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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader

prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: i’ve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write forever…but this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope y’all enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3

sunghoon was miserable. 

it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.

he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer “locked down” and “whipped” as his friends had always called him. but the so-called “freedom” felt like hell since it meant losing you.

at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. “it’s natural,” he had repeated like a mantra, “she was your best friend and lover for years.” but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.

he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, you’d be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.

but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself. 

you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you weren’t being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.

but there wasn’t too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.

he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadn’t lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadn’t attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.

he had even run from his job. he couldn’t stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldn’t stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.

so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldn’t dare delete them, but he couldn’t stomach looking at you either.

he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldn’t hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.

but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.

SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.

sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.

he had purchased that watch for you as a “just because” present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.

his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.

“please,” he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, “pick up please.”

but you just weren’t answering. so he tried again and again and again.

for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.

finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.

the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasn’t registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.

why did he run? why didn’t he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.

when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you should’ve canceled them by now.

he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?

the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?

“sir, do you know–” an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.

as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.

“w-wait! sorry, i have a key.” sunghoon’s hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didn’t understand what he was doing at all.

as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you. 

the officer, however, pulled him back.

“sir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.”

“what, why? if she’s in there, i want to see–”

“sir, it’s just in case we find something we wouldn’t want you to see.”

all of sunghoon’s hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.

he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.

he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,

“sunghoon?!”

his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.

he didn’t even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms. 

you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, “sunghoon? what’s wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?” you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,

“ma’am, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.”

suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoon’s hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid he’d fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.

that’s when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.

you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, “i’m sorry officer, it looks like there’s been a misunderstanding…”

the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, “got it, ma’am. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.” he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.

you reached for sunghoon’s hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

“i was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,” you recounted, “i put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didn’t fall, but that must’ve been when the watch fell."

"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."

sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. i’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,

“glad to see it was a false alarm, ma’am. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldn’t even grab him!” the officer laughed, “you two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!”

after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.

he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.

“sunghoon…” you started, stroking his back, “i’m sorry i worried you, honey.”

you knew you shouldn’t be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.

his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.

but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.

he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, “don’t say you’re sorry. i’m so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.” he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.

“and i’m sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldn’t have run, i shouldn’t have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldn’t have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didn’t prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. i’m so sorry, i never wanted to break up.” he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.

you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, “i know honey, i know.”

“baby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,” you could’ve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, “i couldn’t breathe right thinking that our last conversation could’ve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if you’d give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to you…let’s go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if you’d like.” he smiled hopefully at you.

“hoon,” his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, “what do you mean? don’t you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?”

“i quit my job.”

“excuse me?”

“no job that made me work that much is worth it. i’ll find one with better work-life balance…after our vacation. if that’s what you still want of course…” he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.

you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?

while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.

he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.

you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.

“what about…” you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, “we take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?”

sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. “that sounds like a great idea, love.” he spoke, “we’ll get you a new watch too. and i’ll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever you’re ready, okay? i love you.”

“okay. and i love you too. can’t wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!”

one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.

Goodbye Dear Love, Meet You Again in Another Life.

Summary: You had been in a bad condition for as long as you can remember. And Trey hasn’t seen you ever since you both parted ways years ago. But he met you just to see you for the last moments ever

Pairing: GN! Reader x Trey

Genre: Fluff and angst

“Is this really worth it, (Y/N)?” Trey asked you. You were giving him no hope what’s so ever. You sighed as you looked at him in the eyes, “Yes. I’m doing this because of my family. I’m sorry Trey. They mean a lot to me.” You explained. Trey tried not to cry, but he can’t keep it to himself. “Promise me you will remember me, will you?” You smiled while shedding a single tear, “I will, Trey. I will always remember you every second.” You said, then you kissed his cheeks.

He doesn’t wanna let you go, but knowing how much family means to you, he let you go with a heavy heart. “(Y/N), we have to go now!” Your mother shouted to you from the train window. You then looked at Trey again, he smiled as he stroked your hair, “Go on. Don’t wanna dissapoint your family.” He said as his tears keeps coming out, “Thank you, Trey, for making my college life better.” You said as you turned your back to get on the train.

You saw his gold orbs saw the train departure away as he let out the final smile you will ever see from him. You let out your final smile too, even though you both were crying like crazy in the inside, you know you both will eventually meet again in the future.

Fast forward a few years later, you were on your Hospital bed. You felt hopeless. You can’t feel anything for these past few years, but not as hopeless like the way you parted ways like strangers with your good friend, Trey Clover.

You planned all of these things in this new place, but this sickness is taking your time away from you, and doctors are saying that this was appareantly your last day like you were told a few months ago. Knock knock, you heard a knock on the door, “Come in...” You said with no emotion.

The door opened as a tall figure came into the room, you looked at the figure and you bawled your eyes out. The green haired man let out a chuckle, “Suprise..!” He said. All you can do is cry out of joy, was it really him? Did your good friend, Trey Clover really came back to your last moments on thsi world?

“T-Trey?” You said as he walked closer to your Hospital bed, “Yes, (Y/N)?” Trey asked, you can see sadness and happiness in his eyes. “I heard about your situation from my mother. Appareantly, she had kept in contact with your mother and told me that today is your last day.” You smiled when you heard his voice, it was like meeting with his ghost, but he was actually there in the blink of your eyes.

“And i just wanted to spend some time with you before you go.”

“Oh, Trey, this is so sweet of you.” You replied with the most ugliest cry you can let out. Trey chuckled, “Haha, you still cry the same way you did back in college when you were venting on how everything was pressuring you.” He mentioned the time when you were young and carefree, now it has been nearly ten years since college, and nearly seven years since you parted ways with Trey.

None the less, you smiled like the both of you were in one of your dorms and just hanged out like friends do. “Hey, Trey...” You said as you looked at him with tears in your eyes, “Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, feeling a little scared. Was it time that you will die? “I have something to tell you.” You said as you stroked his green hair, “I’m listening.”

“I love you-” But before you can continue, God had taken away another soul away, “(Y/N)?!” Trey shouted. But you had already left this world. Oh well, it was nice to know a guy like him.

Now, whenever Trey looked at photos of you, or generally people he knew from college, he will remember you. And now it looks like he reunited with you in the afterlife. Both of you doing what friends always do.

Talk like there is no tomorrow.

My heart broke and fixed itself from this💔😭💖

Thank you so much @thesunshinebunny for doing my request. Can’t wait for part 2

Hello! I love your stories❤️. May I request an angst/fluffy scenario with the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o telling them that their mother wished she never gave birth to them and comforting them. I just watched the anime Higehiro and there’s a scene where the mother says that to the main MC and it affected me so much. Thank you ❤️

Uffff, I remember when I saw that scene for the first time many years ago. It also affected me quite a bit, I almost started crying. I am going to do the order in two parts because I ended up making it quite long. This part corresponds to Riddle, Leona and Kalim. I hope you are well, I am very sorry for the delay.

Riddle

The tea party wasn't going well. Specifically for you. You had avoided talking about the horrible conversation you had with your mother days ago, but not being able to bring it to the surface was taking its toll. You couldn't console an eight-hour sleep, if you made it to three was a miracle. Your appetite was diminishing to the point of not appearing in the cafeteria because the slightest smell already made you gag. You couldn't concentrate in class and the tasks were impossible to solve. You tried to put the best face in front of your teammates, but every day, every hour it was worse. The dark circles under your eyes, red from crying so much, began to be noticed much more precipitously, your voice had disappeared and your vocal cords were mistreated. Terrible days spent alone, and it wasn't even the middle of the week.

And all that mental and sentimental heaviness ended up exploding at the unbirthday party on Wednesday. You saw multiple mates having fun, talking calmly, full of joy and energy. And there you were, holding on not to shed any tears… it was all in vain when you felt fingers gently brush your hand.

Riddle was trying to approach you quietly, he intended to hold your hand for a couple of minutes while the party went on, but it was that light touch, so gentle and innocent, that made your eyes shine and tears began to flow like a waterfall. Those around you were worried to see you in such a deplorable state, Riddle the most, and without raising any more suspicions, excused himself from the table and took you with him to the lounge, putting an arm around your shoulders and hiding you with his cap.

As the two of you sat down in one of the large armchairs, you burst into tears. All the stress that you have been accumulating these last days, all the sadness and anguish that the conversation with your mother had an impact on your mental health. The hands of the clock stopped before such a sad scene, time had frozen and the only thing that kept you in orbit was the amount of tears that ran down your cheeks. Riddle dedicated himself to holding your hands, to give you little consoling cuddles, while he waited for you to calm down a bit and explain the situation to him.

With all the possibilities, the last thing he expected to hear were those cruel and vile words your mother spoke to you. Even his mother wasn't capable of such hatred and contempt.

"I understand what it's like to have a bad time with your mother, but I can't put myself in your shoes" his hands went up your arms until they reached your shoulders. He gave you one, two, three little massages, and brought you to him. The hug was a bit inexperienced and careless, but it conveyed the affection and appreciation that Riddle had towards you, towards your being, your essence and soul.

"What I can do is hold your hand for as long as you need to feel better, whether it's days, weeks or months"

Leona

What is more annoying to Leona than not being able to take his daily nap in the botanical garden? Not sleeping said nap with you next to him.

You were arriving an hour late and Leona couldn't smell your scent near the place in question. Every minute he passed he became more irritable, his tail wagging erratically and his ears kept flexing as he tried to find you through all the screeching. Not being fruitful waiting for you, Leona reluctantly stood up, anyone who passed by his side will see his face upset and ready to rip out the jugular to anyone who tried to bother him.

He walked to Savannaclaw with the intention of going to his own bedroom and not getting up until dinner time. But to his surprise, and his bad temper, he found you in his own dorm, sitting on the edge of the large pool, feet in the cool, cool water, head down and with no intention of lifting it no matter how many people passed by your side.

Your head only rose to look at that lion whose figure was imposed on your side, letting him see your red and swollen eyes and your cheeks wet from crying so much. Neither of you said anything for a couple of minutes. Leona sat next to you, trying inside him to give you your space, he didn't either deign to put an arm around your shoulders or hips, he didn't ask what was wrong with you, he just stood there. Reserved.

When the sun was about to set on the horizon, your words came timidly to the surface. New tears ran down your cheeks as you recounted the terrible experience you had with your mother days ago. “Tsk, how troublesome” was the only thing Leona said before pulling you towards him. He let your face hide on his shoulder, he didn't care if his shirt got wet, he placed his tail on your waist, trying to give you a little more protection.

After about half an hour, when the water was already getting too cold to enjoy at night, the brunette carried you to his room, snuggling your head on your chest, thus preventing any student from seeing your afflicted face. All the way he thought of ways to make that person, if you could call them a person, who called himself your mother, pay. Maybe Ruggie could do him a couple of favors… but it wasn't worth it, no matter how much his blood boiled and wanted to sink his claws and fangs into every part of their body, it wasn't worth it. Not when it meant putting you in even more pain.

Being already in his room, he laid you on his bed as if you were a feather, a completely defenseless and fragile little thing. He laid your head on a pile of pillows and covered you with his sheet, preventing the cold of the night from chilling you even more.

“Look” he started stroking your head, moving the little strands that were stuck to your cheeks thanks to your salty tears “Your mother misses having a relationship with a person as brave and incredible as you”

Noticing you a little calmer, he got under the sheets, trapping you again in his arms and placing your head on his chest again, this time completely covering you with his figure, without ever stopping patting your head. Your breathing became calmer, more controlled; your arms were strong again, enough to wrap even a little around his shoulders. Leona supported his hand under your chin in the most comfortable way possible, and little by little he raised your face, until your gaze was in contact with his. “Hold your head up high and show her what you're capable of. Bust her ego”

Kalim

Your little sobs echoed through the halls of Scarabia. Today was a cold and sad night compared to the normal warm and partying ones. Today there was no banquet, no exuberant food, no party. Today there was nothing; just a cold starry sky that accompanied the dinner of worried students.

They knew Kalim was present in his chambers, worrying not about planning new activities for the bedroom, but trying to calm and support his partner. Nobody knew what had happened, but it must have been something very ugly and shocking for even Kalim's cheerful and outgoing aura not to be felt in the air.

“I can't understand the feeling you're going through, but I'm here for whatever you need.” Kalim's voice came out as a whisper between his own sobs. He was sad, very sad. He was sad for you, for your situation.

The one with ruby ​​eyes didn't understand what the indifference of a relative was, and one as important as parents. His parents had wanted him, he was the firstborn of his lineage, but that didn't stop him from feeling empathy for the people around him.

Kalim caressed your back slowly while he kept your head resting on his chest. Your tears wet his shirt, but he didn't care at all. The only thing he cared about was keeping you calm, stable. "Please don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you sad"

When the first tears began to roll down your cheeks, Kalim almost panicked. It's not like he was oblivious to tears, even he cried from time to time, but he didn't like to see his friends and family, the people he loved, cry. And when you told him the reason, you could hear his heart break into a thousand pieces.

Minutes, maybe hours passed for you to calm down or at least for you to stop crying. It was already early morning, felt the cold air of the desert. You began to tremble, perhaps from the spasms from crying so much or from the cold, it wasn't clear. Kalim covered them both with a blanket, a little light, but did the job perfectly. “Smile for me, you are part of my family” and with that, you were able to end the night with some peace. Maybe starting a new family.

Antidote💊 - Angel Dust x Powerful Reader Part 2

⚠️Warning- This story contains mentions of violence/sexual themes, so skip the parts if they make you very uncomfortable. Story will get a bit steamy towards the end ⚠️

"ENOUGH!!" A loud voice boomed from behind the two. Valentino jumped and glared past his shoulder, finding you standing there, glaring with immense rage. Angel looked on you in shock, wondering how the heck you got in here. Valentino let go of Angel's neck, causing him to sink to the floor, gasping for breath. "How the flying f✪✪✪ did you get in here?!" Valentino sneered at you, standing up to his full height. Trying to suck in a breath, Angel stared at you, eyes watering from the tears. He extended his hand out to you. "Y-Y/N! Its okay. Get outta here!" Begging you with his voice, he didn't want you to suffer at the hands of his boss. Stepping closer to Valentino, you glared into his eyes, icy blue irises flaming with anger. "Angel is coming with me right now!" Guffawing with laughter, Valentino bent over holding his stomach, amused at your words. "Oh this is priceless. You seem not to know who you are messing with, little b✪✪✪✪?" Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave an evil chuckle: "Let me show you exactly who I am."

A cool breeze began to blow through the whole room, shocking Valentino as he was wondering what the hell was going on. Icicles began to arise from the area where you stood, traveling across the room and towards the ceiling. The air turned cold, deadly, even taking in a breath felt like a stab in the throat. Valentino was in utter disbelief at your show of power. Blue ice began to appear on your hands, morphing into frozen claws. The color of your hair turned snow-white, and your once brown eyes, began to glow an ominous cerulean blue. Angel wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover himself from the coldness, while staring at you in utter shock. An evil smile emerged from your face, almost as demonic as Alastors during his transformations, as you walked slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, towards Valentino. "Figured out who I am yet?" Cocking your head at Valentino, you stared up at him, amused at his reactions. Dread emerged from his eyes, as Valentino realized you were not to mess with, but his tendencies got the better of him and he moved to strike. In a split second, he was pinned against the wall, shards of ice impaling his wing. Attempting to break free was impossible, your shards were too strong. "HAHA its amazing how many people try that and fail!" Your feet carried you over to the pinned moth, enjoying his struggle. "Who the hell are you?!" he screamed out, trying to remove himself from his position. "I am the overlord, Morana! Still surprised you haven't caught that by now, but you are a dumba✪✪, so it was to be expected" A sharp tooth smile was etched onto your face. "As I said before Angel Dust is coming back to the hotel with me. Understand?" Valentino continued to stare at you in fear, before his signature smirk came back. "Fine, take him back! Won't do you any good! He is bound to me by contract. Sooner or later, he will come crawling back to me!"

Angel listened to all of this, still in shock by what was happening. Valentino's words affected him greatly, as tears rained down his cheeks. Your face lacked any emotion as you inched closer to Valentino. A large icicle claw raised towards his lower regions, where his privates were. "!!!!!" Valentino jerked, wondering what the heck was going on. The sharpness of your claws, were digging into his skin, while a trail of ice began to form around the area. "You must really value this part of yourself. It would be extremely traumatizing for you if it were to SNAP OFF!" Digging your claws deeper, a trail of blood began to pool down below you, then freezing the second it connected with the ground. "Imagine the headlines! Di✪✪ face Valentinos package removed violently and cascaded in a block of ice for all to see!" Your demonic laugh filled the room, as Valentino screamed in agony. "STOP! PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING!" Begging was his last resort, proving he valued his di✪✪ more than anything. "I will let go, under one condition." Valentino stared at you in fear, mixed with some hope. You leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "Dissolve the contract, along with the copies."

Widening his eyes in shock, Valentino jerked back, furious at your request, no way was he going to lose his money maker. Shrugging your shoulders at his response, you took a step back. "Suit yourself." The claw began to elongate, cutting into his skin. Valentino screamed bloody murder, as he felt the sensation of the sharp icicles going in. "OKAY OKAY!!!" Valentino screamed out, causing you to stop. A glow appeared in front of the both of you, expanding to reveal a golden contract. There was a signature at the bottom: "Anthony", so that was Angel's real name. A demonic language began to spill from Val's lips and the contract began to rip before dissolving. "And the copies" Grunting, Val caused more glows of light to appear, performing the same ritual, and canceling all of the contracts. "Thats all of them." Valentino rasped out, as he stared down at the floor in defeat and utter humiliation. "Excellent!" Your claw removed itself from his flesh, blood continuing to drip from the area. You kept him pinned to the wall, a fitting punishment for someone like him. Moving closer you whispered into his ear. "If I ever see you near Angel again, hear you call his phone or threaten those he cares about. I will freeze your body and leave you out in the streets as a gift for the angels at the next extermination." Valentino whimpered in fear, nodding his head.

Moving away from him, your eyes gazed over at Angel, who was still crumpled on the floor. The ice around your hands began to disappear, and the frosted air began to clear, except for the ice shards holding Valentino. Getting on your knees in front of Angel, you asked if he was okay. Still shaking, Angel wasn't able to utter a word, but he nodded his head at you. Wrapping your arms around him, you lifted him up, bridal carrying him. Yes you were shorter then him, but you were still extremely strong. Angel remained silent, his head nuzzling into your neck, as he wrapped his arms around you. The both of you left the room, leaving the pathetic insect behind. Charlie spotted you holding Angel, as you left the dressing room. She insisted on knowing what happened, but you told her not to worry, and that it was time to head back to the hotel, as Angel was injured as well. Charlie nodded and the both of you left the establishment.

The shock on everyone's face when they saw you carrying Angel Dust, through the doors of the Hotel. The bombardment of questions came flooding at you, but Charlie was able to quiet them down. Pointing at Husk, you told him to help carry Angel Dust back to his room, and draw him a bath as well, seeing as he was still shaking. Husk complied and took Angel from you, carrying him to his room. Niffty ran to the kitchen, going to make some food and tea for Angel. Charlie went to Vaggie and calmed her down, as she was fuming that someone hurt Angel. Heaving a deep breath, you placed your hands against your face, trying to calm down as your emotions were still running high. Alastor was the only one who was still with you in the lobby, observing you while cocking his head. His smile was still there, but his eyes were expressing concern, especially having seen you and a bruised Angel. "Y/N my dear? Care to fill me in on what happened?" He approached you, gazing down at you, waiting for your response. Heaving a sigh, you looked up at Alastor and explained everything that transpired at Valentino's club. "Despite what I did, I'm aware there is going to be consequences with my actions since I just injured one of the three Vee's. If they plot something, I will show force and defend this hotel and everyone in it." Red irises continued to gaze at you, locking on to your determined eyes. Al placed his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, you saved Angel, and he must be very grateful that you did! I doubt the other Vee's will even attempt anything unless they want to suffer your icy wrath and m̵̹̌̔͠i̷̪̼͙̅̀͗͆n̷̫̮̻̲͑͒̍̈́̔͜ė̴̠̯̮̩͂̐͘͝!"Demonic symbols appeared in the air before they disappeared.

Smiling at Al, you thanked him for making you feel better. Alastor smiled back at you, placing his hands behind his back. "Now then! I'm pretty sure there is a certain someone that you want to check on! Best be off now, my dear!" Alastor snapped his fingers. Your body then was teleported from the lobby to the door of Angel's room. Entering inside, You spotted Husk sitting on the bed, appearing sad. Husk's ears twitched, seeing that you had entered the room. "Hey kid, Angel is in the bathtub. I would be cautious though, he is a bit on edge." Husk said, while walking towards you. Thanking Husk, you told him it was okay to head back to the lobby. Husk nodded as he patted your head, before leaving Angels room.

Peeking your head into the bathroom, you tried to spot Angel. Steam filled the room, and in the center was Angel, sitting in the bathtub, covered in bubbles. His head was against his legs as he was hugging them with his many arms. Slowly approaching, you sat near the edge of the tub, next to him. "Angel? Are you alright?" Eyeing him, you wanted to make sure he was ok with you getting closer, as you placed a hand on his back. "Why?" was what you heard from Angel, as his face was still muffled between his legs. Tilting your head, you asked him why what? "WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME?! I DON'T DESERVE TO BE SAVED!" Angel bursted all of this out, his eyes staring back at you angrily. "I wanted to help you Angel. What was I suppose to do, let you get abused by that psychopath?" Angel scoffed at you. "I'm use to dealing with his bull✪✪✪✪. I never asked you to do all that stuff." Getting angry, you grabbed Angel and pinned him to the wall, splashing some water on to the ground, forcing him to look at you. "YOU MAY NOT HAVE TOLD ME TO DO ANYTHING, BUT YOUR EYES CLEARLY DID!! YOU WERE TERRIFIED OF HIM, OF VALENTINO! I SAW YOUR FACE WHEN YOU ANSWERED THE PHONE AND WHEN CHARLIE AND I WERE AT THE STUDIO! YOU LOOKED COMPLETELY TRAUMATIZED! I CHOSE TO SAVE YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVED BETTER THEN THIS AND I CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU DIDN'T DESERVE ALL THAT TRAUMA, ANTHONY! NONE OF IT!" Angel stared at you, listening to you belt out all of this to him and calling him by his true name. The tears came flooding back, as Angel started to break down in front of you. Letting go, you grabbed him into a hug, comforting him. You apologized for having to pin him like that but he needed to listen to you.

Angel continued to cry, his makeup combining with the tears, dropping down into the soapy water. You moved your hand to his back, rubbing comforting circles into it. "I'm too far gone to be saved toots. Valentino has me so drugged up on his poison and bull✪✪✪✪. He knows I'm gonna come crawling back to him. Ready to chug down on his poison like a fuc✪✪✪ addict." Angel had let you go, going back to his previous position of hugging himself inside the tub. Placing your hand against his cheek, you motioned him to look at you. Angel questioned what you were doing, until lips locked onto his. Gasping, he wasn't expecting a kiss from you. You kissed him softly, almost afraid that if you went to far he would break. Melting into the kiss, Angel closed his eyes, pulling you closer towards him. The kiss lasted a minute before it came to an end, leaving you both gasping for breath. "What was the smooch for?" His white fur, was sporting a a bright pink, as he continued to take in breaths. "Antidote. If your so soaked up on Val's poison, then I will be your antidote." Angel stared at you, shocked at your statement towards him. "HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG TOOTS, YOUR SO FREAKING CORNY!" His smile had returned to his face, as he exploded in laughter in front of you. His laughter was contagious, and soon you followed after him.

The laughing session soon quieted down, and the both of you stared at each other. Angel eyes were gazing at you softly, moving one of his hands to trace your lips. "Could ya do it again?" Looking at him shocked, you continued to stare at him, as he continued to trace your lips. "Y-ou want me to kiss you again?" Angel responded by pulling you, placing you inside the tub and on his lap. "Yes." His eyes were looking at you lovingly, making your heart skip a beat. Moving slowly, you leaned in closer, capturing him in another kiss. The both of you moved in sync, moving slow and tenderly. His lips were like pillows, incredibly soft. This felt heavenly, giving you goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach. The both of you broke apart, string of saliva between your lips. Angel placed a hand on your cheek, moving to kiss your forehead. "Wanna continue this on the bed?" His voice whispered into your ear, sending chills down your back. You became tongue-tied, and responded to Angel by nodding your head.

Your back landed flat on the bed. Angel crawled onto it, hovering over you. His fur was still wet from the bath, as it was dripping on to you. He was beautiful, you thought as you continued to gaze at him. "Um Angel. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm pretty sure your body is exhausted from work. Plus you prefer guys right, so you-" A finger was placed on to your lips, silencing your words. "Shh baby. It's alright~" Angel was looking down on top of you, admiring you with his heterochromic eyes. His hands traced your face, your arms, and legs, causing your heart to flutter. "Since ya gonna be my antidote, baby. I better indulge in it~."

Tagging : @saturnhas82moons, @unholycheesesnack, @luujjvi , @forbidden-sunlight , @pinkcrystal44 , @veethewriter , @rains-sleeping , @danveration , @sarahwasbeforeee , @cookiekyo , @iiotic , @delectableworm , @91062854-ka , @lovesomemha

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Epilogue Here- Smut Warning

Got tears in my eyes from reading this😭😭 Thank you so much for doing this ask. This hit very close to home to me to since I deal with self images problems as well, and this felt like a very warm hug being given to me. You inspired me to write a story like this as well. Thank you again

Since your the queen of fluff, I had to make this request.

It’s more an angst/comfort/fluff, but I want to see Alastor dealing with his girlfriend/lover having body dysmorphia. The comfort in O Mother Mine for him was beautifully portrayed and I want Alastor to provide comfort back. Cant wait to see what you write🩷💖❤️

This was - and still is - an ask that hit very much home for me. Struggling with my self image and a long, very taxing time living with an ED since my teens, I had to take my time writing this - Because with all this history weighing in my own back pocket, I wanted to write something my younger self would've found comfort in reading. Which is why there's a lot of my own experiences woven in. Thank you for this ask, my dear. And to all who fight the fight against their own head each day - I see you. And you are worthy of every bit and piece of love, external and internal. I let our dear deer take it from here.

TW: Explicit depictions & mentions of ED and body dysmorphia - 3k words

“Why don't you want one? Do they look bad? Don't you like my chocolate chip cookies?”

Niffty stared at you, her one big eye glazed and watery, and you felt that at her whining remark all eyes were on you. Shit.

You had been at Charlie's group therapy activities for hours by now, everyone was exhausted and hangry enough for Vaggie to intervene and propose a lunch break. You managed to discreetly dodge every dish that was going around the table, making sure to have an alibi piece of bread and a few leaves of salad on your plate, just in case anyone would look at you funny, and it was good that you did. You glanced around the table to find Alastor of all people staring at you from the other side, and pretending obliviousness you turned to Angel with a smile, laughing at whatever he said, and shoved a few bits of salad into your mouth. ‘See, I'm eating, all good.’ 

You thought the worst was over when the others pushed their dishes into the middle of the table with content sighs and filled bellies. But then Niffty had been hopping around, offering everyone the masses of cookies she had been baking with Pentious the evening before, and Niffty was just not dodgeable. 

“Aw Niff, of course I do, and they look amazing! But I'm so full, stuffed, I really can't take another bite.” Perhaps you imagined it, but you thought you heard a static crack of feedback and you shot a quick glance over to Alastor, but he was drinking his After-Lunch coffee with closed eyes, detached and apparently trying to drown out the babbling sinners around him. Irritated, you turned to the little, pouting cyclops girl again, your voice purposely louder as you said “Tell you what, I'll take one now and save it for later, okay? I can't pass up on your delicious treats, can I?”

That seemed to do the trick, and when you wrapped the cookie you took from a beaming Niffty into a napkin and slid it in your pocket, she and everyone else seemed satisfied and they turned their attention elsewhere - At least you hoped they were.

Another few long, dragging hours later Charlie finally released you all, and the communal groan of relief was only overlapped by the pitter-patter of multiple pairs of feet rushing behind Husk to the bar in desperate need for a strong drink. You were contemplating to join them, even if it was just for a glass of water, but that thought was instantly buried when Angel called over to you.

“Oy, toots, come on and drag ‘ya fat ass over here, I need ‘ya to tell sourpuss here to let me pluck his overgrown eyebrows. Bitch is starting to look like Frieda Kahlo.”

It was an innocent, friendly-meant remark. You knew that. Angel was your friend, you knew that. The laughter that followed his call was a reaction to his crassness. You knew that. But your already aching stomach twisted, and it took everything in you to keep your face from crumbling, and the smile on your lips felt fragile when you answered.

“No can do, Ange, I’m heading to my room. I feel a headache coming up. See you guys later.”

You hurried out the hall as fast as you allowed yourself without looking like you’re fleeing, passing Charlie in vivid conversation with Alastor, throwing her a dismissive wave of the hand when she broke off in the middle of her sentence to ask if you needed anything and ignored the red eyes that were burning your back as you speeded to the lift.

For a moment you felt safe inside the elevator, closing your eyes and leaning back against the wall to deeply breathe in and out to calm your racing thoughts when the doors closed. But then you opened them again, your reflection was staring back at you from the mirrored wide wall of the lift cabin. You stared blankly at the hated body in front of you, eyes mapping every curve that was too wide, every point your clothes wrinkled over a roll of fat. 

Oy toots, get your fat ass over here…Fat ass..Fat...

You ran out of the cabin the moment the 'ding' announced your arrival at your floor and the doors opened, vision blurry from the pooling tears. As soon as you slammed the door to your room shut and turned the key in the lock behind you, you sobbed, leaning your head on the hard wood of your bedroom door. Tears were streaking your face as you sank down to sit on the floor and wrapped your arms around yourself, shoulders shaking from suppressed and failed attempts to cry silently. The room was silent, but your head was loud. Too loud.

Honey, you can't go to school like that, you look like a stuffed sausage. Go back and change…

No, pumpkin, the hamburger is for daddy. You’ll eat a salad, like mommy. Don’t you want to be as beautiful as mommy…

A Bikini? Wow, someone's feeling brave today...

You'd look so beautiful babe, if you'd only lose a few pounds...

Oy toots, get your fat ass over here...

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." It was no use. Begging them to stop never helped. Your hands pressed down on your ears but they couldn’t silence the insistent, ghostly voices inside, louder and louder and louder, repeating the same sentences over and over again and you wanted to rip them off, just to maybe get them out, deafen them, make them…

“Stop that now, Darling." Two hands that were not your own were on yours, long fingers peeling them away from your ears and taking them in tender but firm grips to pull your arms apart. Those foreign hands were dark and warm and much bigger than yours, holding you by the wrists as they pulled you away from the door and back onto your feet. Without releasing them, you felt a chest pressing against your back as the hands on your wrists guided them into an embrace, cageing you with crossed arms in front of you in warmth and the firm, humming body of Alastor. "There now, that's much better isn't it. Now breathe, dearest, with me. Do it with me."

Your mind was a haze of scattered and pained thoughts and fears that were struggling and lashing out to the surface, but they quieted into soft whimpers and whizzing like a dying steam train with every steady, deep inhale Alastor took with you, his chest rising against your back and his breath steady in your ears. He waited a few moments after he had made you breathe normally again before letting go and gently turning you to face him, hands now on your shoulders as you avoided his eyes, but when he looked at your face and your tear streaked cheeks he wiped the wetness away from your skin with the pad of his thumb.

"Why did you come?" You sounded husk and defeated. You knew your jig was up. You've been found out. At last.

"How did I not come sooner would be the better question, darling." Alastor answered, leaving his hand cupped on your cheek, thumb still in mid-stroke as he talked to your averted face. His voice was clear, even-keel, just loud enough for you to hear. And you heard him all the better for not facing him, his signature transatlantic accent and theatrical flourish in his tone, always so strong and prominent, was missing entirely as he continued. "For a few weeks now I've suspected that something was not right with you, my dear. Though I didn't want to press the matter, today has confirmed this. You've not eaten any of the food prepared, spare the few bits of greenery that wouldn't even nourish the roaches that pester this hotel, and we both know you only did because you knew you were being watched."

Watched by him. You sighed quietly at the accuracy, finally turning to look at him, awaiting to find judgment and ridicule, though the red deer demon didn't move at all. He just carried on his stroke with the thumb under your eyes, which started tearing up again, his expression strangely soft.

"My shadows reported that you were hiding food given to you just to throw it away later, and I took notice how you constantly avoided reflective surfaces. Darling, your image must haunt you and I cannot imagine the reason why. I find myself asking: What would drive you to starve yourself, to hide from mirrors and cut your eyes to any remarks looking for underlying maliciousness?"

What a loaded question, asked so simply. And he seemed honestly confused. No smirk, no tilted head. You paused for a long while before answering him.

"You... you won't understand, Alastor."

"Then help me to, darling." He coaxed you, now moving both his hands to hold your face and pull your head closer to lean his forehead to yours, looking firmly in your eyes. And it dawned on you then that the radio demon, the overlord who never revealed weakness, never showed real emotions or shared much with anyone, the one demon who walked these halls smiling and sneering with menace and mystery and endless pride, was purposely and genuinely showing you that he cared.

Maybe it was the fatigue and the despair finally getting the best of your defense system. Maybe it was because he wasn't just anybody. Alastor was so many things but most importantly, he was your friend, had been ever since you and him found mutual interests in each other in countless nights that were spent in quiet by the fireplace in the hall. He liked your level-headedness, your ability to listen, really listen, patiently and actively. You liked his vivaciousness, the vast knowledge of him that he could share when one was just willing to let him talk. Yes, the others were nice, and yes, you felt close to all of them after a few months. But you felt the closest to him, proven by the fact that not Charlie knocked on your door, or Angel noticed you were paler and thinner than weeks ago. But Alastor. Maybe you just needed that final push and he had given it to you.

So you spilled. Through sobs, tears and sighs, you told him everything:

From your family that wouldn't stop comparing you with your thinner friends, fostering a hatred for food because of misguided care. You shared that your health became less and less important with every diet and lost pound, seeing your aching stomach as a sign of sucess. How you'd hate yourself for lack of discipline when you starved yourself so much your brain snapped and you ate any- and everything you found until you felt sick and disgusting. How your friends while alive were never intentionally hurtful, yet dismissive about your insecurities, complaining to you about their sizes while you felt like they were mocking you, being stick thin and conventionally beautiful. And you told him about your one and only boyfriend, who accepted the relationship under the pretense that you'd change to fit his preferences, always waiting for you to drop weight he saw as too much, to shape you the way he wanted you to be, threatening to keep you secret from his friends and family until you did. And you did. But you paid the bitter price - got cheated on while you counted calories, and when you finally reached the set weight he dictated, he left. Leaving you hungry and confused, thin and sick and so, so lost.

With every word his hold on you grew tighter and tighter. But so did yours on him. This time, it was him who listened quietly, never interrupting, and only at the mention of that asshole ex is when he made a sound, his ears went flat against his skull as a low growl rumbled in his throat, but his expression remained perfectly stoic, absorbing your words quietly. After you finished you leaned heavily against Alastors chest and hid your face there, feeling drained and guilty for soaking his expensive coat with your pitiful tears. Your entire body was numb with exhaustion and pain, so was the emptiness inside of you that your self-deprecating thoughts have been inhabiting for years, and you dreaded the response Alastor could give to your pathetic life-story.

"All those people have proven to you to be thoroughly disappointing." was what Alastor said first, speaking very softly with his chin leaning against your scalp. "It makes the blood call for revenge when thinking about the throes you've had to put up with. You don't owe anybody to change anything about yourself that you do not wish to."

You couldn't hold back another tear that rolled down your nose and onto Alastor's shirt, clinging tighter to him and shaking your head against his shoulder, nuzzling his shirt in desperate and trained denial of comforting words.

"Aren't they right though? I'm not like Charlie, or Angel, or even you. I'm not...they are so… just... look at me." You muttered and tried to push out of the hug to avoid looking him in the eye, but the demon didn't give.

"Oh, I am." He gave you a stern stare, unintimidating and almost tender as he pulled you back closer. "Darling, I am looking at you, more than you think. And all I see is a strong, intelligent and beautiful little sinner, so willing to give everyone more grace and gentleness than herself that she hides from every compliment she deems unworthy of her, ashamed of her lovely shape that was the source of so much torment." Alastor sighed, cupping your face in a loose grip, shaking his head in disbelief. "Everyone of us has flaws, we are inherently imperfect creatures, some more than others, and yet you've managed to convince yourself those flaws and imperfections define you in their entirety."

Your instincts told you to flee, to run from this kindness that was offered to you so alluringly. It has to be a trap, your head told you, don't trust those words, don't give in. And you almost tried to, your muscles tensed as if to bolt, your breath quickened as if about to run, your heart pounded as if preparing to fight his arms for release. But you didn't.

Maybe, a long forgotten voice spoke in your mind, maybe it wasn't a trick. Maybe he was earnest, like he had been the past couple months in your company. He's here now, isn't he? Holding you and reassuring you and calming you in a way no one ever had. He hadn't put an inch between him and you to allow your doubts space to creep back in, keeping you at his side - not just now, but over the last weeks continuously, had never spoken ill of you or tried to change you, had no agenda, nothing to gain from lying to you.

Alastor smiled when you sank back into his arms, and this time when he stroked your tears away, he let his fingers come to rest at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. And without a word he leaned forward, eyes half closed, and kissed you on your cheek. His lips lingered for a moment, as if to wait for your reaction, asking a question without words. And you answered it ever so silently, turning your head to meet them with your own.

The kiss was a revelation of truth. Because he was kissing you the way you always longed to be kissed.

There wasn't passion in it, it wasn't hungry and fast or hard and demanding. It wasn't meant to make you hot or make your legs weak, but to tell you that you were cared for, that you were accepted exactly the way you were, imperfections included, and that all the days you've suffered for the wrong reasons were gone with the past and needn't to be re-visited. That you were enough. You always have been.

When he parted from you, Alastor looked content. More than that, actually. Not smiling wide as usually but with eyes sparkling in mirth that could have easily matched that of Charlie on a particularly good day. When he leaned into you again, you almost expected another kiss, but he reached into your pocket, pulling the napkin with Niffty's cookie inside out of your pocket, holding it up expectantly.

"Now, I think it's high time you feed yourself, darling - and you did promise our little Niffty you'd enjoy this later, which it is now."

You stared, first at Alastor, then at the baked good, the guilty conscience you've nursed for so many years creeping back into your thoughts.

"Alastor, I don't know... if I can."

He tilted his head contemplating, turning the cookie in his hand before he snapped it in half, handing you one half while he brought the other to his mouth and raised a brow.

"We'll share it then."

This gesture was everything. It was everything, because you knew he really didn't care for sweet treats. But he cared for you.

You took your half from his hands, feeling the corners of your lips pull into a small smile at the way he scrunched his nose at the sticky thing in his hands when you both bit in. But his free hand found yours, entwining your fingers as he suffered through his bite, and as you watched him him struggling to keep an unfazed expression, you thought that - while Niffty might've put in her best efforts - nothing she or anyone could make could ever sate your hunger more than his lips could.

Tagging my lovely testreaders @bapple117 and @macabr3-barbi3, who really encouraged and reassured me. I love you both, as well as the others in Bapples discord server (TRUST US and join NOW) who never tire of lifting me up when I'm struggling <3

Yes.

Illusion

TW Torture Tsunagu has a shitty time but his husband is there for comfort (or is he). Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

Edit a day later bc I forgot: Happy bday worm boy!

„Your eyes are green?“

Shinya exclaimed, standing on his toes to grab Tsunagus's face and look deeper into his eyes. God, he was beautiful. Pretty eyes. A pretty smile. Silky silver hair. And such a cute voice. The blonde was sure that this was the moment he fell in love with the other.

Intense pain tore him out of this memory, a knife scratching against the bone of his thigh. He didn’t want to scream but his own voice ringing in his ears told him he had failed. The feeling wouldn’t allow for any control over himself and he didn’t know how long this had gone on for. It could have been minutes or days, pain spreading so evenly across his body that it was really impossible to tell.

“There there, Tsu, you’re okay.”

Shinya told him, though he didn’t sound right. His voice sounded far away despite his face being mere inches from the blonde’s. And that did not look quite right either, it was too perfect, too right. He wanted to feel his husband’s touch, but he always seemed just a bit too far to lean against.

“Please…”

A whimper that escaped his lips as the knife came down again, surprisingly finding an untouched spot; he wasn’t begging for the person who tortured him to stop. He was begging for Shinya to help him. Kiss him. Hold him. Anything.

“You know I can’t Tsu.”

The person in front of him said something, and Tsunagu didn’t know if he answered, only focused on the gray-haired hero, who still wore the same soft smile. It almost drove the blonde insane, just as much as it calmed him.

“You know I’m not really here, right?”

Another scream, with tears falling down his cheeks; surely the knife had just barely missed his bone this time because he looked down to see it deeply stuck in his thigh; breath heavy from screaming and enduring. His stomach cramped from writhing and trying to catch his breath, and his throat was sore from over-using his voice and dehydration. Suddenly, it was dark. And silent, and his mind wouldn’t click back into place correctly; when had his torturer left? When had it gotten so dark? He tried to focus, but his brain would spit out nothing but minimal observations. Darkness, so he’d been there at least one day, as it had been dark before despite the large windows. Dehydration so bad he was sure he had already begged for water, so likely longer than just a day. Hallucinations.

“Shinya…”

He mumbled, panic rising in him as his husband’s voice went missing.

“Shinya I need you.”

“I know. How about we focus on another memory? How about… how about our first date?”

That was good enough for Tsunagu. The darkness was already all around him after all and so it was easy to let his mind wander to the night of their first date. It had been unofficial, merely a spontaneous idea after Shinya had figured out an idea for his hero hairstyle. They’d met by the park, under the bright lights, and talked about it. It seemed amazing that this night had been around 18 years ago already, pretty much half his life, and more than half of the other’s.

“My little thread, remind me how late it was?”

“I don’t know anything you don’t know, love.”

The ninja hero replied and Tsunagu groaned. His head pounded, and he wasn’t sure if he liked being aware of that. Being aware meant Shinya being gone. Being with his thoughts and fear and not pretty gentle memories. It also meant that the anxiety came back. Not so much about dying, but rather because he didn’t know if he spilled information.  His mind was too far gone, too clouded when his torturer was there. Thinking had become so hard and his memory wasn’t functioning well. He didn’t want to speak about things he shouldn’t speak about, but he didn’t know if he was able to control it in those moments.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he was crying. The feeling on his cheeks suggested it but his eyes didn’t burn and the pounding in his head was ever-present. Maybe he was, he wished he could ask Shinya, but he wasn’t here and he wouldn’t say. All he ever did was smile and fill his ears with sweet words. Guide his thoughts towards sweet memories and remind him over and over that he wasn’t real. That he wouldn’t touch him. Or hug him. Or kiss him. That he wouldn’t caress his hair or cheeks.

Breathing was getting hard. Keeping his eyes open was too, and Tsunagu could feel his life slipping away from him, slowly, but it was dripping away like the blood from his broken nose. It didn’t seem all that bad to let it happen. He craved a moment of peace and a break from the unbearable pain.

“Goodbye, Shinya.”

He said, smiling for the first time since he woke up in that chair. Letting go seemed wonderful, just this one time where death would win him over. And Shinya was smiling as well, and that didn’t make it any easier to regain his fight. It felt like encouragement, like praise almost, to make him believe it was the right thing to do.

“Goodbye, my little thread.”

And then he went numb. Blissfully so, as all the pain left him behind with nothing but a dizzy blur in his mind. One that turned into a nice last image; of Shinya being there with him, speaking to him. Tsunagu strangely could move again, reaching out his hand to put it on his husband’s cheek. And paused, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re real.”

He forced out, and watched as the other broke into a tearful laugh:

“Of course, I’m real Tsu, what do you mean?”

The blonde couldn’t say more. His mind began to focus a bit, enough for him to realize he was at the hospital. And Shinya was there, really there, physically and only one touch away. Kugo was too, but Tsunagu barely had the mental strength to focus on more than his environment and husband. And then reacted in the only way he could manage; by crying his soul out. Crying until his head hurt while holding Shinya’s face in his hands. It wasn’t a happy or relieved cry, but a shameful one, for allowing himself to give up at what apparently was the last moment before being saved. And everything he could remember came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, harsh and all at once. Eventually, nurses came in to give him calming medications, and to check him over. But having Shinya ushered away only made him freak out more and he begged for the staff to let Shinya stay by his side to hold his hand.

“Tsu. Tsu, my love, calm down you’re okay. I’m here. Please, breathe. Slow.”

He obeyed. Maybe because the medication was taking effect, but also because his husband could tell him to jump off a bridge and he’d do it no questions asked. His breath became more regular, and he struggled to keep his now shaky hand wrapped around the other’s. It took a while until he sank back into the pillows.

“I’m not a professional but it almost seems like you should make use of your privileges he has to a private room and stay with him, Edgeshot.”

Kugo said, his voice filled with relief and worry alike. He turned to leave, and for the first time Tsunagu looked at him as well, opening his mouth but was quickly shushed:

“Don’t you dare apologize. I know. You’re fine. Just rest and appreciate hearing that heart monitor beep. 5 minutes, that’s a miracle even for you.”

With those words he left, knowing it would get his friend thinking enough to rest. He had been dead for 5 minutes so, and had /still/ managed to escape death. Thanks to the medical staff and his fellow heroes, of course, but at this point it seemed ridiculous.

“Shinya… I kept seeing you…”

The blonde whispered tiredly, closing his eyes. Exhaustion won over him, so he couldn’t hear the other’s reply. But feeling his hand was more than enough to finally guide him into a calm, dreamless sleep. Shinya was really there, Tsunagu was safe, and that was all that mattered.

blurred lines (sorrento x oc) fic

Hey everybody !

This is a Nolan Sorrento x OC fanfiction (Ready Player One). First of, I hope, a long list…

I’m a little frenchy so... This is also my first fanfiction written in English, so be kind, please. I had some help with this translation. Tell me my mistakes so I can improve! By the way, if you wanna read this one or another in my mother tongue, tell me!

OC is played by Evan Rachel Wood.

Summary : A whisper, a kiss, a caress, and nothing is enough to set everything on fire. It's not real. It can't be. Nolan Sorrento wants to destroy the fabulous world of the Oasis more than anything else in the world. He does not hold virtual relationships in his heart in any way. But this encounter on the Oasis will have a considerable impact and deconstruct all his convictions. One thing will be burning in his mind every time he disconnects : who is she in the real world? And for the first time in a very long time, Nolan Sorrento is finally going to have fun in a video game.

Tags : Pretty smutty, lemon and else… Be warned !

Rating : M

 PS. This first chapter is only soft smut.

PS 2. All of Ben Mendelsohn’s characters are hot as hell !

Have fun :D

Chapiter 1 - Crossed Lies

The Oasis. An incredible and gigantic world that is the fruit of the fantasies and aspirations of a video game genius. Since its last update, the Oasis is the refuge of all human beings on our beautiful planet. Halliday is the hidden and secret hand of its splendor. A virtual world in which friendships and loves are made and unmade as quickly as disconnecting from one's augmented reality device. They connect and become the people they cannot be in real life. They even end up forgetting who they are, as the world of the Oasis allows them to have the life they always dreamed of. Yes, the Oasis is a little haven for everyone. Really everyone? There is one man who does not carry Halliday and Morrow's perfect creation in his heartbeat. Nolan Sorrento is one of those people. He hates the Oasis more than anything in the world. He hates Oasis as much as he hates pop culture. It's not hard to pretend, he just can't stand it.

And yet, Nolan Sorrento's life turned upside down after a few months. Two months ago. Two months in which his visits to the Oasis are made in search of reunion, and not only in the fantasy of finding Hallyday's Easter Egg. Two months where, between his regular meetings with i-R0k, his partner for better or for worse, Nolan finds another partner. Lady Grey. At least, this is the only identity he knows of her. He meets her in a specific area of the Oasis, a medieval village named “Bowerstone” after the famous video game Fable. An opulent chest, blond hair like wheat, big blue eyes, a slender waist wrapped in a sultry purple dress. Lady Grey is a character taken directly from the same video game. Mayoress of the city of Bowerstone. A woman of power, wealth, authority, but above all of lust. A woman he considers his equal in the Oasis. She embodies a loathsome cliché about the hidden desires of members of the male gender, especially for someone like Nolan Sorrento. A macho, authoritarian man with a thirst for wealth and power. Over the weeks, his view of the Oasis has become more nuanced because of her, Lady Grey has become his preference. She is his little moment of pleasure between two connections. Today, once again, Sorrento abandons his sidekick in the burning mountains of a volcano to find the peacefulness of the walled city of Bowerstone trapped in the middle ages. A change of location that offers him a certain change of scenery, Nolan feels excessively comfortable in this virtual replica of the Albion of the video game Fable.

"Nolan, dearest Nolan..." a woman's voice, inflated with confidence and seduction, greets the IOI boss. "What a surprise to see you again after all this time."

"Have you missed me?"

"Always."

Always. A word that resonates passionately in his mind. A word Nolan remembers for a few seconds, a word he cherishes like the apple of his eye. It marks his belonging to his cause, but more importantly to himself. Nolan Sorrento sketches a slight smirk behind his virtual reality headset.

"If you only knew what I want to do to you right now."

"That's just like you, you don't waste time on small talk."

"Would you rather I courted you? Would you like me to..."

"...that you serenade me?" she finished, not without a knowing wink. For the first time in a long time, Nolan didn't seem to be mad at the idea of being contradicted or even rebuked. On the contrary, Lady Grey has every right. She is his preference. She knows his thoughts like no one else, she knows exactly what he is thinking before he verbalizes his desires. She knows everything. She really knows him. She knows the real Nolan Sorrento, the one behind the Superman avatar.

"Exactly."

Lady Grey feels her cheeks coloring thinking about what she's about to ask him.

"I would love for you to court me, Nolan."

"It could be done, darling, in the real world."

A cloud passes over the Bowerstone mayor's blue eyes. She tilts her head to the side, reluctant to give him any satisfaction on this point.

"We've been over this time and time again, Nolan. It's not debatable. I like to compartmentalize the real from the virtual."

"Don't tell me you don't want more. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Sure, Nolan, I think about it often."

"In that case... Let's stop all this pretending. Give me your real name, so I can call you. I'll take you to the best, most overpriced Italian restaurant in all of Columbus, and trust me, you won't regret their black truffle risotto special. A culinary orgasm. Then we'll have a champagne from their best vintage, and we'll toast all night, until closing time. And then, when it gets late, I'll take you back to my apartment. You'll love it, considering the interior decorator's bill, she cost me an arm and a leg, but that's the advantage of being rich, and... we'll have sex. All night long. I'll take you any way I can get you, you'll only be able to cry for mercy. All night long, I promise you, we'll never stop," he said with the strength of his convictions, his desires and his aspirations. Nolan has particularly emphasized his last words. He wants her to understand how great his sexual desire is.  "I'll do anything to you that I can't do in this world."

She feels his need to please her so strongly that it breaks her heart, this sexual frustration he tries so hard to hide only tarnishes the beauty of their reconnection. Lady Grey feels torn when these words are spoken. This tirade is full of hope, excitement and desire. Yet it leaves the mayoress in a state of anxiety. Nolan is excited, like a child before his first Christmas present, but does he realize for a moment that things might not go his way? What if... she doesn't live up to his expectations? But she understands his needs; Nolan clearly feels the need to wrap things up in the real world, something he forbids himself from doing in the Oasis. All they've done so far is teenage kissing and preliminaries.

"Nolan..." she murmurs, placing her hands on either side of her avatar's face. She's dying to ask him that fateful question. What if you don't like my real body as much as my avatar's? But the words don't pass the barrier of her lips, they remain stuck in the back of her trembling throat.

"Let me court you the right way. You'll see it was better before."

"Presumptuous...and terribly old-fashioned."

"I'm an old-fashioned guy," he retorts almost naturally. Nolan Sorrento doesn't deny that he's a man who's particularly attached to the old ways. "Terribly attractive."

She bursts out laughing. He loves to hear her laugh. That laugh...so clear, sparkling and warm. Nolan feels like he can hear her all against him, what he would give for a real face-to-face. She always manages to get him all worked up.

"How can you not be with an avatar like Superman?"

"If...you saw me, I'm sure you'd find me even more irresistible."

"I've seen you before, Nolan."

A flash of lightning passes through his eyes. He frowns, a crazy idea then running through his mind for a few seconds, before fading away as quickly as it appeared. No, it can't be. I'm going about this the wrong way.

"I mean... in the papers, in TV appearances. I know you. Everyone knows Nolan Sorrento."

"Yes, of course... but does everyone know Nolan Sorrento like... you know him?"

"I hope not..."

"Loyalty is not a concept that can be addressed exclusively in a video game. I can only be loyal in real life, don't misjudge me, it would be absurd to consider us as a couple." It's just a stupid game, he holds back from vociferating. Nolan feels frustrated that she doesn't want to step out of the virtual world and embrace the pleasures of real life as much as he does.

"So... Superman or Nolan Sorrento?"

It's not explicitly asked, but Nolan burns to know her feelings about the real him. In her wildest dreams, she even admits to him that she is in love with his real body and to prefer it, against all odds, to Superman's. In front of the astonished mine of his interlocutor, Nolan Sorrento breaks the last centimeters which separate their bodies. He grabs Lady Grey's perfect face with one hand. With his fingertips, Nolan brushes the cupid's bow of her lips, before going gently down to her lower lip and caressing it with the palm of his thumb. He stares into her eyes, unblinking, waiting for a satisfactory response.

"Nolan..." she whispers, capturing his lips forcefully. Lady Grey interrupts their exchange for a few seconds to continue, "Definitely you, it's the real you I think of when you kiss me."

These words have an amazing impact in Sorrento, in the blink of an eye, there he is against her. Lady Grey finds herself pressed against the silk sheets of her huge four-poster bed. 

He whispers her name, taking care to separate each syllable as slowly as possible, as if to bring a dramatic effect to their foreplay.

Lady Grey lets her eyelids close in order to increase tenfold her pleasure of feeling her partner's hands on her body made of pixels. She remembers the sensual way he rolled his name like honey in his mouth. Lady Grey dreams of feeling his tongue even deeper inside her, to the point where she feels like she can even come like that.

"Let me, let me touch you..." she implores before he takes possession of this pulpy mouth, deliciously half-opened, which asks only to be satisfied. The hands of Sorrento avatar's get lost against her alabaster skin, under the puffing folds of her purple dress. They cross every part of her skin, palpating, pinching, scratching, until leaving red marks symbolizing the violence of the hard feelings compressed in him. He dies of desire to make her shout, to make her beg, to ravage her all, until she finally gives in to the least of his whims. "Say my name," he orders, biting gently on the tip of her chin. "I want to hear you say it every time you feel something."

"No--lan... Nolan..." she moans as she feels her lover's hands under her thighs, slowly working their way up to the very core of her desire. "Oh!"

"Yes... Like that, darling, don't stop... " he murmurs in a hoarse voice between her lips. He is devouring the bony line that surrounds her face with his wet kisses and bites, until going up sensually to the hollow of her ear. His gestures are hurried, trembling, which betray a tendency to possessiveness.

"Which equipement are you wearing ?"

"The FX1 suit... Why my sweet? " he is astonished before she answers his pressing need, after having unbuckled the belt of his suit pants.

My goodness. A wave of pleasure overwhelms his whole body. All his senses are literally bursting in his delight. Incredible. There's something magical about this outfit, incongruous as it is. Power never before equaled. Nolan Sorrento feels like he's in one of those old sci-fi movies, some kind of humanoid in armor. The sensations are multiplied tenfold to the point of no return. As soon as he gets rid of his virtual reality helmet, the ecstatic shivers continue to run through his body, they radiate in the most sensitive parts of his male anatomy. Yes, the FX1 suit is definitely the best thing that ever happened to him. Without further delay, Nolan Sorrento extracts himself from his torture device. He tries to make his way out of what looks like a giant hamster cage. The CEO of the IOI organization wants only one thing: to release the pressure that has built up following his encounter with the mysterious Lady Grey. Lady Grey, mayor of Bowerstone. Mayor, bullshit. Holy shit, he swears. Once he had set foot on the floor of his office, Sorrento gambled for a few seconds. With a shaky gait, he spun around twice. A light burst of laughter escapes from his thin lips, so much the sensory overload is complete. He still feels overcome by waves of pleasure and puffs of heat which make him tear off a sharp blow the buttons of the collar of his shirt. Fresh air, please. He needs air at all costs. His body burns desperately for something... that is beyond all his hopes. Sorrento takes the opportunity to release his neck from his tie. Amazing, he repeats to himself like a mantra. When she touched his crotch, it was like... an electric caress of rare violence. It almost took him to seventh heaven. He loved it. It even made him completely crazy. He couldn't take it anymore and quickly left the simulation game. Nolan Sorrento has never had so much fun playing a stupid video game. Now that the euphoria has passed, our businessman realizes that he has lost total control of the situation, which instantly sends him into a state of raging madness. Possessed by the need to suppress all these sensations, Sorrento throws his helmet in the corner of the room. Visceral. This need for absolute and total control is visceral. He can't accept what he has just experienced in the Oasis. It's just a video game, far away from anything he knows, two thousand miles from reality. His own reality. A reality made of numbers, costs and profits, millions of dollars and sumptuous villas or luxurious suits. There is nothing better than reality, he repeats to himself like a ritornello.

Really ?

While he is pacing in his office, Nolan is unaware that his office door opens to reveal the face of his executive secretary. Amaryllis. An unusual name that amuses more than it commands respect. A name that could be used as a pseudonym in a video game or as the name of a cartoon character. Bloody hell. She was persecuted for a long time for this fantasy. Amaryllis considers that she has not been spoiled by nature. She is a woman who has just celebrated her thirtieth birthday, a very beautiful woman in fact, but with a physique that is far from being unnoticed. She has a flamboyant hair that looks like Venetian blond, a milky skin as white as marble and a pair of water green irises. All these details have given rise to a powerful complex during her youth, which is the source of her current shyness. But there is no reason to have any complex when you have such a magnetic physique, a slender waist and a small straight nose.

When she discovers him so ecstatic, she cannot resist smiling gently at him. It is not given to her to contemplate this man in a state of perfect bliss. Yes, that is the word. Perfect... He is perfect. Each of his features, his dark circles, the gray streaks that pepper his silky hair and his square shoulders, she never tires of admiring the beauty of this man of power.

He still doesn't notice her presence, so she clears her throat a little. "Mr. Sorrento." All the charm of his vulnerability begins to vanish almost in a split second. "You sent for me?"

"That's right, Miss Blackwood." he replies, regaining his seriousness in front of her. He moves his neck slightly from right to left to relax his muscular tensions. "Come, honey, with your report." Nolan needs to think of something else right now.

She’s surprised by this mechanical ability to switch from laughter to seriousness, his facial features having muted into a placid expression.

"Are you in pain?"

Nolan takes without a word the report, elegantly plastified in a forest green cover. He then begins to skim over its broad outlines, lingering for a few minutes on the summary.

"Nothing insurmountable. A slight tendonitis, no doubt."

"It's from your sessions on the Oasis. They are far too intense for your body. I can certainly do something..."

"Thank you, but there's no need, Miss Blackwood. I pay you exclusively for your expertise and not for your massage skills."

"Well--Fine, Mr. Sorrento."

As his eyes scan the lines of her report, Amaryllis Blackwood notices a detail of some importance. She notices that his eyes darkens as he goes on. Amaryllis swallows hard. What he reads is far from bringing him satisfaction. She feels that the knife is likely to fall from one moment to another. Nolan Sorrento is frowning and seems to make superhuman efforts not to explode.

"Ridiculous!" he snaps. "Is that what I pay you for? You haven't done enough research, this is... mediocre! I am deeply disappointed. It is distressingly poor, Miss Blackwood!"

“You have barely read the introd...“ she insists.

“Are you fucking kidding me ?” he snaps.

She hears his voice crack. What’s wrong with him ? In his fury, he throws the sheets of the report in his employee's face.

Amaryllis falls at his feet like a poor little thing. She tries to recover the scattered sheets which are encircling the Italian shoes of her superior.  

She puts herself spontaneously in position of retreat, destabilized by his coldness. Worse than that, she feels shocked by the violence of his words.

"It must be done for tonight."

" But... Mr. Sorrento, it is five o'clock in the afternoon and... "

"And...?" he cut her off bluntly as he approached her dangerously. "Do you have any plans? A tap show, a trip with girlfriends in the best bars of Columbus, a small dinner in candlelight or even a date in a swingers club?" he rants while raising a face empty of expression. Anger rumbles and it bears the features of Nolan Sorrento. He feels that the brutality of his words is a necessary harm to establish once again his hierarchical position. Nolan cannot stand it when his authority is questioned.

"You don't seem to understand the demands and the beauty of a company like ours, Miss Blackwood. If it turns out that the pressure is too much for you, just tell me about it, I can easily transfer you to another department, like our loyalty center."

Oh no. I'd rather go to hell than to a loyalty center, she thinks, panicking at the thought of ending up in one of those hamster cages. Terrified, Amaryllis Blackwood feels her body shaking rather than thinking. She feels her heart rate increase unreasonably, her vision is now a thick fog.

"No! No, no, please, no, of course not, Mr. Sorrento. Nothing is more important to me than this business."

He seems to love this feeling of all-power. She hates herself for it. She bites her lower lip until it bleeds for being so... cowardly.

"Good." he says, satisfied with his little burst of power. The sound of her distraught voice and her pleas resonate within him like a sexual promise. The curve of his lips crinkles into a thin, sly smile as he decides to elude her presence. "Go away, now."

As he starts pacing the room again, visibly obsessed with his latest cell phone, she can't restrain a shiver of disgust.

"Primary sexism..." mumbles Amaryllis, more to herself than to him. She does not think for a moment that he is capable of hearing this sentence. Shame on her.

"I beg your pardon? " he whispers seriously. His ears are still focused on her every move. "What did you say?" This is too much for Nolan Sorrento. Is she serious? He feels like he's about to explode all the frustration he's built up over her.

Amaryllis shudders as she smells the subtle scent of danger wafting through the air. Holy shit. Amaryllis Blackwood's blood is racing through her veins. She has gone too far to let this mistake be taken back before he goes into a burst of rage.

"No... that's not... I didn't know you were still giving attention to our conversation..." she says, confusing herself with an apology.

"Because you think I'm stupid enough or completely deaf to not pay attention to you?"

"No, sorry."

Amaryllis felt Nolan Sorrento's grip on her arm, before she found herself slammed against one of the office walls.

"In case you didn't know it yet, my hearing is doing excellently, Miss Blackwood."

He plunges his ocean blue eyes into hers to emphasize the harshness of his threats. She finds herself completely caught up in the small flashes of light that emerge from them ; a mixture of frustration and excitement. There is no sign that Nolan Sorrento is angry, but the force of his words is unmistakable. She has never been spoken to like this before, and this harshness in his voice is far from leaving her speechless. She feels pleasurable shivers running down her spine. This presence, this voice, this proximity. He is frightening and seductive at the same time. He breaks the last centimeters which separate their two bodies to maintain his domination.

"Do not insult me like that again, did I make myself understood well, Miss Blackwood?" he whispers in the hollow of her ear. She feels the vibrations of his sneer against her neck. The IOI CEO's whispering voice is heavy, his breath almost erratic against her skin.

Even before he does anything, she already feels drunk on him. The feel of his body immobilizing hers, the way his scent surrounds her, the sound of his voice, his breathing hard. Every detail of him filled her fragile core with strong emotions like a tsunami. Even that terribly sarcastic and charming smile seems to rip apart what's left of her moral principles.

"Am I clear?" he repeats.

"Yes." she begs.

"Yes… Who… Miss Blackwood ?" A smirk appears at the corner of his thin lips. It feels so good to be powerful.

"Yes... Mr. Sorrento..." She feels his pleasure more than anyone else. He is even able to cum just by torturing her."As you now well know, I'm not much of a patient man," he says in an authoritative tone. "Get that report back to me by midnight. If you don't... there may well be a place available at the loyalty center. I would hate to break a mind as brilliant as yours."

He loves the feel of her squirming against him as she seeks to gain a few inches away from him. He plunges his two icy orbs into her ones, waiting for the final cut, which finally doesn't come. She nods her head after a few seconds of silence, in sign of acquiescence.

Amaryllis releases a sigh of relief, when he moves away from her body. The last thing that she wishes is him to be aware of her tormented feelings. She leaves, carrying the remnants of her unfulfilled desire with her.

"Go back to work. Now." After dismissing her, Nolan nonchalantly waved his hand, as if chasing an imaginary bug around the room.

"I'm sorry to take away your evening, but just consider it a fantasy to entertain the idea that your position gives you the ability to maintain a private life."

"Mr. Sorrento... Just know that to continue to exist, fantasy must remain in the realm of the imaginary."

She cannot help but return a last provocation before disappearing. This sentence leaves our businessman on his hunger, it even leaves him particularly dreamy. A sentence without importance, but that he cannot help transposing to the dilemma which is played in his personal life. He feels caught up in his own fantasies, his attraction to a character which is not real. He is attracted to an illusion, and particularly to his fantasy of the player.

When she retreats from his office without a word, Nolan Sorrento finally lets go. He then takes a deep breath of air as if to give himself the courage to think about his situation. Nolan feels cramped in a position that hasn't given him any satisfaction for the past few months. He still remembers the delicious shivers that ran through his avatar as if they were running through his real body. He even relishes these images and sensations like a diabetic rediscovering the pleasures of sugar. More than anything in the world, yes, more than anything. Nolan wants to feel them once again. He feels feverish at the very thought of falling back into her arms. Nolan feels himself literally bubbling with desire. He covets the dark purpose of possessing her body, not in this video game, but in reality. Nolan Sorrento's feelings for Oasis are far too tumultuous to be trapped in a virtual relationship. At least, that's what he thinks he knows about him.

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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader

prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: i’ve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write forever…but this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope y’all enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3

sunghoon was miserable. 

it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.

he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer “locked down” and “whipped” as his friends had always called him. but the so-called “freedom” felt like hell since it meant losing you.

at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. “it’s natural,” he had repeated like a mantra, “she was your best friend and lover for years.” but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.

he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, you’d be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.

but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself. 

you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you weren’t being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.

but there wasn’t too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.

he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadn’t lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadn’t attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.

he had even run from his job. he couldn’t stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldn’t stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.

so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldn’t dare delete them, but he couldn’t stomach looking at you either.

he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldn’t hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.

but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.

SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.

sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.

he had purchased that watch for you as a “just because” present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.

his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.

“please,” he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, “pick up please.”

but you just weren’t answering. so he tried again and again and again.

for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.

finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.

the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasn’t registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.

why did he run? why didn’t he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.

when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you should’ve canceled them by now.

he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?

the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?

“sir, do you know–” an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.

as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.

“w-wait! sorry, i have a key.” sunghoon’s hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didn’t understand what he was doing at all.

as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you. 

the officer, however, pulled him back.

“sir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.”

“what, why? if she’s in there, i want to see–”

“sir, it’s just in case we find something we wouldn’t want you to see.”

all of sunghoon’s hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.

he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.

he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,

“sunghoon?!”

his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.

he didn’t even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms. 

you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, “sunghoon? what’s wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?” you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,

“ma’am, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.”

suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoon’s hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid he’d fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.

that’s when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.

you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, “i’m sorry officer, it looks like there’s been a misunderstanding…”

the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, “got it, ma’am. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.” he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.

you reached for sunghoon’s hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

“i was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,” you recounted, “i put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didn’t fall, but that must’ve been when the watch fell."

"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."

sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. i’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,

“glad to see it was a false alarm, ma’am. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldn’t even grab him!” the officer laughed, “you two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!”

after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.

he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.

“sunghoon…” you started, stroking his back, “i’m sorry i worried you, honey.”

you knew you shouldn’t be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.

his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.

but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.

he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, “don’t say you’re sorry. i’m so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.” he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.

“and i’m sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldn’t have run, i shouldn’t have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldn’t have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didn’t prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. i’m so sorry, i never wanted to break up.” he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.

you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, “i know honey, i know.”

“baby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,” you could’ve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, “i couldn’t breathe right thinking that our last conversation could’ve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if you’d give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to you…let’s go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if you’d like.” he smiled hopefully at you.

“hoon,” his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, “what do you mean? don’t you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?”

“i quit my job.”

“excuse me?”

“no job that made me work that much is worth it. i’ll find one with better work-life balance…after our vacation. if that’s what you still want of course…” he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.

you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?

while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.

he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.

you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.

“what about…” you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, “we take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?”

sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. “that sounds like a great idea, love.” he spoke, “we’ll get you a new watch too. and i’ll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever you’re ready, okay? i love you.”

“okay. and i love you too. can’t wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!”

one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.