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ybklix · 10 months ago

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the party

PART TWO OF THE PROJECT / part one ⭑.ᐟ ★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: The inevitable closeness and attraction with Chan is still there, once he can finally touch you, it only remains for him to show you slowly a little bit of his world.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, clitplay, fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, piv, pet names, hints of fluff.

word count: 8.2k

miniplaylist: house of balloons by the weeknd / 2 on by tinashe / collide by justine skye / lost in the fire by the weeknd / connected by bang chan

masterlist - taglist ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

a/n: i made it fluffier than it should be oops

After that night of released tensions, there was nothing but an obvious closeness between you and Chan, moments after you finished with your first oral sex, he saw you, so confused with such a sweet expression for him, tired, trying to recover, so wet between your orgasm and his saliva, so he held back, held back so much from not fucking you at that very moment, from pulling his cock out and waiting to be satisfied, so he only admired your exposed pussy once more, your body moving and closing your legs slightly slowly, him with such a sweet but arrogant smile. Chan wiped his mouth to approach you and give you a small kiss on your forehead, feeling close to him your agitated complexion and heavy breathing, you couldn't think of anything else but to regain your stability, but at the same time you wondered anxiously if after all the foreplay Chan would dare to fuck you. But you forgot it all once you felt a tender kiss on your face instead.

“Get some rest, baby, let's finish tomorrow, okay?” he whispered to you, shuddering every part of your sensitive body.

You assumed he was talking about the project. You obeyed him, cleaning up your little mess and did something you never thought you would do, at least not now, as unexpectedly as your hot encounter was, you offered him to sleep over at your apartment, a proposal which Chan accepted with much joy, his heart beating out of his chest, simply because he liked you too much, seeing him in such a sweet act as he read your shy movements when you told him that, beyond seeing himself as he used to before: spending the night at a woman's home since he wanted to fuck her all night but you… with your cheeks still hot, Chan knew perfectly well that your intentions were pure and out of kindness, and that drove him even crazier, out of tenderness.

He insisted on sleeping on the couch to not make you uncomfortable since you had an extra room but there was no other bed and you… swallowing all your pride persuading him that it was more than okay for him to sleep with you since you suddenly needed his body close to yours, you didn't tell him any of that, you just argued that he must be tired and that your bed was even more comfortable. He agreed, wearing your most oversized sweatpants you had, still fitting his muscular body, and you slept comfortably in his arms, after giving you a very pleasant experience.

He never acted weird afterward for any second, beyond simple giggles every time he saw you as he had in his mind the image of you so surrendered to him letting yourself be touched. However, other than that, Chan still behaved as normal, the small details for you were the hickeys you suddenly had to cover up, but he even became more attached to you, confusing you so much as you were starting to see a side of him that you had never felt or shown interest in knowing about anyone else. The project was a stressful success, Chan had it all, he was smart and attentive so for once in your life you didn't carry absolutely all the weight of academic work. After that day he sat near you every day, just talked and talked, went to lunch with you, and was so cute being genuinely interested in you in general.

Unlike him you had no other activity outside of college, he kept busy during the day, but being with a little more confidence towards you since that night, Chan was really managing to be able to make time off and see you off campus without it being too late, he would endeavor to sit and eat with you, ask you where you were and if he could take you to your apartment, where you invited him in and stayed for a while exclusively talking, in a slightly so tense atmosphere as the tension of both of you was so tangible; and so it went for the rest of the week. His closeness was so evident as he was not someone who went unnoticed around the university and you knew that there were already countless rumors that for Chan to be around you, so strangely behind you was because somehow you had already had sex or Chan was waiting to have it with you soon. Chan knew it too, the silly and immature rumors he didn't care unless he saw that they were bothering you, that's when he would act and stop everything… until then, the rumors weren't that bad, at least he thought so, he thought they were ridiculous and didn't care about them since at the end of the day he was with you.

On the other hand, your small circle of friends was severely puzzled as to what was going on between you and Chan, although not even you knew it clearly because you were really starting to like him, he was so cute and showed a genuine interest in you that it suddenly drove you crazy. You couldn't confess to them that you were considering him seriously, in such a short time.

It didn't bother you, your dirty little secret was that you enjoyed a wonderful night with Chan, so the little rumors made you a little proud as you had never experienced such a thing.

But you seriously liked Chan, he was so cute with you and a part of you didn't want him to only want you for sex, as you recognized he had a reputation, but you wanted to ignore it at all costs, you didn't want to be able to believe that all his kindness and attention was only focused on having sex afterwards, as all the rumors claimed, you had no idea how crazy you had Chan at your disposal and power.

And once again, Chan walked out of class with you, on a Friday, he looked so cute following you with a smile, just showing that he was so happy and comfortable to be with you. You both walked around the campus comfortably until he suddenly blurts out:

“Mmm what are you doing today?”

He was so busy, but he would always make sure to make room for you, he really wanted to ask you out, he wanted you to hang out with him seriously, but he was suddenly so shy at the also new sensations for him, he had never liked someone of that magnitude, so purely that sometimes it came to scare him.

You looked into his eyes, his slitted, shining dark eyes, waiting for an answer. You were so confused, you wanted him all of a sudden, just for you, but you were so afraid of interpreting things and that at the end of the day… he only wanted you for pleasure. Sadly, just today you were going to see some friends, but you had already spent the rest of the week together, Chan seemed to just want to be with you.

“Mmm, I'll see some friends.”

You saw his excited expression soften a little, somewhat disappointed.

“Oh, I see. Can we meet tomorrow?”

You smiled at him, analyzing every detail of his face, suddenly questioning all the typical questions a delusional woman at that precise moment could ask herself, wondering if all the little moments you saw each other and spent together he counted as a date or if he ever really asked you out more formally, you honestly had no idea how that dating system worked, so you needed a little help from your friends as soon as possible, you were losing your breath just at the sight of him...

You were about to happily answer him a yes, glad to hear what his proposal would be to spend time together, but a boy interrupted you, walked around to meet Chan and squeezed him amicably by the shoulder.

“Hey, dude, see you tomorrow, don't skip, okay?” the boy said to Chan with a smile, pointing at him amicably and just walking away.

The both of you were surprised by his sudden action and appearance and watched the muscular boy walk away. You decided to play a little.

“I guess you already had plans tomorrow.”

“They don't matter. I can cancel anything to see you” he quickly replied, making it look slightly intense, causing you to get a heat in your cheeks, quickly understanding what he meant.

Since when had you become so important to him?

You both paused for a few moments to get a better look at each other. His answer was so obvious but you still had your doubts.

You blinked in puzzlement, still with your cheeks red, which Chan found adorable and realized the tone his earlier comment may have sounded in, embarrassing him and turning his ears red, he was crazy about you, he needed you, he wanted to be with you and do all the sweet cheesy things, at the same time he wanted to balance it with the most amazing sex.

“What were your plans?” you asked again, still embarrassed and without thinking, averting the subject and your eyes from his gaze.

“Ah it's nothing, a party at a club for one of the frat boys' birthday.”

You nodded, listening to him intently, as he mentioned it with such disinterest. Chan knew that a party was not your ideal environment and place, so he simply deflected that kind of event from you and wanted to do more kinds of things that would come in your mood.

You again appreciated the details of his face and suddenly thought of all the things you did that were related to you… but you didn't do things that were more like him, so without thinking once more you said, looking him in the eye:

“You should go.”

Once again Chan's face showed disappointment, but that wasn't where you wanted to go.

“You want me to go…?”

“We can go together” you added suddenly, wanting to wipe the disappointment off his pretty face.

He was shocked by your decision, it wasn't that he didn't want to invite you, he just never considered that it would be something you wanted to do. Chan wasn't a party guy either, but he had to do it for the sake of the fraternity and for hanging out with his friends, giving him the reputation of a famous guy who liked to party.

“Ah, sure, I'd love to” he smiled at you, “I didn't suggest it because I didn't think you'd want to go…”

You smiled back, feeling proud to turn the tables a little. It was a party, nothing out of this world, you didn't attend many regularly but you were slightly familiar, at least with the context and image of what it could be like, since honestly, you hadn't attended one ever and you felt a bit pathetic and nerdy every time you were with Chan, someone so knowledgeable and wonderful in all areas, you wanted to try new things, him and his little world.

“I want to go” you replied confidently and suddenly fell into embarrassment, “Oh I'm sorry, can I go?”

Chan licked his lips happily, somewhat strangely at your sudden enthusiasm for attending a college party, but genuinely happy. He didn't want to stay with the image of a partying college boy and part of a fraternity all his life, he wanted to be someone serious, he wanted you to take him seriously and see him with eyes that he was just a guy studying physics who liked a girl in his class and both of them could come up with a lot of things.

“Sure you can” he looked at you tenderly ”Well, then how about if I pick you up tomorrow at 9?”

You nodded, your heart racing, not knowing where your boldness and bravery had come from so suddenly. Chan was impressed too but he liked you and just hoped you wouldn't be so disappointed, he recognized that college parties you could take as unusual, weird and boring. And it was true, they had never caught your attention, until Chan lightly involved you in them.

You didn't know what to expect, but you were slightly excited. And once again, Chan made sure to walk you to the place where you would meet your friend, raising glances from her and when you told her that you would go out with him for a party tomorrow she called you crazy, in a good way, and convinced you to buy a nice dress.

[…]

You were nervous, as much as Chan was about taking you to his side, not as something official, but certainly taking such a big step, making everyone assume that you are that plus one to take everywhere, he wanted you like that, always close, his little crush was bearing more and more fruit and was even developing so many true and genuine feelings for you, he felt ridiculous, falling in love at his age… he was not a faithful believer of love until he met you, he wanted to be with you, to take care of you and dedicate his days to you.

All day long you were texting until the real moment came when he knocked on your door.

Your best friend gave you instructions and advice on what to drink, what to wear and what was the right makeup for such a night. Then you opened the door, leaving Chris engrossed, caught up in your perfume and as if he was in a movie, all in slow motion, in the typical scene where the guy recognizes that she's the girl and suddenly sees her ten times more attractive, that was partly the case, he always found you so attractive, both inside and out, but today, you looked in a way that even in his deepest fantasy he couldn't have imagined, in a tight black dress, without your glasses, your pretty eyes highlighted in shimmering makeup eyeshadow, your eyelashes long and curly, a blush that looked perfect on you and glossy lipstick on your lips that Chan suddenly wanted to kiss so badly.

Needless to say, you stole his breath away.

“You look beautiful” he mentioned.

Your cheeks naturally started to turn red. He wasn't far behind, he was so handsome, with his outfit, black shirt and pants with a cool design, his short brushed hair and a long chain decorating his neck and falling down his chest.

“You look good too” you could say.

Chan chuckled. And proposed walking out to his car where he opened the door for you. He had his own car, but that first time the two of you met, he was so nervous that he walked to the coffee shop to see you. But now he controlled his nerves, but he didn't know exactly how to react or what to do to have you in intimacy again, not that he always idealized that, but it was a recurring thought in his head every time he thought of you, he thought of you and everything he loved about you, but also of that wonderful night when he made you see stars, in your bodies needing each other, he wanted so badly to repeat it, but he didn't want to pressure you as he didn't want you to see him as someone just looking for sex, when he really desired a connection with you.

Chan licked his lips, watching you out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help it, he wanted you in so many ways, first it was the sweet moment when he cherished every inch of you innocently, now he wanted to worship every inch of you so dirty, he wanted to possess you right there now, suddenly his clothes were so tight, just like your dress, he was lost and he would give it all just to touch you again, caress your thigh on the way, kiss you, but he had decided to be so cute with you and set all those limits until you spoke up, confirming to him what you wanted, if you wanted a relationship where you were just friends for pleasure, it would be painful for him, he would involve feelings, but he would be fine with that, but you were so shy and just pretended nothing had happened that night.

Chan cleared his throat, at the same time he had so many questions for you.

“Mmm, you brought your ID, didn't you?” he spoke to break the silence.

You nodded. You were ready but as you got closer to your destination you regretted it more and more, but it was worth it to be close to Chan.

“Are you sure you want to go? Any time you want to leave we can do it” he spoke again, slightly concerned.

You looked at him. Chan stopped the car at a red light. You recognized once again how handsome he looked, his strong arms on the steering wheel, all of him, you wanted to feel his lips again.

“I'll be fine. You think I'm a spoilsport?”

Chan laughed, looking you straight in the eye.

“It's not that… it's just that,” he decided to be honest, “I never thought a club would be your kind of fun.”

You examined his face, flooding you with the ideas that he had you in a concept of an innocent studious girl, it was true, you didn't go to parties much and stayed in your apartment studying or just locked up watching some movie, but that Chan had you in that concept somehow caused you insecurity, you wanted to be for him everything he was looking for and you were so inexperienced with men that you didn't know clearly what it was he wanted. Whether the boring little version of you, or someone more outgoing that he might consider taking with his friends.

“It's not,” you confessed, “But a little party never hurt someone.”

Chan smiled and the green light illuminated his face. It wasn't a small party, it was a crowded club and his friend would be celebrating his birthday in a small VIP area. He just hoped you were ready.

And when you arrived everything was fine. Chan grabbed you by the waist, going straight to the security guy and showing some kind of card and let him in without waiting in line. You blinked in bewilderment, as the man didn't question anything at all and without realizing it, you were slowly making your way into the place. It was dark, smelled of air freshener and cigarettes and as you entered the music got louder, like Chan's grip on you.

You were inside, the lights illuminated both of you. For a second you forgot to recharge your social battery, but you would be fine, you convinced yourself, you would drink and at the end of the night you hoped to at least return to kiss Chan and you would have the silly excuse that the situation warranted it.

“Let's go to the VIP” Chan shouted in your ear, which didn't sound like a shout, it sounded normal because of the volume of the music.

You tried to look at him, he looked so relaxed, like it was something he did often. You didn't know what he was talking about but you held your bag tighter and he kept holding you tightly by the waist and walking along with you, passing between groups of people, Chan was making sure you didn't bump into anyone, that no one touched or brushed against you, his face was so focused, almost as if it was his job, like a bodyguard, putting you more in a strange mood, liking him even more.

You noticed Chan stopped and changed the direction of his steps when he saw someone, you both walked up a few stairs and met a group of people away from the main dance floor.

Chan approached to a slim blond guy, with a drink in his hand and enjoying the loud music, Chan questioned him something inaudible to you, to which he responded with an exaggerated gesture with his arms, as if indicating that everyone was there. Chan looked around, while you felt lost, almost like a fish out of water, so exposed on a surface that wasn't yours, you didn't want to go home, but you just wanted to relax, stop tensing up and enjoy the moment.

“Well, everyone's here” Chan spoke loudly in your ear again. You nodded, “It's Minho's party, another frat boy, Changbin dragged him here, but he's fun. I live with three other guys, I never told you before? Don't think it's twenty guys locked up in a house.”

You laughed, you were so focused on listening to him and he would suddenly come out with his comments.

“I'll introduce you to them” he said again.

Moments later Chan introduced you to each of his friends, seven in total, the others just made comments on the air with their names. Chan was a gentleman but he never introduced a girl to his friends, not in such a formal way and between giggles showing his nervousness.

You tried to adjust and before you knew it you were comfortably engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin, Chan's friend and roommate. Then he showed up, somewhat jealous that you wouldn't stop talking to Hyunjin, but happy that you were getting along so well with someone close to him and adjusting to what can be an overwhelming environment, Chan asked you if you wanted something to drink to which you nodded saying whatever was fine, then you remembered about not trusting drinks to men, but it was Chan, you trusted him blindly. Chan wanted to spare you the fatigue of going through people to get a drink so he offered to bring it to you, plus you were comfortably seated, away from Hyunjin, but talking to him.

Within minutes of Chan leaving as he was confident you were fine with his close friend, Hyunjin left with regret as a girl called him on the phone and he claimed she had just arrived and he would go get her, he apologized and left, leaving you sitting and feeling strange. Half of Chan's friends were lost on the dance floor, you suddenly felt stranded, you were about to stand up, but you felt someone sit near you which you thought for a microsecond it would be Chan but your expression and excitement changed as you realized it was a stranger, boldly looking at your cleavage.

“College girl, right? A lot of college students tend to come here often, but someone like you I've never seen before…. I'm Changwook, by the way.”

You sketched an awkward smile, you felt him unnecessarily close to you. You saw him, he looked older, he wasn't ugly, but his strange behavior completely displeased you. You didn't know what to say, you had nothing else to say but to get out of the situation.

“Are you here by yourself? Or are any of your friends around? And you're not drinking, honey, I'll buy you drinks, it would be a pl--”

“Excuse me.”

It was what you both could hear over the loud music, the voice was so familiar to you, it came out in such a loud and demanding tone, feeling so suddenly the presence of someone right in front of you. You felt so relieved to see Chan, just when you needed him. He was carrying a drink for the ones he went for but left it on the small table in front of the elongated couch you were sitting on. Chan could see your discomfort and your relief reflected on your face at the sight of him. The unknown boy just smirked at you and ignored you completely, despite noticing the obvious and obvious pout Chan was making at him.

“Well, what drink would you like to try, cutie?” he leaned close to your ear for you to hear, his thigh brushing against yours, you were uncomfortable.

Chan warmed his body furiously.

For some reason you were motionless, not knowing what exactly to do, you didn't want to be a girl in distress and helpless but it was all so new and sudden, the atmosphere of a club, a strange and dischargeable guy approaching you without leaving you space and seeing you dirty….

“Didn't you fucking hear me? Get away from her.”

This time Chan repeated more annoyed seeing his attitude and that he had completely ignored him, plus he couldn't tolerate seeing you like that. The man looked up in annoyance and Chan gently took your arm so you could stand up, you took his hand and approached him almost like a helpless child in fear, relieved to be able to feel the warmth of his body close and him close in general.

The man was puzzled and understood everything, or at least he thought he did with an incredulous smile.

“Ahh, you were coming with your boyfriend?” he commented and stood up, standing dangerously in front of Chan, you stood behind him, still holding on to his arm and hand, “Why would you leave your cute little girlfriend alone, with a dress like that it's so dangerous…”

Chan wanted them to call you his girlfriend but not coming from some weird guy, he was furious, he clenched his free fist but you noticed the muscles in the left arm you were holding, tense up, his nostrils flared angrily, the man looked so defiant and Chan was already glaring at him, clenching his jaw, unable to believe he was making comments about you and what you were wearing which you are free to do, he was disgusted to even have him around, he wanted to beat him to a pulp. But he decided to calm down, a fight would get him nowhere, but he would really break everything for you.

“Just get lost, man. Leave her alone, she's with me” he mumbled, annoyed and choosing to calm down.

You watched the scene with some uncertainty, you didn't know the guy and you didn't know what he was capable of, and suddenly you didn't know about Chan either as he really looked annoyed and so domineering. It was a bad tension, you'd hate it if they started fighting.

The man saw Chan more defiant, clenching his fist, you saw it and you were scared that at any moment he might hit Chan.

“Alright alright I get it, fine.”

The guy left, annoyed and glaring at both of you, you could breathe easy, Chan fixedly watched him walk away until he was lost in the crowd, waiting for small seconds when something unexpected will happen again, when he lost sight of him and he felt inside that the area was clear and free of him, he abruptly turned to you, taking you by the face and seeing you so concerned, softening his eyebrows and looking at you as if you were the most fragile creature in the world and spoke to you softly in contrast to his annoyed tone and tense body just seconds ago.

“Are you all right? What did he do to you? Why were you alone? Hyunjin left you? That damn motherf…"

You saw him slightly upset as he filled you with comments and by his heavy but tender gaze on you, he looked so worried about you.

“I'm fine, really, he didn't do anything to me-”

“But he was a mother fucking creep. Where's Hyunjin? Sorry sorry for leaving you, I should never have done that, do you want to go home now? Do you want me to take you?”

He was still talking so worried that now you felt tender. His face was close to yours and you stared into his bright eyes amidst the darkness of the place.

“I'm fine, it wasn't Hyunjin's responsibility to take care of me anyway-”

“You're right” he interrupted you again, ”I should have been there, I never meant to leave you. Shall we go home?”

You smiled softly at him, enjoying his hand on your face and how serious he sounded about it.

“Mmm, we just got here, don't let this bad timing ruin everything, yeah?”

Chan smiled at your response. He couldn't let something happen to you because of something he felt was dragging you down. He nodded, beginning to believe you were liking being there at least a little.

“What drink did you bring?” you deflected the subject.

Chan slowly let go of you making you blush since you were so close immersed in your bubble.

“Mmm want to taste it?” he commented, picking up the drink again to hand it to you.

“Just one?” you said amused.

“You can only have one today” he replied playing along.

“What about yours?”

“I won't drink, doll, I'm driving and I have to get you home safely.”

You nodded once again blushing at his comment as you took a sip of the drink, it was sweet, but you couldn't deny that the bitter taste of alcohol was there. There were so many things about Chan that could surprise you, like the fact that he hardly ever drank, that he hardly ever attended parties but maintained a complete opposite image somehow.

After the bad moment, once again Chan approached his friends who were in an area of the dance floor on the borders, Felix and Hyunjin were having fun while the rest were there and others were lost somewhere else. It was a public space evidently and the stares were so common, but for some reason you felt them ten times heavier than in other places and it was inevitable, you were glowing and Chan could also tell how many eyes were focused on you.

But 5 drinks later you were starting to see the fun and join the dance along with Felix, you had such a short tolerance for alcohol, you didn't try it regularly, you were losing control and getting drunk. Chan assigned Han to bring you drinks in order not to leave you alone even for a second, Chan authorized your second drink but discreetly after the second one you kept telling him if he could bring you another one, and another and another one. You tried different drinks which was not the best idea, in combination with the strong lights on your face, making you even more dizzy.

Chan was looking at you funny from afar, watching you having a good time with Felix and Han as he was a bit shy to join the dance floor, but suddenly, his tender look changed completely when he saw a complete stranger approaching you again, slyly wanting to dance with you, sticking to your body, you were already slightly confused enough that you thought the guy was just another friend of Chan, but Chan acted fast and didn't let him get close to you at all, or rather, touch you.

Chan wasn't the kind of guy who blamed the way you dressed… but it was inevitable to deny that your short and tight dress with that cleavage could arouse something in more people and he hated it, he was jealous that more people were seeing you, that some are doing it with such a dirty look, lusting after you.

“Chaaan” you said animatedly, obviously a little drunk, with the alcohol having more and more effect on you.

Seeing Chan under the dizziness brought on by the alcohol was like a dream, as if he only existed, you were liking it strangely.

He noticed your condition, he thought for a second that you looked so cute, so free and loose, with an expression of happiness on your face that he hadn't seen before… but he knew exactly that it was because you were under the effects of alcohol.

You stood in front of him, trying to dance, not reasoning exactly what you were doing, just standing there, feeling somehow pleasantly light-headed, something you had never felt before.

“I think someone's had too much to drink already. How much have you had to drink? We should go home” he mentioned seriously.

One of the reasons he was serious was that he found no amusement when you were being devoured by the gaze of more men.

“What, you're not going to dance? Why don't you teach me how to do it?”

You pouted, Chan was just standing somewhat stiffly in the middle of the dance floor. He shook his head softly.

“You still don't want to go home?” he said.

You had no notion of time. You didn't answer, when another guy didn't respect that you were together, heading towards you.

“Hey, cutie, can I get your insta?”

Chan opened his wide, confused by the situation. You looked at the guy without knowing who he was or understanding what he said, but Chan stepped forward to say.

“No, she can't, she's with me, go away.”

Chan didn't know what to say, he was so upset for the moment with his heart racing from so many emotions in a short time because of you.

The guy left and you smiled at Chan, laughing softly as if you had been told a joke, this time hugging him and raising your eyes to see him, in such a perfect position to kiss him, the reality was you were losing your balance and wanted to hold on to something, but somehow he was surprised by your act and swallowed nervously, acting as shy as if you had never touched each other before, however, he wrapped his arms around your waist and let them rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“You keep saying that…” you began to slur your words.

“What?” he said softly, lost in you, aware that you might not have heard him.

“She's with me” you mimicked his serious tone, in a playful way, ”Am I with you, Chan…? Why haven't you made it clear to me all week? You haven't kissed me again, don't you want to?”

He looked at you puzzled, thinking that just now you must be too drunk to start saying such things, but at the same time, he was aware of your honesty. Chan questioned feeling pathetic if you waited all those days for him to make the first move.

“Y/n…” he was about to come clean with you, even though you were drunk, but you interrupted him.

The magical moment existed only for him.

“Aren't you going to dance? Dance with me or I'll dance with Felix.”

Chan felt stupidly in love and took care of you, you started to dance tenderly and he let himself go.

After minutes, an amused Felix approached his friend to say:

“She asked me how to make a boy jealous.”

You heard him and blushed, remembering that you had told him that when you were still sober and wanted to make Chan jealous so he would approach you on the dance floor and not leave you alone. Besides you wanted to see him upset again, since you thought his expression was so fucking hot a few moments ago, you had to admit it.

“Felix” you reproached him.

The blond walked away laughing, only provoking you both.

“So you want to make someone jealous, huh?” Chan said in a harsh voice close to your ear as he held you by the waist.

Your little moment of alcohol fun was gone, now it was a different kind of fun as you were sobering up, the memory of you dancing so Chan could approach you was humiliating that lowered your drunkenness, but somehow the plan worked as a guy approached you and he came to you almost running.

“Who did you want to make jealous, huh babygirl?”

You didn't respond, you were paralyzed at his touch, shyness taking over you again. Chan's ego grew knowing you wanted to come up with something to make him jealous.

“I'll show you” he said speaking seductively, “You have to show the other guy that he must come to claim what is his, so you will provoke him, being so loose and feeling yourself, like you don't care about anything else and letting yourself go” Chan turned your body with ease, “And dance like the other person doesn't exist, do it, tease them both and win.”

Now you couldn't move, you were processing the alcohol leaving your system and having Chan in such a sexy way.

“Dance” he ordered softly.

You tried to move, he grabbed your waist again and pressed you to your body, you could feel the rubbing of both bodies, little by little you let yourself go until you ground such a strategic area on him and making him aroused.

Chan couldn't take it anymore, your adjusted ass in that dress, rubbing on his cock… he didn't know at what point he achieved that, but he just knew he was fucking turned on right now. You noticed his bulge, bit your lip and turned abruptly to see him with a twinge of arousal in your pussy, you both had enough of the party now, it was time to take the fun somewhere else more private.

“Chan. Can we. Leave?” you spoke, shyly watching him with wide eyes.

He nodded in relief as his erection was only growing.

Chan awkwardly said goodbye to his friends, trying to hide his erection and finally you both walked to his car, which you got into and Chan started off not knowing exactly where to go, but he did know he needed you just now, taking care of him because his cock was hurting more and more and your apartment was farther away than his home…

You too were with an excitement growing in your body, but you didn't know how to communicate it.

Chan didn't resist and acted:

“Mmm well, there's no one at my place, all the guys are still at the club, do you want to go?”

He was desperate and his house was only 8 minutes away from the club. And he could also easily tell how much you wanted him too.

You nodded nervously, waiting for him to touch you again and slyly saw his big bulge. You almost sighed, thinking how much you wanted to sit on him again and move on it.

You tried to bring up a gentle topic of conversation, making both of you hold out all the way to his house and not let him touch you right there in the car. You asked little questions about which of his friends was the most likely to leave the club early but your voice only made Chan's poor swollen cock twitch and cry, his poor tip weeping drops of precum living off the fantasy of being able to have you again.

You were wet, it was enough for you to watch his handsome figure drive, his big hands squeeze the steering wheel, you were both to some extent comically aroused, filling the car with sighs and frustration until you finally reached your destination.

You knew Chan was excited, but you found it so hard to make the first bold and daring move that you only limited yourself to saying once you were inside and surveyed the place:

“Wow, it looks pretty neat for a boys-only house.”

Chan laughed. With his cock hard, amazed that you were back to being the same tender, shy girl, pretending he didn't have a big bulge between his pants that only indicated one thing.

“Mmm, and my room is even tidier, let's go see it.”

He unexpectedly took you by the hand, leading you up the stairs and into his room. You were stunned and excited, you knew exactly what was in store for you.

His whole room was in perfect order, it smelled nice and you suddenly felt your body warm knowing you were now in his space.

“Nice” you said.

Chan looked at you for a few seconds, an incredulous smile on his face. You were still there, excited but not coming any closer.

“You need to stop being so shy” he confessed, stepping in front of you, finally taking the initiative, “And start telling me exactly what you're thinking about. Do you want this?”

He grabbed your waist, pulling your body closer to his, feeling his erection against you. You nodded and your innocence only succeeded in making him harder. He began to caress your ass and your whole body sensually.

“And why don't you say it?” he spoke again.

You bit your lip, thinking about the right words, you were only thinking about how much you would want him to fuck you, but saying it so explicitly wasn't your thing, not even telling someone you want them to fuck you.

“Chan… you can, you know…”

He laughed softly, leaning down to take your lips sweetly, enjoying and savoring since he hadn't kissed you in long days, because he'd wanted to for a long time in every way possible. You closed your eyes, pleasantly surprised and lost in him.

“You know…” he spoke close to your lips, his nose brushing against yours, “It's not just about sex, I really want to take you on dates and get to know you if you'll let me.”

You were entranced in him. Unable to process any information very well, other than his name in your head over and over again.

“Okay” you whispered and he caught your lips again, “Let's go out…” you whispered.

The truth was you couldn't have been more excited by his comment. It was everything you wanted to hear and everything you wanted to do about to happen, he had it all.

Chan grabbed your face, glad to be on the same page and this time the kiss was getting more passionate and desperate, suddenly he had left maturity behind and being a young and horny mess, thinking about how much he wanted to satisfy his cock already. He began to touch you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, teasing you slightly hard against your lips. His naughty fingers went all the way to your center, eager to feel you, to know you were feeling what he was feeling.

It was more than obvious, your little panties were wet with just the manly presence of Bang Chan, to know what he was capable of and how he could treat you, you were with your heart racing and your mind working quickly in all the dirty and delicious scenarios, both of you needed each other already in desperation.

Chan almost moaned between kisses as he slipped his hand under your dress and pulled the fabric of your pussy aside and felt the softness of your womanhood, so docile and manipulable in his fingers, your sensitive, throbbing clit ready for his touch, your snug labia in your folds, Chan fantasized so much about you, about the feel of his cock buried in your core, of your mouth on his shaft, of the ways he wanted to settle your body into sex, everything, but right now he was so needy that he even wanted to act like a hormonal college boy who would only seek his own pleasure by sticking his cock in you, but no, he wasn't like that.

His long finger found the perfect way to stimulate your clit by pressing it and gently circling it while the rest of his fingers slowly lost themselves in your folds. You were about to lose your balance as you were extremely sensitive down there, eager for attention. Chan lowered his kisses to your neck inhaling your scent, hypnotized on your skin, he couldn't take any more, he was so stimulated with his cock throbbing in desperation.

“Fuck, baby, are you ready now? I need to fuck you now” he whispered almost babbling into your neck in an indescribable tone of voice, he was so excited that his deep voice made you shudder.

Chan sought your entrance, gently inserting his finger to check exactly what he needed, that you were wet, ready to take his cock at last. You moaned, his finger was teasing shallowly inside you, spreading your fluid, you got nervous again, you wanted to enjoy it and do it right for Chan, there were so many things you had to be the best at without having any experience, you hated not being the best at everything.

He noticed your tense body and worried expression.

“It's okay baby, relax, I'll make you feel good.”

You looked into his eyes, this time with two fingers inside you, deep and exploring your insides, you moaned in pleasure and pain, it was such a new and delightful surprise, and you wanted to let go of the fact that you were obviously so inexperienced. Chan felt his fingers being squeezed inside you, driving him crazy with the idea of how his hard cock was going to feel in you.

“Oh fuck, do you want me to do it now or do you want me to eat you again, baby girl?”

His indirectly direct questions shocked your excited, needy, inexperienced body as if he wasn't fucking you with his fingers just now. You lowered your gaze to his pants, thinking of all the time he may have had to hold back, thinking of how intimidatingly big and appetizing he looked, thinking of the sensation of feeling full.

“Do it, Chan, please, I need it.”

His fingers worked magically on you, but fantasizing about the idea of feeling even fuller wouldn't leave your head.

Chan smiled haughtily and began unbuttoning his pants desperately with his free hand.

“Pull them down, princess” he ordered you, pointing his head down.

You saw him and then at his open pants, your pussy throbbed again and you quickly obeyed him, exposing his vulnerable hard cock.

“Mm baby, touch it, feel how hard I am for you” Chan teased you.

He saw your slightly shocked expression at the sight of his erect member and you tentatively took his cock in your hands, not sure what to do but out of curiosity and desire you felt every inch of him, confirming his stiffness, feeling a boy's cock for the first time.

You began to masturbate him, running your hands over the thin, rigid skin of his penis, pushing Chan to the limit. He couldn't take it anymore, he would either fuck you or cum in your hand, it was time to act.

Chan removed his fingers from you, he deftly and easily turned you around, slowly pulling your panties down, he was so eager and ready to do it, to fuck you and have you all to himself.

You trembled softly in nervousness sure of what awaited you, not sure of the new sensation, but you were desperate in pleasure, you needed him, filling you, you wanted him for completeness in you. Chan hurried, quickly taking a condom from his nightstand right off his bed, putting it on with agility, as you witnessed the latex slipping down his length, awakening in you more impatience and a great sexual desire, finally he returned to you.

You looked at yourself in the full length mirror in front of, your panties down, your expression with ruddy cheeks, waiting for him to approach.

“Are you okay here, baby? Or do you want to do it on the bed… because honestly I want to fuck you while I see your pretty face in the mirror, huh” Chan said in a deep voice, standing behind you and holding your cheeks tightly with his hand.

You watched him from the mirror, his position behind you… he looked so fucking good, thinking you wanted to witness him too.

“It's okay like that, Ch-chan.”

“Good girl” he gasped, unable to resist any longer.

Chan lifted your dress, exposing your ass, massaged it, admiring it for a moment and then placed his hand on your lower back gently pushing you, indicating you to bend over a little, Chan held you by your belly with his left hand while with his right he took his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly inserting it, making him suck air between his teeth and moan audibly in relief, you squealed, resenting the incredible and timely change in your anatomy, of his cock sliding inside you and settling into your walls, you were going crazy with every inch he entered at the same time Chan was losing his mind at the sensation of your tightness.

Chan watched the erotic act of your entrance open up for his cock, then saw your sweet expression in his mirror as he babbled softly, “There you go, there you go, baby girl, gooood girl, it's almost all in, god you're taking it so well, you feel so good, fuck, please.”

You both whimpered as he was already deep in you, filling you up, pounding your cervix, but the fun was just beginning, Chan took you by the hips and started to penetrate you slowly and deeply to get you used to his size, then he stretched your body, to stick your back to his chest and started to ram you quickly, crashing against your skin, lost with the feeling of his cock in your walls, your moans and the expression of disaster on your face, so flustered.

Chan continued to pound your pussy until he was breathless, the sensation for both of you was magical, both of you suddenly seeing stars as he kept babbling things in your ear. He loved every second of your face being fucked hard, Chan wanted to have the image of you etched in his mind forever. And your dress suddenly became tighter, you were exasperated by the moment, looking for a release, looking for that culmination of your pleasure that was taking over every inch of you.

You dared to look at yourself in his mirror, Chan was so focused on making you feel good, collapsing his skin with yours, filling every corner of you until you were delightfully sore. He looked so good in that position, you thought, taking you and fucking you hard, both bodies struggling between moans and gasps, culminating in orgasm. You felt a huge knot in your stomach and an uncontrollable tide of emotions at the same time.

You were deliciously wrecked, tired and Chan sweetly offered to let you sleep right after the act. He was happy to finally make the move.

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Moments Posts - Sylus II

More random posts on the TL w/ boyfriend Sylus pt. 1

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misshuntermc: Who can't get plants to grow in the N109 Zone? 🤪

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skye.109: I guess I should start calling you Persephone

↳ misshuntermc: You should 🙂‍↕️ ↳ skye.109: Shall I worship you like a goddess as well? ↳ misshuntermc: bring me your best offerings 😌

liiisa_: Girl only you because how tf 🧐

↳ misshuntermc: I guess I just got it like that 🤷🏾‍♀️ ↳ talkthat_tara: she's not human confirmed 👍🏼

thing1_luke: WITCH!! 🫵🏼

↳ thing2_kieran: SEIZE HER !! 🫵🏼 ↳ misshuntermc: im gonna put spells on you while you sleep little ones 😙 ↳ thing2_kieran: 😰 ↳ thing1_luke: 😥

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skye.109: your skyscraper boyfriend loves you more

↳ misshuntermc: I’m gonna melt into oblivion 😍🫠

thing1_luke: Did you get shorter???

↳ thing2_kieran: her attitude must be causing her to shrink 🤣 ↳ misshuntermc: meet me in the weight room in 10 😙 ↳ thing2_kieran: Luke took my phone I didn’t even say that 😰 ↳ skye.109: have fun boys

talkthat_tara: let me borrow that hoodie

↳ misshuntermc: no you never give me my stuff back ↳ talkthat_tara: please 🥺 ↳ misshuntermc: No ♥️

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misshuntermc: Guys I think he likes me 😋

↳ skye.109: Am I that obvious? ↳ misshuntermc: just a little 😘

nene.nero: Bouquet bigger than MCs head and her head big af

↳ misshuntermc: ☹️ ↳ skye.109: Start running ↳ liiisa_: Nero remember that video from karaoke night? 🙂 ↳ nene.nero: You guys know I'm just joking ↳ talkthat_tara: EXPOSE HIM 🗣️🗣️

imjenna: A pretty girl getting pretty flowers 🤍

↳ misshuntermc: Jenna you're gonna make me blush 🤭

evollpoliceofficial_backup: It's giving Zade Meadows

↳ misshuntermc: Sylus I thought you blocked them 🤨 ↳ skye.109: they made a backup account ↳ thing2_kieran: FAN BEHAVIOR 🥱 ↳ thing1_luke: If y'all don't go find something safe to do 😒

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talkthat_tara: if he didn’t aggressively throw his phone out the window throw the whole man away 🚮

↳ misshuntermc: he did & he clocked Kieran in the forehead by accident ↳ liiisa_: he better have gripped you the way he grips that glock ↳ misshuntermc: 😏🤭🤭

thing1_luke: @/thing2_kieran still caught that phone tho 😤💪🏼

↳ misshuntermc: my boy seein stars now 😭 ↳ liiisa_: saved the phone but at what cost? ☠️

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skye.109: third wheeling my own girlfriend

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liiisa_ replied to public story: can you send me this photo? 😅🙏🏼

misshuntermc replied to public story: With the way you were on me the whole time trust me no one thought you were the third wheel 🙄

thing1_luke replied to public story: Should we get rid of this Lisa character? 🤨

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You & I ✨ Chapter Three

Lando Norris x Madeline Green (ofc)

Summary- Madeline Green’s life has always been intertwined with Lando Norris. An invisible string has always tied them together, but what if they were meant to be more than friends?

What happens when the universe flips their lives upside down? One moment, one line crossed, and they are forever connected by more than just an invisible string.

Warnings- Friends to lovers, growing up together, parent with cancer, loss of parent, pregnancy, angst and a whole lot of fluff.

Notes- This is where things really get going. They are literally my babies, I hope you enjoy. As always let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! -Skye x

Age 23

The gentle scent of champagne, lavender, and Lando’s countertop cleaner floated gracefully through the Monaco apartment.

“Stop fidgeting, I’m almost done with your eyeliner.” Pietra scolded Madeline, attempting to apply eyeliner to a moving target.

The two were in Lando’s large master bathroom, getting ready for a rooftop new years party in the principality.

Monaco may be small, but boy did it know how to party, and a night like tonight called for expensive champagne and top of the line DJs.

“Sorry, I wasn't expecting it to be so cold.” Madeline flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Perfect!” Pietra finally declared, admiring her handy work. “I’m going to put my dress on, you should do the same.” She gestured toward the short black dress hanging from the hook by Lando’s shower, before leaving the room.

Madeline had many talents.

Closing the zipper of a dress was apparently not one of them.

She had clearly underestimated how difficult it would be to zip herself into the stiff dress.

After ten minutes of frustrated tugging, attempting to maneuver the stubborn zipper up the expanse of her back, she sighed in defeat.

Opening the bathroom door she moved to find Pietra, hoping to enlist her friend to help.

Only to be met with a half dressed Lando.

Dress pants secured with a sleek black belt. His white button up shirt not quite secured. The fabric falling unbuttoned at his sides, exposing his broad chest and bare abs.

Madeline’s eyes scanned up and down his body, suddenly stunned by the sight before her.

Madeline quickly snapped herself out of her daze.

Why was she suddenly phased by him? She had seen him shirtless many times.

But something about this. Him half dressed in his room, her standing across from him dress half zipped.

It felt different, domestic almost.

A smile broke out on Lando’s face. “You look beautiful Mads." His words broke through the simmering silence.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Lan.”

A cool breeze on her bare back reminded her of what she had come out here for.

“Would you mind zipping me up?” She gestured to her back.

Lando tentatively nodded. Abandoning the buttons of his shirt, leaving his bare skin exposed to her.

Both a blessing and a curse.

Closing the distance between them in just a few easy steps. The air suddenly felt thicker.

Lando placed one delicate hand on the bare skin of her back, the other rising to tame the stubborn zipper.

She was hyperaware of the warm trail his fingertips left up her spine. Goosebumps bubbling in their wake.

“There, perfect.” His voice a soft whisper in her ear, when the zipper was successfully secured.

She turned to face him. Hands tingling with need, she reached to button his shirt.

Covering up the bare skin that had become such a distraction to her.

Loop repeat, loop repeat. The action eased her mind.

“Leave the top two open.” He requested, shooting her a cheeky grin.

“Oh scandalous, showing some chest for the ladies Norris?”

“Nah, just you.”

Just her.

Madeline paused for a split second.

“You two ready to go?” Max’s voice carried from the living room. Cutting through their privacy.

“Don’t want to keep him waiting. He gets grumpy when he doesn't get attention.” Lando laughed, leaning her out of his room.

“Sounds a lot like you.” She joked with a soft pat to his now clothed chest.

___

Violently bright strobe lights flashed across Madeleine's face. A flurry of color painting the night sky, as the deafening music vibrated the floor beneath her feet.

11:50pm.

The giant clock by the DJ stand read. It’s glowing numbers awaiting the countdown to 2023.

“Champaigne for the lady.” Lando reappeared at her side with two newly filled flutes of champagne.

“Why thank you kind sir.” She giggled. Madeline had lost count of how many alcoholic beverages had entered her body.

Somewhere between walking though the doors and losing Max and Pietra to the giant dance floor, she had become loose. Not quite drunk, but not fully in control of her body.

“Ready to conquer another year together?” Lando tapped his glass against hers, assessing the scene buzzing around them.

“Hmm” She pretended to ponder. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, I’m kinda stuck with you now.”

“Yes but you love it, you love me.” He nudged her playfully.

Of course she loved him, how could she not?

Standing there with messy curls and a few more loose buttons than he'd left the apartment with, he looked like Madeline’s everything.

“I do Lan, I do.”

“I’m proud of you, you know? In case I don’t tell you enough. I’m glad you’re having success with your job, you’ve worked so hard for it.” He closed the distance between them to brush a stray piece of hair away from her sweaty forehead. Tucking the golden lock behind her ear as if it always belonged there.

“But maybe take a few breaks to come see me race, yeah?”

“You know I would never miss it, Lan, I’m proud of you too.”

The two stood amidst the chaos of the party, but the only thing between them was soft silence. Gone was the unfamiliar tension from earlier in Lando's room.

This silence felt like home, full of years of understanding, and trust.

His gaze dropped to her lips, resting there a moment too long to mean nothing.

Madeline felt herself learn forward, as if being tugged by a gravitational force.

A loud cheer ripped through their bubble of peace, as the countdown to midnight began.

“Shall we go see where our tipsy friends ran off to.” Lando smiled sheepishly, momentarily finding the floor around his shoes very interesting.

"I’m not sure I want to know where those two ended up.” Madeline laughed, casually brushing off the tension that had reemerged between them.

Any embarrassment Madeline should have felt. Any overthinking about what had just transpired, was quelled by the alcohol running through her veins.

As they weaved through the crowd, hands intertwined as a protective precaution, Madeline felt a flustered heat enter her cheeks. Staining them red.

She told herself it was just the alcohol.

That was the only logical explanation, right?

___

The world passed by outside of Madeline’s office window. People going about their lives as she worked away at hers.

It was a small office, it could barely fit a desk, chair, and a small filing cabinet.

But it was an upgrade from the small cubicle she had as an intern, and it was hers. The small silver name plate on the edge of the desk proved it. “Madeline Green, Accountant” the thick block letters read.

The small office represented a dream she had worked half her life for.

While she spent an unhealthy amount of time confined to its four walls and kept several different migraine medications in her desk drawer, she wouldn't trade her job for anything.

She liked spending her days with a head full of numbers, knee deep in spreadsheets.

“Knock, Knock.” A familiar Portuguese voice drifted through the crack in her door. “I’ve brought your favorite, Thai takeaway.” Pietra announced.

“If you keep showing up at my job like this, my co-workers are going to think we’re married.” Madeline shoved a stack of miscellaneous papers into the filing cabinet. Attempting to clear space on her chaotic desk.

“Well who else is going to make sure you eat vegetables.”

“I’ll have you know, I had a vegetable this morning.” Madeline boasted, attempting to slam the jammed filing cabinet shut.

“A single piece of spinach you stole from Max while he was making a smoothie does not count.”

“Potata potato.” She waved off, before sincerely thanking her friend.

Madeline hadn't realized how hungry she was till she was staring at the cleaned out takeaway container in front of her.

“Have you talked to Lando recently?” Her friend questioned, setting down her own empty container.

“Yeah, just the basics. He’s coming back next week to do car launch prep with Mclaren.”

It had been a month since she’d seen him. A month since the new years party.

He had stayed in Monaco, while she went back to the UK for work, despite him begging her to stay longer. Madeline knew if she stayed one more day, she would be able to leave him.

“You miss him?” Pietra pestered with that all too familiar scheming grin on her face. The girl was obviously up to something.

“Whats with this sudden interest with Lando and I.” She fiddled with a pen on her desk. Frowning when it flew out of her fingers and bounced onto the floor.

“Oh nothing, just wondering if you two have finally woken up and realised."

“Realised what?” Madeline’s forehead creased.

“Max and I saw you two at the party. We’ve seen you over the past couple years.” She sighed as if trying to find the words to communicate to her friend what she had observed. “You may not see it but everyone else around you can.”

“Me and Lando?” She questioned, with shock. “Pietra I let it go the first time, but you gotta stop bringing it up.”

Her and Lando together?

No, just no.

Sure they had known each other their whole lives, and there was no person on this earth who knew her better than Lando, but that didn't mean they were meant to be together. Meant to be more than friends.

Pietra smiled, eyebrows raising in an unconvinced and amused look.

“Okay, okay.” Pietra raised her hands in mock surrender. “You know best, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Madeline however was unconvinced. “Why are you smiling then?” She asked, gesturing to the stupid grin on her friend's face.

“Oh don’t worry about it.” Pietra waved off with a laugh.

It was silly really, her friend was just being silly.

What was she talking about? What did she mean “You may not see it but everyone else around you can”?

Her and Lando were just friends. Best friends, but friends all the same.

___

Madeline adored night races, because Lando loved night races.

She smiled as she watched him prepare for qualifying with his trainer Jon. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Oh how she missed watching him do what he loved. He still had the same look on his face from all those years ago.

Only he was no longer at the karting track back in Bristol. He was with the best of the best in Formula One.

“Tell me the truth, how well did he stick to his training plan over the winter break.” Jon playfully asked, coming to stand by her side in the Mclaren hospitality.

“I would tell you the truth, but someone paid me very well to not to.” She smirked. “Is he ready?”

“Yeah he’s back in his driver's room, he asked me to come and get you. You’ve got about ten minutes till we need him in the car.”

She thanked him before moving to find her boy.

Upon reaching the plain white door she didn't even bother knocking. Knowing he was expecting her. “How do you feel champ?”

“Like the car is shit.”

“Well someone's feeling optimistic.”

“I keep thinking everything is going to magically fall into place. That it’s all going to click, but testing has passed, free practice sessions have passed, and it’s still not there for me." Lando paced the small length of his driver's room. Hands fidgeting at his sides.

“Lan, just pause for a second.” She reached out to stop the boy from his pacing. Pulling him into her arms.

His head found that sweet spot where her collarbone met her neck. The peaceful sent of his shampoo overwhelmed her, warm vanilla flooding her senses.

“The team already knows the car’s not off to a great start, that's not your fault. You just have to put it on the grid for tomorrow. Then we can get out of here, order room service and watch old Barbie movies. Okay?”

“Okay.” He sighed nuzzling deeper into her neck. “But if anyone ever finds out about the Barbie movies I’m telling them you forced me.”

“Deal.”

___

P17.

Lando had finished P17, which subsequently became last place after three DNFs.

One of which was his new teammate Oscar.

“There’s still time.” Her father patted her back in an attempt to reassure her. One that fell flat against her raging disappointment for the boy.

“They’ll use this data and update the car later in the season.” Adam agreed, trying to see the good in this situation. But all Madeline could think about was how Lando was probably ripping himself to shreds right now.

Lando exited the car in parc ferme, head hung low, helmet hiding his disappointment from the circling media as he went to get weighed.

“He thinks it's his fault, I know he does.” Madelie mumbled sadly from where she now sat in hospitality, waiting for Lando to finish the torture that was the media pen after a nightmare start to the season.

“That's what he has you for sweetheart. You always help him get out of his head.” Cisca replied, giving the girl a supportive nudge.

A few moments later Lando slumped into the hospitality suite. Still dressed in his fireproofs, race suit tied loosely around his waist, flanked by Adam and Jon.

She expected him to head straight to his driver room. Shutting everyone out to beat himself up in seclusion.

Instead the boy made a beeline to their table. Marching straight to Madeline like a man on a mission.

Placing a gentle but commanding hand on her arm, he prompted her to stand. Damp eyes meeting hers, begging her to follow.

So she did, she let him drag her away without a word of protest.

The boy proceeded to tug her along toward his driver room. Not stopping to say a single word to the other adults in the room.

Madeline turned back to glance at them as she was guided around the corner.

She caught their parents sharing a look. Not a lot of worry or anger, but a look of knowing.

Madeline was suddenly pulled back to her and Pietra's conversation a month prior.

She hadn't thought of it since. Filed it away in a cabinet of her brain labeled “silly things my friends say that don’t really mean anything.”

“You can’t tell me you haven't noticed a shift. Everyone around you has.” Her friend had said.

Was it true? Was there a shift? Could everyone around them see something deeper glowing between them?

Something just underneath the surface that her and Lando had buried under twenty three years of friendship?

___

Lando’s grip on her arm loosened as they arrived in his driver's room. Alone, protected from prying eyes.

Madeline’s full attention was zeroed in on him, and his tired eyes.

He still didn't speak. Just turned to begin changing out of his race suit.

Madeline let him.

She knew better than to make him talk, he would talk when he was ready.

All he needed from her now was presence. Someone to be with him, to quiet the thoughts flying through his head. She would be that for him, always.

Only when he was changed into papaya team kit and black shorts did he break his exhausted silence.

“I was terrible, I am terrible. I got last and I could barely get the car across the line. What a failure.” He mumbled in defeat. Curling up on the small leather couch, head between his knees as if trying to roll into a tight ball and forget all about this miserable day.

The boy in front of her was a far cry from the seven year old karting newbie who was electric every time he got near a go kart.

She closed the space between them, gathering the discouraged boy in her arms.

Holding him, providing as much comfort and support as possible.

Wishing she could take all his self doubt and carry it for him, so that he could see how amazing he really was.

She moved a hand to the back of his neck. Rubbing gentle circles around the tense muscles.

“Lando, listen to me.” She guided his face so that his forehead met hers.

The boy let out a small sigh, regaining his bearings.

“This is not your fault, you're not a bad driver because you had one bad day in a car your team let you down with. This is race one out of twenty three Lan, you have time.” She wished she could imprint the words into his brain, so he would never forget them.

“But what if it doesn't get better, what if I’m just a shitty driver.”

“Hey.” She pulled her face away from his so they could lock eyes. “Don’t talk about my best friend that way.”

Her scolding earned a small laugh from the boy.

Good, she thought.

She could work with that.

“Thank you for being here, even if I was shitty entertainment.” He said with the first genuine smile Madeline had seen from him all day.

“You're my favorite entertainment, always.” Her smile matched his.

There in his tiny driver room, the world outside moving with rapid chaos, Madeline felt everything stand still.

Everything stopped when it was just her and Lando. Sharing the same space, the same air.

In that silence Madeline allowed her mind to wander. “A shift” the words once again invaded her thoughts.

For the first time in her life Madeline took a step back and fully assessed her and Lando’s long history.

What her and Lando had was perfectly normal.

It was normal for friends to know each other's takeout orders by heart, care for the other when they’re sick, and celebrate each other's victories. Those were all normal things friends did.

Right?

Flashbacks of that New Years night in Lando’s apartment suddenly hit her. Their force rattling her brain.

Lando standing in his bedroom, half shirtless. His hand on her bare back as he zipped her dress. Tension cracking between them like lightning.

Did friends feel that? Did friends reach for each other's hands in crowded rooms? Did friends hold eye contact for just a moment too long? Did friends share beds when sleeping at each other’s place?

The answer hit her like a Formula One car flying down the main straight.

No.

No they didn't.

Madeline looked down at the boy in question. His head still secure in the crook of her neck. Light hums of contentment escaping him as her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck.

Friends didn't do this either, she supposed. It wasn't normal to crave her best friend like the air she breathed.

But what did that mean?

What was this deeper thing between her and Lando? How long had it been there?

Did he feel it too?

Madeline couldn't stand to think about what would happen if he didn't.

___

The lush green of the golf course stretched as far as Madeline’s squinting eyes could see.

With one hand leaning on the side of the golf cart and the other fiddling with what had to be her tenth golf ball of the day, Madeline was frustrated.

Very frustrated.

“I thought you said this was supposed to be fun.” She whined like a bored child.

“It is, I’m having a great time.” Lando smiled smugly. Of course he was, because he actually knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile Madeline was hitting the ball aimlessly and saying a prayer.

Unfortunately none of her prayers were answered.

Lando was back in the UK for work at MTC, so Madeline had suggested they do something fun to celebrate Lando’s first points of the season in Australia last weekend.

Golf was not Madeline’s first choice by a longshot, but it was what Lando wanted.

So here they were. Golf clubs in hand.

“You need to loosen up, come here I'll help you.” He gestured her toward him, to which she reluctantly obeyed. Feet shuffling on the grass toward him.

“Your problem is that you stand with your feet too far apart.” He nudged her leg with his own, prompting her to close the gap between her feet.

Madelie became suddenly aware of how close they were as he leaned down to whisper into her ear.

It felt oddly intimate, and only progressed as his hands found their way to her waist. Gently shifting her body so she was facing the red flag marking the next hole.

“Loosen up, your swing will be better if you’re relaxed.”

An odd fluttering erupted in her stomach, the vibrations of his words rattled around the walls of her brain.

His hands reached around her body to correct her grip on the club, skin lightly brushing over hers. His breath a heavy presence in her ears.

Madeline’s mind raced to put a word to the sensation in her stomach.

Butterflies?

Is that what this was? She was unsure, she had never felt them this intensely before.

Her spiraling was interrupted by Lando's firm hands sliding hers into the correct position on the club, before settling his large veiny hands overtop her smaller ones.

Madeline forgot how to breathe.

All she could feel was Lando. His hands on her, his breath on the back of her neck, his chest pressing against her back.

All her senses were overrun by him.

“Now tilt your body, and swing in line with where you want the ball to go.” He guided her club. Hands still secure over hers.

They swung, bodies moving in sync.

Her ball flew, a magnificent arch gliding in the proper direction for the first time all day.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them spoke, as if he was also scared to break this moment Madeline couldn't put a name to.

She allowed herself to lean ever so slightly back into his chest. Their hands still connected on the club.

Madeline bravely tilted her face up to look at him, only to find him already looking down at her.

Their lips dangerously close.

They were sharing the same air.

If either one of them moved they would merge as one.

A part of Madeline wanted that, wanted to know the feel of his lips, the taste. But a much more logical part of her yanked the reins away.

She rapidly stepped out of their embrace, golf club tumbling to the grass in the process.

The movement shocked both of them, their moment shattering like glass.

“So, shall we go find them?” She asked, plastering on her best unbothered smile. As if the past five minutes had never happened and they were just two normal friends out for a round of golf, because that's all they were.

Right?

“Oh, uh yeah.” The boy quickly snapped out of his daze.

But she caught it. Something she couldn't ignore, because she felt it too.

A momentary drop of his smile, and a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

___

Monaco.

One of the world's most glamorous places on a normal day, but during the Monaco Grand Prix weekend it became ten times that.

The streets were full of celebrities and royalty sorting their designer outfits, and cars.

An iconic weekend for an iconic sport.

Madeline and Pietra had spent weeks planning their outfits for the weekend.

Max, Pietra and Madeline had all made the journey to the principality, to stay with Lando and support him over the race weekend.

The sound of the sliding glass doors alerted Madeline to the warm presence joining her.

“You’ve seen that view so many times Mads. Yet you’re still staring.” Lando smoothly closed his balcony door, moving to where Madeline was sitting, wrapped in a fluffy blanket.

“It never gets old, especially at sunrise. I envy you Norris.”

The boy laughed as he reached to hand her a cup of coffee. No sugar, no milk, just “The hard stuff” as she always called it.

He knew her well.

“Well you're welcome to come over and look out my balcony anytime you want Mad’s.” He laughed, flopping into the seat next to her.

“I would but you snore.” She complained.

“Well you kick in your sleep.”

“Guess we’re even then.” Madeline laughed, taking a sip of her warm beverage.

Lando only had one guest bedroom, choosing to turn his other spare room into a simulator and video game room. A decision any filthy rich twenty something man would make.

Max and Pietra got the guest room, and while she had taken many comfortable naps on Lando’s couch, he refused to let her use it as her bed for the weekend.

Leaving them to share his large soft bed, but Madeline wasn't complaining.

It felt good to sleep next to him again. It reminded her of the many sleepovers they had.

Just two kids under glow in the dark stars with stuffed animals tucked under their arms.

“I feel points coming this weekend Lan, I know it.”

“I wish I was fighting for more than points. I know the team is working on the car, but I want to be at the fount. I want to be fighting for wins, I’m tired of waiting.” Lando ranted, gaze burning into the Monaco sunrise.

Madeline sighed. Turning away from the horizon to face the frustrated boy.

“Lando. You are a talented driver struggling to drive a difficult car. Your time will come, and it’s going to feel so special when it does. You’ll get that win, that world championship. I know it.”

Lando turned to meet her eyes. His hands unclenched at her words. “You really believe that?”

“I do, and who knows in a few years time we might be right here celebrating your Monaco win.”

“Don’t go giving me too much hope now.” The boy laughed. Breaking into a smile that reached his eyes. That beautiful smile Madeline treasured endlessly.

“Thats my job.” She said as warmth seeped into her bones, content and calm.

Telling herself the warmth filling her body was from the coffee and rising sun, not the boy sitting next to her.

___

“How do you even walk in these things?” Lando questioned, holding up the pair white strappy heels that Madeline was currently tearing the room apart in search for.

“It’s a small heel, and it’s called fashion.” Madeline defended. Snatching the shoes from Lando.

“You two ready to go?” Pietra popped her head into their shared room for the weekend.

“Really, you too.” Lando gestured to the even higher heels secured on Pietra’s feet. “You’re here to watch me, not walk in fashion week.”

“It's Manaco Lan.” Madeline playfully patted his shoulder. “Those are one in the same.”

___

Qualifying day in Monaco was in Madeline’s humble opinion, the most exciting day of the weekend.

It seemed like the fans eagerly lining the prestigious circuit agreed. Their excitement seeped through the walls of the Mclaren motor home.

“I’ll give you two a few minutes.” Jon moved toward the door, turning back to give Madeline a lighthearted smile. “Make sure he’s not late.”

“Easier said than done.” She laughed.

“How do you feel?” She turned to Lando after his trainer had left them alone. Just the two of them.

She could feel the pent up energy crackling in his bones. White hot electricity begging to be unleashed.

“Like if I fuck up right now my entire weekend is ruined.” His hands raked across his anxious face. “I just- I don't want to have to wait for the upgrades anymore.”

“Silverstone right?” She asked, recalling Lando telling her the team had been working hard to improve the car in any capacity.

Unfortunately the process had been slow. Slower than anyone would have liked.

“Until then, drive the car you have to the best of your ability. You don’t have to put it on pole, just in the points.” She said as if it was that simple. “Now let's get you out there.” She patted his back, pushing him toward the door.

Into the arms of the awaiting crowd, into the most important qualifying session of the season.

___

Lando had qualified P10 for the Monaco Grand Prix. While it was not his strongest session of the season, he had set himself up for points.

“With the rain tomorrow all he’ll have to do is stay out of the wall and he’ll walk away with points.” Max pointed out as they waltzed through the busy paddock, media swirling around them.

While Lando made his rounds in the media pen the three friends took time to soak up the sights and sounds of the race weekend.

“I’ve never seen so many Birkins in one place.” Pietra spoke in half amazement, half jealousy.

“The amount of wealth I’ve seen today makes me sick.” Madeline replied, her head on a swivel.

“You both talk as if you’re not guests of a literal F1 driver.” Max popped into their conversation.

“Hey, that doesn't mean we’re the ones with the wealth.” Madeline laughed, as they walked past a group of eager reporters.

Bodies parted like the red sea as a curly haired brunette came into view.

“Ahh there he is.” Max said as Lando reached them, sweaty and still dressed in his race suit.

“Decent set up for tomorrow." Max reassured the boy as the two friends met in a brief embrace. Lando moved down the line to give Pietra a short hug, before zeroing in on Madeline.

“Hopefully the rain just wipes everyone in front of me out.” Lando joked, wrapping her in a hug. His arms finding their home between her shoulders and the back of her head.

Her head found its resting place just below his chin.

Even with the post qualifying sweat he still smelled good.

“You’re going to do great.” She mumbled into his chest.

“I’ve got media to finish up and then debrief with the team. I was thinking takeout at the apartment after?” Lando asked the three of them, pulling away from the girl in his arms ever so slightly.

“Sounds great Mate.” Max replied, eyes still trained on the two friends.

“See you after.” Lando spoke directly to Madeline, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Preceding to casually disappear into the chaos of the paddock, as if he hadn't just rendered her speechless.

As if he hadn't just kissed her in the open view of hundreds of prying eyes.

“Uhh, what the hell was that?” She turned to find Max and Pietra staring at her in shock. Max’s jaw slightly unhinged.

“What was what?” Madeline asked, trying to play in cool. Trying to ignore the heat that had creeped into her cheeks, and violent rush of blood in her ears.

“No, no no. Don't play that with me.” Max wagged his finger at her like a disappointed father. “He just kissed you goodbye like a domestic husband going off to work. You can’t just play that off.”

“I don't know.” Madeline shrugged. Panicking now because she didn't know how to explain her feelings for Lando to herself, let alone her friends.

“You don’t know why the boy you’ve been pining over for twenty three years just kissed you.” Max asked exasperated.

“I have not been pining over him for years Max, don't be ridiculous. We’re just friends.” If she wasn't bright red earlier, she definitely was now.

“Right, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this Madeline, but he doesn't give me forehead kisses in public.”

“So you're saying he gives them to you in private? How scandalous." Madeleine joked in a desperate attempt to end this uncomfortable conversation.

Max rolled his eyes at her attempted diversion. “You know what I mean, and you can deny it all you want, but you can’t escape the fact that you and Lando don’t act like normal friends. Everyone can see it except for you two oblivious fools.”

There it was again. That same thing Pietra had told her back in the winter.

What was this thing growing roots between her and the boy she had spent her entire life with?

Why was she just now noticing it?

___

The four returned to Lando’s cozy, racing propaganda-filled apartment. The weekend chaos still buzzing on the moonlit streets below.

Empty takeout containers lay strewn across the kitchen, blankets rumpled on the couch.

The four had all retired to their rooms to get a good night's rest ahead of race day.

“Lan I can feel you overthinking from here." Madeline rolled over from where she was attempting to fall asleep. Her mind too busy recalling every quote on quote “moment” that Max and Pierta had referenced between them.

“You should be asleep.” His sleepy voice sounded from where he lay on his back, barely an arms length away from her.

One slight movement and they would be intertwined once more.

“I’m not the one who has to drive a race car tomorrow."

“Touche.”

“This feels oddly familiar.” She was brought back to the many sleepless conversations they shared over childhood sleepovers.

“All we need is some glow in the dark stars.” Lando responded.

Madeline’s hand moved, reaching further overtop the cool silk sheets, skimming the skin of Lando’s hand. Not being able to resist herself. Needing to feel him.

She moved to retract her hand, suddenly thinking better of her actions. Until his hand moved to cover hers. Encasing it against the cool silk sheets,

“You should really get on that.” She breathed, hand anchored by him.

They lay there, in the darkness, hands intertwined.

They were each other's clam tether amidst the quiet darkness.

Madeline wouldn't want it any other way.

Madeline’s hand still tingled with warmth when she woke. A large tan hand still softly wrapped around hers, as if they couldn't sleep without the anchor of each other.

Now standing on the covered balcony of the McLaren hospitality, watching the rain pour onto the streets of Monaco, Madeline was far away from the peace of Lando’s bedroom.

The downpour had occurred on lap fifty causing a flurry of pitsops in response.

Lando was holding strong. Set for points. All he had to do was bring the car home.

Madeline shifted nervously next to Pietra, tightly squeezing the poor girl's hand in her stressed state.

Three laps left.

Two laps.

One lap.

Max Verstappen might have his fourth race of the season, but Lando had clenched points once again.

Two points, but points all the same.

It was a win he desperately needed. Something to hold him over until Mclaren were able to apply the upgrades to his car.

“He’ll be pleased with that.” Pietra leaned into her ear, hands still tightly intertwined.

Madeline let out a heavy exhale as she watched Lando slow for the cooldown lap. The clouds above slowly making way for the bright sun to shine. “Yes he will.”

___

“Okay big decision incoming.” Madeline presented two dresses to a content Lando sprawled out on his bed.

In one hand was a flowy baby blue dress with dainty ruffles and in the other was a light pink, short, sparkly dress. “Which dress for tonight?”

“Oh, this is a big life changing decision. You can’t just spring this on a man.” Lando said with a sarcastic smile, lifting his head ever so slightly to access her options.

“Blue or pink Lando.” She laughed.

“Blue” he answered with total certainty. “It matches your eyes.”

“Well then Mr. color theory, that wasn't so hard was it.” She moved toward the bathroom to change. “Now iron your shirt, Lando, I’ve seen five year olds with neater dress shirts than that.”

She could feel his warm gaze on her back, watching her go.

It elicited a tingling in the base of her spine that followed her all the way to the privacy of his bathroom.

___

The sky was dark, the lights were bright, and the music was loud as the supper yacht glided through the Mediterranean Sea.

Madeline lost count of how many people were on the yacht. All she knew was that she could not take a single step without running into another sweaty body.

Monaco Grand Prix winner Max Verstappen himself had invited them to the lavish party, and clearly he did not know how to do things casually.

Champagne that was debatably worth more than her was being served by the bucketful, and the boat’s per capita income would surely raise a tax collector's eyebrows.

Madeline had also lost count of how many alcoholic beverages she’d consumed.

However it was enough that she was not as phased as she should have been when Fernando Alonso handed her a shot, saying it was “for celebratory purposes."

Stepping out of one of the yacht's many guest bathrooms, she began to feel the consequences of her actions. A queasy feeling developing in the pit her stomach.

A gentle but sweaty hand gasped her forearm as she exited.

She might be surrounded by unfamiliar faces, but she would always recognize this touch and its owner's slightly calloused but gentle hand.

“Why don’t we escape for a second.” Lando suggested with a smile, dragging her further below deck into one of the ship's spacious bedrooms.

“You sure Max is okay with us poking around his yacht.” She asked, stepping into the expansive room that looked like it belonged in a five star hotel.

“He’s too drunk to care, even if he did he wouldn't remember." Lando laughed in response.

“Well that's reassuring.” She cautiously observed the spacious room that contained a large bed and two chairs facing the room's large window.

Madeline stepped toward the window, only to be met with the dark ocean night.

She turned from the darkness to face Lando.

The room was dim.

The only light being cast from a small warm lamp in the corner. Its low light highlighting the hard lines of Lando’s face flawlessly.

He looked devastating.

Messy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, the white dress shirt a magnificent contrast against his sunkissed skin.

Suddenly it hit her that this was not the same Lando she played with in childhood gardens back in Bristol.

No.

That Lando was a boy, barely big enough to securely stay in a go kart.

This Lando in front of her was a man, and he was beautiful.

Not just in this moment.

He was beautiful when he stood proud on the podium, covered in champagne. He was beautiful when he smiled at her over facetime, thousands of miles away. He was beautiful when he made her coffee, exactly the way she liked it. He was beautiful this morning. Still asleep beside her, hand intertwined with hers. Holding on as if he couldn't sleep without her.

As if he never wanted to.

She took a step forward. Closing the distance between them.

His eyes locked onto hers, and she knew then that she never wanted to look anywhere else.

Hard, heavy eye contact linked them together. It was more intimate than anything she had ever experienced.

They weren't even touching, weren't even talking.

They didn't need to.

The silence held more than words ever could.

Madeline was so lost in his eyes that she hadn't realized he had stepped closer, bringing them face to face. Separated only by a small sliver of tension.

It hit her like a wave, hard and fast, crashing into her when she was least prepared.

Friends didn’t look at each other this way. Friends didn't share stolen moments in dark rooms.

Then came her final earth shattering epiphany.

She didn't want to be friends with Lando.

She didn't want him as a best friend, she wanted more. She wanted to wake up and drown in his eyes every day, never coming up for air.

She didn't know how long they stood there, toeing the line between almost and there.

It was Lando who broke their silence. “Madeline.” Her name a soft prayer against his lips. A hand reached up to cup her jaw. Caressing the sweaty skin of her face.

Madelie could no longer remember where she was, what she was doing, who she was before this moment. All she knew was the boy in front of her, with his hand on her cheek.

“Lando I-.” She didn't get a chance to complete her sentence before she was interrupted. By Lando’s lips on hers.

They were soft. Softer than she could have ever imagined they’d be.

The kiss was fierce, full of longing. Like they had both waited for this moment their entire lives.

She didn't want Lando as a best friend, she could see it clearly now. Not if this is what having him as more felt like.

She kissed him back fiercely.

Arms grabbing at each other as if afraid the universe would try to pull them apart.

They stayed there, intertwined, falling into each other.

The door flung open with an aggressive bang. Nearly breaking the door off its hinges.

The two flew apart, stumbling over each other in the process, Lando nearly falling face first on the floor. Madeline reached out to steady him.

“There you two are!” A very drunk Max Fewtrell screamed. Oblivious to what he had just interrupted.

Despite the distraction she couldn't pull her gaze from the boy she had been intertwined with just moments earlier.

She could still feel his lips on hers. She fought the urge to touch her lips, feel his impact.

“Come on, we're doing more shots upstairs, you can’t miss it.” The boy grabbed both of his friends' hands giving them no time to process or discuss what had just occurred.

___

Madeline awoke to pounding in her head. Violent, sharp pounding.

She hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

A groan escaped her.

Nuzzling her head deeper into the firm pillow below her head, she attempted to turn on her side. Only to find herself unable.

Something was holding her in place. Something firm was wrapped around her waist, a warm steady weight.

Her eyes opened in confusion. Only to close the moment they were assaulted with the bright Monaco sun shining through the open bedroom window.

She blinked. Gearing up to try again.

This time she was greeted with a bare tan chest, and the sight of a slightly stubbled jaw.

Madeline’s thoughts skidded to a halt.

She shot up, removing herself from the warm chest she had previously rested on, the hand on her waist falling away.

When she looked back at the man she had been intertwined with her breath hitched.

“What the hell.” His voice was muffled by sleep and confusion.

Lando.

Lando was lying there, sleepy, confused, shirtless, and looking as hungover as she felt.

She rapidly looked down at her own body.

Gone was her dress from the night before, replaced with one of Lando’s soft, worn, Quadrant t’shirts.

What had happened last night?

Then it came rushing back. Hitting her square in the forehead.

That room, the tension coiling between them, the kiss, his lips, his hands, Max barging in. It all became fuzzy after they went back up on the deck for shots.

How had they gotten back to Lando’s? DId anything else happen between them last night?

“Hey,” he moved to pull the girl back into him as if reading the panic and confusion on her face like a book. “You’re okay, probably hungover as hell but everything's okay.”

“Did, did we-” The girl stumbled over her words, head one heartbeat away from exploding.

“No,” Lando confirmed, bringing her head back to his chest, as he leaned against the headboard, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

The pounding in her head subsided at the feeling of being pressed into Lando.

“You remember the kiss right?”

“Yeah” she breathed.

Did he regret it? Was it just a drunk mistake? Did they just throw away twenty three years of friendship in one moment of drunk recklessness?

“Look we were drunk, we can forget about it if you want to.” She spoke, even though the words hurt on her lips.

She didn't want to forget about it, in fact she wanted to do it again.

“What? Hell no.” The boy responded as if she had just suggested that he trade his F1 car for a horse next race.

“If you regret it we can forget it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” She pulled away from his embrace, spiraling deeper and deeper into her doubts.

“We can just go back to being friends-” She was cut off again by Lando’s hands firmly placed on either side of her face bringing her lips to meet his once again.

It was every bit as beautiful as last night. Tongues tangled. Hands slipped underneath her shirt, exploring the sleep dazed skin of her lower back.

One of her hands moved to the base of his neck, meeting the soft curls there. Pulling him impossibly closer.

Her other hand was firm on his bicep, as if it was the only thing giving her life. It was impossible to tell where her body ended and his began.

He pulled away, forehead pressed against hers. His nose gently nudged hers. “Did it feel like I regretted that?”

Her brain faltered. “No.” She breathed in his air. “But I do regret all those shots.” She winced, unable to ignore the pulsing behind her skull anymore.

Lando laughed softly. “I’ll get you some water and something for your head. Then we’ll lay here and fend off the hangover together.”

Madeline didn't want anything more.

___

The sun had risen a little higher outside Lando’s bedroom window.

The pulsing in Madelin’s head eased ever so slightly, but her thoughts had not.

The two had resumed their position intertwined underneath the duvet, her head resting on his still bare chest. His hand running through her hair, lightly massaging the base of her skull.

Their friends were just down the hall, completely unaware of what their friends had done.

“We fly out tonight.” She spoke for the first time since laying her head back on his chest.

“I know” he responded, as if it was the worst news he had ever received.

“Lan, what do we do?” She worried, tilting her head toward his.

“Mad’s I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you, I’ll take anything you give me, just don’t pull away. I just want you.”

“Lando, I want you too. More than I have ever wanted anything, but what do we do?”

“We figure this out.” The hand in her hair gently moved to her cheekbone, the domestic touch soothing her mind. “Just you and me. This can be whatever you want it to be. We don’t have to tell anyone until we know ourselves. It’s always been you and me Mad’s, we can figure this out.”

“I want this Lando, but how? I’m going back to the UK, you're going to continue racing. How do we figure something out when we’re in different countries?”

“The same way we got here.” Lando’s voice softened under her gentle gaze. “Twenty three years and we’re still here. We can get through anything together.” He said, as if it was that simple.

Perhaps it was.

“You’re going to be sick of me.” She teased, smiling wide.

“Impossible.” He kissed her temple. At that moment it was just the two of them against the world. “Absolutely Impossible.”

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Animator SAD-ist, best known for her DSMP animations such as Hog Hunt, and their admin JayGrahamsNS, have been involved in exposing minors to NSFW content for over 3 years. This was brought to people's attention by former admin zennip.ede, who was directly affected, and admin Skye.

Edit 30 Nov 2024: SAD-ist and JayGrahamNS have also made a response.

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pagelets · 8 months ago

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Collide- P.S

Synopsis: in which Park Sunghoon falls for his maknae’s girlfriend.

DISCLAIMER: nsfw, contains smut!!

Inspired by:

Fever by Enhypen & Collide by Justine Skye

우정에 대한 이야기 (A story about friendship)

Sunghoon couldn't remember the last time he hated himself as much as he did now. In fact, he could, it was during his figure skating era and he hated himself each time he made a mistake and fell instead of completing the movement correctly. Or when he was a trainee and he messed up something even after repeating over and over again. But those things, they were nothing compared to how much of a piece of shit he thought he was at that moment. Sitting at a bar stool, champagne glass in one hand, watching Ni-ki cuddle with his not- that- secret-anymore girlfriend. Ni-ki stopped to hide when Jake walked into the maknae’s room and saw what he described as ‘there is a girl on top of our Ni-ki’. A girl that Sunghoon couldn’t stop thinking about for the past 16 months.

They were in the middle of the Sound of Prada, Ni-ki was sitting on a bench and she stood up in front of him, his hands were holding her hips and the both of them were exhaling the rotten essence of love. Ugh, disgusting. But if it was so disgusting, why was he wishing he was his maknae? Damn. He huffed and started to trip into his own thoughts, reminiscing the first time they met. He was with Ni-ki, in fact, and for what he could tell, they fell in love almost instantly:

Flashback:

“Hey, Ni-ki” Sughoon said casually while standing at the Japanese man’s door frame. He knew Ni-ki couldn’t hear him, cause he had his headset on and he was playing some game on his PS5, but even so he repeated “Ni-ki”. Still, no response. So as the very patient man Park Sughoon is, he sighed and walked into the bedroom, pushing the headset down on the maknae’s head. He paused the game immediately and turned around, ready to offend the asshole who had done that, but then he remembered he lived with 3 older men, so he wasn’t very allowed to call any of them an asshole, even though they were sometimes. “Hoon… what’s up bro?” “I’m going to a recital, do you want to join me?” “What kind of recital?” “A music recital” “Like an orchestra?” Sunghoon nodded “Yeah, it sounds sick. Let me change clothes and we can go” “Ok. Lemme know when you’re ready” “What about you? Are you going like that?” the Korean man chuckled, sarcastically “Heck no, Ni-ki. Heck no”. Half an hour later, the both of them looked like they had come out of a MIB movie.They had full black suits and they exhaled hotness. Cause that’s what they were. Fucking hot. And they were completely aware of that. On they way there, Ni-ki asked “Hyung, why are we going to a music recital?” “Because…” he gulped “... I like music?” Niki arrowed his eyes and thought for a second, ignoring Sughoon hesitance to answer him, then he nodded in acknowledge “Hun, that's right, isn't it?” Sunghoon nodded “Yeah”. But the truth was, Sunghoon had attended that same recital for the first time 4 nights before that one, thanks to Jay, who invited him. Then the night after with Heeseung and Jungwoon, and the night after with Sunoo and Jake, and now for the 4th night with Ni-ki. And for as much as he actually enjoyed the music, that wasn't the reason why he attended the event once again. On that first night, in the middle of the crowd, he found a red spot. A lady, wearing a velvet red dress, which showed her clavicles and shoulder, exposed her white silk skin. She had her hair tied up on a classy bun and wore fine jewelry. She was like the lost princess the ice prince had been looking for all those years. But she was more like a fire princess, wearing red, making him burn inside. He had to see her again. He had to see her face, not only her side profile. He had to know her name, hold her hand, listen to the sound of her voice, know what her favorite movie and meal were. He had to. But how? The only solution he found was to come back and maybe, just maybe run into her again. Ni-ki knew Sunghoon had invited the other hyungs to that same recital for 3 days in a row. But none of them could tell why. Ni-ki bet with the other 5, that Sunghoon had a crush on a musician. Jay opined that Sunghoon was being just emotional about the music but he couldn't admit it. So, there was Ni-ki, trying to find out why Hoon was so obsessed with that recital and win the bet.

Sunghoon looked around the whole time. The symphony filled his ears, he already knew it from back to front. Ni-ki, fortunately, was so absorbed into the music that he didn't notice Hoon’s dispersal. He was already tired, while he was getting ready earlier he decided that after that night he wasn't going to look out for her anymore. ‘If it was meant, it was going to happen tonight.’ he told himself while he looked at himself in the mirror. Now sitting in that auditorium, listening to the same symphony for the 4th time in a role, he was already willing to give up. But then, he saw her. The beautiful fire princess. Now, wearing a white silk dress, with pearls on her neck and ears, like a snow princess. Oh, how much he wanted to take that dress from her, to slip ear till he swallowed the damn pearl… It was his chance, he needed to talk to her, get her name, or number, or social media or address, anything. He needed her. So for the rest of the recital he didn't take his eyes from her, he couldn't let her slip away again. And after everyone stood up and finished the ovation, and her body started to move along with the crowd reaching for the exit, Sunghoon just followed her, noticing a little after that had lost his friend Ni-ki but he didn't have time for it, he just tried to follow along the crowd to meet his beloved. And as the spell turned against the wizard, he had lost her when we quickly turned to apologize to an old lady for stepping on her feet.

She didn't get too far for him, she just went to the bathroom. When she was walking out of the bathroom and a lot of people were still heading to the front door, she tried to follow along again, but a very rude couple pushed her against the wall and she tripped on her stiletto shoes, twisting her ankle. “Auch!” She tried to get away from the wall and walk outside so she could find her group of friends and get some help, but her ankle was still fragile and at the moment she took her hand out of the wall, she knew she was going to fall. And she would have had it if it wasn't the pair of big hands that held her. She felt like she could bury her head into a hole cause of the embarrassment but she turned back to at least thank her savior. “Oh my God, that's so embarrassing…” she looked at his face and nothing else mattered. He was so handsome, and gentle, he was holding her with such a soft touch, then his smile, she caught herself holding her breath like she would die if he let her go. Their eyes were locked like if they weren’t the world would end right there. “Hey… I’m Ni-ki” she smiled “Hi, Ni-ki. It’s a pleasure to meet you” “Pleasure is all mine. Let's find somewhere so you can sit”. He guided her, helping her to find a bench so he could rest her ankle, then he let her go. He squatted next to her to help her take the shoe off and watched her while she massaged her own ankle.“Thank you” “I saw what they did to you, not cool” “People are very rude nowadays, right?” ‘Yes” they kept silent for a few seconds.“Did you enjoy the recital?” she said “Yes! It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard… I mean, it was until I heard your voice” she blushed, then looked at her feet and giggled “Thank you. You’ve a beautiful voice too. Very strong, very deep, very…”

she looked down to lock eyes with him again and it felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore again “... beautiful. Just as you are” she said with the oxygen left in her lungs. Now it was time for him to blush “The most beautiful girl I ever see is calling me beautiful, I think I did right not staying at home tonight” she smiled “I think we both did”. They kept in silence, like two shy kids, then Sunghoon, who was confusingly watching the scene from some distance, approached them and cleaned his throat to catch their attention “Oh, hi!” Ni-ki stood up and turned to her “Hum… this is my hyung, Sunghoon” she stretched her hand to him “Nice to meet you. Are you brothers or just friends?” “You don’t…” she blinked “You don’t know…” Ni-ki poked his hyung arm “Yes! We are friends” “Oh, alright! You look younger than Ni-ki, so I thought you were” “We have almost the same height…” “Yeah, but he looks more mature, you know?” his lips parted, she was right but he didn’t know what to say anymore. Her started to beep, she looked at it knowing it was time for for to leave them “My friends are looking for me, I must go now, but it was nice to meet you Ni-ki” their eyes locked again “...and Sughoon, of course” “Can I… can I ask you something crazy?” “Yes! Whatever it’s, the answer is yes”

“Really?” he smirked “Really” “What if I asked you to marry in Vegas?” “I’m down for it” they laughed “Actually, I was just going to ask for your number if that’s ok. But, yeah, Vegas is nice too” she bit her bottom lip and asked for his phone with innocent eyes, which he gave to her at light speed. “There it is. Use it with responsibility” “I will. Thank you” he bowed lightly “Good night, Ni-ki. Thanks again for your help” she bowed as well “It was nothing. Good night” “Bye bye, Sunghoon” she said, already stepping away from them “Bye…”.

Later that night, in the car back to the dorm Ni-ki could swear life was pink. He turned to Sunghoon and confessed “Bro, guess I met the girl of my dreams tonight” Ni-ki said, leaning his head on the car’s window. ‘Heck nah. The girl of my dreams, you meant’, Hoon thought. “Really?” he said with an uninterested air “Yes, she’s my destiny” Sunghoon rolled his eyes, and silently leaned his head on the window too. What the fuck happened with his plan?

Present time:

Fuck! He hated it so much! He didn’t know if he hated himself more for letting her slip away or for talking about Ni-ki’s height when he had the chance to talk to her. If he could go back in time, he would never have invited Ni-ki to that recital, he would have invited Heesung instead, he would never do what Ni-ki did… Or would? Actually, he would go all by himself like he usually did and, when he got to meet her, and make her fall in love with him, he would never let his mates breathe the same air she did. He loved them, of course, but at the end of the day they all were men and men like to stare at and flirt with pretty and nice and perfect girls like her. He should have predicted that. After that damn recital, it didn’t take much more than a month for them to start dating. It had been 14 months already and since then, she was everywhere. He asked the universe for her back then but now he was begging for it to take her off his life at least if she still was with Ni-ki.

He wandered for a few minutes, lost in his own thoughts and when he came back to reality, he saw her walking in his direction. She had some kind of magnetic aura coming out from her, she was walking only and even so he couldn't take his eyes from her figure or keep his jaw in place. She had that power over him “Good night, Hoonie” and yes, she called him Hoonie and yes, he let her “Night” he looked away from her, then sipped his drink “Where is the boyfriend?” “He went to look out for his Jay hyung’” “And you didn't want to join him?” “No” “Thought you liked Jay” “I do. But I wanted to talk to you” “What have I done?” “Nothing, bro. We're friends, did you forget that?”. Since she was with Ni-ki almost all his free time, she was with him almost all his free time as well, which caused them to grow close too “I did not…” he said in a low tone “How are you? You are stuck in this corner almost all night. You and your champagne glass” “She is my companion tonight” she laughed “I’m fine. Just needed to be alone for a bit” “Do you want me to leave?” “No!” he held her wrist lightly “Please, don't” she smiled “Ok, I stay” “You know…” she turned to him “Hum?” “I have been feeling kinda lonely lately” “You!?” He nodded “What if you tried to find a girlfriend? Or boyfriend, I don't know” “Girlfriend. And no, thank you” “Why not!? You're handsome and funny and gentle, you wouldn't have trouble finding one” “I’m an anti romantic. You know” “Yeah, but I don't actually believe in that bullshit” “Why not?” “I see how you look at me and Ni-ki” “How do I look at you and Ni-ki?” “Like you wanted the same” he chuckled, she was right, he did want the same. The same girl. “You know what? I think you are right” “See?? I can help you find a girlfriend if you want to” “Really?” “Absolutely” “So if I describe the girl I want, can you find her for me?” “I can try”. He sipped his drink again, thinking how much ironic and funny it was “Ok, check it out” she grinned, excited like a child “Alright, let's go” “She has to be a brunette” she nodded

“Her hair must be wavy, almost curly” “Alright” “Her skin must be pale as snow, and she has to be shorter than me” “How short?” he indicated the line right under his chin “Like here short” it was the same height as hers without heels “Ok, what else?” “She has to dress well, like in a way that exhales her femininity” “And about her personality?” “A girl who loves her job and works very hard and passionate for it. Plus she must be gentle, and carrying, and, of course, has to love me. She also needs to let me take care of her, because that's everything I’m going to do for the rest of my life being by her side” she blinked “Wow! That was deep” she took a deep breath, Sunghoon has this power to be hypnotizing “Imagine if you weren't an anti romantic” “You’d be dead on the floor right now” she chuckled “I know. But you have a good taste for girls. Almost like you were describing myself” ‘I was describing you’ he thought. “I want a charming girl, it's not my fault that you are very charming” she smiled “Thanks, Hoonie. I will keep my eyes open” “Yeah, me too”. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand “Come on!” And started to pull him to the dance floor “Where are we going?” “We are going to dance” “But what about my companion?” “I will be your companion for the rest of the night now” she didn't know the power her words had on him “ok” he muttered “And leave the champagne” he laughed, wanting to tell her that he didn’t need anyone or anything else if she was with him.

…

A month later:

Sunghoon had woken up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but when he was going back to his room, he heard the sound of something breaking coming from Ni-ki’s room. The door was half opened and Hoon couldn’t help but take a look to see if his roommate was ok. When he took a step back and looked inside he saw a lamp on the floor and… a drunk Ni-ki? “The fuck…” he muttered before pushing the door open “Ni-ki, are you good?”. The japanese man was sitting on his bed, fiddling with his commitment ring on his ring finger, looking down at his cell phone on the floor next to his feet. When he heard Hoon’s voice, he looked up and the hyung could see tears on his face. Even so, he smiled, probably due to the alcohol “‘Sup, Hoon?” Sunghoon didn’t think twice before stepping into the room “Are you crying!? Did you get hurt!?” Ni-ki nodded “Lemme see your hands” he grabbed Ni-ki’s hands and inspected them, searching for cuts from the broken lamp, but he couldn’t find any “But…” “Here” Ni-ki placed his left hand on his chest “I got hurt in here” “How… Did you get into a fight!?” Ni-ki nodded again “Take off your shirt, then!” he was clearly preoccupied with the younger one and he couldn’t be more confused when Ni-ki didn’t move a single muscle except for his lips, then chuckled with bitterness in his act “You’re not getting that, are you?” “I… Just tell me what the heck is going on!” Sunghoon bursted in anxiety. Ni-ki looked up, slowly, and Hoon could see the pain in his eyes “We broke up”, then his voice got weak, and he succumbed to tears again, burying his face on Sughoon’s belly. He let his hand meet Ni-ki’s head and caressed it, softly “I… I’m sorry”. The Korean man was in shock, how could the thing he wanted the most to be the one breaking his heart in a million pieces? Seeing his friend in that state was heartbreaking, he knew that if Ni-ki wasn’t drunk, and he definitely was, Sunghoon could smell it, he would never let anyone see him like that. Which only made Hoon feel even dirtier, Ni-ki was there being vulnerable and even so, a bit of happiness lighted up into Sughoon’s core and he knew the hate he felt for himself couldn’t be bigger. “Let it all out, mate. Let it all out”, he said to the maknae. When Ni-ki calmed down and fell asleep, Hoon came back to his bedroom but he couldn’t sleep at all, he asked for that, he asked for her to be taken out of Ni-ki's life and now he was happy that she was single?! No. That was enough. He was going to forget about her. He needed to forget about her.

…

4 months later:

Jay felt like a boyfriend. A boyfriend who is sick of waiting for his girlfriend to visit all the shopping mall’s stores “Sunghoon! I have been here for 2 hours already! Will you try all the clothes in the store!?” the other man stepped out of the changing room “You can't rush perfection, you know?” Jay rolled his eyes “I’m leaving you” “Come on! Just 30 minutes more. Go get you an ice cream” he took a card from his wallet “It’s on me” Jay looked at the card in between Sunghoon’s fingers and grabbed it “30 minutes only” “Ok. See you” “See you” Jay said, already walking away from the department store. Sunghoon looked at himself in the mirror once more before getting into the changing room again when he saw a girl in the mirror’s reflection “Is that…” he looked in the girl’s direction “Fire princess”. During the 4 months since the break up, Sunghoon focused on making Ni-ki happy and healed, it was all that mattered and they made great progress. All of them. Ni-ki was feeling less sad lately, 2 months ago he heard from Heeseung that she was trying to move on with her life as well and Sunghoon, well, he stopped thinking about her. Till now, when her frame was mere centimeters from him. He got so shocked, he couldn’t take his eyes from her, which was a bad thing cause she felt observed and looked into her stalker’s direction, crossing gazes with him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Maybe she will just ignore him, he and Ni-ki and the whole enhypen were past for her, right? Wrong. Cause she lipped smiled to him and waved, lightly. He waved back. weirdly, mouthing her a “hey”, and in another moment she was walking in his direction “Sunghoon… hi” she said, her melodic voice filled his ears once again, damn it have been so long “Hi… how… have you been?” “I’m good! I mean, I am feeling better each day, little by little” “That’s good news”

“Yeah. How about you?” “I’m fine. Ni-ki’s fine too” why are you talking about Ni-ki, Park Sunghoon? Why? She didn’t ask about him, she asked about you, he thought. “Oh! It’s good to know. I wish him the best” “And he wishes the best to you” she smiled, politely “I miss you” “Me?!” “Yes. I got used to having you around” “Let’s do something, then” “Yeah, let’s do it! Wanna catch up on a movie?” “Sure! When?” “What about tomorrow night? Or are you busy?” “I… No! I’m not. Let’s do this” “Alright” “Text me later?” “Sure” “Ok. See you tomorrow, then” “See you” she smiled and walked away. He watched her leave and when she was far enough, he let out the air he didn’t know he was holding. He was going to need to lie to Ni-ki.

…

Half an hour later Sunghoon and Jay were walking back to the dorm with snow cones in one hand and bags in the other. “Jay” “Yeah” “Can I confide in you something?” “Sure” “But you can’t tell anyone about it” “I know what confidence is” “But you must keep it from the guy too” “Ok…” “I ran into Ni-ki’s ex today” “Really? How is she?” “Good. We…” “You what?” “Are going out tomorrow night” “Like on a date?!” “No! As friends” “What’s the big deal with that?” “Don’t you remember what happened when Ni-ki found out that Heeseung went to Blackpink’s concert with her 2 months ago?” Ni-ki got very angry and tried to punch Heeseung on the face multiple times:

Flashback:

When Heeseung walked into the dorm door was already past 2am. He was slightly high for the beers he drank and for the adrenaline pumping in his veins. He was trying hos best to not wake anyone but Ni-ki, Ni-ki was awake already, waiting for his hyung to give him some explanations “Ni-ki! You scared me, bro” the younger kept silent “What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” “Sneaking in without letting anyone know?” “Seems you failed already” Hee chuckled “I agree. You should get some sleep tho” “I will as soon as you help me to understand” “Understand what?” “Why is she posting pictures with you on her instagram?” “Oh! You know…” “Didn't it occur to you that I will see the pictures?” “I didn't think about that…” “Well, now you explain yourself, yeah?” Hee was already irritated with his arrogance “I’m your hyung, I don't need to explain myself to you” Ni-ki chuckled, bitter and walked closer to Heeseung “We're talking about my girlfriend” “Ex girlfriend” why on Earth would you say something like that Lee Heeseung? Why? he asked himself. Ni-ki closed his hands, his jaw tensed and without thinking too much, Ni-ki’s fist tried to hit Heeseung’s left cheek. Luckily, Hee’s reflexes were good and he squatted almost instantly “Ni-ki! What are you doing?!” “Just because she is my ex-girlfriend that means you can have her now?” “What?! No! We're friends!” “Friends my ass” the japanese’s fist flew over Heeseung's head again, this time the older man had to bend to the left “Ni-ki! Stop trying to hit me!” “Stay away from her” another failed hit “Jay! Sunghoon!” Heeseung called them cause or he asked for help or he would have to knock Ni-ki down and he really didn’t want to do that. The 2 friends went out of their rooms like a flash and the first thing they came across was their hyung trying to dodge from a possessed Ni-ki but getting stuck in the corner of the room. Sunghoon wrapped his arms around Ni-ki’s waist and Jay stood in front of the maknae, blocking his way to Heeseung “Ni-ki, stop!” Hoon said using all his strength to stop his friend “Let me go!” “No!” “Let me go or you will be the next!” he threatened Hoon “Not happening”

“What’s going on here?” Jay asked, still protecting Heeseung’s shrunken body on the floor. “He’s going out with my girlfriend!” “You what?!” Jay and Sunghoon said in unison, looking at the older man “She invited me to go to Blackpink’s concert AS FRIENDS!” “I don’t fucking swallow your bullshit” they looked at Ni-ki again, eyes widened “Don’t talk like that to him, he is our hyung” Sunghoon remembered, tightening the grip on Ni-ki’s waist and cementing his feet on he floor “Hold on! You said girlfriend, does that mean you guys are back together?” Jay asked, hopeful. At that moment Sunghoon felt Ni-ki’s strength and effort getting weak. “Come on, Sunghoon….” Ni-ki said, avoiding Jay’s question “... let me go” his voice disappeared and the tears started to roll down his face. Sunghoon unwrapped his arm from Ni-ki’s waist and pulled him for a hug “Come here”. Jay helped Heeseung to stand up “Are you ok, man?” “Yeah”, then they joined the hug. When Ni-ki calmed down he turned to his hyungs and bowed “I’m so sorry guys. Especially to you, Heesehung hyung. I’m so sorry, I just miss her so much” “It’s ok, Ni-ki. Let’s just forgive and forget” he squeezed the younger’s shoulder “Ok” “Now shall we all get some sleep, yeah?” “Yeah” the other 3 agreed with their hyung and each of them went to their room.

…

Back to present time:

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s better to keep it a secret” Sunghoon agreed with Jay “I don’t agree with that but I don’t see another option. I mean, Ni-ki was the one who she broke up with, not me, or Heeseung or Jake or you, you know what I mean?” “I see. But I don’t think Ni-ki is a bad person, he is just still grieving, you know?” “I think so” “But, hey, I got your back. Go see your friend in peace. Just don't fucking post any pictures” “Thanks, Jongseong” Jay tapped Hoon’s shoulder, then squeezed it lightly “Those snow cones are actually very good, aren't they?” Sunghoon nodded “Yeah. My tongue is blue, tho” Jay laughed and they engaged into a completely random conversation.

…

The night after:

The movie night was good. Even though Sunghoon couldn’t pay much attention to it cause he was busy reminding why he fell in love with that girl for the first time. She was simply stunning. Her hair was light brown, and wavy, her skin was pale as snow, her eyes were wide like cherry pie, instead of an iris, she had hazel and golden circles. She had a mole under her left eye, and she smelled like vanilla and expensive champagne. Her western accent was the cutest thing he ever heard. And as much as he tried, for an hour only though, he simply couldn’t be only friends with her. He needed more. It was late at night and he offered to walk her back to her place, she was talking about her university, she was an exchange music student in Seoul but he just couldn’t pay attention. She took him out of his trance when she asked him about the guys “They are good. They miss you” she smiled “I miss them too. I talked to Heeseung for the last time 2 months ago, but never again” “He… have been busy” Sunghoon lied “I know about the incident” “Right…” he cleaned his throat “I don’t want to put you in trouble, so I was going to turn your offer down but… I decided to not let the past ruin my present, you know?” she confessed “Yeah. I’m glad we did it tonight” they stopped in front of her building “Yeah, me too” they kept staring at each other “I wish it didn’t have to end” she slipped “Really?” “I don’t. Cause I don’t know when I will see you again, if we see again” “Wanna go for some drinks now?” “Don’t you rather come in and have drinks here? We can play PS as well. I know you don’t want to be seen with me” “It's no like that. I’m just trying to avoid becoming the new Heeseung” “Yeah, yeah, I got you. So…” she said, impatiently “Which drinks are we having?” “Anything you want to. We can buy it at the convenience store” she pointed to the store across the street. He offered his arm to her and she tangled on it like a child.

A few minutes later they came back to her apartment with Corona beers, green apple soju, gummy bears and some coconut water, for the hangover. They spent the rest of the night playing, laughing and drinking. They probably had way too much soju, cause when they turned the videogame off around 3 am and laid on the floor shoulder to shoulder to watch the moon, Sughoon’s tongue loosened a lot. “Why the heck you and Ni-ki broke up?” “Hum?” “I mean, all that effort for ending like that? It must have been a good reason” “We… argued” “So what? I argued with my sister my whole life, did we stop being siblings? No” “It’s not the same thing” “So how was it?” “It was not the first time we argued over…” she paused “Over what?” “He wanted us to move together” “And you didn't?” “I… well, I did” “I don't get it” “It wasn't going to be good for him. People would criticize and send him hate. I couldn't let it happen so I said to him I didn't want to. So, we argued over it for the thousandth time and I said I couldn’t take it anymore” “Are you stupid or what?” “Sunghoon!” “Fuck the criticism you were in love with each other, wasn’t that reason enough to you?” “People already hated Ni-ki because he likes to tease you guys, imagine for him to have a girlfriend and then leaving the dorm to live with a western”. Sunghoon huffed, “Aish! All that fucking effort over nothing”

“What effort are you talking about?” “To turn my life into hell” “The fuck you are talking about?” “I went to that recital 4 times in a row” “What?” “The recital we met you” “What about it?” “I went 4 nights in a row, hoping I would see you again. And I did. But when I finally could talk to you, Ni-ki was there already, and the both of you were falling in love” she sat up “Why were you looking for me?” “You were my fire princess cause I am the ice prince and you were wearing a red dress the first time I saw you. But you and Ni-ki met before you and me” “There's no way you are being serious about it” “Well, I am! I even described you when you were trying to get me a girlfriend!”. She parted her lips, trying to mumble something, but nothing really went out of her mouth. “Look, forget what I said, I am just…” but before he could finish the phrase she bent down and kissed his lips “...high” but was he that high? He didn't care. He sat up, grabbed her waist and gently pinned her down on the floor to get his body hovering over her, then deepened the kiss. Her hands went to his hair, pulling it as a response to the electricity he was giving to her through the kiss. Sunghoon’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her blouse up, earning a moan from the cold touch of the Korean's hand sliding up her belly, touching her covered boob. “Hoonie, take it off” she muttered, he stopped kissing her, and widened his eyes “The hand?” “No! The shirt”

“Oh! Ok. Lemme know if you're uncomfortable” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, now shut up” then she pulled him to glue their lips again. Hoon ripped the blouse off her then made her sit to straddle his lap, pulling her hips down to collide with his hips. She whined as she felt his bulge under his pants and underwear, lightly grinding on him, to get some friction. She was desperate for friction, she didn't sleep with anyone for 4 months and 17 days. That was surreal for Hoon, even a small whine from her was freaking surreal for him, to be very honest he never thought she and Ni-ki were going to break up, so sleeping with her was never a possibility, only in his dreams. But back to reality, he ran his hands up to unclip her bra and free her perfectly shaped and soft boobs, squeezing one with his left hand and sucking the right one, earning another moan from her. She gripped on his hair and cursed “Fuck” “Do you like it?” he asked in a low, sexy tone “Yes” she muttered “Would you like more?” “Yes, please” he smirked, laying her down on the floor again, and worked to take her blue ripped jeans off along with her panties. Then, he opened her legs, to put his head in between her thighs. Oh, he dreamed of being crushed by them so many times. Sunghoon smirked at the thrust movement of her hip “Chill out, babygirl” he teased, then merciless, licked from her entrance to her clit and stood there, sucking, licking, bitting for a few minutes, each of these minutes were filled with a delicious moan from her, till Hoon felt she tightening up, she was close to cum. So he stopped, he needed her to cum around him. “Why did you stop?” she whined “Need you around me now” she smirked “Take your clothes off, then” “I will…” he climbed her body till his lips met her neck , leaving a wet kiss on it “...in a minute” she hummed “... but let me know first…” he moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “...how do you like it the most?” “All 4” she blushed “Are you blushing?” “Just shut up and get naked!” he laughed, he definitely didn’t expect to listen to it, like never “Ok”. Hoon stood up and ripped off his shirt, then pants and underwear, never breaking eye contact with her. He also grabbed a condom from his wallet, he didn’t want things to get even messier than already was. After wrapping his dick, he hovered his body over her again and whispered in her ear “Hands and knees, angel”, she smirked and obeyed. Soon he was aligned with her entrance “Are you ready for me?” “Yes, God, yes” she begged, and he gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. As Hoon entered her, the 2 of them let a long, low, moan out. It was the only low sound for the rest of the act cause from that point on, her moans and his groans got louder with each thrust of Sunghoon. The sound of skin colliding against the other made them even more turned on, they were going to reach their orgasms soon, he could tell. But, then, she said something that fucked up everything “Damn! It feels so good, Nik”. She said Nik. Nik. Not only Ni-ki’s name but her intimate nickname for him. Instantly, Hoon rushed his pace to cum even more soon, he just wanted to get over with that. “Hoonie…” she moaned but he pushed her head against the fluffy carpet to muff her voice, it was too late to call out the right guy. When he did cum, he got out of her and rushed his way to the bathroom to discard the condom “Hoonie!” but he ignored her “Hold on, Hoon!” she sat on the floor, wrapping the blanket she had on the couch around her body. When he came back to the room, he started to dress up, still ignoring her “Hoon?” he hummed “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “Oh, you didn’t mean it? Good! That makes me feel good again” he exploded in sarcasm “You don’t have to be rude” “I think I have this right at the moment” “No, you don’t” “You just called me Ni-ki!” “I’m just used to having sex with him!” “No, cut that shit! It didn’t happen cause of a habit, it happened cause you were clearly thinking about him. Weren’t you?” she couldn’t say anything.

Anything would denounce that Hoon was right and she would feel even more horrible for kissing Sunghoon, having sex with him and calling him Ni-ki. Some tears bloomed in her eyes and all her weak voice could say was “Hoonie… I’m so so sorry”. He chuckled sarcastically, then finished unbuttoning his pants “I’m out of here”, then she left her alone in her apartment, crying and feeling as much shit as Sunghoon was. It’s true when people say nothing good happens at 3 am.

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The next day:

Hoon looked at the gap in Ni-ki’s door. He was playing some game on the PS5 and listening to Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.

“Just like the day that I met you,

the day thought forever.

Said that you love me, but that’ll last for never

It’s cold outside,

like when you walked out of my life

Why you walk out of my life?

I get like this every time

On these days that feel like you and me

Heartbreak anniversary

Cause I remember every time

On these days feel like you and me

Heartbreak anniversary,

do you ever think of me?”

Some tears dropped from his eyes and he wasn’t even paying attention to the game anymore. The Korean man felt a knot on his throat and an ache on his heart. He pushed the door open “Ni-ki san” the japanese man wiped his face with his hands, and paused the game “Hey…” “Are you ok?” “Yeah…” “Why are you crying, then?” “I am not” “I saw you crying” “You didn’t” “Yes, I did” “Is… just that song” “Is a very sad song, isn’t it?” “Yes… It reminds me of her” “Do you miss her?” “Not everyday like it happened before, but yes” Sunghoon swallowed hard before asking the following question “Do you… still love her?” Ni-ki nodded “I do, yes. I think I will love her for the rest of my life” “So would you come back together with her?” “If we got in an agreement, yes” they kept silent, then Hoon broke it with a chuckle “Why are you laughing at?” “I just realized the song” Ni-ki let a small chuckle out “The first video we made always makes me laugh. That way you glued your face in ours, is so funny” “Yeah, Heeseung hyung with that blanket is very funny too” “Yeah… Hey, Ni-ki” “Hum?” “I’m glad you are opening up. Sober. Are you sober, right?” “I am” “I am happy you’re doing it” Ni-ki chuckled “Yeah. Thanks for listening” “Anytime you need” “You know, I’m very lucky to have you in my life. You and the rest of the guys. Thank you for taking care of me”. Sunghoon felt a mixture of happiness, love and guilt “Aish! You’re going to make me cry” Ni-ki smiled “It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone”, the older man smiled then he felt his phone vibrate on his pocket. He grabbed it and took a quick look, she was texting him:

‘Hey… can we meet?’

“Hum, I… I’ll let you play” “Alright. Just.one more thing hyung” “Yeah?” “I never got to know why you were so obsessed with that recital” “What do you mean?” “We all know you attended 4 nights in a role” “Oh! I was just enjoying going out with my friends“ “You're so cute” “Aish! Cut that off” Ni-ki smiled “I will let you go now” “Ok. See you, Ni-ki” “See you, hyung”.

As soon as he was out of Ni-ki’s room, Sunghoon grabbed his phone to answer to her, he was still mad with her but he wanted to fix things:

‘When and where?’

‘At the park near my house when you’re free’

‘I’m on my way’

‘Ok’

…

At the park:

They met near the swings, they were sitting on it lightly swinging back and forth, he was waiting for her to say something. “I want to make amends” she finally broke the silence “Are we fighting?” “You know we are not ok” “Why wouldn’t we? It’s not like you called me another man's name. Oh, wait! You did” “Aaaah, Sunghoon! Why are you making such a big deal out of it!?” “Wouldn’t you make a big deal out of it if it was the opposite?” “I don’t know! I’m not making it right now” “Really? I didn’t notice it” “Fuck! Why are you so mad at me!?” “You called Ni-ki’s name when we were having sex!” “I already said I’m sorry! You know what? It was a mistake” “How could you make a mistake like that?” “Have sex with you…. Was the mistake” “Oh!” “Come on, I know you agree. Are you mad at me or at yourself?” And she was right, she wasn't the problem there, he was. “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry too. Can we just pretend it never happened? I don't tell anyone, you don't tell anyone and we forget about it” he wasn't going to forget about it. Even so, he nodded “Good!” She ran her fingers through her hair locks “Do you still love him?” “Hoon… it doesn't matter” “Yes, it does” she huffed “Yeah, I think I do” “Ok” “Do you still like me?” “It doesn't matter” “Hoon” “Yes, I think I do” she smiled,softly “Maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore, right?” “That's probably the smarter thing to do” “I don't like it” “Me neither” he stood up, then approached her and caressed her face “Would you come back with Ni-ki?” “Why are you torturing yourself like that?” “Just answer to me” “I would consider it” he just nodded and pulled her for a hug “Come here, I’m going to miss you” “Me too, Hoonie”. ‘Hoonie’, it was the last time he heard that.

…

A few weeks later:

Ni-ki and Hoon were having breakfast together when Hoon decided to start a conversation “Guess who I ran into these days” “Who?” “Your ex” Ni-ki stopped chewing his cereal and looked at his hyung “Oh!” then he mixed the chocolate balls with the milk “How…” he cleaned his throat, so his voice got deep again “How is she?” “She looks fine. She says she misses you” “Did she?” “Yes. She also said to me to tell you that you should text her someday” “Really?” “Yeah. Is that weird?” “A little, she said to not look out for her anymore” “Guess she changed her mind” Ni-ki nodded “That's possible” “Will you text her?” “I don't know…” “What?!” “I mean, maybe I will” “Maybe?” “Yeah, maybe” but the both of them knew he was going to text her “Ok” Sunghoon smirked and turned his attention back to the tv show they were watching.

…

3 days later:

3 days later Ni-ki texted her and they agreed to go out to talk. They end the day laying on the grass of the park near her house, stargazing and talking about the future. She opened up to Ni-ki about the reason why she didn’t want to move in together and he said he understand her, he also thanked her for caring so much about him and they promised to each other to be more open and honest about their feelings and, of course, they ended the night with a passionate kiss and their ring fingers got their commitment ring back. Even tho, Ni-ki already thought about buying a new pair, to represent their new compromise to each other.

When she got into her apartment, all alone and exhaling happiness, she grabbed her phone and tappen Sunghoon’s contact, leaving him a voicemail:

‘Hi, it's Sunghoon! I can't answer you right now so leave your message and I’ll listen when I can. Bye!’

Beep…

‘Hoonie? Hi, it's me. “Fire princess”. She giggled awkwardly ‘Hum, I… I wanted to thank you for what you've done.” she fidgeted with her ring. You're a good friend for both Ni-ki and me. I just called to thank you. So… thank you! Listen to it when you can. Bye!’

#enhypen #nishimura riki #enhypen niki #niki #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen smut #enhypen imagine #enhypen fanfic #enhypen one shot #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut

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sapphiresaphics · 5 months ago

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This kinda stuff pisses me off because (again) you shouldn’t NEED to exaggerate things to be mad about it.

1. No one is saying it’s not lethal. ALL things can be lethal in excessive quantities and exposures. What we ARE saying is that the show does not SAY that it is lethal to breathe in, and in fact the show goes out of its way to show multiple people being able to handle the grey and deal with it in small doses. That’s important information you’re glossing over… the duration of the exposure.

2. Nowhere does Arcane say that people were dying en mass. The show DOES show that the grey presented an ongoing problem with continued exposure to the workers in the mines. This is reinforced multiple times, as both Vander and Silco worked in the mines and breathed the toxic air. The show presents what CAN happen to prolonged exposure… but the timeframe for exposure is left off the table. You DO NOT KNOW if that exposure is within minutes or years. Again: both Vander and Silco worked in the mines with the toxic gases and they ended up okay without fantasy cancer. So clearly the length of prolonged exposure MATTERS.

3. Yes, the gas made you choke and you struggled to breathe. That’s very clear. But the grey giving to cancer as a result? It is dependent on the person and their exposure. Not everyone who breathes it in will develop fantasy cancer as a result. If that were true, then Silco basically gave all the chem-barons fantasy cancer when he pulled his power play stunt back in Season 1. So once again, you guys are SPECULATING and you are INVENTING the severity based on information that isn’t entirely clear to us.

4. Case in point: Viktor. Skye and Viktor are shown playing in the toxic waters outside of a toxic cave. Skye didn’t develop fantasy cancer, but Viktor did. And part of that is likely due to the fact that his immune system was likely more compromised than Skye’s because of his being born crippled. Additionally, he spends a good chunk of his childhood feeding toxic plants to Rio with Singe in the toxic caves to create Shimmer. I have to suspect that that sort of exposure was NOT good for Viktor’s longterm health, wouldn’t you agree?

5. Once again you are using real life chemical warfare to hypothesize about a fantasy chemical and gas. The grey is not shown to spread much at all. Ekko repeatedly says that the air is denser down in the fissures and that results in the grey NOT behaving like normal gas. We see the gas almost snake its way into the buildings like a living thing. And we are shown that just outside of areas where a building is filled with the grey, it does NOT leak out.

This is important information because we are repeatedly shown that Caitlyn’s use of the grey is TACTICAL and STRATEGIC. She pumps it into specific targeted areas to clear the streets and incapacitate the chem barons and their goons. You cannot say that she “gassed the whole city” when the show GOES OUT OF ITS WAY to show that she is targeting SPECIFIC AREAS and that the grey DOES NOT dissipate and flow like normal gas.

So let’s recap what the SHOW presents to us:

The Grey is factory gas (man made) trapped underground. Exposure to the gas makes it very hard to breathe but not impossible. Many people in the show have been exposed to the gas for long periods of time and did not develop fantasy cancer. Everyone who is exposed to it in short bursts is seen recovering within minutes. The gas does not flow like normal gas and does not seem to seep out into the streets. When the grey is detected people DO NOT STAY AROUND it and leave (clear the streets) to avoid dealing with the adverse side effects. And the only person truly affected by the gasses in the fissures to the point that he’s slowly dying is a person who was born crippled and impaired and who willingly exposed himself to more of the danger than normal people did.

So when we look at it from this perspective, Caitlyn using the gas is still bad. She could potentially be hurting people long term, yes. But she’s also using it as a way to prevent more people from being hurt by a massive invasion and is actively using the grey in highly targeted areas. Zaun is MILES large, a single building on one side of the city getting pumped full of grey is not going to harm people miles away on the other side of the city. So this assertion that she “gassed the city” is just hyperbolic and misleading. We are even shown that they don’t even use it in the streets much if at all because they travel through the pipes pumping the grey in themselves.

You should be mad about Caitlyn using the grey. It’s a DIRTY TRICK to use it this way. Absolutely.

But you DON’T need to exaggerate the effects of it and make it seem like she’s fantasy Hitler gassing the city of Zaun like Auschwitz, you weirdos.

#arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane spoilers #caitlyn kiramman #stop exaggerating shit

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sorrowmoons · 6 months ago

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Circus Inferno

OC + Hatchetfield Au (helped by @wigglyobsessedweirdo !)

This is an Au I made with a friend a bit ago with our ocs but I loved it too much and now wanna make it an Au for Hatchetfield!!

The five lords run the travelling circus “Circus Inferno”. They are basically the runners of the Circus. But, of course, this circus isn’t all it seems.

Sure, it has its Fantastic shows—its dazzling costumes, its mesmerizing performances—but that’s how they get you. You come into the Circus to see a show rumoured by everyone to be magical as it is mysterious! But, what if you knew once you stepped in, you’d be under the watch of the Lords in Black? What if they fed off of you, picking the right candidates to consume their souls???? Well! You don’t know, so that’s why everyone is so oblivious to it all. The workers on the other hand—they are what we consider the “sniggles” to the LiB. They work under them, putting on the performance so the lords take their fill.

CREDIT TO @wigglyobsessedweirdo !!! She is helping me out with the costumes hehehe :] their Oc may even be in this Au…

The shows consist of Singers, Dancers, Acrobatics, Clowns/Jesters, and the workers who run and organize the show under the lords. But, there is one figure who holds highest power directly under the lords! It is the Ring Leader! They are the main assistant to the lords and they run everything by them. They make sure everything runs smoothly during the show and go to the lords directly for anything.

Of course theirs special treatment on the Ring Leaders, but there’s also a whole lotta responsibility… it makes you wonder why they need to keep getting new Ring leaders..

Until!!! Whoop Dakota pops in, she gets a role to work under the current Ring Leader….. but when something bad happens to him, it’s her chance to step up and he the Ring Leader.

Skye, a detective, comes busting in the scene because there’s been missing peoples case, and it all points to the Circus. With a certain… being on her side; shes able to enter the circus safely. The lords eventually find her after she meets Dakota, but they are in a bit of trouble with the certain being that follows Skye. Dakota and Skye soon realize their connection celestially and then dooms Skye in a choice between exposing the circus and gaining leading role in her job and find closure—or, Stay with her sister and help run the circus as the main act….

Huzzah that’s all I have I’m loving this so tho….

GRAJAJAJAHAHHAH ILL POST MORE LATER EHEJEJ

#timelines au #au #hatchetverse oc #hatchetfield oc #starkid #lords in black fanart #lords in black #lib #hatchetfield au #hatchetverse #skye hawke #dakota rune

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straykidshoe · 2 years ago

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You're so pretty

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Mature (Smut)

MUSIC: Collide (Feat. Tyga) by Justine Skye

CONTAINS: Established relationship, shy!reader

SMUT WARNINGS: Thigh fucking, shower sex, groping, soft!changbin. Please message me if i misseed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1,530

A/N: For all of my shy girlies out there <3 hope you all like it!

You woke up later than usual- the mid morning sunlight streamed in through your sheer curtains, casting your window patterns onto your white sheets. Your spine tightened as you rolled over, searching for the familiar comfort that would normally be next to you, haphazardly tangled between the duvet- his chest rising and falling gently, letting you snuggle into his shoulder. Sitting up, you rested your chest on your bent knees- as you rubbed the sleep away from your eyes you scanned the room; missing the usual warm body that would’ve pulled you back to bed, lulling you back into a deep sleep.

You noticed how you were completely bare underneath the blanket, fresh memories of the night before flashing in your mind. You could feel your skin tingling as you remembered more and more- his skin against yours, him on his knees in front of you, dirty things whispered against your neck and ear. What a way to start the morning.

You glanced over to the nightstand opposite you, noticing a neon yellow in your peripheral. Stretching over, you read the note whilst sipping on the water that was left next to it,

‘Tried to wake you up, didn’t work. I have a bruise to prove it.

I’ll be back soon. Breakfast is outside. Try not to miss me too much.

P.S: I can still taste you on my lips.’

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, your nipples getting harder from the heightened sensitivity, shivering slightly as you looked around your room before pushing up and slipping on one of Changbins shirts along with a fresh pair of underwear. Stumbling out of your bedroom, you plodded your way to the kitchen- cringing at the loud slapping noise that echoed in the empty apartment. You felt yourself light up as you saw your favourite, toaster waffles with chocolate spread- you reminded yourself to thank your boyfriend later. Once you had finished your breakfast, you cleaned the house, brushed your teeth and hopped into the shower.

The hot water cascaded down from the large waterfall shower head above as you scrubbed at your soft skin with a washcloth- the bubbles frothing with the friction. The small speaker you had set up in the bathroom played a random song from your playlist, humming as you swayed your naked hips to the beat.

The velvety vocals bounced off the marble walls, echoing around you- aiding the large man who was currently sneaking into the room. Suddenly, you felt two large hands encircling your waist- gasping out you twisted around in their grip, relaxing your face when you saw your boyfriends smiling face gazing down at you, ‘Babe! What are you doing?’ feeling your face go red, you hold your sudsy hands up against your exposed breasts.

Changbin gently removed your hands- holding them in his large palms, ‘I felt lonely at work.. So i’m here’ he kissed the tip of your nose, laughing when you tried to look anywhere but his exposed torso. Your tongue went dry, five months of dating him and still- he manages to turn you into putty. Granted it was pretty easy, but that’s besides the point, ‘You left a few hours ago..’ you mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

He was aware of your shy personality, finding your stuttering and avoidant nature adorable, ‘Should I go then?’ he questioned, a teasing lilt to his voice. Finally looking up, you met his large brown eyes, ‘N-no, it’s fine..’ chuckling to himself, he bent down and kissed your lips, making you even more flustered- your blood turned to lava, heating up all the pathways within you.

The soft caress of his tongue made you weak it the knees, feeling your pulse dangerously escalate spurred him on- you felt his cock getting hard against your thigh. Panicking slightly, you pulled away- returning your gaze down to the shower floor you stepped out of the water, giving him space to soak himself in the warm downpour. He smiled softly, keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips, running his thumb up and down on the soft patch of skin.

‘Help me?’ he asked, placing your coconut body wash bottle in your palm, with shaky fingers you squeezed out a generous amount of the thick liquid into your cupped hand. Taking a steadying breath in, you started at his neck, gently massaging the fragrant cleanser into his skin. You tried to meet his eyes that were staring down at you.

‘Stop looking at me like that..’ you grumbled, moving your hands down to his wide shoulders,

‘Like what, baby?’ Finally finishing his left arm, you moved onto the right.

‘Like you want to eat me.’ He laughed down at you, kissing the crown of your head.

‘Can you blame me.. you’re delicious’ he purred into your ear, kissing the skin behind. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling to yourself as you tilted your head up the need to kiss him again overpowering your nervousness.

Instantaneously you felt relief wash over your entire body, as Changbin moaned into your mouth before hugging your midriff with his arms. Your core began to leak juices down your thighs, but the dull ache radiating from your walls made you whimper in pain; goosebumps raised on your skin, the duvet of steam creating beads of moisture to form on changbins toned stomach. Anxiety quickly rose within you, like water boiling in a pot, as you felt his calloused fingers drag up your pillowy thighs brushing against your pussy. You quickly pulled away, keeping your hands planted on his tapered waist; your boyfriend's face was painted in confusion, ‘What’s wrong?’

You chewed your lips, contemplating whether you should tell him the truth and risk upsetting him or gritting through the pain as he once again roughly fucked you into oblivion. As much as you wanted to please him and his insatiable habits, your poor vagina couldn’t handle his aggressive assault this time round.

‘It hurts..’ you whimpered, nuzzling in between his pecs, trying to hide your red cheeks. He cooed down at you, ‘Aww poor baby, it’s okay- let me take care of you..’ He reached for the shampoo bottle but stopped midway when you rested your small hand on his bicep, ‘Wanna make you feel good, binnie..’ you gazed up at him, eyes starting to water from desperation.

He took in your appearance shimmering, wet skin with large sparkling eyes and red cheeks. You look adorable, and so ready to be ruined..

‘You sure?’ He caressed your flaming cheeks with his large palm, smiling softly when you relaxed in his hold whilst nodding your head, ‘Okay, I have an idea..do you trust me?’ he asked, caution evident in his voice, ‘Yea, just want to please you.’

Suddenly, he twisted your body in his hold, so that your back was plastered against his front- snaking his hand up your stomach towards your breasts, he played with your puckered nubs whilst sucking on your pulse point. Moaning loudly you arched forward, pushing your tits further into his cupped palms, he chuckled against your wet skin whilst nudging your thighs open slightly with his thigh. Your breath hitched, ‘Relax precious, it won’t hurt at all..’ Changbin murmured against your neck- feeling him slide into the small gap he created you whined at the feeling of your thighs encasing his hard dick, the precum staining your skin leaving a path down as the water washed it away.

His heavy pants tickled the shell of your ear, he ensnared your neck with one large hand as the other held your pelvis against his, ‘You ready princess?’ meekly nodding your head, you gasped when he slid out of your thighs; before slowly re-entering the thigh gap. You let your head lay limp on his shoulder, the overwhelming feeling of his cock slowly getting slicker and slicker with your juices and therefore moving with more ease between your flesh made your entire body shiver with excitement.

Both of your moans echoed around the shower cubicle, mingling with the sound of both of your pelvis bumping together rhythmically. Slowly, Changbin’s moans turned into desperate whimpers and groans, you could tell he was teetering on the edge of his orgasm- his cock twitching helplessly against your cunt.

His thrusts became sloppy as his stamina was running out, wanting him to reach his high- you squeezed your thighs together, causing him to gasp against your shoulder, ‘Fucking-’ he bit down on your skin, secretly hoping that there would be visible marks of his teeth descorating your pure, clean canvas.

You started moving back and forth in tandem with his movements, fervently and messily clenching your thighs. Soon enough his breaths started to quicken as his moans became high pitched and the reflection of his face in the faucet showed his eyebrows being drawn together harshly, ‘Please cum around my thighs binnie, wanna feel you…’ your words threw him straight into his orgasm as he drew back completely- jerking his cum onto your ass and back thighs.

Breathing heavily, he twisted you back around- bumping his nose against yours, ‘you look so pretty covered in my cum baby..'

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jackiequick · 4 months ago

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Bringing The Team Together [Agents Of SHIELD]

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker (OC) & Grant Ward

Other characters present/mentioned: Maria Hill, Jemma Simmons & Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson, Skye, Melissa Wallance (OC), Ji-Hoon (OCs), The Young Avengers (OCs) etc

Setting: Agent Of SHIELD season 1 Pilot

Summary: Just when Agent Amelia Parker thinks she’s off the hook, she gets sucked back in. In other words, her old boss Coulson has the idea of making a team

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1 year, 5 weeks, 2 days and 104 minutes. That’s how long she was gone from SHIELD directly, more or less. Or it’s not like she is counting away, right? She was on a short-length mission with Ward as she stood outside the building watching his six in the helicopter as he got the job done inside. Usually though? She was stuck “babysitting” the Young Avengers, making friends with them as they called it and keeping an eye on the team.

Which usually meant hearing romance gossip, being chased down as someone broke into The Tower and or trying to chill as they all got along. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she did. But sometimes she felt misplaced, like the oddball in the midst of it all. It didn’t help that Hill and other agents were consistently making them look bad in front of the young heroes, who weren’t that fond of them to begin with.

And now? She was being held in a black ‘debriefing room’ as they called it, in front of Maria Hill who was dressed in her usual entire suit. She sat down in the semi-comfortable chair, with her elbows resting against the metal table wearing her usual black clothing.

“What does SHIELD stand for, Agent Parker?” Hill asked in her usual stern tone.

Amelia glanced up at her as she answered, “Uh, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“And what exactly does that mean to you?”

“Are you really asking me that? Cause we both know i’ll say one thing and you give me a remark about it.”

“Agent Parker.”

“Fine. Compassion, loyalty and heart—that’s what it means to me. Or at least, that’s what it should it be because–”

“Parker. Enough. In case you need a reminder, I'm your boss here.”

“Ehh, wrong. Technically Coulson was my boss, you just stepped in when he died…”

Amelia looked away as Hill just silently watched her. Her fingernails tapping a rhythm against the metal table, waiting for Amelia to continue her statement or not.

“And it also means we’re the people who fight.” Amelia expanded on her previous statement with a deep sigh, “SHIELD means we’re the divide between the world and the much...weirder world. Sadly, we often protect people from things they aren’t ready to hear.”

Hill nods with her eyes directly on the young agent before saying, “Correct. And I know you may not always like it—a lot of people, many not always like it, as it does cause issues. But we do it. And if something shows up, we try to get to it before someone bad does.”

Amelia just nods silently and hums, inhaling as her gaze shifted to the older women in front of her. She did wonder why Hill brought her in here, after she gave her an item she had in her pocket about the Rising Tide.

“Everything is changing, Agent Parker.” Hill said standing up, once she gave the item to a fellow agent to store safely and turned to face her, “A little while ago, people went to be thinking the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire flying around in a red and gold suit. And then aliens, along with a god, invaded New York, having to expose plenty of people…such as the mutant, gods from distant planets, a man from the 40s and other non-human heroes.”

“Mhmm.” Amelia hummed, “I know. I was there, I saw it all from the Helicarrier, Hill. Why are you telling me this? To bring back old memories? Or are you trying to stir the pot even more? If so, I'm not interested and you might as well send me back to The Tower…”

“I’m telling you this because at the moment, you’re being removed from The Young Avengers case.”

“What?”

Hill nodded, crossing her arms as she circled around the room and walked before stopping. She didn’t know what Coulson or the others had planned, hell, she didn’t exactly care. But she did know that Phil was removing one of her agents off the database and onto his area of the field instead. Meaning, she won’t have a clue what her youngest agent, Amelia, will be up to, only if she returns for certain things.

“Agent Wallance will be taking your place, effective immediately .” Hill started taking a spot in front of her, “You’re going to be removed from The Tower and working on a new area.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Amelia exclaimed, “You’re putting sweet ol’ Melissa in that place, having a more prominent role?”

“You sound so surprised. Don’t tell me, you're going to miss being surrounded by those heroes?”

“N—no. Not exactly..I mean, they grown on me…just, why?”

“For that you’ll have to ask Agent Coulson.”

“Pff, yeah, sure, his spirit is gonna appear or something?” Amelia remarked with a sarcastic joke and scoffed, “You know Coulson is gone, Hill. I vividly remember Agent Ji-Hoon pulling me away from the hallway, so i don’t see the mess that Loki made once he killed Phil..I’m clearance level 6, got the full report.”

Suddenly, a voice appeared out of the shadow as a body stepped out, with a soft smile.

“Welcome to level 7.” Said the voice, being none other than Phil Coulson, as he glanced between Amelia and Hill.

“I…” Amelia uttered, taking a sharp breath and gasped as she turned around to face him, “..how?!”

“Oh? I just walked in through the back. Sorry, that corner was really dark.”

“No, not that! How?!”

Amelia’s jaw was dropped, as she listened to how Nick Fury faked Coulson’s death to motivate the agents and they knew they couldn’t have said anything to her, or else things must’ve gone sideways. Especially with how the Young Avengers basically had someone on their team who could practically smell lies from a mile away. Meaning Rick and Rochelle. Plus, none of them were level 7, so they didn’t need to know.

She just nodded in shock, before Coulson gave her a soft smile with an open arm, pulling the young agent into a hug.

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As they exchanged words and escorted out of the elevator, in which Ward joined in a few minutes before. According to Hill, they told him first thing in the morning and was waiting to tell Amelia about this. Coulson gave them both a recap on how he ended up with this particular position and Ward remarked how something must’ve pulled Phil back in the game, as they entered another room. A control room filled with coaches, computers and monitors on the wall that showcases The Rising Tide getting footage before SHIELD has, an unregistered gifted man with an identity unknown. In other words, a superhero.

Hill said that Coulson decided to create a mobile command unit, in which Ward and Amelia were assigned. Amelia asked if Melissa and Ji-Hoon would join, especially since Ji-Hoon has level 7 clearance. Hill said that she’ll have them join in as soon as possible. Coulson added that he wants to have the team together and working around the issue to get to this new unknown identity. Amelia nods.

“This man’s world is about to get very weird.” Coulson stated looking between the monitors and the two agents. “He’s gonna need some help.”

“That’s where I come in?” Amelia asked, pointing to herself, “Coulson, I may have experience but it doesn’t always translate well with others. They’re either extremely traumatized or very sensitive about being brought in, needing help.”

“I know that. But oftentimes it works out very well for us.”

“Okay. We’ll try.”

“I’m sorry. I was trained on day one as a specialist. I go in alone, I get it done. Defusing a bomb? I’m your guy.” Ward suddenly said with his arms crossed and then pointing to Amelia, “A welcoming committee? That’s her speed.”

“Excuse me?” Amelia remarked, crossing her arms as she looked at the taller agent, “I’m not the welcoming committee.”

“Didn’t you spend 5 months out of your year recruiting and welcoming The Young Avengers?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“You just made my point very clear. And I think Ji-Hoon would agree.”

“Not funny.”

Coulson, as always, brought them back to the main conversation as he referred his attention to Ward first. “I know it’s not what you want.” He said holding a binder as he started to open it, “Agent Hill did a very detailed assessment of your last 3 missions. Combat? Top grades. Espionage? She gave you the highest marks since Romanoff.”

“Damn.” Amelia muttered, “If Romanoff heard that..”

Ward nods in approval and appreciation towards Hill as the brunette woman nods in return.

Coulson continued with a soft smile, “Under people’s skills, she drew a little poop, with knives sticking out of it.”

“What? It’s…” Ward said, placing a hand on Amelia’s shoulder as he looked over to see the drawing.

“That's bad, isn't it? And given your family history, I'm surprised it’s not worse. But…I think you're the guy for this. If I'm wrong, you go straight back to your bombs.”

Suddenly, Streiten entered the room, “Team’s approved. Physicals are all fine. Fitz-Simmons is not cleared for combat. Along with Agent Wallace. I’m told that won’t be an issue. Agent Ji-Hoon is in perfect health. Agent Parker is cleared for combat. Agent Ward here… he’s almost too fit.”

Ward’s gaze perked up as he walked over pointing a finger and said, “That’s an issue. That should be an issue. Maybe I can’t join the team..”

“God, are you dismissed.” Hill muttered as she was looking over the files in the binder, “Parker, follow him. You need to get packing anyway.”

“I–but...” Amelia protests with a whine.

“Go.”

She groaned and followed Ward out the door, as they entered the elevator. She leaned against the wall within the elevator as she smiled, “You’re still joining, aren’t ya?”

“I have no choice.” Ward glanced over at her once the doors closed and smiled, “Besides, someone has to keep my girl in check.”

“Aw, you just want to spend time with me.”

“I never said that.”

“But you implied it.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“But you love it when I am.”

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Amelia arrived at The Tower to collect her things, as she went to pack her stuff into a duffle bag. She noticed Melissa Wallace, her friend, entering the room and questioning where exactly she was going. Amelia replied that she was being sent on a mission, she was given level 7 clearance today, as Melissa’s eyes widened in intrigued, and slight confusion. She knew she couldn’t say too much, so she gave Melissa what she needed to know as the brunette gasped.

“Wait, wait, wait–you got level 7 clearance for a mission with Coulson? But he’s dead.” Melissa exclaimed, pushing her glasses up, “Mia, we talked about this. Phil Coulson is dead and gone, you grieved and moved past it.”

“I’m not lying, Mel.” Amelia said with her eyes shifted back to her duffle bag.

“We all saw it happen! Hill is probably messing with you and–”

“You’re cleared for this assignment too, you know?”

“I–what?! But I'm not..huh? I’m still confused how you ended up on level 7.”

Just then, a tall asian man, none other than Ji-Hoon, appeared closing the door behind him. He was hiding from Liane and trying to get some moment of peace.

“Who’s got level 7 clearance?” He asked, as the shorter brunette looked away.

Melissa answered him with a finger, “Mia did.”

“Seriously? Right on, Mia! I’m not the only level 7 agent here anymore.”

“Am I seriously the only one who isn’t cleared for this?!”

“No. Marlene is level 5 and Nikolai is level 6.”

“I–rude! Back to the main point, Mia is now welcomed to level 7 and is leaving us for some mission with her ghost mentor.”

“For the last time, he’s somehow not dead!” Amelia yelled in annoyance and looked up from folding up a sweater.

“Yes he–” Melissa exclaimed but was cut off by their friend.

Ji-Hoon crossed his arms and hummed, “She’s not wrong, he’s not dead. I got the full report this morning.”

“Wait what?!” Melissa asked with widened eyes and blinked. “So you know about this whole thing?”

“Sorta.” Ji-Hoon replied with a shrug, “I only got to reading page two, before Liane burned a painting this morning.”

“So we’re on this assignment?”

“Yeap. According to the file, Mia is going first and once my shift is over this week, i’ll be joining them.”

“..and me?”

“You’re not cleared from combat but you are going.”

Melissa muttered, “I—Go figure.”

“Just wait until Hill bring you into a black debriefing room.” Amelia said smiling and put a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll see.”

Ji-Hoon heard Liane’s voice calling out to him and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really did hope he will be called in sooner, than later.

“Elsa, where are you?!” Liane shouted down the hall, teasing him with the nickname, “Did you get moody and hide in your ice castle again?”

“One more Frozen reference out of you and I'll freeze all your Speak Now merch alive! You hear me?!” Ji-Hoon shouted as his hands curled into first before sighing, “I swear with her…”

Melissa winced and rubbed the back of her neck before asking, “Uh okay…anyways, so, who else is a part of this team that Coulson is building?”

“Uh, you, me, Ji-Hoon, Ward..” Amelia answered listing off the names she remembered from the file, “Fitz-Simmons, Melinda May is just the pilot–”

“May is just the pilot? Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Ask Coulson, not me.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it.”

With that Amelia gave her friends a smile and hugs before grabbing her duffle bag, and rushing out the door. Liane saw where she was heading and muttered, “What is she going?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Ji-Hoon shouted at the blonde.

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Chapter 19. Razor's Dance and Ivory Nightfall

Previously

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"Wait, what did you mean by you haven't forgot—" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence again.

"Let's head out for now, the sun will be rising soon." He says and I think for a moment if it was worth pressing him over.

"Fine, but if you cut me off again when I'm talking intentionally we are definitely going to have problems." I say before waving to bye to the fluff ball.

"Sure thing," Xavier replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. The smile, though small, held a flicker of something I couldn't quite place – perhaps relief, perhaps a hint of apology. The rising sun painted the sky in hues of apricot and rose, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted as we moved.

"By the way," Xavier said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I never got to say this, but I'm glad you're here." His eyes, a startlingly vibrant blue, held a warmth that surprised me. I felt heat rise in my cheeks.

"Shut up." I mumble, bumping him with my good shoulder. Phew, he's not a male lead for nothing.

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"Everything okay, Mephisto?" Tara says with an awkward laugh while placing her hand on my chair to stop me from swiveling. I bite my lip. I lift up my hand and show her the cause of my current anxiety.

"What's that?" she asked, leaning in slightly. Her eyes flicked to the cracked dial, the shattered glass, and the damaged mechanisms exposed inside.

"It's... a gift Sy-Skye gave me a while ago," I admitted softly, turning the damaged watch over in my hand. "It got broken during a fight earlier."

"Oh, wow. That's really pretty. I didn't know you and Skye had that kind of relationship." She teasingly says, attempting to lighten the mood but my knitted brows don't change.

"Ah -ahem. Um, do you think you can fix it?" Tara asked awkwardly, with her expression softening.

"I wish. I've been to every local clock shop and there's no one around here that can handle something this delicate. The local repair shops only do quick fixes or replace parts. This one needs someone who really knows vintage watches." I shook my head, frustration creeping into my voice.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I looked online. There's a place a few hours south of here, near a seaside town. They specialize in restoring old and fragile watches like this. It's my last hope. Thankfully we have a three day weekend starting tomorrow but..." I trail off. I would have to reschedule my plans with Sylus I made.

"Well it's also pretty far. Are you sure you want to go?" She asks. I hesitated, then nodded. A mixture of resolve and sadness settled over me. It's worth the trip.

"Tara!" Simone calls out by the door waving her over.

"Sorry, I have to go. I hope you can get it fixed." She says giving my shoulder a squeeze and I give her a weak smile. As soon as she leaves my phone rings and I jump dropping my phone. When I pick it up from the floor the contact name has S with a wilting flower emoji next to it.

"Hello," I say, trying to sound normal. There is a long pause on the other line before I repeat myself. "Sylus?"

"Little Dove, I regret to tell you but the plans we have tomorrow will have to take a raincheck. Something has come up." He says and my legs give out and I let out a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it wasn't that serious." I say.

"I can't tell if that sigh was one of relief or disappointment," He says chuckling.

"Disappointment obviously." I state and stand up and head to the elevator. As the elevator descends the lights are twinkling, lighting up Linkon City's skyscape.

"Well then, I'll just have to make it up to you tenfold." He says and goosebumps raise on my arm.

"Haha, like I said before, it's not that serious Sylus. You were the one who pestered me saying I hang out with the twins more than you. If you cancel it's no big deal." I say as the elevator opens and I take a step out into the lobby. The steps of my shows echo ominously as I walk towards the entrance.

"Though I am curious, what or who has caused you to cancel our plans?" I ask and as the sliding doors open a gust a cool air blows my short hair around before settling.

"Why don't we talk about it in the car?" He says and I freeze. Sylus is in front of me holding the phone to his ear. He's casually leaning on his parked car in front of the Hunter's Association building like it's just another building he owns. He opens the door and I get in without hesitation or checking my surroundings.

"Sylus, why did you pick me up?" I ask cautiously as the vehicle weaves through the streets of Linkon City. All sorts of ideas race through my mind, suspicion creeping in.

"You're not... bringing me to Tulla Island, are you?" I add, feeling a twinge of unease. I know he said he had to take a raincheck on what we had planned but that technically doesn't mean he wasn't planning on bringing me along with him on whatever he had planned.

"You have good sources," he replies casually while giving me a knowing smirk.

"The people at the Hunters Association were talking about it earlier. After all, Onychinus's leader is an important person of interest." Sylus glances at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Aren't I classified as top secret in your Association's files?" he teases. "You must've put in a lot of work to access those."

"I just happened to be nearby when I heard about it," I admit softly, averting my gaze. It's not like I was trying to get information on him on purpose but when I hear his name I can't help but listen in.

"Really? Then I guess I just happened to be passing by and felt like being your driver for the day." Sylus chuckles.

"Okay, fine. What about you? Did you find me because you need someone to act as your partner again or were you planning on going with someone else?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Don't you know that I'm only willing to have you as my co-star?" Sylus teases with a smirk. "Sorry, Little Dove. But there's only one invitation to this birthday party." he says a bit more seriously.

"I refuse to believe someone like you couldn't get another invite." I scoff.

"You want to tag along that badly, huh?" Sylus's lips curl into a sly smile.

"Of course not," I say dismissively. "You always pester me and I'm just a burden to you anyway. I'm sure you would be better off without me." I say waving my hand in the air.

"Is that what you really think? Shall we test your theory?" He asks just above a whisper and my eyes snap to his face. I blink a few times, surprised.

"What?" I ask but he doesn't respond. Instead, he gazes out the window. We arrive at our destination. I follow his gaze to see a villa nestled deep within an endless forest. Sylus steps out and takes me inside. The exterior is elegant and tranquil, but the moment he opens the door. Inside, there's no furniture—just weapons piled high to the ceiling. It's like a weapon museum.

"Showing off your private collection?" I ask glancing over the weapons that range widely. My eyes linger on a claymore that's behind a glass case.

"Well you've only been acquainted with the weapons in the N109 Zone which are all new. The ones here are antiques." He says with him looking beyond the claymore as if remembering something.

"Aren't you afraid people will discover a large stash of weapons on Linkon's outskirts..." I ask walking away from it and taking a look around with guns that seemed from a different period of time.

"So what? I have dozens of these armories scattered all over the world. I can show them to you if you're interested." He says and I smile.

"I might be," I say, glancing at a beautiful pair of twin sais before following Sylus to a gigantic safe. He opens it to reveal a huge cache of firearms. He rummages through them as if he's picking out fresh fruit.

"So is His Highness's birthday party the reason you drove here?" I ask, taking a look peeking around his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm trying to pick out a gift for him." He says playfully.

"You're after the shipping route near Tulla Island, aren't you?" I ask, staring down at the white marble tile floor.

"You know it's very important to me." He says and I feel like there is more to the story then he lets on. He's been eyeing this for the last year or so. Sylus bends down and takes out an empty magazine and box of bullets from a wooden crate. Anxious, I walk toward him.

"If you wont take me with you, you should at least bring a couple of people with you. Just in case... Maybe Luke and Kieran..." I touch his arm and he turns around and regards me with a faint smile.

"Don't tell me you're worried about me?" He asks, lowering his head, mirth lingering in his red gaze.

"... Am I not allowed to?" I ask turning away. Sylus chuckles. He sits down next to the crate and starts loading bullets into the magazine.

"Why don't we make a bet? If I come back safe and sound, I'll disappear from your life. I'll be far away from you forever and accept the line you continue to draw between us." He says stepping closer to me.

"And if I don't return... well, you might have to put down a different emergency contact, but at least no one will pester you anyway. How does that sound?" He says while he finishes loading the last bullet and looks up at me.

"You brought me all the way to this villa just to tell me that?" I ask, while my hands start to feel clammy.

"This could be our last conversation, Miss Hunter." He says emphasizing the silent choice I had made to separate more of myself from him. I can't help but wrap my arms around my chest. As he closes the magazine with a click, my heart flutters and I lower my eyes and avoid his gaze.

"You're being ridiculous. Besides, if you have to attend... at least bring a stronger weapon." I mumble begrudgingly. Sylus chuckles softly, then suddenly approaches me. Something brushes against my waist. When I look at him again, I see he's carefully examining my gun.

"Not bad. The Association doesn't seem to have the bad taste of weaponry, but blades have always seemed to suit you better." He says, staring at me. Sylus loads my gun's magazine.

"I'll be using this to give him an unforgettable present." He says kissing the barrel of the gun while keeping eye contact with me and heat rises on my cheeks.

I turn away and I transform before flying out of the villa's open window. My heart feels heavy but this leaves me with time to get the watch fixed before the weekend ends. I fly back home and pack a small bag before heading out to the train station. The two hour ride goes in a blur as I mull Sylus' words over and over again in my head.

When I finally arrived in the small town I immediately put my hat and sunglasses on. The sun is way too bright. I walk a few blocks before GPS indicates that I'm in front of a small antique shop.

"Do you think you can fix it?" I asked the shopkeeper.

"I want to, Miss. But they stopped producing these parts decades ago." The owner sighs and He looked apologetic. "Who still uses an old pocket watch these days..." He trails and my heart sinks.

"I can change it into a digital one if you'd like. I can also install a wireless charger and make it possible to use wireless earbuds—" The owner started and I cut him off.

"No, it's fine. Thank you anyway. I'll go look somewhere else." I say grabbing the watch and holding it close to my chest. I wandered through every watch shop in town, feeling more helpless with each one. I didn't know what else I could do.

I stopped at a bench under a shaded tree and sat down. I stared at the pocket watch in my hand, sadness washing over me as I gently stroked the cracked dial.

"Why are you here?" I turned around and saw someone I didn't expect—Rafayel.

"Look what the cat dragged in," I grumble rolling my eyes.

"Ha! I didn't think coast towns were your thing, what's got you out here looking like a featherbrain?" He asks and I pinch the bridge of my nose. Should I walk away? I sigh heavily leaning back.

"I heard this town has watchmakers, so I came to repair the pocket watch that ... a dear friend gave me." I hesitate telling him.

"And you? Why are you here?" I ask.

"To make a long story short, I also need to repair something." he says sitting on the opposite end of the bench, enough to show he was not fond of being next to me. He explained that a few weeks ago, a tsunami damaged the town's oldest great hall. Somehow, the townsfolk got his contact info and asked him to repair the sculptures inside.

"Wow," I said, surprised. "You know how to repair sculptures?"

"Paintings are projections of sculptures, while sculptures are three-dimensional paintings," he explained. "Both are forms of artistic expression—manifestations of the same thing."

"I won't delay you then. I was about to—" I nodded, impressed. I stand up and he stands and steps in front of me.

"Wait, I'm not done talking." He says and I'm sure my face was one of disgust. He explained that he lost his phone passing through the market.

"We haven't really had the chance to talk for a long time. Besides since we were fated to meet, you should escort me to the great hall." He says and I look at my phone. I didn't have a chance to sleep after meeting with Sylus last night but I'm sure this won't take too much of my time.

"Fine, but I don't like talking about things like fate so please refrain from saying stuff like that to me in the future." I sigh following him. It's not long before we reach the great hall. Standing in the middle of the room, I look around and realize it's really old.

"This young lady next to me, is my aide. She'll be helping me with the repair work." He says greeting an elderly man. I give Rafayel a side eye the moment he throws his arm around my shoulder.

"We're honored to have you. This way, please!" The old man leads the way. The exterior of the great hall has already been repaired, but as we head deeper, the damage becomes more evident. Rafayel's brow furrows.

"Are these still salvageable, Master?" A younger man says approaching Rafayel. I try not to laugh when he says Master and Rafayel shoots me a glare as if telling me to shut up. Rafayel doesn't say anything. He puts on his gloves and circles around the sculpture, observing and touching it's fractures.

"Marble is fragile to begin with. If it's not done carefully, the pressure might cause other parts to break. They're also close to the sea, so they've been eroded by water for many years... It'll be difficult to restore them to their original state." He says carefully.

"I'm sorry. I can't accept this task." He says and their expressions drop. When Rafayel comes down from the latter the old man all but kicks us out.

"Rude. I only said a few words and they shoo us away just like that." He says huffing and crossing his arms.

"I mean... you refused them so quickly. Did you expect them to give you room and board?" I ask. He rolls his eyes while readjusting his duffle bag strap on his shoulder.

"True, but this means I get to hang out with you for the next few days. Instead of living with strangers." He says and I stop.

"What do you mean?" I ask and I take a step back, sensing something bad is about to happen. Smiling, Rafayel points to himself, then to the suitcase at his feet I hadn't noticed before.

"This is my first time here. Care to help me find a hotel?" He asks and I rub my face with my hands.

"Um, no I'm good." I start to turn away and he grabs my bag strap.

"Hey, you owe me one," He says a bit more on the pleading side and I grimace. He's not wrong. Unable to turn down Rafayel's request, I have no choice but to return to my hotel with him and help him rent a room.

After he gets his key to his room I make myself scarce by hiding in my room for the rest of the evening. I check my phone and there's no messages from Sylus and I realize that I got a friend request on my social media from Xavier. I close my phone and stare at the popcorn ceiling, listening to the waves nearby. I bite my lip before standing up and closing the window, shutting out the sound.

It felt like hours passed by but I couldn't sleep a wink. The moment the sun started to rise I head out of my room and I'm startled but almost unsurprised that Rafayel's room is next to mine. He has a hat on and an old school camera dangling from his neck. He 's about to say something but I'm already down the hallway and headed out the building.

I go to every watch shop in town, but I'm only left with disappointment. Meanwhile, Rafayel, happily wanders around town as a tourist. I don't see him even once.

Am I really out of options...? I plop myself down on the ledge of a fountain in the middle of the square. I dip my hand in and splash water on my face and arms trying to cool down.

"A bird bath? Just so you know, that's unfiltered water, so I'd advise against drinking it," Rafayel's voice broke the silence casually.

"You're here again?!" I blurted out, startled.

"I could hear you sighing all night from across the street. It's kinda creepy," he chuckled softly and settled beside me.

"What's wrong? Still thinking about that pocket watch?" He asks and I pull it out. I can feel tears start to swell in my eyes but I blink them away. Sylus not messaging me, the heat, the fact I'll get my period soon, and the broken pocket watch Sylus had gifted me.

"Yeah, I went to every watch shop around here, and they all said it's dead." I sighed, voice trembling slightly. Rafayel nodded in understanding.

"If you want to fix it, I can help," he said softly, reaching out and taking the watch from my trembling hand. His touch was cool against my skin and I flinched instinctively.

"You're not just here to help me, are you?" I asked cautiously, watching as he stood up and offered me his hand. I hesitated for a moment before accepting, feeling the refreshing coolness of his palm as he links my arm around his.

"I'm here because those townspeople won't give up. They asked me for help. Again." He says this time sighing as we begin walking and talking.

"But you refused them again?" I questioned.

"Of course I refused them. Again and again." He says playing absentmindedly with the tip of his hair.

"Is it because the sculptures are too badly damaged?" I asked, curiosity flickering in my voice.

"That's not the main reason," he replied, his gaze turning serious as he looked at me.

"So, then... what is it?" I pressed gently.

He hesitated for a moment before answering softly, "I don't know how to fix them. Or rather... I don't think they need fixing." His honesty caught me off guard, surprising me more than I expected.

"If their innate beauty is ignored in the pursuit of perfection, they become nothing more than caricatures," he said quietly, almost to himself. Suddenly, a loud bell rang out, echoing through the air. We both looked up in unison. Without realizing it, we had arrived at the entrance of the great hall.

"The sunlight was too blinding during the day," he mused. "Now I can see the texture of these sculptures more clearly."

As we enter he gestures to the sculptures. "Look. The restored sections look too new, too perfect—out of place against the original texture."

He paused, his fingers tracing a crack in one sculpture. "These fractures are part of the sculptures. There's nothing wrong with leaving them as they are."

"People pin a lot of hopes and wishes on that goddess," I reply, frowning. "In their eyes, she should be perfect."

"Is that why you want your pocket watch fixed?" Rafayel asked, turning to me. I hesitated.

"Maybe." I nodded.

"Do you think I'm childish for wishing things to be perfect?" I asked quietly. Under the moonlight, Rafayel looked at me, his expression gentle.

"For me, pinning hopes on anything is just deluding yourself. Even if they're restored, the sculpture won't be exactly the same. The same goes for your watch." He challenges, and I look down feeling a mix of understanding and frustration.

"It's not about the watch losing its beauty, it's preserving the memory clearly... I'm sure the people are scared. The more they fear facing something, the more they need to believe in something. Have you ever believed in anything?" I asked.

He paused, then said softly, "I have. I believed animals could talk, that humans could sprout wings and fly, and that a blazing inferno lies at the edge of the sea."

"But, all of that aren't just myths and fairytales..." I say looking down, twiddling my thumbs.

"Anyone would call you crazy, besides aren't myths and fairy tales just stories passed down by humanity? People tell them, but don't actually believe those powers exist." He says. I think for a moment, weighing his words.

"Maybe," I whisper, "but stories have a way of holding onto truths hidden in the allegories, in the lessons they teach us. Sometimes, believing in something beyond what we see is what keeps us going."

Rafayel nods slowly, a faint smile touching his lips. "Perhaps. But sometimes, the real challenge is accepting that not everything can be restored or perfect, that life is about adapting, even when things fall apart."

I look up at him, searching his face. "So, you're saying I shouldn't hold onto these hopes so tightly?"

He steps closer, voice gentle. "Not necessarily abandon hope, but understand that imperfection is part of the journey. It's okay to wish for perfection, but sometimes, we find strength in accepting the flaws—those very flaws make the moments real."

"You're quite the wise one." I muttered as I kicked at the pebbles on the ground with a bit of exasperation. Rafayel chuckles behind me and it echoes in the hall.

"These gods are probably nothing more than a bedtime story for a child who was afraid of the dark thousands of years ago," Rafayel says thoughtfully, with a twinge of bitterness.

"But maybe... they are no longer afraid of the dark now," I clasp my hands behind my back and spin on my heel turning towards the moonlight shining through the stained glass. The glass painted a story but one I couldn't entirely decipher. It felt eerie as he stayed silent for a moment.

Then, softly, he asked, "And you? What are you afraid of?" I bite my lip. Abandonment, being cast out and forgotten. Even from myself. The words were seemingly caught in my throat despite ringing in my head so loud. Maybe this is why Sylus' words had bothered me before he left.

"Never mind," Rafayel said with a sad smile. "I already know."

We didn't say anything on our way back to the hotel but for another night I could not find it in me to sleep as I still have heard nothing from Sylus.

On the last day of my trip, I was going to send a goodbye text to Rafayel but realized I didn't have his number so I wrote on a sticky note and left it on his door. I was about to leave for good, but as I packed my luggage, I suddenly remembered. Dang it, my pocket watch is still with Rafayel! Panic rising, I rushed into the street, searching frantically.

"Hurry, I heard Mr. Rafayel changed his mind..." An older man says, patting the back of a young man.

"Wonderful! Our great hall is saved! Look after my stall, will ya? I'm gonna take a look!" The young man says before tossing his apron to the old man.

"Hey, you're not allowed to go! Master Rafayel said he doesn't want anyone to disturb him!" The old man shouts. It appears to be the same men we had spoken to a few days prior. So he's at the great hall?

I jog through the streets making my way over to the tallest grandiose building in town. Out of breath I pushed open the doors of the great hall to see a familiar figure sitting on the scaffolding. The white sculpture of a goddess stands in the center of the room. The morning light covers her body in ethereal hues.

Its scars have been subtly polished into the wrinkles found in the clothes that were integrated into the sculpture. Yet something has been added to the crevice in her chest... He's carving a heart for her.

"You're here," Rafayel said softly and the sound of him carving the marble stops. Was he expecting me?

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side like a puppy. I look away, rubbing my arms.

"Yeah... sort of," I lie. He studied me carefully.

"I would have believed you if I didn't see the bags under your eyes." he says and I touch my eyes turning to see my reflection in the clear stained glass window. My eyes did look a tad sunken in and the bags under my eyes were starting to turn slightly purple.

"...What about you, Master Rafayel?! You stayed up all night, too." I mumble sarcastically.

"So, you're here because you're worried about me." He teases and I huff. I can't win with this guy.

"It's okay. I'm almost done." He says warmly this time. I look up to observe the sculpture. The damage to her ribcage is still there, but for some reason, I feel she's more beautiful than when I first saw her.

"I didn't expect someone as stubborn as you would change your mind for others," I said softly.

"I stayed true to my heart." His gaze stays on her. I cock my head to the side confused.

"Didn't you say the things people pin their hopes on become meaningful because of the hope they entrust it with? Thanks to you, I see what she's supposed to represent now." He says proudly.

"So... In other words, you know how to restore her?" I ask.

"Mm-hmm." He nods his head before going back to work. As he speaks, he uses his chisel to adjust the lines of her body with a tender focus in his eyes.

"If there really are gods in this world... ," Rafayel mused, "then their image stems from the human heart. If they exist, they should help people live happier lives." With a tap of his finger, he bestows fire to the heart. "That's why I want her to have a heart like no other."

As evening falls, lights light up along the mountain, and the shouts of merchants echo under the night sky. The tsunami didn't seem to rob the town of its beauty and liveliness.

"This, this, and that. Please wrap them for me.," Rafayel said, gesturing to the items he had bought.

"Agreeing to go out with you was the biggest mistake of my life." I sighed.

He grinned. "It's fiiine. I got a souvenir for you." He said winking at me and I could feel the start of a headache forming.

"You bought so many things. Have you figured out how you're going to ship them back to Linkon City?" I ask, sitting down on the nearest bench looking at all the bags he's been having me carry.

"I've got you, don't I?" He says with a wide grin and I stand up to walk away but he grabs my shoulder forcing me to sit back down. I ignore his joke and stare at the distant sea, still feeling that something is missing.

"I had my epiphany, but how come I'm not happy at all?" I say looking up to the stars this time.

"You're still young." Rafayel chuckles but I feel I've lived a thousand lives.

"Life is a long journey, and we've only lived a small portion of it. It's normal to have negative thoughts." He looked at me with a gentle smile.

"By the way, I wanted to wait until we got back to Linkon City to surprise you, but..." He reached into his bag and pulled out an exquisitely decorated box, handing it to me.

"Open it," he urged. I opened it and stood up.

"My pocket watch? You fixed it?!"

He nodded. "Yup... I took the liberty to do so. There's a retired collector in this town who has a pocket watch from the same era. He's an old acquaintance of mine, so I gave him a painting in exchange for his watch and used its parts. While I couldn't restore it to its original state, the hands move now at least. With this... maybe the person you miss can be by your side."

Tears well up in my eyes and I bite my lip. I miss him so much.

"Annnd you can finally get some sleep," He says laughing and I bump his shoulder with mine.

"Thank you, truly," I say and he looks at me with an emotion I can't recognize before looking away.

"Yeah, yeah, a favor is what you owe me once more, now don't forget it," He says awkwardly. Rafayel opted to stay for another night but I needed to get back home so I ended up flying straight to the N109 Zone. When I reached Sylus' place no one answered the door. I tried calling Sylus, Luke, and Kieran, but their phones stated the lines had been disconnected.

At this point it's late in the evening and I'm about to start work when I feel a buzz on my phone.

A breaking news notification on my phone pops up.

Breaking News: Explosion on Tulla Island

The cause is still unknown. Rescue teams are expected to arrive in one hour.

I can't read the rest as my legs give out from under me. An arm wraps around my waist and it's Xavier.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He asks and I push him away startled. There are whispers of people watching us in the lobby and I touch my head.

"I'm sorry." I say before walking away but he quickly catches up.

"Talk to me, please." He says grabbing the sleeve of my shirt and I stop. I turn around and face him.

"If...If someone who's always pestered you and turned your life upside down disappeared, would you be happy?" I ask him and he seems surprised by my question.

"Of course. Unless..." He trails off.

"...Unless what?" I ask, sounding almost urgent.

"Unless I actually don't mind her pestering me. Wouldn't I just be upset if she suddenly disappeared?" he says thoughtfully, gazing at me. His watch beeps and I swear I hear him curse under his breath.

"I have to go now, but call me if you need anything," he adds, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear before rushing off.

I feel like I'm in trance, like this is a bad scene from New Moon, where Edward just leaves Bella for her "own good." I walk outside and make my rounds for only an hour before I get a message from Jenna telling me to call it early as she's been getting concerned messages about a walking corpse scaring the locals. As it turns out they were talking about me.

As I head home, I walk to the intersection and wait at the traffic light and feel that it starts to drizzle before pouring down. I look up and suddenly a familiar figure appears across the street holding an umbrella.

My phone starts buzzing and with a shaky hand I answer the phone and hear that familiar, calm voice.

"You won." The voice says.

"Sylus..." I whisper, my voice trembling. As the light turns green, before I even realized it, I'm already moving. I quicken my pace, pushing through the crowd, until finally I break into a sprint, desperation fueling my steps to reach him.

"According to the conditions set by our bet, we shouldn't be meeting again," he says calmly into the phone, not moving as I force my way toward him. He looks exhausted—his clothes are worn, and there's a tiredness in his eyes that cuts me deeper than I expected.

"Are you hurt?" I ask, relief flooding my voice. I'm glad the rain is pouring so heavily that he can't see my tears as I finally stand before him.

"I guess you'll be the one breaking our agreement? Pfft," he mutters, still holding the phone despite being right in front of me. I flinch at his words. Seeing him so nonchalant, I recall how worried and scared I've been the past few days. Frustration and anger surge within me. Without thinking, I yank his hand holding the phone.

"You have the audacity to use a phone when you're right here in front of me... but you couldn't even call or text me these past few days? This isn't the fucking Twilight series, you can't just disappear like that!" I shout, voice cracking. I feel the weight of onlookers' stares before I hear them walking away. I look up, and he remains silent, his expression unreadable as he observes my outburst.

"I'm someone who honors a bet. I said I'd disappear completely, so I have to tie up loose ends... After all, you seem to think of yourself only as a burden when you're the reason for me to continue living." he says softly, almost gently. His words hang in the air, but my mind is racing. I couldn't hear anything after he said loose ends. I grab his collar seething. I'm a loose end now?

"That bet was a joke. I never even agreed to it. You made a one sided bet because you wanted to abandon me again!" I cry, tears streaming down my face still hidden in the rain. Sylus' gaze suddenly becomes more serious as he reaches for my hands, his grip firm but gentle.

"A joke. I'll take your word for it," he says quietly, and I blink several times, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone.

"... You're not allowed to make those kinds of bets again in the future. And... you're not allowed to disappear again either. I swear if you do some shit like this again I won't forgive you." I trail off as I lower my gaze. Suddenly, a deep chuckle resounds in my ears.

"You're the only person who can dare tell me what I can and can't do." He says before letting go of one of my hands and taking a gun from his coat pocket. "Your gun was very helpful. So as a return gift, I accept your terms."

Sylus straps the gun to my waist. His right hand then glides up my back. He pulls me into his embrace.

"You're the one who ran to me this time. I don't think it counts as me pestering you, right? Besides, I've never been the first to abandon you..." he whispers softly into my ear, his voice low and intimate there was more he said but again I couldn't hear as thunder roared above us.

Without thinking, I raise my trembling arms and wrap them around his neck, seeking refuge in his embrace. As I press into him, his chest absorbs all of my sobs—deep, shuddering releases that I can no longer contain. Holding onto him so tightly afraid if I let go he would disappear forever.

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced from Tender Moments: Razor's Grip, and Tender Moments: Ivory Nightfall.

Read/ played in order:

1. Sylus Tender Moments: Razor's Grip from 00:00 - 05:50

2. Rafayel Tender Moments: Ivory Nightfall

3. Sylus Tender Moments: Razor's Grip from 05:51-09:28

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A/N pt 2:

First, thank you you for all of your patience and support. These last few weeks have been so exhausting with family matters, overtime, and celebrations that I've hardly been able to write. I still haven't finished the branches for Sylus and Zayne but tomorrow I should finally have time. I have so much to catch up on it's not funny. Hoping next month I can post at least two chapters but we shall see.

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A/N pt 3:

I hope you all enjoyed Rafayel finally entering the story! I still have a few more memories I want to add before going back to the main story with Caleb but maaaaaan I'm so mad at Caleb taking me to hard pity to not even give me his birthday card until he took me to HARD pity again. Haven't watched that memory either LOL. Someone send help, I'm so behind haha. But really thank you all again for reading my story! This has been my nice little escape from the world and I really enjoy writing this!

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