#also he’s super busy so dates and sometimes the fucking in question happened on company time 😶‍🌫️

[hawnks]

Ok I’m too eepy to write another follow up but Keigo literally was isolated from his peers until he was released as a pro-hero. His parents were either gone or demonstrating exactly what not to do in a relationship. Keigo genuinely thinks that fucking is the main part of being in a relationship.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 6]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; cam show, mutual masturbation, daddy!kink, dirty talk, aftercare 😌 WHEWWWW the ball is rolling on our fave couple 😗😗 thanks for being patient with me and stickin’ it out even with my cliffhangers LOOOOOL 💕💕💕 I hope ya’ll enjoy~~ 😏 see yall in the next chapter and have a great weekend! be safe out there my bbys~ 🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - ?

You don’t ask for favors.

Ever.

When you started camming, you learned how to work your lighting and cameras all on your own and started from the ground up; even if it was awkward at first. Every cent and every gift you’d gotten since then were given as donations and you’d made it a point to never ask for certain gifts or anything extra. 

Until now.

“Um, yeah, sure! Within reason, of course.” Seungcheol replies with a shaky smile. A million thoughts run through his head in the split second before you reply, palms sweaty at the possibilities.

You wait for him to finish signing the receipt, thanking him for paying for lunch. “Well… See here’s the thing, right? I’m… Well, god, how do I even start this?” You pause, awkwardly laughing as you tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but… I’m in town until Sunday night and I was wondering if you’d help me film?”

Seungcheol can only gulp, body buzzing as he takes in your words. “I--I mean, I, uh, I’d love to but I don’t know… I--I really don’t want to move that fast and I’d like to get to know you better before we--”

“No--no! Oh my gosh, I--not like that. I’m--I’m in the same boat as you just, sorry, I should’ve been more careful with my words! I mean, like, would you like to… be there? With me. You can watch me film and help me set up?” You offer, head tilting cutely as you wait for his response.

“It’s just, y’know, I don’t have all my camera equipment and stuff so it’d be nice to have someone who can help me set up for once… But only if you’re okay with it!”

And Seungcheol is more than okay with it; fingers gripping the cup of ice cream tightly as he watches you eat yours.

“Hey, ‘Cheollie your ice cream is melting…”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He mutters, unable to focus as the two of you sit in a nearby park. You try talking to him the entire time; although your words go in one ear and out the other. He feels bad, not taking in anything you talk to him about but he can’t help the way his mind runs rampant at the thought of being in the same room as you while you cammed.

If there was anything he was glad for, it was that you were, at least, on the same page as him for now which meant no fucking.

“Do you consider this a date?”

Seungcheol refocuses on you, blinking rapidly at your question. “I’m sorry, what?” Giggling, you repeat your question, finishing off your ice cream before setting your own cup down next to you on the bench.

“Oh, well, I mean--I--I’d like it? But if you don’t consider it a date, then we don’t have to!”

You lean in close to Seungcheol, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re really interesting, ‘Cheol.” Pausing, you peer up at him through your lashes, watching as his face slowly forms a confused expression.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re… I dunno, guess I just expected a strict dom daddy in person and you’re… y’know, kinda shy and it’s cute.”

Seungcheol scoffs, inhaling what’s left of his ice cream before he sets his own cup down as well. “You think that for now, but you’ll see how easily I can slip right into character.” His eyes meet yours; fire burning beneath the surface. You can only bite your lip in response, finding your body already tingling with eagerness.

“I like that about you though, it’s nice that you’re not always strict or in character. I tried dating someone once who was always just… strict, and they hated that I cammed and it was just too much, y’know? Being possessive ‘n stuff.” He hums in response, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you enjoy each other’s company.

“I take it you two broke up?”

You nod in response, sighing. “I kinda knew it’d happen though. He was too possessive and jealous. D’you think you’d be like that, Seungcheol?”

He bites the inside of his cheek, toggling with an answer. “Dunno, on one hand I probably wouldn’t care ‘cause if it’s a person’s livelihood then it’s not my business, y’know? But at the same time I guess I can see where he was coming from…” He pauses, placing his arm on the backrest of the bench before pulling you in closer to himself.

“It’s all about communication, baby.”

Seungcheol takes you around town, purposely avoiding the roller rink until he can take you on Sunday. He takes you out for a light dinner as well, pampering you properly before he starts driving back to your hotel.

“Honestly, kinda shocked you wanted to hang out here for the weekend. It’s pretty boring around here. Unless you’re trying to find some ghosts.” He jokes, stopping at a red light. You laugh in return, relaxing into the passenger’s seat of Seungcheol’s car.

“It’s nice to get out once in a while! And you think it’s boring here but I can say the same about where I live. Truth be told, I’ve been thinkin’ about moving lately.” He glances your way, admiring your side profile as you stare out of the window.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Mmm, it’s just… getting boring, I guess. It’s about an hour out from here which isn’t horrible, just, y’know, a small town. I could go for a change of pace.” You admire the twinkling lights as the sun goes down, sighing contentedly. “Probably doesn’t really help that I go out in wigs sometimes just so people don’t clock me from my cam shows either.” You joke back, loving the way Seungcheol’s laugh sounds when he joins in on your laughter.

“How about your friends though? Won’t they miss you?”

The smile slides from your face; a certain sadness washing over you as you stare out of the window. “Mmm… maybe? Some of them aren’t too keen on the idea of me camming anyway. They said it’s too dangerous. But maybe moving to a new place would give me a new start too.”

You scan the cardkey for your hotel room, pushing the door open enough for Seungcheol to step in as well.

“Welcome to my home for the next, like, 72 hours.” You flop onto the bed, moaning in comfort when you sink into the cool sheets. “God, is it just me or are hotel sheets the fuckin’ best?” Your words are muffled against the pristine sheets, Seungcheol settling into the chair at the side of the bed as he watches you get comfortable.

A genuinely smile crosses his features as he watches you doze off. “I can order you some if you’d like.” You raise your head from the sheets, pouting at Seungcheol who only smiles in return.

“You don’t have to…” You mumble, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

“I’ll have them sent to your mailing address.” He chuckles, making a note in his phone to look into it later.

The two of you cool down for a bit before you start setting up; you dozing off on the bed as Seungcheol watches, nervousness suddenly washing over him again. “Hey, I know this kinda got mentioned before but… What do you usually do to prepare for your cam shows?”

“It depends! Sometimes I’m just ready to go without needing any help, but sometimes I’m not, like, super in the mood so I’ll watch porn to kinda… help.” You giggle, rolling over and reaching for your laptop. “Recently though, it’s been kinda easier.” Seungcheol smirks, crossing his legs as he leans back into the plush chair.

“Yeah? Why’s that.”

“You’re really gonna make me say it…” You trail off as a thrum of arousal shoots down your body.

“Why not? Think of it as me helping you prep for you show. Let me get you in the mood.”

Seungcheol’s deep voice gets even deeper when he slips into character; a certain twinkle in his eyes letting you know that he was completely serious.

“Tell daddy exactly what you think of before that red light starts blinking, baby.”

The electricity in your body is undeniable when you start to set up your laptop, already changed into your lingerie set for your show; a baby pink coloured matching set with small embroidered cherries all over the mesh. Seungcheol had initially sent it to you as a bit of a play on your camming username, but you had loved the set and wore it as often as you could.

Seungcheol helps adjust the lighting, moving the lamps around until you’re bathed in a soft warm glow. “Is this lighting okay? Did you want me to move it again?” He asks, dragging the chair he was sitting in until it sits just behind the laptop you’d set up on the sheets.

“Mm, I think it’s okay! Do I look pretty?” You tease, fingertips playing with the lace hem of your panties.

“Of course you do, baby. Always.” He replies as he sits down, getting comfortable in his seat again.

“Now, are you gonna show daddy just how wet that cute ‘lil pussy gets for me?” Seungcheol smirks, watching as the lust already pools in your eyes when you meet his piercing stare. “I bet your panties are already so wet thinkin’ about my fat cock in your tight cunt, huh? That’s why it’s been so easy for you to get off recently, right?”

You check the clock, only 15 minutes until you started your cam show. “I--y--yes, daddy…” You run your fingertips down your torso, watching as Seungcheol palms himself over his denim pants. “I think about daddy sooo much recently… My mouth starts drooling just thinking about daddy cumming down my throat… and filling me up with so much cum…” You moan out; pussy clenching around emptiness.

“What else, princess? Let daddy hear what you want.” Seungcheol quietly undoes the button and zipper of his jeans, fingertips at the waistband of his boxer briefs before he slowly slides them under.

“I--I think about you, um, p-punishing me for being a bad girl… your hands tangled in my hair when you make me choke on your cock… or your hands wrapped around my throat when you’re fucking me from behind, nice ‘n hard ‘til I’m crying… but I also think about daddy being n-nice to me and pampering me… eating out my wet pussy while I cum all over daddy’s face…” You whimper, touching yourself over your panties. A choked whine spills from your lips when you press into the growing wet spot on the material, hazy eyes checking the clock.

“O-oh fuck, I---I need to start the show…” You whisper. Seungcheol nods, hand slowly stroking his hardening cock. “Is it okay for me to… uh, get off or--”

“Yeah! I--yeah…” You giggle quietly, the blush growing on your face as you avert your eyes from watching Seungcheol stroking his thick cock in front of you.

You do a countdown, hitting the record button before you lean away from your laptop.

Almost immediately, the comments flood in, as well as the donations; the sound of them pouring out of the speakers as you giggle.

“Hi guys~”

universe_WZ: just wanna say thank u for the pics, i literally get off to them every night

hoshi_tiger_xx: i was so close….

gentleman_josh95: MF U SAID 10

alphagyu97: lmfao hi baby

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

angelhan: every night? Ur dick is gonna fall off

Seungcheol watches as you laugh, wondering what the others were saying now that he wasn’t on the other side as usual. In all honesty, he thought it was a little weird watching you cam in real life. It was also a little weird to not be interacting with the others for once; a slight smirk on his face when he knows he has the better place.

“You’re welcome ‘universe_WZ’! I’m glad you like ‘em! Oh--Wow! We’re already close to the donation minimum for me to start already and thank god! ‘Cause you guys… my panties are already soaked~” You whimper, spreading your legs in front of the camera and in front of Seungcheol.

xcaliburDK: whoa wait is it just me or is dom.cheol missing?

artist8hao: and ur backdrop looks diff???

therealchan99 has donated $100

therealchan99: iTS MY TURN TO SHINE

chwenon: where r u? 

“Oh! I’m--on a small ‘lil vacation kinda thing! Just wanted a bit of a scenery change, y’know?” You tuck a stand of hair behind your ear, trailing the same hand down your body as you bite your lip.

“Wish daddy were here though… I really wanna feel daddy’s tongue all over my pussy… ‘n I wanna feel his fingers fucking me and getting me ready to take his fat cock…” Your eyes momentarily flit past your laptop camera and stare directly into Seungcheol’s eyes, twinkling with excitement when you meet his already fucked out expression.

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing; his grip tightening when you pressed the soaked material against your skin. “God I can’t stop thinkin’ about it… I bet daddy likes watching me get off thinkin’ about him though, huh?” You laugh airily, sliding your wet panties down your legs before twirling them around a finger.

You toss the material past the camera and straight into Seungcheol’s lap; his jaw clenching as he loosens his grip to pick up the soaked panties.

kitty_junjun: too bad ur dom daddy isnt around but hey you have the 12 of us princess

sleepy_wonu: yea, why dont u take one of us for a spin heh

artist8hao has donated $75

“Oh~ 12 daddies? I’m so spoiled!” You pause to take off your bra, tossing it to the side instead. “Just thinkin’ about it makes me wanna cum~”

alphagyu97: oh man, bukkake party PLEASE

tangerine_kwan: hhrkdfhskj fuck

artist8hao: wait thatd be hot

Seungcheol gulps, wrapping your soaked panties around his hand before he wraps his hand around his cock again; head thrown back as he slowly starts thrusting up into his closed fist.

“Hmm~ Maybe daddy likes a dirty girl, huh? Seeing me covered in so much cum~” You run your fingers through your wet folds, pinching your clit between your fingertips. “Ngh, fuck, bet daddy would love seeing his, a-ah, cum pouring out of my cute ‘lil pussy…” You mumble; legs spreading wider to give your viewers a better view.

You coat your fingers in your wetness, already sinking two fingers into your soaking pussy once they’re completely covered. “Oh, g-god, daddy!”

angelhan: u werent kidding when u said u were already soaked, holy shit

xcaliburDK: i can hear how wet u r from here

universe_WZ has donated $50

chwenon has donated $69

chwenon: heh, bet u want daddys tongue on that clit of urs right about now huh

“God, you don’t even know… Daddy could make me cum just from licking my clit ‘cause ‘m so sensitive…” You scissor your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you slowly start to add a third finger. “But I also want his fingers and his cock nice and deep…”

j__min: ;) id give it to u nice and deep

j__min has donated $200

You gulp slightly, almost glad Seungcheol was with you instead of in the chat. He would never admit to it even on the phone, but you knew the new addition to your regulars seemed to bother him, even at least a little bit. Not that you could blame him; it bothered you a little too. You’d gone so long without any new regulars that even you were slightly confused when you had checked the profile and found out that whoever ‘j__min’ was, was quite the popular cammer as well.

Seungcheol bites his lip to keep his noises in, jaw clenched as he watches you fuck yourself with three fingers deep in your cunt. He almost wanted to just knock the laptop over and get you off himself but he holds steady; reminding himself that fucking on the first date was out of the question.

“A-ah, ‘m really close~” Whining, you trail your free hand up your torso as you start to play with your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples. Seungcheol starts meeting your pace, running his hand up and down his shaft as he coats your panties in his precum.

“Daddy, please, please let me cum!” You mewl.

Your eyes dance over to Seungcheol who nods firmly and you can’t help but lick your lips as you watch him get off with your panties.

Your legs threaten to snap shut when you thumb at your clit, rubbing quick circles on the swollen nub.

“O--ooh--fuh-fuck! I’m go--gonna c-cum!” You grit out; body tensing up as your orgasm washes over you and Seungcheol fares no better as he cums too, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he cums all over your panties.

The sound of rapid donations flood the speakers but in the moment, only you and Seungcheol exist as you both ride out your orgasms together. Your toes curl against the sheets as your legs shake, shaky breaths and moans on your lips as you mentally remind yourself to not call out Seungcheol’s name despite how badly you really want to. Seungcheol’s entire body buzzes with electricity as he cums hard; his head fuzzy when his foggy eyes watch you ride out your high.

He slows down his own pace; letting the remnants of his orgasm ebb off, but for you, it’s nowhere near over as you slowly ease your fingers from inside of you, wincing at the sudden emptiness.

“Fuck, I, hah, I really… really wanna cum again a-already…” You mumble. “Do you think daddy will spoil me and give me permission to cum again?”

therealchan99: whatever the princess needs

hoshi_tiger_xx: whatever the princess wants more like

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

j__min has donated $100

Seungcheol nods again, this time shaky as he catches his breath. He watches as you reach behind yourself, grabbing one of the plush pillows before you set it in front of you.

You momentarily catch your breath before you swing a leg over it, immediately bunching up the material as you start grinding down on it.

“Ngh, god, wish---wish it was daddy’s thigh instead… buh--but this time… I want daddy to punish me~” You mewl, head thrown back at the pleasure that washes over you in an instant. “I’ve been a bad girl today… I have to make it up to daddy before I get his cock~”

sleepy_wonu: and how would u do that, huh?

gentleman_josh95: think u deserve it?

xcaliburDK: baby doesnt deserve to cum if she’s been bad~

“Noooo~ you have to let me c-cum! I can cum on daddy’s thigh… I’ll cockwarm too~ Just let me cum!” You cry, already feeling your second orgasm closing in fast. “The cold pillow feels nice against my hot body… ‘n I’m so wet still… I’m soaking through the pillow.” You giggle, grinding down hard.

j__min: i can buy u some nice expensive bed sheets for your setup if u want

j__min: just say the word ;)

“Hehe, that’s so kind of you but I already have some at home~” You wink at Seungcheol who looks at you with a confused stare.

You go quiet for a few minutes, getting lost in the pleasure as you grind against the taut pillow. Your moans bounce off the hotel walls; breathy and drawn out.

artist8hao: god ur so pretty i want to paint u so bad

alphagyu97: *IN CUM

gentleman_josh95: we need a pov show once i swear,,, wanna imagine its me

tangerine_kwan: god yes yes please just make it paid content if u dont wanna do it live 

“Hmm~ a POV show? You wanna see my cute pussy filled up with real cock that bad?” You start grinding down harder, feeling the tension in your body already ready to snap when the fabric rubs against your sensitive clit. “I’ve b-been thinking about it more ‘n more and---and I want it too~ Mmh, just thinking about it m-makes me--wanna--wanna c-cum!” You whisper harshly; thighs shaking as you cum hard.

The donations pour in as your orgasm crests; eyes clamped shut as the ringing in your head takes over.

Seugncheol licks his lips, watching with  adoration when you start whimpering; already knowing how tired you’d be once the cameras were off. 

You give it a second as you start coming down from your high, body twitching as you catch your breath. “F-fuck, I--I’m so tired~” You whine cutely, leaning forward as you take a moment to read comments again. 

therealchan99: ur so fuckin pretty when u cum 

kitty_junjun has donated $50

kitty_junjun: such a cute messy girl, bet those sheets r soaking wet 

“Ugh, they really are~ I’m so sorry but I couldn’t help it~” You pout. Seungcheol grins from his seat; a weird sense of pride swelling in his body. You read a few more comments and thank your viewers for their donations; eyes catching one last comment before you say your goodbyes. 

j__min: aww too bad ur dom daddy wasn't around huh? should I replace him? lolol 😏

“Okay guys~ I gotta go and get cleaned up! Maybe I can get rid of the evidence before housekeeping finds it!” You joke, blowing the camera a kiss and a wink before saying goodbye and turning off the stream. 

“You’re incredible.” Seungcheol exhales, tossing the soaked panties back onto the bed just as you slump to the side. 

“Mmm... thanks...” 

Seungcheol pouts watching your sleepy eyes threaten to close, getting up from his chair as he gets himself cleaned off quickly before he tends to you. “What do you usually do after your show ends?” He asks, voice echoing from the attached bathroom. 

“Usually lay here for a bit until I go get cleaned off and then change my bedsheets and then eat a ‘lil before going to bed if I’m hungry.” You chuckle, maneuvering until you’re staring at the ceiling. “Depending on how tired I am though, I’ll sometimes just sleep in my mess and clean up in the morning.” 

“Can you sit up for me?” You nod, seeing Seungcheol coming into view with a bottle of water. 

You can only blush as he smoothes down you mussed hair, urging you to finish the bottle of water before he takes the soiled pillow off of the bed. “Well, the bed seems relatively clean so I don’t think we need to do much evidence hiding other than dealing with this pillow.” He jokes, already tugging the wet fabric off. 

“Are you hungry? Do you want me to call in some room service or something? I can go out and get something too. Or have it delivered? I started running the bath while I was getting cleaned up in there so it should be ready soon.” 

Your heart blooms at Seungcheol’s kindness; warmth filling your body when he helps you up from the bed and to the bathroom. He checks the water’s temperature before he helps you into the tub, immediately sitting on the edge as he watches you relax into the warm water. 

“God, you must be exhausted. I can’t imagine what it’s like to just... be alone after all that and have to do the cleanup. I’d probably just pass out in my own filth.” Seungcheol shakes his head in a joking manner; a doting smile on his face when you seem to enjoy his pampering. 

“Mmhmm... but this is nice... I could get used to this.” 

[mimizepp]

may i request poly bruabba relationship hcs if you’re okay writing that ? 😛

i can never get enough bruabba goddamn i love them so much.. fluff + nsfw hcs and i added some scenarios for how the relationship came to be just for some fic practice i guess? enjoy !!! (also sorry my nsfw headcanons are never great but i tried)

poly bruabba relationship hcs

- bruno and abbacchio always saw their soon to be s/o in libeccio, alone most days but sometimes joined by a friend or two. they sat at a table relatively close to + facing the entrance, visible to anybody walking in 

- half due to suspicion, abbacchio always made unbreaking eye contact with s/o. it wasn’t anything threatening but he surely didn’t make himself appear too friendly. the way s/o never failed maintain this mutual gaze intrigued abbacchio, enough to tell bruno about this strangely sexy person of interest

- bruno was equally compelled to s/o, and even started to subtly express his interest once he and abba discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship

- bruno would slow down as he passed by s/o, just barely dragging a long finger along the table as he gave a soft, bidding smile. abba would follow behind, a mellower expression than usual, which s/o returned

- little bouts of small talk sprouted from this, s/o charming the hell out of bruno and abbacchio. s/o would occasionally join abbacchio outside for a quiet smoke, which he thought to be quite endearing

- for a while s/o never joined bruno nor abbacchio for a proper meal, as they were always with their associates or whatnot. it was a tad disappointing and s/o almost felt as if this friendliness between the three would never become anything more, but one morning bruno and abbacchio walked in libeccio, abba going the usual way and bruno approaching s/o

- ‘cara/caro, would you care to join us somewhere more private?’

- after melting under that sweet, familiar voice of reason, s/o gladly followed. in the private area sat abbacchio at a table in the corner, bruno escorting s/o to a seat beside him. abbacchio smirked and poured s/o a cup of (NON PISS) tea before questioning them about loads of things

- before s/o knew it, they were in a poly relationship with two of the sexiest gang members in italy

fluff

- abbacchio softens up a bunch and always has this understated, loving expression when with bruno and s/o

- bruno becomes even more of a mommy and loooves babying s/o and abba on their days off

- YES THIS MEANS HE LETS THEM SIT AROUND AS HE DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM IT’S HIS PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE AND ITS SO SWEET

- if he’s been overworked due to passione business, s/o and abba like to take care of him for the day so he can unwind 

- bruno and abba feel really bad that they have to leave s/o for work so often so they’re always calling to check in + love bringing little gifts home for their s/o

- if bruno and abba come home exhausted / beat from work they’ll cuddle up with s/o and form a little bruabba nap sandwich for a little while

- if s/o’s back is ever turned, either bruno or abba will be going in for a soft little embrace just for a few moments (or longer if they feel like chatting and swaying for a bit)

- bruno and abba love bringing s/o to libeccio, whether it’s to accompany them in meetings with the bucci boys or just for a comfortable meal together (it also just reminds them of how this beautiful little relationship came to be)

- btw the bucci boys really like s/o + love how abbacchio softens up when s/o is present (saves giorno from constant berating and glares)

- little comforting things with hands are all the pda abba is able to tolerate (there will be arms wrapped around waists, hands resting on lower backs, and hands held AT ALL TIMES)

- s/o and bruno love teasing abba and like to kiss one another in public, just to see if he will want to get a peck of his own (leone usually doesn’t induldge himself when they’re out but will defo be glaring with an eyebrow raised until s/o and bruno stop)

- one time s/o just went for it and placed a little kiss on abbacchio’s cheek + bruno took a photo just as abba’s face was its deepest shade of red

- if any single one of the lot is sleepy, all three are required to cuddle up and get cozy (it’s an unspoken poly bruabba rule)

- the same goes for little kisses at home. if abba gets three, then bruno gets three... etc.

- s/o and bruno often wake before abba and love surprising him with breakfast in bed :,)

- just once did abba wake up super early and try to surprise his babies with a meal... he burnt everything and was later found on the kitchen floor sipping a glass of wine and eating a blackened piece of toast

- abbacchio likes doing his hair and makeup in the quiet company of s/o + bruno (who will be doing whatever necessary to make sure his braid + bob are up to par)

- abbacchio sometimes gets really indecisive and asks s/o and bruno if he should try out his black or green lipstick, but he always ends up going with his safe choice despite anything said (light purple)

- on lazy days at home abba ties his hair back loosely and wears a large tshirt with boxer briefs and some comfy ass slippers + bruno has his hair styled very slightly and wears a cute little sweater with comfy pj pants. s/o wears one of abba’s large tshirts with just undies underneath as well as some fuzzy socks

- bruno is often dreaming of having children with s/o and abba + really wants to have a nice little house to raise them in the countryside someday

- dates are usually planned by bruno, who loves having s/o and abba in cute family-owned restaurants or niche little locations that he knows his babies would adore

- abbacchio has planned several wine tasting dates along with a few afternoon picnics. he always takes s/o and bruno to this quiet, secluded park that has the loveliest view

- sometimes abba and s/o tirelessly try to come up with ways to surprise bruno + thank him for all his hard work as a milf, and they normally end up trying to cook his favorite meal (bruno is so grateful for this even if it doesn’t taste the nicest.. he loves the sentiment though and his heart feels so FULL)

- bruno says ‘i love you’ not only through his words, but also with his touch. s/o can always tell when bruno is embracing them in a way that communicates such a feeling, whether it be a kiss on the forehead or the squeeze of a hand. he most often likes to stand behind s/o with his hands on their hips, so he can lean in to kiss their cheek and bring his arms around their waist and hug them as tight as possible

- abba says ‘i love you’ with his eyes and facial expressions. whenever doing daily / domestic tasks with s/o, abba holds the warmest, most adoring look on his face as he looks at his dearest. s/o always meets his eyes and blushes before reminding abba how much they love him, to which abba responds with a light ‘mm’ full of intimacy

nsfw

- as much as s/o abba and bruno hate to admit it... jealousy and lust are MAJOR players in the bedroom

- bruno gave s/o more attention than he gave abbacchio? abba’s making sure he gets his share of it and has the two follow his every demand + won’t let them finish until they’re begging for it with tears in their eyes

- so many hickies / love bites EVERYWHERE

- also loads of purple kisses will be all over s/o and bruno’s chests

- abbacchio loooves having s/o take him from behind as bruno plays with himself (and vice-versa)

- ‘bruno can’t wait for his turn to get inside you... i know you’d love that, you fucking whore.’

- abbacchio likes being pegged by bruno while giving s/o oral more than he’d like to admit + still won’t let s/o or bruno finish until he wants them to

- whenever pegged by bruno or s/o he usually gets super bratty and loves being punished with many slaps on the ass / accross his face

- shibari.

- abba will intricately tie s/o with their hands bound behind their back. he and bruno will have a liiittle too much fun teasing s/o until they’re nearly crying +  begging one of the two to fuck them senseless

- if bruno ever gets to take the lead he makes it much slower and intimate most times, focusing loads on foreplay

- he likes having s/o and abba wear blindfolds so they never know where his next touch will come from + is always down to tease with some nipple play

- looooves lightly tracing his fingers down s/o and abba’s torsos until he reaches their inner thighs and watching his babies shudder beneath him

- if s/o or abba ever whine during foreplay or lean into his touch, bruno will punish them by making the other cum first and then edging the impatient party until he’s satisfied

- ‘hm, it seems you’re coming close, amore mio.’ he will cease movement completely and smirk, ‘i’ll let you finish soon enough.’

- abbacchio likes cumming inside s/o or bruno, but doesn’t mind having to pull out and finish in their mouth or on their chest

- bruno loooves finishing all over s/o and abbacchio while they have their mouths wide open and waiting for him

- as for what happens after sexytime, abba is the first to get sleepy and ask s/o to cuddle + bruno goes and gets towels and some glasses of water for his two favorite people

- s/o bruno and abba will cuddle for a little while and make sure each of the three is satisfied and soothed + then they’ll all lovingly drift off to sleep at some point during the night

- they will all be showering together quite sensually in the morning with plenty of sudsy groping

[lime-gutz]

The mercs with a SO with telekinetic abilities? Kinda like Stephen King’s Carrie White ( can usually control it but sometimes will go into a trance and cause all sorts of anarchy when horribly overwhelmed) If you don’t want to do all of them how about medic, scout, and spy :3

OOOOOOO okay that concept sounds really fucking interesting. As we all know the tf2 universe is wack as hell and so like, yeah this concept..

Let's get general hcs out of the way before going into specifics with each of the 3 to give everyone a better understanding of like...my thought process??? (I'll mention the other ones in passing through this but I'll be focusing on the specific 3 you've given me).

I imagine if there was such a 10th class, one that is telekinetic, I'll be calling them the Telepath as their class name, I assume would have gotten such an ability through means of. Well. Obviously telekinesis is very not normal so this could go lots of ways, taking into account that you mention specifically causing anarchy when overwhelmed/experiencing a breakdown I wanna be fun and say the Telepath got this ability in the form of a curse. (For what? Idk have fun with deciding, I'd like to hear!)

I would like to say they've been experiencing this curse for years of their life and had grown old enough with it to the point of knowing how to keep such an ability in check as, when not doing that it could lead to dire consequences. That being in the form of a completely wrecked house or general surroundings.

So by the time they were employed as a mercenary they are well fitted with the knowledge of how they know it works, how they personally deal with it, how far this ability can really go as in they know their limits, and how to control/keep themselves in check as to not break anything..doesn't mean that absolutely nothing happens of course but for the most part, is able to keep things unbroken.

Now, with that out of the way, let's get into the 3 specific mercs you've picked for me to talk about.

Medic:

(General)

You had his attention ever since he read the words "Telekinetic" on your papers that were given for him to observe any medical records! He was excited to meet you..and experiment on/with you specifically. No doctor just has patients with telekinesis!! He's most definitely going to take every opportunity he can to run experiments on you to see just how much the difference goes between you and just a normal human subject.

Practically bouncing on the heels of his feet, his hand lightly shaking under your firm hold of a handshake, an unsettling grin on his features as you both shook has when you first met but..again! He was excited and eager to start whenever he can with the experiments he has planned.

Insanely talkative with you during said experiments. He gets like this when he's eager to devour any knowledge and experience he can get his bloodied hands on..and talking helps him think more. He can talk about just. Super casual things that has nothing to do with what he's doing or talking about what he's doing in the moment (although you're not sure if it's for your sake or if it's just a habit he does for himself.)

Finds it absolutely rejuvenating to watch you fight on the field. You're really something! It's glorious to see your telekinesis abilities in action, while your abilities can only do so much, the much it could do was such a sight! Ohoho!! How you can break enemy bones, their blood decorating the hot sandy grounds of the desert, how you can use the rough terrain to your advantage and gain the upper hand..You're thrilling to watch.

While he can see some restraint on your part when it comes to keeping your emotions in check the best way you possibly can, (as he is well aware of what can come of you becoming wildly overwhelmed) He still chooses to work with you more on how to better your ways of doing so...better??

He's not the most patient man, not by a wide margin or patient in any sense of the word, he has to understand that it also wouldn't be wise to just. Fly off the handle when getting frustrated with you in particular for whatever reason as doing so would result in a completely wrecked base. He keeps this in mind because once they've all experienced such an attack its not really something that you can really forget ya know? That's not to say he's softer with you when talking to you or being less blunt but he can show some restraint on his own emotions just a bit for you.

(Romantic)

-apologies if the telekinetics aren't really talked about here, I feel like overall telekinetics are used more so on the battle field and not for everything the Telepath does

Realizes that overall, you've done a good job managing yourself when it comes to being grounded and staying calm in situations where he could even say he probably wouldn't be as calm. Accompany this with you willingly working with him to find perhaps even better solutions to better dealing with it and you then gain just a bit of admiration on the "doctor's" part.

I view Medic as someone who's generally more willing to let looser when he's around someone he's particularly close with. More fun, less...serious if you will?? Sure he's generally jovial and not serious, but I imagine he's even more so when around company he actually enjoys being around so it's no surprise it's what he started doing with you if you both actually gained a bit of a friendship.

It's a common occurrence to see you both messing with each other in a playful manner, nothing downright cruel or mean, just playful. Ex. When he tries the "Ohoho! You can't possibly reach what you're wanting! Look at how short you are compared to me!" Being a tall man and holding something out of your reach to which using your telepathetic abilities you're able to slip said thing out of his hands quite easily, which leaves the man chuckling as he means it all in good fun.

If you're sitting there like "wtf I want some soft stuff too give it to me you bitch" I reply "okay man mfuck" and give you the softer stuff like, right now. Never fails to get a small smile out of him if you were to use your telekinetics to just brush a stray hair our of his face and smooth it back in place to keep his hair neat. Or if you use it to push his spectacles gently back on his face correctly and no longer crooked on his nose.

Enjoys just the simple touches such as you hooking his arm with yours as he works for a little bit if the work he's doing doesn't require a lot of movement, or just a simple kiss to his cheeks and nose..maybe a peck to his lips if he's busy with something. Not to say he doesn't enjoy more lingering touches when he's not horribly busy however!

Quite enjoys laying his head against yours and leaning some of his body weight onto yours and you doing the same back to him as to balance the both of you out into something more comfortable. He finds that your presence is good to have while he works, helps him feel down to earth and less tightly wrapped in his spiels of thoughts.

Scout:

(General)

Finds that your presence and abilities are both handy on field, although he insists you're not as good as him..he's not gonna not give you credit for how utterly fucking cool it is to see someone use something that resembles literal super powers!! But! He also finds your skills useful for playing any tricks on an unsuspecting teammate...if you're in on it of course, if not he'll complain and whine to you that you should at least try it with him and to think of how cool and funny it would be if you did.

Beg you to do things like, for instance, could you make him fly in the air? Your abilities can only go so far of course and not wanting to disappoint, you were successful!...for a few minutes before his ass flopped onto the floor and he got a bloody nose. However as if blood was not dripping from his face currently he was insistent that they have got to try it again sometime!! Flying felt so cool!!

Probably the teammate who has the most interest in your abilities solely for the fact he thinks it's super cool and only thinks of cool ways for you to use it cause..c'mon!!! He doesn't understand why you wouldn't just use it all the time it would make SO many things easier!!

In an attempt to understand you as a person better and how you live with such an ability he's keen on asking questions if you don't get annoyed with him asking so many and then shooing him off. His questions are more so for curiosity and getting to know you reasons as opposed to Medic's who curiosity was mostly scientific.

He's a dude who has a sense of longing to have..someone to like/relate to. Someone to trust and call his friend! And if you're able to show him that you're someone who can deal with his antics, questions, and things that others will find annoying but are things you accept of him..hey man. You got his loyalty and friendship. Take good care of that.

He really likes to talk about just a bunch of things if you're someone he considers a friend. He's not holding back! He's gonna let you hear all of thoughts he has in the world! Or..talk to you about more serious things that only you as friends would share with each other and no one else perhaps...his worries with his mom and knucklehead brothers, or you and your worries.

(Romantic)

Scout is someone that could be described as super touchy with those he feels close enough to. Which st this base, he doesn't consider anybody quite close enough for anyone to ever see. 'Cept you of course. Growing closer to Scout he's way more comfortable wrapping an arm over your shoulders, giving you side hugs, bumping your side with his affectionately and such.

Okay in his defense with that date he tried to set up with Pauling he totally wasn't expecting a giant fucking mutant bread to come and attack the lot of them so, technically while Spy considers him a failure in the department of wooing women the set up of the date wasn't....horrible???? I mean. It looked like a prom yeah but hey! He's learned a thing or 2 from that experience and so he's more likely to have something at least slightly suited more to your tastes since he's gotten to know you better.

You like to push his cap over his eyes quickly with just a flick of your telekinesis before battle starts, leaving him to laugh and fix it before he quickly and effortlessly catches right back up to you anyways. It's okay though, he gets you back later by pressing a cold beer to your neck if the battle is won.

If given the go ahead by you he'll sit with you somewhere and have either an arm draped over your shoulder or your head on his chest as drones on and on about whatever it is he's currently thinking about. He likes talking, and you like listening to him talk even if you don't follow every single thing he says, you get some comfort out of it.

He won't admit to anyone..but you maybe, that your a huge softspot he has. Like, his family is his softspot..and with family that includes his mom, his brothers, and you to some extent, and he'll be sure to remind you every now and again that he's loyal to you and only you. You can trust him when tells you, but reminding you about that fact never hurts!

Overall, he trusts and loves you to the fullest and he can only hope that you return both of those in full back to him. He's indulged the most information about himself personally and his worries to you and only you, and you've done the same for him.

Spy:

(General)

Standoffish with you in your initial meeting. Your first impression of him was one you couldn't really say was kind or nice in anyway. While the man wasn't downright cruel he still couldn't be described as nice. After all, he did blow smoke in your face upon initial meeting. However, you didn't return this first impression in kind back as you were quick to gather the smoke blown at you in a sphere kind of shape and have it blown right back in his own face, his expression souring quite a bit.

He can be mad all he wants, but you let it be known on your first meeting that you're not letting yourself get pushed around. Something that while not in that moment, he grows to appreciate and admire that you're not gonna let people like him walk all over you.

Once you've proven your worth as a teammate to be welcomed on the team by proving yourself in the face of battle, he's lightens up on you considerably. He views his actions as a sort of..tough love kind of situation if you will. He figures that, if you're really deemed fit enough to have your own spot on the team with the rest of them..then he has no need to keep being tough on you as he thinks it would no longer be necessary if you're already here to stay correct?

Finds some of your antics when using your telekinesis amusing..not that he would admit that out loud of course. You swear you might of heard a sucking in of breath to laugh, soft chuckles, or hell even a few snorts from this man a few times when you mess with people but..you also didn't have proof it was him so you wouldn't know completely.

Has admitted to you at one point that you were more tolerable to be around as opposed to the other teammates, not to say that none of them could hold good conversation no, but most could get a bit tiring to socialize with and it was quick to make him want to reside back in his smoking room. You however, were someone he can actually bear to talk to for more than an hour.

Can also admire your skill and how well in check you can keep yourself, it shows serious restraint on your part and that's not so easy for everyone. He finds it admirable that you try so hard as to not cause any kind of harm to anyone or break anything.

(Romantic)

Okay dunno if you can tell but this guy is very much not a low key kind of partner. He's one to shell out quite a pretty penny on gifts he knows you'll enjoy or dates he takes you on. It's a love language of his.

Is also not low key at all when it comes to affection much in public. Hand holding, kisses to the corner of your mouth, kisses to your hands and forehead, the works of that sort but is sure to not overwhelm you if you're not to heavy on that.

You can give the love back whenever you're on the base, super simple things that sure, aren't as out there as Spy's but are gestures he can appreciate no matter how small they are. Using your telekinesis to fetch him a lighter from across the room as to not have him get up to retrieve it, or to use it to tidy up his tie or flick dust and dirt off of his pristine suit.

You find that although unwilling to part with too much information himself, he's very much listening to things you have to say. A sharp eared good listener if you will, he supposes all of those years of eavesdropping on his end has done him some good as he's very much still listening even though he may be occupied with something.

Indulges himself in your company far more than anyone else. Mostly in the dark evenings as he's usually off doing his own things after battle whatever those things may be. Isn't one to talk about work when everyone is clearly not having to do it as of right now, he just wants to wind down at least a tad (as he never allows himself to completely relax as that would pose a danger to the kind of job he has of course.)

Finds that your a good reading partner, not for reading out loud to or you reading out loud for him but, you're someone good to be around if you wish to work around someone who has a bit of life around them as although silent in speech you're not silent in activities that don't require talking. Reading for example, you don't speak but you're also not silent, your soft breathing, maybe the quiet whistle of your nose as you breath out, the light sound of your bouncing your leg against fabric, or just the sound of rustling and turning pages. It calms him.

[sunrise-lou]

The Romantic

Ft. Lee Donghyuck x Reader / Zhong Chenle x Reader

Word count. 3k

Warnings. Fluff, tiny amount of angst, mostly  gender neutral but there are a handful of ‘he’ and ‘his’, Haechan playboy Au basically

AU: College / Unrequited love / Love Triangle / Song Lyric

Songs: ‘The One The Got Away’ Katy Perry + ‘I Feel The Love’ Tritonal / R5

Edit: I just got home from a closing shift and the paragraphs were all mixed around??? I have no idea how it happened, so I’m reuploading it- hopefully it’s fine this time

❥ - Wednesday 15th

"Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if we dated, rather than me just going out with any guy or girl that asks me out, then leaves when they get bored"

Face flushing as he jolted up from his previous hunched position, Y/n turns to his childhood friend, "Excuse me Hyuck, but, what the fuck?"

"You know," Donghyuck inhales before continuing "if you and I got together or at least tried out what I do so often."

"I thought you had a girlfriend this week?" You mumble back to him, sounding more like a statement than a question.

"I do, but I doubt it'll last long, and you should know I was just joking when I said we should date." Donghyuck laughed in between his ramblings, "We're too close to date anyway."

"Yeah, you're right" You say back, under your breath.

 "Zhong!"

You jump at the shouting.

"Lee! L/n!"

You flickered your eyes up, smiling when you see rich kid extraordinaire and the other third of this friendships heart, Zhong Chenle, jogging in your and Donghyuck's direction.

"Hello Lele," you greet quietly, leaning back on your palms.

"How are you?" Donghyuck basically shouts before you get a chance too say the same.

 "I'm in trouble, my parents are getting on my back about improving my skills with instruments" He yelled before dropping to his knees and pretending to faint into your collective laps.

"Welp, I've already filled my daily quota for dramatic and annoying Chenle events with our class earlier," The older of the three says, "I'm gonna hop over and grab a drink from the cafeteria and visit my darling for this week." Hyuck promptly slides Chenle's legs from his lap and stands, before dusting off the grass from his jeans.

"I shall be back." He finishes, not bothering to turn to look at either of you, and instead just walking towards the pavement.

 After watching Donghyuck walk away, Chenle rolls off of you quickly, almost like his idea was to pester him till he had left.

"So, how did the planned confession go-"

"Horrible" You let out before falling back and laying in the grass.

"He mentioned his 'darling for this week' and he was single on Friday" Chenle complained, rolling his eyes during his air quotations.

 "You've been trying to confess for, what, 3, 4, maybe 5 weeks now and he's almost never single long enough for it NOT to be awkward! Can I ask who this week?"

"A girl from his Hospitality class, she's friends with the guy he dated last semester" You explain, resting your arm over your eyes to block out the sun. "He joked about us dating before you got here, I'm thankful you showed up when you did, I think I would've cried if that conversation continued" You finished, voice cracking midway through the later part of the sentence.

 Chenle gives you an almost pitying look and shuffles closer, grabbing hold of your free hand so he can swing it around in attempt to distract you from Donghyuck.

"Actually!" Shouting as you sit up, wanting to change the topic.

"I want to join the senior talent show, but I want to do it acoustic…"

The 'rich kid' hums, raising his eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're about to ask.

“Please, please, please can you play the guitar for me?” You plead, immediately turning on the puppy eyes.

 Chenle quickly turns away knowing your tactics by now.

“What do I get out of helping you?” he asks plainly, eyes scrunched shut as to avoid your infamous puppy eyes

“I’ll bring snacks to the practice sessions and if we’re both free after the sessions, maybe we could go for ice cream, not to mention practice for your instrumental talents- just like your parents want~.”

“That ice cream part sounded an awful lot like a date,” He coos back as you teasingly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you took your other hand and encased his, “Please, President Zhong Chenle, I’m begging you!”

Scoffing at the ridiculous nickname, Chenle smiled “Fine! But I want those ice cream dates!”

 “Dates? Are you two dating behind my back?” A third voice emerges.

Both of you spin to see a familiar boy, walking towards you.

“So, are you? I’m upset you never told me...” Donghyuck exclaims in an almost sarcastic voice, clutching at where his heart should be.

Laughing the elder makes his way from the pavement and plops down onto the grass, in front of you two.

You blink at him, confused, before looking down at your hands and essentially throwing Chenle’s hands at himself.

“Ow, the fuck Y/n, why did you yeet my own hands at me?”

  ❥ - Monday 20th

“I can’t believe you picked up an entire quarter of the song over the weekend! And then played it almost flawlessly every time!” You shout to your friend, your back to him as you lock the door to the music room you had booked to practice in during your free time.

“I know, I’m pretty impressive, aren’t I?” He boasts, earning a snort from your smiling figure.

“What about that ice cream you promise, or are you busy?” Chenle nudged you, crossing his fingers that you were free so he had an excuse to continue being in your company, as well as eat ice cream.

Beginning your walk back to the Student Services Desk, you mention your plans with Donghyuck later.

“Aww, okay Y/n, maybe after the next session-“

DING! VRRT, VRRT.

“Hold up, Lele,” you mumble, retrieving your phone from your pocket and unlocking it.

 Sighing as you discard your phone back into your back pocket, “Never mind, I guess, it’s a cancel plans relationship this week. So, I’m about to get really lonely…”

Chenle rolls his eyes once you look back at him, expressing his own disappointment in your mutual friend, “How about I pay for ice cream today instead?” he says, awkward smile on his face in attempt to make you feel better.

“Thank you Lele,” you mumble back to him with a shy smile “Donghyuck has always flip flopped his relationship status and I’ve followed him around with heart eyes for ages, but you, Chenle, seem to have been a constant throughout my life… So, really, thank you.”

 Chenle glances in your direction, flustered smile on his face, bright enough to match his red cheeks, you pretend not to notice, but you do and it makes you feel some kind of way.

What you didn’t notice was the pure looks of adoration he seemed to shoot your way anytime you yelled happily or exaggerated a story that included your interests.

  ❥ - Friday 24th

A chime echoes through the ice cream parlour as you walk in, ‘Hellos’ and ‘Welcome backs’ are heard from the familiar faces that work there and you wave back to the happily, after all this was your and Chenle’s fifth weekday in a row visiting for ice cream.

You and your best friend waltz over to an empty booth near the counter, somewhere near the back too, it’s usually the seat you sit in whenever you frequent the parlour.

 “Sooo,”

“Wait! Before you say anything- I actually bought this a little while ago, mostly as a huge ‘thank you’ for helping me with this, but also because you’re also my best friend…” Quickly you turn to rummage through, grabbing a little plastic bag out and from that bag a small cheaply made bracelet  with a locket on attached to it.

“I know it’s super cheap and flimsy, but here…” You finish, before slowly sliding the locket across the table.

“Y/n, you- you didn’t have to. I would’ve said ‘yes’ to playing the song regardless of all your little bribes.” He tries to fret the unimportance of him helping you with your performance, all while carefully tying the bracelet around his left wrist.

You lift up your arm and rest your chin on the palm of your hand, showing off your matching bracelet by jingling it beforehand.

 Before you know it, you’re looking at the same flustered face from earlier in the week, only this time you go just as red if not redder, in the face.

Both of you scoffing and laughing to hide the slight awkwardness of the embarrassing situation, “Hey, wait- isn’t that Hyuck?” your friend asks.

You turn to him, then in the direction he is now pointing to.

“Yep, that’s him alright,” you sigh, “why this of all places.” You growl as you pull at your face to exaggerate you distaste.

“If we ignore them maybe they won’t try to talk to us- wait, no, Donghyuck has spotted us and is walking in this direction, maybe if you look away, he won’t recognise your back.” Chenle chuckles, now clearly finding the situation funny.

You click you tongue and roll your eyes at him, a hand slapping down onto your shoulder, causing you to jump. “Jesus, why!” You yell and turn to glare at your childhood friend.

 “So, you two are dating~” Donghyuck smirks, before also jumping as his newest fling hooks their arms together, he drops his hand from your shoulder and you frown.

“I got us both mint choc and boba ice cream!” His date mentions, side eyeing you the whole time, you and Chenle glance at each other, knowing Donghyuck isn’t particularly fond of mint ice cream but opting to not tell her.

  ❥ - Saturday 25th

  ❥ - Tuesday 4th

  ❥ - Monday 3rd

You shuffled your feet as you stood in front of your locker, the showcase was getting closer, you were getting more and more nervous, surprisingly it had been nearly 3 weeks since Donghyuck and the girl had started going out.

You hadn’t learnt her name, you didn’t think you had to, but now it’s still going you guessed you should at least ask… right?

“Hey Y/n!” You turn to the voice and here comes prince charming himself, “Sorry, I haven’t hung out with you or Chenle lately, Ha-Won has been basically taking up all my time.”

You nod back to him with a tight-lipped smile, “It’s fine Donghyuck, Chenle and I have been pretty busy with our own stuff.”

The two of you stood there awkwardly, it was usually comfortable silence with him, but it was different today, not a different you liked either. You just wished Chenle would run up and ease the tension that seemed to only grow the longer you were in your crushes’ presents.

RIIING! RIIING!

Reaching up to close your locker, Donghyuck noticed the locket around your wrist and furrowed his brows. “When did you get a new locket, what happened to our locket necklace you had?”

“I bought them a while back, Chenle has the other one. That’s besides the point… What do you mean ‘what happened to ours’?” You made sure to air quote that last part.

“Matching lockets was our fucking thing.”  He pouts in reply, kicking the ground.

 “Excuse me, a lot of people do lockets, it’s not an exclusive thing. Not to mention, you haven’t worn yours for nearly a month! I don’t want to argue about this.” You turn away, trying not to notice the other students giving you two weird looks and begin to walk away.

Donghyuck has other ideas though, trailing after you.  “C’Mon Y/n, just because I never wear it doesn’t mean I don’t still have it! You said Chenle has one, but I never see him wearing it when we walk past each other!” He yells, grabbing onto your arm so you will look him in the eyes.

Naturally you look away, only to see a smiling Chenle running in your directions, he’s waving his arm in the air and you see he’s wearing the bracelet today. Assuming he took you asking why he hasn’t worn it to heart.

 You rip your arm from your childhood friends’ grip and step back to stand almost behind Chenle, Chenle cocks an eyebrow, sensing the butter thick tension.

“What’s- what’s going on between you two?” He asks with a light chuckle.

“This doesn’t concern you Zhong.” Hyuck spits, making Chenle furrow his brows too.

You laugh back at him, “Ha! This doesn’t concern him? You’re the one getting upset over a locket! It was a ‘thank you’ for him helping me with something I’m working on, but you would know that if you were ever around anymore.”

“I said I was sorry! Okay?!”

Both you and Chenle go wide eye at the shouting, Chenle lifts his am up to almost put a barrier in front of you.

“Donghyuck, I think this friendship needs to take a break…” Chenle mumbles.

“Don’t talk to us, we’ll talk to you when we’re ready…”  You add eyes tearing up and linking your arm with Lele’s, prompting him to continue the walk back to your class.

Leaving Donghyuck standing there to think about his actions and words.

  ❥ - Friday 7th

“I still can’t believe you chose to sing something so cheesy.” Chenle chuckles while helping you set up the microphones for your little performance.

You notice more and more people begin to walk into the assembly hall of the college campus, you knew this place was really only used for Performing Arts and the annual ‘Senior only Talent Show’. It was always nice seeing it being used.

“What do you mean, matey? Katy Perry’s older music can’t be beat.” You laugh in retort.

You dust off the chair Chenle would be sitting in, then yourself before looking up at the almost full seating area, locking eyes with Donghyuck. He smiles and waves, you turn away to test out the microphone.

 You clear your throat and speak into the microphone, “Hello- Oh, it is working. Hey everyone, I’m L/n, a senior obviously, I’ll be announcing the people performing today, as well as next Friday and then the Finale on the 21st.”

“So, first up actually, is me and Zhong Chenle…  I hope you enjoy it.”

You trotted over to fix the mic height for Chenle’s guitar and then walked back over to your own.

 ‘Summer after high school when we first met- ‘

Occasionally throughout the song you would glance over at Donghyuck, each time he seemed more and more surprised, you really hoped he realised you were basically singing at him.

‘Never planned that one day, I’d be losing you. In another life, I would be your boy~’

You sung and finally locked your gazed with Donghyuck, smiling sadly, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Donghyuck’s look of realisation didn’t seem to settle the butterflies in your stomach, you turned to Chenle, seeing him focused on making this performance perfect for you.

It clicked.

“It’s time to face the music you’re no longer my muse.” You turn back to sing towards the audience, you hear a wrong cord play from Chenle, he hadn’t known you intended on changing the lyrics, then again neither did you.

‘Can’t replace you with a million rings’ Clutching the locket around your wrist.

“I’m glad I never told you, what you meant to me.” You were honestly beginning to tear up a little, but you only wiped them away quickly with your sleeve.

‘Cause now I pay the price’ You turn back to look at Chenle, you’re both smiling at each other like two silly children in love.

He looked at you like you were his world- his universe, you have his heart in the palm of your hands.

‘We keep all our promises, be us against the world’

“So now I get to say, I was the one that got away.” You slowly finish the song, smiling back at the crowd and waving at Donghyuck, who had by now, risen out of his seat.

 The crowd erupts out in an applause, they had not only witnessed a near perfect performance (minus Chenle’s little cord mix-up thanks to your surprise), but they saw two of the schools most notable students fall in love.

You waited for the crowd to calm down, before speaking into the microphone again, “So, I guess it was good-“ Some whistles and ‘yays’ sound throughout the hall, “thank you, I appreciate it, I actually prepared another song, that doesn’t involve Chenle. However, I would like the ask him to stay seated up here on stage.” You tilt your head towards him, and he cocks an eyebrow, still smiling though.

 ‘I've gone too many nights, chasing the shadow of your silhouette’ You’re tapping your foot on the wooden stage floor, it echoes louder than you had anticipated but it’s appreciated.

‘Stumbling through the crowd, feet lifting off the ground looking for you’ Midway through the line, you lift the microphone from it’s stand and walk over to your friend.

You smile at his face being beet red, and hold out your hand for him to take. He stands up and laces your fingers together. Chenle recognises this song, he had shown it to you not even a week ago, during an instrumental pause he whispers if he could sing along and you happily nod.

‘Standing here face to face, nothing to lose, I won't look back now’

‘I feel the love, I wanna get to know you’ He sings, tightening his grip on your hand and you respond the same way.

‘It's not over tonight, stay in this moment, we can hide away’

‘Cause they're gonna turn on the lights’

‘But we're burning bright, no, we'll never fade’ You sing together.

 Once the second song had come to a close, another round of applause sounded.

Both you and Chenle walked back over to the microphone stand, hand in hand, placing the mic back in its rightful place.

Throughout the remainder of the night, as well as the following Talent Shows you and Chenle MC’d together, always holding hands, smiling widely and joyful. Though the two of you never made it to the finals, because, let’s face it- with a performing arts department, you kind of have to be a bit more prepared than a guitar and a love story.

Neither of you seemed to mind though, but it will be a fun story to tell if anyone asks how the two of you got together.

[vintage-story-time]

Her Mother's Lover

Chapter 2

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had

finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically

through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the

table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to

go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Minna said

looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of

father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can

use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh mother," Charisse said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I

guess I'm going to surprise both of you . . . I mean I'm still so tired

for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed

early!"

"All right, dear," her mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I

do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little

pale to me."

"I intend to mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say

hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until

it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for - I'd keep you

company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I

haven't had for ages." -

Charisse spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed

from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of

Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures - her favorite still

being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine

glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked goddesses held her

interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all

showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her mother talking to someone on the

phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she

listened. Her mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice,

someone who was a stranger to Charisse.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight . . .

but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the

house with some kind of an excuse . . . "

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see

each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Minna laughed in her rich contralto and then hung

up.

Charisse replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Minna should

he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice.

Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in

the scrap-books? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if

it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Charisse that

her adored mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to

a mere man . . .

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her

body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into

the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took

it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and

then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the

slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests

arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the

party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making

enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the

commotion, Charisse opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in

the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her mother was in the

hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a

mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the

Mantells for years and Charisse remembered him with feelings of

distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been

feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on

her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his

elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding titties.

He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Charisse knew that

he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs

the way he did when her father and mother were in the apartment, she

wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had

never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he

would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't

care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Cora Lennard, who was an attractive

brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well- preserved body.

Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy

on the mascara and lipstick. What Charisse disliked about Cora was her

constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She

affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way

that nothing could break down.

Her mother and Cora were deep in conversation in the hallway near her

bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "woman- talk" she was

surprised to see Cora press against her mother's body. One of her hands

descended to Minna's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was

actually grasping one of her mother's breasts - and squeezing it! Her

mother surprised her by covering Cora's hand on her breast with her own,

and smilingly removing Cora's hand from her ass, she whispered something

to her. Cora's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big

white teeth. Amazed, Charisse watched her mother lead Cora into her

bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Charisse tiptoed to the

door of her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was

streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Charisse knew from

secretly watching her mother undress and give herself beauty treatments

before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if

a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and

then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those

gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where

there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing

through the door. There was her mother lying back on the bed, her

expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her

beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle,

the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The

sight of her mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush

hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her mother laugh and say,

"You'll have to make this one a quickie, Cora darling. If we stay up

here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Minna. Is Mr. Dildo

still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Cora go to the drawer and take out a

peculiar looking harness - it looked just like a garter- belt with a

huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Cora lift up her dress,

remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the

object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Charisse recognized it for what it

was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the

two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Minna," she heard Cora say, breathing heavily. "You

know I like to feel them!"

As her mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their

huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Cora's questing hands.

Cora began to knead them and she could see her mother's nipples

stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her titties.

She saw her mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished

invitation. Cora leaned forward between her mother's legs and with a

grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Minna's moist

vagina.

As Cora began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her mother's

pussy, she could hear her mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Cora's

movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing

of the two women's bodies. Her mother began to moan as if she were in

some kind of pain, while Cora's breathing sounded as if she were running

a race.

Suddenly she heard her mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Cora darling, shove

it all the way up my hole . . . ah . . . all the way up . . . I want to

feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Charisse knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough

lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that

it was a very immoral thing called Lesbianism that just didn't happen

among nice people. Yet here was her own mother being sexually entered by

a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of

her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing

into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry"

it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But

this sounded as if her mother were actually enjoying the big red prick

that Cora was shoving in and out of her vagina with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now . . . oh . . . keep ramming that prick up my

cunt . . . I just love it, darling . . . oohh . . . "

She was fascinated as she watched Cora fucking her mother. They were

hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if

nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something

forbidden and terribly immoral - who could ever imagine such a thing

between her adored mother and that loud brassy Cora Lennard!"

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Cora ask her mother. "Is he far

enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Cora, you're tickling my uterus right now - you can't go any

further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Cora's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster

and faster up her mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that

she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her

panties and felt that her crotch was all wet . . .

She still wondered how her mother could let a crude woman like Cora do

such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the

right to put his prick into her mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on

the bed. Charisse felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch

as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her mother practically

shriek. Charisse was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the

sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her mother's

body.

Unconsciously Charisse's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the

cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers

under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when

she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she

watched Cora's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began

working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her mother's

cunt-juice, rammed in and out of Minna's bushy twat. Charisse worked her

own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high

between her cuntlips.

"I'm coming, Cora, please fuck faster, I'm coming so good, Cora doll . .

. all the way up now!" her mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed

the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly

- "I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't

that feel good?"

Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as

they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm

Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white,

milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the

immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they

discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother

whispering.

"O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more - and then

off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from

the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused

thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her

mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just

engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem

obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse

knew that her mother was good - and honest. No matter what a million

gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do

anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her

wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her

panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began

to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling

in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother

and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently.

Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like

this. Cunt-juice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the

throes of the most intense come of her young life.

"Oh mother, mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her

come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cunt-juice actually

dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to

bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door

was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The

alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the

door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice.

What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her

curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her

father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a

woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a

weakling - she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his

thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with

mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was

really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father

was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There

was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple

hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted

red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just

a little more of that . . . huh, sugar . . . "she wheedled.

Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered.

And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest,

legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward

and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's

mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and

his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamn tongue right

on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming!" . . . her wail trailed off as

her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still

being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked

and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then

she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to

herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of

it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big

wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me

a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my

TV shows, just consider this an audition . . . "

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge,

stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as

the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe.

She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father

could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good

reason that mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks

to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a

cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine

inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it

quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's

testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with

hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he

thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as

his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned

as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her

wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse

even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She

wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from

her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched

Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging

"audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and

spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into

her moist, pink cunt.

Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of

her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock

could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing

her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to

writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As

Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm

wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for

the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm

with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she

watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's

dick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating

her own cunny at the same time . . . what was happening to her. And yet,

fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's

blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock . . . ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie . . fuck me

. . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . ." Sheila pleaded as she felt her

orgasm welling up within her vagina.

"I'm going to shoot my load . . . shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of

yours . . . " Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply

into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her

cuntlips.

"Oh God . . . you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie . . .

shoot, shoot your goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing

blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of

staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt

practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that

sweet ball-juice to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out

erratically - holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting

convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms

closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby,

get the last drop out into that sweet pussy . . . "

Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her

finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been

on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the

toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just

couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with

it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within

her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to

savor the sensation in her cunt . . to prolong it just as much as she

could.

For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her

mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing . . . mother must

know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and

clitoris massage once again.

She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother

was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad

was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell,

the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive

personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was

actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that

was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary- companion,

that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her

mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in

school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow

seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her

forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The

hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how

could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she

fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But

it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna,

gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her

body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of

cunt-juice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as

her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm

began to recede . . . " If I can feel this way by just masturbating

after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed

her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

[mentalpolaroids]

CH | 9. crush

CH 8

🔸

"Kelly, this is getting ridiculous, you have to tell Camila."

Noah opened his front door and let me in while I took off my jacket and sat down on his couch. In the car, I told Noah what happened right before he arrived and, safe to say, he was pissed. And, honestly, I couldn't blame him, I was freaking out too.

"I'm gonna text Camila and ask if she can hang out tomorrow. It's my day off."

Noah sat beside me and turned on the TV while I texted Camila. I leaned forward to put my phone on the coffee table and then to take off my boots, meanwhile, I felt Noah lay down behind me and hug my waist. It was funny because from one side I could only see his legs and on the other I could only see his head, while his arms held me in a weird way. I caressed his arm and laughed when I looked at him, even though he looked serious.

"Promise you'll tell her? I don't want you feeling uncomfortable walking alone, I mean, the guy is basically stalking you, we don't know if he will do anything else."

"I wouldn't say stalking..."

"Kelly, you have to stop trying to always see the good side in people. Sometimes there isn't one. From the things you described, he is stalking you, and, let's be honest, none of us knows the guy that well and I'm telling you now that I never really trusted him, like, there's something there that makes me not trust him."

"Yeah, I feel the same way. But what if I'm wrong? What if I tell Camila and she confronts Julio and he denies it?"

"Of course he's going to deny it, babe, but then it's Camila's decision to believe one of you, and I don't think she would believe her boyfriend of almost six months over her best friend of more than ten years."

I looked away, mostly to try to hide the blush on my cheeks caused by Noah calling me babe again. And also to think about what he said. He was right, but I still felt unsure of what the situation really was and I didn't want to cause trouble to anyone. Even if I was the one in trouble. Noah reached one of his hands to move my hair out of my face so he could touch my cheek and make me look at him.

"Whatever you decide to do and whatever happens, I'm here for you, ok?"

I smiled and moved my head slightly to the side to kiss his hand and, before I could become burning red from all that lovey dovey moment, I grabbed his hands and pulled him up (with a lot of effort) to a sitting position.

Noah insisted in me staying the night. I didn't want to accept it, only because I wanted to talk to Kevin after our short conversation in the car that morning but, on the other hand, I really needed a distraction from everything crazy happening, so I texted Kevin saying I would stay over at Noah's.

We ordered sushi and were eating on the couch while watching a random documentary on Netflix. Noah and I weren't really paying attention to it due to our conversation.

"So, how was work with your dad? Is he calmer?"

"Not really. I mean, he's pretty much ignoring my presence, only talks to me when he has to and, you know, tries to act as normal as possible in front of clients but I know he's still mad."

"That's so stupid. Why would he be mad about you defending your family?"

"'Cause his pride and ego are bigger than his ability to be understanding and sympathetic. I'm honestly so tired of working with him, I just want to find another job. I'll take anything, I just can't take working with him anymore."

He put down the now empty box of sushi on the coffee table and, seeing that I had finished mine as well, took the box from my hands and put it down next to his. He then pulled me closer to him, his arm around my shoulders, and moved my legs to be on top of his.

One of my favorite characteristics of Noah was that he was this super tall guy with nice built muscles, but then was a complete softie who loves to cuddle and would take any chance he had to give and receive love. I was lucky to have an exclusive kind of love from him. I knew he wasn't this close to anybody else and that was one of the reasons I liked him so much. I felt genuinely loved by someone and I was glad that someone was my best friend, that I secretly had a huge crush on. Even though it felt like way more than a crush.

"So, how was your day? At work, I mean." he asked, after kissing my forehead.

"It was really good, actually. There's this guy, Eric, who I helped yesterday with the website he was working on, and he was so impressed that he offered to help me get an interview with the head director of the web designing department."

"Really? That's amazing! Does that mean you would actually work for the company? Like, no more assistant stuff?"

"Yup!"

"Wow! That's my girl!", he hugged me tight which made me laugh, "I'm so proud of you, seriously!"

"Thank you! I'm really happy too, hopefully I get the job."

"I'm sure you will, you're amazing and they'll see it too."

Noah kissed my forehead again while still hugging me tight, and, with my mouth forming a smile and my cheeks warming up with a light blush, we stayed like that watching the rest of the documentary until we decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, after a very nice breakfast with my best friend and lots of joking around with each other, Noah left for the workshop and I stayed at his until it was time to meet up with Camila. We hadn't had a girl date in a very long time and, even though I hated the reason I decided to meet up with her, I was still excited to spend time with my feamle best friend. Noah wasn't fond of the idea of me taking the bus alone but I assured him I would be careful and would call him in case something happened.

Arriving at the theatre where Camila and I agreed to go watch the movie, she was already at the front door waiting for me with our tickets. We greeted each other with a hug and a very unnecessary squeal that us girls do for no reason when we are excited. We didn't talk about anything important in particular, I was still deciding if I should tell her about Julio or not, even though I promised Noah I would. It just didn't feel right to tell her with no actual proof. We went to a cafe to grab something to eat before heading home and to talk more about random stuff. Everytime Camila talked I would debate with myself about telling her or not and before she could notice that I wasn't really focusing on the conversation, I decided that I would not tell her, I would just make small conversation about Julio and ask her about him.

"So, how are things going with Julio?", I tried my best to disguise my discomfort mentioning his name.

"Things are great! I mean, I wish we could spend more time together, he works at a bank almost outside of New York but he tries his best to spend time with me."

Well, that was a surprise. I didn't know he worked so far away. How the hell did he find time to come all the way downtown to grab lunch at Norma? Or what would he be doing outside of the company when I left last night if he didn't even work close by?

"When was the last time you guys did something together? Like, a date or something."

"I... don't know, actually. He's always really busy, even when he's not working he has other things to take care of. It's frustrating sometimes, you know? But we try our best to make it work, because when we're are together is really worth it, if you know what I mean.", she winked.

I wondered what other things he had to take care of. Or other people. She noticed my concern so she continued.

"But we love each other besides the complications. He's always texting me 'I love you's' and sending treats to my house. My mom is always teasing me about it.", she laughed.

"I'm glad to hear that. I just want to see you happy. And you know I'm here if anything happens, right?", I wasn't really sure what I meant with that or why I said it. I hope I wasn't implying that something bad would happen and their relationship would be over. Camila looked at me with confusion in her eyes but she smiled and thanked me, saying she was there for me too.

"So, talking about love...", she sang the last word and did a weird dance with her shoulders and I could see what was coming from that, "How is Noah?", she wiggled her eyebrows and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know what Noah has to do with 'love' but he's good. I mean, some family problems but, he's holding up."

"So, when are you going to tell him? Or, better yet, show him?"

"Tell him what?"

"Don't act clueless with me, Kelly Winter, I know you are obsessed with that guy."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are! I know you like him! Everybody knows, even my mom asks about you two!"

"What?!"

I didn't know if I should be shocked or embarrassed or laugh at the whole situation. So what? Everybody knew I liked my best friend except him?

"Ok, fine, yes I like him?", panic washed over me for a second, "You don't think he knows, do you?"

"I don't think so, unfortunately. I mean, if he did, he would have acted on it by now."

I stared at her, questionably.

"Kelly, c'mon, he likes you too, it's so fucking obvious."

"Shut up."

"Never! It's true! The way he looks at you sometimes? I don't know if I should clap out of happiness or divert my eyes by how intimate it feels."

"Camila..."

She interrupted me.

"Kelly, that guy is crazy about you. Seriously, you two were really made for each other, you're both so stupid for not seeing what is right in front of you. Pendejos.", she whispered the last word.

"Always a pleasure to be insulted by you."

"You already know it, girl, I'm always brutally honest with my friends."

We stayed for another hour talking about everything and anything, with Camila randomly throwing some shade in the conversation about Noah and I's 'unbearable sexual tension', as she put it, and I couldn't contain my blush anymore, which made her tease me even more.

It was nearly 7pm when I got home. I went to take a shower and, after getting in my pajamas (more like, the shorts and a random sweater), I called Dustin through facetime to talk to him for a bit. We've all been busy lately so we haven't hung out with him since that day at his grandma's house. Tierra didn't let Dustin do much, let alone leave the house, worried that his rib would break again. I didn't even notice the time passing. I checked the time on the screen of my phone and told Dustin I should go and eat something before going to bed since it was later than I thought. I made a sandwich and ate on the couch while watching TV. Not long after I finished eating, Noah called me and asked my about my day with Camila,

"I didn't really tell her..."

"Why not, Kelly? You promised you would tell her."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. It just didn't feel like the right time to do it. I did find something though."

"What? Anything that proves why he's stalking you?", I rolled my eyes at the stalking part.

"Maybe. Apparently he works kind of far away. Camila said they don't spend that much time together and that sometimes he's busy even outside of work. I mean, if he works so far away why would he travel across the ciry to have lunch at the restaurant near my company? And what was he doing outside the company last night?"

"It is weird for sure. That bastard. I still think you should tell Camila though, that information won't do much if he keeps harassing you.", I agreed with him.

I asked about his day too, he said it was the same, his dad was still barely talking to him and he was really tired of working there with him. We talked for a little while until, once again, I checked the time and decided to say goodbye to my best friend and go to sleep.

I wasn't sure what time it was but I knew I hadn't been sleeping for that long. The front door unlocking woke me up and, knowing it could only be Kevin, I got out of bed and went to the living room to see if he was ok, since he was arriving home late. To my dismay, he wasn't ok. He was leaning against the kitchenette counter, trying to hold himself up. He was drunk. Again.

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CH 10

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All you have to be is here - Part 7

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age who has a phenomenal smile and who is way too nice to him.

I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 7 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

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[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

Billy’s is perched on top of the lifeguard tower, watching people splash around in the pool. This job is an absolute drag and he can not wait for pool season to finally end. 

Tommy has decided to come around and keep him company, which is secret Tommy code for “ I fucked up again and Carol is giving me the cold shoulder “.

“ So, I haven’t seen much of you these days. Carol’s throwing a party on friday, you should come. “ 

Billy has never had a massive desire to hang out with Carol and her parties are usually pretty shit anyway. Tommy he can deal with, he’s an idiot but he’s an alright guy. Carol is just — mean, just for the sake of being mean. And being around her is pretty exhausting to be honest. 

Billy has other plans anyway.

“ Can’t. Got a date “ 

“ A date ? “ Tommy questions “ with who ? “ 

“ (Y/N) “ 

“ Oh “ 

Something about the way Tommy says oh, irks Billy. Like he wants to say more but doesn’t. There’s a negative connotation placed on the word and it makes Billy really fucking irritated.

“ What’s that supposed to mean ? “ 

“ Nothing just — “ Tommy says and raises his eyebrow in that stupid way that lets Billy know there’s more to come and he probably won’t like it “ you’re spending a lot of time with her, huh ? That something serious ? “

That’s something Billy’s been asking himself for a while now. Sex, that’s something he’s used to, that he can separate from any emotional relationships. But cuddling ? Holding hands ? Sharing a bed in a completely non sexual way ? Those things are new and he’s not sure what they mean for his relationship with (Y/N). He sure as hell isn’t gonna discuss that with Tommy of all people though.

“ That’s none of your business, amigo “ 

“ Ah don’t get defensive now. Just wondering. She seems to got you wrapped around her finger. Before you know it you’ll be getting all cozy, moving into a townhouse in loch nora, have her poppin out a few babies. Ah I can just see it, the Hargrove family. That’s a chick’s dream ain’t it  ?! “ 

Billy grows more and more uneasy with every word that leaves Tommy’s lips. He likes (Y/N), a whole lot, more than he ever liked another person. But is this what’s happening ? Is this a future they’re moving towards ? Is this really something he wants ? 

What about leaving Hawkins after graduation ? Is that sill in the cards if things with (Y/N) become serious so quickly ? What if she really wants a future much like the one Tommy has just painted ? What if she wants all the happy family stuff ? The stuff that Billy can’t give her. 

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know how. He’s not that type of person, has never had a proper family. Billy doesn’t know the first thing about love and relationships and family. How is he gonna built a future on that foundation ? 

(Y/N) deserves so much more than what he can give and it scares him to think about it.

“ Hey Tommy, how about you shut the fuck up ? “ 

Maybe it’s time to have a talk with (Y/N). The talk. The “what are we “ talk. Thing is, talking is not something Billy is particularly good at. So he’ll just take his girl on a good date and see where things go.

His girl. His girl ? 

It’s friday and the clock in his car says 9:02 and Billy hates himself. He’s not supposed to be here, speeding down the winding streets of Huckley, ACDC blasting from his stereo. He’s not supposed to be here in an old black shirt with more holes in it than he can count and with a bouquet of wilting squashed up flowers resting on his passengers seat as a silent reminder of the one thing he will never be good at — romance.

The plan was to pick (Y/N) up from work, have dinner at the Moonlight diner next to the drive in, then see a movie and maybe, maybe if he was real lucky she’d ask him to come back to her place and if he was extra super lucky she’d let him make her cum again

Fact is, he’s two hours late and when he’d arrived at the restaurant they told him she had already left. 

It’s not his fault that he’s late, it really isn’t. The thing is, he should’ve known better. That good things don’t work out for Billy Hargrove, that plans never work out for him either.

Not as long as Neil still has a say in his life.

Of course Max wasn’t home on time and of course Billy was the one being blamed for it. The one responsible for finding her and bringing her home.

“ As soon as your sister is home safe and sound you can go running off with whatever hussy you want to, for all I care. But you better bring your sister home first. “ 

Billy wanted to punch him so desperately then. Just one hit, right in his snarl. Right in the middle of his mean face. Thinking about it, Billy wonders if he’s ever seen his dad smile. A real smile. 

If so, he can’t remember it.

So instead of picking up (Y/N) from work, he drove around all of Hawkins to find his sister, who once again wasn’t where she said she was going to be. It took him an entire hour to locate her and drive her home.

It took another half an hours drive to Huckley, even with his leadfoot. By then he was sure (Y/N) wasn’t at her workplace anymore. There was a flicker of hope in his heart, that maybe she was at the restaurant waiting for him. Eating breadsticks and drinking cherry cokes and waiting for him to show up.

She wasn’t though. She’d been there but had left after spending an hour and a half all by herself. The waiter had told him so with one of those ugly tight lipped smiles. Those that pity you and yet they’re quite fond of your misery.

So what is there left to do ? Leave and forget about tonight. Forget about the date and the restaurant and — well, forget about the girl as well.

But he can’t do that, can he ? Not after everything. Not after all he’s shared and all she let him know. 

He wants her in his life though. It seems — easier. Life seems easier when she’s around. Lighter. Happier.

So what else can he do ? 

Grovel. 

Billy Hargrove, doesn’t usually grovel. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness either. Billy is reckless and selfish and careless. But there’s a part of him, one he kinds of likes, one that’s only recently come to light. One that thinks sometimes there are things worth fighting for.

And that part grovels. It asks for forgiveness and swallows it’s pride because the alternative is losing (Y/N) and that’s not something he wants to even think about.

So all that’s left is hoping that she forgives him. That there’s a part of her that wants to keep him in her life. That thinks he’s worth it even though, heaven knows, he’s not. 

He’s picked up some chinese food on the way to her place. One might call it a peace offering, Billy honestly just wants to make sure she’s getting some good food after all. Even if it isn’t some fancy restaurant. Really, anything’s better than her cooking. 

An unfamiliar sense of dread is rushing through his system. He’s been trying to hard to be enough. To do things right. Or at least what society seems to think is right. 

God, he hates feeling like this. Like disappointing (Y/N). He knows nothing he ever does is good enough for Neil and it seems he wasn’t good enough for his mom either, but (Y/N) honestly made him feel like he had a chance. Like he isn’t all bad. To realize he might’ve fucked this up, scares him shitless. 

As he walks up to her apartment, plastic bag from the china place in one hand and a sad sad bouquet of flowers in the other, his feet feel incredibly heavy. He never usually feels like this when he’s here. This has become a place that makes him feel comfortable and safe and — happy. 

He wants to go back to that, oh god he wishes he can. 

As he knocks on her door, for a moment he wants her not to open it, to just ignore him. Maybe that would be better than seeing her disappointed face. Than hearing her confirm what he’s always known. That he doesn’t deserve her and that he’s fucked up once again.

But she does answer the door, dressed in a big sweater and sleeping shorts and she looks — happy.

“ Look I’m s — “ 

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence as in the matter of a moment her arms are thrown around his middle, pulling him into the apartment and as close to her as possible. 

“ Thank god, you’re okay “ she mumbles against his chest. 

“ Uh, yeah. “ 

“ Billy, “ she says and pulls her face away to look up at him. There’s so much worry in her eyes. Worry but also relieve. Did she honestly worry about him ? About HIM ? 

“ I thought something happened. I was so worried. I just — I don’t have a phone number so I couldn’t even call you and even then, would you have been at home if something had happened ? No. So I — I’m just so relieved. “ 

In that moment he wants to hold her as tight as possible and never ever let her go. This girl puts so much trust in him, her first thought wasn’t “ oh Billy the asshole is ditching me” her first thought was “ something must’ve happened “. She worried about him, genuinely worried something wasn’t right.

He does not deserve that trust, not with the way he was and the way he still is. It’s a responsibility, an expectation he’s afraid he can never meet. 

But god, it feels so good. And the selfish part of him yells louder than the rest, telling him to enjoy it while it lasts.

“ I’m alright. “ He confirms and places a soft kiss on her head. Her hair is so soft and smells so comfortingly of lavender. She smells and feels like home if ever Billy knew what that word meant. “ Sorry the date was shit. I had to go find Max then bring her home and dad was just being an asshole as usual. I am — “ he takes her face in between his hands “ — so sorry. “ 

Billy Hargrove isn’t sorry about a lot of things.

He is genuinely sorry now.

A slow smile pulls at the corner of (Y/N) lips “ did you bring food ? “ she asks, eyebrow raised. 

Her face is squished between the sad flowers and the handles of the plastic bag containing the food containers and Billy thinks she looks adorable. 

“ I did “ 

Smiles come so effortlessly to him when she’s around. Sometimes he feels them creeping up on him and sometimes they catch him by surprise but he never has to fake them. (Y/N) just make them appear on his face. Like magic. 

He lets go of her and walks towards the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter and pulling out the cartons. “ I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a shit ton of stuff, hope there’s something there you like. “

She doesn’t answer and after a moment Billy’s eyes wander up to see what’s going on. But she just stands there, looking at him all soft eyes and kind smile and she’s leaning against the doorway all effortlessly beautiful and unbothered and he thinks he might faint by the way she makes his heart beat in his chest and takes his breath away. She does it all by doing absolutely nothing. By just being herself.

He wonders if she feels it too. He hopes she feels it too.

“ What ? “ 

“ This feels very domestic. I like it. I like you being here. I — I really like you Billy Hargrove. “ 

It’s not that he doesn’t know what to say in reply. There’s a thousand things he wants to say. Only they don’t come out easy, they never had to come out before. This entire situation is a first for him. So he keeps the words in and waits for another moment when he feels ready to say them. He just smiles and throws her a wink “ You like Kung Pao chicken ? “

“ Why are all these parents absolute dickheads ? “ (Y/N) asks, taking a last bite of her spring roll while pointing at the TV “ Tina’s mom is shit, Nancy’s mom is — drunk ? And her dad looks like a Ken doll but that’s irrelevant. They’re all so dumb“ .

Billy loves to listen to her ramble. She does it with the same passion, the same excitement that’s always present in everything she does. She exudes an aura of euphoria. Of wonder. Of magic.

“ Oh yeah, because we have such a good track record when it comes to parents, huh ? “ 

She considers his words for a moment before giving him a shrug in agreement “ Guess you’re right. “ 

She’s cuddled into his side as Nightmare on Elm Street plays on the small tv in her living room. This feels like it should be, it feels right and that terrifies Billy to the core. This feels too good to be true. 

“ So, what did you initially plan for our date ?. I mean after dinner. “ (Y/N) questions, looking up at him through her beautiful eyes.

“ Wanted to take you to see a movie at the drive in. Maybe a scary one so I could’ve held you when you got too scared. Like a real gentleman I’d drive you home, kiss you a little. Maybe make out a little, maybe you’d invite me up … ? “ 

“ Make out, huh ? “ 

“ mmh. Would’ve been the makeout of your life. “ 

“ Oh really, huh. Well Mr. Hargrove let me tell you something. I don’t need a fancy diner with burgers that cost 15 bucks. I don’t particularly like drive ins because the sound is shit and people are dumb. Watching a movie on my couch and pigging out on chinese food is a pretty sweet date in my book. I like ir and I think this is a great date. Even with the flowers looking the way they do. I really really like it. “ 

“ You do ? “ 

“ I really do. Now how about that makeout ? Let me judge that for myself ? “ 

“ Oh baby, “ he says and cups her face “ you have no idea what you’re up for. Makeout of your life, I promise “ .

She pulls him closer by his shirt and connects their lips in a soft kiss, growing needier with every motion. He wants her closer. Closer. Needs her closer. Needs more.

Kissing her feels soft and warm and comfortable. He loves kissing her. It sends electric currents through his body, shivers of excitement. They’re not sexual though, not entirely. It’s more. There’s more when he’s kissing her and it both excites and terrifies him.

For a moment they get swallowed by a feeling of pure and unfiltered bliss. It’s all consuming, tinting their worlds in hues of reds and pinks and all that matter is the two of them. Just them caught in a bubble, forgetting about the world outside and getting lost in their kisses.

Though after a moment, the bubble pops, the wave crashes and the magic vanishes and life is life again. Oh how Billy wishes he could’ve stayed in the moment forever. To kiss her forever.

As they pull away, (Y/N) looks in his eyes and there it is again, this perpetual radiancance. Her hands are softly brushing the curls away from his face before she places some gentle kisses on his cheeks. It’s these moments of affection and being close that he cherishes to dearly. Those feel new, like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

If only he could allow himself to hold on to them.

“ Are you gonna stay the night ? “ she asks, hope swaying in her words.

“ Might as well “ Billy replies as kisses her one more time before getting off the couch.

There’s a little red adidas duffle bag in his car, hidden beneath the passenger seat. It’s been there ever since he’s gotten the Camaro. Ever since he first took off for the night. Just him, the duffle bag and that awful black eye.

It’s there for emergencies, when he can’t go home before school but things are — bad. Teachers start asking questions when you come to school in the same clothes 4 days in a row and not brushing your teeth is nasty.

So Billy keeps the bag filled with clothes and a toothbrush, deodorant and some extra cologne. 

“ Let me just go grab my stuff from the car “ he says, already turning towards the door, when a hand reaches out and holds onto his arm.

“ Actually — “ (Y/N) says then rushes towards the bathroom. When she comes back she holds out her hands and it takes a moment for Billy to realise what it is she’s presenting him here. That’s until he DOES realise and his heart sinks to his stomach.

It’s a toothbrush. 

“ So, I uh — I just thought that you always dragging your bag from the car to my place to the car, over and over again is kinda exhausting so I got you a toothbrush you can leave here. If you want I can clear some space in my wardrobe for some of your clothes “

She’s so hopeful. So so hopeful.

Tommy’s words come back, echoing around Billy’s mind and taunting him. 

This is the first step into a future he so desperately wants to be able to give to her. One he can never see himself in. On he doesn’t deserve.

“ Billy are you o — “ 

He grabs his jacket from the back of the couch, fumbling around for his keys. “ I gotta go. I gotta go “ he murmurs over and over again. 

She wants to keep him around, wants him here. She allows him to be a part of her life. Significant. Important. She trusts him to stay around. 

He can’t fuck this up but he will. He always does. Maybe this is his superpower. Billy Hargrove also known as Mr. Fuckup, superpower: ruining everything.

(Y/N) deserves more than that. She deserves a good life in a pretty house with a pretty dog and pretty kids. She deserves so much better than him. So much more. He can’t even take her on a fucking date. Not even one single date.

“ I gotta go “ 

“ What do you mean you gotta go ?” 

There’s so many voices in his head talking over one another. All taunting. All teasing. 

 You’re a disgrace, Billy. You are never gonna amount to anything, Pussy. That’s a chick’s dream, ain’t it ? 

Neil's voice, Tommy’s voice. Billy’s own voice. 

And they’re all calling out to him listing all the insecurities he’s ever felt cursing through him.

A chick’s dream, huh ? An emotional wreck that never learned how to deal with his feelings in a healthy way. Afraid of commitment because he’s afraid of rejection, of loss. 

That’s a full on dream guy if he’s ever seen one. God he’s so pathetic.

It’s like his body is working on auto pilot and he only regains complete control again once he’s back in the camaro.

So much for talking eh? He couldn’t even bare to look at her. To see her face as she realises what an asshole he really is. To see disappointment in her eyes. To see sadness. All of which he himself put there.

Yeah Billy, you do what you always do. What you do best.

Just fucking bolt. That’s brave. So brave.

It pains him that the voice calling out the loudest, is his own.

The job of a lifeguard has quite a few disadvantages. 

You have to boil in the sun while everyone else gets to enjoy the cool water of the pool.

You mostly sit around on your ass all day doing nothing but getting a sunburn

You have to work long hours when others get to enjoy their summer break.

It’s a shitty job all around, Billy is the first to admit it. He hates the job. There are some things about it though, that he enjoys quite a bit. 

He gets to yell at kids all day long

He has a set of keys for the property.

Billy’s always felt a certain kind of freedom and liberation whenever he was in the water. Ever since he was little, the beach was his favorite place. When you’re out in the ocean, riding a wave, nothing matters but the here and now. Only him and the water. No Neil, no troubles, no fears. 

Just him and the wave.

There’s no waves here and no ocean and no salty breeze. But when the pool is closed and he’s the only one around, sometimes he gets into the water and closes his eyes and lets himself drift on the surface. It never feels like home but sometimes it helps him remember what home felt like. 

As he floats slowly around the pool in his boxers, looking up at the stars, he tries so hard to remember home. The liberation. The freedom. 

He can’t thought because lately home wasn’t that. Lately home was (Y/N).

There’s a weight deep inside him like as if he swallowed a bunch of stones. It’s a horrible feeling, an all consuming sense of dread. He shouldn’t have left just because it scared him that she cared. He should’ve let her.

But what then ? What if what they have is only temporary. Good things don’t last for Billy why should this be any different ? Good things never last. The trust she puts in him, the affection, he deserves none of it. Never did. Probably never will.

“ Hey asshole “ a voice calls out to him through the sapphire blue of the night.

The lights around the pool, illuminate her like some kind of heavenly goddess. An angel walking barefoot across the ugly cold cement floor of the Hawkins community pool. 

Billy swims towards the edge of the pool, as (Y/N) plops down letting her feet dangle into the water. 

“ How’d you know I was here ? “ 

(Y/N) shrugs. “ I didn’t. I knew you weren’t gonna go home but I couldn’t find you at the diner and so I drove around Hawkins trying to spot your car somewhere. It’s a bit flashy, I gotta tell you. “ 

She was looking for him. No one’s ever been out looking for him before. He’s the one doing that usually. For Max. For mom …

Billy is always the one searching never the one being searched for. Never the one being found.

“ Why ? “ 

“ What do you mean, why ? “ (Y/N) asks and leans back on her hands “ you just left with no explanation. That’s not how things work with me. “ 

“ Well tough luck because that’s the one thing I’m good at, other than sex. So you’ll have to get used to the running . “ 

“ Or you’ll have to learn to let people care about you, you stubborn fuck. “ 

Every time she swears she gets infinitely hotter to Billy, why ? He has no idea but there’s something about this pretty girl swearing that makes for a perfectly chaotic anomaly. 

What shocks him though, is that she so clearly, so effortlessly sees behind his walls and defence and gets right to the bare bones of it all. His inability to let people care about him because he care so little about himself. Because no one ever really did.

“ Yeah, I know what it feels like. Billy, I probably understand better than most people. “ 

“ What you want — “ he chokes out “ what you deserve, is more than anything I can give you. Just figured it’s easier to get out now before — “ 

“ Before what ? “ 

“ You know “ 

“ Say it ! “ 

He takes a breath. The words are tingling at tongue just asking to be spoken. Like a whole package of pop rocks popping and sizzling.

“ Before I fall in love with you “.

A silence settles upon them though Billy is sure they can hear his heart beat all the way over to Indianapolis. It’s beating so loud. So hard. He can feel it about to burst out of his chest.

“ Before you fall in love with me.” he adds “ I’m gonna fuck up eventually and I don’t want to pull you into the mess. “

“ That’s my decision to make, Billy. You don’t get to make that one for me. “ 

“ I don’t — I don’t deserve you caring so much. “ 

“ Well shit man I do anyway. Maybe no one ever told you this or no one ever made you feel it, but Billy — you don’t have to earn love. Or affection. Or care. People give it because they want to, because you mean something to them. Let me love you. Because I do. I — I’m like 95% sure I’m in love with you and It’s so scary. You literally just walked into my life and at first I thought you were the worst and your hair is stupid. You’re not the worst though, not even close. “ 

“ What about my hair ? “ 

“ Still stupid “ 

He has to laugh. Because what else is there to do. What do you do when someone tells you they love you ? What do you do when you love them back ?

“ I never thought I could get so attached to someone so quickly and all my strong female instincts tell me to be careful and to not let myself fall too fast too quick. I’ve known you for a few weeks now and I — I feel like you’ve been all that was missing from my life for so long. It’s scary. It’s so scary.I know life isn’t a fucking fairytale and I am terrified of this crashing and burning but I — life gives me so few good things, I need to keep them close. I need to let myself feel them. “ 

Billy pushes himself up on the edge of the pool to be eye-level with (Y/N), hands placed firmly on the concrete floor.

She softly takes his face in her hands and brushes the wet strands out of his eyes.

“ I don’t need fancy dates and flowers and holding hands. I just want what we have to stay. That feeling of belonging. Of understanding each other. Of home. I like us together. I love us together. What we have that’s — good and it’s pure and — “ 

“ The sex is fantastic “ 

“ The sex is really fucking great yeah “ she says and chuckles through her tears “ We don’t have to think about the future, that’s so far away. I just wanna feel like home with you for as long as life lets us. Let me love you, sad boy “ 

Billy carefully, almost as if he fears breaking her, places his lips on hers. Maybe this is worth the anxiety and the fear. If he gets to feel like he’s feeling right now, safe and appreciated and warm and — loved. Maybe if this can stay, it’s worth the fear of losing it. 

Maybe being afraid of losing something isn’t so bad. 

Maybe it means you care. You love. 

Maybe it means that some things do matter.

Billy pulls back and looks deep in her eyes “ You know what ? “ 

“ What ? “ 

“ I think you’re way too dry right now “ 

“ Huh ? “ 

Before she can really think about his words, Billy has pushed himself out of the pool and swoops her up in his arms, taking a few steps back before breaking into a sprint and jumping into the cool water of the swimming pool.

He can feel her laughter vibrate against his chest. God, he wants to stay in this moment forever. Just them and the night and the unfiltered, untainted bliss of being young and in love. With a person. A feeling. With life.

As the water surrounds them, Billy opens his eyes and looks at her through a blurry vision. And just like that, he remembers. What it feels like to be one with the ocean, to forget all your problems and live for this one single moment when life seems easy. Light. Happy.

He remembers what home feels like.

The moon shines down on the two as they swim around pool, splashing each other and  getting lost in themselves and their kisses. In the unshakable truth that home is not a place but a person. A feeling of belonging. 

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Bubble Shit (The Borderlands Series, Part 9.)

Series description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert would have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?

Part Summary: Along with landing on Eden-6, you actually had to go through the plan to know how many people you recruted and how much of a chance you might stand.

Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They’re badass and don’t give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @notaliteraltoad​ @mayacaroni​ (maybe you’ll like the series and you’ll stick around, I just thought you might wanna get notified!)

Series master list:  H E R E

In every meaning of the phrase, it was sir Hammerlock to the rescue. It also turned out that sir Hammerlock was the one who Scooter had contacted and the one who was willing to go with you on the suicidal mission along with his lifetime partner, Wainwright Jakobs - who turned out to run the whole Jakobs company alter. Which was exciting you - you were just too furious to show any emotion.

"Thank for savin' our asses back there. I couldn't exactly handle the landin'." - Janey smiled at the duo driving the car while the rest of you sat in the trunk pressed on each other. It was rather uncomfortable for everyone, but everyone shut up so you wouldn't start another conflict.

"No problem, miss Springs. Wainwright and I knew about your planned arrival and as soon as you weren't on the spot on time, we knew something went wrong. Excuse us for arriving as late as we did, it wasn't the simplest task to find you in here." - Sir Hammerlock answered nonchalantly and you looked at that dude with a furrow. It wasn't that you hated him, but you were too angry to even say thank you. Scooter was pressed up to your side and you tried to scoop away to Rayray's side without a stroke of luck. That gross son of a bitch was just pressed to you and you could say that it makes him extremely happy.

"No problem, Hammylock! How had ya been? Ages since I saw ya for the last time!" - Scooter yelled directly to your ear and you were just ready to strangle him to death when the nearest chance comes by. That guy was just a pain in your ass.

"It was rather difficult, Scooter if I might say. I had a hard time accommodating here on Eden-6, but the fauna gives me much more choices than the Pandora's did!" - Hammerlock's big, rosy lips curled into a happy smile and you almost melted under the look he gave to Wainwright. These men were in love, there was no doubt about it. And you were with love at their idea of love.

"I have a new girlfriend, see?!" - Scooter yelled all over the car and suddenly, you two were the main interest of everyone. You were his what? He said what? Your patience was wearing thin and Scooter seemed to just make himself sure he'll piss you off as soon as he can. - "Ya have a similar arm, that's super cool!" - Athena was just as confused as you were along with everyone else in the car. Exactly since when you became his girlfriend? Did you miss that? Was he assuming this based on the fact you two held hands for about ten minutes? Was Scooter actually five? You moaned in distress and bit your lip.

"I see. Nice to meet you, miss! My friend's friends are my friends!" - Hammerlock turned at you with a smile and offered you a handshake. He had the metallic hand on the same side as you did - on his left. - "By any chance, are you two distantly related?" - Hammerlock asked with a furrowed face and you almost choked at the question once again.

"I haven't met this dude until two weeks ago. We're not even friends." - You yelled back at Hammerlock and he raised his eyebrows in wonder.

"I see, miss!" - He answered after a short while. - " You're stepping up your game, Scooter." - Hammerlock told the man beside you with a wink, whatever that meant. The rest of your way was almost awkwardly quiet since anyone knew why the hell Scooter would say that you two are in fact in a relationship. That dude seemed to be an actual five-year-old not having only severe brain damage, but showing a case of schizophrenia with seeing and feeling things that weren't based in reality at fucking all.

"This is some bubble shit." - You muttered out when you were getting off of Wainwright's car and almost hissed at when Scooter offered you his palm. No. Last time you held his hand, because you were scared to death, he figured out that you're dating.

But the amazement over Wainwright Jakobs' mansion was something that made you forget about everything as you tried to look at the house. Is was huge. Like fucking huge. You heard stories about this house being the foundation for every Jakobs rifle, revolver, shotgun, and stuff like that ever made. You loved to use the guns since you found yourself on Pandora’s surface, so this was like a beautiful dream.

"Are you shitting me?" - You looked at Athena and she gave an unknowing look back. - "This is the goddamn Jakobs mansion. Every Pandorian cowboy’s dream." - You whispered.

"That's true, miss. It's always nice to meet someone whos interest in my family's business... In a good way. And may I say, I haven't seen this shotgun for a long time." - Wainwright took the shotgun from your back and he skillfully flipped it between his fingers. - "I think that we don't make these for more than fifteen years. A true ancient one." - He put it back on your back.

"You-you’re... That Jakobs? Like that gunman Jakobs?" - You stuttered out, following him inside as Hammerlock offered everyone food and something to drink before a long meeting you were scheduled to have.  

"As far as I am concerned, I think I am. I can show you some of my wares and maybe give you a good-luck gun, how does that sound?" - Wainwright smiled at both you and Athena entering the meeting hall by his side. You almost suffocated. That Jakobs was willing to give you one of his guns as a gift? This adventure was slowly looking better and better.

"You won't be going with us?" - Athena asked when she saw you being on the verge of screaming, laughing, crying, smiling, and freaking out.

"No, unfortunately, I have a family business I have to keep my eyes on, but Hammy will be accompanying your little party. He already contacted a lot of people, so you don't have to be alarmed, ladies." - The man smiled, yet you barely got a word from what he said. You were still drooling and having heart-eyes because of the offer you got. A Jakobs’ gun will be given to you as a good-luck gift. Oh, dear Buttstalion, this was your best day.

It was kinda funny seeing Rayray and Blindy not being accustomed to such a luxury - any member of your party was, but in fact, you at least were living like normal people. These bandits were living in Ham’s Creek, one of the creepiest looking assholes you've ever had seen. Hammerlock offered you plates of fresh vegetables and fruits, which almost made you cry since it felt like centuries since you saw normal food for the last time. All you were eating on Pandora was Skag bacon and home-made bread, sometimes you didn't eat at all and drank vodka only. And they even had some normal water and juice. That house was heaven and you didn't want to leave. Ever.

"Now that we’re in safety and everyone's here, we might go through the plan Scooter and I had put together, shall we?"  - Sir Hammerlock smiled at everyone and adjusted the monocle with the broken glass he wore.

"We know that the distress call - if you wanna call it like that, came from Athenas. For those who might not know, this place was and is inhabited by sirens. So we knew that Maya is there possibly, which is why I didn't contact her for our cause - I'm sure she already knows what's heading their way." - He told you and suddenly, pictures of Athenas’ landscape appeared everywhere around you. It was a beautiful place - which you hummed to Athena while stuffing your face with slices of carrot.

"I tried my best with calling Brick, just as you said, Scooter, but he is off to his own business, I guess. Unfortunately, he won't be able to reach us. However, mister Mordecai had answered my call and he has only one condition - nothing shall happen to his new pet friend on our adventure." - Hammerlock smiled and when you saw pictures of these men, your breath got stuck for a moment. Youve only heard stories about Vault Hunters, since you were a child. But these men looked dangerous and unpleasant, especially Mordecai with his bottle of alcohol, just... Just like you were looking all the fucking time.

"I contacted miss Tina next, and I am courageous enough to say that she is more than thrilled to accompany us on our journey since she was screaming something including the world's bomb, mothersuckaz, and blowing up." - Another picture was showed to you and holy fucking christ, that girl looked insane. And that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. She looked nuts.

"Next on the list was mister Zer0, Marcus and Torgue, miss Gaige, mister Krieg, and mister Axton yet neither of them answered the call. And... The last one came to volunteer herself. This young lady’s name is Fiona and according to her words, she is a con-artist of sorts, as far as I was able to understand." - Hammerlock looked at Scooter. His eyes opened up and you didn't know what on Earth should be your response. You didn't know anyone from the names you've just heard.

"Naturally, I thought about the route we will have to take and to calm miss..." - He pointed your way since he hadn't even know your name. - "We won't be taking a flight by a rocket since our Fast Travel system is working just fine. We shall take a small detour to... Uh... Boom Town as it is called, to pick up Tina and mister Mordecai. Miss Fiona told me that she will meet us in Athenas. In my opinion, ten people, especially as dangerous as miss Tina, are enough to make a difference on the battlefield." - Hammerlock told each of you honestly. That sounded like a plan that someone thought about.

"And the attack, Hammerlock? How do we plan to do that?" - Athena next to you asked. Hammerlock nodded and pointed his finger at her, showing you other landscapes from Athenas.

"You had to notice that this terrain isn't exactly the most pleasant to have the surprise factor on our side. We talked with Scooter about this." - Hammerlock nodded and Scooter stood up.

"Janey and Pickle were using a thingy called Stingray on Elphis and I tell ya, man, that thingy is cool as hell. So, I thought about playin’ with the engine and gravity sensors a bit, makin’ it fly much higher than before! And we might need a machine to, ya know, even make us the damn car on that planet since I don't think it's connected to the network." - Scooter told Athena, and it could be heard that he's an expert in this area, and Janey jumped into the conversation with her engineering and mechanic talents.

"In that case, we have to do somethin’ about the core and the coverin’, mate, because I'm worried that this will be our biggest problem. Elphis didn't have atmosphere and Athenas do." - She said seriously and you looked at Wainwright with your heart-eyes again. Scooter nodded and both of them left the room to work on the machinery. Everything seemed to be too real for you. Just too real.

[luciousmafloy]

Can I have a marvel ship please? I’m straight. 5’4 & curvy with brown eyes, light skin, and thick naturally wavy burgundy hair. I wear glasses and nothing but jeans & t shirts with my black sk8 hi vans. I’m kinda awkward & talk too much sometimes . I’m a loyal person and I always try to do the right thing. I’m extremely clumsy. I don’t have a lot of hobbies. I love to work out & I’m a total nerd.

i actually got carried away writing this the first time. then i forgot to save it and so i had to rewrite that whole thing. anyway i hope u like it that i shipped you with peter!

you met bc of mj

you were friends with her so when she befriended peter and ned she dragged you to the two of them and introduced you

"and now we're all friends"

you didn't really know what to say

after an awkward "hello" you sat down and slowly ate your food

being the cute bean he is ned asked you a lot of questions to get to know you

while peter stared at you

he just couldn't help it

you were just so damn cute with your glasses and wavy hair

and when ned asked you some nerd stuff

your eyes lit up

you tried to not talk too much but... well

in that way you got a special place in peters heart

from that moment on you four were friends

you ate together and every two weeks you went to the local cinema to watch a movie

it kind of became tradition

mj was the first one to notice your staring at the spider boy

waaay before you realized you had a crush on pete

but when you realized you kind of freaked out

"oh god mj what am i SUPPOSED TO DO? i bet he doesn't like me!"

"are you shitting me"

so

mj had a mission

getting you and peter together

she and ned made a plan

remember your cinema tradition?

mj and ned just couldn't come this time, they were too busy :(

how sad

a shame

and they even ditched you like 10 minutes before the movie started so

you got kind of awkward but

hey

the best thing is you guys were watching a horror movie

so at the end peter was clinging on you like crazy

neither of you let go of the other bc you actually enjoyed each others company

but it actually took some time for you to come together

it wasn't until a new villain came to the city when peter confessed to you

you knew about peter being spiderman

mj, ned and peter told you after some time

you were quite scared for the boy but also impressed

i mean

he saves people and fights bad guys on a daily basis

how could you not be impressed??

anyway

peter just had a fight with this new villain when he immediately got to your home

he just needed to see you

"oh god, I was so scared"

you two hugged and you tried to calm peter down

and then he just confessed his feelings

"i just couldn't die without telling you how i feel"

so you kissed him

and from that moment on you were a couple

a very sweet couple

when you told that mj and ned the next day

there were like "fucking finally"

holding hands under the table 24/7

you guys are not big fans of pda

you're just not comfortable with making out in public

a quick kiss is perfect

smiling at each other across the classroom

"peter are you done watching your girlfriend?"

the cinema tradition is still up

don't worry

lots of hugs

after a rough day all peter wants is to lay down in bed and cuddle with you

he likes to impress you

bc you're clumsy you let a lot of things fall down

so peter uses his powers to catch that thing really quick

he gives you a proud smile and gives you back whatever you dropped

you love that smile

rooftop dates™

and swinging through the city if you're comfortable with it

you two send each other memes

mostly wholesome memes

bc we need that positivity

peter loves to picnic with you

and he once dressed up like you

he wore jeans, sk8 hi vans and a t-shirt

he thought it was funny while you were a bit embarrassed

but it was cute tho

peter loves it to put on your glasses

they just suit him so well!

and aunt may thinks you're adorable

you two get along very good and peter is very happy to see his two favorite girls talking & laughing with each other

sometimes he wishes uncle ben could meet you

or his parents

but that's not going to happen :(

you try your best to cheer him up or distract him

overall your relationship is super pure and sweet

when you first called him babe he froze like a deer in the headlights

now he's used to it

[taetaespeaches]

I really need more Hoseok fluff in my life plz

“Well since you’re busy, I finally have time to see my second boyfriend”

Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 3.2K

a/n: I got you babe. I first got this idea a while ago after attending a dance at my town’s local senior center. Ugh, so cute. 

Hoseok doesn’t make an appearance for a bit in this, but when he shows up, wow it’s fucking fluffy.  I hope you enjoy! xx

You pushed the cart consisting of lunch trays through the room, mindlessly smiling at the senior center’s members, your awareness still focused on the previous night, your head filled with him. All you could think about was his smile and his wild cackle as he laughed at your jokes. Your mind was stuck on how cool he appeared but how sweet and silly he was.

As you entered your favorite member’s eyesight, she smiled widely at you, waving her arm at you when you didn’t respond to her greeting, your mind still… elsewhere. When you finally noticed her flailing her arm around, you smiled and gave a small wave. “Finally she sees me,” she yelled in exasperation.

“Sorry, Auntie,” you apologized for your vacancy as you approached the table, setting a lunch tray in front of her before handing her husband one. She had insisted on you calling her auntie about a year ago, telling you that calling her ma’am made her feel old. She was a popular person among the center’s members, constantly being invited to several events the center put on, however, she usually only came to lunch.

See, the center wasn’t a ‘home’ but rather a place that hosted social activities for the local elderly demographic to participate in and have a sense of community. Lunch was served every day at noon, and you were a volunteer who helped hand out food and clean up afterwards. However, you rarely handed food to anyone but Auntie, as she always insisted you talk to her about the happenings in your life until most of the other members left the dining hall, either to go home or to participate in an activity.

“Sweetie, you look happy,” she looked at you with scrutinizing eyes. “Did you tie down a man yet?”

“Auntie,” you laughed at her remark. She had also been pushing you to find a significant other for over a year, saying you’re too young and beautiful to not have a boyfriend, or at least have some fun every once in a while. “I don’t need a boyfriend to be happy,” you whined.

Her husband raised his glass of water at your words with a “cheers to that,” triggering you to laugh more as Auntie rolled her eyes.

“I know that, but sometimes having someone makes life a bit more fun. It can be nice to have a partner in life,” she looked at her husband fondly before adding a sassy, “But then again, I’ve been wrong before,” she smiled as her husband winked at her. You watched the interaction with a smile plastered on your face. “You don’t have to lose yourself in a relationship,” she told you more seriously. “You make yourself happy first. Then you let someone else make you happier.” You thought about her words for a moment, nodding in understanding.

“Well, not that it defines my happiness,” you held onto stubbornly, “but I actually did have a second date with that guy last night, and he seems really great,” you said shyly through a bashful smile. “I’m seeing him again tomorrow night.”

“Oh Sweetie,” Auntie cooed as she grabbed your hand tenderly. “That’s great. What’s he like?” Pushing out a chair for you, she gestured for you to sit down and spill everything.

Looking around the room for a supervisor, you shook your head at Auntie. “I can’t sit, I have to deliver these trays,” you told her.

“Nonsense, you can sit down for five minutes and tell me about your future husband,” she insisted. “Besides, you volunteers are supposed to keep us lonely old fogies company,” she joked. With a laugh and a sigh, you relented, sitting down in the seat, just like you always did.

“He’s sweet,” you started, Auntie and her husband leaning forward, completely interested. “And funny. And he listens to me, he asks me questions that no one has ever asked before. It’s like he wants to know everything about me, which is so weird because no one has ever cared to know me the way he wants to know me.”

“I like him already,” Auntie smiled brightly. “Is he handsome?” She smiled slyly.

Giggling, you nodded bashfully. “You have no idea.”

You told Auntie when you had the third date, the sixth date, and the ninth date, and when the dates became more frequent and started consisting of hanging out at one of your homes almost every night, you told Auntie when you had the twelfth date, the seventeenth date, and the twenty-first date, in which he officially became your boyfriend.

As you showed her a series of photos you and Hoseok took the night before during your thirty-first date, she cooed and complimented how good you both looked, especially together. “When do I get to meet this boy?” She asked in a motherly tone. “Don’t I deserve to meet the future husband of my favorite volunteer?”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, red flushing your cheeks as your body heated up. “We’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of months.”

“Doesn’t matter. I can sense these kinds of things,” she told you as she swiped on your phone screen to see another photo.

“Of course you can,” you smiled. “I don’t know, he’s been busy the last couple weeks. Dates have become more difficult to fit into his schedule.”

“Bring him to the dance,” Auntie’s husband chimed in, his eyes glued to his lunch.

“You do have good ideas sometimes,” Auntie exclaimed at her husband’s suggestio . “Who knew?” You laughed at their sassy relationship. “Bring him to the dance. You said he dances, right?”

“Yeah, he dances, but it’s not like ballroom dancing, he’s—”

“He can ballroom dance, Sweetie. Invite him to come along with you,” she smiled. Sighing, you gave in, nodding. “You’ll invite him?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “I’ll invite him. No guarantees he’ll actually come though.”

“He’ll come,” Auntie’s husband said knowingly. “He’ll definitely come.”

… … … .

“I’m already looking forward to seeing you again,” Hoseok told you through the phone. “I’m sorry I had to cancel out on tonight, I feel awful.”

“No, it’s ok,” you assured him sweetly. “I understand.”

“But last night was the first time we’d seen each other in like a week and a hal ,” Hoseok whined through what you could tell was a pout, making you giggle. “That’s too long without you Babe,” he whined further.

“Gosh, why are you so obsessed with me?” you teased, to which he let out a huff mixed with a chuckle.

“Yeah, you wish,” he joked back. “So, what are you doing tonight?”

With a sly smile, you looked down at your body covered in baggy sweats and fluffy blankets, sprawled across the couch. “Oh, well since you’re busy, I finally have time to see my second boyfriend,” you teased as Hoseok’s wild laugh resounded through the phone. “I’m all dressed up and everything,” you teased as you tugged on your baggy sweatpants.

“Oh, is that so?” He chuckled. “Is he as obsessed with you as I am?” He asked through a smile.

“Nah,” you shrugged. “That’s why you’re my number one and he’s only the second option.” As Hoseok stood in the hallway outside the dance studio, he was grinning so widely that he turned to face the wall to hide his happiness from anyone walking by. “Hey, before you have to get back to work, I wanted to ask you something,” you told him.

“Ok, what’s up?”

“So, you know that senior center I volunteer for?” You started.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Well they have seasonal dances for the center’s members, and I’m volunteering to help run the Spring Fling this weekend.” Hoseok stayed quiet as he listened intently. “Would you maybe want to go to it with me?” You asked nervously.

You could practically hear the smile in Hoseok’s voice as he responded with, “You want to take me to the Spring Fling?”

“Auntie wants to meet you,” you added shyly.

“Wait, Auntie will be there?” He asked excitedly. “I would get to see where you love to volunteer, dance with you, and finally meet Auntie?”

“Yes?” You giggled.

“I would be honored to go to the Spring Fling with you,” he said happily. “I’d love to, Babe.”

“You don’t have to work?”

“Nope.”

“I didn’t even tell you what night.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m going.”

“Ok,” you giggled fondly.

“Wait, but, what night is it? Just so I know when to pick you up,” he chuckled.

Giggling at him, you told him, “You can pick me up at 5:30 Friday night.”

“Perfect,” he smiled. After a short moment of silence, Hoseok cleared his throat. “You’re not really with your second boyfriend, right?” He giggled.

“Hobi,” you laughed, “No, I’m not. I’m on my couch all alone watching tv being super lazy while you’re hard at work.”

“Now, I’m jealous,” he teased. “All alone,” he pouted. “I don’t like that.”

“Yeah, well, my second boyfriend was busy tonight too,” you joked making him cackle through the phone.

… … …

The knock at your door resounded through your apartment sending you bolting to let Hoseok in. Tearing the door open, you both stood in silence, eyes scanning up and down each other’s bodies. “Fuck you look good,” you whispered breathily, eyeing his perfectly proportioned body adorned in the fitted black suit.

“Shit,” he breathed out. “Me? Look at you,” he said as his eyes drank in your appearance. “You’ll be the hottest one there,” he teased with a smirk, making you snort in laughter.

“I don’t know, you haven’t seen Auntie yet,” you joked back as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. As he grabbed around your waist pulling you into him, his lust-filled eyes looked down at you.

“What time does this thing end?” He asked you, biting his lip.

“9, but I’ll have to stay for a bit to help clean up.” His response came in the form of a short-breathed huff.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he said as he kissed you short and sweet, but with enough force to show you just what he was thinking. You giggled, pulling him down for a deeper kiss, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, his lips working against yours as he backed you into your apartment. Pulling away, your hands slid down his back a bit as you looked up at his hungry expression.

“Hobi, we have to go,” you giggled. Hoseok groaned as he looked at you affectionately.

“Are you sure?” He smiled.

“Yes,” you laughed. Running your hands further down his back, you smirked at him. One of your hands found his ass as you bit your lip. “Patience, Baby,” you said lowly as you patted his ass a couple times before removing yourself from him and walking out your door.

“You little tease,” Hoseok called after you, a big fond smile spread across his face, turning his eyes to crescents.

“Only for you,” you smiled back.

Entering the senior center, you were immediately put to work, flashing Hoseok an apologetic smile. “Can I help with anything,” he asked with wide eyes, making your heart clench at his cuteness.

“No, it’s ok, just go get something to drink. This shouldn’t take long,” you assured him as you left to complete your task. When you returned quite a bit later to the dining hall that was doubling as a ballroomthat night, the time just a little after 6 pm, you looked around for your boyfriend, eventually finding him on a ladder as he helped hang a string of lights that must have fallen off the wall. Watching him fondly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, whipping around to see Auntie and her husband.

“Where’s the future hubby?” Auntie asked with a giddy grin.

“Auntie,” you groaned as she looked at you expectantly. “He’s over there,” you pointed at your man as he looked down at the other volunteer, seeking approval on the lights he just hung. Both Auntie and her husband looked towards the direction you pointed and let out a couple of wow’s.

Hoseok looked around the room, his eyes falling on you, a stunning smile spreading across his face. Gesturing for him to come over, he looked next to you and his eyes popped open wide, realizing that must be Auntie. Climbing down the ladder, he quickly approached you, grabbing your hand in his, intertwining his fingers when he reached you.

You squeezed his hand affectionately as you turned to Auntie and her husband. “Hoseok, I want you to meet—”

“Oh, Hoseok, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” Auntie smiled, reaching for his other hand shaking it firmly. Hoseok let go of your hand momentarily to wrap both hands around hers as he smiled brightly at her.

“It’s so nice to meet you too,” Hoseok said politely. “Finally, a face to put to all the stories,” he laughed.

“Oh yes, I’ve seen photos of you but wow, you are so handsome,” Auntie gushed, making you and Hoseok both blush.

“Auntie,” you gasped, making her look at you in question. “Back off, he’s mine,” you joked, grabbing for his hand again, as everyone laughed.

As you all found your seats and were in discussion over how much Auntie loved hearing about all your dates, effectively making you flush red, a fellow volunteer came and grabbed you to help with something.

“Will you be ok here?” You leaned in to ask Hoseok, your hand affectionately resting on his thigh just above his knee.

“Don’t worry about me,” he kissed your cheek. With one last squeeze you stood up.

“Keep these two in line,” you told Auntie’s husband, to which he grinned and nodded. Hoseok watched you make your leave before he turned back to Auntie’s watchful eyes.

“That one is special,” Auntie said fondly of you, smiling at Hoseok.

Hoseok chuckled lightly as he nodded. “That’s for sure,” he said, turning back to watch you as you worked. “I’m very lucky.”

After a moment of silence, Hoseok took a sip of his drink just as Auntie said, “You look very in love.” Hoseok choked on his drink, nearly spitting it across the table. Coughing as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, he looked at Auntie wide-eyed. “Well, aren’t you?”

“Uh,” Hoseok started as Auntie’s husband spoke up.

“Leave the poor boy alone,” he shook his head at his wife.

“Well he is,” Auntie defended. “They’re both in love, it’s obvious.”

“Yes, but don’t you remember how long it took for us to admit that. We didn’t share those words until seven months into dating,” he reminded her.

As Hoseok listened to the elderly couple bicker, he could see you and himself at that age, still making jokes about your second boyfriend. Looking back at you, he met your eyes and you sent a wink to him, a smile stretching across his face as a result. As you both stared at each other, he whispered, “I am.” The older couple shot their heads at him, looking confused at first until they both grinned happily. When you focused back on your task, Hoseok slowly turned back to the couple. Finding that they were both looking at him with Cheshire grins, his eyes popped open in surprise, a “huh?”slipping out between his rounded lips. As a blush appeared on his face, he smiled shyly. “I haven’t said anything yet,” he started as the couple watched him intently. “But yes, I am in love. I would be crazy not to be.”

At that moment, music started playing throughout the room, making everyone look towards you at the stereo. Looking at all the faces staring at you, you smiled bashfully.

“Excuse me,” Hoseok politely told Auntie and her husband as he stood up. Making his way through the tables to you, you looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, a smile playing on your lips. When he bowed to you, holding his hand out for you to take, you let a giggle slip out. “May I have this dance?” He asked through a wide grin.

Taking his hand, you bit your lip as your smile grew. “Youmay,” you giggled as he pulled you in, placing a hand on your hip as you placed yours on his shoulder. Your other hands stayed joined together as he pulled your frame closer to his so there was hardly even an inch of room between your bodies. Swaying to the old tune, horns swelling grandly as other couples joined you on the dance floor, your eyes were glued to each other, taking in each other’s every feature and detail.

“I like Auntie,” he smiled. “She and her husband are great people.”

“Yeah,” you smiled fondly. “They really are. And they like you a lot,” you giggled. “She keeps calling you my future husband.”

“Am I not?” He feigned offense, though he sported a smile.

“Maybe,” you teased. “Maybe it’ll be my second boyfriend,” you scrunched your nose in amusement at his chuckle.

“That damn second boyfriend,” Hoseok shook his head as youleaned forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder in a fit of laughter. “You know,” he started as he dipped his head to look at you, you lifting your head to meet his gaze. “I’m going to want to meet him sometime,” he continued, making you throw your head back as you laughed, Hoseok leaning into you, gleefully watching your happiness.

Straightening your body, the proximity between both of your faces was close enough that you could feel his breath on your nose. He gently leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss, drawing coos and smiles from the elderly couples surrounding you both. As you both pulled away, he locked his eyes on yours as he softly looked at you.

“Thank you for inviting me tonight,” he told you genuinely. “I love seeing you do your thing.”

“I love seeing you do your thing too,” you told him, truly meaning it. There were few things that made you feel as happy as watching Hoseok dance and perform.

“Well, I love you,” he told you suddenly, your heart stalling for a moment at his confession.

“Well, I love you too,” you blurted out, eyes wide in surprise by the unexpected admission of feelings.

“Well, good,” he grinned widely. “Because I mean it. I’m in love with you.”

Your smile mirrored his as brought your hand from his shoulder to grasp his neck. “I’m in love with you too,” you said as you bit your lip. Hoseok leaned down, kissing you again, this time the touch sending sparks coursing through your body until your giggles broke the kiss apart.

Pulling away, he let out a breathy laugh at you. “What’s funny, Flower?”

Shaking your head a bit, you licked your lip before looking around the room briefly. Leaning forward, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek and then his earlobe, sending chills across his skin. “We just confessed our love at a Spring Fling for senior citizens, in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by said senior citizens,” you whispered in his ear.

Hoseok’s smile turned into a smirk as he looked at you affectionately. “I know,” he nodded. “Pretty romantic, huh?”

[delectablyalicee]

Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 9) (Warning: Mentions of Smut)

Part 1  Part 8

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

This is the first day back to things being "normal" after I made my deal with Nick. Once he disappeared up the stairs I went back to my apartment. I had thought all night about what he meant by "the game begins." Nick isn't one to back down from a challenge, and now that I agreed to this deal I know he isn't going down easy. I guess it's just going to be a fight over who wants it more. Problem is, I am already close to cracking, close to confessing how much I love him, and now it's going to be even harder to keep that in, but I'm certainly going to try.

I grin when I walk out the door of my apartment and see George, I give him a tight hug before we make our way into the car. We spend the drive to Nicks house talking about how the date with his wife went. I was glad because it kept my mind off of how terrified I am to show up today. This whole thing is going to take a lot of willpower that I am not sure I have, but I guess we will see.

Once we get to Nick's I thank George and slowly slide out of the car. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out my clothes and hair before finally walking up to the door. I open it slowly, and thankfully the house is like it usually is, empty. No parade of flower petals leading me up the stairs or a band singing love songs in the living room, just Nick's normal house. I breathe a sigh of relief, stepping all the way inside. Today at 9:30am Nick has an interview, then a lunch at noon with his tour manager, and at 3:30 a photoshoot to help promote the tour. Then, after that at 6:30 we have dinner with Paul to discuss the meeting with the tour manager. So, in short, we have a packed day and there will be no escaping early. As I've said so many times before, I love my job, but I know today isn't going to be easy.

I look at my watch, its 8:30am. I set my bag down on the counter and start the coffee like usual before making my way up to Nick's room. It's honestly impressive that he never gets himself up, but it's all part of the job I guess. I knock on the door before cracking it a bit, I can see into the room enough that I see him still lying in bed, I let out a small sigh of relief when I see he's alone (an honestly rare sight). I know it would be better for me right now if he wasn't alone, if there was a girl naked in his bed like usual, but despite the fact that I wish it didn't, it would still hurt me if there was.

"Nick, its 8:30, we have somewhere to be at 9:30" I speak confidently, like I usually would. I'm not going to let anything that has happened waver me or hinder the way I do my job.

He groans, rolling over and letting his tired eyes flicker open. He speaks in a groggy voice, "okay okay, I'm coming."

That's all. That's all he says. I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't really think "the game begins" would be this, although I am so grateful for it. "Okay, hurry up." I say before happily making my way down the stairs. This might be easier than I thought.

I'm already sipping my coffee, going over a few things for the day when Nick heads down the stairs. I look at the clock. 8:50am. Perfect. I hand him his coffee mug without taking my eyes off of my phone. A small thanks drifts through the air, but I still don't look.

"What is going on at 9:30?" His voice finally pulls my eyes off my phone screen and onto him. Does he really not know? Unlike him.

"Interview. The interviewers name is Kathy, the questions should mostly be regarding your newest album and the tour we're working on."

He just nods, sips at his coffee and pulls his phone from his pocket. At this point, I don't know if I should be relieved or terrified, but I am going to go with the benefit of the doubt and try my best to stay relieved.

The car ride was normal, like it always is. Nick and I just talking like best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. When we pull up to the studio where the interview is at, we have to drive carefully through tons of screaming teenage girls, guards on either side trying their best to hold them back. This is something I still haven't gotten used to. It's so normal for us, but still so strange. I think this is also another reason I don't want my relationship with Nick to change. Can I handle how much pure hatred is going to be thrown my way just for loving him? I decide not to think about it too much and focus on prepping Nick for some questions that may come up during his interview.

We do the typical swift run inside past fans and are greeted with smiles from the crew waiting inside. I am watching Nick get ready. He is just acting so normal. Way too normal. It's throwing me off. It's kind of like I don't know what to do with myself. I expected something so grand, and I got normal, but isn't that what I wanted? Wait, is this what he wanted? To get me all in my head? Ugh. I don't know and I fucking hate this.

I'm startled by a hand being placed on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to ask if we can go ahead and start." It's the production manager.

"Oh yeah, of course. Sorry I was a little zoned out there" I laugh softly.

Nick looks at me, gives me a small wink and steps on stage. Again, being way too fucking normal.

The interview wraps, and we make our way back out of the studio. Nick had me arrange for more security to join the ones that were already here because he wanted to take some time to meet with fans and take photos, but without enough security its dangerous. Once we step outside the screams erupt. It's almost deafening. I really should start carrying earplugs around with me.

As I'm standing back, watching him take pictures and sign things I notice large flashing lights, paparazzi. Another thing that's hard to get used to. At things like this they are usually pretty tame, but sometimes the following you everywhere and screaming at you gets to be too much. It's a big chunk of the reason when Nick and I hang out with stay at his place. Paparazzi is everywhere even without you knowing it. One time, we were craving ice cream at like 1:30 in the morning so we ran to the gas station maybe 5 minutes away from his house and the next morning there were at least 25 pictures of us literally just getting ice cream. The backlash of it didn't help much either. This was early in me being his assistant so not many people knew of me, meaning that dating rumors were swirling, and I was getting hate thrown my way left and right. We had to make a public statement that I was his assistant just to get it to stop. It was kind of a mess. I couldn't even imagine what I would have to deal with if we were actually dating.

After a while of meeting with fans we make our way into the car. We are, thankfully, perfectly on time. "So, how are you feeling about tour coming up?" I ask him.

He shrugs a bit. "I love tour, it's fun to travel and meet new people everywhere you go, but it's also the most stressful thing on the planet." He laughs, "I'm sure Paul will do some sessions to prepare you for it, but I know you can handle it."

I've never been on tour with anyone. The only other people I have worked for have been boring business men, so the most fun we had was company parties. This life is so new to me and tour life is even newer, but I'm also kind of excited. I know it will be crazy, but how bad could it be traveling with my best friend? Also, the guys in his band are so fucking cool. But I hope he is right, I hope I can handle it.

When we get to lunch we are greeted with big hugs from his tour manager, we have met with him quite a few times over the past few months, since tour is getting closer and closer, so we have definitely gotten to know each other a bit. He is a super nice guy, and super funny, always cracking jokes. The lunch stays mostly business since we are on a time crunch, with the photoshoot being soon. Usually, if we have time the 3 of us sit and talk for hours, but this time its quick and to the point and we are off to the next thing.

I am sitting across the room from nick as the crew is getting him ready for the photoshoot. I am trying to get some talking points together for our dinner with Paul, but I can't concentrate. Nick is sitting in the chair with his shirt off and I can't take my eyes off of him. I just keep thinking about the other night, our bodies pressed together, his length filling me up and pounding into me, me practically begging him to never stop. I shake my head. No Y/N stop it. I can't think about that...man is it going to be hard to not think about that... He eventually stands up and he catches me staring at him, he gives me a little wink before speaking loud enough that I can hear him from across the room.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." I know he's doing this to fuck with me. I lift my hand, shaking my head and flipping him off. He laughs before being whisked away by the crew.

I'm watching the photoshoot now and he looks so fucking good, my mind drifts off a bit once again. It's like I can hear his groans in my ear again, him telling me so sternly to cum for him, my legs are practically shaking just at the thought. Fuck. This is not good. I pull myself out of my head and try my best to get back to work.

"I saw you staring at me during the photoshoot." The words catch me off guard, but I try to not let him notice that. We are in the car on the way to dinner. I don't say anything back and pretend to stay focused on my work, but he speaks again. "You know, you really can take all the pictures of me you want, just to remember me by, of course." He speaks teasingly, and I roll my eyes, finally shooting a retort at him.

"I think I'm okay on that, I sadly have to stare at your face too much already."

He laughs, "Oo okay, that one hurt, I can't lie, but..." He leans in closer to me and then lowers his voice so only the two of us can hear "I don't know if that's what you were thinking when you were begging me to fuck you harder the other night." My breath hitches. That, I definitely wasn't expecting. The throbbing between my thighs is back but I try my best to ignore it. I need to think of something to say back and I need to think of it quick, but it's hard when all I want to do is jump on top of him and have him fuck me until I can't take it anymore, but instead I playfully push him away from me and snap back with an annoyed, yet joking tone, "ah, ya see, I was just being nice that night. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

He leans back even further, clutching his heart dramatically "Wow, that one stung." He drops his hand. "Good thing I know it's a lie. I just hope all that staring at me means you're thinking about it, because I certainty spend a lot of my time thinking about" His words come out so nonchalantly. The throbbing between my thighs is growing more intense and the thought of him just simply thinking about fucking me is driving me insane.

'Not a lie." Is all I can manage to say.

Dinner went smoothly and quickly, so we get back to Nick's at a decent time. The second we are both out of the car I am swooped up off of my feet. I small terrified noise leaves my mouth before I realize it's Nick. Once I do I can't help my laugh and try to squirm away from him.

"I'm sorry but what the fuck are you doing?" I say in between attempts to make him set me free.

He's just laughing. Honestly, I'm not trying too hard to get away, his arms wrapped tightly around me being something I am not mad about in the slightest.

"Will you quit." He says, walking us up to the house. "I was just making sure you didn't try and run away to your apartment already."

I would've too. I would've got right into the front seat and had George take me home. But I lie "Well, number one, I wasn't going to run away, and number two, please put me the fuck down."

He puts me down but only once we are inside. I give him a clearly joking yet still angry look as I try and straighten myself out. "You know, we are adults, you could have asked me nicely to stay."

"Yeah, but where is the fun in that?" He speaks with a wink, heading into the living room.

We watch movies all night and the feeling of normalcy is something I needed. We just had fun and cracked jokes the whole time while stuffing our faces with snacks. I didn't realize until now that I truly really, really needed this. I wasn't just scared of what Nick was going to be like today, but I was scared if we could even act kind of normal around each other, but tonight means we can and that is giving me so much hope that everything is going to be okay.

I have to call it quits around 1 am, I have to be back here early and while I would normally stay here, with this little deal we have going on I am not risking it. Nick walks me to the door, but as I am about to walk out of it he stops me. I turn to him, thinking I forgot something, but once our eyes meet his hands are gently placing themselves on my cheeks. He isn't saying anything, he's just looking at me and I am looking right back. My heart is practically melting. I wish I could just tell him how I feel, but I don't. I just keep looking. We are like this for a few seconds before I see his eyes sadden. I want to grab him, to do anything and everything to take his sadness away, but I don't move.

"Nick..." I speak softly.

He doesn't say anything. His hands drop from my cheeks and he steps back, but I don't move. It's like my body won't let me turn away from him, won't let our eyes pull from each other. It takes ever ounce of myself to finally turn away from him. It's like I can feel pieces of my heart falling to the ground.

Now it's clear. This is going to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: An Internal Affair - Chapter 18 (Ao3 link)

Fandom: The Flash Pairing: Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: Leonard Snart, the CCPD Captain of Internal Affairs, is known as Captain Cold for a very good reason: He hates corrupt cops with a merciless vengeance, and once you’re on his list, you’re in serious trouble.

His next target?

A CCPD lab tech named Barry Allen who’s developed a suspicious habit of disappearing at random intervals.

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Barry is watching TV.

Yes, damnit, his boyfriend who he's in love with just left him (rightfully) over crimes he didn't even realize he was committing, he's having to rethink his entire system of morality because clearly the current version isn't up to the task, his foster-dad just got arrested, his new friends aren't talking to him because they're too busy scrambling as the police raid their apartments, he hasn't heard anything from Iris, the man who killed his mom and is probably a Family hitman is still at large and he's way too depressed to do anything about it -

But at least Mel and Sue sure are enjoying stealing bites from those yummy-looking biscuits that are probably a bit under-proofed.

Barry's life might be falling apart, but The Great British Bake-Off will never hurt him.

...yeah, things are bad.

Barry concedes this, but he also has no idea what he can do about it, so he's just going to sit here and watch television at regular speed like a normal person and, he’s not sure, maybe hold out hope for a sign from above or something.

"Barry!" Iris shouts, bursting in through his apartment door, closely followed by -

"Len?" Barry yelps, sitting straight up and disappearing into his room to put on something slightly sexier than his beloved oversized 'Runaway Dinosaur' shirt and shorts set that Iris got him years ago as a joke.

He reappears a second later in sweatpants and a button-down, which will just have to do because apparently that's all he has that's clean right now.

Len is here.

Len is -

Len is stealing a spoonful of Barry's Phish Food ice cream that he’s been eating instead of lunch.

"Hey!" Barry exclaims.

"Seriously?" Iris says, crossing her arms.

"I need sugar," Len says primly. "Hypoglycemia is a serious issue."

Iris rolls her eyes.

Len's smirk fades. "Barry, we need your help."

"What happened?" Barry asks at once. Len wouldn't be here for anything less than an absolute crisis - that much was painfully clear by the way things were left between them, with Len rushing out of STAR Labs, pale-faced, and the police showing up to talk to everyone the next day.

So whatever happened must have been serious.

"Wells took Eddie," Iris says. "And Mick."

"I - Wells?"

"You remember how Ramon theorized that Wells actually was the Man in Yellow rather than simply employing him?" Len asks, looking grim. "We've just confirmed that."

Crap. It’s not that Barry didn’t trust Cisco – even though it is sort of weird that he remembers the day-lost-to-time-travel when no one else does – but the idea of Wells being the Man in Yellow...

Barry’d always thought of Wells as being incredibly kind. A mentor. A trusted friend.

Turns out that was a lie from the very beginning.

"He was blurring his features at first, so we weren’t sure about it at first," Iris says, preempting the question Barry was about to ask. "But he stopped doing that after Len shot him in the face with the cold gun."

After Len –

What?!

"You shot Wells in the face with the cold gun?! Wells? Professor Harrison Wells?"

"In my defense, he was A, about to kill us all and B, not recognizable as Wells at the time," Len says dryly. "But yeah, I shot him, Iris and Thawne ran, and then he -"

Len's voice cuts off suddenly, and he closes his eyes briefly in undisguised pain.

Barry’s never seen him react to anything like that. Not anything except –

Except Mick.

His best friend. His Iris.

Barry's chest hurts, seeing Len suffer like this. Even after everything Len did, to him and to his friends, even after all the chaos and disaster that's happened...

He's still desperately in love with the man.

"He took Eddie and Mick and disappeared," Iris says, brutal in her practicality. There are tears shining in her eyes, tear-tracks still on her face, but she’s clearly moved beyond the point of crying. She’s on the warpath, and Barry knows exactly how dangerous an enraged Iris West can be. "We still don't know why he only took them -"

"I can only carry two people at top speed," Barry says. "I get stronger when I’m running, I can carry more weight than a normal person, but just as a practical matter I still only have two arms. If he's the same as me -"

"Why not just kill Snart, though?" Iris asks. "He was literally right there."

"Why run up and show me that he's still around, just to rub my face in the fact that he's faster?" Barry asks, feeling bitter. He knows why, now: because he tried to do something, anything, other than running faster and faster. He dared argue back, dared to stand up to Wells over wanting to focus on his work as a CSI, and he’d thought that Wells had accepted it. Sure, maybe not in good grace, but accepted it. Instead, Wells had just decided to dangle the Man in Yellow in front of him like a cat toy – here, have a prize, all you need to do is jump a little bit higher, run a little bit faster and you’ll get it. And it worked, too. "If we know anything about him, it's that he likes to play with people. Ruin their lives. You hurt him; he wants to hurt you. Just killing you wouldn’t be enough – he wants you to suffer."

"That'd explain why he'd take Mick," Len says quietly, his voice heavy. "But - why Thawne? Wouldn't Iris be a better target, if he's ultimately aiming at you?"

"Probably," Barry says, frowning. "I honestly have no clue why he'd take Eddie. Unless -"

"Unless what?" Iris asks.

Barry winces. "Hopefully nothing," he says. "But, it's just - okay, this is kind of weird, but, you see, if anything, trying to get me and Iris together was just about the only thing other than me getting faster that Wells cared about."

“Ugh, seriously?” Iris says. “Sorry, Bar, I love you, you know that, but I am just so sick and tired of people trying to make my romantic decisions for me.”

“No, I know, I got the message,” Barry says, smiling crookedly at her. He’s surprised – it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, hearing Iris blithely dismiss the possibility of the two of them together.

He’s finally accepted it. He’s finally gotten over Iris.

And all it took to do it was to fall in love with a man who broke his heart, and Barry can't even blame him for it.

"First he targets your mom, then he targets you, and now your love life...sounds like you've got a stalker," Len says. "A creepy, obsessed stalker that moves at super-speed."

"Seems like it," Barry says, making a face.

"You have to help us figure out what happened, Bar," Iris says. "If the three of us work together, we can find Eddie and Mick, stop Wells, and make sure the Families don't get away with - with whatever it is they're up to!"

Barry looks at Len, who isn't looking at him. "I don't mind helping," he says. "If - Len..?"

"We're not okay," Len says abruptly. "We're not. You still...what you did...Listen, I know I might’ve - reacted in a rather extreme way, yes, but -"

"You were right," Barry says, interrupting. "You were totally right. What we were doing was wrong, and the fact that Wells was encouraging all of us not to think about it is no excuse at all. We're all adults. We should accept the consequences of our actions."

Len seems - surprised, almost. Like he thought Barry would try to defend himself, or deflect, or make excuses.

Barry won't.

For once in his life, he won't run.

It's the ethical thing to do. It's the sort of thing that someone - that someone Len could be proud of would do.

The sort of someone Barry wants to be.

Len nods, slowly. "Okay," he says. "Let's work together. Let's figure this out." Then he wrinkles his nose. "Fuck, I hate mysteries."

"You're a detective!" Iris exclaims.

Barry snickers. He can't help it: her face is just so hilariously offended.

"I became a cop because I like justice," Len tells her crossly. "Not because I like mysteries. Mysteries are pests; they get in the way of justice."

God, Len's so damn cute it hurts sometimes.

Mostly because Barry had that, and then lost it.

"Anyway, back to the main issue," Len says. "We don’t have much time –”

“We don’t? Wait, have we figured out what the Families are doing?”

“No, not quite,” Iris says. “But Eddie and I figured out that the Familes' ‘big day’ is going to go down on Election Day.”

“Wait, Election Day? That’s tomorrow!”

“We know,” Len says dryly. “Iris, go to the precinct and find Danvers. Get her up to date and keep going on that Zoom Contracting company, find out where that money is coming from, including whether its income is all Family money, and if so which Family. Check if some of it comes from somewhere else, too – and if it’s paid out any money recently. Bribes, specifically."

"Ask Terri to help you," Barry interjects. "They're a CSI, over at the lab; they're the best forensic accountant in the state."

"Do that," Len agrees. "Danvers also knows my passcode for the cardboard brigade, squeeze 'em for everything you can get. I want to know what’s going on, where, when, how, and right now Wells is our best lead on that. Throw away all discretion; go at it with both barrels. In the meantime, Barry and I'll follow up on the Dibny angle -"

"Wait, Dibny?" Iris asks. "That guy Barry hated so much?"

"Yeah, him," Barry says. "We think he might be acting - or being used, anyway - as a go-between to send messages from Family to corrupt cops. I'm sorry, I don't think I mentioned him to you before – it wasn’t on purpose, I wasn’t hiding it –"

"No, no, it's not that," she says, frowning in thought. "You definitely didn't mention it, but it’s weird. I swear I heard his name recently.”

“You heard his name?” Barry asks, surprised. “Where? Who in the world would be talking about him?”

“They were angry,” Iris says, her nose scrunched up in thought, trying to pull out the memory.

“Not at the CCPD, then,” Len says. “They tend to be angrier at the people doing the prosecuting than the cops doing the cheating. Think about the context of the memory – where have you been in the last few days?”

“God, I don’t know,” she says. “I haven’t been doing anything but police stuff the last few days – I’m staying with Eddie, Wally’s with us, but it wasn’t either of them. And other than the precinct, the only place I’ve been...wait, I know!”

“Well?”

“It was when Eddie and I were doing research in the mayor’s office,” Iris says. “Those dusty old archives – we’d gone to look for more on Zoom Contracting, complaints, records, anything. It was our first stop.”

“The fact that it’s a good place to make out had nothing to do with that being your first stop,” Len says, sounding amused.

“We just got engaged, we’re allowed to prioritize for things like that,” Iris says primly. “But seriously, I remember it now –someone mentioned his name in an angry voice as they walked by the archives room. I remember thinking about how hearing it would’ve made Barry start up his usual rant again if he’d been there.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“The weird thing is, though,” she continues, frowning , “that particular area’s restricted – Eddie only got us in by flashing his badge around. The only people around would’ve been the mayor and his staff. Barry, does this Dibny guy have any connection to the mayor?"

"The mayor? No, I don't -" Barry pauses.

That's not quite right, though, is it? When he'd gone over to see Dibny, asking about corruption cases, Dibny initially thought he was looking for stuff about blackmail, and then he’d hidden a folder -

And he'd asked about the mayor.

It clicks.

"Holy crap, guys," Barry says. "I think Dibny might be blackmailing the mayor."

"...well, then," Len says after a long moment, his expression rather perturbed. "Think we'd better go talk to him, then, don't you think?"

"Have fun with that, boys," Iris says, rolling her eyes and heading out the door.

Leaving them alone. Together.

It's suddenly awkward in a way it's never been for them before, the air in the room suddenly fraught with tension.

God, Len is so beautiful - beautiful and right and not Barry's.

And it’s all Barry’s fault.

"Okay," Barry says, breaking the silence. "Want me to run us to Dibny's office? Will you be okay?"

"Haven't torn anything recently," Len says with a shrug, because he’s an idiot who doesn’t take proper care of himself. Barry wants to chastise him, but he can’t; he knows he can’t. Len’s not his to worry about anymore. "So I'll manage. But –”

“But?”

“Maybe put on something slightly more formal first?"

A few super-speed seconds of digging uncover a better set of pants that are clean enough, and then they're off.

The hallway to Dibny's office is just as grubby as Barry remembers it, though luckily free of Family members.

Len seems unperturbed by their shabby surroundings, but then again his accent makes it clear that he grew up in slums far worse than this neighborhood.

God. Barry wants to ask him about it – about his past, about growing up in the slum, about everything. Was this like what you knew when you were a kid? Better? Worse? How have things changed? Does it hurt you to come here? Or does it feel like climbing back into your worst old rattiest set of pajamas, like coming home even though you know intellectually that it’s awful?

Barry thought he’d have all the time in the world to ask those questions.

Those questions, and more.

He’d dreamed, soft and secret and deep down where he wouldn’t tell anyone about it, that he’d have a whole lifetime to ask those questions.

But no.

Just because Barry’s in love with Len doesn’t mean – doesn’t mean Len feels the same way.

All hope of that’d been extinguished right alongside his trust in Barry.

At least Barry has this much: Len still trusts him enough to work with him. A colleague, an ally, maybe even – one day – a friend again.

It’s not what Barry wants, not at all; he wants so much more than that. But if this is all Barry can get, then he’ll take it and he’ll never let it go.

He’ll be the sort of man that Len deserves to have as a friend.

"Any thoughts before we go in?" Barry asks.

"You know Dibny better than me," Len says. "I don’t think I know him at all – he joined the force well after the point where I was officially not on talking terms with any cops except org crime’s undercover people, and he was gone before I got back. You take the lead to start; I’ll jump in if there’s anything I feel I need to add."

Barry nods.

Dibny doesn't do the pretentious chair-swirl when Barry walks in this time, just startles a bit from where he's standing by the window. He has a view of the street, so he's probably just surprised that he didn't see them coming into the building. That seems like the sort of paranoid thing that Dibny would do, watch the street like a creep for oncoming visitors.

Though in this neighborhood, maybe it’s less paranoia and more of a reasonable precaution…

"Allen," Dibny says blankly.

Then, a second later, his overly-facile face splits into a truly nasty smirk. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Heard you got yourself suspended, Allen – suspended pending investigation – possibly going to get fired –"

"That isn't important," Barry says impatiently. Yes, there’s a better-than-decent chance he’ll lose his job, maybe even go to jail – unlikely, but only because the CCPD hates imprisoning its own people, and they definitely don’t want to re-open all the cases Barry’s worked on as a CSI. Yes, he knows that’s extremely unfair, but he also knows that’s probably how it’s going to turn out. Yes, Barry’s extremely upset about it, since being a CSI isn’t just a job he got to pay the bills, it’s a job he got because he loves the work, but it doesn’t matter. They have the Families to deal with – they have Wells to deal with. He doesn't have time for a stupid rivalry-driven ‘I told you so’ from Dibny of all people. "I need you to tell me everything you know about what the Families have planned."

Dibny's eyes flicker and he flinches, just the slightest bit.

He knows something!

"I don't know anything," he says.

Ugh.

Barry hates this guy.

"We know about what you're doing with the mayor, Dibny," Barry says, crossing his arms. "And we know that messages between the Families and the corrupt people on the police force are being passed through here."

"They are not," Dibny says, mirroring Barry. "And even if they were, or even if you did know anything about the mayor that might interest me, what's it to you? I don't have to tell you anything. You're not even a real cop – and anyway you're suspended!"

"Oddly enough," Len drawls from where he's hanging back by the door, "that's why I came along."

Dibny twists to look at Len for the first time, scowling. "Who the hell are you?"

"A cop," Len says dryly. "Who's not suspended."

"Yeah, right," Dibny says dismissively. "I know all the cops, every one of them, no matter where or who; it's practically my superpower. And I don't know you, which means you're not a cop."

Len's eyebrows go up as Dibny speaks, his expression incredulous.

Barry can’t blame him – all this time and fuss about people finding out that he’s a cop, and he finally tells someone who doesn’t know and they don’t believe him?

Weird.

Len balances his weight on his crutches and reaches into his pocket – actions slow and steady, the way you would around someone who might be afraid you’re pulling a gun – and he pulls out his ID. He's holding it awkwardly, suggesting that he's not yet accustomed to being called upon to show it to people.

Probably because he doesn't actually bother arresting non-police people for stuff, and all the police already know who he is.

It’s definitely a real ID, though, and Dibny’s an ex-cop; he’ll recognize that much.

"As you can see," Len says, waving the ID around a bit. "I am, in fact, a cop. Captain Leonard Snart, at your service."

Dibny goes dead white.

Barry wasn't expecting that. Judging by the surprised tilt of Len's head, neither was he, though he's probably hiding his reaction better than Barry is.

"And it's clear you've heard my name before," Len observes.

"I - er - that is - there isn't - aren't you dead?"

"Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated," Len says, starting to frown. "Who told you about me, anyway? Your friends at the precinct wouldn't have any reason to mention me – and certainly not by name."

"Uh, no, that is – I mean – they don't – I didn't - "

"Oh, but you did, didn't you," Len says, his voice dropping into that calm, cool voice he gets when he's really pissed off. "That's why you were hoping I was dead, wasn't it?"

Barry looks between Len and Dibny, confused. Len was calm three seconds ago, and now he’s suddenly furious? Just because Dibny knew his name?

He knows that Len’s super upset about what happened with Mick, but this reaction seems outsized even for a particularly emotional Len.

So it has to be something Dibny said. But what?

"I don't get it," he says hesitantly. He doesn’t really want to get in between Len and Dibny right now; Len is really glaring death at the guy. Not that Barry objects, of course, if you’d asked him how he’d rank Len trying to murder Ralph Dibny with his eyes as a mental image, he’d probably have put it somewhere in his top twenty most wanted – but he doesn’t like being out of the loop. "What did he do?"

"'I know all the cops,'" Len mimics Dibny, his voice hard. "'It's practically my superpower.' Really is, isn't it? And it's one you've had for a while now, ain't it, Dibny? For quite a while now."

He takes a few steps forward, his crutch making an ominous thudding noise as he moves.

Dibny flinches away before him, scrabbling backwards towards his desk, then past it, to the window – backing up until he can’t back away any more.

"And you like to talk, don't you, Dibny?" Len continues, his expression more actively malevolent than Barry's ever seen it. "You like to talk about your little 'superpower' - maybe even show off a little -"

"I had to!" Dibny bursts out. "I had no choice! You don’t understand! I'd gotten fired from the force, thanks to Barry here, and after the first year or two, I realized that my private investigation business wasn't paying the bills - people didn't believe I had what it took to get them what they needed – I needed to show them –"

"Oh, and I bet you showed them all right," Len says. "Only way to build your new business, wasn’t it? Your new business selling information. But people don’t just agree to let people be information brokers – oh no – you have to give them a little taste of what you can offer – a freebie – something you know that no one else does, something valuable, something you don’t really care too much about – and that’s just what you did –"

"I didn't have a choice! They wouldn't have believed me about anything if I didn't know things! Secret things! Cop things!"

"Like the identity of one of Central's undercover cops," Len says, and suddenly Barry gets it.

"You did it?" he exclaims, horrified. He’s never liked Dibny at the best of times, but it’d never even occurred to him as a possibility. It should have, he realizes that now – Dibny’d all but told him when they talked, all his boasting about information and friends in the precinct and things that he knew because he cozied up to people while calling Barry an anti-social idiot. He’d learned things, all right; things like Len’s name, things like what Len did. An undercover cop. Yes, that was the perfect bit of information to sell out to show that you meant business – as long as you didn’t care what happened to the guy you spilled the beans on. "You're the one who leaked Len's identity to the Families? You got him tortured and shot and his best friend nearly murdered - to drum up more business?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kinda bad -"

Len takes another step forward. His face is very, very level, very calm. His eyes are not.

"Oh God please don't kill me!" Dibny yelps.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while now,” Len says conversationally. “I've had some things to say to you, you see. Now, while I wasn’t expecting you to just drop into my lap, I’m not one to say no when an opportunity presents itself...”

He takes another step, his hand dropping down to the cold gun by his side.

The one that’s fatal to normal people.

Barry takes a step forward, concerned. "Len, listen, I know you're angry, but you're an ethical guy, okay?" he says, holding out his hands. "You don't want to do this. You'd have to turn in your badge and arrest yourself. Let's just arrest him instead, okay? Nice and legal. Okay?"

Another step.

Len's not listening. Of course he's not; this is the man who destroyed his life, destroyed Mick's life, the man responsible for everything that’s gone wrong since the beginning.

The man Len's been hunting all this time.

The man Captain Cold has been hunting all this time.

"Listen to Allen, please, just arrest me, don’t let him kill me," Dibny babbles. "Listen, Snart, you - you don't want to do this, really! I know things, I know lots of things - I know what the Families are up to, I can tell you that, you want that, right, and in exchange you give me immunity for the leak -"

"No," Len says firmly, and that's about when Barry realizes that Len is totally playing Dibney right now. His voice is intimidating, yes, but he's not about to cross the lines he's set for himself. He's just dealing with the fact that they have an incipient crisis on their hands and Dibny is withholding information that could mean life or death for their city. "No deal. You talk, you talk now, and maybe, if your intel's good enough, I'll arrest you."

"What good's that do me?" Dibny protests. “You’re going to arrest me anyway!”

Len bares his teeth. "Well, alternatively, other option's that I don't listen to Barry here and I don’t arrest you. You don’t want that option. Trust me."

"Oh," Dibny squeaks, his voice suddenly gone higher-pitched. "Right. In that option I die, right?"

"No," Len says. "In that option I call up the CCPD, tell all your buddies that you're a would-be cop-killer, and have them arrest you."

"...shit."

"Limited time offer," Len says. "Talk. Now."

"Listen, as a preliminary thing, I want to be clear that I've got nothing to do with the Families," Dibny says. "I don't! I've never worked with them, I've never dealt with them; at most some of their thugs come by and do some stuff down the hall, that's it. I'm not involved!"

"Yeah, right," Barry says with a snort. "You're not blackmailing the mayor for them?"

"I wouldn't! Not for the Families!" Dibny exclaims. "I'm not a Family cop, you know; I never was. And it's not much blackmail, not really, just some pictures of him cheating that he doesn’t want to get out so close to Election Day - and I really only do it when my landlord suddenly demands I pay the back rent -"

"Of course," Barry says with a sigh, figuring it out. It makes sense. Why involve more people than you have to? "If you’re doing it that predictably enough, then they don't actually need you to be involved. If they know that you're blackmailing the mayor, then they can blackmail him with the fact that he's being blackmailed - and since they almost certainly either own the building or have something on your landlord, they can control when you press him. You're just an unwitting tool."

"Yes! Exactly! Unwitting! That means I'm not working for the Families!"

"I'll grant you that much, sure," Len says with a sneer. He looks at Dibny like he’s something he just stepped in. "But that doesn't change the fact that you fancy yourself some sorta information broker. Well, give us the information, now, or else you'll be the one who's broken."

Barry will not laugh. Barry will not laugh.

Barry cannot believe Len actually just made that pun.

More to the point, he can't believe it could possibly work as a threat, except apparently it does because Dibny starts talking.

"It's the fact that they're failing," Dibny says, voice hushed as if to convey the importance of the information he’s telling them – or possibly just afraid someone will overhear them. "The Families - between your undercover work and the Feds' inroads, their power is in serious decline. They're too risky. No one wants to work for them and get killed. And if they can't get people to work for them, fear them, things like that - well, with that gone, they don't have as much influence over anything. They want that influence back, and they have a plan to get it."

“Stop running out the time,” Len says, his eyes flickering very briefly to Barry, who wants to kick him and kiss him at the same time. Now is not the time for puns! “What’s the plan?”

“They’ve got a deal set up,” Dibny says. “A big one. The biggest deal. I don’t know how, but they’ve managed to get in contact with the military –”

“The military?” Barry exclaims, alarmed. Sure, he's had some brief encounters with them – after Bette Sans Souci died, her meta powers turning inwards to kill her – but he’d forgotten about them right afterwards.

It’d never seemed like a big deal, and Wells had dismissed all of their concerns.

Wells.

Of course.

If he’s in on this whole deal with the Families – and he has to be – then of course he’d make sure they didn’t think too much about the local military, the ones who thought it was a good idea to take someone with meta powers they barely understood and try to use her as a weapon.

Not unlike what Wells was trying to groom Barry into.

God, he was such an idiot.

“The local guy, Eiling; all reports say that he’s a nutcase,” Dibny says. “Military, yeah, but he’s involved in all sorts of weird science stuff, too. Normally the Families don’t go anywhere near military stuff in the best of times – they know when they’re outgunned – but somehow one of their people got in contact with the military and started brokering a deal –”

“Someone legit,” Len murmurs. “Trustworthy. A prominent scientist with military connections, maybe.”

Wells.

It has to be.

“So that’s the deal,” Dibny says. “The Families are going to supply the military with all the black market goods they want – including people to experiment on, especially people who’ve been affected by the Accelerator explosion – and the military’s going to feed them back enough military-grade guns and cash that they’re going to be able to run this city the way they used to.”

“Shit,” Barry says with feeling. There’s no other word for it. Especially if Wells planned the whole time to throw the metas he'd had Barry capture in as part of the deal...things are just getting worse and worse.

“The military money’s going to get laundered through city government, but it’s going to go to all the corrupt guys – there’ll be enough to go around,” Dibny continues. “That’s helping them get it through, but it’s not enough, they’re needing to pull out all the stops to make sure no one blows this deal up. They’ve got pressure on politicians no one even suspected they had pressure on, to get this whole deal moving – we’re not just talking the mayor; we’re talking the governor, we’re talking the cops –”

“The Commissioner?” Len asks.

“Probably, I don’t know,” Dibny says with a helpless shrug. “The thing is, they can’t just make this deal and be done with it – they know the military’ll just wash their hands of them the second any of it comes to light. So they came up with this plan to make sure that no one’ll be able to back out at the last second: an actual deal, signed on paper, with a videotape of the signing. All the big guys in the city with their names on one document –”

“Making sure they don’t back out – after all, if they don’t hang together, they’ll most definitely hang separately,” Len says.

“Seriously, Len?” Barry says.

“What?” Dibny asks. “Wait, was that a musical quote? 1776?”

“It’s a Benjamin Franklin quote,” Barry says. “Still sort of inappropriate.”

“To be fair, I was in fact quoting the musical, and anyway it’s entirely appropriate because after a certain point it’s gotta be either laughter or tears and I don’t got time for the latter,” Len says. “That’s why this is on Election Day, isn’t it? Because everyone in the state’s gonna be in Central and no one’s gonna question it – and all of that talk about logistics, that’s the Families working out how to escort all the relevant people to this big meet-up without anyone noticing that all the bigwigs in town are all gone at the same exact time.”

“Exactly,” Dibny says.

“If you knew all this, why didn’t you tell someone?” Barry demands.

“Tell who?” Dibny shoots back. “I know they’ve got people in the cops, they’ve got people in the government, they’ve got judges, DAs, everything, and to be perfectly honest I don’t exactly want to go up against the Families, okay?! People who do that get shot!”

“Not as much as they used to,” Len says. “A situation that they’re now trying to reverse. Barry, we’re leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Dibny exclaims. “You’re just – leaving?”

“Do you have any more information?” Len asks. “Like where they’re going to meet to do the signing?”

“Uh, no, that’s all I know.”

“That’s what I thought. Since unlike you we intend to actually do something about this, we’re leaving.”

“But what are you going to do about me?” Dibny protests.

“Of course,” Barry hisses. “Always thinking about yourself –”

“Yeah, well, ‘myself’ seems pretty damn important right about now! I just blabbed on the Families to the cops! I want protection! I want to be surrounded by cops! I want -”

“Fine,” Len says.

“– to be...wait, really?” Dibny looks incredulous at Len’s agreement.

Barry can’t blame him; he’s feeling pretty incredulous himself. Dibny gets police protection? For that?

“Oh, absolutely,” Len says. “You should go to the CCPD right now. Or better yet, get any trustworthy friends you can find and then go to the CCPD. They’re going to need all hands on deck pretty soon.”

Dibny blinks. Barry blinks.

Len shakes his head at both of them, his expression gone grim.

“This is Central City,” he says. “The Families walk the line, remember? Everyone knows they’re there, but everyone that our city thinks is important thinks they’re not going to be affected personally by it. Oh, sure, there’s some corrupt cops, some corrupt politicos, anyone elected out of a slum district, we all know that, but we shrug it off because it’s just how Central City works – and anyway, we know who they are, so we can just avoid them.”

“But that’s not what this is,” Barry says, a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach. “This is – this is corruption on an unimaginable scale. This is everybody finding out that everything is a lie: their democracy, their police, their laws...”

“People are going to riot,” Dibny says, his face pale. “The whole city's going to go totally fucking crazy.”

“Yeah,” Len says. “They are. And once I call the Feds to come in, the Families are going to lash out like the cornered rats they are.”

“You can’t do that,” Dibny hisses. “If you bring in the Feds, it’ll be absolute chaos –”

“There’s no choice,” Len says. “You want to be surrounded by police? Go to the CCPD and help out. You want to hide in your basement until it’s all over? Do that, if that’s what you want to. Barry?”

“Right. Leaving.”

Barry follows Len out the door, sliding it shut behind him so that Dibny, standing in his office and gaping at them, won’t see him run at superspeed once they get to the end of the hallway.

Once outside, though, he looks at Len. “He’s right, you know,” he says. “There’ll be riots, and it’ll only be worse if the Feds come in. If the Families think they’re dealing with some sort of existential crisis, they’ll pull out all the stops to protect themselves. Every person they have pressure on, every person who’s ever taken an unwise loan, every shopkeeper that ever paid them protection money...they’ll call them all in to fight for them.”

“I know,” Len says. “But we have to stop them from making this deal. And if the CCPD’s compromised, it has to be the Feds.”

“They’ll make a mess of things.”

“Probably,” Len agrees. “I know a bunch of them, though; worked closely with them. They trust me. If I say they have to work with the CCPD – the good, not-corrupt parts of the CCPD – they’ll bitch and whine but they’ll do it.”

Barry nods. “And it’s better than the Families,” he says, thinking back to his dad’s stories of the older days, when he was a kid, back when Central City had been a real Family haven. Murders on the train lines, police looking the other way except for when the ones on the take were assaulting people who tried to fight back against Family influence, drugs sold openly on street corners, violence and crime everywhere...

They can’t let that happen.

“I’ll call my guys,” Len says, pulling out his phone. “You call Iris. We need to make this public.”

“Public? The riots –”

“I know,” Len says grimly. “Publicizing it will only make the riots happen faster. I know. I’m planning for it.”

“Planning – but why?”

“Because we don’t have time to do otherwise. Even if I call the Feds, mobilization takes forever and Election Day’s tomorrow. As it is, the Feds won’t be able to pull in enough guys to properly fight the Families at full force. We need the citizens of Central City – even if the only thing they can do is create such a mess that no one in the Families will be able to escape.”

Barry swallows hard, imagining his beautiful city in flames, knowing that these types of riots can kill people, but he nods. There’s no other way of stopping the Families. The people have to know.

The people have a right to know.

“One last thing,” he says hesitantly.

Len raises his eyebrows. He’s already dialing.

“The Feds can do a lot,” Barry says, then swallows. “But they can’t defeat the Reverse Flash.”

No one can.

Not even Barry.

He’s not fast enough. But if the Reverse Flash is Wells, then maybe he was never going to be.

But Barry’s the only one who even stands a chance.

He has to try.

Len pauses, considering.

“You’re right,” he says after a long moment. “They can’t. They’re not equipped for something like that; he’ll plow right through them.”

Barry winces.

Another moment of silence.

“Okay,” Len finally says. “Okay. After we alert the Feds and Iris, you and I, we’ll go stop him ourselves.”

“Ourselves? But we don’t even know where he is!”

“Of course we do,” Len says. “Now that I’ve had a moment to think about it, it’s obvious. I know where he’s hiding, and I know where he’s keeping Thawne and Mick.”

“Where?”

“STAR Labs,” Len says. “Right in the part that was hand-made – literally – by Zoom Contracting.”

Hand-made by Wells.

By the Reverse Flash.

By the Man in Yellow.

Of course.

“I know just where to go,” Barry says.

[thedeviltohisangel]

Headlights On The Highway//2//Baby You’re Not That Kind

70s AU; Michael & Violet enjoy a very interesting business dinner.

mentions of murder, rough behavior towards women

masterlist in bio!

“Violet, would you mind staying for a minute?” She paused where she was leaving Michael’s office, having finished dividing the tips for the night.

“Yes, Mr. Langon?” He viciously rolled his eyes. “Sorry, yes, Michael?” After her initial interview and...audition, she had had trouble looking him in the eye. And he had noticed. And Violet had the sick feeling that he was enjoying it. Getting off on it.

“I was thinking you might have the time to join me for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Dinner?” There was that eye roll again.

“Do you not eat that meal? Is the word foreign to you?”

“No, dinner is my favorite meal actually.”

“Who the fuck picks dinner as a favorite meal?”

“If you’re going to rudely banter with me, then I do not wish to have dinner with you.” He felt his hand that was resting on his desk clench into a fist. No one had ever denied him anything even in a jovial tone. Especially not a women. One who worked for him no less.

“I-” The words were getting caught in his throat as he fought to ride the delicate balance between rage and manners. “I won’t accept your insolence. My car will be outside your building at 6 tomorrow and I will wait for five minutes after which, if you are not in the car, it will leave and you will no longer have a place within my staff. Am I making myself clear enough?” She nodded, not wanting to say the wrong thing as his voice had taken on a darker, demanding tone. Violet clutched her shared of the tips closer to her chest and spun on her heels before doing her best to confidently stride out of Michael’s office. He couldn’t help but appreciate the way her dress rode up her ass on the way out.

----

At 5:59, Michael’s Blackhawk pulled up in front of her building and he wasn’t surprised in the slightest to find that Violet was dutifully waiting outside. He had told her to dress nice and she had, her nude colored dress embroidered with roses looking just as innocently beautiful as he could have hoped for.

“I was expecting to see your driver behind the wheel,” she mused as she smoothed her skirt in order to sit down in the passenger seat without flashing him.

“The business I have to attend to tonight is a bit more...personal. The less opulence surrounding me and my arrival, the better.” Violet hummed and turned to look out the window so he wouldn’t be able to sniff out the slight hurt that was now radiating through her. She should have known that Michael wasn’t asking her to dinner on a date. Maybe a part of her had known that and she had just ignored it.

“How was your day?”

“Excuse me?” Michael almost lost control at his vehicle over the shock of her asking him such a simple question.

“I’m trying to be polite, make small talk. We don’t have to talk at all, I guess, I just figured-”

“No, it just caught me off guard is all. No one ever really tries to make small talk with me, you know? It’s always direct and straightforward or pleading.”

“Odd. I was raised to always ask how someone is or something along those lines before anything else.” He spared a quick look at her to see she was staring out the window. Something about the way the sunlight was coming in through the window as it set made her look otherworldly. And maybe she was.

“I think we come from much different worlds, Violet...Do you like listening to music?” She nodded. “Pick a station, then. And hand me a cig while you’re there.” She completed that part of the task first, her fingers shaking as he puckered his lips so she could place it between them for him. Her nervousness was replaced by panic as he took both hands off the wheel to light his smoke.

“Michael!” she screeched as cars began to honk at them as the car began to veer onto the other side of the road.

“You think I would let either of us fucking die?” When she didn’t respond as quickly as she normally did, he turned to see she had her eyes closed and was muttering something under her breath. “You good there, babe?” His hand rubbed against her thigh in the hopes she would snap out from under whatever trance she was under.

“Sometimes, when my heart skips a beat like that, I have to count backwards from 100 to get it back to normal. Sorry.”

“No I, uh, I’m sorry. For putting you through a scare like that.” He swallowed thickly. The positive words of an apology tasted like vinegar coming off his tongue.

“Thank you,” she replied with a deep sigh as she leaned forward again to fiddle with the dials of his radio. The sounds of ABBA hit her ears and she paused, leaning back in her seat as her shoulders gently shimmied along with the song. “A couple of years ago I was really super into this song cause I was 17.” She ended her reveal with a giggle.

“Sometimes it’s the little things in life that help us get through,” he mused as his long fingers turned the volume dial up slightly. The chorus was about to come up and Violet could feel her desire to sing along building up inside of her as well.

“Do you wanna see the dance my friends and I made up for this?” There was no trace of her joking or teasing in her voice and when Michael glanced her way her arms were already moving fluidly along to the music. She didn’t wait for his answer and as the chorus hit so did her dance moves. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as the sound of her voice began to waft throughout the car and she was good. She was really good.

“You’re a good singer. And a good dancer. You work for me so of course you are.” Her thanks came out breathlessly as she turned the radio down during a commercial.

“You don’t give out compliments much, do you?” He knew if he looked at her that there would most likely be some form of a devilish smirk on her face.

“No. So don’t expect them or think that they really mean anything.” She bit her lip so her snarky remark wouldn’t slip past them as they pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant.

“This is much nicer than I had planned for, Michael,” she said as she frantically began to dig through her tiny bag to see if she had remembered to pack her lip gloss and mascara.

“Relax, Violet. You’re here as something of a distraction for our other companions. They won’t be looking at your face.” Her cheeks burned as his words registered inside of her.

“You brought me here to be a fucking prop?” His dancer-like fingers found purchase on her jaw, holding her stare intently onto him.

“Don’t you use language like that directed towards me ever again. One slip up tonight and you’ll be erased from existence.” Violet believed him. She had heard rumors of what happened to previous employees of his. What had happened to even strangers on the street that he had gotten a certain vibe from.

“Yes, sir.” The freedom felt by an uncaged bird was snatched away from her as he yanked his fingers back from her jaw.

“You flirt with them like it’s your high school crush until our food comes and then it’s my turn. Then, you don’t even make eye contact with them. You pick at your food and stare at your feet.” Michael was now questioning why he had chosen a newbie to accompany him as his arm candy that night. Normally the job was reserved for much more experienced members of his staff and they went through a rigorous training process before they were even deemed remotely reliable for such an event. “Now fluff your hair and let’s get going.”

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“Langdon, this one is new.” Violet didn’t even flinch when the man’s hand stroked across her chin as if he was assessing the product.

“Gentlemen this is-”

“Callie.” To his credit, he only let the shock register across his face for a moment before he recovered. Luckily the men did not notice and they took turns kissing her hand one by one before Michael led her over to their table. She made a note in her own mind that there was no one else at the restaurant and thinks that must have been intentional. “Mr. Langdon did not warn me as to the handsome nature of his friends.” She smiled politely at Michael as he pushed her chair in for her.

“There’s a lot of things Langdon doesn’t share with people.”

“Especially that he had acquired such a gem as yourself for his crown.”

“Callie, this is Mr. Fisher, a business investor in the Cooperative.” Violet leaned forward so she could rest her hand on his thigh.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Mr. Langdon’s and a patron of his fine establishment, is a friend of mine.” Her lip getting caught on her bottom lip was a pure accident but she felt the man’s thigh twitch under her hand regardless.

The dinner carried on just as Michael had instructed her it would. She gave the man fluttering eyelashes and kept her lips glossy and made sure to touch them as softly as possible every time they were within her reach. Violet could only hope that he was pleased with her performance. Not only was she afraid to let him down but it also felt nice to be included inside his inner circle even if it was a sham or only for one night.

“You and your friend continuing the party at the club tonight?” The meal had finished but none of the men showed any signs of being ready to leave.

“Why? Were you looking to join us?” Michael inquired as he rested a hand on Violet’s thigh. She was surprised by his slightly patronizing tone, as if he was making fun of his company for thinking they were worthy of spending a night with him and her at the club.

“Well, if you weren’t, I was gonna see if the pretty little lady wanted to see what a real good time looked like.” She opened her mouth to offer him a sweet response in the way she knew Michael would like but his own venomous tone beat her to it.

“She stays with me but I’m sure she appreciates the offer, Everett.” When he placed his napkin from his lap back onto the table, Violet knew that was her queue to get ready to leave as well.

“C’mon, Langdon, don’t tell me you’ve lost your zeal for sharing.” His hand enclosed around her wrist and yanked her forward so she fell off her seat with a yelp. Her first instinct was to try and get herself free but the man only gritted his teeth and held onto her tighter.

“Let go.” Michael was trying to remain neutral, not show his hand as to how he was being affected by the mistreatment of Violet. Every time he had brought a women to such a business meeting, he had let many things slide and she had always been okay with it. He had made sure of that. But Violet was different. She was an untainted soul. Unwilling to compromise her lifestyle with the demands that Michael placed on her. She had found a way to keep both  intact and he had begun to admire that. He’d be damned if he let these horny, perverted assholes break her before he had the chance to himself.

“Langdon-” The man never finished his plea as Michael picked up a steak knife and aimed it right for his throat, finding his target with a practiced ease. Violet gasped and scurried herself backwards as his hand went limp around her wrist and his blood spattered onto her face.

“Does anyone else have a request they would like to ask of me? Does anyone else have anything to say to my guest?” He was stoic. Not a single muscle in his body was shaking with adrenaline or unease and none of his nerve endings felt any different than they had before he threw the knife. None of them dared to open their mouths or even lift a finger. “Good. I expect all your deposits by tomorrow morning...and clean up this mess.” Both of his arms slid under Violet’s as he forcefully lifted her to a standing position. She couldn’t take her eyes off the slumped body in front of her.

“Michael…”

“Listen to me, you pull yourself together and walk out of here with your head held high and a fucking smile on your face,” he whispered harshly into her ear. All she really wanted to do was cry but she nodded along with his request instead. With a deep breath, she tilted her nose upward and smiled while trying not to taste the blood that was speckled across her mouth.

“A pleasure to meet you all.” She was proud at how her voice didn’t shake nearly as much as her hands were as she spoke the farewell words. The blown kiss and a wink were done to prove to Michael she could follow directions and finish a job through until the very end. Afterwards, he all but dragged her out into the parking lot with a bruising grip on her upper arm. “Let go of me!” Violet ripped her arm out of Michael’s and turned around so she could face him and push against his chest.

“Get in the goddamn car, Violet! We don’t have time for you to throw a hissy fit.” When she pushed against his chest again he bear-hugged her against his chest and carried her kicking and screaming the rest of the way to his car.

“I was fine playing along as your little side piece for the night but I did not consent to being a witness for murder!” The last word came out in a scream and he clapped his hand over her mouth after he practically threw her into the passenger seat.

“You better shut up. You keep your nasty little mouth shut or you’ll force my hand and I don’t want to have to do that to you, okay?”

“You’ll fucking kill me too?” she sobbed as the weight of the evening finally settled on her shoulders. He didn’t even dignify her question with a response, instead just sighing and closing the door before making his way to the driver’s side.

“My friend owns an ice cream place down the road, I’ll take you there to get cleaned up before I bring you home.” Michael’s voice was a bit softer now as the high of the kill began to wear off and he realized he had a sobbing, bloodied girl sitting in his car and that he was entirely to blame. He hadn’t felt remorse for his actions in a very long time but something about Violet made him think that she truly hadn’t done anything in her life to deserve such a shit hand. Such shit treatment.

She shivered slightly under the harsh lights of the white bathroom, Michael making her take off her dress because of the blood spatter, lighting it on fire in the sink.

“Will anyone even know he’s dead?” she asked as he helped her shrug into an employee uniform his friend had lying around.

“What did I say, Violet?”

“We had dinner...just the two of us...nothing else happened.” He nodded along to her words.

“Good, my sweet girl, good. Let’s get you home so you can get some sleep.”

“Michael?” He hummed as an answer, “Can I get a milkshake first? Since we’re here.” And there was no way he could deny her that. Something so innocent and beautiful and simple.

“Of course.” He helped her down from the sink and led her back out into the parlor with a gentle hand on the small of her back, directing her towards a booth. “What flavor?”

“Vanilla is fine,” she replied as her eyes stayed glued to the table in front of her and she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold in the draft of the main area. Without even thinking about it, Michael shrugged off his paisley jacket and rested it on her shoulders before heading to the counter to get her her milkshake.

“You got a bit more color in your cheeks,” he announced as he made it back to her with the drink in tow.

“I think I’ll feel a bit better with some sugar in me...do you want the cherry?” She held the stem between two fingers before plucking it from the mountain of whipped cream at Michael’s nod. Something stirred inside of her as his lips enclosed around the red, candied fruit and gracefully pulled it off the stem and into his mouth. He took the stem into his mouth next and when he stuck his tongue out at her after only a second, it was tied into a perfect knot at the end. “Do you have dinners like that often?

“I’m not answering any of your questions until I get a spoonful of whipped cream.” That managed to put a smile on her face but she rolled her eyes at his request regardless. She used the long spoon that had come in the glass to scoop from the mound of whipped topping, extending her arm across the table so she could place it into his mouth. “Thank you, babe. And not too often. Often enough to keep all my business deals secure and the club up and running.”

“Do you always bring a girl with you?”

“Women have a way of making men show their true selves, for better or for worse. Whether they’re a polite gentlemen or a sleaze. They’ll do anything to impress a pretty girl and I like to know everything about the people I conduct business with.”

“Why me tonight?”

“Wild card. I had a feeling about you and wanted to see if it was correct.” She didn’t ask if it had been because she didn’t know what that would mean about herself. It would mean that she fit into Michael’s world, the darkest corners of it. It would mean that she had earned a place by his side. It would mean that the girl who poured coffee at her parent’s diner was so long gone that she might as well of disappeared. “I don’t want you to worry about any repercussions from tonight, Violet, I’ll protect you from everything. You have my word.” She kept her eyes locked on his as she forcefully sucked the last of her milkshake through the straw.

“Will you take me home now?” He nodded and stood with her, draping his arm over her shoulder as they left and made their way to his car.

The ride to her building was quick and quiet, no ABBA this time, Violet was beyond tired and just hoping that she wouldn’t take too long to find the sleep she so desperately was craving. Michael cut the engine when they pulled up to the curb and got out so he could open her door like a gentleman, owing her the softness of every action he was taking. She held onto his hand as they reached her front door, Michael admiring that she still managed to look beautiful even under the harsh, yellow light of the entryway. He watched silently as she produced her key from her purse and inserted it into the door.

“Wait,” he whispered as he grabbed her hand again to make sure she didn’t slip behind the door yet. “Thank you for tonight, you were great, maybe even perfect. Take a couple of days off from the club, if you need them.”

“But then I wouldn’t have an excuse to see you,” she said back as if she was divulging all of the world’s secrets in that one sentence. He only smiled and then pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger a bit longer than he should have.

“Good night, Callie.” With one stroke of his knuckles down her cheek, he turned around and disappeared into the night. Violet stood for a moment until she heard the engine of his car roar to life and peel off down the street. She smiled as she finally walked into her building. Somehow, the darkness of Michael Langdon was beginning to feel like home.

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what if it’s us? (ch. 5)

also posted on ao3 | ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4

Quiet and Lance shouldn't ever be put in one sentence. It sounded odd.

Their footsteps and the sounds of the night were the only things filling the gloomy air. Lance had asked Pidge earlier if he could walk her home. She told him he didn't have to and that she was fine on her own yet he insisted. "But I want to. Plus, I made you watch my practice and wasted your time so it'd only be fair if I keep you company for a while."

His reasoning didn't make sense though, she let him. She could use some company.

Lance stayed silent as they walked. Not completely silent because this was Lance she was talking about. Just quiet.

He'd ask her stuff and listen to her talk. But when she'd ask him something, he would just give her a strained smile and a brief answer. No long side stories, no jokes. Nothing.

"Alright. Spill." She finally broke the silence.

"What?"

"What happened back there? Your teammate said something to you before practice. You've been acting weird since then."

"Very observant."

"You're just very easy to read. And I have the people reading skill of a fucking snail so that says a lot."

For the first time since his practice, Lance cracked a genuine smile and snorted. "Yeah, it was nothing. Just temporarily lost my position as flyer."

"Temporarily." She raised a brow. "Meaning you'll get it back right?"

"Not sure about that. Coach said it was because of my injury but I knew they've wanted to replace me for quite a while now."

"The hell would you think that?"

He let out a weak chuckle, his smile straining. "So like, we have three main flyers. I was one of them and was the only guy."

"That's awesome."

"I know right? That was kind of my thing, being Altea's only male flyer. Very proud of that." It was her turn to smile when she saw his proud grin though, it faded away immedietly. "I was doing great y'know? But then this freshmen joined our team and well, he's pretty talented. Super talented, actually. He was already good at things I wasn't when I was a freshmen. He's more flexible, has better footwork, rhythm, balance, everything!"

No wild gesture, instead he kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Ever since he joined, they've been making him try some of my parts and stunts. My team wasn't that subtle about it. They kept praising him about how he didn't even have to try while they kept commenting about how I have to try harder and practice more than anyone in the team just to get on his level."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Lance turned to her with a puzzled look. "Well, yeah? My self esteem is crashing, Pidge. It's not fun getting replaced."

"Not that part. I mean, you practicing more. Why're you making it sound like that's something to be ashamed of?"

The tone of her voice remained the same, calm and curious, but the question somehow made the atmosphere change.

Falling once again into silence, his feet stopped moving. Pidge followed and just stood there beside him, waiting for him to answer.

He didn't. She continued.

"Being talented is good and all but just having talent doesn't really do anything. Sure, you have to work harder if you don't have it -which by the way, you absolutely do- but isn't that the point? I don't know much about dancing but from what I've seen, you got the skills. Skill takes more than just talent to have and improve, it needs practice, it needs you to try." A sigh. "And you always try. Sometimes it's annoying but most of the time it's... admirable." Pidge had to look away saying that last word.

She still wasn't sure why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up.

Nonetheless, she really did appreciate how Lance would just... always try. He tried to study every night at the library even though he'd just end up getting distracted most of the time, he was trying to pursue his dreams of becoming a dancer while taking a medical course at the same time, tried befriending her, tried understanding all of the perplex words that would come out of her mouth whenever she'd ramble about tech.

Pidge liked that about him.

She liked all of him. Even the annoying parts.

...

Oh.

Oh.

The mystery of why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up was then solved.

Flustered at the realization, she took a deep breath and looked at her feet to calm the pounding of her chest.

"Wow-" He interrupted her thoughts. Confusion struck her as soon as she looked back at him.

He stared at her with a look she couldn't describe. It was frustrating how she didn't know what that look meant, especially when it gave her strange sensations in her belly. She still stood by her comment about Lance being easy to read, she just haven't seen this look before.

"You really don't have a brain to mouth filter huh?" He asked fondly.

"It's a curse."

Giggling, he then gave her another enticing smile with just the right amount of softness that warmth rushed through her. Out of all of his smiles, this one definitely stood out. Huh. She swore she had seen that smile before. "I like it, anyway."

"Want something to drink? We got coffee, peanut butter milkshake, tea."

"Coffee would be nice."

Keith knew it was a little creepy but, he couldn't help looking at him every two seconds. Not when his crush for almost 5 years looked like that.

At least he could distract himself by making said crush's coffee. The bastard had a complicated coffee mix preference, he liked his sweet with a small glump of cream.

Really, the Holts were late bloomers, he knew that. Pidge didn't even have her first period until sophomore year of high school. But this, this glow up was too late, too sudden, and too much that it was shocking. Not in anyway a bad thing.

Matt's hair was longer, just right above his shoulders, his face got sharper and more masculine, he was taller, his shoulders got broader too. But his smile remained the same, playful and cute. His honey gold eyes still carried curiosity and wonder in them. The last time Keith saw him, which wasn't that long ago, Matt looked like a literal hamster. Now-

"Hamsters are cute. Meaning, you're calling me cute."

Well, fuck. He didn't just say that last sentence out loud.

Trying to cover up the embarrassment, he let out a light laugh as he put the cup of coffee on the counter. "You wish. Here, take your diabetes."

"Thank you." The eldest Holt did just that and blew on it before taking a small sip. Keith didn't miss how his lips twitched at the taste. "I'm guessing Pidge isn't here yet?"

"Yeah. She's with a friend." Keith sat across him. "Want me to text her that you're here?"

"No, no! Let me be a surprise."

"But she already knew you were coming tonight."

"Still." Matt wore a proud smirk as if he won an argument, making Keith chuckle. Damn, he was in love with a loser. A hot loser, at least.

Matt took another sip of his coffee before speaking again. "So, uh, how are you guys? Pidge's been updating me twenty four seven but you- you haven't been responding to my texts lately." That last sentence was said more quietly as he fumbled with his cup.

"Sorry. I've been busy with the upcoming game."

"That's cool. Good luck, by the way."

"Thanks."

"Did you read my last text, though? I was kinda hoping I'd get an answer tonight."

Keith raised a brow. "I haven't." He was about to get his phone from his pocket when Matt suddenly spoke.

"I-! I uhm, I'm just gonna tell you what it says. Or ask you, rather, uh..." Scratching the back of his neck, Matt felt his cheeks heating up as he tried to find the right words to use. This was harder than he thought. "Listen, I'm only gonna be here until next week for our team's research. I want to spend that time not only with my little gremlin of a sister but also with you, so I was wondering if I could... take you out sometime this week?" He ended that with a shy but hopeful smile.

Keith swore his breathing stopped right then and there. Matt had asked him out before but it was through text that it was easier to say no.

But now, he was right in front of him, all awkward and red, it made Keith's heart beat so rapidly, his eyes wide, and mouth slightly opened. He was about to finally say yes but then stopped when his eyes fell back on the scar across the bridge of his nose.

"Did you ask Shiro?" The younger asked, his voice a little shaky, heart sinking slightly.

Matt blinked a couple of times before chuckling humorlessly. "Why would I ask Shiro?"

Keith only looked at him with furrowed brows and doubt in his eyes.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere grew tense.

"Keith, we broke up a year ago." Matt said with a sigh.

Keith internally prepared himself for another one these arguments.

"Yeah, but he's still your-"

"Soulmate. I know. And what about it?" He took a deep breath and continued when Keith only avoided his gaze. "Keith, we've talked about this. Shiro and I talked about this, I'm guessing you and Shiro have talked about this too. What's holding you back?"

Crossing his arms, Keith found himself thinking. The only things that were holding him back from saying yes, from finally being with his first love, were priorities and the universe. Shiro was the universe's first pick for Matt and Shiro's happiness was Keith's first priority.

It seemed wrong, or at least disrespectful, to date his brother's ex boyfriend and soulmate.

But it wasn't the early 2000s anymore, it was normal for people to date and even have families with others who weren't their soulmate, right?

Still, Matt was Shiro's soulmate.

Though, Shiro already said multiple times that it was okay, that he was okay.

So if the universe and Shiro were okay with it... Perhaps-

A warm hand gently holding his interrupted his thoughts. "Give me a chance, Keith. Give us a chance. Think of your happiness this time." Gold glassy eyes stared at him, hopeful and loving. "Please." Matt said, almost a whisper yet he still noticed how shaky it was.

With a squeeze to Matt's hand, Keith finally accepted happiness.

His happiness.

A door slam. "Keith, I-! Oh shit, Matt?"

Keith immediately pulled his hand away- an instant regret for he already missed his warmth -as Matt stood and greeted his spitting image. "H-Hey, Pidge."

Pidge's face brightened, leaving the sun jobless. She then ran to her brother and jumped into his arms. Matt lifted her up and hugged his sister so tightly as if they haven't seen each other in years. "Were you and my Keith holding hands or was I hallucinating?" She asked quietly in a teasing tone.

"I missed you too." He answered instead before pulling away.

Choosing the movie had always been Matt's job, because despite being a big ass nerd, the man had a fine taste in films. Tonight though, the choice was on Pidge.

His brother just kept suggesting cheesy, romantic Disney straight to DVD originals that she had to get the remote away from the 22 year old man in love with her best friend who was currently out getting some quick take outs.

"Jeez, does your sudden chaotic change of movie preference correlates with you finally getting a date or are you just in a very Disney mood?" Pidge asked as she set the bowl of popcorn on the sofa.

Matt put the bowl on the table with a click of his tongue. "I don't know. How about you tell this Lance guy that you guys are soulmates, start dating, and let's see if you'll suddenly have the urge to watch Starstruck or Geek Charming. That'd be an excellent mini research."

"How bout you shut up?"

"Rude." He gasped dramatically. "But seriously though, you should just tell him."

Unlike with other people in her life, Pidge just couldn't keep a secret from Matt. She kept him updated with the things that happened in the past months, soulmate drama and all.

Sitting beside him with a pout and a twist in her stomach at the thought of Lance rejecting her, she said. "It's not that easy, okay? He doesn't like me like that."

"But you like him?"

Her face flushed as she turned her gaze to the TV. "... Maybe." She haven't had the time to think about it deeply when she had this realization earlier, but as much as she wanted to deny it, Lance and his ten thousand smiles made her feel the strangest yet nicest things.

The little scars and bruises along with her left foot tickled slightly at the thought of him.

"How did you know it was the right thing to do?" Pidge suddenly blurted out, either out of curiosity or desperation to change the subject, she wasn't sure.

"Hmm?"

"To let go of Shiro?"

A deep breath. "I just reminded myself that perhaps the universe is wrong. If he isn't happy with me, if we aren't happy, then maybe I'm just not the yee to his haw." Pidge couldn't help but snort at the meme reference. "We shouldn't force ourselves to be together just because the universe miscalculated and picked the wrong brogane. But the universe isn't always wrong."

Hugging her legs, careful with her injured foot, she asked. "What if it is this time, with my soulmate and I?"

"And why would you think that?"

For a second, the soft look on Lance's eyes when he found out about his "soulmate" flashed through her mind. Her chest tightened.

"Because he wouldn't be happy with me."

Matt kept himself from rolling his eyes, only because of how broken her sister looked, and sighed instead. "He doesn't even know yet."

"He seems very much okay with being someone else's soulmate, the universe must've fucked up again for sure."

"What if the universe isn't wrong? You know what dad says, if you keep worrying about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance of doing something great. In this case, if you're so afraid of it being wrong then you might miss a chance of being with someone great."

A small smile appeared on her face at the mention of their father's familiar advice. Although, she missed the weight of his hand on her shoulder, a gesture that would always come with every one of his dad advice.

Those words comforted her, nonetheless.

Pidge took a deep breath, making a decision. "You're right. I should probably tell him." She meant it this time. Pidge then made an internal promise that she would try. Soon. Her lips formed a small smile. "Thanks, Matt."

As if on cue, Keith entered the apartment with two bags of take outs in his hand, holding his helmet with the other. "So what are we watching?"

"A Cinderella Story."

"Matt, no."

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Jackpot | pt. 3 [FINAL]

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess…

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 8.5k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Finally the last chapter! The oneshot has originally 20.958 words, so I decided to split it in three chapters. It’s the final one. The closure of this rhapsody (am I cocky, lol?), yeah. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing, ‘cuz it was fun talking about RPDR, movies, Vhope, Jeon Seagull, Namjoon, you, Dragon! Yoongi au spitting fiiire oooh, Star Trek references, etc :) Forgive any grammar mistakes.

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Yoongi knew it. He fucking knew it in the moment Namjoon began contending about some girl willing to guide them through Las Vegas. He saw back in then that something would rotten up during the process. Nothing could ever go soft and swift, every damn time, Kim Namjoon would come up with some drama, or Hoseok and Taehyung would fight, or the pipes from their filming location would BUST IN GEYSERS FROM EVERY WALL AND FLOOR.

He could gain money by showing off his auguring powers. At least from some dumb folk like Namjoon.

They worked together for 10 years. A decade living through ups and downs, but what kept their Cinematography Company moving and succeeding was the timing. Namjoon directs a successful movie, then gets involved with someone, breaks up and directs a shitty movie. It was a cycle in which Yoongi never complained and watched happening time after time. In 10 years, Kim Namjoon proved to be a genius and that he acknowledge the romantic vicious cycle, never defying it by getting involved with someone after almost breaking their business.

In situations of risk like these, Yoongi takes over his Spock role and always gives good advices to Captain Namjoon. It was his Vulcan power, after all. The Enterprise never bankrupted precisely because everytime one of the bosses made a bold move or a bad decision, someone would soothe it with a better idea or stopping before happening.

This time, though, Namjoon was being a stubborn bitch. Yoongi considered the idea of poisoning him and keeping the whole company under his name and charge.

Oh, he really pondered and even searched for undetectable poisons, but their 10 years story spoke louder than the homicidal side of Min Yoongi.

Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi met whilst working. They were producing the songs from a  soundtrack, after so many nights of writing and playing instruments, sometimes all by themselves, their similarities brought them closer. A beautiful and honest friendship blossomed, nurtured with honest, curses, talent, humor, sarcasm and a lot of partnership.

Eventually, their dreams became way too big and only working for a company wasn't satisfying them. With their savings combined, Namjoon and Yoongi registered a firm called “Enterprise Inc.”. They had the name and ideas, but only when Taehyung and Hoseok appeared that their machine began working.

Independent movies were becoming a trend, so their company grew and more people got hired to different task. Jimin, Jungkook, Emerson, Jade, Taylor, Shmaillah, Zariah and Robin were now part of their big family. They treated each other like relatives.

However, since not everything happened smoothly, Namjoon also had his flaws. Unfortunately, his passion and volatility affected financially their business and finances. Kim Namjoon loved loving, but his kind of love changes fast and finishing a relationship always turned him into a grumpy man.

His longest relationship lasted 1 year and a half, with an author and professor of Creative Writing at London Institute of Art, Barbara. Unfortunately, their break up made Namjoon extra unbearable, to a point where the actors hired would quit and the filming had to be stopped. His mood swings almost led Enterprise to declare bankrupt.

Of course Yoongi dated, actually he's been officially living with Emerson for over five months, but his personal life never affected the professional. Home feuds stayed at home, even because his girlfriend worked as head from the Enterprise's Marketing and Advertising department.

After discussing, they slept for four hours. Yoongi always valued his sleep and would rest whenever (and wherever) possible, but their argue made the atmosphere inside the room unbearable. Namjoon couldn't sleep as well, he knew Min was right, but and if he allowed himself getting closer to Nya, then doubtlessly at some point would end up falling for her. Namjoon was an assumed romantic mushy, but with a volatile heart.

They went to the buffet, dragging a sleepy Jungkook and an awaken Hoseok jogging, dancing, humming and texting his boyfriend, also animated and sending copious audios thrilled with the last night events. Even though it was already noon, people having breakfast could be seen all around.

— I can see a whole bunch of people with last night’s makeup smudged. Walk of shame, guys. - Jungkook murmured after drinking a whole mug of coffee.

— You walked in the hotel with someone else’s skirt, smudged makeup and cummed pants in a brown paper bag. Walk of shame, bro. - Yoongi grinned and stared at Jungkook.

— Last night was nuts, wasn’t it? - The younger one asked, sipping from his second mug. - We started in a bar and end up in a Ball. What the fuck, I love my life.

— Yeah. Crazy night. - Namjoon disassembled himself from the conversation with a sweep of hand.

Jungkook could feel the tension around. Namjoon and Yoongi were clearly pissed at each other, and it was palpable around. The air was borderline toxic with so much electricity. However, Jeon could rightfully guess why. In his time working for Enterprise Inc., that same negative energy surrounded them plenty of times before. Currently, everyone knew their financial situation, since two actors decided to leave the project in order to get away from Namjoon and his bad temper, and one actress who broke contract after being casted to a bigger production.

Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon were great egos and minds. Working together represented war and success. They bickered, yet found ways to reconcile and respect each other’s differences, at least during toil days of finishing every detail, since both were also meticulous with lighting, angles, planning thoroughly even colours and shades. In fact, Jungkook graduated in cinema, but most of his practical knowledge was obtained by watching his bosses.

For a matter of fact, Jungkook could have chosen to remain in Korea and work with K-Dramas, movies or even MVs. Their cinematography industry was in constant growth, Jeon would never actually be unemployed, mainly with his fame as an idol. Even though his payment wasn’t the highest one, residing in London wasn’t impossible or uncomfortable, he could be classified as a wealthy lad, since the fame acquired during his boygroup years still paid him for image copyright licensing.

Jungkook was so famous in Korea, that every film produced by Enterprise Inc. sold like water on desert. Their film grossing came 6% from Seoul only. His stardom reached such a level that Jeon Seagull was mentioned beside great names like BIGBANG and Super Junior.  

When Jungkook became 25 years old, his biggest fan club in England during a whole month sent 25 roses to the Enterprise Inc. building daily.

Although, even with fame and constant proofs of how influential he still was, Jungkook felt good by being treated like a younger brother. No one gave him a special treatment or rolled out a red carpet whenever he walked around. Once, after having a small party at Yoongi’s place, he vented with his hyungs about fame and all, Min Yoongi stared at him blankly and said placid:

— I couldn’t care less about your idol life and shit. For me, you are Jeon Jungkook and works with film editing, you can even sing whilst doing your job, but it will never earn you a golden star.

It worried him watching his hyungs and main inspirations brawling, probably over Namjoon’s love interest in Nya and how it would affect his work. Also, Jungkook knew about money problems and thought about offering some cash to help and stabilize their finances, however everyone knew Yoongi would rather sell a kidney before accepting any loan.

— NOO!! - Hoseok yelled and punched the table, cell phone still on his other hand and eyes furiously staring at the screen. That unexpected behavior startled everyone.

— What happened? Did someone die? - Namjoon questioned, genuinely worried.

— No! But someone is about to! Taehyung finished watching The Umbrella Academy without me! I'm going to kill my boyfriend! - Hoseok declared and began typing furiously.

- x - x - x - x -

Nya felt an apprehension in the air, like something was off. Namjoon and Yoongi barely looked at each other, definitely not a subtle change from their past behavior. It could be only a hangover, or not. Well, she wasn’t in such position to question them.

Whilst Namjoon and Yoongi were silent, Hoseok and Jungkook were jamming to whatever played on the radio, creating choreographies out of blue and pulling the grumpy men. Maybe in a common day things were like that, very balanced: two neutrons and two protons.

Their last demand was going to thrift shops, and places selling wigs. Their desire was an order, so Nya chose “Opportunity Village Thrift Store” and Honey’s favourite place to buy wigs.

The ride to Opportunity Village seemed to last forever. Namjoon wanted to talk and have fun along with Nya, Hoseok and Jungkook, but Yoongi could consider it flirting and throw a homeric tantrum. Oh, he would die out of embarrassment.

Arriving was a relief. Yoongi stretched his legs and stared at Jeon. Before leaving the hotel, they decided that having Yoongi always sitting on Hoseok’s lap wasn’t fair, so using their best tool of democracy (a.k.a rock, scissor, paper) the last ones would play to decide who would flump and who would be flumped. In conclusion, maintaining a Jungkook steady during a car ride isn’t comfortable.

Opportunity Village Thrift Store looked huge. Garment tracks, clothing rails, huge baskets and hampers with colourful fabrics and shoes. It felt like a paradise and a warzone. Namjoon seriously considered the idea of diving in one of them, only to test how it feels like, but kept a composed behavior.

Nya got in and pulled a huge pink coat from one of the baskets, throwing it in Yoongi’s direction, whose first reflex was to deviate, watching the fabric becoming a puddle on his feet. He picked it up and dressed. Understanding it as an ice-breaker, everyone else decided to have their fun exploring what the store had to offer.

— I’m gonna pop some tags. Only got 20 dollars in my pocket. - Hoseok began singing happily, getting out from the fitting room with a huge ass fur coat covering down his knees, pink glasses and platform shoes.

Jungkook was with his body halfway in one of the baskets, but after listening the fitting room’s door opening, he stood up using a baseball cap, a t-shirt made of black tulle with Xs covering the nipples. Hoseok never behaved discreetly, but seeing him all dressed up and singing Macklemore, it made Jeon cackle and sit on the ground.

— You look like an asian version of Elton John on a budget! - Jungkook managed to utter between guffaws.

Before Jungkook died out of laughter, Namjoon showed up with a brown ushanka covering his lilac hair, white jacket with voluptuous shoulder pads and a brown clutch. Jung was about to pronounce something, when Kim opened a huge and glittery fan that was hidden inside the jacket’s pocket.

— You look like a cheap version of Adam Lambert, Jeon. - Namjoon sounded serious, but a quirk dimpley smile took over his features.

Everyone laughed and looked around for Nya, since Yoongi was anything but undercover with his bright pink coat, sitting on one wooden bench close to the fitting rooms, he typed something on the cellphone, a deadly serious face, not even paying attention to all foolery.

The woman emerged from the third and last fitting room. She was using a dress made of golden sequins, her cleavage in evidence and left leg standing out of a opening. Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok shut up and stared at her in awe.

— Can someone please make a joke so I will feel less embarrassed? - She muttered, cheeks getting warmer and redder with their eyes laying on her stunning figure.

— Nya, Big Bird from Sesame Street called. - Yoongi pronounced without looking at her, still typing and unfazed. - He wants his drag queen dress back.

They got back to laugh until tears were streaming down their faces, even Yoongi giggled a little. Everyone went back inside a fitting room, dressing back their own clothes and going out, looking for more funny outfits.

…

Namjoon and Nya would never understand or feel able to explain how, but somewhere between laughing at a pair of ugly ass shoes and grabbing more stuff to try on, they found themselves making out inside one fitting room. Sitting on the ground, her legs straddling him and his hands cupping her ass, their mouths connected and only separated looking for air (or taking turns in kissing necks), lips moving in sync and desperately grinding against each other.

After a few minutes swirling tongues and trading saliva, they stopped gasping for air, foreheads touching and now fingers intertwined, laying on Namjoon’s lap. Nya smiled and gave him a quick peck, without saying a word. They agreed in making out without pronouncing syllables, got there and began smooching, not a single sound needed.

Namjoon moved his hands and posed them on her waist, smiling whilst staring and decorating every feature from Nya’s attractive face. The dimples, oh those dimples, she held his face and began kissing those goddamn cute details. Namjoon moved his face a bit, getting back to peck her lips passionately.

— I don’t want to leave this fitting room ever again. - Namjoon whispered watching Nya hop off his lap and sit beside him, laying her head on his shoulder, a long arm enveloping around hers.

— If we are going to do something else, then we gotta leave. - Nya murmured and caressed his clothed knee, making small heart shapes there.

— I like the way you think. - His free hand lifted her chin leaning a little to kiss there again.

Before they could even think about continuing the make out session, a loud knock on the door was heard, startling them. Namjoon froze on his spot when a deep voice was heard, most specifically Yoongi’s voice.

— Kim Namjoon, why is Nya inside a fucking stall with you? - He sounded pissed off and it scared even the woman.

— W-who told something about Nya being here? - Namjoon questioned, trying to keep his cool.

— Who told me? A blue bird appeared to tell me. - His sarcasm sharp and killer like a knife, as always. - I COULD HEAR SOMEONE WHIMPERING FROM THE FRONT DOOR! AND IT WAS YOUR WHIMPERINGS!

Looking around, Namjoon tried to find another exit other than the door, in vain of course. Nya noticed Yoongi’s frown when he saw they kissing the day before, but would never imagine how against making out with her. By the way, why did Min even cared about it? Well, she didn’t understand, but Kim’s reaction surprised her: Glancing around desperately, fidgeting and anxious.

Did Yoongi carry a gun with him after all?

— Namjoon, you know I wouldn’t care about your romantic life, if you were capable of dicking down someone without falling in love and ruining our business! - Yoongi scolded profusely, words spitted like fire. The small man had flames inside his belly, always keen to burn whoever dared to cross his path and stumble. When their partnership became real and moneymaking, Namjoon’s creativity and intellect lost ground to Yoongi’s audacity, geniality and incredible honesty. Everyone in a meeting could witness how Min grows talking about money, market and tactics on getting attention, the same way Kim shrinks. 148 IQ points, tall and intimidating, but the business head looked like a human Hamtaro.

Indeed, Namjoon felt rickety closer to Yoongi. Who wouldn’t? Although their partnership equally shared in 50% of profit between them, who always controlled their accounts and hired people was Yoongi. Kim Namjoon was creative and smart, but Min Yoongi was ferocious, visionary, not afraid of facing bigger companies and calling attention to their work. Success depends on many more aspects than a well produced movie, knowing how to speak with business man, sell their product and spread their name. The universe knows Enterprise Inc., Mr. Spock always the mind, Captain Kirk their face and voice.

Namjoon wholeheartedly respected Yoongi, which was a mutual feeling.

It’s not like Yoongi was perfect and never made mistakes during their ten years career, running a filming company and producing polemical content.

Seven years ago, Min Yoongi dived from head to toe in a project about korean idols selling girls around the world, promoting prostitution and drug dealing. The movie was a mixture of documentary and fiction. Purposely or not, apparently the villain portrayed resembled a lot a certain manager from some big entertainment company and they were sued. Back in then, drowning in debts, Namjoon sat down and studied similar cases, learning with someone else’s past equivocation, he based their marketing on that judicial situation.

In the same way his sharp tongue and bold behavior made them big, Yoongi also caused a lot of trouble by saying something offensive. Once, Min Yoongi argued with a group of australian entrepreneurs, owners from a huge farm with mines around, a collaboration organised with Seokjin’s help was being discussed. Maybe joking about their political bias wasn’t the best choice of icebreaker, ‘cuz when they found themselves, Mr.Smith was red in anger and punching the table stopping himself from whacking Yoongi’s face.

However, Yoongi was right, Namjoon falls in love way too easily. Perhaps it was loneliness, or his massive levels of empathy. Fearing the loss of his company, Min Yoongi felt the grip and patience held along their trip fly away in the moment Jungkook and Hoseok appeared, but Kim and Nya were nowhere to be seen. Whimperings inside one stall, it was the last straw.

Nya and Namjoon got out the fitting room, red as beets. Yoongi had a hand covering his face, pissed off and trying to control his voice volume, not wanting to cause a stir.

— Why do you care? What happened of so serious? - Nya raised one eyebrow, still confused about Yoongi’s reaction about them making out. He would be sane to complain about public display of affection, but not the whole idea of someone kissing another human being.

— Namjoon is a workaholic, but also has a huge problem with loneliness. -  Yoongi slid the hand down his face and stared at her, dead opaque eyes. - Every single time he gets attached to someone and breaks up, who deals with his tantrums and childish behavior, grumpy face and irascible humour, believe me, wouldn’t be you, it would be me, our hired actors, and of course our ring of friends. He gets unbearable.

— But we are not dating or in love, if anything ever happened, it wouldn’t leave Vegas. You are overreacting. - She was clearly embarrassed with the whole situation, when did she expressed any feeling of passion? Nya flirted with Namjoon and mentioned sex, but never said anything about dating, falling in love, or whatever.

— Yoongi, you are being irrational. I’m not in love, we are just young, horny and getting along. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. - Namjoon backed up Nya, pissing the hell off of Min, who took a long and deep breathe.

— Exactly! What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but you know who else will be staying in Vegas? Us. We’re coming back in a month and if you dick her down now, you will probably want to get another dose after. I want you fully focused on working in ‘Fierce’, not splitting your thoughts between tortuous falling in love and doing your job properly. - The shorter man spat, again fire coming off his mouth.

— I’m focused! I’m having fun, but also analyzing every place we’ve been to!

— Oh, you are focused, right? Focused like a fucking cannon under a drunk man’s watch! - Min Yoongi snapped, if he ever worried about not causing a stir, then it disappeared like Namjoon’s rationality. - Do you know what I was doing whilst everyone tried on clothes? I was trying to resolve some of our location renting problems and checking how the filming for our other projects are going. - He got closer to Kim, poking one of his long fingers against the taller one chest. - By the way, did you make any contact with Enterprise every since we landed in Vegas? Did you check your phone? Did you worry about anything other than inserting your dick in somewhere or someone?

— No, but… - Namjoon suddenly felt small and shrinking more and more.

— That’s what I thought! Your whole focused ass is whipped and willing to lose everything we fought for, all for one night stand with some random one!

— Shut up! - Nya yelled, flustered and vexed, stepping closer to Yoongi. - Don’t you dare referring to me as if I’m not here. Don’t you ever treat me like someone random, trivial. I’m not a random someone, I’m the one guiding you around Las Vegas for free. It may not be something as big as filming a movie, but it’s also helpful. - She poked Yoongi’s chest, he gave one step back, their discussion drawing attention from people looking around, Hoseok and Jungkook showed up. - Your posh ass can be rich, or the owner from a company, but don’t you dare talking about me like a brainless person, someone incapable of fucking with someone without growing fond of that person! Your friend can be sappy and weak minded, but I am not. You don’t know me, Min Yoongi.

— We better leave before anything else is said, right Joon? - Jungkook asked, pulling Yoongi by one arm in the door’s direction.

— Yes, please, I don’t think I can keep on guiding you guys, I would say I’m sorry, but it is not true at all. - Nya seemed gloomy, but also frustrated. They were discussing sexism and pre-concepts in a movie, but Yoongi’s opinion about her seemed far from awaken. Maybe it was more about Namjoon and his past relationships, but why couldn’t Min consider her vision? A relationship necessarily has to have two sides, and both agreeing with their terms. Even if Kim fell in love, nothing would ever happen again if Nya did not fancy it.

Women do have voices and their standpoint should be taken seriously.

Maybe Yoongi wanted to protect both parts from heartbreak or unhealthy obsession, but what a problematic way of showing his worries. Why couldn’t he just ask for Nya’s opinion? It’s not fair or right.

Nya watched them leaving, Yoongi frowning and Namjoon in shock, both being dragged down by Hoseok and Jungkook. Everyone inside the thrift shop staring at them, dividing their glances between Nya and the group.

- x - x - x - x -

Whilst packing their bags again, Yoongi checked his pocket list of goals for the travel. He concluded that everything needed was basically sorted, places chosen and their owners actually liked them, which would make it easier to bargain better renting prices. Their casting situation and debt with Nya could be solved within days and a few phone calls, since while Namjoon was flirting, Jungkook and Hoseok were doing some bullshitery, Min gave his cellphone number to a no number of people.

Staring at Namjoon and his gloomy eyes felt heartbreaking, but Yoongi knew that it was the right thing to be done. Kim needed to keep his head on the game. They only had one chance, and oh boy, Min Yoongi would hold it with claws and teeth.

Nya was a bewildering creature and, after filming everything, Yoongi would totally invite her to their premiere, however in order to actually having a Premiere, they first had to rent places, cast people, transport their shit, direct, film, edit, and first of all, not declare bankruptcy. Namjoon should’ve know better, acting like a horny teenager would be the death of them.

The lilac-haired man wished things could be different, but Yoongi was correct and sane: Kim Namjoon would never know how to balance a relationship with work, at least not without slipping at some point and getting hurt.

Namjoon was aware of his workaholic condition. All of his relationships got to dramatic endings after spending hours in a row inside his office, studio or even at home, but with a notebook almost morphing into his lap. Every single one of his past girlfriends were very understanding, and accepted that working represented over 80% of his life, routine and thoughts, but being pushed into the background felt tiring. Namjoon hurted himself so many times with that and promised to change, which never happened.

Let’s face it, his fate had nothing to do with a successful love life.

Truth be told, but never convinced. Namjoon thanked mentally Yoongi, he saved Nya from a very frustrating life beside him.

Hoseok and Jungkook didn’t dare to say a word from hotel to airport. No one felt the need. Silence seemed adequate and anything else would only trigger into bickerings. There was no energy or disposition to raise voices and argue.

Silence and rain, those words defined their travel back to England.

- x - x - x - x -

— Zariah finished the filming of “Beast”. She sent the files to Jimin and Jungkook, but I think they will need my help, since Jeon is stuck with all those sequential cuts Yoongi made during “Je M’appelle Carinè”, and Park is simultaneously working on the sound effects for our first animated short-film “Poundcake”, and in… Oh Jimin is recording the soundtrack to “Fierce”? I’m proud of him. - Taylor, a short, chubby young lady, with short brown hair and sparkling eyes, was standing in front of Namjoon’s office table, staring at her iPad and checking every information, whilst he stared blankly outside the window. - Should I keep on working as your secretary? Or can I help Kook and Chim Chim on editing “Beast”?

— What? What did you just say? - Namjoon looked at her, blinking fast and slowly getting back to reality. - Sorry, Tay. I lost myself in my mind again. It’s been happening more often than I would like to assume.

— That’s alright. - She pulled a chair and sat in front of him, placing the iPad on her lap. - What’s bugging you, Joon?

Namjoon gazed again outside, eyes oscillating between shining and getting opaque again. Where should he even begin with? His mind was hopping from thought to thought, concern to concern, and somehow, even filled with preoccupations, Nya always danced between daydreams and awaken nightmares. Despite trying his best to forget and move on, the lady with a contagious smile, beautiful eyes and the smoothest skin ever seen found her way back to divagations.

Enterprise Inc. wasn’t placed in a huge building, actually, they placed had to place a billboard outside to indicate where the firm resided. An ancient building about to be demolished, that’s why Namjoon and Yoongi could bid a whole four floor building for such a bargain. With its structure, the duo fixed some details and reformed every flat, turning into different studios. Every deck had a specific department: first video editing and animation (recently inaugurated by Taehyung and Hoseok after finishing their online animating course), second reserved to audio (both recording and editing, Yoongi built his office there) and characterization accessories, third filming studios, last everything related to managing (marketing, advertisement, Human Resources, Management, and of course, Namjoon’s office). No one would ever imagine how proud Kim and Min were of their achievements, every award and nomination resulted in motivation. They were succeeding, from the bottom and going higher.

Imagining himself waking up and heading to somewhere else, other than the building made of red bricks and black doors, that thought scared the shit out of Namjoon. He would never cooperate or live happily after declaring bankrupt and having to shut down his business, at least not after conquering so many prizes, awards, incredible movies under his name. No, closing doors would never be an option.

— Taylor, I know everyone is aware of how ramshackle is our financial situation. Those projects, “Beast”, “Je M’Appelle Carinè”, “Poundcake” and “Fierce”, are our last string of hope. That’s why we are rushing to finish and release them. - Taylor nodded, in fact, everytime Namjoon and Yoongi argued behind closed doors, rumours around the office were spread. - Specially “Fierce”, we are investing every dime left in that. It’s probably our most expensive and laborious movie, but we count on it to keep us working for a few more months. Two weeks ago me, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook went to Las Vegas and rented places to film, but something happened there.”

“See, our guide, Nya, is the most dazzling creature alive. Not a single soul ever made me feel so impressed in my whole life, yet I can’t get attached to her. Not before finishing the filmings for “Fierce”, it would make me lose focus and possibly fuck everything up. It’s not my intention, but I can’t get her out of my head. Whenever I stop and think, she is there, dancing through my worries and thoughts.”

— Joon, why can’t you talk to her? - Taylor pushed her glasses down the nose bridge and raised one eyebrow. - It seems like by avoiding Nya, you are focusing in nothing else but her. Maybe this time your romantic curse was casted differently. You are not dating her, perhaps the vicious cycle is broken. Also, being unable to think about anything else won’t help you directing.

— I don’t know… - Namjoon pouted and laid his head against the wooden table, leaning the forehead there.

— When the filming to “Fierce” will begin?

— In two weeks. - Namjoon mumbled without raising his head, but now facing his brown walls. - We casted some american actors and actresses, our luggage is being packed, Yoongi made deals with every place to film, rented a house for the crew and us.

— You have two weeks to decide whether you want to invest in something with Nya, or not. It’s up to you. - Taylor made a flourishing movement with one of her hands, whilst standing up and staring again at the iPad. - Now about the “Beast” video editing...

— Go help Jimin and Jungkook. - Namjoon dismissed her and got back to his thoughts.

- x - x - x - x -

— Namjoon, you know I hate to accept when I’m wrong, huh? - Yoongi had an U shaped pillow around his neck, resting peacefully on a comfortable seat, whilst Kim typed on the notebook, adding some reminders on the script to himself. - But I think you should call Nya and ask her out.

— What? Why? - Namjoon turned his head and stared at Yoongi's unfazed face.

— You never had to take notes on scripts in order to work right. You are way a fucking genius, with 148 IQ points, had written masterpieces and composed glorious songs. - Min said without looking at his friend, but placing a hand on his knee. - In the past month you barely talked during reunions, you've been unfocused and divagating, also I spoke to Emerson, and she mentioned a certain talk you had with Taylor. Man, you need Nya and it's insane. You spent less than 24 hours by her side and now living without talking to her seems like a punishment. I don't understand how and why, but if contacting her during our permanence in Vegas will cheer you up, then I'm 100% supporting you. We need our leader, our main director.

Namjoon got back to typing without delivering a single sentence, Min’s hand still on his knee. Suddenly the space between their seats felt tinier, they were way too close and He needed to absorb Yoongi’s new position on Nya’s awe. Indeed, having his approval on looking for her was amazing, but how? During their trip to Las Vegas Min Yoongi said harsh things, leaving right after. Upon weeks of silence, even having Nya’s phone number saved, Namjoon never made effort to apologize, keep in touch or whatever. He respected Yoongi’s opinion, but his spitted phrases and dark tone made both parts highly uncomfortable.

He wanted and decided that looking for Nya was part of his plans whilst filming in Las Vegas, but embarrassment spoke louder and clearer. Namjoon wanted, but had no balls to accomplish it. At least not after remaining mute whilst Yoongi spat mean words at her, he could’ve defended their situation, stand up and put Min on his place. Well, what happened was far from ideal.

All Namjoon could think about, even before hearing Yoongi’s concerned and caring words about his mental state, was Nya, and what were the chances of her accepting to go on a date with him. Namjoon despised the idea of Nya evicting him.

Unlike Yoongi thought, Namjoon wasn’t in love before. It took him an array of nights stalking Nya’s Facebook page, checking her Instagram and reading how passionate her friends seemed to feel. Now, he felt obsessed and slightly uncomfortable with the idea of being dumped.

Nonetheless, Namjoon decided to pull himself together, grow a pair of balls and try. ‘No’ is a possibility, risking won’t harm.

Trying to gather some courage, the lilac haired man opened a new Word file and named “Captain’s Log”, getting in full Star Trek mode, he was Captain Kirk afterall.

“Captain’s log. Stardate -303753.640. We are arriving in the dusty and hot atmosphere of Las Vegas, a city located in the middle of Nevada, a state from United States of America, North America, one of the seven continents from planet Earth. My Vulcan friend, Mr.Yoongi, possessor of a great logical intellect is encouraging me to look for a human partner in our new location, specifically someone already acknowledged by Enterprise as homo sapien sapien, formed by carbon and XX chromosomes, turning it into a fascinating woman named Nya by her genitors. After our last expedition through Las Vegas, the relationship development between Enterprise’s Captain, yours truly, and terrestrial local resident Nya were harmed by Mr.Yoongi’s behavior towards her. Nevertheless, I’m willing to change our perspectives and get another chance.”

- x - x - x - x -

Saturday. A boring afternoon ghosting over Nya’s body, sitting on her couch along with Alexa. They were watching something about wildlife in Taiwan forests on National Geographics, a bowl with caramel popcorn between them and cups of mint tea. The curly-haired woman stared around her living room, noticing how the yellowish painting was peeling and slowly showing stripes of the white paint under it. Basically, her walls looked like an albino zebra. The purple sofa comfortable and everything else seemed pretty fitting, not needing to be replaced or moved. Oh, she was proud about her good taste in decoration.

Boredom hit Alexa like a truck and a deep grunt left her throat, almost scratching its way out. She grabbed the remote control and began zapping through channels, looking for something more interesting than animals mating or bullying each other.

— We should go out. You look like a mushy potato in that set of sweats. Is it yellow because you’ve been copiously using that for the past four weekends, or is it the original colour? - Alexa snorted, trying to combat boredom with jokes. - Honestly Nya, what the fuck happened? You explained something about Korean entrepreneurs, but as far as I know you’re not eager in investing on stock market, so I don’t know why their business would affect you. Did you get involved with one of them?

— No shit, Sherlock. - Nya mumbled and took a sip from her tea, trying to gather some words without sounding grumpy. - I have nothing to do with their business, but see, they hired me to guide them through Las Vegas. I’ve done that once before for one of their friends, the Seokjin guy I told you. Remember?

— Seokjin? The cocky and rich film producer? I remember him, he was funny and immensely confident, literally, I’ve never seen someone so sure about his looks. - Alexa kept her glance on the television. - Big dick energy at its finest.

— Yeah, him. - Nya avoided talking about Namjoon and cia, but now, completely alone with her best friend, it seemed like a good moment to vent. - One of the film producers I accepted to guide, he was funny, interesting, smart and a very good kisser, although, apparently someone deeply confusing. Like, I felt interest on him, but never said shit about being in love, unlikely what Yoongi understood and took as the gospel truth, his friend could cherish me with a thousand roses, but I would never date him and then break up, even because it takes more than 24 hours wandering around sin city and a good fuck for me to enamor someone.

“I don’t know how are the girls they know and usually go out with, but I’m not innocent. We don’t live in a book from Jane Austen. They claim to be so woke and liberal, discussing pre-concepts, sexism and homophobia on their scripts, but behaving and thinking like Mr.Darcy. Did they ever consider a scenario where women have voices and opinions? A scenario where I can easily say no and continue my life? See, I’m not hurt because I’m fancying Namjoon, but because from the moment they introduced themselves and their ideas, they seemed like progressivists, looking for equality, open-minded guys, willing to fight our biased society with their movies. However, Yoongi insinuating that Namjoon and I would ever date or engage in a long-lasting romantic relationship, without even considering my perception on it all, the possibility of the woman only looking for a good fuck. He literally throw a tantrum in a thrift shop about it, calling me some random one. The delusion hurt me.”

— Uh girl, I’m sorry about it. That Yoongi guy really assumed some fucked up things about you. - Alexa turned to stare at her friend, who didn’t spare a look from the television, even though she wasn’t actually watching it, only avoiding eye contact. - But you went through several deceptions along life, why is that different? What happened lately that you remain thinking about them? Or him?

Nya got tired of staring at nothing and met Alexa’s brown eyes, thick and beautiful eyebrows. She took her cell phone and found the long text Namjoon sent a few hours before, throwing it to the friend, keen to understand everything surrounding her grumpy aspect.

“Kim Namjoon [03/31/2019, 8h34min]: Hey Nya.

Sorry taking so long to contact you. I couldn’t find words apologizing my behavior four weeks ago. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can say now. I could’ve defended you, Yoongi acted like a jerk and said some hurtful things, which I don’t agree 100% with. I wasn’t in love back in then, but I understand his side from this story. Yoongi is worried about our finances, which I was the responsible for fucking up. Let me explain it all, expose the situation we unintentionally inserted you in.

A few months ago I broke up with an incredible woman who taught me a lot, but also couldn’t bear my working schedule and how I always set her aside. The career I built along with Yoongi always goes first, it’s my main priority, and I never learned how to balance ‘working Namjoon’ with ‘dating Namjoon’. The result of that break up was a moody me, who brought hell to surface and made two of our casted actors quit, they couldn’t deal with my humour (beside one who quit after receiving a better role somewhere else). It really cost us way too much, since they received for working day and we couldn’t ask their payment back. Also, when the infamous movie was released, the numbers were low and barely covered our bills and paychecks, media and critics criticized it harshly.

However, what happened is a vicious cycle which I’m stuck in. It’s one of the certainties from life: death, the ones most adaptable to change will survive and that I’m fucking up a relationship and then ruining a movie. Yoongi always found a way to contort it and put us back, saving our finances, but this time the loss was gigantic. Our company is solely relying on the success of ‘Fierce’, and a few other projects we will be releasing.

I’m not trying to find excuses for everything Yoongi spat to your face, he was rude and unnecessarily loud, but I’m begging you to consider his side as well. We are not up to losing our company, it’s our deepest fear. Min Yoongi and his stone cold heart is trying his hardest to get our butt off bankruptcy. I guess inside his head, he is willing to drag me away from anything considered as a distraction.

Now, enough of Yoongi and our financial trouble. Let's talk about feelings.

Yeah, I'm a lonely man and tend to get attached pretty easily. However, I wasn't in love with you. Nya, you seemed like someone really interesting and attractive, I'd rather chew my feet off than leave Las Vegas without kissing you. You are smart, independent, proactive, empathetic and friendly. Within hours being guided by you through Vegas, we saw how passionate you are about people you grew surrounded by, how you care deeply about them all and are willing to give up on money in order to help them.

By the way, our deal is still up and we casted your friends (Carol even gained a solo scene where she dances and Sasha got lines). Hopefully they already told you, but if they didn't and you are suspicious of my word, get in touch with everyone you introduced to us.

Continuing…

I wasn't in love with your back in then, but after two weeks thinking about it all and checking your social media (sorry about it :S), I grew fond of you. Everyone seems to love you so much and your heart is so big, couldn't help and now I, Kim Namjoon, am fancying you as well.

I'm not hoping to gain your mercy, but am willing to try and get your sympathy back. Would you go out with me sometime? Not in a romantic way, if you don't feel comfortable.

Again, I'm sorry about how it all began and hope we can fix it.

I'll be staying in Vegas for a while.

Thank you. Bye :) “

— First of all. Did he deadass structured the text like an e-mail? - Alexa looked up from the cellphone in time to see Nya grinning. - You are considering the idea of accepting his invitation? Girl, I ain't gonna tell you what to do, but that Namjoon doesn't seen to be a jerk, he could've just gave up, but he insisted and apologized. Did he actually casted everyone you asked to?

— Yes. Two weeks ago I received a text from Carol and Sasha, they thanked me and all. Tio Diego is also renting his bar for their movie. They also chose Paris as the main filming place, casting Honey too. - Nya felt divided, hoping on Alexa's opinion to define what should be done. - I'm still a bit hurt for what happened, but they proved their integrity by casting and renting everything and everyone I suggested. Namjoon apologized, gave me Yoongi's point of view and invited me to a date, giving me the option of saying no or defining if it's romantic or not.

— Nya, I don't see a plausible reason why you would say no. - Alexa’s hand snaked between them and landed on the other woman thigh. - You are only trying to find excuses because you are stubborn. If you want to, then go, get dicked down and you don't necessarily have to head back to him ever again. Even though he assuredly grew fond of you, it doesn't mean you obligatory have to engage in an actual relationship.

Nya huffed and slapped Alexa’s hand off her thigh. She hated when the girl with wavy black hair was right, and unfortunately Alexa seemed to never be wrong.

- x - x - x - x -

The night sky was clear and the air cool, wind making leaves from trees huff against each other and a chill run through everyone's spine. However, Namjoon felt sweat bidding down his forehead, anxiously shifting from one foot to another and resisting the urge to bite his nails.

The lilac-haired man was standing alone in front of Devito’s, same dining Nya took them the first night. His white t-shirt covered by a thin plaid shirt, jeans and white Converse, outfit plained specifically to seen laidback, since Nya chose the place and said it wasn't a fancy date. She was a ten minutes late and Kim had this crazy thought culminating in his mind, where she probably gave up and would call at any moment to dump him.

With 15 minutes of delay, Nya showed up dressed casually with a black Iron Maiden t-shirt, brown corduroy coat, skinny jeans and Vans. Her curly hair free and adorning the whole picture, no makeup, except for a cherry coloured lipstick. Flawless, Namjoon felt like his legs were made out of jelly and would collapse. His guts contracted in the same moment butterflies attacked his stomach. His mind hazing and suddenly his vocabulary vanished, being resumed by the extensive plethora of words pronounced by someone 2 years old, basically “bluh”.

The first half hour from their date felt weird. No one knew what to say, so small talk almost defeated them, but Namjoon decided to insist. Between eating burgers for dinner and dying out of embarrassment from going out in such situation, Kim decided to thank Nya.

His grateful words somehow touched Nya's heart. He sounded so sincere and whipped by her presence, that keeping the attitude of someone offended seemed pointless. Alexa was right, Namjoon liked Nya.

Goddamnit, Alexa.

Like a chain of gratitude, Nya thanked Namjoon for remaining faithful to his promise of casting her friends. He blushed and sipped on his fizzy cherry drink, grinning slightly, dimples marking their presence and reminding the woman why she thought Kim Namjoon was such a heartthrob beforehand.

Those dimples. Goddamnit, dimples. How can you be mad at someone desperately fluff with such a cute face? Nya wanted to stay loyal to her belief and hard feelings, but Namjoon's polite behavior, lovely face and insistence made it specially complicate.

Goddamnit, Namjoon.

Their body language clearly showed how the unsolved business led to a huge amount of sexual tension, Nya could bear it masterly though. Talking about everything and nothing at all, that's how Namjoon decided to speak his mind. What's the point of sitting and awkwardly pretend there is not an elephant in the room? Well, let's excuse it and set the pachyderm free then.

— Nya, I don't know if you are ever going to forgive me for not standing up for you, or whatever… - Namjoon's hand slipped swiftly closer to Nya's, touching her pinky but not holding it, avoiding more of an intimate contact.

— It's not that you didn't stood up or defended me, see there is so much more. Did you guys ever consider the idea that, I don't know, I could easily not want something serious with you? - She allowed his pinky to snake from her side and lightly take a hold of it. - I'm not mainly mad at you, disappointed with both Yoongi and you, though. For guys claiming to be so open-minded, then why is it so hard to assume I don't want a relationship? That I'm glad having something unofficial and leaving? Fuck, you make it so hard to believe you are an hypocrite.

— I'm not an hypocrite. I do believe in women's sexual freedom and ability to choose partners without necessity of commitment. I'm shitty at not getting attached, it doesn't mean that everyone else is also suckers for love. - His gaze was no longer on her eyes, but staring down to his own lap. - Indeed, we discussed my side, claiming I’d fall for you and ruin our project, but never considered your opinion, the possibility of you wanting nothing related to me. We behaved in such a sexist way, I’m profoundly sorry.

Their order arrived, someone almost spinning on her calves. Burgers and fries, so much cheese melting down the seeded bread. What a vision. If the conversation wasn’t in such an uncomfortable place, Namjoon would probably declare his passion for the juicy and greasy food in front of them.

The chit-chatting kept its slow pace. If National Geographics decided to make a parallel between their behavior and animals socializing, then they were trying to mingle, like Taiwan birds, Nya and Namjoon were singing in order to attract each other, hoping to link and connect. They got along once, why was it so hard to do it again? What wasn’t being said? Who was holding the cat inside the bag?

— I think I’m fancying you. - Namjoon finally took the cat out of the bag, or it could be a mice, ‘cause within seconds the elephant sitting on their conversation got up and left. Gone late, pachyderm.

— What? - Nya lifted an eyebrow. - I don’t know why I’m surprised, you said it in the message. Sorry, keep talking.

— When I closed all deals and rented everything we needed for the filming here in Vegas, my friends and my crew was all like ‘Heck yes, Vegas! Strippers, gambling, money, casinos, yaay!’, and even trying my best, the hardest, to focus on working and directing a masterpiece this script deserves to originate, all I could think about was you. - Namjoon decided it would be appropriate to look at Nya, she seemed unfazed, which made him nervous. - Travelling hours in a flying sardine can to see Nya! No one, except for the boys and Jin knew who you are, and kept on questioning me why so much anxiety and excitement over seeing you. And not even I understood. Working and wondering about what you could be doing really messed with my head. Nya, you messed with my head!

— Ok, Namjoon, it’s a lot of information. - She didn’t spare a look, he felt intimidated, but Nya’s behavior never showed any insecurity. - I don’t fancy you, but it doesn’t mean I cannot grow fond of you at any moment. However, in order to see it happening, you’ve got to insist. If you really want to be with me, then you’ll need to stick along, we’ve got to go out more, in different places. We can totally link up and have great sex today, but it won’t guarantee another row. Got it?

Well, Namjoon felt relieved. Nya was far from being mad at him. Oh, he remained willing to go out, as long as she was there.

In the end, if Nya and Namjoon’s story was something elaborated by Jane Austen, then it would be Sense & Sensibility. Nya and her sense changed how Namjoon dealt with his sensibility, breaking a vicious cycle, where engaging in a romantic relationship without previous thinking ruined all logical thoughts and mature behavior.

The end.