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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years

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Fic: So Close Yet So Far Away

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay 'Lady' Ray

Warnings: Language, talk of sex, throwback to sex, Pope is a crude asshole. Yearnnniinnngggg.

Summary: Lady and Pope get into an argument and Frankie sorts her out. Cue some elite level yearning.

A/N: HAHAHA I wasn't even meant to write this today but I woke up with this on my mind and I just had to because they're my BABIES. This is an instalment in the Frankie x Lady series and takes place back when Lady was in Frankie's squad, before they were an item.

Jay should have known better than to ask about everyone’s weekend. She just wanted to make small talk while they got prepped for a field exercise. She wasn’t ready to hear about their night out on Saturday, how Santi, Frankie, and Benny all scored some willing chicks, Will only missing out because he had a girlfriend, not because he didn’t pull.

All the while Jay was stuck with her family, listening to her mother go on about how she was too good for the army, she should leave while she was still alive, get a normal job, marry, have kids… She could have been out with the guys, maybe get lucky herself and if not, at least have a fun night. Get drunk instead of sad.

And now she finds herself listening to Santi talk about his one night stand, not giving Benny a chance to talk about his, while Frankie, quite characteristically, clammed up about personal stuff.

“Nutted her so fucking hard and all she did was beg for more,” Santi brags, “best fuck I had in ages…”

Jay’s been in the military since she was 18. She knows how soldiers talk, she’s heard it all, she’s participated in the crude joking, she’s not put off by it. But on this Monday morning, while the squad is assembling their equipment, she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Pope, do you fucking have to talk like that?” she barks, unable to hear one more word about his sexual conquests. The rest of them cease their activities in wait for Pope’s reply. Working so closely together, sometimes spending weeks cramped up on assignments builds close bonds but also breeds discord. It’s normal to be at each other’s throats from time to time but it’s rarely Jay who flies off the handle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, My Lady,” Santi replies with a smirk, his voice at its most velvety. “I meant I made passionate love to her all night – “

“You are so fucking disgusting, you know that?” Jay hisses. “Just shut the fuck up about the whole thing, nobody wants to hear about it.”

“Clearly not you,” Pope drawls, quick to anger. In the corner of her eye, Jay notices Will shake his head at him. Don’t engage, bro, just drop it. But Santiago Garcia is someone who doesn’t let things slide when he’s in gear.

“When was the last time you got laid, Ray? You need to get those pipes cleared out. Get some d.”

When was the last time? Too long ago. She does have an itch but last time she scratched it, it just didn’t feel right. She had the same feeling of detachment as she experienced just now when she heard about last Saturday night, particularly the fact that Frankie got laid.

It’s not that she’s jealous. She’s just more comfortable with the idea that Frankie doesn’t sleep around with anyone.

“A dick isn’t going to solve my problems, Santi, unless it’s a big one up your sorry ass,” she snaps, a rude laugh from Benny telling her she scored a point. Staring hard at Pope, whose ridiculously handsome features show an obnoxious amount of amusement, she knows that he won’t budge until he’s drawn metaphorical blood.

“Just name the time and the place, Ray, I’ll be there. Will you?”

“Okay, knock it off.” It’s Frankie, of course. The voice of reason. “Redfly’s gonna be here any minute and I don’t want to do extra laps just because you two can’t play nice.”

Frankie always has that calming effect on her, even now when she’s inexplicably mad at him for having fooled around with some random girl he picked up at their usual dive. Is there a possibility of her being there again in the future? Jay doesn’t want to think about it. Right now, she focuses on the sense that Frankie’s words make. It’s not worth it. Santi’s not worth it.

“Just stay away from me, asshole,” she warns Santi before going back to her kit. The tension in the room eases and Benny, who’s closest to Jay, gives her a brief pat on the back and a nod that says Good call. She hears Frankie murmur something to Santi behind her back, then Santi’s mutter: “She on the rag or something?”

That does it. Jay throws down her backpack and spins around.

“You say that to my face, you piece of shit,” she growls, taking a step forward. Her body is quivering with pent up rage in need of an outlet and knocking Pope on his ass would serve as an adequate one.

“Jay, he’s not worth it,” Benny tries to placate her but she barely hears him. Her whole focus is directed at Pope and his shit-eating grin. He says one more thing…

“Got your panties in a twist?”

She lunges forward but doesn’t make it to Pope as several hands grab her and hold her back.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“Calm the fuck down, Ray!”

“Crazy bitch – “

“You’re on really thin ice, too, Pope! Shut that motherfucking mouth of yours!”

Benny is physically restraining her as she practically vibrates with desire to beat the crap out of Santi, who’s held back by Frankie.

“Ray, he’s not worth it,” Benny tells her. “Take a walk. Smoke. Calm down. He’s an asshole.”

He’s right and Jay knows it. Mustering up all of her willpower, Jay rolls back onto her heels, straightens her back, and squares her shoulders. Without looking at anyone, she turns around and stomps out.

Frankie finds her by the vehicles, in the backseat of a Humvee. Her fore and middle fingers are rubbing against her thumb: she’s quit smoking but is clearly wishing she had a cigarette right now. Frankie climbs into the backseat from the other side and pulls up a pack from his pocket, offering it to her without words. Jay hesitates but eventually takes one and leans closer to him when he flicks open his lighter. Frankie can smell the anger on her, a sweaty tightness that radiates from her muscles. She sits back, inhaling deeply before exhaling in a frustrated puff of smoke.

“Fuck,” she mutters, “I don’t wanna die because of these.”

“I thought you quit?”

“I did.” She throws him a glance and a grimace before flicking the cigarette out through the open door. “I thought you quit as well?”

“I keep them around for emergencies like this,” he shrugs. Jay looks pointedly at him.

“Then you haven’t truly quit, have you?”

He loves it how she puts him on the spot like this, provokes him, forces him to reconsider, change his way of thinking. She always does it with such ease, sometimes with a teasing glint in her eye. She just makes him want to be a better person.

“I guess not.” He throws her a small smile that goes unreciprocated. She stares into the back of the seat in front of her, lips tight. Frankie would love to just sit here in silence and let her lead, let her open up in due time, but he knows that if they don’t join the others soon, Tom is going to make a scene.

“Pope’s an asshole,” he states. Jay scoffs but says nothing. “But what’s up with you? You usually don’t let shit like that get to you.”

Her nostrils flare and he sees the muscles of her throat flex. Eventually, she parts her lips to speak, her voice strained.

“I spent the weekend with my dear mother, my brother, and his family. And you know what mom’s like.”

Frankie nods. Yes, he’s heard about Jay’s mother and the dislike the woman has for her daughter’s career choice. The older brother is married with one kid and another on the way and he, of course, is a saint, a pinnacle of human achievement, his children the very essence of what makes a successful life, his wife the perfect picture of Woman.

Jay suddenly twitches, then kicks at the seat in front of her.

“Fuck!I hate this fucking shit!”

Frankie refrains from putting a hand on her shoulder, no matter how much he would like to. He might end up with a broken nose.

“I cut her off,” Jay says tonelessly. “Completely.”

“About fucking time, Jay.” He’s been waiting for this to happen and he wants to tell her that he’s proud of her but it’s not his prerogative, no matter how much he would like it to be.

“Yeah,” she agrees, still not looking at him. “I kept hoping that she’d get her shit together but…” Her voice trails off and she swallows hard. “Fuck. I miss my dad.”

“He’d be proud of you,” Frankie assures her, biting off the endearment that threatened to escape him. Mi amor. Querida. He wants to be able to call her that, wants to be the one she’d come to with her sadness. Wants to be the one to call her mother and tell her to go suck an egg.

“You should’ve called,” he tells her but she only shakes her head. Stubborn as a mule.

“You were out. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

It had been ruined the moment Santi laid eyes on the company of three young women by the bar. He had zoned in on the curvy brunette and Benny had picked the fiery redhead, leaving Frankie with the blonde. He didn’t want her, didn’t want any of the others, but he had fallen for the peer pressure and for every drink, he figured it could be a good idea to get laid. The girl was pretty, funny, nice. She had a hot body and was clearly willing. They had gone to her place and he had treated her like he would treat every woman he slept with: he ate her out, giving her several orgasms with his tongue before even thinking about putting his dick in her.

She had insisted on riding him. Frankie didn’t mind but as she bounced on his cock, her round, heavy tits jiggling in front of him, he didn’t see her face anymore. No, it was Jay all along, Jay’s long, lean body on top of him, Jay sinking down on him, her slick, hot pussy swallowing his cock while he swallowed her moan. The fantasy had become so real that he had to wrangle the woman off of him and take her from behind instead.

He left in silence once she was asleep, crept out like an asshole, a coward. He usually asked a woman if she wanted him to stay, he had once upon a time enjoyed having breakfast the next morning, sharing kisses when he finally left. But now, it all felt like cheating.

“You wouldn’t have ruined the night,” he tells her quietly. “It wasn’t that good.”

“The night or the sex?”

“The latter.” His ears are burning and he refuses to look at her.

“Too much to drink?” There it is: that sweet, amiable little taunt she saves for him only – or at least he hopes she does. He’s never heard her speak like that to any of the other guys.

“Wrong girl.”

Jay turns her head and looks at him. The distance between them in the backseat seems to shrink and grow at the same time when he returns her gaze. The hairs at the nape of his neck rise when he loses himself in the fathomless ocean-blue of her eyes.

He has to kiss her. He mustn’t kiss her.

“Are you two done with your fucking therapy session?”

Both of them startle when Tom shows up by the open door on Frankie’s side.

“I have an exercise op to run and I don’t have time to wait for you to feel quite ready, Ray,” he adds before slapping his hand to the roof of the Humvee. “Get your asses in gear.”

He leaves without having noticed anything. Frankie wonders how it’s even possible. Didn’t Tom feel the air crackle with electricity? Didn’t he hear how hard his heart was beating?

Jay gets out of the vehicle and slams the door shut, and Frankie follows suit. As they walk back, keeping a distance of two feet between them, Jay murmurs a Thank you, Morales to him.

“Sure,” he replies easily, forcing himself to sound neutral. “I got you, Ray.”

#my fic #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales x lady

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 1/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: it’s me, the anon who was talking about writing a crygi stan twitter au. and as someone who has spent many hours on social media, i really enjoy reading social media aus so i decided to write one. my writing skills are rusty and i’m not sure how long this will end up being, but i hope you guys enjoy it regardless and stay for the (not really) wild ride! :-)

Crystal was very active on stan Twitter. Being an outcast at school with only friendly acquaintances, she used it to fill her need for the social interaction she was not getting in person.

That being said, she didn’t have a set group of Twitter friends yet. She was very friendly with all of her mutuals, having conversations on the timeline with a handful of them, but she had yet to make a deeper connection with anyone.

She had thought about joining a group chat, but they made her feel anxious. A lot of them have forty members! That seemed extremely overwhelming to her.

The poor girl had spent an hour one night weighing the pros and cons, and in the end, her desire for friendship beat her anxiety. She promised herself she would go out of her comfort zone and would rt the next group chat tweet she saw. Possibly. Maybe.

She had made that promise to herself on Tuesday. It was now Saturday, and Crystal had woken up pretty early, determined to finish writing a story for her creative writing class. It was unusual for her to be up before noon, but today just felt different. Once she finished it, she opened up a new tab and went to Twitter, curious to see if anyone was awake. Jan was.

jan! • @.arisjantasy

rt to be in a random group chat!!

requirements:

just be nice! :)

adding the first 10 people who rt!

There were 6 rts already, so Crystal hit rt as fast as she could to reserve her spot. Jan was very nice, possibly the nicest mutual Crystal had ever made; if Crystal was forcing herself to join a group chat, one made by Jan would be ideal.

Nervous, Crystal switched tabs, going to YouTube. Because it was so early, none of her favorite creators had uploaded anything new. She ends up clicking on an older video she had watched dozens of times. Halfway through the video, she gets a Twitter notification.

jan! has added you to a group.

jan!: hey guys!! :)

Crystal quickly types out an introduction and sends it.

crystal: hi! thank you so much for adding me. im crystal!

jaida: the queen of the gc has arrived. hi

crystal: hi jaida!

jan!: no problem, crystal. you seem very nice!

nicky: bonjour ;)

gigi: good morning everyone

gigi: nicky we get it ur french

Gigi was here? Crystal saw her on her timeline a lot, despite not following her. She was Jan’s best friend, but seemed very intimidating. She reminded Crystal of the girls at school who would call her not so nice names, but she hoped Gigi wasn’t like that since she was close with sweet Jan who didn’t have a mean bone in her body.

gigi: omg crystal hi

gigi: i don’t like 1d but u seem very nice it’s nice to meet u

Yes, it was 2020 and Crystal was still a One Direction stan account. She had lost hope that they would get back together ages ago, but she still supported all five of them. They were the only men she would ever love.

crystal: i can change that just give me a week SKSGFDS

jaida: i love zayn does that count

crystal: yes ma’am!

heidi: HEY! sorry i’m late!

jaida: oh, miss heidi made the cut?

heidi: 9th rt, bitch.

jan!: jaida be nice :((

jaida: No <3

gigi: dont play fight yet ur scaring crystal!!!

heidi: well. in that case.

heidi: crystal, tell us about yourself

jaida: pls.. i’m sick of these other hoes.. i’m a crystal stan now

jan!: :((

jan!: but yes crystal pls!

crystal: let’s see.. im crystal, im 16, a lesbian. i stan 1d, poppy, and i really like painting!! and thrifting!!

Crystal wasn’t expecting to feel included since they definitely had an established group already. Them being interested in hearing about her made her feel like she fit right in.

She really hoped they would end up liking her.

A week later, the group chat was going strong. Crystal, Jan, Jaida, Heidi, Gigi and Nicky were the only ones who ended up talking in the group, so they decided to kick everyone else out. Jaida had the pleasure of renaming their chat to “Elites Only” after that, which everyone approved of.

They opened Crystal into their friend group with open arms, which Crystal was incredibly thankful for.

Crystal loved them all, but Gigi had to be her favorite. They had all shared fun facts about each other after Crystal did, and Gigi had revealed that she was also a lesbian, but was only out online. She was a cheerleader also who loved fashion and design. her account was very put together, filled with pictures of girls Crystal would later find out are from America’s Next Top Model.

Gigi fascinated Crystal.

The other girls were also pretty cool. Jan was also a cheerleader who had high energy constantly. Jaida competed in beauty pageants, also had the pleasure of being the funniest person in the group. Heidi jokingly referred to herself as a ‘gamer girl’, but really only played the Sims 4. Nicky lived in France and had an odd obsession with sheep. Nicky also flirted with Gigi a lot and Crystal couldn’t tell if they were a thing or not. she didn’t know if Nicky was gay, but the thought that they were a thing made her feel sick to her stomach.

Crystal opened up her Twitter app on her way to school, seeing the last message to be sent was from Nicky, at nearly three in the morning.

nicky: i think you’re asleep for once due to the lack of noise.. weird and boring!

nicky: but anyway i hope you hoes have a good day <3

Crystal smiled and hearted the message.

crystal: someone wake up im boreeedddd

jan!: hey im in bio!! its boring :(

crystal: im walking to school lol

gigi: good morning jan and crystal bbs <3

Crystal knew she didn’t mean it like that, but it still made her soul leave her body. Naturally, she exited Twitter. This was far too much for eight in the morning. Far too early to address any of her feelings.

She had managed to go most of the morning without checking Twitter but eventually, after a bad encounter with one of the cheerleaders in her history class, Crystal gave in to her urges and checked her phone to try to cheer herself up.

Definitely a bad idea.

nicky: i want to post selfies before i go to bed

nicky: you all will support yes?

gigi: YES BABE!!!

Babe? Crystal wants to cry.

jaida: i need your beauty on my tl now

crystal: yeah i wanna see what you look like

Crystal feels stupid. She’s known Gigi for a week; she doesn’t even know what Gigi, let alone the rest of them look like. Crystal thinks it’s far too early to catch feelings for someone on Twitter.

Nicky posts her selfies, and Crystal quickly confirms that she’s one of the most gorgeous women on the planet. No wonder Gigi was probably dating her.

She goes back onto the timeline, only for it to be filled with nothing but Gigi hyping up Nicky.

gigi • @.jennerbitch

NICKY OH MY FUCJKING GO D??

gigi • @.jennerbitch

MY LITERAL WIFE WTF

gigi • @.jennerbitch

IM GAY!!!!!!

Well, that confirmed what she had suspected.

Once Crystal got home from school, she types out a tweet before throwing her phone on her bed, distracting herself with homework.

crystal • @.mitamcrystal

sad girl hours :(

She checked her phone first thing in the morning out of habit. There were tons of messages from the group chat, as usual, but also a message outside of the group chat.

From Gigi.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #nicky doll #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #submission #s12

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yoonjinkooked · 5 years

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I Miss You | Jungkook

Pairing: Y/N / Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst (mostly pining) and comedy, oneshot

Warnings: (cursing, brief mentions of anal sex (jokingly), banter, oblivious Jungkook, heavy pining on both sides)

Word Count: 3666

Summary: You are in love with your best friend and he doesn’t know it. When the two of you start breaking a long term tradition of yours, feelings become more obvious on both sides.

A/N: Jimin’s bday gift for JK fucked me up. ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ is one of my all-time favorites and today it pushed me back into Blink 182 and “I miss you”. So, I wrote this in like two hours completely inspired by the song, even though I had other stuff to write. I will go do that now. I hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think!

You could laugh at how stupid this whole thing is.

It is so ridiculous and plainly stupid but it still affects you, more than you would like to admit to anyone.

Since you were 18 and a broke college student, you and a fellow broke college student became friends, bonding over your love of music, movies, TV shows and essentially irrelevant pop culture knowledge. It didn’t take long for you and Jeon Jungkook to have weekly movie nights together, whether at his dorm room or your run down rental apartment.

It also didn’t take long for those weekly movie nights to end up being limited on one movie and one movie alone: The Nightmare Before Christmas.

There was something about that masterpiece that drew you both in, time and time again, never becoming boring. Of course, you needed to make sure of that: a few months down the road, movie nights were still a weekly occurrence but ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ nights were monthly.

You obsession went as far as dressing up as Jack and Sally for Halloween – it was a horribly executed costume, tragic even, but the two of you loved it. It was your thing. No one understood it but no one needed to – the two of you have always known.

Adulthood came knocking, graduations came and went, jobs became a daily and not a temporary thing but somehow, you and Jungkook still followed tradition.

Even three months ago, when Jungkook packed up and moved half the world away. Even with seven hours between the two of you, you still spared one day a month for your tradition.

Granted, you barely even watched the movie anymore – you would be too interested in catching up with one another, Skype was a bitch and constantly lagging and the first 15 minutes would always be spent in trying to play the movie at the same time. After yelling at each other and blaming the other one, and of course Skype, you would both just play the movie at your own terms, barely paying attention to it because you could finally look at each other again, even over a computer screen.

You were supposed to be having your movie day/night now. And for the first time in 6 whole years, Jungkook stood you up.

Twice before, movie night was cancelled. Once by you, once by him, very much in advance. And even then, it would simply end up being re-scheduled. Nothing stopped your movie nights, not illnesses, not real-life drama, not a whole ocean between the two of you.

Which is why it is actually painful now, when he did not show up.

He is online – you can see the little green light shining on his Skype name. It’s not yet late night in his time zone – he should be here. Or at the very least, texting you and asking for a last minute re-schedule.

And yet he isn’t. It’s stupid and it’s trivial and who the hell would be hurt with this but it also makes perfect sense because this? This feels like an ended chapter. No, a whole closed book.

Over the years, you and Jungkook always hovered between being the best of friends and maybe, just maybe, something a little bit more.

Frankly speaking, you had a stupid crush on him for several years and never did anything about it, perfectly aware that said crush had ruined every single attempt at a relationship you have ever had. You tried to leave it behind, knowing you would never be able to put your feelings into words, much less actions. You knew your longing for Jungkook would always remain unsaid and you tried to move on. There were men, one night stands, serious relationships, all of it – and none of it worked.

Him moving miles away didn’t have the desired effect either. It was still there, in your heart, annoying you and making it painfully obvious just how strong the stupid crush is.

But this? This situation from today? It finally did what nothing else could do.

It showed you that you and Jungkook will never be.

Seemingly meaningless to someone else, a punch in the gut for you.

JK: Y/N? You there? [4:24 AM]

JK: Y/N!!!!!!! Come on! I know you’re up! [4:36 AM]

JK: btch, I know you’re up and watching Walking Dead or something [4:39 AM]

JK: Ugh, fine, whatever [4:51 AM]

Y/N: I was sleeping, dumbass [9:08 AM]

Y/N: What do you want [9:08 AM]

JK: Finally! I wanna reschedule our movie night – I couldn’t make it last night, sorry. You wanna do it tonight? [9:14 AM]

Y/N: Can’t do it tonight – have work to do. [9:14 AM]

JK: Tomorrow night? [9:16 AM]

Y/N: Soz, work. [9:16 AM]

JK: Any night in the next two weeks? [9:17 AM]

Y/N: Ask me in a few days, I will know more. [9:22 AM]

“Thank you so much for taking me out tonight,” you smile at your date, trying to make the awkward first-date goodbye a little less awkward. Hoseok is a kind, charming guy – on paper, he is exactly what you need, what you had hoped to find. Stable in all the right ways and not textbook proper. If you were to let your imagination run wild, Hoseok would be a perfect long term companion – yes, one date was more than enough for you to realize that.

“It was my pleasure,” he smiles brightly at you, a smile that should make your stomach somersault. It doesn’t. As much as you want it to, it doesn’t. “I would very much like to do this again. Are you free on Monday, for example?” he suggests.

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” you avoid giving him a direct answer, despite knowing you have absolutely no plans for Monday night. You don’t want to lead him on but you are not brave enough to say it to his face. “I’ll message you once I know. Thank you so much and have a good sleep,” you tell him, hand already on the car door – you didn’t want to give him a chance to do something more.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiles at you as you close the door, the sound of it making you flinch.

He is perfect but he is not him.

He is not your stupid best friend, the one who eats too much ramen and misses scheduled movie nights and snorts when he laughs and cries during cheesy romcoms and makes you laugh like no one ever has.

He is not the guy you are insanely comfortable with, the guy who had made you shed every single mask you have ever worn and show yourself to him for who you really are. He is not the guy you want, he is not the guy you need.

But unlike Jungkook, he is here.

You cannot string Hoseok along and you cannot let your feelings for Jungkook take over you – it’s over and you know it. You just need to learn how to live with it.

You are so sure that you’re dreaming, you don’t even bother lifting your head, much less answering your phone when you hear it ringing. Soon enough, it stops and you almost fall right back into your dream before it rings again – and this time too, you don’t even bother because it’s obviously a dream.

The third time it had started to ring, you know you’re not dreaming.

You also know that it’s fucking late and as ‘How I Met Your Mother’ had taught you, nothing good happens after 2AM.

With a sense of dread, you do reach for your phone, not bothering to open your eyes as you try to slide your finger on the right area.

“What?”

“Hey… it’s me,” you recognize his voice instantly.

“Jungkook what the fuck do you want?” you sigh. “It’s almost,” you pause to look at your phone’s clock, nearly blinding yourself in the process, forcing your eyes shut as soon as you saw the exact time. “It’s past 4AM. What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late,” he apologizes instantly. “But I just wanted to see what you were up to.”

“What I-,” sometimes, like right now, you cannot believe the stupidity Jeon Jungkook can utter. For a genuinely bright and knowledgeable person, there are times when he truly is the biggest dumbass you have encountered in your whole life. “I’m sleeping – what the fuck did you think I’d be doing?”

“Sorry for waking you up,” he mumbles. He doesn’t even have to be in front of you for you to know that he is pouting – right about now, he is looking like a kicked puppy, making you want to hug him and punch him at the same time, because even with an entire ocean between the two of you, he is using his charms in his favor – he knows how fucking whipped you are for his pout, even if you can’t see it.

“Did something happen?” you ask, finally realizing that he must have some reason to call you at this hour.

“Why weren’t you here today for our movie night?” he blurts out.

“Huh? Jungkook, we didn’t plan a movie night today.”

“No, we didn’t but we always have it on a Saturday,” he tells you. “I just assumed after weeks of not having one, we will have one this Saturday.”

“I never confirmed that,” you mumble, suddenly not as sleepy as you were seconds ago.

“I watched it alone,” he admits, his voice sounding oddly sentimental. However, you are still sleepy and could very well be imagining the whole thing. “It felt so weird, to watch it without you. It felt wrong.”

“I watched it alone the last time we had our movie night,” you remind him, hoping that you don’t sound too sour. You are not angry – you’re really not. Yes, you are still a little bit hurt, but not by his actions. You are hurt because those actions made you realize the truth you have been avoiding for years now. “It felt wrong then too. But life goes on.”

“What do you mean life goes on?” he asks.

“Life goes on,” you repeat. “We live in different places now. We have our own obligations. I had a date tonight – last time, you had… whatever it is that you had. We are not those stupid students anymore, Jungkook. Traditions are cool but real life gets in the way.”

“I don’t want life to go on without our tradition,” he uses his kicked puppy voice again.

“Me neither but tough luck.”

“Was the date good?”

“It was,” you answer honestly. You could never lie to Jungkook – not in person, not over text, not over the phone. Keeping things to yourself was a more common practice than you’d like to admit but never have you lied to him. “It was good but there won’t be a second one.”

“That’s very contradictory,” he points out.

“I know,” you sigh. “I guess I just had to admit to myself that he wasn’t what I am looking for.”

“Y/N, do you even know what you are looking for?” he chuckles.

Better than you might think. “I know exactly what I am looking for. Sleep. Goodbye Jungkook.”

“Y/N, wait-“ he tries to stop you.

“We will talk in a few hours. Goodbye!”

You had to end the call before you ended up saying things you will likely end up regretting. They were there, on the tip of your tongue. It would have been so easy to say them, to finally not carry that burden with you. It would have been easy, therapeutic even. But the aftermath? The aftermath would have destroyed you and you knew it.

You curse when the ringing drags you away from your dream – it was a good dream too. You were eating chicken wings and someone, you can already imagine who, decided to pull you away from it.

Jungkook and you had a timetable of times when it is socially acceptable to call the other one – different time zones made you do it. For four months, both of you were perfectly capable of sticking to it. Except, over the course of last week, Jungkook had decided to blatantly ignore it, several times.

“Jungkook, this is the third time this week you wake me up at the dead of night,” you answer the phone angrily, not even checking the caller ID because you know it’s him. “What do you want?”

“I miss you.”

“You truly could have waited a few more hours to tell me that.”

“Actually, I couldn’t,” he tells you, to which you just roll your eyes. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to not interrupt me now – I have something to say. Are you awake enough to listen?” he checks.

“I am,” you mumble. Yeah, now you are, when the dumbass woke you up.

“I miss you,” he tells you the same thing again, the words not having much of an effect on you because you know he is not missing you in the way you want him to. “It pisses me off that we don’t have our movie nights anymore. It is just so wrong to watch ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ without you and it pisses me off that it’s like that – it’s just a stupid movie. I should be able to watch it without thinking about you every damn second.”

You want to reply to that, of course you do, but his earlier request and frankly, your surprise, leave you speechless. You do however sit up, knowing that even if you ended the call this second, you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep for the remainder of the night.

“I know that this is not something I should be doing right now,” he continues. “It’s wrong and if I am going to say it, I should at least say it to your face and not over the phone, at the dead of night. But I just… I can’t keep it in anymore, you know? I miss you. I miss you so fucking much Y/N.”

You want to ask him why, you want to brush it off. After years of keeping your hopes down, you don’t want one misunderstanding to get them up. You know, you just know, he doesn’t miss you like that.

“Ever since I got here, I have kept living with this horrible feeling,” Jungkook admits, swallowing lumps as he speaks. “I know I have made a mistake. I knew it even before I left. I thought it would clear my head, lessen your influence or whatever… and it just didn’t. I am still feeling the same way about you as I did before and now I can’t even see you. I sabotaged myself.”

He is talking about his feelings for you, he said it in those very words and still, you don’t want to believe what you’re hearing, knowing that if you believe it, the eventual truth will leave you broken. Your heart however gives you away – it starts beating faster, excited at what this could mean.

“I miss you, Y/N. And I don’t just miss you as a friend. That’s a given, that will always be true, even if you don’t ever want to see my face after tonight. But I just needed to put it out there before I… exploded. I miss you. I want to be right there, right next to you. Kissing you, holding your hand… doing all sorts of things to you, things that would make you blush and kick me in the shin if I were to voice them. I don’t want to scare and chase you away, I don’t want to lose you as a friend, that’s exactly why I haven’t said this for so long but I just can’t keep it in. Not when you are ditching movie nights and going on dates and living your best life while I am… pining after you. And I don’t blame you – you didn’t know, I made sure of that. But now you do. And whatever your response is, just know that I will always consider you my best friend, whether you let me fuck you into oblivion and hold your hand 24/7 or if you never want to see my sorry ass ever again.”

For the first time in a very long time, your heart and mind are on the same page. One is not trying to hold to hold the other one back or to push it into something that makes no sense. No, your heart and mind are not working together, both perfectly aware and very accepting of that fact that for you, it was always going to be Jungkook.

Whether your feelings are returned or not, whether it never happens or lasts a lifetime, it was always going to be him.

And now, when your mind is finally accepting, and aware of Jungkook’s feelings, you can finally embrace the feeling you have spent years, fucking years, trying to escape.

He likes you. Hell, if he’s anything like you, he is in love with you. ‘Like’ is too weak. You like someone you barely know. When you know the person you like, when you actually know them, the way you and Jungkook know each other, it’s more than just ‘like’.

“Can I talk now?” you ask.

“I kind of want to say no,” Jungkook sheepishly admits. “But I know you have to. So go on, Y/N. Go on and break my heart. For all I know, that may be the exact thing I need.”

“Okay, now I’m going to ask you to shut the fuck up,” you deadpan, not surprised when you hear silence on the other side – Jungkook was never a push around but the truth of the matter is, he knows how scary you can get when you are angry. He doesn’t want to make you angry, not right now. “Seeing as you moved your ass to a different continent and couldn’t wait till the morning to call me, you are obviously blind and completely unaware of the massive crush I’ve had on you for years.”

It’s his turn to be stunned to silence.

Or maybe he’s quiet because you asked him to. Shit.

“I’m done,” you tell him. “Your turn.”

“That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“Are you seriously complaining right now?” you ask in disbelief. “What more do you need? I like you, you dumbass. I have liked you for years! I want you here, next to me, holding my hand and all that shit. And all the things you say you want to do to me, if I were you, I would compile a list of them before coming back home because I’d let you do them all.”

“Y/N, are you-“

“Well, maybe not all. I’m still iffy about the butt stuff.”

“Are you seriously talking about anal while confessing your feelings for me?!”

“I just didn’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing, that’s all,” you admit in a low voice. You know you’re going to end up regretting saying this. Jungkook has a horrible, yet endearing habit of reminding you of all the embarrassing things you have ever said in his presence and mentioning anal sex in the middle of such a heartfelt conversation will definitely make the cut.

“I miss you even more now,” he admits, sighing into the phone. “Do you seriously like me?”

“Yes,” you reassure him. “It’s weird, I know.”

“Hey!”

“It is!” you argue. “You are my best friend. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.”

“Or maybe it was absolutely supposed to happen that way,” he counters. “Is there a better feeling than falling for your best friend?”

“Hell yeah, it’s a horrible feeling,” you laugh. “It only feels good when you know it’s not one-sided.”

“Okay, you do have a point there,” he chuckles. You find yourself feeling all giddy on the inside, biting your lip and fighting the urge to yell out of pure happiness. It’s actually happening. After years of not being able to keep him out of your heart, you finally don’t have to. Sure, the whole conversation is weird as fuck but it’s also very Jungkook. Very you and Jungkook. If it had happened in any other way, it would not be so characteristically you. “So… now what?”

“You’re the one who moved away – you need to answer that one.”

“Temporarily,” he sighs. “I tell you this every time Y/N, it’s temporary-“

“Yeah, yeah.”

“-because I literally can’t stand being away from you,” he ends with a sigh, making your heart flutter all over again. “I’ll still be here for two months. I’d say… maybe you should go to your living room and play our movie. And we can watch it once a week, sticking to our tradition. And then, when I come back home, I will kiss you silly and make both of us regret being silent for as long as we were.”

“You gonna date me?” you giggle as you get up and head straight for your living room.

“I’m gonna date the shit out of you,” he announces.

“Are you gonna meet my parents?”

“I already know your parents, Y/N,” he laughs and you chuckle too, as you turn on your TV. “But I’ll gladly meet them all over again. We need to discuss how much you’ll be bringing into our marriage, after all.”

“Oh, fuck you!” you laugh.

“Give it two months babe and you will do just that.”

“You are insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

Watching ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ was always a special tradition for the two of you, but never more special than now, with him half the world away and on the phone with you, while you banter and ignore the growing feeling in your chest, acting as if this is a completely normal thing to do on a Wednesday at 3AM. Because for the two of you, it kind of is.

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Salvation is a Last Minute Business (4/18)

Chapter 4: Bad Luck Can Be a Big Break

Madelyn and Deacon run their first Railroad operation together and find that they get along better than expected. Nick makes similar observations when finally introduced to the enigmatic man whose been following his partner for weeks. Overwhelmed by sudden feelings of guilt, Madelyn decides it’s as good as time as any to activate her last Christmas gift from Nate—a Mister Handy robot named Codsworth.

“Bad luck either makes a man or destroys him. Are you gonna let it destroy you? Depending how you take it, bad luck can be a big break.” - Police Inspector Nakajima as played by Gen Shimizu (Stray Dog, 1949)

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[read on Ao3] ~ [chapter masterpost]

Madelyn devoted the following days to keeping herself from a full-fledged nervous breakdown. That late Friday evening spent in North End bled into early Saturday morning, and it was nearly sunrise by the time she made it back to the safety of her Cambridge apartment. Robby had escorted her back—or should she call him Drummer Boy? She wasn’t sure she’d adjust to codenames or subterfuge, despite the confidence the organization seemed to have in her capabilities. She was a lawyer, who just so happened to be partnered with a talented detective with a penchant for trouble. Maybe the Railroad needed to extend their invitation to Nick instead. And so she spent that Saturday anxiously pacing her tiny living room, Dogmeat at her heels with a worrying whine.

She had scribbled out all her woes on a notepad—listing out the pros and cons of sticking with the mysterious group. For starters, she considered Desdemona a useful ally, even if her tactics were questionable. In the brief meeting underneath the Old North Church, it was clear that the Railroad leader was efficient and would stop at nothing to get the answers she wanted. Madelyn had also met Glory—a tall, silver-haired woman who worked as an intern at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology by day and ran operations for the Railroad by night. She was considered their heavy, taking on the riskier jobs like transporting the ‘disappeared’ where they wanted to go. Well, at least until their base of operations was forced underground. For that, Madelyn etched her name under pros. After careful consideration on having one of their agents as a neighbor, she realized it likely couldn’t hurt to have somebody nearby—and so Drummer Boy was added too.

When Madelyn focused on the cons, her apprehension spiked. All the secrecy and deception was not how she typically operated, even with the Valentine Detective Agency. Nick knew full well she liked to play things clean and by the book as much as possible, seeing as she had the law to uphold. While she enjoyed the thrill of investigating leads and chasing down bad guys, she wasn’t keen on full blown espionage. That being said, she wasn’t blind to the fact that her time with the agency had turned dangerous—Earl Sterling’s case a glowing example. The hunt to corner Eddie Winter would only exacerbate matters. While she carried a pistol in her purse for protection ever since the night Nate died, she prayed she never had to use it. More disadvantages to joining the Railroad: Desdemona had mentioned they were attacked—the deaths swept under the rug by some kind of media conspiracy. So a threat to her life was certainly a possibility. Premature death—con.

Her mind drifted and she thought about their top agent—as Desdemona put it—Deacon. The man who had followed her, tracked her down and ensured she made her way to the Railroad in the first place. Desdemona was now entrusting him to teach Madelyn the ropes, pairing the two as partners, their task to collect more intel on the Railroad’s would-be enemies. When she thought about if this belonged in the pro or con column, she was frustratingly undecided, falling asleep in the corner of her wrap-around couch.

On Sunday, she awoke startled and confused, sure that the last forty-eight hours had all been a dream. The first thing Madelyn did was call Nick, who was on his way out the agency doors to track her down, worried when he hadn’t heard from her after her evening out. Ellie and Jenny had both talked him down from thinking anything horrible had happened to her, and he had stewed behind his desk all, chain-smoking up a storm without getting a moment of work done in the Eddie Winter case—or any other case, for that matter. Nick was relieved to hear she hadn’t been snatched up, but as she expected, had a plethora of questions the moment she mentioned her encounter with the Railroad. Surprisingly, however, the detective was in favor of her newfound alliance, believing the benefits far outweighed the risks. Even if she was reluctant, Madelyn agreed that she would stick to the planned Monday morning meeting with Deacon—whatever that entailed—then rendezvous with Nick to share all the details of her ordeal.

He wished her good luck. Little did she know how much she needed her friend’s good fortune.

January 20th, 1958

Drummer Boy delivered the instructions for the meeting just after sunrise on Monday—a faded parchment not unlike the one she received on New Year’s Eve—neatly typed lettering directing her to Lexington, specifically on a street corner near the Corvega assembly plant. The industrial complex was a short cab ride from her apartment, and despite the cold-front that had swept in overnight, she elected to wait on the sidewalk, bundled up in her thick, dark blue coat and matching gloves. It didn’t take Madelyn very long to start shivering in place as she waited in the designated spot by the fire hydrant along Massachusetts Ave, wishing she had worn thicker stockings. After five minutes, she glanced down at her watch, irritation rising. At ten-past eight, she dug through her purse and pulled free her compact, compelled for some unbeknownst reason to assess her reflection.

“Didn’t have to get all dolled up just for me, Charmer.”

Madelyn snapped the mirror shut at the sound of Deacon’s voice, turning around to face where he had snuck up on her as if he had materialized straight up from the snow-covered sidewalk like some eldritch being. Or at least, she thought it was Deacon—he looked very different from the last time she saw him. He was dressed much more plainly and comfortably for the weather with a long scarf and gloves. There was something off about his hair, but she couldn’t tell—not with the trilby hat in the way. She wouldn’t have recognized him if it weren’t for the reflective shades.

She was about to respond when she remembered Drummer Boy’s directions. As foolish as she felt, she repeated the memorized phrase. “Do you have a Geiger counter?”

Deacon smiled, impressed. “Mine is in the shop,” he replied. “Catching on quick, I see.”

Instead of offering a proper response, she motioned to his glasses. “Do you ever take those off?”

Deacon deflected, as to be expected. “My face?”

Madelyn sighed—she didn’t want to appear impatient, but she had been kept waiting and was on the verge of freezing on what was supposed to be Boston’s coldest day of the month. Realizing, Deacon gestured for the two to walk up the incline towards the assembly plant.

“I would’ve worn different shoes if I knew we were going to be heading into Corvega,” she mused, breath frosting in the air before her face.

“We aren’t going inside the plant,” he started with a shake of his head, diverting them behind a small retainer wall. He tapped his shoe down against a metal surface, bending down to sweep the build-up of snow away to reveal a hidden maintenance door. “We’re going through here.”

He pointed to her blue suede heels. “Hope those aren’t designer.”

“You underestimate the mess Nick has dragged me through,” she countered, watching as he lifted the heavy metal plate to reveal a small shaft and a ladder that led down into what she could only assume was a sewer tunnel system. “Can’t say it’s ever been literal shit, though.”

Deacon let out a loud, belly-aching laugh as he sat on the ground, allowing his legs to dangle over the ledge. “Ladies first, unless you’d rather give me the chance at an up-skirt looky-loo.”

Despite the lewdness, Madelyn found herself amused and struggled to hide her smile—there were still some questions she wanted answered before she crawled her way down a mysterious hole in the ground. The letter he sent that morning wasn’t exactly clear, not that she expected it to be. “Where exactly are we going? What are we doing here?”

“Our old HQ, before we were gassed out was built to be strong, defensible. We thought it was secure. This escape tunnel leads to the base,” he pointed over his shoulder to the Slocum’s Joe in the plaza a few hundred yards away. “Like Dez said, the survivors didn’t have time to grab anything. So we’re getting whatever intel was left behind in the rush.”

Madelyn was held up on secret underground headquarters. “The Railroad had a base under a donut shop?”

“Not every Slocum’s Joe has a massive tunnel complex underneath it,” he grinned, relishing in the fact that he was cluing her in on the big secret. “Used to be a Defense Intelligence Agency research lab during the war—until V-Day, and then some of those spies turned Railroad agents and the rest is history. We called it The Switchboard. Did us good, until more than half of us were snuffed out.”

She frowned, finding the loss of life distressing, compounded by the fact no one outside the organization except their killers and conspirators knew the truth. “What do we hope to find?”

“Something that shows who the sons-of-bitches that did this in the first place,” Deacon responded before flashing a small, grim smile. “I think I left behind some clean underwear, now that you mention it.”

Satisfied on the mission parameters, Madelyn stepped towards the maintenance entrance and began her descent, tightly gripping the metal bars so that she wouldn’t slip. Above her, Deacon watched for a few moments before following, shutting the metal latch closed behind them. Below her there was only a small light to lead her way, and as expected, a large puddle of water that was unavoidable as she approached the bottom. As she stepped through the murky water she groaned, knowing her shoes were now completely ruined—another pair for the damaged by field work box.

“Wet socks, my favorite,” Deacon announced sarcastically as he stepped down next to her, digging through his coat pockets until he produced a small, silver flashlight. He flicked it on, shining it under his chin for dramatic effect before angling it ahead through the tunnel. “Shall we?”

As they crept along the watery path in silence, Madelyn found herself glancing over at her newfound partner, unable to stop her mind from making comparisons to Nick. It wasn’t fair, considering she had known one man for years, and the other for a handful of hours spread across a few days. Deacon was—well he was an enigma, and she was determined to crack the code.

“Desdemona called you her top agent. How does your position differ from Glory’s?” she asked, catching his attention as they walked.

“My job’s mainly intel. So the more places I go, the better I’m doing it,” he turned his head in her direction. “Might have noticed me hanging around if you weren’t so wrapped up in your detective work. What can I say? You’re just one big beautiful distraction,” he beamed. “Plenty of opportunities to learn secrets following you around.”

Madelyn let his overzealous complement slide, focused instead on what he had mentioned. “You weren’t just at the New Year’s gala?”

“Nope.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

Figured. She had deduced by that point he was at the Memory Den not only to follow her, but because the Railroad had to have an inside agent there too, and that person could only be Irma, given her position and knowledge of Deacon in the first place. She’d keep that nugget of information to herself for now. Madelyn leaned a little closer—a test, to see if invading his personal space would discomfort him. Of course, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest, as she should’ve known, based on their very first encounter.

“Have you had partners before me, Deacon?” she questioned next, resisting the urge to smile. Now she was just being nosy, even if it was a valid question that had run through her mind. “And why use the codename Deacon anyways? Have a fascination with religious symbolism, or something?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” he joked, feigning annoyance. “I feel like I’m being interrogated!”

Madelyn softly snickered at that. “I could cuff you and take you back to the agency, give you the real experience.”

His eyebrows shot up, lips twisted in amusement. “Kinky.”

Halfway through the maintenance tunnel they came upon a locked gate. Again, Deacon patted at his pockets before reaching directly towards her temple. Understandably, she flinched away, blinking at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“Have a bobby pin I can borrow?” he explained, gloved fingers still reaching for her hairline and up-do. Madelyn dodged his invasive approach, pressing her body closer to the iron bars. Maybe she deserved that for testing his personal bubble.

“Good lord,” she sighed, exasperated, pulling free a small iron pin from her golden curls herself. “I can pick a lock too, if you’d only ask.”

Deacon was visibly pleased by her declaration, shining the light on the lock so that she might see her work. “And where might a lovely lawyer such as yourself have learned such a reprehensible skill?”

“My um—” she faltered, deciding now was not the time to tell Deacon about her deceased husband, or the little things he had taught her in their life together. She wondered if there ever would be a time—or if he already knew, and she even needed to broach the subject. The pin snagged and she steadied her hand. “Nick taught me.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her as if he could tell she was being dishonest. She knew if she was going to continue working with him, she would need to get better at the art of lying. She didn’t go to law school for years upon years without developing a silver-tongue—now it was time to put it to good use. Deacon drummed his fingers along the torch.

“I’m used to running Railroad ops solo. But being partnered up with you?” Madelyn glanced out of the corner of her eye to catch a glimpse of his smirk—apparently it was the only expression he knew. “Isn’t too bad. Now that we’re a team, we should have a code name. Like Double Indemnity, or White Heat…the Big Sleep?”

She paused to remove her gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket. Fingers bare, she had an easier time with the metal pin, even with Deacon’s rambling. “I’m partial to Bogart and Bacall—though I wonder if that movie was only half as good because of their off-screen romance.”

“If this plays out anything like a cliché noir film,” Deacon mused. “I can’t promise you won’t fall devastatingly head-over-heels in love with me by the end.”

Madelyn smiled, but she immediately dismissed the words as harmless banter. So he was a flirt—she could manage that. “I can’t guarantee you won’t be the one doing the falling, Mr. Deacon.”

“Oh, Charmer.”

With a resounding snap, the lock broke free and Madelyn pushed the gate open for the two to advance. These tunnels had more lighting, and beyond another unlocked security door was a small maintenance room, filled with tools, supplies, and boxes. Deacon lingered near the bookshelves, scanning for anything he could salvage. Meanwhile, she peered out through the broken windowpanes and into the large room ahead, overwhelmed by what she saw. A long time ago now, Nate had explained that during his time in the military he had seen intelligence bases that looked straight out of a Hollywood spy thriller, but she always thought he was having her for a laugh—until now.

Even abandoned, the area was spacious, rows of desks set up and prepared for spies—rather, Railroad agents—to research intel on whatever information they saw fit. In an overhead, second-story room sat a large, data computer, powered down and out of commission. She was so caught up in taking in the sight of the so-called Switchboard that she hardly realized Deacon had snuck beside her. She figured he would shed more wisdom on the Railroad’s former base of operations, but instead his next words sent her reeling.

“So you’re married.”

Madelyn nearly choked. “What?”

He tilted his chin down at her left hand and reflexively, she covered the ring with her right, twisting it nervously between her fingers. His expression was too hard to read when he wasn’t grinning at her, eyes always covered up with those ridiculous darkened sunglasses. “That shiny rock you’ve got has implications.”

“Then you should already know the answer,” she said in return, unable to hold back her discomfort. “Right?”

Deacon shrugged. “Maybe not. Maybe I wanted to hear it from you instead of reading it in a file. You know what they say about assuming.”

She hesitated several times, opening and closing her mouth when the words wouldn’t come out. This was an emotional wall so few had breached, and she wasn’t sure if Deacon was one that could be added to the list—not yet anyways. Still, she felt as though she owed him some semblance of the truth, a sign of good faith, if their partnership were to continue.

“I—I’m widowed,” she spoke softly, avoiding looking at his face. “That’s all I’m willing to say, right now.”

“Fair enough,” he replied with a nod. She hoped that was the end for his line of questioning, but then he tapped his finger along his chin. “You’re a woman of faith, right? Have you ever been to the church in Quincy?”

“Now I feel like I’m being interrogated,” she muttered, flicking her gaze to him, hoping he caught her sarcasm. “Are you going to pull handcuffs out of your pockets?”

Deacon’s lips twisted into a sideways grin. “No, but I can talk dirty if you’d like. Veux-tu voir mon pantalon?”

Madelyn couldn’t help but laugh—the warmth in her chest a bizarre and foreign feeling—but her amusement was real. Delighted by her reaction, Deacon silently beckoned for her to follow through the double doors into the Switchboard proper. “Come on, Bacall, let’s find some intel.”

She wanted to tease him, say something clever about how she saw Nick Valentine as more of the Humphrey Bogart type instead, but the moment they crossed the threshold, the air was sucked out from her lungs. The attack on the former headquarters had occurred months ago and yet the underground building still reeked of gas and death. Madelyn felt the corners of her eyes prickle—the air quality wasn’t enough to harm her, but it was caustic enough to be unpleasant. She grabbed one glove from her pocket and held it over her nose and mouth. When she glanced over to Deacon, he was doing the same with the edge of his scarf. She followed him through the rows of abandoned desks and toppled over chairs, scanning the wooden surfaces for files or anything that looked important. Then again, she wasn’t entirely sure what would be important. Deacon passed through the area dismissively, brushing aside forgotten paperwork with the sole of his shoe.

“Where are you going?” she asked, coughing a little at the bitter taste in the air.

He silently gestured upstairs and continued on his path. In the console room that overlooked the main floor, the air was clearer, allowing her to inspect the surroundings a little more carefully. On the nearby table was a forgotten notepad, the handwriting barely legible.

“What exactly is a MILA, and what does it have to do with…MIT terraforming the Commonwealth?” she asked, hesitantly. As she flipped through the notes, she was sure she had stumbled upon the rantings of a madman.

Deacon let out a boisterous chuckle. “Bring those with you. Tinker Tom will be forever in your debt.”

“Tinker…” she shook her head, deciding not to ask for clarification. She tucked away the small notepad into her purse. “Another one of your operatives?”

“He’s not a field agent anymore,” he explained as they moved through the back-office corridors, Deacon leading them left towards a few scientific research labs. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, considering he used to work there. “Tom is—how do I put it—our engineer. He invents things, usually things that are incredibly illegal and likely to get us all blown up and killed, but thirty percent of the time, his inventions are helpful.”

“He’s intelligent but has fallen so far off his rocker it’s hard to tell sometimes,” he described further, in a somber tone. “If you were under all that stress from watching your friends die, it’d be hard not to succumb to madness.”

Madelyn didn’t say anything, her mind switching focus to the pros and cons list she had drawn up over the weekend. With each new grain of information, the negatives were starting to outweigh the positives. Deacon—she was still undecided. For a moment there, she could’ve sworn she had seen a hidden depth of emotion, but it had faded away just as fast as it appeared. He glanced over his shoulder to look at her, as if he had heard her thinking about him, or rather, felt her staring at the back of his head.

“Our good Doctor Carrington kept a vault up ahead. I can guarantee there’s something we need locked away in there,” he explained. Now there were two names—two Railroad agents in which she needed a face to a name. The back-corner room looked more like a medical lab, albeit with a large, metal door that was better suited for a bank than a doctor’s office. “What’s your lucky number?”

It was a rhetorical question at best, Deacon approaching the safe mechanism eagerly as he removed his gloves. Even though he appeared to know the combination, he made a show of it, leaning in to listen to the gradual ticks of the cogs as they clicked into place. Not a moment later, the lock was open, and he was flashing a self-satisfied grin. “Open says me.”

A gush of air filled the room as the vault door creaked open. Inside, an emergency light flickered eerily, forming elusive shadows out of the metal storage shelves that lined the large safe. Whatever Madelyn expected to find she was astounded by medical and technical gadgets, all abandoned from when the Railroad was forced to evacuate. She was half tempted to pick up a metal contraption of sorts when she was reminded of the possible contamination and focused her attention elsewhere.

“Here we are,” Deacon announced, pulling a large, dusty folder from the shelf. He inspected the contents, allowing Madelyn to gander a peek from over his arm. She was surprised to find many, if not all the pages written in code. “Hadn’t gotten around to deciphering this batch yet.”

“How do you know it’s important then?”

“Because ten people died ensuring it didn’t land in the wrong hands, that’s why.”

Madelyn cocked her head aside, seeing the mission for what it was. “This was the target all along, wasn’t it?” When he nodded, she nearly lost her patience. “You could’ve told me instead of stringing me along for kicks. I went through all of that, and I don’t know why.”

Deacon frowned, realizing he had miscalculated her reaction. “Would you believe me if I said that I don’t know either?”

“No.”

“That’s fair,” he nodded with a small pout. He shut the folder and tucked it into his coat for safe keeping. “Dez approved the op. For all I know, these are instructions on how to brew the perfect cup of coffee.”

She had to take his word for it, hoping everything they had just done was worth the effort. Deacon led the pair towards another maintenance shaft and up a metal catwalk that led to a service elevator. After he pressed the button, she peered at him curiously. “Aren’t we going back the way we came?”

“Speaking of. How do you take your coffee?” he avoided the question, motioning for her to enter the small elevator before him as the doors chimed open.

Madelyn sighed, wondering if it wasn’t too late to ask Desdemona to be paired up with someone else. Still, she humored him. “Two sugars and a little bit of cream.”

Even as they crept through the tunnels, she had doubted that the old Railroad Headquarters was beneath the Slocum’s Joe, but as they exited the elevator into a basement storage room, she was faced with boxes of the coffee shop’s paraphernalia, including a very brightly colored donut costume that was folded over the staircase banister.

“Tinker Tom used to wear that on the street corner while on lookout,” Deacon explained, and she couldn’t tell if he was joking. She followed him up the stairs, but instead of a door there was a false panel of thick wood that took some effort to push open. He stuck his head through the small gap, checking the perimeter. “After you. Cars’ out front if you’d like an escort back to your neck of the woods.”

Madelyn flashed him an indignant stare. She gestured to her ruined shoes. “Two entrances and we had to take the long way around?”

“You’ve shown me you can dance,” he answered. “I wanted to know that you could sneak around too.”

She walked ahead of him through the false bookshelf with half-of-mind to hail a cab as soon as she was outside when his hand hooked into her elbow and yanked her back and into the closest booth. She was about to protest when his eyebrows raised high above his shades. “Act natural.”

She flicked her eyes down to where his hand was covering her own across the table. It wasn’t as an alarming of a shock like the one she felt at the Memory Den, but still, her skin tingled at the unfamiliar contact. Given the circumstances, she didn’t pull away and she squashed the thought that wondered if she would’ve done so otherwise. But if he wanted a ruse, they would need to blend in. She took a moment to shrug off her coat, folding the garment into the space beside her before grabbing the menu tucked behind the napkin dispenser.

Deacon caught on, discarding his own coat and scarf to his right. His left hand breached across the linoleum surface, fingers curling around her right hand again. She wasn’t surprised this was the act he wanted to put on. “Do you see the man at the counter?”

Madelyn barely flicked her gaze up and over his shoulder, grinning like he had told her a joke instead. “The man in black? Yes. He’s wearing sunglasses,” she paused to twist a golden curl around her finger with her free hand—she might have been over doing it. “One of yours?”

“Definitely not,” he responded, disguising his vitriol behind a soft laugh. “But he is here for us.”

She took a glance at the man at the main counter again as discreetly as she could, made easier when a passing waitress collected their coffee orders from Deacon who was all too happy to show off how he had remembered hers. At first glance, the dark-skinned man didn’t look threatening—appeared to be just another businessman on a coffee break—but the way he was scanning the diner with purpose sent a chill down her spine. A hunch told her he wasn’t one of Winter’s men—but then who did he work for?

“Who else knew about us coming here today?” Madelyn asked, not meaning to sound so serious. If this man in black was after the forgotten intel that Railroad agents had died to protect, then he had to belong to the same organization that killed them in the first place. Remembering the facade, she smiled.

He squeezed her hand, either in realization or as part of their charade. “Are you implying we have a mole?”

“Mole, rat,” she shrugged, as if he was talking about something else. The waitress returned with their orders and he stared into his coffee for a long moment before taking a sip. “Afraid it’s been poisoned?”

He chuckled, genuinely this time. “Remember, you can’t trust everyone.”

“Even you?”

Deacon’s fingers flexed against hers again and he flashed a smirk behind the rim of his cup. “Especially me.”

Madelyn didn’t have very long to think about if he was bluffing when she realized the well-dressed man was now advancing towards them. The way Deacon’s foot shifted against her heel told her he also knew they were about to be cornered. She started to run through a myriad of scenarios—one of which included throwing hot coffee—but she wondered if there was something a little more dignified she could do.

Her Railroad partner looked to her, eyebrow arched with a devious expression. “Want to lean over the table and—”

“No—”

“Mads?”

It happened simultaneously, the familiar voice echoing out across the diner—their saving grace—but also Madelyn’s absolute horror. Jennifer Lands came striding over, green heels loud against the tile and matching skirt a flutter as she ducked around the booths to stand right next to their table, circumventing the stranger not a moment too soon. For a moment, Madelyn thought he was going to interrupt but he moved on, flashing one last lingering glance over his shoulder at the booth before moving towards the exit. Only then did Madelyn switch her attention to her friend, who appeared overjoyed, grinning like she had won the lottery. Her hands were clasped under her chin as her eyes shifted between the two.

Oh. Oh no.

Madelyn instinctually pulled her hand away, tucking both beneath the table where she nervously fidgeted with her wedding ring. Deacon straightened his posture, looking too self-satisfied with the change in situation.

“Don’t get shy on account of me,” she beamed, winking at Madelyn. “Won’t you introduce me to your…”

Madelyn was going to regret this. She nodded, gesturing to Deacon. “This is—”

“Humphrey Bogart,” he interrupted, extending his arm.

Jenny giggled, indulging him as she grasped his hand in a polite shake. “It’s not every day you meet a dead celebrity.”

“A friend?” Deacon asked. He used his free hand to point up at Jenny. “I like her.”

Madelyn resisted the urge to groan—to slump into the vinyl diner seat until she could slither underneath the table and out the door not unlike a snake. Or maybe, if she closed her eyes hard enough, she’d spontaneously combust, or she’d wake up and this would have all been a fever dream. Was it possible that she’d inhaled some of the trace amounts of gas while traversing the underground tunnels and was now hallucinating?

“I’m her—”

She snapped herself back to reality before he could say anything—be it the truth or some fantastical lie.

“Jenny, this is Deacon,” she paused, crafting a plausible story in her mind. “He’s an informant for the agency.”

It was obvious Jenny didn’t believe her, still looking at the two expectantly. “You aren’t…on a—”

“No!” Madelyn wouldn’t even let the word come from her friend’s mouth. Deacon smiled, his non-offense to her harsh reaction forcing Jenny to second-guess her observations. The red-head looked ready to question them further when another familiar face appeared from someplace in the diner.

“Jenny isn’t bothering you on the job, now is she?” Nick Valentine—intuition as sharp as ever—gave Madelyn a quick nod. She wasn’t wholly decided on if his presence would make things better or worse. His fiancé seemed to be mulling the information in her mind, still unsure.

Madelyn flashed a toothy smile, gesturing across the table. Her patience was wearing thing. “Nick, you remember our informant from the Memory Den, Deacon.”

Deacon offered a wave. “Nick, you old dog. Good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” Nick nodded, playing along.

He glanced to Madelyn, and she was surprised to find him neither suspicious nor annoyed but amused. A small smirk was pulling at his lips and she had to wonder if he had witnessed their donut-shop antics too. At least the detective knew why she was in Lexington that day and had the sense to put two and two together, unlike his lady love. Jenny wasn’t privy to the finer details of their work—better to leave her in the dark, for her own safety—even if it led to awkward situations such as this.

“We were just going over that information we discussed,” Madelyn said, discreetly.

On cue, Deacon lifted the thick file of paperwork they had just smuggled out from the Switchboard. “What Charmer said.”

Nick’s eyes lit up, intrigued. “Is that so?” he rested his hand on Jenny’s back, smiling to his beloved. “Sweetheart, do you mind if I have a private, work-related chat with Madelyn? Shouldn’t take but five minutes.”

“Sure,” the red-head replied, her grin a little too devious as she waved Madelyn out of the diner booth. “I’ll keep Bogie here company.”

At Nick’s confusion, Madelyn shook her head, pulling on her coat as the two moved outside. She gave one last fleeting glance to Deacon, who only grinned. Leaving him alone with Jenny was about as bad as the two of them getting caught by the strange man—she only prayed nothing nefarious came of their conversation. In front of the Slocum’s Joe, she busied herself with pulling her gloves back on while Nick watched.

“So that’s Deacon,” he said—a statement, rather than a question. His eyebrows were raised, expression one of mild disbelief. “Not what I expected.”

“Kind of hard to describe a walking question mark, Nick,” Madelyn replied with a low laugh. “He could also qualify as an asterisk. Maybe one of those squiggly accent lines.”

Nick smiled, the mirth in his expression worrying her a little. “I take it the job went well?”

Madelyn hesitated, wondering how much he had seen inside the donut shop. “Very.”

“Suppose there’s competition for being your partner then,” he responded in a playful tone.

“Hardly,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “I work for the agency. The Railroad isn’t paying me. Unless you count vague lessons on the importance of trust and intuition as currency.” She patted Nick on the shoulder and flashed an over-zealous smile. “Deacon has got nothin’ compared to you.”

The detective laughed, shaking his head. “So that’s why he calls you Charmer.”

Madelyn balked at what Nick was insinuating. “It’s a codename. Mysterious, don’t you think?”

“Fitting,” he countered, looking like she had told him some hilarious joke. “The two of you are getting along then?”

She realized that perhaps Nick had brought her outside for ulterior motives. Shouldn’t they be discussing what her and Deacon found rather than their rapport? She sighed, deflecting with a shrug. “I can get along with anybody. He’s tolerable, I suppose. He’s incredibly strange, and talks in riddles, and I really need to explain that he doesn’t have to try so hard to get me to laugh—”

Why’d she say that last part for? She broke off, feeling unnerved by the way Nick was looking at her, expression soft with a knowing smile. Madelyn felt her face grow hot despite the chill of the Boston winter air. She avoided his eyes, glancing towards the glass windowpane of the diner where she could just make out Deacon and Jenny sitting, laughing over something. Her thoughts betrayed her—but he’s pretty good at making me laugh, and he isn’t that bad to look at—she shook her head sharply, chasing the idea away.

“If I could make an observation,” Nick started, hesitantly. His hand rested on her shoulder, catching her attention. “I haven’t seen you so chatty and bright in a long time. Not since—”

Madelyn’s mood shifted dramatically, and she frowned up at her friend. “Since what, Nick?”

He winced, knowing he misspoke. In true Valentine fashion, he rebounded as well as he could. “It’s a good look, Madelyn.”

This is why she didn’t get close to new people—it only caused a myriad of confusing emotions. In spite of the turbulence she felt, deep down she knew Nick had a point. One she didn’t feel like admitting to yet, but a point, nonetheless. Her newfound partnership with Deacon—one she had resisted at first—had been surprisingly natural. Too natural, apparently. Now, she felt even more conflicted, and the guilt she’d been carrying around for more than a year threatened to flood her senses.

She put on a brave face, like she always did. “Thank you.”

Nick grimaced, breathing out in defeat. She knew he meant well, but the timing still wasn’t right for her. Her happiness was important, yes, but so was the job. They had bigger proverbial fish to fry. Just when she thought to speak on what they’d found beneath the Slocum’s Joe, Jenny’s jovial laugher echoed out into the Boston streets. Deacon followed behind her, boisterous as he retold some wild tale about spying for the agency in Scollay Square. They approached, unaware of the lingering tension in the air.

“I like him,” Jenny mused, nuzzling herself up to Nick’s side as she grasped his hand.

Madelyn found Deacon beside her, but showed some restraint and did not reach out to touch her in any way. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it—pushing the fleeting thoughts away as he flashed her a smirk. “Everybody likes me. Isn’t that right, Charmer?”

“Careful,” she chided in a playful tone, if only to keep the atmosphere light. “You’ll start to sound like a jelly-filled donut.”

The group laughed, and with a quick glance to the detective, he took the cue from Madelyn. “Are you heading home? I can drive you there on the way to Jenny’s hospital shift.”

If she had to guess, if only for a moment, Deacon looked disappointed as he dug for his own keys from the never-ending void that was his coat pockets. No doubt he knew where she lived, but a little voice in her head was telling her that it was time to depart for today and regroup later. Much later—after she’d had some time to think and recharge—and go over that hastily scribbled list of pros and cons again.

“Yes, thank you,” she agreed, turning to face her Railroad companion as Nick escorted Jenny to his parked Cadillac nearby. Madelyn hoped to end their interaction on a positive note. “Would you call today successful?”

Deacon smiled as he nodded, patting his coat where he had tucked the documents away. “We got what we came for. Its best we split up and meet back at the church.”

She silently agreed but didn’t move right away to catch up with the others. Even though she had just mentally reprimanded herself, she couldn’t let herself walk away without speaking the truth. “We make a good team.”

“The best,” he replied, delighted by her comment. He nodded, tipping his hat slightly. “See you soon, Charmer.”

Back in the comfort of her apartment, Madelyn spent most of the evening the same way she had spent the weekend—pacing in a nervous line from her kitchen to her couch, from her couch to the hallway and everywhere in between. She had added more notes, scribbled thoughts and emotions to her Railroad List, reading them over and over as she poured generously from her whiskey bottle with each refill. Even with all the new additions after her escapade at the Switchboard, there was one glaring omission.

Deacon.

Just thinking of the man made her feel uneasy, and not for the paranoid reasons she once held. No, that would be far easier. Instead, she was frustrated by how easily he had gotten past her defenses, knocking down the perfectly built walls she had put up around her heart and mind ever since Christmas 1956. She was capable of being a bubbly, charming person—but it wasn’t supposed to happen so quickly, especially with a practical stranger. Especially with somebody she wasn’t sure she could trust. Wasn’t that what he had been trying to teach her in the first place?

Nick and Jenny’s observations only made matters worse. In the end, Madelyn only felt conflicted and a compounding amount of guilt—like she had somehow betrayed Nate by letting somebody, anybody get under her skin. Regardless of what Nick, or any of her friends said, she was sure that she didn’t deserve that kind of happiness—not when her late husband’s murderer was still free.

Dogmeat whined, intuitive to her emotions, and she sought comfort in petting the dog, beckoning him to follow her down the hallway so they could get some sleep after a long day. As she passed through the hall, she double backed to the open storage closet, peering inside, just as she had done on Christmas day. Instead of continuing on however, a strange compulsion to inspect the large, dusty box in the corner came over her. The last present she’d ever received from Nate, left unwrapped and hidden for her discover in the garage of the home they once shared. A General Atomics logo was plastered atop the box and below it in white cursive letters read, Mister Handy. Dogmeat shuffled between her legs to get a better look.

“What do you think, boy?” she asked. “Should we open the box?”

He barked, signifying his approval. After the weekend she’d had, perhaps it was time to activate the robot. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a Mister Handy around to help, as her husband had intended. If anything, the extra company—even one built on artificial intelligence—would do her some good. Still, the action would prove to be a large step in the so-called grieving process. Dogmeat barked again, and she focused, steadying herself as she began lifting the flaps.

Curiously, the manufacturers seal had already been broken. As soon as the box was opened, Madelyn knew why—atop the shiny surface of the robot was an envelope. In Nate’s distantly familiar handwriting were two words: Hi Honey! Her entire body seized up as she let out a quiet sob, suddenly overwhelmed. Through clouded eyes, she pulled the box out of the closet and into the hallway, carefully tipping it over so she could extract the heavy metal frame of the deactivated Mister Handy unit. She sat on the carpet next to the robot, Dogmeat sniffing at the metallic surface as she carefully opened the letter from Nate.

Maddie,

I’ve been thinking a lot about our future, thinking about the possibility of welcoming a child into our lives. Lord knows I’ve been having fun trying for one—practice makes perfect, right? I’ve also been thinking about all the preparations we’ve made for building our family: the crib, the tiny clothes, even joking about potential names. It sounds foolish but even one child, one little life created with you would be enough, no matter how long it takes.

I know you’re a fiercely independent and modern woman who likes to take care of herself, but with our plans to grow our family, I was thinking we could use an extra hand. Or three. Regardless of ol’ Codsworth here, I know you will be an amazing mother.

I love you so much. You are my best friend and my saving grace. The first and last thing I think about in the morning and at night. You have made me so incredibly happy. If I should die tomorrow, I’d die a happy man.

-Nate

PS: Did you know twins run in my family?

Reading his words left a new kind of pain in her heart, a fresh reminder of the plans they had before his life had been cut short. How prophetic of him, to leave such a statement about his assumed death. Madelyn wasn’t sure when the note was written, but it had to have been shortly before that fateful night in Boston Common. With his letter were the General Atomic factory instructions, along with more of Nate’s handwritten scribbles indicating which steps she could skip and simple hacks—a cheat sheet from beyond the pale.

After twisting the upper chassis, she found and pressed the activation button until the robot whirled back to life with a series of beeps and garbled words. Almost immediately it was floating midair, eye-sensors adjusting to its environment. Madelyn stood to be as level as she could with the unit, the way it hovered allowed the machinery to tower over her. Her reflection was distorted in the shiny surface of the Mister Handy as she stared at it, suddenly wondering if this had been a good idea after all.

“You must be Mrs. James,” the robot declared joyously, his three metal arms spinning as if to express that delight, barely missing her body. “I am Codsworth. Your new butler. Oh, how wonderful it is to finally meet you. Sir has spoken so much—”

She couldn’t help the strangled gasp of a cry that escaped her, snapping a hand over her mouth to prevent further disruptions. Hearing this robot—Codsworth—speak so casually as if nothing was amiss made reality come crashing down around her all over again. He floated a little closer.

“Have I upset you, mum?” Codsworth asked in a sullen tone.

Madelyn shook her head in earnest, wiping away her tears on the sleeve of her dress. “No, of course not. Codsworth honey,” she sniffled, baffled by her own term of endearment for the Mister Handy unit. Perhaps the overly posh British accent had gotten to her. But now came the awkward explanation of telling a robot that his master was long dead. “It isn’t you. You should know that…Mr. James is no longer with us.”

“Oh, where has he gone off to?”

She closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn’t have to be so blunt. “He’s dead, Codsworth. Died before he could gift you to me.”

Expressionless, mechanical eyes ‘blinked’ back at her, processing what she had just said. “Well, I’m here now, mum,” he spoke. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss. Sir was so kind when activating me and said so many lovely things about you,” his tone shifted to one of determination. “I look forward to fulfilling the duties I was meant to, if you’ll allow.”

As silly as Madelyn felt to be comforted by a floating Mister Handy unit, she couldn’t help but smile at his words. In a gesture of kindness, she placed her hand against his metal frame, wondering if he—or the wires in his mainframe that made up his personality—understood. It would take some adjustment, but she could get used to having a disembodied voice in her home—the thought made her smile even more.

“Of course, Codsworth,” she agreed. Madelyn released a breath and felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest. This had been a long time coming. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you too.”

#fallout 4 #fallout au #deacon x f!solesurvivor #madelyn hardy #deacon #nick valentine #jennifer lands #and an undercover appearance by X688?#dogmeat #also cosdworth is here now!#this chapter is filled with glorious banter #and the start of the SLOW BURN #I almost didn't post this today but here I am

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phobiadeficient · 4 years

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SpeedingBullet but make scout completely oblivious for way too long

“so we both have buckets of fried chicken, you wanna do it?” ass bitch over here can’t even spell subtlety let alone understand it so good fuckin luck with that crush sniper

Scout’s pickup lines generally consisted of walking up to someone attractive, looking around to make sure they were alone enough to not be overheard, and asking them if they either wanted to go out or wanted to have sex depending on his mood.

So Sniper was pretty sure that wooing Scout wasn’t exactly necessary, but Sniper also generally tried to hold himself to a standard regardless of “necessity”. So he decided to go about it the right way anyways.

One day when he was hanging out in the base for once, Scout ducked into the common room and asked if anyone wanted to go with him to get something “real” to eat. Sniper volunteered. That started a weekly routine of them going off-base every Saturday to get tacos together at the nearest place that sold them, half an hour away.

For Scout’s birthday, Sniper got him a present—a record player, so he wouldn’t constantly need to argue with Heavy and Demo about whose turn it was to play music in the common room. One week, Scout got the flu, and Medic basically quarantined him off so he wouldn’t spread it to the rest of the team. Sniper spent an afternoon digging up the recipe for soup that he had from back home, making enough that Scout wouldn’t need to cook anything for himself for the next week or so until he was allowed at team dinners again, bringing the first serving of it to him and hanging out with the kid even though he knew he might get sick, and on Saturday he specifically called in a favor with Pyro and had them cook tacos so he could bring them by. The team went out drinking one weekend, and he and Scout sat together practically the whole night. When most of the team decided to finally head out, Sniper waved them off and offered to drive himself and Scout back later, promising not to drink too much. Scout expressed an interest in getting up and dancing when one of his favorite songs came up on the radio, and somehow Sniper roped himself into dancing with Scout for long enough that the next morning his legs were sore.

Scout didn’t seem to think anything of it. He stepped up his game.

He asked Scout if he wanted to go out and get coffee at some point. Scout told him he didn’t like coffee, it messed with his stomach, and that energy drinks were totally where it’s at. He asked if Scout wanted to get dinner. Scout agreed that wow it really had gotten late, it was dinner time already, they better hurry up before the rest of the team inhaled the meal.

He asked if Scout wanted to go on a date.

Scout said, man, like you wouldn’t believe! But lately whenever he hit on people they didn’t seem to ever catch on. He asked Sniper if he knew what that was like.

Sniper said, yes. He knew that feeling intimately.

He got tired of it. It had been nearly five months of subtle hints, gentle pushes, pointed questions. A whole five months of light flirting, compliments, Sniper paying for their food and Sniper carving out all of his free time and Sniper constantly, constantly setting himself up and never finding any payoff for it. It was the worst kind of edging.

And yes, he very much wanted to just hop into bed with Scout. But he also very much wanted to date Scout, it would seem. Yes he wanted to situate his body between Scout‘s heavily muscled thighs and drive him absolutely insane. But also he wanted to kiss Scout hello in the morning.

He’d gotten sappy. God damn it. Now it would hurt a lot worse if Scout rejected him. But he couldn’t find it in himself to even be scared of that, because he’d been on an almost seven month dry spell by then, not wanting to be so much of an asshole to go for several people at once without their knowledge, so he was mostly just concerned with getting a yes or no answer so he could move forward in one direction or another.

It was Valentine’s Day. It was after work. He showered, unpacked his nice suit that he sometimes used when he had to go out on contract, bought a bouquet, and marched himself directly through the base to Scout’s room and hammered his fist on the door.

Scout opened the door.

“Do you, Scout,” Sniper asked, “want to go out on a date, romantically, with me, Sniper, tonight on this Valentine’s Day? Please?”

Silence for two seconds. “Oh, fuck. That was flirting, wasn’t it?” Scout asked, apparently coming to a series of realizations.

“Yes. It was. For about five months for what it’s worth.”

“Since we started Taco Days?” Scout asked, eyes widening.

“Since a bit before, yes.”

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Shit, I’m so sorry.”

Sniper felt his heart sink, some of the determination seeping out of his shoulders. “Is that a no?” he asked, a bit less firmly now.

“No, yes, I—no it’s not a no, yes I wanna date you,” Scout clarified quickly. “Uh. Fuck. Shit. Where?”

“Anywhere,” Sniper shrugged. “But the taco place is open. They have a special for couples tonight.”

“You wanna be couples?” Scout asked, a little surprised.

“Ideally.”

Scout thought about it for a second. “I mean, yeah, sure! Okay! Or, I dunno, first date and then if it goes well—shit, Taco Day has been a date hasn’t it? Uh. First romantic date—not that it’s not romantic—“

“Look, it’s already almost six and they’re closing at ten,” Sniper cut in.

“Yeah, I’ll get changed,” Scout agreed quickly, moving to shut the door before catching himself and taking the flowers first, clearly shocked by the entirety of the proceedings. “Fuck. I’m real fuckin’ stupid, huh Snipes?”

“You’re lucky it’s cute,” Sniper deadpanned. “Meet me outside in twenty?”

“Thirty, I gotta shower,” Scout replied, dragging a hand up through his hair self-consciously. “But yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

“Yeah,” Sniper nodded.

The date went fine. The drive over was weirdly quiet, and Scout fidgeted with the radio a lot more, drummed his fingers against his own leg, the same way he sometimes did before confessing that something was bothering him—nerves about the new niece he had on the way, or annoyance about some bullshit that one of the team had said to him, or guilt about some prank gone awry that he hadn’t confessed to. But he didn’t speak, just fiddling, drumming.

Then tacos were basically business as usual. Scout made a joke about what dummies they were, eating tacos in suits, how they were for sure gonna end up with sauce on their nice white shirts, and Sniper laughed, and they didn’t.

Halfway through, Scout started asking questions.

“So dudes, huh? That why you’d never say anything when I started goin’ off about some girl?”

“And jealously, but yeah, that too,” Sniper admitted. He was glad he’d elected to keep his shades on. They helped hide the fact that he was bad at eye contact at the best of times.

“I kinda thought it was because you had a girlfriend or a wife off somewhere that you never wanted to talk about, like how Spy’s a prick about that stuff. I mean, you don’t, right? Have a girl somewhere?”

“No. And not a bloke either, for what it’s worth,” Sniper replied.

“Okay. Cool. Good.” Scout fidgeted with a napkin, took a drink of water. “I mean, didn’t think you’re the type for that anyways, but… yeah.”

Sniper took a drink of his own water. Silence for a moment.

“And you kinda wanna just—you wanna do boyfriend stuff? With me?” Scout asked, confused, as if some part of the proceedings didn’t make sense to him.

“Feels a bit like I already do,” Sniper pointed out.

“I mean, not all the boyfriend stuff,” Scout mumbled, eyes back on his napkin. “I dunno. Maybe it’ll be nice though.”

“What sorts of “boyfriend stuff” have I missed so far that you’d like to see more of?” Sniper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like, talkin’ about yourself more. You’re like, practically my therapist.”

“The complaining to me, you mean?”

“Yeah. And you barely ever complain back. Unless you’re agreeing with me that Spy’s a prick.” Scout looked up, baby blues trying to meet his eyes through his glasses. “I wanna hear more about you.”

Sniper couldn’t help but smile a little at that. “Alright. I can try. Besides that?”

Scout looked away, face going a bit red as the silence progressed. He glanced around their vicinity for a second, barely managing to meet Sniper’s gaze before he had to break it again. “C’mon man, you’re gonna make me say it?” he said quietly.

“Five months.”

“Fine, sheesh, I…” He ducked his head a little. “Maybe… kissing and all that crap.”

Sniper raised an eyebrow at him. Scout scowled when he glanced up and saw it.

“Look, I ain’t ever done this with a guy before, alright?” he said defensively, and he’d sunk pretty far by then down into his seat. “I dunno what the hell I’m doin’.”

“We can take it slow if you want,” Sniper suggested, feeling a little bad.

“I didn’t say that, I’m just tellin’ you I’m gonna be a total idiot,” Scout muttered.

“Oh? What all would you like to jump right into then?”

“I’m not sayin’ it in public, that’s all I’m gonna tell you,” Scout said stubbornly, and Sniper laughed, and allowed him to change the subject to something else.

Scout paid the tab, saying it was his turn anyways, As usual, Sniper drove them to the taco place and Scout was the one to drive them back. Conversation was limited, both of them relaxed and satisfied.

Scout surprised him by pulling off the route they took back to instead park them at one of those roadside tourist-y areas where people could stop and stretch their legs on road trips and take photos and read a plaque. It was empty, of course it was, and the second Scout had the car in park and the keys out of it, dropped onto the dashboard, he promptly jumped the gearshift and landed himself in Sniper’s lap.

“Okay,” Scout opened with. “So here’s the thing.”

“Right?” Sniper replied hesitantly, hands on Scout’s waist, glancing him up and down.

“So like, me about guys, that’s usually secondary to the girls thing. Because girls are great. Usually it’s only really hot guys who I’d go for. And I guess I kinda more thought about you as a coworker mostly for a long time, right? Because you were. But then, I dunno, at some point I guess it clicked a little, right? That you’re hot.”

Sniper grinned. “Yeah? What is it, which part?” he asked.

“Stubble’s a big one,” Scout admitted. “And you know how to handle your gun crazy well, and can totally fuck a guy up with your knife. It’s real hot. And you’ve got these shoulders, and like… a lot of things basically,” Scout concluded, hands finding the shoulders in question. “And just, man. You look fuckin’ good in a suit. And I just wanna… I don’t even know what. I wanna do somethin’ to you.”

“Kissing’ as good start,” Sniper suggested, and Scout needed no further prompting, leaning in and spending exactly five seconds kissing Sniper like a good Christian boy before he promptly got filthy with it, pulling tricks with his tongue that made Sniper groan.

He broke away again, breathless. “Hate to take this off since you like it so much,” he admitted, tugging at his own tie pointedly.

“Well I fuckin’ know I wanna do that to you,” Scout said, and started working Sniper’s suit jacket off of him.

Scout mostly moved to toss the components of Sniper’s suit into the back seat carelessly, stripping him to his undershirt before he helped Sniper get off his own dress shirt. He managed to get his own pants undone before he apparently got impatient, nipping at Sniper’s freshly exposed collarbones with those rabbitish teeth of his, making Sniper’s hands fumble where he was at work on his own belt.

“Have an idea enough about how this works to know how you’d like to do this?” Sniper asked, a rumble into his ear that made Scout shiver.

“I dunno, just touch my dick, fuck,” Scout said impatiently, and got back to work marking up Sniper’s neck like he was getting paid, starting to grind down into him. Sniper was distantly aware of the fact that the windows were starting to fog.

The fact that he suddenly realized he didn’t actually have any lube or condoms on him, having assumed they’d get back at least to base before they started making out like horny teenagers, meant that their options were limited, but Sniper wasn’t that worried about it. He just got to work trying to worm Scout’s pants down his thighs, working with the rhythm of rolls that he’d established. He got a bit impatient, grabbing around the back of Scout’s thighs with both hands to lift him up enough to work his own pants down past his knees before letting him back down again, a moan startled out of him as Scout promptly grinded against him, making a similar noise.

“Hold on,” Sniper grunted, stopping Scout with a hand on his hip, raising the other to his own face to spit in it once, twice, before lowering it to slick both Scout and himself, and then he was wrapping a hand around them both as best he could and starting to jerk.

Scout’s reaction was immediate, starting to roll his hips into the wet, slick grip, eyelashes fluttering and mouth falling open around gasps, the first silent and every one after that satisfied.

“C’mon,” Sniper prompted, nosing in just below his chin and kissing his throat briefly. “Help me out with this. Get your hand wet—yeah, there you go—now c’mon, right here. Good. God, yeah, like that. There’s a beauty.”

Scout used his free hand to wrap around Sniper’s shoulder to pull him close, mashing their lips together gracelessly but enthusiastically. Sniper’s free hand moved at first to grip at Scout’s ass, satisfied at the fact that he could now do so, then eventually to toy with Scout’s chest, pinching at one nipple and then the other, wringing all sorts of noises from Scout’s mouth and into his own and enjoying every second of it.

He felt Scout getting close quicker than he did, and tried to make up for the distance by starting to also roll his hips up into his fist, a steady roll that made him groan and pinch harder, grip just slightly tighter. He was distantly aware of the fog that clung to the windows, of the sweat on his own forehead and Scout’s chest beneath his hand, of the squeak of the car’s suspension as they rocked it, but mostly he just focused on the mounting pleasure.

Scout keened against his mouth, gasping damply against him as he stalled out, hips jerking and struggling. He opened his eyes, and the flush on his face, the redness of his lips wound wide around further noises of pleasure, the final gasp of “Fuck, Snipes,” that Scout managed to whimper, the feeling of Scout’s hand shifting to simply hold on to him instead of both of them, it had him finishing within a few strokes, his own noise much quieter.

In a few minutes, they’d start laughing at the cliche of fucking in a car, start struggling to clean up and get to their own clothes, start talking about how next time Sniper would show him how real fucking worked, about how they’d flip a coin to pick who’d be on top the first time.

Until then, they kissed, and at least in the afterglow, Sniper figured the five months were worth it. Just barely.

#//sniperscout #//car sex

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Professor’s Assistant - Part 4

Summary: College Junior, Sophie starts to develop a crush on her Political Science professor. Will it drive a wedge between her boyfriend Cody and her? Will it stay just a silly admiration?

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: Swearing

Part 3

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The rest of your weekend was spent cleaning the apartment in between homework breaks. Your procrastinator boyfriend was out with his friends instead of working on his classes. You took the opportunity of having the place to yourself to not only clean but to listen to your favorite playlist, “All Out 80s”. You connected your phone to play through the TV, it was something you did regularly when Cody was out. Partly because you two had different tastes in music, and because you needed music to clean. Since you were the only one to clean the place. You hit the “Shuffle Play” button, you smiled to yourself as you heard the opening chords to Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” plays through the TV. You let the music take over and push the fight with Cody out of your mind. The only thing you focused on was cleaning the apartment and singing along to the songs you grew up listening to with your dad.

You weren’t sure how long you had cleaning, well it was more dancing than cleaning, but still. You had gotten lost in the music, you were right in the middle of your overly dramatic cover of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey when all of a sudden the music stopped. You walked out of the bedroom to see if your phone had maybe just disconnected when you saw Cody standing there with your phone in his hand.

“Oh hey sweetie, I didn’t hear you come in”

“Yeah, no shit you didn’t hear me come in. You were blasting your shitty taste in music” Cody said nonchalantly. You knew it wasn’t his favorite music, but this was the first time he used that phrase to describe his feelings about your taste in music.

“Very funny, Cody” you said, hoping that he was just messing around and that he didn’t really mean it.

“I’m serious. If you’re gonna listen to this crap in this apartment, at least use the airpods I got you. That’s why I got them. So that I don’t have to hear it” He shot back.

“I don’t want to argue about our tastes in music right now. How was your time with the guys?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah whatever, you know I’m right. Look I just came back to grab my charger. I won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.” Cody said as he walked back out the door without saying bye to you or anything.

“Then what did you turn my music off for” You mumbled to yourself.

Even though you didn’t have many friends, you still had one really good one, Tori. Tori was your random roommate who became your best friend from freshman year, the one year you lived on campus. Since Cody wasn’t going to be at the apartment for dinner, and since it was a Saturday night, you decided to see if she was up to have a girls' night.

“Hey girl!” You said into the phone when Tori picked you the phone.

“Girl what's up?”

“So Cody is out with his friends and I wanted to see you were up for a long-overdue girls night?” You had crossed your fingers as you asked, hoping she would say yes.

“Welll…. “ She dragged out, “Of course girl! Bitch this is way too overdue!” You're relieved that she wanted to have a girls night as well, you needed time with the only friend who didn’t abandon you when you moved in with Cody.

“Perfect! This is just what I need tonight!”

“Yes! Me too girl, me too!” Tori replied

“Same place same time?”

“You know it!” She yelled into the phone, which made you laugh. “Oh wait! Quick question. Are we dressing like it is a chill kind of girls night, or are we dressing like its single girls night and you need a rebound kind of girls night?”

You rolled your eyes at her “question”. You know what she was hinting at, she didn’t keep it a secret how she felt about Cody, but she supported you.

“I do not need a rebound, but how about we dress like a mix of the two?”

“Girl this is why we are friends, I like the 3rd option. Besides, maybe you will end up finding someone who will make you want to have a rebound”

“Tori, enough with trying to get me to break up with Cody, I love him.” You remind her. You know she means well, but she is entirely too blunt to have any form of subtly to her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. For now.”

“I know, just pick me up when you’re ready”

“Will do. Bye bitch!”

After you hang up the phone, you searched your closet for something to wear. After about 10 minutes of picking through your wardrobe, you decided on a simple white t-shirt that had a deep v cut, and a pair of ripped skinny jeans

You left your long wavy brown hair down, switching it up form the normal messy bun you wore your hair in. Since it was girl's night, you decided to take a little bit more time with your makeup than your normal routine. During the week your routine consisted of mascara and blush so that you didn’t look like death with how pale your skin is thanks to your European heritage. Tonight you added eyeliner highlighter, you couldn’t contour your face, but you did love a good highlighter and lipstick. Before Cody, you wore lipstick all the time, your go-to color was red, but Cody said he didn’t like you wearing lipstick, so you stopped.

You had forgotten how much confidence you got from something as simple as crimson red shade of lipstick, you enjoyed the boost it gave you. As you finished your makeup, your phone let you know that you had a text from Tori saying she was parking now, you sent her a text back letting her know that the door was unlocked and she could just walk in.

A few minutes later as you were giving your look for the evening one more look in the mirror, you hear the apartment door open and heels clicking on the tile floor.

“I’m here girl! Let's get drunk tonight!” Tori exclaimed as she walked through the apartment.

“If we both get drunk, how are we getting home?” You ask, not wanting to take the risk of walking anywhere after the sunset.

“You’re joking right, do you not uber anywhere?” Tori asked you looking completely dumbfounded by your question.

“No, actually I don’t. I either walk or Cody drives.” You respond.

“Lame! Girl it is the best thing ever... Like cheaper than a taxi too!” You just shook your head at your best friend. “Don’t give me that look, I am telling you it really is the best option, this way we both can drink!”

“Okay, I trust you, so let's get going thing, this night is long overdue!”

“That’s my girl!” Tori yelled. “Also girl, I am loving this look, and may I say that red lipstick should be your signature thing, because DAMN GIRL!” You felt the blood rushing to your face when Tori gave you a compliment in her own very Tori way.

“Oh, um thanks. But I wouldn't go as far as saying a signature color. Lots of people wear red lipstick very well” You reply as you try and draw the attention off of you.

“Cut the shit, not everyone can pull it off that well, and you know it. It’s your signature color, you look fucking amazing we are going to get drunk. End of Story.” Tori stated as she grabbed your hand and started walking out the door, not giving you a chance to change anything about your outfit.

The ride to the bar wasn’t long, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time for the two of you to catch up. You did manage to tell her about the cause of the argument with Cody over Professor Evans. Earning an “Ohh girl” from Tori when you described him to her. When the uber came to a stop, you took a deep breath before sliding out, it was honestly the first time you had gone out without Cody since the two of you had been together. With a quick yell from Tori, you thanked the driver and you headed over towards Tori and you linked your arm with hers as the two of you headed in.

“Let’s have some fun!” Tori says to you

“Lets”

“Girls night!” Tori yells as you walk through the door causing several people to stop and look at you and her. Your arm was still linked with Tori’s as your eyes scanned the faces staring back at you. Without notice, you stopped in your tracks when you recognized a face looking back at you, with a slight smirk worn across his face, Professor Evans.

“Girls night just got a whole lot more interesting” You mumbled to yourself as you made your way to Tori who was no at the bar.

“Okay girl, what do you want first? Jack & diet?”

“Shots first” You replied to her question.

“Ohh, girl! Yes, but why?” Tori questioned your response.

“6 people down.” You said quietly as Tori slowly turned to look. “That’s my 307 professor”

“Damn girl, you did not do him justice,” she said earning an eye roll from you.

“Shut up and drink, because this is gonna be a long night,” You said as you downed the shot in front of you.

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Tag List: @patzammit, @denisemarieangelina

#Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans imagine #chris evans x original female character

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 2

Hope you’ll like it!

Some bigs news in this part.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Thursday March 14

Let's recall who was Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey : he was a gifted hunter, loved by many, venerated by all. He was also very proud of his cooking skills. Besides, he was smart and good-looking. There's no need to hide it : I'm the best. So he could handle everything. Or at least he thought until today. Because not only he had a date with the baboon, which already flustered him more than necessary, but he had to protect the baboon at the same time. As soon as they had come back from France, Summer had informed him about the situation. A mysterious hunter had put a price on Liam's head : 5000$. Whoever slept with Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend and proved it to the hunter community would earn 5000$ ! Needless to say, Liam, who was already famous, became the target number one. The community went crazy. The junior went mad. He yelled at Summer more than he ever did. He called Nancy and ordered her to find the prick who started this mess. Nobody would touch his baboon.

"Hey Dami, are you alright ?"

The lad raised his head to meet Liam's eyes. I must've looked terrible if even him noticed something was going on. Fuck that. I'm the one supposed to be worried here.

"Everything's fine." he replied. "The street is too crowded that's all."

A fuckin' good way to get somewhere with less people... And less hunters who might see them.

"Okay." smiled the baboon. "Come with me."

For someone who spent most of his time the head in the clouds, he strangely knew his ways in the town. He led Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey to a little park. I will die before I admit this place is beautiful.

"Raphaël led me here when he came to visit." revealed the baboon. "I think it's quiet and heart-warming."

They found a spot to sat and the junior thoughtlessly took his place on his boyfriend's lap.

"The soccer guy." he recalled. "Are you close ?"

Since this Muller is a very gifted hunter himself... I hope he didn't hear about the reward.

"He's my oldest friend I guess." replied the baboon, far aw ay his thoughts. "I know him for a very long time and I know we're close but... He's a mutant so I never fully understood him you know ?"

A mutant sure. I'm getting used to the idiot's delirium now. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was about to say something when he heard a discreet but yet audible gurgling.

"You're a walking stomach, aren't you ?" he half-asked, half-teased.

"Not my fault if your bag smells so good !" complained the baboon. "I'm restraining myself for one hour now !"

The blond junior sighed. How come he found this each time cuter than the last ? Maybe I am cursed afterall ?

They ended their date around 10 pm. Apparently, the baboon needed to sleep early or he would be sluggish the next day. To my humble opinion, he's always sluggish... But Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still had business to do. The campus was a warzone. Those filthy hunters were up to no good. Well, he didn't fear the idiots who already tried their luck. But there were some old and smart assholes who might cause a fucking problem. Until I found out who is the damned idiotic cocky bastard who started this barbaric mess, I'll need to remind them who is the fucking boss. The junior arrived to the football premises. He entered in the lockers hastily, without taking notice of the guys and girls who where having fun around him. Some invited him but hell, he hadn't the time. Sadly. He entered in Archie's office only to find him and the midget talking. This later had swollen eyes. He looks like crap.

"Midget you go out." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "You can still come back to offload later."

Nate frowned but didn't protest. The quaterback told him to wait in the next room and to help himself if he wanted something. Then, he focused back on his guest.

"Yo Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey." he smiled. "Must be very important if you show up angry like this."

"I'm pretty sure you heard about Liam's head price. A foolhardy dopey son of a bitch dared to do that."

Archie nodded. A loud gurgle made clear he was starving, but the junior didn't care. Your damned stomach isn't the priority right now.

"I told my pack to not get involved." he assured. "Do you have any idea who may do something like this ?"

"A foolish cocksucker who has a death wish." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey replied. "I want you to keep me posted on everything you hear. I will find this motherfucker and I'll shove my dick so hard in his buttocks that he'll pray for forgiveness."

Of course, he wouldn't actually do that. A prick like that didn't deserve a taste of his wonderful cock.

"Okay." agreed Archie. "Anything else I can do for help ? You want me to ask some guys to protect Liam ?"

"There is no need for that, I'm dealing with the baboon's protection myself." explained Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "And I don't trust your men even if I trust you. Packs ain't so reliable when that much money is at stake. Anyway, open your eyes and ears and tell me when you find something. I want the asshole."

The blond lad was already angry. But when he arrived at his appartment this evening, things got worse. His grandfather was here to welcome him. He never comes until he has something important to tell. This time wasn't an exception.

"Your mother and sister are coming next week." he announced. "They're eager to see you."

"That's not reciprocal." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey retorted.

"Young man, I count on you to be nicer than you tend to be around campus." warned the old man.

Fuck this shit. Now was not the time for useless distraction. He had a bigger matter to resolve than chatting with his idiotic family.

"Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, don't give me that look. You'll behave to not embarrass me in front of your own mother. It would have been nice if you could introduce her to your girlfriend or boyfriend, but I heard you don't have an official one yet..."

What with the condescending tone ? You really are an old geezer sometimes. And I have a boyfriend so there ! The junior didn't answer. He grunted his consent and went inside. Now he was more than angry. Since he had met the baboon, everything was turning crazy. First, he, the best hunter in the world, had fell in love. Talk about nonsense ! And now, his boyfriend was the target of the community. He hadn't the time to see his mother or his sister ! Fuck it. Fuck them all. He was so pissed, he couldn't call Zack right now. First, he needed to calm down. And he knew only one way to do that. Sex. A lot a sex.

Liam Saturday March 16

The loud laughters caught his attention. He had been thinking about living pancakes for a moment now so he didn't know what was happening. He quickly noticed it was Rebecca's doing. She and her friends were grouped around Nick, who seemed unhappy about the situation. They're still making fun of him ? The forces of evil were heartless. Liam got up to help him but Theo arrived. The captain quickly stopped the teasing and everyone went in the pool. They were doing a special training today and even if he didn't participate in tournament, the young lad took the occasion to swim. He was about to dive in the ocean (yes the pool but he liked to think it was the ocean) when someone grabbed his wrist.

"Wait please." begged a soft and whining voice.

Liam turned and ended face to face with a girl he didn't know. She hadn't released his wrist yet. However, when he looked at her, he instantly understood who she was. Her curly brown hair, her charming blue eyes... These graceful curves and almost shining body... The witch. She's here.

"Hi." she smiled. "My name is Lucy Lopez and I..."

He didn't let her finish. He freed himself and cannonball dived in the ocean (the pool yes !). I need to go away as fast as possible. I can't believe she's here. The witch. He swam straight to the other edge, got out of the water and ran. The witch ! I saw her ! He was so afraid and so excited. (Afterall, it was his first time meeting such a young and yet powerful witch.)

He arrived at his flat out of breath. He had never ran so fast in his life. But well, at least he had escaped from the witch. He entered inside and went for a little snack. Nate was in the living room, eyes focused on his cell phone. Liam sat next to him, mouth full of pancake. (He had dreamed of these delicious pancakes since Dami had offered them.) (And as he expected, they were god-sent !).

"I met the witch." he announced.

His bestfriend raised an eyebrow. He looked preoccupied.

"Now isn't a good time to talk about shit." he mumbled.

The chestnut lad wasn't a very bright person but he could tell Nate was feeling worse than usual. Maybe the witch was only a distraction ?

"Is there something I can do for you ?" he asked.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what happened that night and why it was haunting his bestfriend. Of course, he was well aware Nate had nightmares often. He perfectly knew there was something bad his friend kept for himself. But he didn't had any idea how to help.

"I wish I wouldn't be able to think anymore." complained the short lad. "I'm stuck in here, facing my demons alone and it's so frightening. But I don't want to go outside either. I feel like I haven't the right to go outside... And I know I can't bother Archie all the time."

Liam nodded silently. What can I do for him ? (The question was more for the unicorn than himself but they remained quiet. Those ungrateful horses !).

"Let's play videogames together." suggested eventually the chestnut boy. "It will distract you from bad thoughts."

This evening, Nate went to bed early. Dami arrived around half an hour later with diner. He had brought enough to feed the whole building but well... Liam didn't want to share with said building ! Nick looked at the feast and sighed.

"How the hell am I supposed to watch my figure when you're bringing that much delicious food here ?" he asked.

"Shut up." grumbled Dami. "I'm gaining weight too and I'm not complaining."

Liam's roommate didn't reply. He took a bit of everything and left the room to go play. The chesnut lad didn't think about it anyway : he was already eating. He gobbled two dish in a mere five minutes. Then, he went for a third helping.

"You sure look happy when you're stuffing your face." commented his boyfriend.

Himself was eating at a slower pace. He moved his plate next to Liam, and sat close to him. Almost without thinking, he put his head on Liam's shoulder.

"You're gonna be sick." he whispered. "At least go for it slower."

"You won't believe me, but I was kind of a slow eater back in highschool." laughed the freshman. "I think I just missed food so much during the past ten months... I'm making up for the time."

"It doesn't mean you have to choke yourself." sighed Dami.

They continued to discuss lightly while eating. Since he took the time to talk with his boyfriend, Liam slowed his pace but it didn't prevent him to devour as much food as he could. And when he went to bed this evening, he was full and very contented with himself.

Nicolas Sunday March 17

< TheSavior : Dont feel very good. Won't play be4 one hour at least >

< Abeautifulwomen : okay. I ve work to do >

< Imagenius : Guys big news !! The hunt at my college I got sme more news ! I think i can manage to participate ! >

< TheSavior : dont wanna know and dont care. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I'm listening >

< Imagenius : So i dont hav any specifics but one of my roommate told me i can be a hunter and try my luck if i want. It's about catch a dude and hav sex with him >

< Abeautifulwoman : So you really re gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker. Anw maybe there is a reward or smthg ? I am interested >

< Abeautifulwomen : On a unrelated topic what do you think abut a couple who hid to evryone they're a couple becuz one of them is scared for his reputation but revealing the truth could save their couple ? Askin for a friend lol >

< Imagenius : Why are you ignoring me ? :( And above all it remind me i'm single >

< Abeautifulwomen : Your fantasy hunt is booooring ! You re single becuz you suck sry to be honest. It's just i think my friend smhow ended in a relationship with someone but doesnt want to admit it cuz he isnt the kind of guy who hasn't special relationship in the first place. >

< Imagenius : i think your friend is as fake as your pseudo-feminity dude >

< Abeautifulwomen : fuck u gay man ! >

< TheSavior : You are so annoying both of you smtmes >

* TheSavior is offline * * the chat is now closed *

A knock at the door resonated in the flat. Nick removed his headset and sighed. He wasn't in the mood for social activities. But whoever waited behind that damn door was being very impatient. The young lad heavily stood up and went to the entrance. He opened with reluctance and glared at the stranger who was bothering him on a sunday afternoon. It was a tall and elegant girl. She smiled cheerfully at him. I'll end up blind if she continues to smile like this.

"Hi." she said. "I'm looking for Liam Strucker ?"

Nick didn't answer straight away. He looked closer at her first. She was truly beautiful, with soft features. Her clothes showed nicely her curvy body. She is hot but also a little suspicious if you ask me. Now, Nicolas Lawson wasn't someone who meddle in his friends business but Liam didn't need any extra problems right now. The dude was a lunatic who believed in unicorns and aliens ! I don't even know how he managed to get a boyfriend.

"He's not here." he eventually replied. "He's at the gym."

It was a lie, since Liam was with Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey for the afternoon. But Nick had quickly understood this relationship was supposed to be kept secret. Not that he knew why but he liked Liam enough to respect that wish. The girl pouted in a cute way.

"Damn that's my bad luck. I really needed to talk to him."

I'm one hundred percent sure he doesn't know you. His roommate didn't know many people. And anyway, he probably didn't remember many either.

"I'm Lucy Lopez by the way." she chuckled. "Nice to meet you."

Nick rolled his eyes. He didn't actually hate girls. He was a proud bisexual who could appreciate a beauty when he saw one. But he was so fed-up with girls. Rebecca and Barbara made sure of it. He had been very interested in the first one. He had tried to be cool, to be fun and everything but it hadn't worked at all. As for the second... I'm ashamed to admit it but yeah, I thought she would be a nice girlfriend since she was second in the promotion and all... Thus, Nick had understood not a long time ago that he just had terrible taste in girls. And Liam and Nate ain't very helpful in that department... So he decided he didn't like this Lucy Lopez. To make his point, he closed slowly the door right in front of her. She looked surprised, but let him do. And in a instant, he was happy to be alone again.

< TheSavior : taking a break to grab smthg to eat >

< Abeautifulwomen : you said that one hour ago >

< Imagenius : I'll do the same. Playin' while eating is the best >

< Abeautifulwomen : can't deny that. Now I'm hungry too. >

< TheSavior : take your snack fast and we back to game. My roommate fell asleep in the living room lol >

< Imagenius : pic ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Gay ? >

< Imagenius : Fke girl ? >

< TheSavior : not the roommate you want to see guys. The other, and he woke up already. He's going to his room now. Evryone is rdy to play ? >

< Imagenius : Wait a sec, I spilt my beer. Fuck there are crips everywhr ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Im rdy. Ima i'm sure you're a fatty xoxo >

< TheSavior : i am a fatty and fuck you thank you very much >

< Imagenius : You would be surprised im actually very fit... or not... but fuck me pls ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : dem gays >

To be continued

Dami has so much work to do. While his boyfriend is completely in his delirium, he has to protect the boy from a whole community!

Nate is not doing fine either, so there’s that...

And yes! Nick was interested in Rebecca, and even Barbara. But he didn’t know how to approach them, so he tried here and there. Didn’t work well. Also, his online friends are crazy, don’t mind them.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #stuffing #weight gain is mentionned #Liam is hungry #And happy #But Nate isn't #Nick is not either #Damian is mad #It's a mood #Chapter 4 #Part 2

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tellmesomethinggg · 4 years

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linking this here bc it was technically a journal? i just don’t want it on my notes anymore and if i ever (likely not to) want to re-read for whatever reason. please note that i knew people would read this so things are censored and are the basic version. also there was a switch at one point from **** to chris because i didn’t want things to be read

(for later when i got time lmao)

Matt is a piece of shit that just wants to fuck -Chloe

well fuck

here goes nothing

the plan: don’t get drunk bc i got shit to do early next morning and ill tell him tomorrow when i do get drunk. spoiler alert that didn’t work

Gaby (coles gf) came too btw

so i had a smirnoff ice and said no more than two shots after so id be buzzed but not fully drunk (i ended up having three and was very much drunk)

me jon and gaby we’re talking about guys and i mentioned something about liking a guy or some shit and gaby looks at matt and then me and confirms it with me. then she tells me that apparently when she met me and a few other friends at the beach last quarter, that she predicted the two of us would end up together and told cole this. im like wtf how and she claims she’s psychic lol

later, Matt and i are on the sack and he looks at me and goes do you like me and im thinking well fuck so i say yes and he’s like well shit sorry but (and then i forgot exactly what he said) something along the lines of it’s not mutual or it’s not the right timing (i forgot okay) and then he gets up after a bit to go to the bathroom (I’m pretty sure cole went out too) and then me gaby and Jon have a chisme session and they think that he does like me but whatever

so the guys come back and at this point i really need to pee again so matt offers to take me and we start talking and he’s all, oh im sorry if i led you on and shit and im like it’s alright ill get over it, it just might be a bit awkward for me for a bit. but then on our way back from the bathroom he asks me , do you wanna at least kiss your crush at least one time and im like uhh yeah so he kisses me and then we start talking but i forgot about what and im kinda dizzy so he says, oh let’s sit on the couches for a bit before we go back, so we do and somehow we kiss again and then start making out

and at this point im like bitch there’s no way you don’t like me like why would you do that if you didn’t

so we finally go back and it’s been some time so the rest of em are obviously curious

matt goes with cole to the bathroom again and the three of us have a chisme session otra vez and they’re like yeah he fucking likes you he’s prob just scared bc of his last relationship

cole comes back in and basically backs up their side based on his convo he just had with matt

and so it’s decided that we’ll both sleep on the sack, Jon sleeps on his bed and the other two together in coles bed

he comes back and we all “go to sleep” but I push for him to hold me like he usually does whenever we sleep together and around like 2,3 am we both start making out again and just like uhhhh

also we’re both very much drunk but of course i tend to remember things whenever ive gotten drunk, however, he did not and so now we gotta talk and figure shit out and go from there

also im not telling Emilou or Hanna yet until we figure things out so

yeah

fuck

alrighty, so after last night, ive decided to do absolutely nothing about it and decided to just let things play out the way things do. i don’t wanna say something and ruin our friendship that we have bc i trust him a lot and like hanging out with him, so, i guess the end of this note for now, unless the situation changes anytime soon

Can Tim see what I write on this? -Chloe

Yes -Janet

Hi Tim!

-Chloe

Tim pls respond.

-Chloe

Hi Chloe! Sorry I have been busy at home LOL

He responded I’m so happy!

-Chloe

FYI im just going to add things at the top of the note so that its easiwr to see stuff when i add it bc then otherwise youd have to scroll a ton

and I’m dating shit so i know when I wrote stuff and my memory and yeahhh

FEB 15 1 pm

chillin in alp so lets get this chisme

alrighty so last night i stayed the night in pratts but it wasnt just me so calmate, it was me and jon bc long story short i was too lazy/dizzy to get up and jons roommate had her bf over. basically we both shared the bed, not a lot of physical contact but whateva

brb

anyways, there was also one point where he was watching a movie from his childhood and idk what tf it was but he was shocked that i havent seen those movies, so apparently now im gonna watch them so i told him for payback we gotta watch disney movies lmao

oh also! i fucking got back to my room and took a shower to get ready for class, and when hanna gets back from class shes all like oh you slept in HiS rOoM huh and i was like uhhh yeah and told her the truth like i was too lazy and dizzy to get up and then she didnt really say anything but uhhhh yikes

and then i mentioned this to emilou later when we were walking to class and shes like yeah idk why she did that that was weird and i was thinking like thank God she doesnt think the same as hanna bc shes also slept in his room on the bean bag a few times

FEB 14 2pm

heyyy its valentines day and guess whos still single and workinggg

so uhhh last night, around 1, both me and pratt finished our shit (hw and studying) and im wide awake so im like hey, brooklyn 99? (because i got him into the show and i love rewatching the show bc its sooo good) and hes down so we start watching in his room. were both on his bed but were sitting (for the tie being) and eventually i decide to lay down and use one of his pillows but its the flat pillow so i attempt to steal his other one, which he protests and we lowkey wrestle over it and eventually i fail ugh and i fall over in frustration and land my head on his knee and then just quit and stay there, but get this, he just deals with it and lays on top of me, like his head is on my side. granted we both also have pillows so like his pillow is in between me and him and same for me but like ughhh

and eventually i fall asleep for like an episode (?) and wake up right before 3 am, and then decide hey sleep sounds important bc i have an 8 am and so does he, so i sit up but im too lazy to get up right away so i sit and go through twitter and shit so chris just lays down with his head on my leg and i set my arm down on his chest and he falls asleep for a few minutes and then i finish going through my social media and every part of me doesnt wanna move, but im also in a position that would be uncomfortable to fall asleep in so i wake him up and then go back to my room

oh and the other thing i forgot was that for a good couple hours we were texting and joking around and yeahhh

i feel like im reading a lot into what happens but at the same time, like i doubt id be this comfortable doing shit with guys like this and idk about him, but like sometimes i wonder you know?

also, saturday night, as far as i know, its just me and him going to the basketball game bc idk who else is going (eye emoji insert here bc im on my computer lmao) so we'll see what happens

FEB 10 11am

okay soooo last night,

the plan was to get buzzed, just me and matt and watch Brooklyn 9-9 but then Anthony and emilou joined us so never mind. after a bit, Anthony leaves so he can answer a phone call and pratt offers me shot #1 and not emilou (she’s laying on the bean bag, I’m on his roommates bed chillin behind her so she can’t see what’s up)

we take two and im slightly buzzed but i think “hey lets see how much we can take before she notices” and he’s down so uhhh let’s get this

later we have to include Anthony and he’s down to see how much we can take and he just lets us continue, i get to 4 shots and he finishes the bottle so i can’t have a 5th

brb im gonna go eat with him

okay im back now...

anyways were both pretty out of it, emilou still hasnt noticed and anthony finds this all funny i assume and so do i , and eventually she finds out and then the two of them leave i guess around 2 am and the two of us are both on the bean bag and were both tired and drunk and drunk me like petting his hair and apparently holding his hand and well yeah i kinda hate drunk me bc if that wasnt obvious enough lmao :/

continuin, we basically end up cuddled together most of the night until we both kind of sober up hella early in the morning and kind of separate a bit

and so in the morning guess who brought it uppp and i at least have an excuse that i was drunk and not thinking and just kinda doing whatever drunk me wanted to do (but omggg his hair is so fucking nice to play with omg) anyways imma just die real quick bc idk what happens now

also since no one else was in the room literally no one else knows about this and i think were keeping it that way bc lets be honest if anyone found out about that i think id be screwed for secret keeping and then well yeah

FEB 8 1AM

i remembered:

sunday 2-3

i forgot this happened but before I ended up in chris’s room i was chillin upstairs watching tv and then he came out on the phone with some one and long story short he said something on the phone to his friend along the lines of “you’re gonna have me in your life for a long time” and when he was saying that i was looking at him bc soy chismosa and i was curious and he winked at me and I died

Monday 2-4

so the other thing that happened was I had lunch/dinner with him before my writing class and no recuerdo que decimos, but uhhhh yeah

i like hanging out with him

also, just got back from his room and am more convinced that he may not like me but actually just sees me as a friend but at the same time maybe he does but IDK

i hate feelings and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t have them sometimes lmaooo

FEB 7 5-7 PM

so im currently in the room rn so im gonna try to make this as chronological as possible

saturday 2-2

alrighty so mind you this is the day ive volunteered with ship and have spent the whole day there, (i dont remember why i thought this was relevant :/)

so saturday night, i go to work in his room around 8 (?) so i can work on my essay and finish my shit bc he has a bean bag thats hella comfy to work on

andd so later on, jocelyn comes in to watch anime with him and then after i finish we all decide to watch gabriel iglesias and ended up squishing together on the bean bag with me in the middle of the two of them

and so were all chillin there, laughing whatever and at one point chris fucking pratt puts his head on my shoulder for a little bit and i dIeDddd

and eventually i fall asleep when we start watching emperors new groove and mind you im fucking next to chris pratt like uhhhh my GOD

so i wake up once the movies over and then go to the bathroom and come back and by then he has taken over the whole bean bag and im sad that i cant just get back and go back to sleep so i go back to my room

(hanna doesnt know what time i get back i think and im pretty sure it was around4 am) (emilous also not here bc she went home for the weekend)

sunday 2-3

so i decide hey i was productive yesterday and decide to return to his room to work on shit and try to get as much done before work in theevening

i finish around 1/2? and then i tell him im bored and i wanna do something before work but idk what so he says lets go to the rec room and its just the two of us and its chillin and he puts me on his story playing pool lmao

and then i go to work :(

but then THEN later after work i go for a run and end up back in his room and theres a couple other people there and so were all chilling (mind you this is around midnight)

and somehow i end up falling asleep on the bean bag next to this girl jon from my hall and (this is a secret in a secret) but i hear her get up at one point and then chris pratt then joins me and during the night im tossing and turning and leaning on him a bit (ughhhh i died a shit ton)

monday 2-4

so in the morning around 720 or so i wake up pay dumb and am like oh whend you get here and he explains and then hes like yeah i dont really know the girl who slept in my bed (one of jons friends) and i figured since im more comfortable with you id just move here (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me upppp) [please note that when i say fuck me up i dont mean that type of fuck]

alrighty thats what i remember that i havent told you, and then the other bit from the screen record was tuesday and now its thursday and here i am in guess whos room again

possibly staying the night lmao

but jons also here so its not like im staying the night staying the night

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Little Miss CEO - (Billy Russo x Reader) - Part 6

Part 6 of Little Miss CEO - Hope you all enjoy x

Fandom: Marvels The PunisherBill

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1500ish (Sorry it's short compared to other parts)

Warnings: Ever so slightly underlinings of sex, but honestly nothing at allll maybe a few swears.

Summary: Billy and Y/N get set up by their friends, but they clash heads more than they get on. He thinks she’s a gold digger bitch and she thinks he’s Mr Obnoxious, are either of them, everyone else thinks that they’re too stubborn for their own good and probably get on.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, any feedback is welcome x Sorry for taking like a month, it’s been written and honestly should’ve posted this long ago, but yeah, I got catching up to doooo

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Little Miss CEO - Part 5

Part 6

It didn’t take long for Frank to move in with Karen and I. It was weird, don’t get me wrong, but I’m happy for them. Happy that they’re both happy.

Billy and I spent more and more time with one another, I know I like him. A lot more than I realised, the way we interacted, I mean most days after work we met in a bar. He was sat there in his suit, and if I had a day of meetings, and getting to know new clients I was also in more professional attire. Otherwise, I just got changed in my office.

I enjoyed his company, heck there were even times when we went back to his but never went back to mine, Frank and Karen were literally like our parents. But one thing that we hadn’t spoken about was about what we are.

We were at his place, both laying in his bed, I mean his apartment was just something else, all in a good way of course. I had my head on his chest, and his arm around me, “Billy” I started,

“Y/N” He replied back in a similar tone, aside frmo his had slight amusement to it,

I let out a small laugh but sat up to look at him, “What are we?”

He looked at me, his eyebrows knitted together, “Well... I don’t know. What do you want to be?” he asked me.

I scoffed and sat up to look at him, “Well we sleep together, spend any free time together, I mean I know that I like you, it depends on how you feel I guess”

He looked like he was deep in thought before he answered, “I’ve never been in a relationship.” He told me. “Not with real feelings. The only relationship I’ve ever had is Frank and Curtis as my brothers. I’ve used girls, slept around with them, but a relationship... is something new to me” He said I listened and nodded to what he was saying before he looked at me, “I feel like this is different. You’ve understood me as a person. Treated me as a person, never have you looked at different because of my past, instead, you’ve provided comfort in a way I haven’t realised I’ve needed. So to put it in simpler terms, I do like you Y/N. A lot. These last few weeks, aside from our first meeting, you’ve made an impact on my life for the better. And I misjudged you far too quickly not realising we would be where we are now”

I smiled at that, “You know, considering you’ve never done this before, you are good at it, I’ve got to say. I mean there are the flowers, let’s not forget the random lunches. But I hate to say, I feel like we’re too old to be using terms such as girlfriend and boyfriend if that’s where we’re headed?”

Billy laughed at this one, “Wow I mean I’m sure the term would then be partners? Or I don’t actually know. Also, are you forgetting about the times when you bring me lunch in my office?” He asked,

“Yeah, but let’s be real that’s when I’m in the neighbourhood, or close by, or when I don’t have any clients booked in, or when I’m bored”

“Mhmm, and what do you have booked in tomorrow?” He asked,

“Just a few meetings.” I told him, “They all finish at 12, and then I’ll have the whole weekend. Aside from my sister's party, so only Sunday. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Well, I’ll be meeting you for lunch at 1pm should we say? Gives you time after your final booking?”

I let out a small laugh, “1pm sounds good. Also, you’re going to hate me, but on Saturday, are you still alright with coming with me to my sister's party? I don’t mind if you don’t want to”

He let out a laugh and I felt his chest vibrate, “Of course, I’ve booked out my whole weekend for it”

“Really? But good, because we need to get there early”

“We do? Why?” He asked,

“Well... my sister wants me to get there early to help her with a few small things. Not much really. About half an hour before everyone else gets there, at least this way you get to meet her properly”

He nodded, “As long as she doesn’t mind that I’m with you of course I won’t mind”

“She’s got the purest heart. She’s the youngest out of us, and she’s achieved so much in her life, and she’s the smartest by far”

“Senior surgeon you said right?”

I nodded, “Yeah, she’s married with two kids and got a perfect job she enjoys”

“Didn’t realise she had kids. How old are they?”

“4 and 8. I told him, they’re excited because they’ve finished setting up their rooms and things like that. Got told they’re giving me a tour when I next see them

“How old was she when she had her first?” He asked, “Especially because you said she’s a senior surgeon, must’ve been hard work, wow”

“She didn’t. They’re adopted” I told him, “They’re brother and sister, they’re her husband’s nieces and nephews though. Their biological mom is a substance abuser. Their dad died in service, so their dad's brother, my sister’s husband fought to adopt them”

“Wow” He breathed out, “That’s amazing. Makes me happy knowing that kids like that have people there for them. Where about are they from?”

“They’re from Harlem. And yeah, she didn’t hesitate to take them in. Their mom didn’t care either, and they’re best friends with Kai’s kids. They all run a riot together”

“You know, I hate to admit this, but I’m nervous. Probably more so about meeting your brothers”

“Nothing to worry about,” I told him, “Kai, he can get on with anyone. He’s easier to get along with than Tommy is. Tommy has always been looking out for me more than he realised. I mean he was 15 when he put that other guy who fucked me over out. Not a lot of 15-year-olds would go up against an 18-year-old” I said.

“This makes me more nervous, so he was 15 and managed to fight kids who were a few years older than him. Then he was in the Navy, and now the CIA. He’s gotta know about my past. I think I’m happy that Kai was a marine though, that’s something in common, a big something”

I laughed, “Stop stressing. Come on Russo, thought you were supposed to be a big strong guy”

“Thanks for the support” He snorted,

I just lent up to kiss him which he gladly accepted.

I picked Billy up the following day at 12pm, the drive to my sisters was nearly an hour as she lived on the outskirts of the city. She wanted everyone to be there for 2pm, and I would be getting there for about 1ish, depending on traffic.

Billy came out wearing Dark Blue Jeans, a dark grey polo along with a leather jacket. And damn did he look fine. He was dressed down from his usual suits, and although he’s always looking amazing, he looked just as good in this.

“Hey babe,” he said getting into the car and kissing me, “You alright?” He asked,

I could tell that he looked a little nervous, “I’m good. Perfect actually. How about you?”

He grimaced and looked at me, “I don’t know. Didn’t think I would be this nervous you know. Also I mean you already know I’m strappin’ wherever I go. Do I gotta lose this or something?” He asked moving his jacket back,

I snorted, “You literally have it whenever you come to mine, whenever you go to the bar, and wherever you go. You really think me saying no to you taking it to my sister’s house will make a difference?”

“I don’t know if it would make them hate me even more, and there’ll be kids around. Does anyone know that I’ll be joining you? And am I party crashing, fucking hell, when did I turn like this?”

I just smiled at him, “Billy, you’ll be fine. I promise. We won’t even need to stay that long, I said that I’ll be leaving early anyway”

“And she doesn’t mind that I’m joining you?”

“Well... she doesn’t really know,” I said to him,

His jaw dropped, “Fuck off. I thought she knew that I would be joining you. I’m not going to just turn up on your arm out of nowhere!”

“She said that I could bring a plus one, sometimes I take Karen, other times I stay at hers the night before and just host rather than join, and she knows about you. Kind of.”

“Okay,” He said nodding, “Ok cool. How does she know about me?” He smirked,

“Well... first she asked if I was dating? I briefly mentioned you. And then you know how I sometimes take a picture of the food I’m eating and post it on snapchat or something, well she saw your hand and watch in the background. And she sent me at least 100 messages that day while we were eating” He started laughing at this,

“Ok then. She definitely knows. I just hope they don’t hate me. The news didn’t really portray me in the best way”

I just smiled at him, “You’ve really got nothing to worry about” I reassured him.

He took a deep breath but nodded both of us changing the subject.

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Stars and Supernovae | August

Summary: As soon as you meet Tyler Seguin, you know you’re destined to be best friends. Sometimes you wonder if you’re destined to be more, but life keeps getting in the way. Perhaps it’s just not written in the stars? Note: This is Part 4. Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You groaned as what felt like the hundredth guy looked down your shirt as you handed him his beer. You knew why your boss had decided to make your work outfit so low cut - more tips - but God, did you hate this stupid job. But you needed it; somehow a miracle had happened and you had managed to find a new roommate, so you could keep your apartment, but it was still tight with money, and without this job you wouldn’t be able to keep your head above water.

Well, truth be told, Tyler had managed to find you a new roommate. You weren’t sure how, but he’d called you the day after the infamous dinner party, and told you that his sister Candace had a friend that was looking to move to Dallas.

Sabrina was nice enough, although she didn’t really get your sarcastic humor and she preferred heels over sneakers, which was always one of the things that made you a bit distrusting of people, but she paid the rent on time and never left the kitchen a mess, so in more ways than one was she a better roommate than Katie ever had been.

In a way, it had been good for your friendship, that Katie lived with Jamie now. Not having her around all the time meant you were no longer so annoyed with the little things she did - like leave her shoes in the middle of the hallway - and you both made sure to get together every other week or so at the very least, to catch up on everything going on. Sometimes, you met up in a bar or coffee shop, but you also liked going over to their house because it meant Jamie would be there, and you’d really taken a liking to the Dallas Stars captain.

Maybe because he was the closest you could get to Tyler, right now. Although you would rather die than tell Tyler that.

Once, Jamie had asked you about Tyler.

“So, are you two like, dating?” You’d been in the kitchen together, him cooking and you getting yourself a glass of wine, and you’d nearly dropped the bottle at his words.

“No,” you sputtered, “Why would you possibly ask me that?”

Jamie shrugged. “I’ve known Segs for a while, and I’ve never known him so… domestic. He barely goes out, doesn’t really take girls home anymore, and even now that he’s at the cabin he calls you nearly every day. I’m lucky if I get one text a week and it usually just says still alive, don’t worry or asks me to water his plants.”

“I’ve been watering his plants,” you blurt out, and the corners of Jamie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he raised an eyebrow. “We’re just friends, Jamie. Promise. Nothing is going on between us.”

“But you’d like it to.” It’s not a question, more a statement, and you felt your cheeks flare up red. Jamie just laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. But just so you know, I know Segs, maybe better than he knows himself. And he might not want to admit it to himself, but he knows you’re his person.” Jamie had left the kitchen with those words and they’d played over and over in your mind for the weeks following.

“Yo, what does a man have to do to get another beer in this place?” someone yelled, and you groaned before plastering on a fake smile and turning to the culprit.

“What can I get you?”

“A beer, did I stutter the first time, bitch?” You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from saying something snarky back, when suddenly the guy disappeared from the bar. You watched as the guy stumbled back in slow motion and a pair of hands grabbed his shirt and pushed him into a table.

“Learn some manners, bud,” a tight voice said. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. A voice that was supposed to be in Canada right now.

Tyler was always big and intimidating, with his tattoo sleeves and big muscles, but you’ve never seen him like this; his jaw set and his eyes cold, a snarl on his face. It’s the look that Jamie had whenever he’s about to get into a fight on the ice, a look that Tyler never gets, because he’s not a fighter.

“Tyler?” you brought out, stammering, and at your voice Tyler turned around. His face softened as he caught your eyes, and he made his way over to the counter so quickly you could barely see him move.

“Meet me outside?” he asked, softly. “Please?”

You didn’t know whether you were supposed to be mad at him; he was technically defending your honor, but this was also your job, and you really couldn’t afford to get fired. Your lack of answer seemed to worry Tyler. “Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper, but please come outside? I brought Gerry to meet you and I can’t leave him alone in the car any longer. Please.”

His repeated begging was enough to get you to leave your post behind the bar, but the mention of the puppy pulled it over the top, and you quickly nodded with smile. You asked your co-worker to cover for you and made your way out of the bar, where your eyes found Tyler immediately. He stood in front of his black pick up truck, a small blonde Labrador at his feet.

“Gerry!” you cooed, and the puppy looked up at you, his tiny tail wagging. You practically ran at the dog and scooped him up in your arms, pressing your lips to his head. “Tyler he’s so cute,” you marveled. Your best friend just chuckled.

“I haven’t seen you in four months, and I don’t even get a hug, huh?” You knew he was teasing you, and maybe it was because you’d missed his teasing so much, that your heart leaped and you quickly put Gerry on the ground, only to throw yourself forward and into Tyler’s arms. He caught you easily, his arms wrapping around your waist as he giggled into your ear.

“Hi,” he whispered into your hair, and you pressed your face into his neck. He smells so familiar, feels so familiar, and suddenly you were swallowing back tears.

“Hi,” you smiled.” I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

You felt something scratch your feet and released Tyler, only to kneel and pick Gerry back up.

“I can’t believe you come back to Dallas after four months and the first thing you do is punch one of my customers.” You wiped at the tears in your eyes and then smiled up at him. Tyler at least had the decency to look ashamed, as his hand rubbed his neck slowly.

“Right, sorry about that,” he said. “I took offense to his tone.”

You laughed humorlessly. “That’s nothing, Ty. He was nice, in comparison to most. It’s just something I have to deal with. You can’t punch them all, cause then I won’t get paid.”

“You shouldn’t even have to have this job,” he mumbled. “If I could…” He stopped himself then, staring at the ground in front of his feet instead. But you knew what he was saying. If he could, he would take care of you. If you would let him. Which you weren’t going to do.

“I know,” you told him softly, and then you reached out and cuddled into his chest again, holding Gerry between your bodies. “But I have rent to pay.”

“Can’t you find another job?” Tyler asked, his hand stroking your back. “Can’t I just hire you as my professional dog walker?”

You laughed, lightly kicking his shin with your foot. “Absolutely not. You’re my best friend, not my boss.”

“You’re my best friend, too.” Tyler’s voice was soft and you cursed your heart for fluttering the way it did. “That’s why I worry, with you at this job. These guys wouldn’t know respect if it hit them in the face. What if one day, one of them goes too far?” He swallowed thickly and you couldn’t help yourself; you reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before stepping back.

“I’ll keep an eye out for other jobs,” you promised him, and the content look on his face made it worth it that you were most definitely going to get yelled at by your boss for being gone so long.

Tyler spent the next few days helping you find another job, at least when he wasn’t training, and you spent them cuddled up on his sofa with his dogs as you scrolled through the internet looking for jobs. Finally, you found an advert for a barista position, at a 24/7 coffee shop on campus, and you sent in your application. Two days later, you were hired.

“It’s still at night, but at least my customers won’t be drunk,” you joked. You were sitting on your own couch, for a change, because Tyler’s sisters are in town and staying at his house. Sabrina was on the other side of the couch, watching Sex and the City. It had never been your favorite show, but you let her pick, because you weren’t really planning on watching it anyway. You had an essay to write. Your phone pinged, and you smiled when you saw it was Tyler.

Please come over. My sisters are driving me insane.

You quickly typed out a reply, explaining that you had an essay and simply didn’t have the time.

I don’t accept that. It’s Saturday, you have all day tomorrow. Pretty please? :(

Even over text, you didn’t know how to say no, so you told him you’d be there within ten minutes. You were a bit nervous to meet his sisters, but understood that you had no right to feel that way, because you were just a friend. When you explained to Sabrina where you were going, she clasped her hands together in excitement.

“Oh, I’ll come with you! I haven’t seen Candace in so long!” You couldn’t come up with a good reason why she shouldn’t come, so you nodded, even though you weren’t that excited about the prospect.

You opened Tyler’s door with your key and ignored Sabrina’s raised eyebrow, probably wondering why you even had a key in the first place; instead you focused on the three dogs crowding around your feet.

“Hi, puppies,” you cooed, lifting Gerry into your arms and using your free hand to pet Cash and Marshall.

“You must be Y/N!” A blonde girl appeared in the hallway, and smiled at you. The smile broadened when she spotted Sabrina. “Sab!” She ran over and hugged your roommate. A second blonde girl appeared, but she just stood there, seemingly unsure what to do. Then, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, and you were relieved to hear Tyler’s voice.

“Hey Shiny,” he hummed. You put Gerry down and smiled. “These are my sisters, Candace and Cassidy. They’re driving me nuts with their yapper about my lack of decorating skills.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed.

“It is a bit bare, in here.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t gang up on me, you’re my best friend!” Only then did he seem to spot the girl currently wrapped in his sister’s arms. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” said Sabrina, and you’d never heard her voice that honey-sweet. “I’m Sabrina. You must be Tyler.” She shook his hand, and the other sister, who you guessed was Cassidy, since Sabrina was Candace’s friend, frowned.

“Hello to you too,” she deadpanned, clearly annoyed that Sabrina was still making eyes at her brother, completely ignoring her presence. A snort escaped your lips and Cassidy sent you a look, her lips slowly curling into a smile. “Well, you must be Y/N. I’m Cassidy, that’s Candace. Come to the living room with me, we’re planning to get Ty some new decor and I’m sure you’d like a say, since you’re here so often.” There was no malice behind her words, but you didn’t miss the narrowing of Sabrina’s eyes.

“Oh, yes, you can show me around, Tyler,” she purred, and you rolled your eyes as you followed Cassidy to the living room.

“I was thinking of putting the couch a bit more like this…” Cassidy motioned, “and putting a painting there…” pointing, “and then also some ornaments like, vases and pillows and just little knick knacks. There’s nothing in here that shows any personality.”

“He has his hockey pucks,” you pointed out. In the bookcase lay an array of hockey pucks. One day, when you’d come to pick up the dogs and Tyler hadn’t been home, you’d gone through all of them to read what they were for. First NHL assist, first NHL goal, hat tricks, 100th game, 200th game.

“Not enough,” Cassidy said, and you had to agree with her. You spent the rest of the evening planning Tyler’s new interior, Candace joining you after a while, and Tyler begrudgingly letting you. You figured maybe he would’ve fought it more if he hadn’t been so busy entertaining you roommate, who you were starting to like a lot less; not that that was fair, because Tyler was single and hot as hell and could you really blame her for trying?

No, it annoyed you more that he seemed to be very interested. Again, that wasn’t fair either, because she was very pretty, and exactly the kind of girl he probably should end up with.

But it was the first time you spent a night at your best friend’s house without him making even one smart ass, snarky remark towards you, and that’s how you knew things were about to change.

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ragingsquishy · 5 years

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A Bridge to You (pt. 1)

Pairing: Reader x Changkyun (Monsta X)

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre/Warnings: angst, future smut (I’ve already planned it to be in pt. 3), some fluff maybe??

Description: You, a resident of East Park, never ventured into your town’s sketchy counterpart, Maple Lake. But one day you meet a handsome, helpful yet sharp-mouthed man from Maple Lake and are drawn to him. Can you ever connect with him and get through his rough layers?

The lounge-bar must not have been a very popular place; there were hardly any people here at 1am on a Saturday night. You sat there alone at the bar as you lazily twirled your vodka-cranberry drink around, a sigh escaping your nose quietly. Doing nothing at a dank, swanky bar with an alcoholic drink as your companion on a Saturday night. This wasn’t really how you wanted to spend your weekend.

“(Y/N)!” You turned yourself around in the wooden stool to see your two friends in a booth behind you, their drunk boyfriends clinging on to them. “Come take some shots with us! Why are you sitting over there?”

You shook your head with an amused smile at her words starting to slur. Judging by the amount of empty shots on the table, they were probably on their fourth or fifth rounds of shots. While you appreciated them taking you out as a post-breakup outing to help cheer you up, it was doing the opposite of helping. You just felt more lonely seeing them in their happy relationships while the heaviness of your recent breakup weighed down on you heavily.

“Thanks you guys but I think I’m all set.” You grabbed your glass and tipped your head back, downing the last of your drink before standing up and straightening out your black dress. “I’m going to go out for some fresh air.”

“Okay, but be careful, (Y/N),” your other friend said worriedly, her smile quickly being wiped from her drunken face. She was justified in feeling worried for you. The lounge-bar the group chose was on the other side of town – Maple Lake: an area that was well-known for being a sketchy and dangerous area. But it was also known for being the place to be on weekends with “bumping clubs and bars.” Obviously you had yet to see this side of town live up to its infamy though. As you had just started working at a new job in East Park, you didn’t have the time to go on adventures exploring notorious places.

“I promise I’ll be okay. I’ll just be right outside the door!” You chirped with a bright smile, trying to ease your friend’s worry. Without waiting for a response, you walked toward the entrance quickly and slipped out the door.

It was brisk outside for a fall night and the chill felt nice in contrast to the warm drink that was settled in your stomach. Letting out a huff, you felt the tension ease from your shoulders and you looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful navy hue and littered with stars, the moon nowhere to be seen.

The last time you star-gazed was with your ex, Minhyuk. On your birthday last year, you spent the summer night with him at a park. He had prepared a picnic dinner for you and wrapped up the beautiful late evening by cuddling together in a shawl. Clinking glasses of wine together, you guys shared laughs and had a memorable time as you both had watched the stars and moon. Your eyes got teary as you remembered that time, feeling heartbroken and angry all over again from reliving the memories. Stupid idiot had to cheat on me.

Blinking twice, you looked around. Where were you? Without realizing it, you had absentmindedly strayed away from your friends while reminiscing. Oh, shit. Panic slowly started to build up in you. The middle of a Saturday night on this side of the town was the last place you wanted to be. Forcing yourself to take a few deep breaths, you talked to yourself to calm down.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). There’s no need to panic. You shouldn’t be that far away from the bar. You can easily find your way back. And even so, this area probably isn’t as bad as everyone says.” You whispered to yourself for encouragement as you wildly looked around, utterly lost.

Cursing to yourself, you just decided to call your friends. It’s worth getting a scolding from them rather than making the situation worse for myself. You were about to hit the call button, but a voice interrupted you.

“Hey there, sugar. Lost?” You snapped your head up to see a tall man walking over to you in long strides. The streetlight above you was flickering and you couldn’t see him that well in the dark, causing the ominous setting to freak you out even more heart started to race.

“Um,” You weren’t sure how to respond. Feign assurance? Admit you were lost? Before you could respond or make a decision, the man grabbed your waist and pulled you in right up against his body.

“Hey!” You shouted in shock, the sudden jerk causing you to drop your phone. The man had a firm grip on your back and held you tight against him, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol emanating from his body. “Let me go!” You beat on his chest in an attempt to free yourself but he only chuckled in response, his foul breath washing over you and making you gag.

“Why? Where you gotta go, sweetheart? Let’s have some fun,” the man said in a gruff voice as he felt you up and grabbed the shoulder straps of your dress. You felt tears well up from fear and your blood drained at the realization of what was happening. Your actions were useless, but panic made you writhe and struggle more. In a last desperate attempt, you raised your foot and slammed your high-heel down blindly.

X marks the spot. The man yelped from pain and surprise and his grip on you loosened. Not wasting any time, you pushed back against the man as hard as you can and ran away, but your dress tore at the shoulder in the heat of the moment from the man still holding onto it.

“Fucking hell!” the man cursed as he stumbled backward into the building wall. You didn’t look back as you sprinted down the street, tears flowing down your face and fear still driving you to run without stopping. How much time passed with you running wasn’t clear to your muddled mind, but you suddenly came to a halt when you crashed into someone and fell back on your ass.

“Watch where you’re going,” a voice said sternly. Terrified of who was standing in front of you this time, you slowly peeked upward to see another man standing there. Under the lights of the store next to you, you could see him clearly. He had on a black hoodie with a black snapback underneath the hood which pushed his dark bangs down to cover his eyebrows. But even with his eyebrows covered, you could see his brows were furrowed together in annoyance, but they soon relaxed with realization when he saw your messy self: torn dress, makeup smudged and tears streaming down your face uncontrollably.

“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to stutter as you brought up a hand instinctively to your torn strap. Is he also going to attack me? What’s going to happen?

“Wonder where that stupid bitch went.” Your ears picked up the sinister voice from earlier and you thought your heart stopped. The man in front of you, seeing you freeze suddenly, glanced up toward where the voice was coming from and then swiftly bent down and grabbed your arm, picking you up harshly from the sidewalk.

You couldn’t let out a sound as you followed the man’s actions like a robot. He pulled you by the arm roughly into the store next to you and gently pushed you in with him following you. Looking around, you noticed it was a convenience store and all the way to your right was a clerk behind the counter who was staring at you with wide eyes. You could only imagine how you looked right now.

“May I help you?” the older clerk said hesitatingly, glancing between me and the stranger. The man behind you nudged you toward the clerk and you obliged, stumbling in your high heels as you approached the counter.

“I just bumped into her outside right now. Looks like some guy was harassing her,” the man you were with spoke up, leaning against the counter next to you while twisting his head around to look out the window.

“Seems more than harassment to me, Changkyun,” the older man said seriously, giving you a once over before speaking to you in a gentler voice. “Would you like some tea?”

Still shaken, you shook your head, breathing hard from the adrenaline rush. The man, supposedly Changkyun, noticed you trembling still and he took off his black hoodie and offered it to you.

“Can you put this on?” he asked, his caring gesture not matching his cold voice and deadpan face. You nodded and reached out with a shaky hand. Instead of handing the sweater over, Changkyun asked you to stick out both of your arms, which you did without question. Slipping the sleeves onto your arms, Changkyun put the hoodie on for you as his large hands delicately pulled the hoodie over your head and tugged it all the way down past your waists. Feeling awkward suddenly at the handsome figure before you, you immediately felt better with the hoodie on.

The large hoodie was warm and had a comforting scent of faint cologne. Letting the long sleeves cover your hands freely, you wrapped your arms around you and managed to croak a thanks.

“My name is Hodong. What happened? Where do you live? Is there anyone we can reach out to?” Hodong asked, leaning on the counter with concern.

“I’m (Y/N), and I’m from East Park. I came here with my friends, and a man attacked me when I stepped away from them. Then I just ran and bumped into you.” You looked over and pointed at Changkyun. He was studying you intensely and it made you shy away from his gaze as you swallowed nervously. He just saved you but he made your heart flutter a bit too.

“Ah, East Park? That’s a long walk from here,” Hodong commented, scrunching his face as he thought about what to do. “Do you have your phone?” You shook your head, just remembering now that you dropped it earlier.

“Here,” Changkyun dug into his pocket and gave you his phone. “If you know your friend’s number, call them and let them know what happened.” You nodded as you gently took his phone from his warm hand and dialed your friend’s number, touched that this man was so gracious and kind toward you.

“They’re not picking up,” you stated as it went to voicemail after a few rings.

“Some friends,” Changkyun scoffed as he leaned against the counter and looked around. “Not surprised though since you all are from East Park.” You looked up at him and gave him a hard look.

“It’s Saturday night and they’re out drinking. I think they’re just too wasted.” Changkyun merely looked at you and shrugged carelessly before looking away. You had quickly changed your mind about him. He was kind of judgmental ass. Just a judgmental ass with some manners.

“Changkyun, you live right upstairs. Let her stay at your place for tonight. It’s way too late for her to go back all the way to East Park. By the way, his name is Changkyun.” Hodong tapped Changkyun’s shoulder a few times as he said it, causing the expressionless man to look over at Hodong painfully. He looked like he was about to protest, but glanced over at your poor state again and thought better than to say no.

“Alright,” Changkyun cleared his throat and stood up straight. “You better use my phone to text your friends about where you’re staying. I don’t want cops to suddenly show up tomorrow and cause unnecessary trouble.” You ignored his curt statement and was just relieved that you had a place to stay for the night.

“Hey, it’s (Y/N). I lost my phone, but I’m okay. I’m spending the night at someone’s place so you guys go home, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Okay, it’s late now. You guys go and get some sleep, I’m going to close up soon too anyway,” Hodong shooed us both out toward the door and Changkyun led the way without looking back, hands in his pockets.

You nodded a quiet thank you to the kind clerk and rushed after Changkyun, his long legs moving faster than yours.

Changkyun lived on the third floor of the building and, as he unlocked his door and pushed it open, you were surprised to see a neat apartment. Everything was pretty minimal. The door opened to a small area that split off into two. On the right side was the living room with just one couch, a small coffee table, a tv and an unused fan off in the corner. The left side was a dark kitchen area that clearly showed it was hardly ever used.

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Changkyun pointed at the dark blue couch as he walked past the living room and into another room. You guessed it was his bedroom. As soon as you sat down on the couch, he reappeared with a stack of clothes.

“You’ll probably be more comfortable in these.” Changkyun held out the folded clothes for you and you took them gratefully.

“Thank y-”

“Bathroom is over there,” Changkyun interrupted you as he pointed over his shoulder at another door. You pursed your lips and nodded this time in acknowledgement. For a handsome and aware guy, he sure stung you somehow.

After changing, you felt even more at ease this time being out of that tight dress and high heels. In contrast to your weekend outfit, Changkyun had given you a black shirt and some sweat pants that you had to roll up because they were so long. You looked homely, but at least these loose clothes let you breathe properly.

“Your friend texted back,” Changkyun said, not looking up at you entering the living room as he flipped through the tv channels lazily. “She said no problem and that she’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.” Feeling awkward, you sat down next to Changkyun on the couch. He was leaning forward and intensely looking at the tv, seemingly not taking notice that you were sitting next to him.

“Did you just move in or?” you asked after clearing your throat slightly. The silence was a bit too much for you to handle with this guy.

“No, I just don’t have a lot of stuff. Some of this stuff isn’t even mine either, like this coffee table,” Changkyun responded, knocking his knuckle on the small, black, wooden table in front of him. “Hodong is also the landlord of this apartment, and he offered me some of the stuff when I moved in.”

“Really? Why, were you homeless or something before?”

“Nothing of the sort,” Changkyun finally smiled a bit at your teasing.

“Then...?” you prompted, looking at the side of his body with raised eyebrows.

“I had my reasons,” Changkyun said bluntly and you looked down at your hands, knowing better than to probe this clamshell of a person. So much for trying to have a conversation.

“It’s pretty late, you really want to watch something now?” You dared yourself to say after a few moments when you noticed it was nearing 2:30am.

“I usually can’t sleep unless there’s some background noise,” Changkyun said plainly, reaching forward and taking a sip of a coke can he had brought from the fridge.

“Oh, but I’ll be sleeping here?” You replied in slight confusion. Changkyun waved a hand toward you, silencing your to-be protests.

“You’ll sleep in my bed,” Changkyun stated, and something about the way he said it made you shiver. Alone? You mentally shook that thought away. What is wrong with you?

“Okay, if you insist. But I really don’t mind-” Changkyun finally turned his head to look at you and you flinched at how close his face was to yours. His half-closed eyes bore into yours as he stared at you for a few seconds. You felt your heart leap up to your throat from nervousness.

“It’s okay.” Changkyun’s voice was surprisingly soft this time despite his hard face expression. “Just sleep in my bed.” You almost missed it, but Changkyun glanced down at your lips briefly for a fraction of a second before looking back at the tv again. Did I just imagine that? You nodded meekly in response even though he couldn’t see you and then stood up.

“Then, if it’s alright with you I’m going to go sleep now.”

“Sure, let me know if there’s anything you need.”

“I will, goodnight.” Changkyun didn’t respond as he settled on a tv channel and made himself comfortable on the couch as you quietly left the living room.

Changkyun’s room was just as simple as the rest of the apartment. There was a bed in the middle with a drawer across from it and a small armchair by the window. Did he just move in or what? You were unimpressed with the lack of decoration and furniture as you crawled into his bed after turning the lights off, wrapping his gray blanket securely around you.

Waiting for sleep to come was harder than you thought. You had felt at ease before, but now being alone in the dark brought back some of the fear and anxiety from earlier. Unable to stop yourself, you thought about Minhyuk and how comforting and safe it would feel if he were there to hold you and cradle you while you slept.

No, what are you thinking? That cheater? You shook your head slightly and forced your eyes closed as you curled up more in the blankets. Maybe... your mind wandered over to Changkyun instead. The mysterious, handsome stranger who graciously offered you his place for the night. You wondered what it would be like to have his arms around you - protecting you and holding you securely in this big, empty bed. The up-close view of his sleepy eyes from earlier popped up in your mind again, making your heart beat a little harder. Stop it, (Y/N).

Two hours like that went by as you struggled to find ways to fall asleep, but finally you couldn’t take it anymore. Needing some water, you slipped out of Changkyun’s bed and tip-toed your way into his kitchen. It looks like he had turned off the tv at some point because the tv was black and the apartment was dead silent. Where are his cups? Not wanting to disturb Changkyun, you decided to quietly open his pantries and feel around blindly for cups.

“(Y/N)?” a croaky voice called out. You winced and stopped what you were doing.

“Y-yeah?” you whispered in response regretfully.

“What’re you doing?”

“I was just hoping to get some water.”

“I told you to let me know if you needed anything,” Changkyun’s deep voice sounded from the dark and you heard him getting up from the couch with a grunt. You didn’t respond as his light footsteps got closer to you and he turned on the kitchen light.

Blinded by the sudden light, you shut your eyes closed and blinked slowly, trying to get adjusted to it. In front of you was a shirtless Changkyun who was also scrunching his face up and attempting to get used to the bright light. Embarrassed by the sight of his well-toned body, you turned your face away and stared at the floor.

“Yeah, I didn’t know where your cups were but I didn’t want to bother you so I kind of just was feeling around for it,” you started to ramble awkwardly, feeling your neck flush with embarrassment. Thoughts from earlier entered your mind again and you silently cursed at yourself for deciding to get water now. The image of his half-naked body will most certainly be engraved in your mind.

“Don’t worry about it,” Changkyun mumbled, seemingly not noticing your flushed reaction. He stood next to you and reached up in front of him. Too close. You licked your lips subtly at the smell of his cologne wafting toward you. The feeling of wanting to hold someone tonight grew stronger and it took every last fiber in you not to make some lewd offer to this stranger.

“Here you go,” Changkyun filled the cup with water and handed it to you. “Can you sleep?” You drank the water and felt the cold liquid snake its way down your body. After downing it all eagerly, you wiped your mouth and shook your head at his question.

“That’s understandable,” Changkyun muttered, taking the empty cup from you. “Do you want to watch tv with me for a while until you feel sleepy?”

“Yeah, that would be helpful actually,” you replied with a quick nod, surprised that he would offer such a thing to you. Changkyun nodded along with you and beckoned for you to follow him after flipping the kitchen light off.

Plopping down on the couch, Changkyun left some space for you and you sat down next to him, feeling slightly awkward as he turned the tv back on. He was watching some reality tv show and a few minutes of awkward silence went by again. But before you knew it, he had knocked out. Changkyun scared you as his head slid onto your shoulder, making you jolt slightly from surprise. You pressed your lips into a thin line, unsure of how to feel about this.

You peeked over at the guy next to you and couldn’t help but take in the sight of his body. The lights from the tv danced across his subtle muscles and strong-looking arms, making him seem dreamy to you. Until you remembered his sharp mouth and cold attitude. You rolled your eyes at the thoughts you were having and the situation you were in right now. Well, at least it was better than being alone tonight.

Hoping not to wake him up, you carefully leaned your head against Changkyun’s and let out a small sigh of contentment. It wasn’t ideal, but this was comforting in its own way too.

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thotyssey · 5 years

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On Point With: Double Headed Disco

Longtime resident DJs of Nowhere Bar in the East Village--and the guys behind that bar’s popular monthly deep-tracks-meets-pop-art Double Headed Disco--Jeff Jackson [above pic, left] & Disco Connie [right] will be spinning the 15th Anniversary of Nowhere this weekend! Thotyssey gets on the beat with this popular pair.

Thotyssey: Jeff and Connie, hello! Thanks for talking to us today! How was your Halloween... where did you go, and as what?

Jeff Jackson: Hi Thotyssey! We celebrated Halloween early this year at our regularly scheduled Double Headed Disco party this past Saturday... we had a blast. We had a post-punk/new wave theme; Adam Ant was our cover star.

Disco Connie: For costumes, we wore matching Arthur Rimbaud masks, inspired by David Wojnarowicz, one of our favorite artists who had a huge retrospective at the Whitney and other galleries this summer.

What is the best Halloween-themed deep track that all bars and clubs should have been playing last night?

JJ: I’m a big “Monster Mash” fan, but for a deep track I’d have to go with “Prince of Darkness” by Bow Wow Wow.

DC: I like sexy / camp disco numbers like “Soul Dracula” by Hot Blood, but this year I was happy to play “Halloween” by Japan.

Tell us your life stories! Where are you from, what music were you into growing up, and how did you become DJs?

JJ: Music was all around me as a kid, but my first love was disco... especially Donna Summer and Chic. And I’ve been collecting records ever since I was young. So my desire to share my records with other people is how I evolved into DJing--first at house parties, and later on at bars and clubs.

DC: I grew up in Jersey listening to disco, new wave, and house on the radio, back when the DJs would hear new underground records at a club and play them on the air the next day. I spent lots of nights in clubs as I got older, but only started playing music in public at Nowhere.

And what’s your music of choice, when you are spinning or even when you're just at home listening?

JJ: I am genre-agnostic, so my DJ sets vary from soul and R&B, disco or house, to new wave, rock or hip hop. As a voracious listener, I’m always digging for new records, new sounds... and I love mixing well-known popular artists with underground stuff that people may not know so well.

DC: Obviously disco, surprise surprise! But I also really enjoy the nights when we play house and new wave. At home, I listen to all kinds of things. I can listen to one song over and over again for a whole day or throughout the week, but other times I have a short attention span. Shuffle is my friend.

Isn't it bizarre and frustrating that so many kids wanna go out to the bars and clubs and only hear the same 20 songs from their own Spotify?

JJ: We get a lot of die-hard disco fans at our party, so we end up getting good requests. Like “can you play Diana Ross?” And of course, we do!

DC: We joke about how many times over the years we’ve been out at a bar/club and gone up to the DJ to make a request (that would be zero), but people of all ages do it now. Sometimes it’s clear they don’t even have a specific song in mind. They just want to make a request.

How did you two come to Nowhere?

JJ: Since the bar opened, basically. I approached one of their DJ’s, Pete Money, and he said "oh, you wanna DJ with me?” Pete and I DJ’ed together for years, and then I got Connie involved!

DC: I lived across the street when the bar opened, so it was very Cheers for me. I would drop in on the different parties during the week, and got to know a bunch of great people here.

Tell us about your popular monthly (last Saturdays} party Double Headed Disco at Nowhere. How did you two come together to start this, and what keeps the kids coming back?

JJ: It actually started as Connie’s birthday party. I asked Pete if he would do an all-disco set with me, and that was the first disco party. It wasn’t called Double Headed until the next month when one of our buddies, BJ the Pornologist, named us!

DC: We like to put a bit of effort into the party, so we think about musical and visual themes all the time and bounce ideas off of each other. We decorate the bar and transform it into something special for the night. We have some regular annual parties, like our big Grace Jones party on Thanksgiving weekend (my favorite) but each month is something different.

Jeff, you also host a twice-a-month party of your own, Numbers! Best flyers ever, by the way! Tell us about that night.

JJ: Oh, I’m glad you like the flyers! Numbers is on first and third Saturdays. Every week I pick a cover star, and theme my set around that artist. I’ll play tracks by the featured artist, and mix in other songs that are from the same era, genre or are inspired by the cover star. I also show offbeat vintage movies, which people really gravitate to. The night is named after the first gay bar I ever went to in Baltimore, where boys with feathered hair would slow dance to Wham! Ha!

And Jeff, you were a presence at the recent benefit show DRAGS, the second of such show in as many years in tandem with Gregory Kramer's photo book of the same name. What was your impression of that night? And... I heard there might be a book sequel in the works!

JJ: Yeah, Greg is my husband, so I am biased. But the DRAGS event is amazing! This was the second year, and the event raised over $30k for the Ali Forney Center. Connie is actually part of the crew too, wrangling talent backstage while I help in the sound booth. I wasn’t the DJ... this year it was Hannah Lou, and she was a real kiki. And planning has started for next year’s event already. Also, Greg has been working on a new project for some time now, but I can’t talk about it just yet.

Nowhere is about to turn 15! The bar is known for it's music and DJ-driven nights, which make it stand out in the sea of gay bars in the city. How have you enjoyed the ride so far?

JJ: We both love Nowhere. It’s like a second family to us.

DC: 15 years is a long time. We feel lucky to be part of it all. We’ve met so many great people over the years.

You two will be DJing the anniversary party on Saturday, with drag queen Princess Bitch performing!

JJ: It’s going to be a blast. We’re spinning disco and house, and Princess Bitch is giving shows! She turned everyone out at DRAGS and at my Purple Party back in April.

DC: The anniversary party is also a benefit for the New York Transgender Advocacy Group. We have a suggested $5 donation at the door. We felt strongly about raising visibility and showing support for our transgender friends and family, especially considering how central they’ve been to our experience at Nowhere.

Anything else you wanna plug or mention?

DC: I’m also a hand model, lol!

Werk! Finally: how important is it that everyone votes in November?

JJ: It shocks me that people don't vote! But we need to make sure people are not only voting, but voting for candidates that support LGBTQ equality. And if you’re not sure who those candidates are, do a little research this weekend. Ask your friends. It’s so easy, and so important.

DC: It feels like every day is a new horror. We can’t just sit around and hope things change on their own. There are so many ways to get involved even during these critical last few days. Check out Swing Left or The Creative Resistance. I love the saying that goes something like, “we can’t all do everything but we can each do something.”

Thanks, guys!

DJs Jeff Jackson & Disco Connie spin “Double Headed Disco” monthly last Saturdays (10pm) at Nowhere Bar. Also at Nowhere, Jeff spins “Numbers” every first and third Saturday (10pm). Check Thotyssey’s calendar for Jeff and Connie’s upcoming gigs, and follow “Double Headed Disco” on Facebook and Instagram.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Not Like In The Fairy Tales (But Just As Beautiful) (Crygi/Jankie) - Chaoticnachokitten

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27419959

A/N: Heyy:)) I wrote this a few months ago and completely forgot to post it lol. Thanks to @cryshillz for giving me the idea for it and @aqtanawrites for beta-ing<3

Summary: Crystal is just your average high school student, (well, maybe except her makeup and outfit choices), friendly, dreamy and fairly popular. All she wants are her friends, One Direction songs, and maybe a fairy tale esque relationship. Everything would be perfect if it wasn't for that one girl that keeps staring at her with an expression that could kill...

Literally just your typical enemies to lovers high school au:)

It was 6am on a rainy Monday morning. Crystal woke up to the sweet tunes of 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction. She had the habit of using a different One Direction song as her alarm clock every day.

Especially on Mondays she just needed a bit of extra motivation to get up and get ready for school, and that particular song never failed to make her smile, including today.

She slowly got out of bed, and walked up to her closet. It was a beautiful mess of almost offensively bright, colorful clothes. Crystal firmly believed that wearing as many colors as possible was helpful to stay positive all the time. 'Plain' or 'simple' clothing was something she liked to pretend didn't even exist.

Once she was done with picking out her outfit for the day, she went into her bathroom, preparing for her favorite part of her morning routine: her makeup. Firstly, she washed her face, and then applied some products that would hopefully protect her skin from what she was about to do to it. Then, she tried to find all of her needed makeup products. Unfortunately, she had a habit of trying out new looks constantly, and for some reason her products ended up being scattered in the entire bathroom. Her parents had given up on trying to keep the bathroom organized at this point.

After finding everything she needed, which were approximately 50 products, including tons of her beloved glitter, she started with her time consuming but fun painting, blasting her OD playlist to stay in a good mood. Her thoughts drifted around for a bit, eventually settling on the memories of how her high school had tried to get her to dress 'appropriately' and to stop her 'clown like' makeup. At first the teachers had assumed that she would get teased because of her looks, but they had been very wrong. Crystal had such a fun and loveable personality that no one really said anything negative about her, in fact, the only people who teased her about her makeup were her best friends, who obviously didn't mean it. Crystal was friends with just about everyone, except one person.

Crystal quickly tried to think of something else, she didn't want to ruin her morning by thinking about the only person she didn't like.

So, after the teachers had realized that no other student would tell her to stop with her makeup, they tried to threaten her by sending her to the principal's office multiple times. But, since she kept arguing about how she needed to express herself, and because her grades were good, the teachers gave up and her style was tolerated eventually. At least her art teacher loved her creativity.

Crystal checked herself out in the mirror one last time. Her long, curly hair was brushed nicely, it looked all shiny and soft like usual, she was wearing a full face of makeup, around three times the amount of what an average student would wear, and her outfit complemented her makeup nicely. Afterwards she went on her way to her high school, which happened to be just a few minutes away from her home. As always, she had her earphones in so she could continue to listen to her playlist, which she had named 'positive vibes'.

Before entering the big, old, dull building, she removed her earphones as electronic devices were strictly forbidden and had to be stored in the school bags, otherwise a teacher had the right to take them away. It was a stupid and annoying rule, but other than about her personal style, Crystal didn't like getting in trouble, so she just accepted it.

Crystal's morning had been pretty good so far, but of course, the first person she saw in the hallway was the one she didn't like. Her name was Gigi Goode, and, Crystal usually didn't like to swear, the only word that could be used to describe her was a complete bitch. Now, sadly, Gigi was gorgeous, everyone was jealous of her looks. Even after a long P.E lesson she still managed to look perfect, not even a single makeup particle out of place. Gigi exclusively wore expensive makeup and clothes, always looking like she was about to be on the cover of Vogue or something. Not only that, but she was smart too, a straight A student, nothing less ever. She regularly engaged in class, the teachers often used her as a good example. But beyond that, Gigi was also the most conceited person Crystal knew. She seemed to lack any kind of empathy or friendliness. The only thing she seemed to care about was herself and her reputation.

She wasn't really friends with anyone, everyone was intimidated by her. She didn't seem to care for friendships anyway. But Gigi just seemed to hate Crystal for no reason. Everytime Crystal was near Gigi she looked at the ground to avoid the look. Gigi liked to glare at Crystal like she was something unsightly, like a stain on her clothes or a disgusting bug or something along those lines. Nothing out of the ordinary, except today, if anything, Gigi looked at her with an even meaner expression than usual.

"Maybe her favorite brand of lipstick got discontinued," Crystal thought to herself as she searched for her friends, all she had to do was follow the sound. And sure enough, just a few meters away she spotted Jan and Jackie, who were talking about something. Jan seemed to be even more enthusiastic than usual, and Jackie looked slightly concerned.

"...it's a genius plan, I promise! And very easy to execute. We have to show them that they just belong together."

Jan was nearly screaming the last sentence, loud enough to hear clearly for Crystal who was just waiting for their conversation to end as she didn't want to interrupt them. But then, Jan saw Crystal and monitored for her to come.

"Genius plan? Jan, look, I love you very much, but the last time you said that, and canceled our movie night for it-"

"You're still mad about that?" Jan asked with a hint of amusement.

"Let me finish. Last time you had one of your 'genius ideas' you broke into the school with Nicky to save the frogs we were meant to dissect in biology."

"Well, obviously my plan worked because the frogs are now free, and we didn't have to dissect anything!"

Jackie sighed, fighting the smile caused by the adorableness of her girlfriend, and shook her head fondly.

"And I'm very happy about that. However, you and Nicky got detention for a whole month and only very narrowly avoided legal consequences. And you were grounded forever!"

Jan looked at Jackie with huge eyes.

"But..the frogs..they were worth all of that."

Jackie looked at Crystal who had just been listening to the fairly weird conversation. Though that kind of stuff wasn't uncommon for Jan and Jackie at all.

"Crystal, I'm dating an idiot."

Crystal just laughed and then shyly looked at Jan. The girl looked back at her with mock anger. Then she turned her attention back to Jackie.

"Oh, so I'm the idiot now? I would like to remind you of the time when I was still grounded, and you decided to do it like they do it in the movies and attempted to climb up my house to get into my room through the window, just because you wanted to see me..it's not like you see me at school literally every day."

"It was Saturday. And we spent some..quality time that day."

"That was after I quite literally had to pull you up myself after you almost fell down."

Jackie was about to respond when the bell rang as annoyingly as ever, announcing that the first class was about to start. Jan, Jackie, Crystal and, unfortunately for Crystal, Gigi were all in the same class. Jan attempted to leave, but she was pulled back by Jackie.

"No girl, no skipping classes anymore. You'll just get into trouble again."

"But..." Jan started.

"No buts. You're coming with us. Do you need a bit of..extra motivation?"

Jan smirked, getting the hint, and then nodding excitedly.

Jackie hugged her, and then placed a kiss on Jan's soft lips. A few seconds later they were full on making out.

Around a minute later the bell rang again, and the two of them broke apart. Jackie looked at Crystal, who was now staring at the ground, blushing, apologetically.

"Crys, oh my God, I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

"You're not sorry," Jan disagreed.

"It's fine, I'm used to it by now, I know how gross you guys are," Crystal smiled.

"Anyway, let's go, otherwise we'll be late for class," Jackie said in a slightly nervous tone. She hated being late.

Jan sighed.

"And I'm dating the teacher's pet."

Before Jan could try to run away again, Jackie grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her along.

On the way to class, Crystal couldn't help but feel jealous of her friends. Jan and Jackie were just such a cute couple. It wasn't like she was attracted to either of them, it was more that she had the desire to experience the same kind of love they had for each other. She wanted that kind of fairytale fantasy cute relationship, with the occasional playful teasing.

The three of them finally reached the classroom, just in time. Crystal sat down in her usual spot, and got out her needed school supplies. Since the teacher surprisingly wasn't there yet, she checked her phone, scrolling through her social media. Since there wasn't anything too interesting, she switched it off soon again and looked around for a bit. To her horror, she noticed that Gigi was looking at her. But something was weird about it. Crystal could have sworn that Gigi had looked at her with an almost friendly expression...probably as friendly as Gigi was able to, before using the look again. A few seconds later Gigi looked away again. Crystal missed that Gigi was blushing.

Crystal suddenly felt like she had invaded Gigi's personal space. It was stupid, but she felt her face heat up. To try and calm down, she ran a hand through her hair to fix it, even though nothing was wrong with it in the first place before opening her notepad, and started doodling tiny flowers and animals in it so she had something to focus on.

Just when she had calmed down enough to feel as comfortable as she could while being at school, the English teacher entered the room, greeting the students. Crystal looked up for a minute, listening to what the teacher was talking about, before going back to doodling. She was almost always more focused in class while drawing. It was accepted by most teachers, and a real blessing in art class.

Today was different. For some reason, she kept thinking about Gigi, and the way she had seen the unusual behavior of her today. It honestly wouldn't have been a big deal at all, but she had never seen Gigi without that I-accidentally-bit-into-a-lemon glance, and instead looked at Crystal like she was an actual person. Thinking about it caused Crystal to feel an odd, but definitely not unpleasant sensation spreading from her heart. Could it be..?

"No. No, definitely not, not her," she told herself before forcefully turning her attention back to the teacher.

"Okay, so today we'll start with a new topic: presentations. They are very important, you will have to do one in pretty regardless of where you want to work in your later life. Now, we'll work on your confidence first, therefore the topic of the presentation will be up to you. And because teamwork is very important as well, you'll work in groups of two."

The teacher noticed that Jan had raised her hand.

"Yes, Jan?"

"How about we get paired up randomly? Later on in our life we don't get to choose either who we'll have to work with, so this might be some good practice."

The teacher nodded, impressed by Jan's level of maturity, and surprised because the girl usually didn't participate that much.

The rest of the class seemed okay with that idea as all of them got along quite well. Jackie looked at Jan with a surprised look, Jan smiled at her before mouthing "all part of my plan, don't worry."

The teacher resumed.

"Great idea, actually, thanks Jan. Okay, everyone, please take out a piece of paper and write down your names. Then fold it and bring it to my desk."

Jan raised her hand again.

"Yes?"

"Can I please read out the teams?"

"Yeah, sure."

The next few minutes were spent by people asking for paper and pens and then writing down all of the names. Jan hastily scribbled the three letters of her own name before turning her attention to Crystal. She was writing down her name on that obnoxious rainbow colored paper she adored, making the next step of Jan's plan easier.

Then she looked at Gigi. She was using some expensive art paper she usually used to draw gorgeous pictures on. It even felt expensive, so spotting it later on shouldn't be too hard either. Jan couldn't quite believe that her plan was going so smoothly.

Jackie was ready to bring her paper to the teacher's desk, but Jan stopped her before she could do so.

"Wait, I want to be paired up with you. Mark it with a smiley or something," Jan whispered.

Jackie smirked before doing so.

"Fine, miss we-should-work-with-different-people-to-gain-new-experience."

"You'll understand later."

After every piece of paper was on the desk, Jan mixed all of them up to keep up the illusion that every pair would be selected in a fair and completely random way..

Crystal felt someone looking at her. When she looked around, it was Gigi once again. This time she was sure she had seen Gigi's initial expression which had looked almost dreamy before she was back to looking mean again. When Crystal didn't look right away again, Gigi even looked insecure for a split second before hissing "what the hell are you looking at?" before looking away herself.

Crystal was shocked. Had she just seen the usually overly confident Gigi Goode looking...insecure?

She didn't even have time to process everything that had just happened as Jan, who had already paired up quite a few people, called her name.

"Okay so Crystal and.."

Jan tried to make it seem like she was just randomly picking out a piece of paper.

"Gigi."

Crystal's jaw dropped. She didn't dare to look at Gigi. That was the worst team she had ever been in. She was shocked to the point of shivering. She felt her blood running both hot and cold at the same time. And just when she had tried to reason that she could just do her part of the assignment alone, and would just have to do the presentation with Gigi, the teacher spoke up again.

"To ensure you'll actually work together, you will get a grade as a team instead of individual ones. Before you can go, please note that you now have one week to prepare. Since I already wrote down the teams, please don't change them up again. Okay, that's it. Goodbye, see you all tomorrow."

Everyone except Crystal packed up and got ready to leave. Gigi, for once, looked unsettled and left as soon as she could in order to keep up her usual act and not show any emotions. Crystal, on the other hand, was too shocked to do anything other than staring off into space. This was officially the worst day in her life. There was no way she would survive working together with someone who looked like she was about to stab Crystal as soon as they were alone.

Jan pulled her out of her almost trance like state by waving her arms in front of Crystal.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look good, you're so pale out of the sudden."

Crystal looked at Jan desperately.

"Okay?? No, I'm not 'okay' at all. In case you missed it, I have to work with Gigi out of all people and I can't switch partners...what am I going to do?"

Jan decided to act like she was sorry. In her opinion that drastic measure was necessary to make Crystal and Gigi talk for once, and hopefully that would be enough to make them see that they like each other. Jan had seen the way Gigi looked at Crystal when the latter wasn't aware of it, and she knew that Crystal had a hard time noticing and admitting that she liked someone, due to the fact that she once had her heart broken badly before, and it had taken lots of time and support from her friends to get over it. So, complaining about someone more often than usual was Crystal's way to try and suppress her feelings.

"I'm so sorry Crys, but I'm sure it's going to be fine. And if she's mean to you, I'll make her pay for it, I promise. In fact, I still have that weird hair dye that's supposed to dye your hair purple, but it turned mine green and it took an eternity to get it out again, remember that?"

Crystal forced herself to giggle. She did feel a bit better knowing that Jan would help her if things didn't go smoothly.

"Thanks, Janice, I appreciate it. And honestly, the green didn't look that bad. Besides, you obviously care about green frogs enough to risk legal consequences, so dyeing your hair to match them is just the natural next step."

"I probably shouldn't have told anyone that story, but I would have never thought that saving countless innocent lives would ever be used against me, at least not that frequently. But anyway, ready to leave now?"

Crystal sighed. She really didn't want to see Gigi anymore, at least today.

"What are the chances of Jackie killing you for skipping class one more time with me?"

Jan laughed.

"Unfortunately too high to risk it. Besides, you won't be able to avoid her all week, and if you don't want a bad grade you will have to work with her. Once again, I'm very sorry."

"Okay, fine. And don't apologize Jan, it's not your fault."

Jan had to suppress a smirk. If only she knew..

The rest of the school day surprisingly wasn't that terrible. Gigi didn't look at Crystal at all, not even once, instead she was fully concentrated on engaging as much as usual in each class. Crystal on the other hand didn't care about anything else that moment, she was trying and failing to come up with a way that would make working with Gigi okay. And she sure as hell wouldn't be the one to start the conversation. Since Gigi wasn't satisfied with anything less than an A, she probably would be the one to approach Crystal anyway. Hopefully.

When the school bell rang again, this time to indicate that the day was over, Crystal couldn't wait to get home, she carelessly stuffed her school supplies into her rainbow colored bag and nearly stormed out of the school without even saying goodbye to any of her friends. For once she didn't care about being nice and polite, she just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, cry, listen to music, and ignore the world around her until she would feel better.

But today some higher force seemed to have something against her. Once she was back home, laying in her bed comfortably, surrounded by her plushies, she decided to check her phone before listening to music. It turned out to be a big mistake. She saw that she had received a message by an unknown number. Usually she would have just ignored and blocked it, but she couldn't. The number had a profile picture, and Crystal immediately recognized it. A pretty girl with perfect skin and shiny brunette hair. Gigi.

She decided that she deserved a break from everything that had happened today, so she turned on airplane mode so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone anymore, put in her earphones once again, and then clicked on her playlist. She proceeded to close her eyes, trying not to think about anything, just listen to the music instead. She wasn't able to calm down though, even after 30 minutes of trying. The message she had refused to read out of fear earlier seemed to be haunting her. She decided to finally read it.

'Hey, it's Gigi.

It seems like we'll have to work together. I'm sure you're just as interested in a good grade as I am, so I think we should talk things out. Hating each other while trying to give a good presentation will probably not work out, plus we haven't even decided on a topic. So come to my place at 6pm, here is the address.'

Crystal checked the time. She had about an hour left. According to Google, getting to the location would take 45 minutes. She didn't want to make Gigi mad now that it seemed like they would maybe be able to finally work their problems out. She hastily jumped out of her bed, and ran into the bathroom to touch up her makeup as soon as possible.

Thankfully it wasn't terribly smudged or anything, so she was able to go on her way just a few minutes later. That way she would even have a bit of extra time in case she didn't find Gigi's house or if she needed some time to prepare herself mentally for actually ringing the doorbell, which was very likely going to be the case. Crystal had a pretty bad sense of orientation.

Meanwhile, Gigi was anxiously pacing around in her room, checking her makeup and outfit every time she passed a mirror. She had a lot of them in her room. Gigi knew that she was a mess on the inside right now, so it was even more important for her not to show it on the inside. She hoped that her facade that she had built up over the years was enough to hide her emotions from Crystal. The truth was, she wasn't as confident as she pretended to be. In fact, Gigi was a very insecure girl, afraid that someone would see right through her, able to tell just how weak she actually was on the inside. She was scared that people would make fun of her, so she just pushed everyone who tried to befriend her away. Being friends with people had never worked out in the past, instead she had been used and then she had been left with low self esteem and trust issues. Eventually she decided she wouldn't get hurt by people ever again, and that was when she started wearing expensive clothes to intimidate people and flawless makeup as it made her feel like a completely different person, beautiful and confident. Her makeup was like a mask for her as well, a constant reminder that she needed to keep up her facade to remain safe.

Gigi's thoughts were interrupted by the piercing sound of the doorbell. She checked her makeup for what seemed like the 100th time that day, and then went to open the door.

"Hey," Crystal greeted her, looking as nervous and anxious as Gigi felt. For some reason it made her feel better.

"Hey. Thanks for coming. Come in." Gigi managed to keep her usual cool tone despite the fact that she was extremely nervous.

Crystal did as she was told. Unexpectedly, Gigi's house was both huge, almost as big as a mansion, and the furniture looked extremely expensive and beautiful. But since Crystal was also a nervous mess, she wasn't able to focus on anything properly.

Gigi led her into her room (a gigantic one, beautiful and organized, girly but not at all kitschy) and monitored for Crystal to sit down on her bed. Crystal, again, did as she was told, it was her only option as she couldn't even think straight. Gigi carefully sat down next to her. She didn't look at Crystal because she felt like she would break if she did, and instead stared at her ceiling.

"Okay so, I guess I'll explain why I behave the way I do around you. The truth is, I don't hate you. I know you think I do, but I don't. In fact, I'm jealous of you."

Crystal couldn't believe her ears. First of all, Gigi talking about her feelings? And most importantly: How could Gigi Perfect Goode be jealous of her? Crystal bit her tongue to remain silent, the question was burning on her tongue, but she felt like talking wasn't a good idea right now.

"You're so lucky. You get to be yourself. You can wear and act however you want because you're so cute and loveable and everyone wants to be your friend."

Did Gigi just call me cute?

"You don't know what it means to constantly act like a bitch to keep people away from me. And all of that because I'm scared. I'm so scared of being judged. Of being used, of being hurt. I can't handle another person lowering my self esteem to the point where I can't leave the house anymore. It took me months to get where I am today. Why do you think I check my hair and makeup every few minutes? Why do you think I keep staring at you?"

Gigi was getting so emotional that she had to stop talking as her eyes were starting to get as glossy as her perfectly applied lip gloss. She tried taking deep breaths to calm down, but that just made everything worse.

"This is so stupid, I'm sorry…"

"Gigi, please don't call your emotions stupid. It's okay to express your feelings,you've been ignoring them for far too long already. I promise I won't tell anyone. And I know what being hurt feels like, believe me, and being able to talk about my feelings helped me a lot."

Perhaps it were Crystal's words, perhaps Gigi's feelings were too much for her to bottle up anymore, but just a minute later she found herself bawling her eyes out while Crystal had her arms wrapped around her in a protective and comforting way that Gigi actually felt like it was okay for her to cry and let out everything. It was weird, they didn't even really know each other, and surely she wouldn't have expected the meeting with Crystal to go like that at all, but strangely enough it felt so right.

After a solid ten minutes of crying, Gigi was finally starting to calm down. She decided that now, since she had told Crystal her secret already and she had also cried in Crystal's arms, which had probably ruined her pretty makeup/ facade, she had nothing to lose anymore. She freed herself from Crystal's grip, cupped the girl's face, and proceeded to kiss her like she had been wanting to for months. She was fast and aggressive, all of her emotions went into it.

Crystal didn't even think, the kiss felt more than right, so she kissed back just a second later with the same intensity to match Gigi's energy.

It wasn't like the start of her dream fairy tale beginning of a relationship, quite the opposite, actually. Gigi was still crying, Crystal's face was getting wet from the tears, but in that moment she could have cared less about the 'perfect' start of a relationship. What she had right here was just as perfect to her, if not more.

After what could have been seconds, minutes, or even days, both of them were blown away by the intensity of the moment that time didn't matter anymore, they slowly broke apart.

"Crystal I'm so sorry. I didn't know what came over me," Gigi started all of the sudden. She was breathing way too fast.

"Shh, calm down. My only question is, did you mean the kiss? Be honest."

Gigi nodded, looking away.

"I meant it too when I kissed you back."

Gigi looked like a weight had been lifted off of her. Then, she seemed to have an idea.

"I know this is incredibly early, but uhm..I'm alone and my parents won't come back until in a few days, do you maybe want to stay with me for the night? I just want to find out more about the girl I've been secretly admiring for the past few months."

Crystal smiled softly.

"Of course. I would love to know more about the girl that has been hiding every emotion for..I don't even know how long. Tell me what you're feeling, every single one, I want to know all about them. And please don't ever be afraid again to show people your vulnerable side. The world may be terrible, but not every single person is, I promise."

"You're the prime example of that," Gigi said quietly.

"You're still treating me like this even though I was such a terrible person to you...thank you so much Crystal."

With that, they intertwined their fingers, slowly getting closer until their lips touched again. This time it felt different, but just as amazing. It was all slow and tender, and neither of them wanted the moment to end. Maybe it was like in the kitschy fairy tales after all.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jan sport #jackie cox #crygi #jankie #high school au #angst #hurt/comfort #chaoticnachokitten #concrit welcome #s12

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sydney-ada-blog · 6 years

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Interviews for Event Article

Taylor

Sydney: Okay, so what is your name and what is your age?

Taylor: Taylor John, I’m 20 years old

Sydney: When did you start going here (to Lehigh)?

Taylor: I’m a junior now, so about 2 and a half years ago

Sydney: So what year was that?

Taylor: I’m with the class of 2020 so 2016 or 17? Um

Sydney: It’s fine, don’t worry about it

Taylor: One of the two!

Sydney: So are you apart of the greek life here?

Taylor: Yeah, I’m in Kappa Delta

Sydney: Cool, what do you think about it?

Taylor: I think it’s cool, I think, um, sometimes it can be a little exclusive so it can leave people out which is shitty but, all in all I think it does give you that base, it gives you a place you know you can come back to and have your friends, it makes it easier to acclimate to college life but definitely theres that exclusivity factor which were definitely trying to work on to mend relations between those in greek life and those who are not.

Sydney: Okay cool, so what do you think the cons are?

Taylor: Well like I said about the exclusivity, it’s expensive so, that makes it a financial burden, makes it exclusive as well, um with dues, and then parties aren’t exclusive but like obviously if you’re not in a sorority you don’t feel comfortable going at the beginning of a party which can be shitty, um, all in all we just need to work on our inclusivity of making sure were not making it an exclusive thing but just a thing where if you want to join you can join and if not that’s totally fine. But there are some dope GDIs which is god damn independent girls who aren’t in the sororities.

Sydney: Do you think that the greek life is relatively safe here? In terms of sexual harassment or other problems that colleges tend to face.

Taylor: Well I think on any college campus there are shitty… parts, um, you know, sexual assault and stuff, but thats not a predominant thing in our campus, it does happen here which is super unfortunate, but, all in all I think its safe, um, the LUPD, Lehigh University Police Department like, circles around on party nights so there’s always that higher authority figure in close proximity to any party, but definitely you have to know your where about… you need to know, the state your in so you don’t get taken advantage of. And that should be anywhere not just in college but, going out in the city, going out with friends, like going to any bars, the same problems that any college campus unfortunately applies here too you know?

Sydney: So do you think things that colleges do such as the alcohol safety course required at most schools now helped you at all?

Taylor: I mean, no, I think that’s kind of like sex ed, like, you get told to use condoms but often times people don’t so its one of those things you just need to know you have to be careful but when you’re doing it and you’re with your friends, easily influenced, it gets hard to keep up with that, I think it’s good that we do it because at least we tried but definitely not the most effective in regards to people actually monitoring their drinking in a safe way.

Sydney: Right, I totally agree. Also you said Greek life was expensive, what did you mean like that? Is it more expensive than dorming or where do the costs come in I guess.

Taylor: We have to pay dues, monthly dues, so if you’re in the house you’re paying for a meal plan, which is fine cause thats like the same costs maybe a little less than what you pay for the lehigh meal plan, but the dues are monthly and those are like hundreds of dollars a month so

Sydney: What are the dues for?

Taylor: Like, social fees, date party shirts, making repairs to the house, just like things that are more influencing you definitely but everyone has to contribute thats what makes the house run you know, and every house on the hill, and sorority or fraternity on campus has dues. On any college campus so. That’s the way, you need money for it to run, you know you can’t say “were kappa delta but we have 0 dollars” like, kinda makes it, no.

Sydney: So have you been in a sorority since freshman year?

Taylor: Yeah I rushed freshman fall so

Sydney: Cool what made you decide to do it in the first place?

Taylor: I like it, like I’m very social so, if you like being social and going out definitely is a outlet there but also I like having a base to rely on, thats just me so, for that reason but I definitely branched out more this year which I like as well.

Sydney: So what are the things you like about Lehigh in general? And what do you dislike?

Taylor: I like the travel abroad, theres a huge emphasis on that, they make it pretty easy to do that, and like classes, good classes good professors, and I do like the greek life, it’s a big part of our culture, and every good thing always has cons so I think it’s still a good thing. And I like the people, the people are open minded. The cons, a lot of people are open minded but theres also close minded people which is shitty, that don’t really get up and coming trends, um, I think its a wealthy school predominantly so if you’re not from that bracket you can definitely feel a little left out, um, so those are things we can work on, definitely, and greek life like I said definitely isn’t the most inclusive so thats definitely a con too. As much as it can be a pro its a con in that way.

Sydney: Cool! So you said earlier you’re from New York City, correct?

Taylor: Yeah I’m from the upper West side, go New York City! Go Rangers!

Sydney: So how was it adjusting to living in this more suburban area?

Taylor: Totally, so I went to boarding school in Southboro Mass, I spent 4 years in suburban life so it wasn’t much of an acclimation process, I had been living alone since I was 14, so.

Sydney: Cool, so what brought you here tonight!

Taylor: Date party! Which are like really fun social events where a fraternity rents out a bar, open bar it gets people together, get to let lose a little bit and you get to dress up, so I came with my friends to the date party here to sigma fi which is really fun.

Sydney: How’s it going so far tonight

Taylor: Going well, my liver is in a really dire predicament right now but, ill hopefully live to see another day you know. But I’m having a lot of fun, it’s nice to get to dress up and let lose a little but like I said before.

Sydney: What’s the party life usually like here?

Taylor: We’re a big party school, you know, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays always something going on, also sometimes Wednesdays so. You don’t want to take too many days off

Sydney: What other school were you looking at when you were applying places?

Taylor: So my Mom went to NYU so I didn’t really give it as much credit as I should have because I wanted to branch off but now in hindsight definitely would love to be in the city, I looked at Tulane, Bucknell, Colgate, um Columbia briefly but I didn’t even end up applying, um but I applied ED to Lehigh so I got in ED 1, Early decision first app like first chance I got in, and yeah so, by that point EA to Tulane and I got in there but I had to withdraw my application because I got in here ED 1 and when you get in ED you’re saying if I get in Im going to withdraw from other schools so. My college process was definitely less stressful because I got in so early So I wasn’t worried

Sydney: What were you looking at when you were applying to schools?

Taylor: The size, the culture, things I thought were important good academics, good fun social scene,

Sydney: Did you want to stay in the city?

Taylor: No. I wanted to get away from home. For sure. Also I was used to being away from home already so. But in hindsight the city is so dope.

Sydney: Were you considering places out west at all? Or just east coast.

Taylor: At first I wanted to go to California, so badly, didn’t end up applying to one school, saw Lehigh fell in love, kept it in the north east, and got In here ed 1 so. But yeah UCLA, USC, were schools I was really considering heavily, especially usc and ucla. Thats what I just said, im redundant, but

Sydney: Do you think that greek life here is a necessary thing to participate in and gives you a leg up?

Taylor: I mean definitely socially it makes it easier because your sorority will have parties but if you’re a GDI and you’re a bad bitch and you know yourself you can make it work plenty of people do here, you can still go out all our parties are open so yes they’re like scheduled with the sorority and fraternity but like at the end of the day they’re not going to turn you down especially if you’re a girl, its much harder to be a guy and not be in a frat I’d say. Being a girl you’re a girl, you kind of do whatever you want because you’re a girl and theres that sexuality of it where were not gonna turn away a girl especially a good looking girl or a cool girl but if you’re a guy, yeah it definitely hinders your ability because people would be like what frat are you in like why are you at our frat you know, like and that masculinity factor has been prevalent I think since fraternities started. So, its unfortunate but thats the way the cookie fucking crumbles.

Sydney: Also, I forgot to ask, what’s your major?

Taylor: Political science, pre law track

Matthew

Sydney: Hey, so what’s your first and last name?

Matt: Matthew, Fang

Sydney: Cool, and uh, how old are you?

Matt: I’m 20

Sydney: And how long have you been at Lehigh?

Matt: Um this is my third year so I’m a junior. Graduating with the class of 2020.

Sydney: Okay, so are you apart of greek life here?

Matt: Yes, I am.

Sydney: What frat are you in? Matt: I’m in Si U

Sydney: What are the pros of being in greek life here?

Matt: Um, the pros are definitely going to parties and stuff like that, we have access to going out all the time, theres always like, so many options, like obviously I don’t go to all my parties like I go to see friends here and there, but like, theres definitely like, you definitely have the ability to go out. Like previously Taylor said that it can be difficult for boys to get into parties, once you’re in a fraternity you automatically go to your own parties its just like that, um, the cons I would say are that definitely at the fraternities here, I don’t know about most but out fraternity in general Im not trying to talk shit, I’m just being honest, is like, that, they expect a lot out of you, like you to take the time out of your life and your schedule to do things for the chapter or door when there are parties, especially during pledging its like twenty thousand times worse, you’re expected to also door during pledging events and you just like show up to pledging events, and help out

Sydney: It sounds kind of like an internship then

Matt: I mean kind of, exactly its like a job. And this year I’m living off campus so I don’t have to deal with that bullshit.

Sydney: So overall, do you like being in a frat? Matt: Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. I sometimes wish I was in a different frat, obviously.

Sydney: What makes others different from yours, and what are the aspects that make you not like yours as much?

Matt: Just like everybody takes shit so seriously, like Im not the type of person to take stuff so seriously all the time, the only thing that I take seriously are my academics so. Like this I just can’t take seriously because like in the grand scheme of things it’s just not the biggest deal in the world.

Sydney: What’s your major?

Matt: I’m an econ major

Sydney: How do you like the Econ track here?

Matt: It’s like okay. It’s like annoying at this school because they give you so many requirements that you have to take beforehand and I had to take at least 10 classes just so I could take my major classes, so it’s annoying but its whatever

Sydney: Where are you originally from? Matt: I’m from Long Island, New York, in Dix Hills

Sydney: What do you like about your school?

Matt: I like that, like honestly I don’t really even know what I like about this school, like honestly after this year Ive started to hate everyone at this school. That’s why I’m fucking going abroad and Fing the fuck out, checking my bags because this fucking school.

Sydney: Where are you going abroad?

Matt: Barcelona

Sydney: Do you speak Spanish?

Matt: Yes, I can speak Spanish (starts to speak in Spanish)

Sydney: You live off campus this year right? Matt: Yeah, I moved off campus and I like it SO much better, like obviously Im closer to all the parties, I’m VERY close to my classes, like I walk to my classes and it’s a two minute walk. Depending on what building it’s in. So I don’t really have any problems with getting to my classes, and it’s a perfect location, perfect. So Im super happy.

Sydney: Were you in a double or a triple last year? Matt: I was in a single actually

Sydney: Cool, so you don’t really like anything about Lehigh, why? Like what specifically do you not like

Matt: I feel like the people are so competitive and cut throat here, like its a very cut throat environment. Like socially, and academically. The academics, like people do not help each other out, I know I’m like that too sometimes but like, I’ve had friends where I help them out and stuff, and, with exams and stuff, and when I ask for help they don’t even help me, you know, it’s so annoying.

Sydney: Is there anything else besides the people?

Matt: I mean, like what Taylor said about the parties, like, if you show up to another party, some guys in other fraternities are like what the fuck are you doing here, like what frat are you in, and that sucks in that situation. But I don’t really have as many problems with that anymore cause like a lot of people know who I am here

Sydney: You would agree that girls have an easier time getting in then right

Matt: for SURE, I mean depending on the girl of course, if she’s annoying or ugly, I mean I’m just being honest, um, like Carly is a slut for example, she will not be getting in anywhere.

Sydney: And do you think if you hadn’t joined greek life you would have trouble getting in?

Matt: I mean probably

Sydney: So overall do you think that greek life is a pretty big part of this school?

Matt: I mean I think it is in a sense, that parties, like if you want to go out obviously if you’re not in a fraternity you’re not going to be able to get in anywhere, like unless you’re friends with someone thats in that house. But like I definitely think it helps life socially, but academically in like the scheme of things its just not, cause apparently according to like statistics, a lot of people go here who aren’t involved in greek life.

Sydney: Are drugs a big part of the party culture here? Matt: I mean, if you mean like marijuana, then obviously yeah thats a big thing, cocaine is very prevalent here as well, I mean

Sydney: Cool, anything else you want to add? Matt: You’re dope as fuck

Sydney: Thanks so much!! And thanks for the interview!

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