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Takeshi & Keisuke - Falling Into My Heart

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader x Keisuke Takahashi | Love Triangle | (Keisuke's Ending Here!) | (Takeshi's Ending Here!) • Word Count: 10,671. • Synopsis: In which the life long best friend of a certain GT-R racer holds hidden feelings for him but his sudden interest in Shingo's childhood friend leaves her feeling sad and jealous, which doesn't go unnoticed by a blonde FD racer who, after spending time with her, both start to gain feelings for each other. Will the girl end up choosing her best friend, or the blonde she had also come to love?

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Takeshi and (Y/N) have known each other since their first year in elementary school. They have been stuck together like glue ever since. However, when they both started high school, (Y/N) fell for Takeshi pretty hard. She was too nervous and scared to talk to him about it, in fear that he wouldn't feel the same. Even so, she still stuck by him and kept her true feelings to herself. Their lives continued on like normal, except for one small little detail. A detail that (Y/N) does not know about, nor has it yet happened.

Takeshi's taken interest in Sayuki from Impact Blue. Will this be the little push she needs to confess her feelings to her best friend, or will she come to accept they will be nothing more than that and move on to loving someone else?

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"Hey, Takeshi?"

"What's up?" he glanced at (Y/N) before focusing back on the GT-R's engine.

"Who are these Emperor guys we're going to see tonight?" (Y/N) asked curiously as she sat on some spare tires in the garage.

"Their team consists of only Lan-Evos. They go around prefectures to race against the local teams on their home courses. My best guess is that they want to prove they're the superior team and above others. It's like they have an Evo complex and have to be the best. They already beat our ass on Myogi. One of the guys has a knack for taking the opponent's sticker, cutting it, then putting it on his car's wing upside down. He's got ours added to his collection too." Takeshi explained with an annoyed expression.

"Well, someone will beat them eventually. Maybe the 8-6 will tonight! That'll teach them." (Y/N) hopefully exclaimed.

He nodded in agreement and said, "If Fujiwara can't beat them, I don't know who can. That kid is unnatural."

As Takeshi continued working on the R32, him and (Y/N) made small talk, and she occasionally handed him tools and various parts he needed for the car. She had spaced out at some point and thought of telling Takeshi how she felt about him, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet. Takeshi noticed she looked like she wanted to say something but kept reconsidering.

"Something on your mind?" he nudged her shoulder. He played around with some parts on the table that stood next to the tires she is sitting on.

"Uh, not really. Just thinking." (Y/N) shook her head a bit. Takeshi raised an eyebrow and looked at her unconvinced.

"You know you can talk to me about anything."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to figure this out for myself first, then I'll tell you." The tone of her voice made it clear she finally decided on what to do. Takeshi smiled to himself and shook his head lightly. She's a stubborn one when she wants to be.

"Hey, do you know what time it is?" he questioned as he moved over to the black GT-R.

"Time for you to get a watch, mister." (Y/N) smirked when he gave her an unimpressed expression. She checked her phone.

"Six-thirty."

"Thanks. Do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head over to Akina?"

"Ooh, yeah, I'm starving." Nodding eagerly, she stood up and stretched.

"Good, let's head out. I just finished." Closing the hood of the car, he grabbed the keys. (Y/N) clapped and skipped to the outside of the garage. Takeshi got in and backed the car out. She closed the garage door and hopped into the passenger seat. Once settled, they left Takeshi's place and headed out.

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They talked along the way, making the trip fly by a lot faster. Pulling into a small restaurant, they got out of the 3-2 and went inside. As the two of them ordered and ate their food, they talked about cars and races. A typical topic to talk about for car enthusiasts if you ask me.

(Y/N) checked the time on her phone again. "Hey, Tak, it's 8:15. Should we head up to Akina?"

He nodded and put his drink down. "Sure. I'm ready when you are." Both getting up at the same time, the paid for the food at the counter then left. Back in the 3-2, they headed for Akina. On the way up, a lot of people were already there on the sidelines. It was almost a never-ending wall of people. I guess these Emperor guys are popular. Especially since the 8-6 is racing them.

Staring out the passenger window as her thoughts rolled around in her head, she thought about what these Lan-Evo guys were like and if Fujiwara would win. Soon enough, Takeshi and (Y/N) reached the top of Akina. The Emperors were already there and the 8-6... was not.

Maybe he likes to show up fashionably late on purpose. (Y/N) smiled a bit in amusement. She noticed all the other local teams came to watch as well. The rest of the NightKids, the SpeedStars, and even the RedSuns. Takeshi parked the car next to his team and they both got out.

"Hey guys." He greeted his team and they did the same in return. (Y/N) hung around the guys for while just listening to their conversations. Sometime later, Shingo came around with a girl following him. He exchanged some words with the team before introducing her.

"This is Sayuki. She's a childhood friend of mine." He nodded his head in her direction.

"Hi there." She smiled to the guys and it made (Y/N) feel uneasy. She was wearing a tight tank top, short skirt, and heels as well.

"Uh, hey." Takeshi slightly raised a hand and had a small blush on his cheeks. As everyone else was talking with Sayuki, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling of something. What was it? She doesn't know. All she knows is she doesn't like the reaction Takeshi had.

What if he ends up liking her? Surely, he can't be interested in someone who's that adamant for attention. She would just go around and play him when she gets bored. (Y/N)'s expression turned to a slight frown as she let her thoughts run rampant. The more and more she thought about this girl, the more of that feeling she got. Is she jealous? (Y/N) never gets jealous; or so she thought.

She brought her gaze to Takeshi. He wasn't blushing anymore, but he was definitely looking at Sayuki with what appears to be interest. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Takeshi looked over to (Y/N).

"What's up? Are you alright?" he noticed the expression she wore.

"I'm okay, just a bit bored. I'm going to go look at some other cars here and talk with some friends for a little while." She spoke.

"Okay, you know where I'll be." Takeshi smiled and gave her a side hug. She smiled and returned the hug before heading off. (Y/N) slowly made her way around looking at cars she's only really seen from far away. She eventually made her way to her friends in the SpeedStars. Looks like Fujiwara showed up already.

"Hi guys." She waved to the four guys.

"Why hello there, lovely lady, how are you this fine evening?" Itsuki said first with a grin on his face.

"I'm alright. How are you guys doing?"

"We're good, just nervous about the race. These Emperor guys aren't playing around." Kenji said with a worried expression. As (Y/N) talked with the guys, Takumi was completely spaced out with that blank look on his face.

I wish I could do that to pass the time quickly. She thought to herself. She eventually parted ways with the SpeedStars and went back to the NightKids. Halfway through walking back she noticed how intrigued Takeshi was. Her face went sullen and she decided to walk somewhere else.

She went to a guardrail and sat down, facing the road and everyone else. Bringing her legs up to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees. I figured this would happen at some point. All because I'm too scared to tell Takeshi I like him. Now he is finding someone he seems interested in and what can I do about it? I don't want to ruin anything for him; I'd hate myself if I did that. But I don't want him with anyone else, as selfish as that sounds. She glared at Sayuki as she mentally talked to herself. She was too distracted doing that and didn't realize someone walked up to her.

"Hey." (Y/N) was nudged on the shoulder with something. Looking to her right she saw a good-looking guy with spiky, dirty blonde hair holding a small can of coffee out to her.

"Hi." She brought her gaze to his meet his.

"Coffee? You look like you could use it." He motioned it towards her a little more.

"Uh, sure. Thank you." (Y/N) took the can and opened it. Isn't he from the RedSuns? He looks familiar. As if the man could read her mind, he spoke.

"I'm Keisuke Takahashi, I'm with the Akagi RedSuns." He sat down next to her and held his hand out. Ah-huh, so it is him. (Y/N) took his hand and shook it.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I have no car or a team so, I don't race." She replied awkwardly and he chuckled.

"I see that. You came with Nakazato, right?" Keisuke took a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah." She answered shortly, remembering what she was jealous of and took a sip of coffee as well.

"You look like you're planning someone's death. Is it his, or the chick he's talking with?"

This guy read through (Y/N) like a book. "As of right now, hers. The way she's dressed and looking at him makes me uneasy. I don't like it." Resting her chin back on her knees, (Y/N) stares at the girl with such intensity she could burst into flames. I wish she would right now.

"Are you and Nakazato dating?" Keisuke questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I wish.

"No, we're not. We've been best friends since elementary school and have stuck together ever since," she paused for a moment, "But now... I think that might start to fade." Her voice cracked and her eyes began to get watery with tears. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, (Y/N) felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.

She tilted her head enough to see Keisuke through her hair. He had a sympathetic expression as he looked down at her then it changed to an annoyed one when he looked towards Takeshi. He kept quiet, rubbing her arm in an up and downward motion comfortingly. The two of them sat together, drinking their coffee in silence.

The race between Takumi and Emperor had already started was nearly finished. (Y/N) and Keisuke finished their coffee as someone announced that Takumi had won the battle. Some people cheered and others did not. Everyone started to head home now that it was over.

Keisuke was the first to stand and held his hand out for (Y/N). Taking it, he helped her up.

"Thanks." She gave him a small smile and he did the same.

"Mhmm."

"I'm going to head back. Thank you for the hanging out – and the coffee." She added.

"Yeah, no problem (Y/N). I'm sure things will work itself out for you." He gave her a nod and went back to his car and team. She nodded to herself as she walked over to Takeshi.

Only he wasn't there; none of his team was either. He's gone? He left already? Stopping in her tracks, surprise plastered on her features as her eyes glistened with sadness.

"Keisuke." Ryosuke nudged him.

"Yeah?" he looked to his brother who was pointing behind him. Keisuke turned around and saw (Y/N) standing in place. She was staring where Nakazato is- well, was. Where the hell is he? He didn't actually leave her here, did he? He looked around for the black GT-R, but it was nowhere to be found. What the hell? The bastard actually did.

Keisuke let out an angry "Hmph" and got into his yellow FD, starting it up. He drove over to (Y/N), rolling down his driver side window. "Hey." (Y/N) slowly turned her head to look at him. "Hop in; I'll take you home." Keisuke softened his tone. She nodded absentmindedly; her shoulders drooping as she walked to the other side of the car. Passing in front of the headlights, her sad features and glassy tears were illuminated by the light for a moment.

The passenger door opened with a soft click and she got in. (Y/N) was careful not to slam it shut, then buckled herself in quietly. Keisuke pulled out onto the road and followed it down the mountain pass.

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The car ride was silent, minus the occasional turbo whistles coming from the FD. As they neared the bottom of the pass, Keisuke was almost too nervous to ask for directions to get (Y/N) home, but she piped up when they reached the first stop light.

"Right." Keisuke turned. "Go straight for a while." He continued on and they drove through the outskirts of Shibukawa until they got to Nakajuku, the city Takeshi and (Y/N) lived in. It's almost in the middle of all the major places like Myogi, Akina, and Shibukawa.

"Left at this light." (Y/N) suddenly spoke and Keisuke almost jumped. The light turned green and he turned the corner. "Right at the first road then another right into the apartment complex." She said quietly, but it was loud enough to hear clearly. Keisuke pulled the car into the complex and his first thought when his headlights lit up the building was: It looks a bit shabby and in bad condition. It's small as hell, too.

"Thank you, Keisuke." (Y/N) hesitated a moment before saying his name, like she was going to say Takeshi out of habit. She unbuckled herself and got out of the FD.

"Wait! Uh, here, take this." He reached into the glovebox and grabbed a small piece of paper and a pen, scribbling something down. He handed it to (Y/N) and said, "If you need anything, call me." He smiled reassuringly. She returned the smile with a soft one and took the paper. Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk through her apartment door safely, before backing out and leaving.

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"So, Takeshi. How would you personally want to ask her out?" Sayuki took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't know, really. There's a lot of ways I'd do it, but I at least want to do it in some kind of nice setting, I suppose. That's why I'm asking you. I know (Y/N) pretty damn well but I don't know what she'd like for this kind of thing." Takeshi drummed his finger on the table as he explained.

"Well, for me and a lot of girls, we do like romantic settings. Of course, we all have different preferences on how we define romantic. Normally, you would think of a fancy restaurant or a walk on the beach, but she might find a road trip or street race to be her vision of romantic." He nodded and thought about what Sayuki was telling him.

You would think I'd know exactly what (Y/N) likes, but this is a little nerve-racking. What if I mess something up or it's not up to her expectation of a perfect date? Hell, what if she doesn't want to date me at all and just stay as friends?

Sayuki snapped her fingers in front of Takeshi, pulling him from his thoughts. "Earth to Takeshi, are you even listening? Do you want advice or not?" Leaning back, she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking of possibilities."

"How about this, why don't you take her out places? Dedicate a weekend to go somewhere different, see new things, go out for food, then ask her out. Pay attention to her expressions and tone of voice. You'll know she's happy when you see it. If she's having a great time and likes being around you for this sort of thing, I'm sure she'd love to go out with you. Popping the question after everything you two did would make her day."

"Yeah. That actually sounds rather good. I like that, a lot." Sighing a bit in relief, he now had a good idea of how to ask her out. Now all I need is to figure out what (Y/N) would want to do for a weekend. Maybe go to Tokyo? "I just have to figure out what she would want to do, make a list, then put it into effect."

"Don't just ask her what she'd love to do on a weekend straight forward. That'll ruin the surprise. You got to make it subtle. Listen to the little details, and any additions she mentions. Say she wants to go see a popular landmark in the city but then mentions there is a little shop she heard of close by that she's wanted to visit. Take her to both." Sayuki took another sip of coffee. Takeshi nodded and hummed in agreement. They sat in silence for a minute before he asked, "Hey, what time is it?"

She checked her watch. "Eleven-thirty."

"Hmm. The race is probably done by now- Shit!"

"What?" she raised an eyebrow as he panicked.

"I left (Y/N) on the mountain." He looked at Sayuki with wide eyes. "I was too distracted trying to make things better and I forgot the one person I'm trying to impress. Damn it Takeshi, you're a dumbass." He said to himself as he panicked.

"Nice going, hotshot. Well don't just sit there, go get her. I'll call Mako to pick me up, don't worry about it." She waved him off, and he left right away.

Shit, shit, shit. God, I'm so sorry (Y/N). Takeshi tried calling her as he quickly moved to the 3-2. She didn't answer. Either her phone is off, on silent, she's got a ride home and is sleeping, or she's missing. Fuck, I hope it's not that last one. Takeshi drove to Akina as fast as possible and sped up more once he reached the bottom of the course.

He reached the top of the mountain and saw no one there. The man tried calling again and still nothing. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Where are you, (Y/N)? he called three more times before driving back down Akina and heading to her apartment.

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Parking and shutting the car off, Takeshi ran up the stairs to (Y/N)'s door. He knocked, but not too loudly to wake everyone else. When a couple minutes passed and there was no answer, Takeshi looked through the keys on the keychain and found the one to her door. He unlocked it and went in. They gave each other the keys to their places so they could come over any time and if there was ever an emergency - like right now.

Shutting the door quietly, Takeshi flipped a light on in the living room. With no one there, he walked to (Y/N)'s room; it was closed. He quietly opened it and walked in. He immediately sighed in relief, leaning his head back against the door and whispered, "Oh, thank god." The light from the window dimly shined on her face.

Takeshi silently moved over to (Y/N) and kneeled down next to her. Gently, he weaved his fingers through hers and brought another hand to her face. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he noticed the faint line of dried tears than ran down them. He winced at the thought of him being the cause of that.

Takeshi moved his hand from her cheek to her hair and gently moved his fingers through it to not wake her. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers for a moment before leaving a light kiss on it. He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it as well before quietly standing back up.

He went back to the living room, grabbing a small piece of paper and wrote on it. Once he was done, he took it to (Y/N)'s room and set it next to her phone on the nightstand. Takeshi gave her one last gentle kiss on the forehead before leaving, shutting her bedroom door on the way out. Locking the front door to the apartment, he walked down the stairs to his GT-R, started it up and drove home.

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The alarm clock rung out in the once peaceful silence. (Y/N) groaned and slapped the nightstand repeatedly until she hit the off button on the clock. "Stupid thing." She sat up slowly and stretched the sleep away. She crawled out of bed and grabbed her phone, seeing a paper sit next to it. She picked it up and read it.

(Y/N), I fucked up and I know you're probably pissed with me, but I need to explain everything first. I did leave and intended to come back to get you by the time the race was finished. I lost track of time and you were gone when I got to the top of the mountain and I didn't know what happened to you. I tried calling and got nothing, so I panicked. I didn't know if you went missing or not, so I came over to check. I know it's weird that I was in here in the middle of night without waking you up, but I had to make sure you were okay. Come over to my place and I promise I'll explain everything. – Takeshi.

She sighed and put the note down. I have work; I'll talk to him afterwards. Saying that, she went to start her routine. Walking out the door twenty minutes later, (Y/N) walked to her job; A small coffee shop. Arriving in about fifteen minutes, she walked to the back to change into her uniform.

She punched in and headed to the counter to start taking orders. She made about twenty-five coffees before she saw someone with familiar blonde hair walk in. After serving the current customer, he gave a quick thanks and left, revealing Keisuke.

"Hi, Keisuke." (Y/N) smiled as she greeted him.

"Oh, hey (Y/N). I didn't know you work here." He wore a surprised expression that quickly shifted to a warm smile.

"Yep. I've been here for a few years now."

"Huh. I've never seen you any of the previous times I've been in here."

"Maybe I was in the back or off of work, then," she shrugged, "can I get you anything?"

"Uh, a large vanilla latte, if you will."

"Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well. Those are my favourite." (Y/N) gave him a cheesy smile and Keisuke returned it along with a laugh. He looks good when he smiles. He's got a nice laugh, too, she thought to herself with a small blush as she made the drink. (Y/N) handed the cup to Keisuke and he spoke with a playful tone. "Thank you, m'lady."

"Of course, m'lord." She played along, blushing when he winked at her as he walked to a table in the back. Continuing on with her orders, (Y/N) occasionally took small glances over to Keisuke, watching him stare out the window with a thoughtful look. She looked away when he turned her direction.

(Y/N) focused on work for the next few minutes before looking to Keisuke again, thinking he was looking at the window. However, when she made eye contact with him, she then knew otherwise. She blushed bright red and he smiled a bit. Whether it was in amusement or admiration, she didn't know.

Sometime later, Keisuke came back up to the counter. Is he getting another one? (Y/N) helped the few customers she already had before he was next in line. "Another latte?" she tilted her head in question.

"Nah, I need a large cappuccino. It's for Kenta; he's always tired as hell when he comes into work. The guy always looks like he'd pass out any minute when he walks in." The both of them chuckled as she rung up the order. He paid for it and she started making it. Handing it over a minute later, Keisuke asked, "Can I also get the pretty girl's number?" he wore a half-smile and half-smirk like he couldn't figure out which expression he wanted to have more.

"You gave me yours; I can text you and you'll have it." (Y/N) replied with an amused face.

"Yeah, but there's something about getting her number written down and handed to you. It just hits different, you know?" he finally settled for a smirk.

"Hmm." She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pen and paper from a note pad, writing down her phone number. Tearing the page, she handed it to him.

"See? It just feels so nice." Keisuke said as he took it.

"Yeah, yeah, go to work." (Y/N) waved him off and he gave one more chuckle before heading out, waving his hand in a "see you later" gesture.

The hours continued on and it slowly came time for (Y/N)'s shift to end. Punching out and changing back into her day clothes, she remembered she was going to see Takeshi about the note he wrote.

The walk from the coffee shop to his house was about the same time it took to get to her apartment. Her thoughts ran wild and she wondered what he would say, what she would say and how it would end. Time flew rather quickly while she was in thought and was at Takeshi's place in no time.

The black 3-2 in the driveway indicated he was here. Passing it, she went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She waited a few seconds before it opened, revealing Takeshi.

"Hey (Y/N), how are you?" he motioned for her to come inside and she complied.

"I'm alright, and you?" she took her shoes off.

"I'm fine. Do you want anything to drink?" he asked as she followed behind him.

"Water is good." (Y/N) replied as she walked over to the couch. Takeshi sat down a minute later and handed it to her. "Thanks," she smiled, taking it, "I read the note you left as well."

"Yeah, uh, sorry if it was weird or creepy doing that and not waking you up. You looked tired so I didn't want to bother you." Takeshi rubbed the back of his neck with a small blush.

"It's okay." (Y/N) chuckled. "I'm also sorry for not coming back up to Akina earlier. Shingo brought a friend and introduced her and I kind of got into talking with her pretty quickly. We ended up going down for coffee then to drive back up when the race was finished, but that obviously didn't go as planned."

"What did you both talk about?" she asked as she stared at the glass in her hands.

"I asked her for advice." Takeshi stated simply. What kind of advice would make him want to go all the way down for coffee and not just ask for it where we were?

"What kind?" she pressed.

"Just cooking advice." Takeshi shrugged and looked calm about it. (Y/N)'s expression went from a simple raised eyebrow to full blown confusion.

"Cooking advice... really?" she looked at him, her expression and tone saying, are you serious?

"Yeah."

"You could've just asked me for that, dummy." (Y/N) burst out laughing at the ridiculous answer.

"Hey, maybe I wanted to make one of everything you liked and surprise you with it. I wouldn't want to ask how to make everything and then give it you the next day. That would give away the surprise." Takeshi explained, keeping a straight face as best as possible.

"You left me on a mountain for cooking advice." (Y/N) brought her laughter down to a chuckle. "You're one of a kind, Takeshi. Only you would do something like that."

"I suppose I would. But I am sorry for leaving you there, nonetheless. You didn't walk all the way down Akina though, did you?" his expression held a bit of worry.

"Oh god, no. Keisuke gave me a ride back to my apartment. His team was the last to leave." She replied then took a sip of her water.

"Takahashi?" Takeshi asked, a hint of jealously in his tone.

"Yeah, I met him at the race, and he talked with me when I was kind of moping next to a guardrail. You were with that girl, so I kind of got angsty and sat there pouting." It was now (Y/N)'s turn to rub her neck awkwardly.

"Do you like him?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

"He's nice from what I've seen, but I only met him two days ago. It's not like I'd instantly take a huge liking to him as soon as I meet him. The same goes for anyone." (Y/N) shrugged as she spoke and swirled the water in the glass around. Takeshi only nodded as he thought about it.

She better not like Takahashi. The rich bastard has an attitude as big as his ego. Then again, she said she got jealous when I was talking with Sayuki so... maybe she does like me more than a friend. If so, I can put that plan into effect soon and see how much she really likes me. How the hell am I supposed to subtly ask where she wants to go and what she wants to do though? He was pulled from his thoughts when (Y/N) shook him.

"Are you back from the clouds now?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, thanks to your furious shaking." He said playfully.

"Hey! I didn't shake you too much. It's hard to get you out of dreamland. You're like Takumi. Maybe you two are secretly related. I mean, both your names do start with 'Tak.'" (Y/N) smirked.

"If I were related to Fujiwara, I'm sure I'd be on his level of driving." He said matter of fact.

"True, but maybe you need to drive a Trueno to be on his level."

"I'm not driving some old, outdated piece of crap like that."

"That "old, outdated piece of crap" beat you in a race, genius." (Y/N) laughed when Takeshi gave her a highly unimpressed look.

"Shut up." He muttered and leaned back into the couch, a small pout on his face.

"Aww, is Tak pouting?" she giggled childishly and hugged him.

"I don't pout, I'm not four."

"I don't know, that pout says otherwise." A cheesy grin made its way to her face.

"I'm not pouting!" He groaned and leaned his head back.

"Alright, alright, I believe you." She put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Yeah, sure."

"I think I am going to head home though. I do have work tomorrow and it got late." Getting off the couch, she stretched.

"I can drive you." Following her to the front door, they slipped their shoes on and headed out. Getting to her apartment a few minutes later, she thanked Takeshi for the ride, did her nightly routine and went to bed.

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Well, that was a long day. Stretching her arms as she walked, (Y/N) headed out of the coffee shop. Maybe I can go and pick up something for dinner. I haven't eaten anything outside of grocery stores in a while. She stopped at the end of the sidewalk, waiting for the crosswalk signal to turn green.

A car revved, causing her to turn around. Her eyes landed on the bright yellow FD and Keisuke leaned his head out. "Looks like I caught you just in time, huh?" he put on a charming smile as she made her way over to him.

"Good to see you too." (Y/N) grinned.

"Are you doing anything right now?"

"Nope, I just finished work and was going to get some dinner."

"I know a place we can go to and pick something up." Keisuke suggested.

"Sure, why not?" she smiled, getting in the car when he motioned to the door. As Keisuke drove, she couldn't help but watch how smoothly he did everything. From pushing the clutch in, shifting the gears, and maneuvering around cars, all in one fluid motion. It was almost hypnotizing.

This area is a lot higher end and rich looking. (Y/N) took in the scenery and the buildings, as well as seeing a couple expensive looking cars pass by.

"What area is this?" she faced Keisuke.

"Takasaki. My brother and I live somewhere over there." He pointed in a general direction to his right.

"It's nice here. Everything is in great condition." She said, impressed. Keisuke lightly chuckled at her amazed expression.

"Well, it is a richer area. They have to have everything looking pretty around here." He pulled into a restaurant parking lot and she nodded in acknowledgement. It makes sense; the Takahashi's are rich. Getting out of the FD, she followed Keisuke.

"You like sushi, right?" he asked, looking over to her.

"Yeah, I love it. It's been a while since I've had it." Her smile grew at the thought of eating some again.

"Have you ever been on Akagi?" Keisuke questioned curiously as they walked to the entrance.

"Nope."

"Do you want to get the food to go and eat up there? There's a little shrine we can sit at that's got a nice view." He suggested, a cool and calm demeanor on his features.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." She met his gaze with sparkling eyes and a smile. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice when Keisuke's eyes widened a little and froze in place for a moment.

Damn, she's beautiful.

He insisted on paying to the point he wasn't taking no for answer. (Y/N) gave up on trying to convince him otherwise and ordered what she wanted. He wore a prideful smirk that screamed, "I won." The two of them chatted until they got the food and returned to the FD.

(Y/N) held onto the food as Keisuke drove. Once they reached the bottom of Akagi, she was almost hypnotized again watching him speed up to the top. It was different than driving through the city. His movements were still fluid and smooth, but faster. His left hand is on the wheel one minute and within a second, he shifts, and his hand is back on the wheel.

It's so fast, it almost didn't seem to happen. He's amazing. Who knows how long he had to practice for to drive this smooth and in a rhythm?

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She's been looking at me since we got to the foot of Akagi. Is she watching me drive or spacing out? Either way, she's looking at me and I love it. The blonde smiled but kept it subtle. Slowing down, he turned the car into a parking spot next to the shrine. Keisuke noticed (Y/N) wasn't moving and she was still staring.

Maybe she did space out. He thought for a minute before smirking and pressed the horn for a second making (Y/N) jump and yell. Immediately cracking up, she looked at him with an "are you serious?" expression.

"Your food is mine now." She got out of the car and quickly walked to the stairs of the shrine.

"Hey, no it's not!" Whining, he got out and went after her. She chuckled and took out the containers, handing his over.

"So, what kind of job do you have? You said Kenta works with you, right?" (Y/N) asked curiously then took a bite of her food and Keisuke nodded.

"I own a repair shop not too far from where you work, actually. I took Kenta in when he needed a job like I took him in to teach him to race. Most of the other RedSuns also work there too."

"Aww, that's nice. What kind of repairs? Cars?"

"Yep. They're pretty easy to fix and you're working on something you love so it makes the job seem less like a job." The blonde gave a small shrug as he ate.

"Easy? Cars are so compact together with all their parts. How do you even know what is what, what goes where, and how to not mess it up?" she spoke, a highly confused expression on her features. Keisuke laughed at how cute she was.

"It's a lot easier than it looks. You get used to where everything is after spending time working on them." She nodded with a hum that didn't sound convinced. "You know... if you ever end up hating your job, you could always come work with me. I won't make you play around with the cars, don't worry." He suggested.

"What kind of work would I do then?" she asked, her head, tilted.

"Check people in, write down what they want done on their car, you give us the reports for it, and then we work on it. It's not very glamorous but it could be easy."

"I'll take that into consideration. It sounds a lot better than standing in a coffee shop for ten hours. Probably more fun with your group there as well." She giggled lightly and Keisuke smiled. They finished eating in comfortable silence from there on.

The sun set quickly and the rays of orange and pink across the sky are the only light left. Keisuke's sharp blue eyes landing on (Y/N), he loved looking at her. The soft smile she wore, the sparkle in her eyes, her hair gently being moved by the breeze. My god, she's gorgeous. I want to kiss her.

"(Y/N)." She turned towards him.

"Yea-?" He leaned in and cut her off as his lips touched hers. So soft. She froze for a moment before relaxing. When he pulled away, he saw her eyes wide with surprise.

"Uh, sorry. You're just... beautiful." The blonde chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, embarrassed.

"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that." She blushed. "And thank you, you are too; i-in a guy way, obviously." She replied with a stutter. He hummed at her cute response. It only made her blush more to the point she looked like a tomato.

As they sat in silence, Keisuke decided it would be a good time to tell her. "I like you. A lot, actually. I didn't think I'd end up falling for someone else after I broke up with my previous girlfriend. After I started racing, it was all I wanted to do. But you managed to work your way into my head and now you're all I think about. Almost everything reminds me of you." He played with his fingers as he explained, getting glances at her every couple seconds.

Her soft features were a bit shocked before turning into that bright smile the man started to love so much. "I really like you too, Keisuke. You are an amazing person. You're not bad like a lot of people say you are, you're a nice guy." She put one of her soft hands on his, linking their fingers together. Keisuke closed his, interlocking them and the tips resting on the back of her hand.

They turned more towards each other, eyes making contact. Slowly, the blonde moved his other hand to the back of her neck. Her silky hair was weaved through his fingers. Glancing at her eyes and lips, he started to lean in, and she did the same. As their lips barely brushed against each other's, they paused for a moment. After looking into her eyes one more time, Keisuke finally pressed his lips onto her soft ones.

They molded together perfectly. Every movement, every angle, it was perfect; not one flaw. (Y/N) brought her other hand up, running her fingers through his soft, spiky hair. He loved the feel of it, sighing blissfully into the kiss, making it a little rougher. He pulled away, changing the angle before reattaching their lips all in one swift motion.

They kissed for what felt like hours. (Y/N) moved and tugged on his hair making him moan loudly into the kiss. Keisuke instantly froze and she pulled away with surprise. She looked at him and he turned red. Thank god its dark out.

"S-sorry." (Y/N) said sheepishly. Did I do that? He actually liked it, though, I think. It was an accident.

"N-no, no, i-it's fine. I-i uh- well... umm... y-yeah." He stuttered, not knowing what to say. Fuck, way to go Keisuke. "Should I, uh, take you home? It's probably late for you." He asked awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Y-yeah, sure. Thanks." Standing up, the two walked to the FD that sat, waiting patiently. Getting in, they sat in a silence that was kind of awkward. None of them said anything as the blonde took her home.

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"Thanks for the ride, and sorry about earlier." She rubbed her neck as she stood next to the driver side.

"It's fine, I didn't know I'd do that, honestly." He chuckled. "I'll see you around then sometime?"

"Yeah, definitely." (Y/N) smiled to him and he returned it along with a nod. She headed up to her apartment after that and Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk in the door before he left.

Tonight, was fun. Keisuke's a great guy; and kisser too. She blushed at the memory. Pulling her phone out to check the time she notices a missed call notification and instantly pales. Everything around her freezes, time feels like it stopped, and she is eternally stuck looking at her phone. The only thing she can hear, and feel is her heart beating heavily against her chest and the dread creeping into her heart and head. The dread of feeling like she betrayed him with what she did. Betraying the one she really loves.

Slowly walking to her bedroom, she can only think of how angry and betrayed he's going to feel when he finds out. Whether it's her that tells him or something else. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the side of the bed she stared at the wall, thinking of all the possibilities that could or would happen, what Takeshi would say and do.

Would he leave her? Ignore her, block her number and run away? She can't even imagine that; what she would do if that happened. She would die inside more than she already is. She could only hope he'd forgive her. She was caught up in the moment. She didn't fully think it through that Keisuke was confessing that he loved her. She should've realized when they kissed. God, Takeshi is going to hate her. Not only did she betray him like this, she kissed his enemy.

(Y/N) stayed in that one spot all night. She couldn't move, she didn't feel like she deserved to sleep. She felt like she deserved to stay up and wallow in her guilt. She called her boss saying she couldn't make it into work the next day. Setting her phone back down in front of her, she stared at it. The notification that was there, haunted her.

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"Hi! What can I get for you?" the barista at the counter spoke cheerfully.

"I was wondering if (Y/N) was in today?" Takeshi asked.

"No, she called in sick earlier this morning. She didn't sound good at all." A quick flash of worry ran through his head.

"Alright, thanks." Replying a bit short, he immediately left. He was definitely not getting a good feeling from this as he hurried over to his GT-R, driving to (Y/N)'s.

At her door, he knocked and waited. (Y/N), still in the same spot, the same position she was since last night, didn't move. Hearing the knocks made her thoughts run wild.

What if it was him? What if he found out?

"What if" was the only thing she could think of. All of the bad possibilities, and not a single good one. She didn't dare move if it was Takeshi waiting out there, waiting to- "(Y/N), you in there? You okay?"

He was worried.

Maybe he wasn't waiting to yell at her. She wanted to let him in but didn't know if she could handle how he'd react when he sees her. He called her name again. "If you don't answer, I'm going to let myself in." Takeshi waited another minute and sighed, finding the key to the door and unlocking it.

(Y/N) shrunk further into the blanket that was wrapped around her as she heard him walk in. With no one in the first half of the apartment, Takeshi went straight to her room. The closed door being the only separation between them.

"(Y/N)? You in here?" asking lightly, he listened for any kind of sound. Hearing a small, scared whine, he opened he the door. Seeing her curled up with a hand on each side of her head, he rushed over to her.

"Hey, what happened? You alright? Did someone do something to you?" he asked frantically, gently holding her face with one hand on each side of her cheeks. She shook her head and whispered, "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean to" over and over.

"Talk to me, please. I'm sure what ever happened isn't your fault." Takeshi reasoned with a light tone.

"I-I can't... Y-you're going to h-hate me." She stuttered, still whispering.

"(Y/N), I can never hate you. You know that. I love you too damn much to hate you. Now talk to me, please?" as he spoke, he gently ran his fingers through her hair. She stayed quiet for a minute, but the motion seemed to have calmed her down slightly.

"I kissed Keisuke." (Y/N) reluctantly told Takeshi the entire story, not being able to look him in the eye as she did so. She didn't want to know what expression he had. She kissed his enemy, why wouldn't he be pissed?

"You think I'm going to hate you for kissing Takahashi?" was the first thing he said. Hesitantly looking up at him, he didn't look angry but maybe a bit disappointed... or jealous?

Is he disappointed in me now?

"Sure, I don't like the guy and I lost to him in a race, but I'm not going to hate you for liking someone. I can't control who you end up liking and I'm not going to be that douche that says you can't be around anyone but me. I'd hate myself for that before I ever hate you." He ran his fingers through her hair again with a small smile.

"But I love you too, Tak. I like both of you. I just- I don't know." Letting out a sigh, (Y/N) rested her chin on top of her knees. She was a lot calmer now that she knew Takeshi didn't despise her.

"You'll figure it out. Even if you choose him, I'll still be here for you just as I always have been since we met. Although, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to pick me." He chuckled lightly, (Y/N) doing the same with a small smile. He helped her stand up, telling her she should go to bed.

"Stay with me?" (Y/N) lightly held his wrist.

"Always."

He got on the other side of the bed, mostly laying down while leaning on his arm and keeping his head propped up. (Y/N) immediately snuggled into him. She fell asleep rather quickly, given how exhausting it was to stay up like she did. Takeshi had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers weaving through her silky-smooth hair as she slept curled up next to him. Even in the bright morning light, she can sleep like a rock. Takeshi stayed awake for a little while, eventually changing his position to lay down completely. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep. Pulling (Y/N) closer so she was spooned in front of him, an arm wrapped around her waist, he finally falls asleep.

Throughout the rest of the week, her and Takeshi spent more time together. It was long overdue that they hung out again. They went to the beach, mall, restaurants, and shops. When there was a race on Myogi that one of the NightKids partook in, she would go along to cheer them on. Especially if it was Takeshi. He had lost the last few against the 8-6 and Keisuke, but he seemed to be improving greatly with the recent wins he has been racking up from these other teams.

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"Hey aniki, you got a minute?" Keisuke knocked Ryosuke's door.

"Yes, come in."

Opening it and walking in, he sat on the edge of his brother's bed. He was typing away on his laptop, running through all the simulations like usual. "You wanted to talk about something?" The blonde leaned forward, putting his arms on his knees as he looked at him. He typed a few more things before stopping and turning towards his younger brother.

"You're starting to remind me more of Fujiwara." He wore a teasing smile.

"What the hell makes you think I'm like that kid? Are you messing with me or are you saying my driving has suddenly gotten to a god-like level?"

"No, I mean with your spacing out. You've been zoning out and daydreaming a lot more recently. Reminds me of him, that's all."

"Oh. Well, I got a lot on my mind, alright?" looking away, Keisuke scratched his head, messing up his soft blonde locks, trying to hide the red covering his ears.

"It's that girl you've been with, isn't it? (Y/N), right?" Ryosuke said with a smirk.

Kei's cheeks started turning red. "No! It's not- maybe a couple times, but nothing major- yeah..." He sighed, giving up. All Ryosuke did was chuckle.

Aniki knows me too damn well.

"Maybe you should go see her again? Go plan something for a day. You seemed unnaturally happy when you came home the last time you went out with her."

"Aniki!" Looking at the floor, Keisuke pouted. "What would I do if I hung out with her again? I haven't made plans and she hasn't texted me since we went up to Akagi over a week ago."

"Have you tried texting her?"

"No."

"Maybe she's waiting for you to do something. She looked a bit shy when I first saw her."

"Yeah, I suppose. But still, where would she want to go or do?" Resting his chin on his hand, the younger Takahashi tried coming up with ideas.

"You did meet her at a street race, Keisuke." Ryosuke pressed.

"It's not exactly romantic..."

"It doesn't have to be. As long as you both clearly enjoy yourselves, that's all that matters. You took her to a romantic area on Akagi, now take her to something more laid back and casual. You saw how she looked at all the cars and talked with friends there; she enjoys it."

"But the next race is when I race. That would be a lame date when one of us isn't even with the other."

"Then the next one, when you aren't racing will do." Keisuke nodded and Ryosuke went back to his simulations. Getting up, the FD driver went to his room to think of a way to ask (Y/N) on another date.

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Ryosuke walked into the coffee shop (Y/N) worked at, heading for the counter. She was surprised to him, but greeted him nonetheless. He asked if she was available Saturday night to attend the race Keisuke was partaking in. Ryosuke explained what he and his brother talked about and that he thought of her showing up would be a nice surprise for Keisuke.

(Y/N) excitedly agreed, wanting to see the look on his face when he saw her. Ryosuke ordered a coffee and left soon after, telling her he'd pick her up from her apartment some time before the race.

When he picked her up as promised, and the got to the start of Akagi, she saw Keisuke's FD and him leaning against it, arms crossed. Driving past him, Ryosuke continued up the pass.

"He's racing uphill. When it's over and he's here at the top, you should be the first thing he sees when he passes the finish line." He explained when he saw her looking at the FD.

When they got to the top and Ryosuke talked with the other RedSuns, the uphill race started. Now, all (Y/N) had to do was wait. When the race was nearing an end Ryosuke told her to stand a little further out. Keisuke would have more time to look around after slowing down when crossing the finish line.

The headlights of two cars appeared around the corner, everyone waited to see who was in the lead.

"It's Keisuke!" Kenta yelled as he raised a fist in the air. They crossed the finish line, Keisuke being the winner. As the other RedSuns and some spectators cheered, (Y/N) had a proud smile while she clapped for him. As he slowed down, he took his gaze off the road and to the first movement he saw just to the left of him. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw (Y/N) standing there.

The proud smile she wore as she looked at him made him feel warm inside. He felt appreciated and that someone else was truly proud of him. Sure, he felt good when Ryosuke complimented his racing and wins, but not like this. Her smile alone got rid of any worries he was holding onto. Keisuke pulled the FD over to (Y/N) and got out. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

"Nice job, Kei! I'm proud of you!" (Y/N) spoke first and hugged him. Her small arms wrapped around his waist, and her head leaning on his chest. He blushed at the nickname and her touch, hugging her back. He wanted to kiss her on instinct but held himself back. It felt like forever, but they pulled away from the hug only a moment later.

"Thanks. I uh- didn't know you'd be out here. I mean, I'm happy you are, I just wasn't expecting it." He rubbed the back of his head.

"It was a surprise. Ryosuke came up with it and I liked the idea. Looks like it worked, huh?" she gave him a childish smile.

"Yeah, it sure did." He looked over at Ryosuke who wasn't looking at them but had a knowing smile as he sipped on some coffee. Keisuke let out a short hum and focused back on (Y/N).

"So, were you planning on going back home, or hanging around for a little while?" he leaned against his FD and the engine seemed to hum in delight as soon as his body touched it.

"If there's nothing else going on after this, I'd probably ask for a ride home. But, if you want to do something, I'm all for it." She smiled up at him. He thought for a moment before the idea of food popped into his head.

"We can grab a bite to eat if you're hungry. That race got me starving."

"Sure, I haven't eaten in a while either. Is everyone coming along?"

"Would it be okay if it was just us?" Keisuke asked a bit hesitantly.

"Of course, I don't mind." (Y/N) replied happily. Keisuke seemed to light up at her words.

"Then let's go. The faster we get there, the faster we can get some good ass food." (Y/N) laughed as they got in the FD, driving away.

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As they sat in a booth next to the window, they chatted about races, cars, things they like to do in their free time, anything really. Keisuke listened attentively when she spoke about things she loved, places she likes to go, all of it. He wanted to know every bit about her, every detail of what made her so lovable, so beautiful. Their conversation soon turned to the events of when they were on top of Akagi.

"I didn't make that too awkward, did I?" Keisuke asked shyly.

"No, not at all. I liked it." (Y/N) reassured with a smile and light tint of blush on her cheeks.

"I probably should've asked first before I did that... I don't know if you already have a boyfriend or like someone else. And it could have made you really uncomfortable. It's just... I don't know, something about you is so enticing. You're perfect." Keisuke scratched his cheek with a blush. She knew he wasn't lying with the honesty that was laced in his voice.

"I'm not dating anyone; however, I do like two guys..." She trailed off, contemplating her next words. "But I don't know who I like more. They are both so sweet. I don't want to get too close to them and hurt the other. It wouldn't be fair, and it would seem like I was dragging the other along in some kind of sick game." Keisuke nodded in understanding. He knew who she was talking about.

Him and Nakazato.

"Don't pressure yourself too much about it, alright? Take the time to think it through; it's not a race. You've known Nakazato far longer than me, so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if you chose him. But I would obviously prefer if you picked me." He chuckled, half-jokingly and half serious. She smiled and lightly giggled. "Either way, if I'm not the one, I won't think of you any different and I still got that job offer standing for you." He smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, Keisuke."

"Mm-hmm."

The two talked a little while longer before deciding it was time to go. Keisuke drove her home, watching as the bright headlights of the FD illuminated her for a moment as she passed in front of it. He waited like he did the first few times until he saw her walk safely into her apartment. He lingered for a few minutes, his thoughts taking over.

What if she can't choose just one of us? Would we have to let the best man win? Would the two of us race it out again but this time, for her? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). He finally pulled away and drove home, his thoughts continuing to run wild.

What if we... no, there's no way in hell I would be okay sharing her with Nakazato...would I?

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Keisuke waited at the top of Myogi for Nakazato to arrive. The thoughts of who she'd end up with and the possibility of the two guys sharing her would not leave his mind. He hates Nakazato and sure as hell doesn't think he deserves (Y/N), let alone date her. He hurt her once before, ditching her for some slutty looking chick. Keisuke would be damned if he let that happen again. They can be friends all they want, but she doesn't need to be hurt because the guy can't have just one girl to pay attention to.

Takeshi thought of a remarkably similar scenario as he drove up the pass. Takahashi was a cocky, self-righteous rich kid. He thinks he's better than everyone else because he's got the money. He would probably persuade (Y/N) somehow to date him because of that. Although, he knows she's smarter than that and won't use people for money. Takahashi can get any girl to be wrapped around his finger and do what he wants. Who's to say he won't do the same to her?

Takeshi reached the top of the mountain and pulled over near the FD. Keisuke watched him pull in from his spot on the hood. Getting out of the R32, Takeshi leaned against the side of it and met Keisuke's gaze.

"So. You wanted to talk?" Takeshi spoke first.

"Yeah. It seems we both have an interest in the same girl. Thing is, I'm not entirely convinced that you deserve her." Keisuke's tone held a bit of hostility.

"And what makes you think you do?" Nakazato narrowed his eyes.

"Easy. I'm not the one who ditched her for a slut."

"You don't know why I did."

"Then do explain. I'd love to hear it."

"I've been planning on asking (Y/N) out for a while. I didn't have any ideas on how to make it impressive, so, I was looking for advice from a girl that wasn't her to give the surprise away. Sayuki is a friend of Shingo's and when he brought her to the race, I figured that was my chance to get some ideas. I got caught up in trying to make plans that would pass (Y/N)'s expectations and when she suggested going down for coffee, I didn't think anything wrong with that when we left." Takeshi answered honestly, his voice never wavered with unsureness.

"That still doesn't explain the fact you forgot your fucking best friend on the top of a mountain and never came back to get her." Keisuke glared at him now.

"I did go back. Everyone was already gone. I tried calling her, thinking someone took her but never got anything. I looked for her around the area until I decided to try her apartment. She was there, already sleeping so I left a note for her to come and see me so I could apologize and explain everything." Takeshi was getting annoyed with Takahashi. Why would I lie about this?

"You broke into her apartment?" Keisuke asked with disbelief.

"No, we have the key to each other's place," Takeshi held up a key attached to the keychain, "for emergencies like that was." Keisuke hummed. That he could understand; it was a good idea, honestly.

"Now, you. I don't think you deserve her, either. You're a rich bastard who can get any girl he wants to be wrapped around his finger. And you're sure as hell one self-righteous ass; always thinking he's better than everyone else." He crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Keisuke's eyes.

"Firstly, you seem to mistake self-righteous for confidence. I'm confident in myself and my skills. Are you? Secondly, I despise girls that overdress themselves. They flaunt themselves for attention and to get fucked by anyone; it makes me sick."

His tone became softer, "If I wasn't interested in having a girlfriend, I wouldn't have pursued her. It can't get any simpler than that. (Y/N) is one of a kind and she makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. The way she looks at you when she's proud of something you did, the glow in her eyes when she's happy to see you, and how her smile alone gets rid of any kind of worries or stress you've been holding in all day. She's beautiful. I can't give that up, I can't give her up." Keisuke stared at the ground; his voice had a hint of desperation.

Takeshi processed the blonde's words and he couldn't agree more. Everything about her was perfection. She was too good to pass up and let go. Takahashi was being honest as well. Takeshi might not get along with him, but he at least knew (Y/N) would be taken care of with him. That didn't mean Takeshi was going to give her up that easily, though.

"I can agree with you on that. I can also see you're serious about wanting to be with her." Uncrossing his arms, he walked over to Keisuke.

"Same to you." His gaze met Takeshi's; he wasn't glaring anymore, wearing a neutral expression.

"Heh, yeah. But I'm sure as hell not giving her up that easily, Takahashi." He stopped in front of Keisuke with a light smirk playing on his face.

"Neither am I, Nakazato." He returned the smirk.

"How about a race to settle this? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). If she approves of this first, of course." Takeshi held his hand out.

"Deal." Keisuke took his hand and shook it, then they both said, "May the best man win."

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The lovely Assistant (Alucard x Chubby Reader) Chapter One

A/n: This took a while and it got a little more attention than I expected so I'm also a little nervous to share it but still I hope you like it! 😅😳💕

Type: Smut undertones, Mentions of death

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She yearned for him, possibly ached for him. She was a virgin though her dreams seemed like she wasn't. the daydreams played around in her head like a movie, Alucard gripping her thick soft thighs while he was making her moan into the open air. She knew she shouldn't but, thinking about him too much would cause her thoughts to be flooded and also her panties.

Although she didn't know how to tell him let alone talk to him. Being an assistant for Hellsing was hard enough as it was, then having a tall handsome vampire lurking from the shadows, looking over her shoulder would make her chubby cheeks burn in nervousness and embarrassment. How could she keep this up? even if she tried avoiding him in the big estate he would still show up somehow.

Late in the evening just as the sun sets he decided to say something, it was small and meaningless but still something. "Good evening assistant." He said from the shadows making the girl jump and grip her papers, which made him chuckle. "H-Hello Alucard...what brings you here?"

"I was bored, decided to go for a walk but wanted to check in on my favorite assistant."

"But I'm just the one?"

"Exactly." He says amusingly as he circles around the girl, messing with things on her desk making her fidget. After that day he started going around her more often. The two becoming more acquainted some could say friends. When he'd come back from an assignment and she'd still be working in the early hours it would make him smile to himself before he starts his playful banter. She would call him annoying or scoff and laugh when he said or did something to mess with her but deep down she enjoyed it so and would give her butterfly's.

One night after another random wet dream about him she noticed someone sitting down in a chair. Making out a hat like figure it was more like a shadow until it cleared and she could make out the red attire. She woke up quick almost instantly. Cheeks burning, underwear soaked, she calmed herself but the memory still stayed. Could it have been just another vivid dream?

Going about her day was difficult. Having to work thinking last night, trying to get work done she cleared her head the best she could and continued to do her job.

"I'm rather hurt." A voice said in her mind.

"What for?" She replied out loud, she would've been freaked out but making out the voice was easy and already knew who it was. He comes out of nowhere but that's the usual for him. Then takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"You've got other priorities on mind, you arent thinking about me like you normally do." Her jaw drops and chokes on her spit making her cough crazy.

"What are you t-talking about?!" She laughs nervously waving her hand off. "That's crazy! I need to g-get back to work."

"Believe me, I know crazy. You're lying and I can tell."

"How can you tell?" She leans in a little

"You just told me." he chuckles with a grin making the womans ears redden.

"Also I may have seen what you're thinking from time to time. Don't get mad though, I do it to almost anyone I walk past but your thoughts are different, really different." He laughs again, she thinks if anyone would care if the floor swallowed her at this very moment.

"You look so innocent and cute yet you have lewd day dreams, and about me too."

"I- I'm sorry I won't-" She doesn't know how to react. Embarrassed, Angry, maybe even flustered, here he was saying all of this nonchalantly.

"I'm not saying that I hated it. Actually what I wanted really to tell you is you're unknowingly dreaming visions they're really premonitions. You have a gift to look into the future." Her head spins and he smiles admiring her flustered state.

"Wait?! Then are you saying that me and you..."

He nods and she searches his eyes, they almost seemed hungry for something but not blood.

"Exactly assistant, but it's hardly a surprise for me. I've been admiring you from the shadows,,admiring your curves when you're not noticing."

"Alucard!" She says putting her hands over her chest.

"So what do think, assistant?" He smirks.

"What do you mean?" her hearts races

"Do you want me to make your dreams come true?"

She bites her soft lip as her brain wraps around the hole situation and her legs press together trying to stop the need inbetween them. Only nodding she gets up and sits on his lap, her legs moving on their own at this point. His chuckle rumbles through his chest and she looks away blushing. Fingers grab her chin to make her face him and he leans down to kiss her.

"Mhmm...." she tries to match his kissing, the kiss started experimental, with firm but soft kisses then ended heated with tongues exploring eachother feverishly. When they pull away she realizes the hand on her ass and the one and her thigh, both getting a feel of her and griping softly. Her hand slides down to his and lifts up the big hand to her heavy breast and he gropes it willingly.

"Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"Yes." she breathes out

He picks her up effortlessly and sits her down on the desk. "If we continue then your chances of becoming a ghoul are very high then, I would never let that happen but It's still a risk."

"Then...then bite me, make me yours in all ways, Alucard." She grazes her neck softly, her hand slides down and unbuttons the strained buttons revealing her chest and laced bra.

His eyes widen "You'd be willing to become a vampire just to be with me?, do you know what that would mean for you. Once you choose to walk the night you can never go back again. "

"Yes, I know this is what I want, I-I could possibly do more for Hellsing too." He comes down to catch her lips roughly but not enough to hurt her only for her whimper. Making his way down to her neck then to her breast, but before he can bite down on the plump skin there's a intercom call from the phone.

"Mrs.(L/n) the round table conference is about to start and I need you to deliver the chip that we've recovered.

It's Integra herself calling, ignoring her would be a death sentence and an ear full. Before she even turned around back to Alucard he was gone. That was until she heard a voice echo into her head.

"Go. We'll catch up later, you wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

She nods to herself as she scrambles to get it and head over after wards she heads back to her office and finishes up a stack of papers Integra wanted done. Eveything going according to schedule until she hears a commotion coming from outside the door and a few rumbles hear and there. She's turns the knob to be met with Hellsing soliders rushing toward the direction of the noise.

What could it be? She thinks to herself as she follows behind quickly. The noise grows louder, gunshots fire and yelling is apparent, when the sight infront of her comes to view horror fills her body from head to toe.

"Oh...my God!" Panic fills her has they fight ghouls, forcing their way in, leaving a wake of death and destruction.

She runs back but she hears ghouls approaching from there. She dives into another room and slams it shut. Her mind races with all sorts of questions and how this could be happening. Seconds later a stray bullet breaks through getting into her side and she winces in pain clutching her side. Hearing them getting closer knowing soon enough they would charge in, She looks around then up to the vents. Making a stack she reaches it in a nick of time before the sound of cracking wood fills the room and ghouls rush in.

"W-What the hell do I do now?!" She looks throw the slotted holes and continues in the dark metal maze of tunnels. As she goes through gunfire and manic laughter fills the vents.

"I have no idea where I'm even going!" As shes hears voices aside from the killing she makes her way there but falls through before she can make it. Not seeing the rusted bolts in the dark finally giving out and she falls through. The wind gets knocked out of her.

"Who the hell is this bitch?!" His laugh burning into her head. "I can have some real fun with this one. I'll have you screaming in more ways than one!" Dread seeps through her but before she can respond Walter comes into view.

"Are you alright Ms. (Y/n), it looks like you've been injured you need to be checked immediately."

"W-Walter I-" before she knew it she felt deathly cold and hot at the same time. The events that unfold before her start to blacken and she passes out.

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Part Two 😊

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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Yandere Simulator Delinquents.

They're basically copy and paste. Sooo here's my version of them for future reference! I got too excited writing the last one lol- It's been a while since I've been to inspired to write. This is a nice feeling uvu

Umeji Kizuguchi - Yellow guy

He has blonde, previously pink, hair and golden eyes. He wears a yellow shirt under unbuttoned blazer and carries a baseball bat around. He has a scar over his right eye. Umeji is Oroso right hand man and takes over position while she's gone; these are the cannon versions of him and all that's said.

This is my fannon version of him: He was hurt the most during the bullying and therefore the most fearful of pain. He flinches when touched and gets pissed instantly. He's the most cold and aggressive out of the five and it helped him keep him as the most feared of the delinquents. He works out daily, therefore having a good build and likes bitter foods rather than sweets. He'a quite ignorant and refuses to share his likes out of fear of being judged. He still feels depression but now faces more anxiety than anything. He often cries about it late at night.

But despite his depression, he's so determined to stay as a threat to many. It's the kist alive he's ever felt. He's somewhat narcissistic and has both an inferiority and superiority complex, actually. Sensitive to touch and criticism but damn his ego is big. He uses his strength and speed as another threat to fellow students, to let them know that if they mess up then he'll catch and hurt them.

His home life isn't fun. Parents maybe fighting here and there or gone for work or something. It wasn't abusive in any way or anything; in fact, they get along well when they're together. It's just the parents weren't attentive. As Umeji puts it, "My mom, dad, bless their hearts, but they aren't great." They tend to brush things off quickly and spend too much time to themselves.

Dairoku Surikizu - Blue manz

He has blonde, previously blue, hair and blue eyes. He wears a blue shirt under an unbuttoned blazer and carries around a boten or some shit, idk I couldn't figure it out. He has a scar on his lip and from Mulberry's art, it looks like he's the tallest of the group.

Fannonly, he's the most anxious of the group. He never talks about it to anyone but Hokuto, who brushes it off. Dairoku got his scar a long time ago when his parents were agruing; he hid under his bed when he was nine and started to cry. To calm himself, he started to bite his lip and scratch himself on the forearms and face to calm himself down. He cut himself in the process badly and tried to hide it from his parents so he didn't get yelled at.

His home life wasn't too bad either; his dad left the family not long after that incident when he was nine so his mom has to take on the roles of two people. She never has time for him so the other delinquents make him feel so happy. He likes- no, loves to talk to them but tries to look sketchy in the process.

Hokuto Furukizu - Purple manz

He has blonde, previously golden, hair and purple eyes. From Mulberry's art, he seems to be the second tallest, but very close to Dairoku. He carried around a metal pipe and wears a purple shirt under his opened blazer. He has a scar on his cheek too btw.

Fannonly, he talks most to Dairoku. He usually brushed off what he says, but relates to him most. Of the 5, he desperately wants to be normal and free the most. He was well popular in middle school but his anger once got the best of him and a fight caused him to lose a lot of his reputation. It just got worse as time went on however; but he misses those days so much.

His scare on his cheek came from the fight and serves as a curse mark to him; "The day they ruined my life." He hates looking at it and gets pissed off when people even look at it. He's always been hot headed but his physical appearance is his number one insecurity. Hokuto's homelife is normal and he's goodboi at home. Cleans, cooks sometimes, has an equally good relationship with his mom as he does his dad.

He managed to convince them that his new appearance and signs of depression from last year was just influence from ex friends. Eventually they just took his word for it despite how terrible of a lie that is, so they stopped asking.

Gaku Hikitsuri - Red guyz

According to Mulberry's art, the blonde who once had light blue hair and red eyes is the second tallest. He has a scar on his forehead and carried around a crowbar. His shirt is red and under, you guessed it, an unbuttoned blazer.

He's a genuine tsundere; the angriest of the group. He easily crushes on people like a simp and gets nervous easily, so he acts all defensive and aggressive around them especially. Other than Umeji, he's the quickest to shove people around and assert his position. But for the most part, he intentionally shoves and shoulder checks people he finds attractive or who he thinks is superior than him, which is a lot of people.

He suffers from an inferiority complex that makes him think everyone judges him behind his back and talks about him especially. Therefore, he's the loudest and quickest to insults; he's also very self conscious. He's scared to make noise in class, talk, eat in front of people, and others because he's scared to be judged. Because as long as nothing is brought to the table, there's nothing to judge. His scar was actually from Kokoro, the bully who's just a sadist according to the character files from Yandev, who got pissed at him defending himself and hit him down with a ring. He got cut badly and almost passed out from the hit; but hey, it's not like he can do anything about since she's a girl, and he'd be expelled instantly. The bitch even resulted him with a broken arm at some point.

Home life isn't great; rundown trailerpark, alcoholic dad and whole of a step mom, dead mom, things like that. Damn, if only he got more than a mattress on the floor, a cover, pillow, dresser filled with all his clothes and school supplies to live on. But he can't even get a job without his scar making people think he's worse than what his persona displays.

Hayanari Tsumeato - Grey manz

The grey eyed, blonde hair man with natural red hair who carries around a lead pipe is Hayanari, who's last name "Tsumeato" means scratch mark. He has a grey shirt under his unbuttoned blazer and a scar over his nose.

Fannonly, he was the one with the no fucks given attitude. He was usually straight faced and brutally honest when talking to people, but wasn't necessarily judgemental. It's hard to explain but just because he says, "damn Daniel, you're built like a carrot," doesn't mean he cares about his appearance, even if whoever tf Daniel is actually looks like a carrot or not. He was the daredevil who did things solely for his entertainment.

In a way, it was almost sociopathic or narcissistic; he'd be fine with embarrassing someone in front of anyone because it got a smile our of him. If someone complained, he'd roll his eyes and convince whoever that they were overreacting and that they were the one at fault. He's very manipulative and sarcastic, usually just smiling cockily and speaking innocently. Kinda emo, but he wasn't against that title. He actually liked the occult and for the most part, was down for anything that didn't have too much time needed, like school or family.

He was in the middle of everything; okay with cooking, occult, art, science, reading, anine and games, so there wasn't much a person can dislike him for in terms of social standards. He wasn't appart of a dislikes group like the occult kids or science kids, not with a loved group like cooking or art kids. But when he started to express a bit of interest in the occult was when people could finally pin him down and bully him back for all those insulting jokes that sounded way too serious. And before he knew it, he got wrapped up in the hate and couldn't get himself free.

Home life is something he never, not even to his fellow delinquents, never talks about. But one thing worth noting is that he's never seen without a long sleeved shirt or jacket of some kind. He used to pass out time to time during gym classes because he was overheated due to bringing a long sleeved version of the gym shirt to school and never drank anything. When his parents were called, they always insisted on saying they'll do something about it but they never did, either. The delinquents do think there's some kind of abuse at his house; besides, Hayanari is adopted and those things happen often even if it's more common in the foster system.

His family is something he never talks about. Back in middle school, his friends were able to see his "parents" time to time when they picked him up from school. It was immediately obvious that he wasn't related to them; hell, he rarely called them mom or dad. At home, until adopted, was great. Friends coming over, happy family moments, being able to play games and use electronics, things like that. But when he was adopted was when it wouldn't be easy to just tell someone what was to come; quite obviously, it was abuse. Verbal and physical, nearly everyday. It was worse in the beginning but happened less often as he got older.

His "mom" would call the police a few times him because she felt "threatened." She hit him so he would hit back and yell while doing so, so she has evidence of an attack. But luckily, her skin isn't sensitive enough to show any marks unlike Hayanari's. Other times, his "dad" would get involved and hurt him badly.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 02 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Car Trouble

“Are you having car trouble?” Billy asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Judging by the smoke, yeah.” You sigh, opening the door and stepping out of the car. You avoid eye contact, looking at the light gray smoke instead.

“Pop the hood, let me check.” Doing as he says, you press the button as you sit back on the driver's seat, hoping he can actually fix whatever is wrong just so you can make it home. “Bad news.” He says after a couple of minutes.” There's nothing I can do. Not here, at least.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He lets the hood fall before coming to stand by the door. “Didn't it give any signs something was wrong?”

“It has been making this funny noise since I bought it. But that was a month ago, I didn't think it would actually stop working.” Taking a deep breath, you take your bag and get out, closing the door. “I'll call the mechanics when I get home. Thanks for checking it out.” You wave at him, walking away.

“I could give you a ride home if you want.”

“I'm alright. Don't want to be a bother.”

“I wouldn't offer you a ride if you were a bother. C'mon, I'm just trying to help a co-worker.”

You stop, turning to face Billy. He doesn't have to usual cocky expression he always has. And he's right. He's just offering a ride home because your car is broken, there's nothing more. Monica and those girls are just getting under your skin, making you think too much about something that doesn't deserve much thought. “Ok then.”

“Let's go.” Billy guides you to his Camaro and you get into the passenger seat. Seconds later you're spending up through the streets, and you buckle up because he's going a little too fast for your taste. You give him your address, not really paying attention to the route he's taking. Your eyes are on the landscape outside the window, passing by in a blur.

“Do you mind if I stop to get some tacos before dropping you off?”

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders, you run a hand through your hair as he parks in a small restaurant and gets out to buy his food. As you wait, you wonder if you should tell Monica about this. If you do, you probably won't hear the end of it. But it could also snap her out of this whole mission thing. Today she was silent again, overanalyzing Billy instead of watching the pools. At least she seems to be excited about something.

A whistle gets your attention, dragging you out of your thoughts. It's Billy at the restaurant's door, gesturing for you to go there. You're a little confused when you leave the car. Did he make the order and then realized he forgot his wallet or something?

“What's up?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Nothing. C'mon.” Billy guides you to a table on the back, where he sits. “I ordered you some tacos too.”

What the hell. “Do you even know if I have money with me? You should've asked.”

“But I didn't, did I?” He raises an eyebrow.

Taking a deep breath, you decide not to make a big deal out of it. “Whatever,” you mumble, sitting down across from him. It's so damn obvious he's staring now. He doesn't even try to hide it. Since you're here, you could try to put a stop to this nonsense. Sorry, Mon. Your mission will be over soon. “What are you looking at?” You ask, elbows on the table, finally meeting his gaze.

“You.” He simply says, and there's no hint he'll give further explanation.

You were just about to say something when the waitress comes with your tacos. They do look good, and you're a little hungry.

“I'll get something to drink. What do you want?”

“Ice cold Coca-Cola,” you answer, watching as he gets up. You don't wait for him to come back, you just start eating. The last time you ate tacos you were in elementary school.

“Here's your drink.” He places the can down and you open it, taking a sip. “So, new girl... How do you like this dipshit place?”

“I really like it. Hawkins is exactly what I was looking for.” Billy seems a little surprised, raising his eyebrows. “What? Did you think I was dragged here? I wanted to come.”

“Can't understand why anyone would want to live here.”

“I had my reasons.” Shrugging your shoulders, a loud laugh gets your attention. It's a girl you see often in the pool. She's friends with one of those girls from the locker... The girls who were talking about Billy. “Hey. Don't you have a date today? With that Jennifer girl?” It comes back to your mind, and you burst it out. “Let's go, I can take these and eat at home.” The last thing you want is Billy being mad because giving you a ride kept him from meeting some girl. So you get up, taking the plate and the can.

“Where are you going?”

“...Home? You're taking me home now so you won't be late to be with the girl.” Why do you have to state the obvious? You doubt he'd forget about a date.

“I am with a girl. Now sit down and relax.”

If this day gets any weirder, you're calling it a night and going back home immediately. “Fine. It's your night you're ruining.” You sit back down, defeated.

“Who said my night is ruined?”

“Billy...” Leaning forward, you look into his eyes. “Whatever you're trying here, it won't work.”

“I'm not trying anything.”

Alright. Time to end this game. “I'm not the kind of girl you hang out with, ok? Put your efforts on someone hot and beautiful, don't waste your time with me.” You take another bite of the taco on your plate.

“Wait. You don't think you're hot and beautiful?” He leans forward too, pushing his empty plate away, eyes on you.

He totally got the wrong part of what you said. “I'm... Ok. I'm cute but you can aim so much higher than me.” You're not blind, so you're not immune to Billy's effect. You have to admit you stole a few glances on your first days working on the pool, but knowing his reputation, you'd never let it go further than finding him handsome. “But they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so...” You're done with the tacos, and you drink what's left of your Coca-Cola.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes then.” Billy lowers his voice, the smirk leaving his lips as if this statement is the most important thing in the world, a fact on which the whole Earth stands.

You gasp, giggling a little. “So that's how you do it. That's what you say to get your girls.”

“No. I say very different things.” The smirk is back, and you look away for a moment. You really hope you're not blushing.

“We're both done eating. Can we go now?”

“I haven't finished my drink yet.” He gestures at is can. “You don't need to leave your guard up all the time. We're just... Two friends hanging out. No big deal.”

“So we're friends now?” He simply nods. “You don't even speak to me at work, how can we be friends?”

“I'll change that, don't worry. You don't seem to have many friends, anyway.”

“I do. Monica and her little crew.” It's actually mostly just Monica, but he doesn't have to know that. “They're nice.”

“Well, you can just add me to your list of new friends then.” Billy smiles at you, and now that you get to see it, from up close, it's so damn beautiful. There's a secret behind it, something he's hiding, and it looks like he knows you're aware of that. “What do you say?” He reaches out his hand over the table. “Try to get to know me instead of judging by what you heard.”

You hesitate for a while before shaking his hand. You won't fall for his game, so there's no problem befriending the guy. And you must admit it's a little mean to judge someone by what people say. You rather judge him by his actions. “Fine, Billy Hargrove. We can try to be friends. But that's it. Nothing else.”

“Good.”

You stay at the restaurant for another hour before he finally takes you home. Your aunt is organizing some papers, so she doesn't make many questions. She's just happy you were out with someone. And you don't really give much thought to what happened. You actually had some fun today, and since you're still struggling to fit in, you're in no position to refuse any friendship you can get.

And it was kind of Billy to offer you a ride home. You're so attached to everything you heard of him that you didn't even felt thankful for his help. If he was the asshole people say he is, he'd just leave you in the parking lot, or take you straight home. But he didn't. Billy even paid for the tacos. It's mean of you to judge the guy so harshly, before exchanging any words with him. He does sleep with a different girl every night, but they go out with him because they want to. They know he won't stick to them. But this is just something he enjoys, it doesn't mean he's a total jerk. Right? Jennifer and her friend seemed okay with a one night stand, so it's obvious he's not forcing them into it. They know it's a one-time thing.

So if you take this part away, you're left with a normal guy. So, if he's not trying to make you fall on his game, maybe his intentions aren't what you think they are. It's harmless to try and get to know him. Maybe he can become a good friend, who knows?

During the next day in the pool, you're still thinking about it. You don't really understand why you're feeling a little guilty for thinking so low of Billy. So, as you're walking back to your post and Billy is coming from his chair, to take his lunch break, you decided to talk to him.

“Billy, can I talk to you for a sec?” You say when you're close enough.

“Of course. C'mon.” He tilts his head, gesturing for you to with him back into the cafeteria. You were just going to say it right here, but since he's already walking, you just follow him. Monica gives you a meaningful stare once she notices you're following Billy. But you shake your head no, trying to tell her this is nothing.

“I'll be quick. I have to get back to my chair.” You say as he sits down on the table. “I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday. For the ride home and for the snack you bought me.”

“That's it?” He seems genuinely confused.

“Yeah...” You stand there awkwardly, watching as his lips break into a smile.

“What happened to your car?”

“It'll be ready in two days. Mon is giving me a ride until then.” Shrugging your shoulders, you start making your way out. “Well, that's it. I gotta go.”

“Keep doing the good job.” He winks at you, and you can't hold back the smile that comes to your lips.

“I will.” Turning your back at him, you go back to your chair.

•••

By the end of the day, you're sitting shotgun in Monica's car, the windows opens to let the fresh wind come in.

“I have great news.” She says, smiling.

“Let's hear it.”

“Jennifer was super mad today. Now guess why.” You exchange a glance as you think if you should tell her or not. But she's so excited about it, and Jennifer has always been mean to her... So you decide to just say it.

“Because my car wouldn't start, so Billy offered a ride home. And in the process, he stopped by this restaurant and bought me tacos.” She hits the breaks so suddenly that your heart skips a beat. “Holy shit, Monica! Are you trying to get us killed?”

“What did you just say, (Y/N)?” She's dead serious, looking at you. “Explain it. And don't hold back the details.”

She drives slower, just to give you more time. She forces you to remember everything he said, and everything you said, overanalyzing every single word. She doesn't seem too convinced that Billy just wants to be friends, going on about how he looks at you. With affection, admiration. But you don't really believe that.

“Just the fact that he was straight forward with wanting to be your friends is impressive. You gotta understand this is not usual of Billy.” She says as you walk into your house since you invited her to stay for dinner. “Believe me, I know. I wouldn't be talking about Billy with you if I wasn't utterly perplexed.”

“Who's Billy?" Your aunt asks, coming from the kitchen, an amused smile on her face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Florence," Monica says, matching your aunt's tone.

“Call me Diane, dear. And tell me about this Billy.”

“He's just a friend, aunt. He gave me a ride home yesterday.” You and Monica follow her into the kitchen, sitting on the table.

“Yesterday? You came home late yesterday.” She rests her back on the counter, looking at you. You feel like you were busted doing something wrong.

“He wanted to eat tacos so since I was with him, we just stopped by a small restaurant at the side of the road.” Shrugging your shoulders, you try to act casual. But why are you trying to act casual? It was a casual meeting.

“Did he pay?”

“Yes, but–”

“Then it was a date,” Diane states before turning around, her attention back to her current task.

You feel your cheeks burning as you exchange a glance with a smirking Monica. “It wasn't a date.” You have no idea how you could make this more clear than that. “If it was a date he would have kissed me goodnight.” You use the cliche every romance movie implements, trying to change their minds. “If that doesn't happen, it's not a date.”

“Well, say whatever you want. But tomorrow you'll be going out with me and the guys. No Billy.” Monica says, gesturing at you.

Whatever. You don't have to explain anything, and time will show them there's nothing between you and Billy. “Count me in,” you tell her, looking down at your hands for a moment. It will be good. No Billy, nobody talking about Billy for a change. It's your second week here, and it feels like it's all been about him from the start. You can't wait until people realize that everything that's ever gonna happens, if it happens, is just a friendship. Nothing more.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Our vision' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Our vision"

"Freya, people don't forget....nothing is forgiven !"

Chapter Summary : After having spent an peaceful night in an old cabin, Yirina & Park are ready to infiltrate the hidden soviet base in the Mount Yamantau but for the two of them....something's off....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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Me & Park really did it...right in the middle of the USSR at the Mount Yamantau in an old abandoned cabin, the same place I presume I have done this with Freya before an long time ago. Honestly, both of us never thought that we were going to able to finish, thinking that at any moment, we could be jumped by an surprise guest but in fact, we were able to enjoy an moment of peace alone...an moment of passion we didn't really have made since some times...last time we did that was in an car, I can say that it's far better back on an bed.

Even with everything that happened since days, that moment was for releasing ourselves, to forget about all the things around us, like if we weren't spies at all...just women in love with each other. Directly that we finished our things that we went into getting sleep, me holding her like the person I wouldn't want to lose. That wasn't her fault at all to have me brainwashed....I can't be angry at her and I wouldn't never do this, knowing that after that, I will hate myself for what I did, I can't be mad at her because I'm in love with her.

All night, during my sleep, I was wondering of an lot of things, mostly about the mission that Hudson assigned to us : why only the two of us ? Why we don't have any radio support ? I couldn't answer those questions even if they were still in my head at the moment I woke up first, still holding Park in my arms. I got up and dressing up back in my clothes before heading to the little space in the cabin to prepare our two MREs, knowing that she will soon woke up.

"What an night." I could hear Park's slowly awakening voice behind me as I was actually preparing my MRE after doing hers.

"I'm seconding this." I smiled, turning around to look at her, her body covered by the white blanket hold by her hands. "You're looking like an angel." I exclaimed, watching her with great eyes, amazed by her beauty.

"Thanks." She whispered, passing her hand through her hair to make it look back to normal. "Which time is it ?" She asked, having finished.

"Almost noon, we slept for 12 hours straight." I replied, looking up at my watch on my left wrist before turning around to finish my MRE.

"Bloody hell." She exclaimed, sounding an bit stunned.

"Yeah, you really did sleep 12 hours." I scoffed, taking the two MRE in my hands, going to walk to the table where ours guns were posed on. "I've prepared your meal, get dressed and come eat."

"Yes, ma'am." She expressed in an fake lazy voice as she start to get up to put her clothes on. "I've been thinking now, that's an first." She said

"What ?" I stopped myself, almost getting an part of what I was eating in my mouth to look at her curiously on my chair. "An first to what ?" I added, wanting her to clarify.

"That you woke up first before me or anyone else." She replied, putting her jacket on and laughting about it.

"Really ?" I raised an eyebrow, slowly moving my arm to eat the meal I've got in my hands.

"Yirina..." She rolled her eyes around as she walked to get to the table. "You know what I mean, I'm always waking you up or you always waking after me." She clarified, sitting up in her chair to eat her own MRE.

"Is that an compliment ?" I chuckled, faking an incomprehension towards her.

"Well, since I'm always here when you woke up, yes." She winked at me before taking an bite of her MRE.

"So, thanks, then." I grinned, continuing to eat while exchangings some glares during the few moments after that little compliment.

"Apart of that, did you have any memories back ?" Park demanded after we both finished our meals together at the same time but I shook my head.

"No, didn't have anything this night." I fully responded, putting my arms in an crossed form on the table and looking outside through the window in front of me. "I was thinking of something else."

"And what was that ?" She asked me.

"At first, it was about you." I smirked back at her direction, causing an blushing from her on her cheeks before looking away. "But then, it was about that mission."

"You too ?" She breathed, putting her meal aside.

"I'm wondering why Hudson did sent only the two of us here." I started, taking an deep breath. "I know that saving Adler is important for the CIA but even if Perseus want an mysterious necessary data in that base, why he didn't send more people on it ?" I continued, knowing that she couldn't answer that question, no one couldn't right now. "

"I did propose to him to have some MI6 reinforcements but he wasn't allowing it." Park revealed, making me more curious about that.

"Why did he refused ?" I questioned her.

"He said that he wouldn't want to waste time and it must stay an discreet job." She answered, sounding like she wasn't believing his words at all. "You saw what the others tried to do, it was the same thing." She added.

"Yeah, you needed here, Adler's our priority number one." I sort of mimick Hudson himself and my impersonation did caused Park to laugh.

"You got lucky that he wasn't here." She joked with me laughing about my own joke about Hudson.

"I would have done it even if he was there to be honest." I admitted, leaning myself against the back of my chair.

"I bet you would do." She nodded with an smile before looking outside the window. "Do you think that our path will be clear to get to the base ?" She asked me.

"Since that the snowstorm ended as it seems, it would maybe take an little bit of more time to travel until arriving to the base." I responded, thinking about it even if we didn't set an foot outside to verify my claim. "We will scout out the entrance and when it's done, we will try to find an way to enter."

"The base must be lightly protected even if it's holding some dark secrets." She suggested, biting an part of her lips to me. "The soviets are maybe careful with that but as the base is deep inside the USSR, they aren't going to bring too much firepower." She continued, crossing her arms.

"Maybe but we don't have too much guns too." I exclaimed, making her look to our two MP5 on the table next to me. "An MP5 isn't going to blow up the entire soviet army arsenal." I scoffed.

"I agree with this." She stated before she got up from her chair. "We're going now or we wait for the afternoon ?"

"I think that we should go now." I replied, also getting up from my chair and grabbing my MP5 in the process. "More we wait, more it's possible that Freya & Knight can strike at any moment." I expressed, checking my MP5 current mag.

"You're right." Park said, moving to take her own MP5 and making sure that she got her pistol in its holstler. "Well, let's go." She ordered, moving to grab the other part of our very limited stuff in the cabin.

After we checked up that we got everything : guns, pistols, knifes and the map of the base with us, we were ready to leave and get out of that cabin, preparing ourselves to walk in the numerous path of the mountains to reach the hidden soviet base in the Yamantau. As we got out, we could see that the snow was much higher than the last time we were outside thanks to the big snowstorm that occured all night.

Once fully ready, we started to walk into an different direction from the path we took to get here and thanks to the snow, we had to peak a view at the map every 2 minutes to be sure that we weren't completely lost in the Urals Mountains. As I thought that we were going to woke up with the snowstorm still occuring, instead, we were greeted by an blue sky, some clouds and the sun, not even snow dropping on us and strangefully, the heat wasn't so cold, more moderate.

We walked almost 45 minutes on the mountains, trying to avoid any dangers in our path like maybe helicopters patrols or just ground patrols but by chances, the environement was calm...too much calm to be honest. Is it either me or it's just the ambience of the Urals everyday ? After that time, we finally arrived in sight of the hidden soviet base....that wasn't so hidden after all with an concrete entrance in the side of an mountain.

"Finally." I breathed, seeing the base in my sight before we start to walk on an path below it, Park taking the lead.

"This little storm should cover us." She told me, advancing as during our walk, an little snowstorm was happening and like she said, it was going to provide cover. "You didn't hear some shots before ?" She demanded to me as 10 minutes ago, we heard like two louds noises, echoing in the mountains.

"No, I don't know what he could be." I expressed sincerely as these sounds were like inaudible for me. "Do you want....

"Jesus !" Park cut me straight in my words and stopping herself and when I moved my head to look at what was in front of us, I could discover the dead body of an soviet guard. "That doesn't look good." She admitted as I moved past her to check the body.

"Someone shot him, must be the sounds you heard." I said, on one knee to observe the gunshot wound on the body. "One in the shoulder, one piercing his hand and his skull." I added, watching his left hand with an bullet hole in it. "He tried to protect himself but he didn't manage to survive." I then got up from it.

"That's means that we're not alone to have interest in this data." Park whispered, approaching me by behind.

"And also meaning that Freya & Knight are already here." I proclaimed, looking towards the path leading to the entrance of the hidden base. "We can't back down, it's maybe dangerous but it's too late to flee." I affirmed directly as I start to walk again.

"Do you think that they're still here ?" Park questioned me as I took the lead.

"If they're still here, we will try to stop them." I admitted before stopping at an few meters from an chained fance. "And if they're here, you will have to call me 'Bell'."

"To maintain the illusion that you're not aware of your true state." I nodded to her statement, she know that it's sometimes painful for me & her to pretend to be Bell but with Freya, I've got no choices.

"When our feets are inside, you're using Bell as my name." I breathed before moving to get through the fence that was already moved away, meaning that we were maybe walking in Freya & Knight footsteps.

"I know." Park chuckled, passing in the fence as I was making sure that she didn't have an scratch from the cut part of the fence. "There's more dead guys." She pointed at an direction and when I turned around, I could see this time two dead bodies, facing each other.

"Poor devils didn't see the two coming." I exclaimed, both walking to get next to the two bodies. "These two were slashed by something that's not an knife." I checked up the wounds on them. "The cuts are too large for an single knife." I verified that by putting my own knife above on the wound of one of the guys at his chest.

"Must be Knight's work." Park thought, making me look at her with an curious face. "Back at the time, Knight was using like ice pick for his job." She continued, kneeling with one knee on the ground. "Guess that it's still his tools of work."

"Bodies are still hot, meaning that the two are still here." I proclaimed, having checked the heat of the body only by touching his neck.

"No way to back down." Park whispered, getting up and looking at the big entrance in the inside. "It's maybe an trap but....let's do this." She took an deep breath before we start to move away.

With the guards already dead, our doubts about having to face Freya & Knight were confirmed, the two were still there and we will have to watch out. It's with guns up and checking our surroundings that we start to enter the hidden base, discovering some dead bodies on the way in. When my foots were inside, I was now 'Bell', I need to react & act like her and I will have no choices, Park knows it and even if it's painful for us.

"We should maybe check the security room." Park proposed, arriving at an sort of junction between two big hallways. "There's cameras around here."

"Good idea." I nodded, walking in the left hallway as the security room was in that direction. In fact, it was just at an few meters from the panels indicating its direction. "I'm going in." I told Park, taking my M1911 in my right hand, holding the door handle in the other before slowly opening the door. "All clear." I said as the room was quiet but with an dead guy on the ground, an knife on his back.

"Cameras." Park pointed at the control panel, discovering multiples TV in front of us. "There must be an way to rewind them."

"Let me check that." I volunteered myself, putting my M1911 on the table, starting to verify if we were able to verify our claims. "Got it." I breathed, 30 seconds after I start. Hopefully that I was russian...."Camera 5" I pointed at the TV in the middle of the others.

"That's the two, entering inside." She scratched her forehead as we were seeing Freya & Knight advancing while neutralizing the soviets guards on their path. "Wait, there aren't alone, there's an third person !" She exclaimed, putting her finger at the position of where she see them.

"Yeah but they're hooded." I muttered, seeing them now. "I will try to put the cameras back to normal, trying to see where the trio could be." I suggested as Park walked behind me to check that no one was coming in. "Freya is in the archive room." I expressed, looking at the TV right next to the middle one. "She's alone." I added.

"Bell !" I could hear Park's voice behind me, sounding an bit in trouble and some footsteps too but when I redressed myself, I could hear an click of an gun...pointed at the back of my head.

"Game's over, you fucking fuckers." This was the voice of an man just behind me, his pistol threatening me. "Tutututut....don't even think about it." He added, knowing that I was looking at my M1911 on the table that he decide to grab in his hands.

"You must be...the british Knight." I put my hands up while turning around him to face him.

"I'm an Irish, you wanker." He told me, pointing his pistol right between my two eyes, seeing that Park was hold at gunpoint behind him by the third person, still hooded. I could discover his outfit, an big Perseus white paint on his torso and an black helmet. "You are the lady Bell, it seems."

"Touché." I decided to joke around, playing what Bell would do in that situation.

"Pretty funny." He breathed, sounding annoyed before he moved behind me, still aiming at me. "Walk, we're going to join Wraith and don't try anything with your friend." He ordered as we start to walk outside the security room, Park at my side and our hands up as Knight and the third person was holding us at gunpoint. We then arrived in the archive room where I could see Freya, putting something in an bag. "You got the data, Wraith ?"

"Yes, our work is done soon here." She replied, sounding normal before she turned around to look at us, not even surprised to see us here. "Where did you find them ?"

"Been wandering in the security room, Freya." The third person responded to her....that voice was..familiar to me as they were moving in front of Park before removing their hood.

"Sonya Kuzmin !" I snorted, discovering them after all these times in front of us...."How was the arrest by the CIA ?" I scoffed but my words only provoked Knight to literally put his pistol behind my head.

"Seems that you didn't forget about me." They exclaimed, smiling at me. "But now, the roles are reversed, right ?" She was the one to scoff right now, aiming at Park's face. "We got luck that the CIA guy told us about them." They turned around to look at Freya with an smile.

"He sold us out..." I whispered silently, exchanging an glare with Park...this mission was an set-up from him...he gave us away to Perseus....that's why he never wanted us to have support.....

"What do you want ?" Park asked Freya directly.

"What I want ?" Freya started, moving slowly towards Park to face her. "I want to know why...you stoled my Yiri ?" She demanded, feeling in her voice an broken tone deep inside her.

"What are you talking about, Wraith ?" Park was faking an incomprehension at Freya before Sonya moved to put Park on her knees.

"Don't touch her !" I ordered to Sonya, feeling the angriness in my voice before Knight decided to do the same for me and then, Freya moved to face me, kneeling.

"What did they do to you ?" She told me silently, resisting the urge to put her hands on my face before she did it anyway.

"Hey, who is she, Freya ?" Sonya demanded, sounding an bit stunned to see Freya doing this.

"She wasn't just an 'sister' to me, Sonya." Freya answered, turning her head towards them as me...I was keeping an straight face. "What...did you do ?" She repeated to Park.

"Nothing !" Park admitted clearly. "No one is touching Bell or they wil suffer !" She affirmed in an angry voice and Sonya decided to hit her on her face with their pistol, not knocking her down entirely.

"You..." I was going to curse and threw myself on Sonya before Knight put his hands on me to stop me moving.

"You ain't moving an single inch, maggot." Knight said in an serious voice. "We kill them and we're off ?" He demanded.

"No !" Freya directly replied, sounding an bit angry to heard this idea to have us killed here. "We have to bring the two with us, we will try to save Yirina and....maybe persuade Park to change allegiances..." She revealed to us before getting up.

"In your dreams." Park taunted them.

"Sonya." Freya gestured to them to move to Park to maybe hit her again but then, Sonya took an syringue out of one of their pockets to inject it in Park's neck who in the seconds following the injection, lose consciousness before falling on the ground on her back...

"What did you fucking do ?" I exclaimed loudly.

"We just put her to sleep." Sonya responded, throwing the syringue aside on the ground.

"Sonya, you call the helicopter : they will took the two with you back at the hideout." She ordered in an serious voice before Sonya moved away to make that call. "Knight, we will have to arm the nuke to cover our tracks."

"I ain't going anywhere and you will not take Park with you." I proclaimed, sounding like an death threat.

"I'm sorry." Freya whispered before she took an needle too, causing me to struggle but it was useless as Knight was holding me until Freya injected me with the needle...in the neck..."It's the only way, I'm sorry."

"Things are done now." Knight said as I was slowly going into vapes, falling on my back, watching Freya & Knight on top of me, watching me & Park almost inconscious before Freya took an radio in her hands.

"Stitch, we got the data !" She started as she looked at us. "We also got Yirina & Park, the CIA guy was right."

"Good, bring them to me." I could hear Stitch's voice through the radio as Knight was moving to grab my & Park's legs to drag us on the ground and I could only look at Park, trying to join my right hand with her left one....she was...inconscious and I was soon going to be like her...before I could hear Stitch for the last time as my body was going asleep....

"They will soon understand our vision for an Greater Russia !"

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Whatever it takes - Part 1 (Steve Rogers imagine)

Pairing: Angel!Steve x Demon!Reader (also there will be a fair bit of Demon!Bucky! x Demon!Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mind games, smut in later parts (Fuckbuddy!Bucky lol)

Summary: Angels and Demons have been sworn enemies their whole lives, that’s just how it is. When Bucky decides to go against these unsaid rules, it brings a set of consequences into the lives of those who spend time with him. In Y/n’s case that consequence is an angel named Steve Rogers.

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A/N: Hey guys!! So this is a new fic and will have probably like 10 parts to it, hope you like it!! Message me if you want to be tagged xxx

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Angels and demons all live on earth. They're all around, mixed into the world living among humans. It's the best way to do their respective jobs. There was a whole under world community of them around; Not just angels and Demons but other mythical creatures; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, the list goes on.

Humans were almost fully unaware of the people who lived around them, very few knowing that these mythical creatures were real... They would never know if they encountered one; they looked the same as the everyday average person. Only mythical creatures could tell who was who, the only two creatures that were harder to identify were Angels and Demons. They were good at morphing into a personality that was not theirs.

Angels and demons were life long enemies, a burning hatred between them since the day they landed on the ground. Angels discarded demons as being reckless; disruptive and manipulative, it was true, they were. It was not clever to get involved with them.

Demons discarded Angels as prudish, naive and boring. They stuck to their rules acting as if they were gods gift... Looking down on demons, with their heads held high a radiant confidence of superiority.

Both Y/n and Bucky had been friends since demons first made their way into the human population. They loved to wreck havoc on the world. They were a troublesome pair, ‘partners in crime’ some would say. They were competitive with each other, always testing each other's limits. But they were demons... They didn't have limits which was why it was so fun.

The both of them were always playing life games. How many humans they could get with on a night out. How many humans could they be home wreckers too. It was a dangerous game, but it kept things exciting.

Several times an angel was sent to where they had caused trouble, being scolded and moved on so they wouldn't cause a scene, always laughing it off and frustrating the angels. Winding up an angel was almost as fun as destroying other peoples lives.

The both of them were at a small bar playing a game of how many shots they could handle, along with 2 humans they had coerced into joining them. Humans were always compelled by demons, there was a certain pull humans had towards them making it hard to resist.

Y/n and Bucky were smirking at each other across the table, watching the two humans down their 11th shot of vodka that night.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to throw up" one of them spoke, standing up hurriedly and running to the toilets.

"Don't think God will hear you" Bucky said smirking, his eyes meeting Y/n’s with a knowing look.

"Fuck, me too" the other spoke, slamming a hand over their mouth as they followed the person before them.

Y/n leaned back in her seat laughing loudly as Bucky stared unimpressed at the empty spaces.

"Weak" he spoke before throwing a shot back, Y/n doing the same.

She watched as his eyes flicked over to the bar briefly before landing back on Y/n.

"Humans just can't hold their alcohol" she spoke grinning, tracing her top lip with her index finger making sure her red lipstick was still in tact.

She caught Bucky's eyes flicking over to the bar again, turning around to see what was catching her attention.

Y/n's eyes widened at the brightness, squinting slightly. She could see the side profile of a woman who she assumed Bucky was staring at. She had long red hair but that wasn't what caught her attention.

What shocked her was the white glow surrounding her. An angel.

Y/n had always been able to identify Angels, even if they were strong Angels who could hide their auroras.

Y/n could always see them.

She wondered if Bucky could tell they were Angels. The red head with her head held high, her posture up right with the utter most elegance. The man she was with turned around, Y/n having to look away for a second.

This guy was hardly even trying to hide his aurora. It was blindingly bright creating a pain in her eyes momentarily as she blinked. But it soon died down as if the Angel had forgotten to hide it.

Now Y/n could clearly make out his face. He was tall and muscular for an angel. She barely saw many Angels around so wouldn't fully know what they stereo typically looked like anymore.

Angels didn't exactly come to places like this. A bar, where alcohol existed, a place where people came to dance and sin. Normally ending up having causal hook ups on the toilet cubicles.

This mans face was what really took her a back. He held a strong expression as if he didn't want to be here. His eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown as he crossed his arms in disapproval at his surroundings. His jaw clenched showing just how sharp his jaw line was, that in itself was sinful to her. A smirk tugging at her lips.

He was doing what every angel ever did. Looking down on others, whether he was meaning to or not was a question Y/n didn't really care about.

"You think shes pretty?" Y/n asked, nodding her head towards the woman at the bar. Bucky nodded. Maybe he hadn't noticed she was an Angel yet.

"You should go over and introduce yourself" she spoke, smirking and raising one eyebrow up at him. A look he knew very well.

"Maybe not" Bucky spoke.

"I bet you to do it" she spoke, eyes narrowing as she waited for him to accept her challenge. He had to, it's what they did.

"Fine" he spoke, shooting her a quick wink before heading in the direction of the woman. Y/n saw how Bucky approached the two angels at the bar.

She could see the mans gaze follow Bucky, a glare on his features as he went to move in front of the woman.

Y/n quickly jumped up from her position making her way towards them and sliding herself in between where Bucky had now reached the woman and the man. She caught the eye of the bar tender ordering herself a drink.

She could feel the stare of the man she had just cut off from helping his friend, his angel gaze burning into her skin; but she ignored him, pretending he wasn't there. Y/n could tell that he knew what she was.

After receiving and paying for her drink she finally turned to the side to meet his stare.

"Can I help you?" She asked rolling her eyes. She was a demon, she had to act like one.

"Tell your little demon friend to back off" he spoke glaring at her still.

"And here I was thinking Angels were meant to be nice" she spoke pouting sarcastically.

"I'm willing to bet this is all a game" he spoke "so get him to leave her alone before I force him too".

"Ooooh I didn't think Angels could bet" Y/n spoke, a mischievous look on her face, eyes darkening at the sense of excitement. Steve frowned at her. Demons were manipulative. He shook his head trying to calm himself down.

"Well... I'm willing to bet that your friend doesn't even know my friend is a demon" she spoke. "much like in going to bet that my friend doesn't know your friends an angel".

Steve cocked one eyebrow in confusion. This is what demons do, he reminded himself. They played with the mind.

"Stop it. I'm not betting anything." He stared at her, jaw clenching tightly.

"You're cute for an angel" she spoke smirking up at him. She watched as he turned flustered. His cheeks heating up, stuttering over his words.

"I know what you're trying to do" he said, gritting his teeth.

"What do you mean?" She asked softly, pouting.

"I- I - well you're- you-".

"Aww I've left you speechless, how cute. So... Your place or mine" she asked scanning him head to toe. Steve shuffled from foot to foot, trying to keep his balance as her words shocked him.

"What?" He coughed clearing his throat.

"I'm only messing, I don't even know your name... Not that that's ever stopped me before" she said flashing him an innocent smile, contradicting every word that left her mouth moments ago.

All that came out of his mouth was "Steve, my names- uh Steve".

"You don't sound too sure" she spoke smiling smugly.

"Well, yes, my names Steve, definitely Steve".he said more confidently.

"That’s cute... Fits the whole innocent vibe you've got going on." She said raising her brows suggestively.

"I've told you my name, it's only fair you tell me yours." Steve spoke, some of his original angel confidence coming back.

"Someone knows how to talk to demons" she spoke surprised at his bargaining. "but when has a demon ever been fair?" She questioned.

Steve frowned, watching as she took a sip of her drink, he watched as she licked her lips... It was sinful how he saw her bite her lip so seductively, in thought before turning back to give him attention. Steve had to look away and mentally talk himself out of finding her attractive. He knew that’s just what demons did, they played on other people using seduction and emotional games.

"Y/n" she spoke, meeting his eyes in confidence a knowing smirk on her face that made Steve frown.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Love On-Set (Pt. 02 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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On the next morning, you make your way to the back of the hotel, where a van will come to pick you up. You're talking to Vicky through the phone, listening to her advice and tips for today. She won't be around as much this time, she wants you to build your own connections, but she will be aware of everything that's going on. The co-stars you'll be working with today are a few feet ahead, chatting, and they haven't noticed you yet. You don't mind though. They've been acting together for two years now, you wouldn't have anything to add to their conversations anyway.

“(Y/N).” The voice makes you turn around, seeing Dacre as he walks over you. “Morning.”

“Vicky, I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye.” Quickly, maybe too quick, you hang up, focusing on Dacre. “Hi. Good morning.” Nervously, you gesture at the others. “You should go stay with them. The van is almost here.”

“I'll introduce you to them, c'mon.” With a hand on the small of your back, barely touching you though, he guides you to the small group of people. “Hey, guys. Good morning. This is (Y/N), our Amy.”

“Hi there,” Joe says, reaching out his hand which you shake. “I'm Joe.”

“Natalia.” One of the girls says. You already know their names, but decide to let them formally introduce themselves. “These are Charlie and Francesca. But you can call her Fran.”

“Hello.” You mutter, shaking their hands before stepping back to stand beside Dacre.

“Heard you two shot together yesterday,” Joe says, typing something on his phone before putting it on his pocket. “I was there earlier but I think I left before you got there.”

“Yes. And I must say (Y/N) was amazing.” Dacre speaks before you can, and you blush at his compliment. You didn't do much, you think, it was just a simple scene. More complicated things will come.

“Thanks, but you were great too. I'm just trying to keep up.”

“It's good to see you're modest,” Francesca remarks, giving you a small smile.

“Just saying the truth.” You're still speaking when the van arrives, and the guys gesture for the girls to get in first.

You move to the back of the van since it's always been your favorite seat, resting the script on your lap before buckling up.

“May I seat here?” Dacre gets your attention, and you look away from the window, meeting his eyes.

“Sure.” You don't want him to feel like he has to be around you just because he was the first person you met from the show. But you won't just push him away like that. “Did you sleep well?”

“I managed.” He answers. “You?”

“I did.” Once again, you fall into silence. There isn't much you can talk about other than work. “Excited about today? Amy and Billy will have another confrontation.”

“Poor Billy. Amy's going to steal his heart.” He puts a hand over his chest and you giggle.

“He kinda deserves it. After breaking so many hearts.” Shrugging your shoulders, your mind goes through the scenes of the day. You'll have another one with Dacre alone. “I–”

“Hey. Why are you guys seated all the way in the back?” Joe asks, turning his head to look at you and Dacre. “Come–”

“They're talking. Let them be.” Natalia pulls Joe back into his seat, giving you a stare and a smile.

Blushing a little, you exchange a glance with Dacre before looking down at your hands. “You can go be with them if you want.” You decide to let him know.

“I'm alright here,” Dacre affirms. “Is there anything you want to talk about our scene today? Any ideas for something we could do better?”

“The director wants tension, so we have to focus on that.” Opening the script, you easily find today's pages, since they were marked. “Like here. You could keep stepping closer and I'd keep pushing you away. They're both nervous since they're talking about the Mind Flayer, but it would break that tension with a different kind of tension.”

“I like that. It can work.” Dacre leans over a little to read, standing closer. “Amy could give Billy a push, what would make him a little mad, but not the usual kind of mad. James wants me to convince the audience Billy will have strong, true feelings towards Amy, so I think it will help. He won't be as aggressive with her as he is with everyone else.”

You only get half of what he says, suddenly distracted by his voice. “Yeah, I like that.” You watch as his fingers trace the paper, following the dialogue lines. “You have a nice accent by the way.”

“I'm Australian.”

“I noticed.” When you turn your head to look at him, and he does the same, you take in how close he is, quickly looking back down. He has nice eyes too. “I think it'll be fun.”

“I hope I won't make you uncomfortable. Basically, all of our scenes together involve some kind of proximity.”

“You won't.” Uncomfortable is not the word to describe it. Dacre does make you a little nervous, but any girl would be nervous acting with someone who looks like him. You realize he probably misunderstood your gesture from before, looking away from him so abruptly. “I don't feel uncomfortable. And I agree with you. We should get to know each other, I think it would help.”

“It would.” The van bounces suddenly, what gets a tiny exclamation from Joe. “So. What's your favorite color?”

The silly question makes you giggle, putting a lock of hair behind your ear. “Pink. Definitely. But I also love blue and lilac.” Taking a deep breath, you decide to look at him, just to make sure you'll kick away whatever he was thinking when you averted your eyes from him. “Yours?”

“Red.”

“Only one?”

“Yes. I'm a normal person, unlike you.” Despite the sassy comment, Dacre is smiling, sustaining your stare.

“So you're normal? That's a shame. I don't befriend normal people.” Closing the script, you take a look through the window, admiring how the sunlight gives everything a golden shine.

“It was good while it lasted then.” He says, and you bite your lip involuntary. “Who's your favorite character in the show?”

“Amy.” You're quick to answer, turning to look at him again. When the car takes a turn, the morning sun casts its light right on Dacre's face, illuminating it. His blue eyes get your attention, and you notice they remind you of LA's beach, near your house. Shaking your head lightly, you snap back into reality. “It's my character. I own her that much.”

“That's favoritism. You can't pick her.”

“Who would you pick then, Mr. Montgomery?” He giggles at the name.

“I like Maxine.” He answers. “She's badass and I admire her for enduring such an awful step-brother.”

“I like Dustin. His voice is funny.”

“Here I was thinking you had a deeper reason for liking Dustin.” Dacre fakes a disappointed tone, but a small chuckle escapes his lips.

“You're a deep person then.” You conclude, giving him a quick glance.

“You can say so. Aren't you?”

Guys don't usually like thoughtful girls, you know that. At least not the ones you went out with. People, in general, don't like that, so you learned to keep things for yourself. “We can say I think a lot. But I don't usually put it into words.”

“Why not?”

You get the feeling Dacre knows he hit something inside you. Something he doesn't understand, but he knows it's there, that it's delicate. You can tell that by the change in his voice, all the joking tones left behind, replaced by a much serious expression. Guess you can tell him, it's not a big deal. “My father once told me I feel too much. That, just like my mother, I suffocate people with all my... Feelings.” Breathing out, you can't help but remember the fight you had that day, many years ago. “It was ugly. Everyone was yelling, I was a teenager and just had my heart broken by this stupid guy so... It just kicked in. I pretty much closer some doors that day.”

“I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

“Don't be. It's not a big deal.” Isn't it? You're not sure, but you tell yourself it isn't. Going back there won't help, won't solve any problems, won't change anything.

“Of course it is. It clearly affected you.”

“How do you know it affected me?”

“Your voice changed, so did your posture.”

Gasping, you look at Dacre. People don't notice these things. They just say they're sorry and change the subject. “You're very... Perceptive.”

“Well, I don't think feelings are a problem. If he felt suffocated that was all on him. Not you or your mother.” Taken aback by his words, you can't help but smile at how kind he is. “Anytime you need to talk about anything, I'm willing to listen.”

“Thanks, you're–” The driver hits the breaks, and when you look through the window, you realize you're at the set. “We're here.”

“May the fun begin.”

An hour later, you're in a dark pink swimsuit, shooting a scene with Natalia for the third time. This is about Heather, already taken by the Mind Flayer, making her first appearance at the pool. The director, who now you know is named James, makes several changes for every take, but you and Natalia just have to repeat the lines.

“So. You were talking to Dacre.” She says in between takes, as you wait to see if there will be another one or if you can go on to the next scene. Natalia gives you a look that makes you blush. You didn't know she was paying attention to you and Dacre in the back of the van. “You two getting along?”

“Yeah. He is–”

“Alright, everyone. Heather's coming down and Billy is entering the pool. It's a quick one, so let's get it done in one take if possible.” James announces, and you lay back down in the chair, happy that this conversation was cut short. “Everybody ready? Action!”

Everything sets in motion, and Hawkins Community Pool comes to life once again. You engage in small talk with Natalia as Heather climbs down her chair, walking by.

“Is she alright?” Nancy asks Amy, eyes following Heather.

“She must be sick.” You tell her before the cameras leave you, all turning to the locker, from where Dacre is already coming from.

You know your part. Exchange a glance when he's close by and look away, annoyed.

But that's not what happens. When he comes close, you do give him the look, the cameras now focusing on you, but the whole thing vanishes. Your mind is blank as you just keep staring, a weird sensation building up when you realize you're watching Billy Hargrove right before your eyes. But when he walks by, you see he breaks character for a moment, as if wondering what you're doing. Of course he thinks you're improvising. So Billy's face comes up again, eyes lingering on you until he passes by, and you break out of your state, looking away.

“What was that?” Nancy asks, and you wonder if that's Nancy or just Natalia, because the line isn't on the script.

“Nothing.” Your answer.

“Cut!” James yells and you relax, taking a deep breath. “(Y/N), I liked what you did. Good job! Five minutes everyone.”

“What was that?” Natalia asks again, in a different tone this time, making it clear it's her who's asking. “Did you improvise?”

“Sure.” Getting up from the chair, you follow her to the resting area they set up for you. “Just thought it would give him the tension he wants too much.” Lying is not your thing, but what can you say? That your mind went blank? That you forgot the whole script for a moment and Dacre's reaction was what saved you so you wouldn't be looking like a total idiot?

“You did well then.” She takes a water bottle, taking a sip. She doesn't seem so convinced though. “Oh, we'll start gathering to go over the Starcourt scenes. They'll be heavy and everyone agreed on start working on them so it won't be so messy on set.”

“It's a great idea. When will it happen?” The Battle of Starcourt is the most complicated and longest scenes of the season, and you're glad they want to go over it.

“We have a group chat. I can add you so you'll know when we'll meet.”

“I can add her,” Dacre says and you turn on your heels, giving a step closer to Natalia. “I have her number.”

“Great.” She exclaims, drumming her fingers on the table. “I'll go find Charlie and Joe. We got a scene together later today.”

“Ok.” You mumble, waving at her as she leaves. “Nice tan.” The words come out of your mouth the moment your eyes involuntary fall from his face to his chest. “Now I know why Billy turns every head when he walks by.” Thinking fast, you manage to bring some sense into whatever you were talking about.

“You also look amazing in this–”

“Dacre, (Y/N). C'mon.” The director calls and Dacre rolls his eyes, making you giggle.

“Guess this is our cue.” He says, gesturing for you to walk before him. “Are you nervous? We're going to be face to face again.”

“No.” It comes out too fast, and you're sure he can tell you feel the exact opposite. You weren't thinking about it, but now you are. “I'm alright.” You're walking beside him, near the pool to where James is gathered with some people, getting things ready for the scene. “I think Amy–” The words get caught in your throat when your bare feet slips on a puddle, but instead of colliding to the ground, you're pulled up quickly, heart beating fast from the sudden motion.

“Are you alright?” Dacre asks, his hand still resting on the small of your back, and the other holding your arm, making sure you have your balance again.

“Yes.” Now you definitely look like an idiot. “Sorry.” When you raise your head to meet his eyes, you clear your throat and step back.

“Don't worry, I got you.”

“(Y/N), are you ok?” The director asks and you nod, walking fast over him. “Good. Let's get this going.”

This scene is the confrontation about what happened in the road. And you're supposed to be 100% focused, the lines at the tip of your tongue, but as you breathe in deeply to get into character, you can't help but feel restless. Maybe if you do manage to befriend Dacre it'll get easier. Hopefully.

“Ready, everyone.” The command comes and you prepare yourself, quickly replaying the lines in your head. “Action!”

In Amy's skin, you start walking back to your chair, carelessly running a hand through your hair when your arm is grabbed suddenly, and you stop, turning around to face the source of the attack. Anger takes over your expression the moment your eyes, or better saying, Amy's eyes, find Billy. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“We need to talk.” That said, he pulls you with him, away from the people.

“We have nothing to talk about.” Amy keeps fighting but still trying not to let anyone notice. Billy drags her behind the supply closet, away from curious eyes and ears. “Let go of me!” With a push, you set free from his grip.

“Well, did you tell anyone?”

“Tell what? That we saw a huge alien monster made of darkness?” You whisper-yell, looking into his eyes and giving a step back, just to figure out there's a wall trapping you. “Of course I didn't.”

Dacre steps closer, his chest pressing you further into the wall. “Then you saw it too. Right?”

It takes a while until you remember the line, and what you're supposed to do since the proximity clouded your mind. With both hands on his chest, you push Dacre away. “Yes, I did. It was after me.” You mutter as Dacre plays his part, surrendering into your push before coming closer again.

You take a deep breath, struggling to remain in character, annoyed and anxious, who can't wait for Billy to go away. “I...” He stutters. “I forgot it. Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Alright, let's roll it again from 'Did you tell anyone'. I want constant eye contact this time. Action!”

You get exactly two seconds to take in the command and set it into motion, but you do as you're told, raising your head slightly so you're staring at Dacre.

“Well, did you tell anyone?”

“Tell what? That we saw a huge alien monster made of darkness?” You've seen blue eyes before, but not that blue. It startles you a little when Dacre steps closer, and in an attempt to put some distance in between you two, you move back, hitting the wall. “Of course I didn't.” You manage to push out.

“Then you saw it too... Right?” Dacre changes his tone, and you get the idea. Billy is confused, not really convinced that what he saw was real.

“Yes. It was after me first in case you don't remember.” Keeping the annoyed tone in your voice, you have Amy push Billy away, now, slightly aware of your hand on Dacre's bare chest. Keep it professional, you tell yourself. This is a job. “And stay away from me.”

“That thing...” He steps closer again, ignoring Amy's requirement. “...What was it?”

“I really need you to stay away.” Another push, but this time Dacre grabs your arm, leaning even closer, putting a hand on the wall beside your head. You roll your eyes, breaking eye contact just for the sake of your character before she slips away again. Regaining your senses, you look up into his eyes.

“Sorry, if I'm making you nervous, princess, but I can't have anyone else listening to this crazy talk.” He gives you his wicked smile, the one that makes the girls melt.

That's it. That's the moment when Amy stands up to him, and you have to nail it because honestly, you don't think you can do this again. So you stand up straight, ending the tiny distance that was left between you and Dacre, between Amy and Billy, chests colliding and eyes burning with anger and indignation. “You think you can flash a smile and have all the girls of Hawkings at your feet but I won't fall for it.” You hiss, standing on your toes just a little bit, trying to match his height, but, of course, it doesn't happen. Dacre still towers over you. “So drop the bad boy act, jerk, and if you want to focus on the real problem here, the freaking thing coming from the sky hunting us, you're free to talk to me.” Then you leave, storming away, leaving the shooting area before turning around to get a glimpse of Dacre's acting. Billy keeps staring at the place where Amy went, which makes Dacre look straight at you. You see Billy's surprise face, filled with perplexion, not able to believe what just happened. Then, it softens, as he slowly goes back into Dacre.

“And cut! Jesus, it was amazing.” James exclaims, standing from his chair. “I don't think we should do another take, despite thinking a kiss would fit well in the scene.”

Your eyes go wide as you stare at James, who looks pleased with his work. You thought you'd have more time before kissing Dacre. To get to know him, so it won't be a mess like it was right now. You don't even know how it was possible for it to be so good as James says. You were all over the place.

“But no, it will be better on screen to build up the tension until it explodes. You did very well, you two.” James friendly touches your shoulder. “I can see you're still a little nervous, but it's normal since you basically just met Dacre.” He gestures at him, who comes to join you, and James puts an arm around his shoulder. “Perhaps you should get together and work on the kissing scene. See how you feel, how you could make it even better because every time you improvise, it gives me goosebumps and I like it. You two have chemistry.” His voice gets a little higher on the last word, and he let's go of you two. “So this is a little homework. Go over that scene and let me know if you think anything should be different.”

When James leaves, you're blushing, his words echoing in your brain. Homework? Does he really want you to do that? “Like a read-through?” You ask.

“You already did a read-through. Do the real thing. Or even better.” He turns around, walking backwards. “Get it on camera and send me so I can check how you two are doing. Amy and Billy are this season's power couple, I want it to be amazing. You're both doing great and that's why I want to take this to a whole new level.” And he sets in motion again, gesturing for someone to give him something. “Now get ready, I want to shot Heather's scene again.”

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Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

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