#it’s the ‘superman: very hungover’ for me

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 6

a calum hood songfic

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Calum wakes up confused and wickedly hungover. His head is pounding and he feels like he should probably throw up again, but he doesn’t think there’s anything in his stomach to remove. It takes a minute, but he realizes he’s in Tillie’s bed. Had he spent the night?

It’s not his first time waking up in her bed. Naturally, he’s spent countless nights in it, but never without her wrapped around him. He’s shocked when he looks to the bedside table and sees a bottle of Gatorade and two pills he assumes are ibuprofen. He takes the pills instantly, washing them down with the fruit punch flavored beverage Tillie apparently left out for him. 

When he gets out of the bed, he’s a little woozy and takes a few seconds to get his bearings. He’s still wearing his costume. Calum walks out to the living room, where Tillie is already awake and cleaning up the disastrous mess left behind from the party. She’s wearing a muscle tee that was once Michael’s with a pair of striped boxers, her hair messily thrown into a bun. She has bags under her eyes and mascara smeared everywhere.

To anyone else, she’d look like shit, but Cal still thinks she’s prettier than everyone else on the face of the planet. 

She doesn’t see or hear him walk in due to the music she has blaring while she cleans with her back to him. He awkwardly stands there, not sure if he’s supposed to talk to the girl he has only spoken to once in the past year — last night. When she turns around and finds him standing there, she jumps and drops the beer can in her hands.

“Goddamn, Calum. You scared the shit out of me,” she huffs, bending over to grab the can she dropped.

He clears his throat, his mouth feeling wildly dry even though he’s just drank half a bottle of Gatorade. “Sorry.”

Tillie just keeps cleaning, and he doesn’t know what to do, so he follows her lead. He grabs a trash bag from under the sink and starts to collect cups and cans.

“You don’t need to help, Cal. You can go home.”

“I don’t mind.”

She doesn’t say anything further. Since Calum is helping gather the trash now, she grabs the vacuum and switches it on, trying to get rid of at least some of the glitter that’s coating her floors. She didn’t actually drink that much the night before, so she doesn’t have that bad of a hangover, but she was up until 5 am with the last of the party attendees. They were playing a game, Secret Hitler, time and time again, until Michael checked the time and kicked everyone out for Tillie.

She slept on the couch, but barely got any sleep, Calum’s words still echoing in her head on repeat.

The two of them work in a wordless daze, the music Tillie has playing acting as a soundtrack for their awkward dance of grabbing trash, vacuuming, disnfecting, and tidying around each other. Once Tillie’s home is restored to its usual state of organized chaos, Calum’s stomach grumbles loudly.

“Do you want to go grab breakfast? I know you love the place down the street.”

Calum, wide-eyed, is at a loss for words at Tillie’s suggestion. She’s asking him to spend time with her, one on one, despite their very tense, brief conversation last night. 

“I’m buying, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she adds.

He nods, and she nods in response. 

“Do you want something different to wear? I’ve got some of Mike’s stuff in the dryer you can wear instead of being Superman in incognito,” Tillie says while she walks to her bedroom to grab a sweatshirt and shoes. 

Calum follows her. “Uh, yeah, that would be nice.”

Tillie grabs her favorite hoodie and slips on a pair of Birkenstock clogs before she heads to the laundry room. She opens the dryer and fishes around in it for a pair of sweatpants and the long sleeve shirt that Mike somehow left at her house over the past few weeks. When she finds what she’s looking for, she hands the clothes to Calum.

“I’ll be in the living room,” she tells him before she leaves him to change.

When Calum is done dressing in Michael’s stuff, he meets Tillie in the living room. Together, they go downstairs and then leave the building, walking down the street a few blocks to the cafe they used to go to together at least once a week. Tillie hadn’t been since she left Calum that sticky note. It felt weird to go without him, even if she did crave a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from there all the time. 

They still don’t talk, and without even asking Calum what he wants, Tillie orders the same thing he would get every time in the past. Black coffee, scrambled egg bowl with home fries, side of hot sauce, and a cream cheese danish that she will end up eating half of. 

“Surprised you remember,” he says when they get their ticket number and stand off to the side to wait for their food. 

Tillie shrugs. “We only came here a million times and you ordered the exact same thing every time.”

Calum nods. “Thanks for buying me breakfast. And, um, for letting me sleep in your bed last night.”

“You’re welcome. You’d do the same for me, and I’m glad you had somewhere safe to sleep. Drunk Calum Ubering home sounds like a recipe for disaster.” 

He laughs quietly, staring down at his feet. He’d forgotten how tiny Tillie’s feet are compared to his. They look comically small next to his feet. He’d also forgotten what it’s like to laugh at something — anything — with Tillie. 

“Fair. Still, I know things are… weird,” he says. “Between us, I mean.”

They’re weird because of Tillie. It’s her fault. A lot of things are her fault, and that’s a fact she knows all too well. She’s chewing on her lip while she thinks, feeling guilty about a lot of things, but especially for what she’s done to Calum. 

“It’s about time we are able to interact again, Cal. I miss you.”

Calum’s expression shifts to stone cold in an instant. She misses him? She doesn’t get to miss him. She doesn’t get to miss him when she left the way she did and ignored him for a year. That’s not what someone who misses him would do. Those words would’ve made him melt a few months ago, but right now, it pisses him off.

He doesn’t say anything before he turns around and walks out of the cafe. 

Tillie, confused, takes a minute to process that he’s leaving. Once it settles, she runs after him, mumbling “what the hell” while she tries to catch up with the man who is over a foot taller than her who got a head start.

“Cal! What the fuck?!” She yells after him, but he’s walking quickly and isn’t going to stop. 

She thought they were making progress and things were actually going pretty well, but now that she’s running after him on the sidewalk of a busy street, she realizes she thought wrong. 

“Calum! Wait! What did I say? Why are you leaving!?”

He halts.

Calum turns around, glaring at Tillie. His jaw is clenched and his hands are balled in fists at his sides. He’s livid.

“Why am I leaving?” He asks. His tone is bitter and clipped. “Why did you leave?”

Tillie’s mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. She wasn’t prepared for this to be the conversation they’d have. She thought things were going to be okay between them. She didn’t expect that he’d be so cold so quickly. She’s confused and quickly becoming upset, too.

“I needed—”

“Space, I know. You keep saying that, but you got your space and suddenly it was filled with new people. What about me, Tillie?” He hates the way his voice cracks, giving away the root emotion of his anger: hurt. 

It wasn’t about him. It was never about him. Why didn’t he see that?

“And now, you found somebody new that, apparently, you’re actually happy with. And that shit hurts. I have to watch the girl I love be happy with someone new, even though we were happy. Tills, we were so damn happy. Then you were just gone.”

Tears are forming in her eyes and she digs her fingernails into her palms as she squeezes her hands into fists. She doesn’t realize how hard she’s biting her lip until she tastes blood. She doesn’t know what to say, because Calum isn’t wrong. She was happy with him. She’d never told him, and she’s never told anyone, but she did love him. She does love him. Things were going so well between them, but when shit hit the fan, all she knew how to do was run.

So she ran. 

“Does he even know about me?” Calum asks.

It’s rhetorical. He knows she’s not going to say anything, and he’s honestly a little surprised she’s still standing in front of him. He thought she’d just go home as soon as she realized what conversation they’d be having. She’s so good at running away.

“I mean, he definitely knows who I am, right? The bassist of the band you toured with for a year. Your best friend’s other best friend. He knows I exist, but does he know it all?”

Tillie’s crying now and hot tears are streaming down her cheeks.

“Does he know how we got drunk in Montreal and you told me about the shit you’ve done? How we lived in our own perfect little world for a few weeks? What about the nights we spent on the beach in Australia? Does he know your favorite color is yellow, but you can’t stand to listen to the song? Did you tell him that you told me I was the only person you’d ever met that you’d want to be in a relationship with?”

The questions come pouring out of Calum and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop. It’s partly therapeutic to get to say all of this to her now, after a year of sitting on these thoughts, but it’s also breaking his heart to watch her stand there and cry. 

“I know he doesn’t. You’ve acted like I haven’t existed for a year, Tillie. You can’t even say my name to Michael. You shut down whenever he mentions me.”

She feels betrayed that Michael told him that, but she can’t blame him for it. It wasn’t a secret.

Calum is done talking now, standing there and watching the girl he loves cry on a sidewalk. She looks like a mess. Hell, he looks like a mess. They’re a disaster, just happening for the world to see. He’s hoping there isn’t a paparazzi camera aimed at them right now.

“Are you done?” She asks. Her voice is so quiet and distraught. He’s never heard her like this. He hasn’t ever seen her actually cry. It’s so foreign, and there’s a piece of him that feels horrible for making her cry, but he’s glad he’s finally been able to talk to her about everything.

When she ran away, she didn’t have to face the consequences of her actions. She didn’t have to see how she broke him. 

Calum nods.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Well you did,” he snaps. 

“I was dealing with some shit, Cal, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I pulled back. I… I’m sorry. I was…” Tillie trails off. Does she tell him? Does she finally say the words? Does she admit the worst facts she’s ever had to come to terms with, out loud, for the first time?

The word sits at the tip of her tongue, but she can’t say it. 

“You were what, Tillie?”

She answers him with silence.

“Figures. Just shut down again.”

Tillie sighs, staring at him through her tears. She wants to tell him. If there’s anyone on this planet she wants to tell, it’s Calum. 

She wishes things were different, and that she didn’t fuck it all up. She wishes she could tell Calum and they could go back to the way they were. She does miss him. She was so happy with him.

The word is right there, but Calum won’t be able to hear it, because he’s walking away, just like she did.

Grieving. Tillie was grieving.

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[gotham-exclusive]

Full credit to the creator @ ThePandaRedd on TikTok who actually made this video (if he contacts me to take this down I will) but I couldn’t just not post yet another golden video of his after watching it...

#it’s the ‘superman: very hungover’ for me #as well as the ‘... bruce wayne’s basic as shit’ #and the ‘had some uhhhh... WOOO IM BRUCE WAYNE... adverse effects’ #don’t forget the ‘then i... flickedhimintoorbit...’ #i can’t pick a favourite but it’s all so funny #dc comics #dcu #dc cartoons #dc #incorrect dc quotes #dc characters #clark kent #superman #bruce wayne #batman #deathstroke #the justice league #jla #tiktok

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

Worlds Greatest Detective

Had fucked up

Bruce Wayne isn’t a slob, he’s not lazy- he is the complete opposite of his persona “Brucie Wayne”, who is a lazy pampered prince. But Bruce Wayne? Never.

So after Bruce finishes a snack he washes his dishes like any civilized human would do- or else Alfred would have some very choice words and some very petty actions towards him. It’s a simple task, take off his rings, run the water, apply the soap, scrub then rinse.

Simple.

But someone tell Bruce how the hell he managed to drop his ring down the drain? And someone tell Bruce why the didn’t stop for a moment and think before shoving his hand down the drain?

He fucked up. Now he’s stuck. But Bruce Wayne is a genius, he can get himself out of this silly situation. So he tries pulling... and pulling... and pulling. Ok, next option, lubricant. Soap will do. So Bruce proceeds to pour a generous amount of soap around his hand, he moves it around to make sure it’s coated, then he pulls. And pulls. Ok so next move.

What’s the next move?

He groaned loudly, thinking how utterly ridiculous and stupid this situation is. “Ok... dammit,” he muttered to himself. He decided to reach for his phone and-

Shit. It’s on the kitchen island directly behind him, where it’s just out of his reach. Why did he do that? Oh right, because he got water in his speaker last time. Right. Perfect. Wonderful.

“Alfred?” He called out, “Alfred, Damian are you still here?” No response. Shitshitshitshitshitgodammitshitshit.

Maybe he can reach his phone? He thought. So with all his grace he leaned towards to island, swishing at the air in hopes his phone would magically come into his hand. Nah.

Leg, his leg might reach. It’s longer than his arm, and his can get some torso length in there. Lifting his leg and leaning his body out he kicks at the counter, his brows furrowed. Fuck. Bruce is very flexible, but his leg and torso are extended to the fullest human capacity, and fuck why are these countered so spaced out?!

Bruce pulls his body back and lays his forehead on the cold countertop, trying to push down the rage that’s building up in his chest. This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid. “Is anybody home? Stephanie? Jason? Ca- not you, Titus,” He lifted his head from the counter and looked to his right, and there Titus stood in front of Bruce, wanting to investigate the noise. Seeing nothing interesting Titus tilted his head and gave a “boof” before turning out and leaving him to his own demise, “no wait,” Bruce reached out for the dog who already made up his mind.

So there he stood.

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Dumbass

Knowing he now has to swallow his pride and go into his next move, he groans loudly. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s called when it wasn’t anything life threatening. Sure, it’s rare, but it does happen. Plus, he always understands, and by now he knows the differences between help and help. But Bruce knew there would be consequences... because he isn’t scared of Bruce, all his intimidation tactics fall short, completely on deaf ears around him.

“Clark,” his voice sounded almost like a whine, his voice was a little hoarse from literally forcing the words past his lips, “if you’re not busy I need a hand.”

Just as soon as his finished his sentence Clark was stood in front of him, flannel, glasses, and cowboy boots, “howdy.” Bruce closed his eyes at Clark’s greeting, then opened them to send him a hard glare, “what’s seems to be the problem, Bruce?” A wide and knowing grin spread across Clark’s face. X-ray vision. No explanation needed. Sure friends help friends in their times of need. But best friends? Oh yea, Bruce had to earn his help by paying the high price of humiliation.

“Just hand me my phone, Clark,” pointing at the device just out of reach.

A shocked and confused looked replaced Clark’s smile, “oh, this? This phone right here?” He also pointed, walking to grab the device, “you don’t happen to have Face ID do you?”

“No, I w-“ It was a lie. Clark know had opened his phone just by turning it to Bruce’s face. A sigh left his body, was this price worth his freedom? Probably not.

“Hold on, B, I’m not dressed properly. This is a rescue after all,” and just in a blink of an eye Superman now stood in front of a tired looking Bruce, having no choice of his front vow seat the shit show that was about to unfold. Clark lifted the phone and snapped a couple selfies with Bruce, grinning his charming smile that the world adored him for. Bruce looked like a hungover raccoon, putting it kindly.

“Are your done? Just get me out and I’ll buy you a horse or something.”

“Aw, you do care. I knew you were listening when I told you about that pony farm,” Clark didn’t bother to look up from the phone, tapping away at the screen, “oh Bruce, your groupchat is named ‘family’?”

His eyes widen, “don’t you da-“

“-Isn’t Dick a firefighter? I think that he’s better for this job,” Clark announced, taking a seat on the island that just out of reach, “I hope you understand Mr. Wayne, I’m glad to offer help but them seems like a job for our local emergency service.”

“If you call 911,” Bruce growled, gritting his teeth together, leaning towards the other man and close as possible, “I swear.”

Scoffing, Clark waves him off, “of course not, why would I waste a 911 operators time? There’s people who need real help out there. I’m calling Dick directly.” Once again, is the price of freedom worth it?

————-

“Fireman Dick Grayson reporting for duty!” Cried his oldest child with two other firman following close behind, “hey pops I h- is that Superman?” He faked a gasped, clutching his chest.

The group chat had blown up by now. A series of text and FaceTime calls followed shortly after.

Damian: “Tt. Father this is utterly disappointing”

Bruce: “Sorry to be disappointing, kiddo”

Stephanie: “lmfaoooo I’m coming over. Be there in 10 don’t escape until I get there”

Jason: *screenshot of the photo of Superman and Bruce posted on Twitter with the caption: “when your dad panics and calls Superman”

Jason: *another screenshot of a multitude of replies along the lines, “what are you doing step bro?” “What are your doing Superman?”*

Duke: “the mighty Batman has finally met his match. A kitchen sink”

Cassandra: “😆😆😂🤣😬🤔🧠🤷🏻‍♀️💕💕💗💓💖”

Bruce: “thank you, Cassandra. I think.”

Stephanie: “imma do a live when I get there 🤣”

Tim: “you know we’re not going to let you live this down right b?”

Dick: “dumbasssssss”

Dick: “don’t worry B I’ll be there to rescue you shortly”

Bruce: “I can unadopt all of you.”

Alfred: “master Bruce, please word yourself properly. “Unadopt” isn’t a real word.”

Bruce: “Sorry, Alfred.”

So now that official rescue crew has arrived he expected this to be a quick and professional release. Nah. Dick, his oldest, his light in the dark, his son, his baby boy, is an asshole.

Dick started taking his own selfies with Bruce and Superman. Dick and Clark wore bright smiles, full of perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Bruce, again, looked like a mess. He was wearing an old shirt, old sweatpants, no makeup on, his hair an untamed, scattered, frizzy mess. He should’ve conditioned, but he wasn’t expecting to go out today or have any photos done today.

The price of freedom is high, but not worth it.



#Bruce Wayne #batdad #superman #Clark kent #batman #Batfam #my post #I just want to make people laugh tbh #also I’m tired of Bruce seeming so perfect #I want him to do stupid things and make small mistakes #and I want more Clark terrorizing Bruce #also no I’m not editing this I’m lazy #dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #duke Thomas #Stephanie brown #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne

[jippy-kandi]

Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 29: Escape The Burning Jungle (Review)

Thoughts on the twenty-ninth episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

So, this was actually a pretty great episode (with a few hiccups). I was pleasantly surprised. But I would’ve loved this episode just that little bit more had all the kids actually been together. :P

Taichi screaming Hikari’s name really sounded like a girl’s voice, lol. Yes, I know Taichi’s voice actor is female - but it was super feminine and I don’t think it should’ve been. :P

Agumon to Taichi: “Stand up, Taichi! Taichi, if you give up, who’s going to save Hikari?!” Like . . . was Taichi really just going to flop on the dirt and do nothing? I guess it was a nice moment for Agumon to have, but I don’t think Taichi would ever have been in that situation in the first place. At least, OG Taichi would never.

OMG Patamon literally looks dead - and instead of being concerned, I am laughing??? XD; Oh, Takeru, stop giving your digimon alcohol please. Your pig is hungover.

Taichi tells the others that Hikari was kidnapped - and Jou is still just chillin’ in the hot springs with a harem of Nanimon. Like??? It’s ridiculous when the stakes are so high and Toei just uses a character as comic relief - you’re literally telling your audience your work is a joke.

Takeru to Taichi: “I’m going to fight, too. So Taichi-san, please fight for Hikari-chan.” Did you hear that? Listen. That’s the sound of a thousand Takari fans getting erect. :P

I actually liked how the Woodmon appeared and scared Agumon, lol.

OMG the Budmon are SO CUTE! New favourite Digimon alert. *SQUISH*

Oh, and there’s a random Lopmon. It’s cute, too, I guess. :P (ESPECIALLY ITS FOOTSTEPS! <3)

I do really wish that the 2020 writers would focus less on action, and more on characterisation - but, credit where it’s due, they do a really good job at making the Digital World feel alive with digimon. I want more of this.

Taichi holding Lopmon is the most precious thing ever. Frame this for me, please. <3

Koushirou continues to be an info dump - but at least Yamato appreciates it! Yamato: “Continue to investigate, Koushirou.” Koushirou: “*Gasp.* Yes, Yamato-san!” Did you hear that intake of breath by Koushirou? The boy almost climaxed at Yamato finally calling him by his first name, lmao. XD; It’s cute, though. <3

I hope the gemstones Mimi and Palmon found will be important to the plot later on . . . otherwise, while it’s cute for Mimi’s character, I am really judging her sunny disposition while a friend’s little sister is kidnapped. :P

Jou is just a joke. I’m very close to being done with him. Sora is listening in and she’s like, “These fools aren’t going to do anything. LET’S GO!!!” :P

BUDMON, NOOO! YOU WERE TOO CUTE TO DIE. Even angry Budmon is cute AF. D:

A tiny-in-comparison Allomon bites MetalGreymon’s metal arm and makes him scream . . . bish, please. That Allomon’s jaw should be broken!

Taichi finally falls off of MetalGreymon, hits the ground multiple times, and . . . survives. Well, of course! He’s Superman! I SAW HIM FLY ONCE. :P

Taichi: “I have to save Hikari . . .” Did you forget that your little sister turned her nose up at you as she willingly left you? No? OK. (I’m trollin’. That Hikari scene still makes me laugh.)

IT’S MOTHERFUCKING SORA TAKENOUCHI! That was seriously epic. I loved everything about it. Thank you, Toei, for finally giving Sora a moment that she has long since deserved. She was amazing. A true hero. HAVE MY BABIES, SORA. No, have Yamato’s pls, thx.

Bless the little Budmon and their tiny ineffectual horns, lmao. It’s the thought that counts. XD;

Ooh, Parrotmon. Let’s go, nostalgia!

I loved this episode - with a few minor annoyances (see above). I just needed all the kids to be together and this would’ve been pretty close to perfect. Please, Toei, keep the quality up! Hopefully it’ll only be a few more episodes until the team is completely reunited. I still have hope for this series! :D

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon adventure: #digimon adventure 2020 #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #sora takenouchi #koushirou izumi #mimi tachikawa #jou kido #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #review #screenshots #spoilers #this episode gives me hope

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Baby Blue Eyes

(I wanted to write something cute cause I’m sleepy-ish and I Desire Soft Things. 80′s high school au, quarterback!Geralt and prep!Jaskier)

tw: alcohol mention, underage drinking (don’t do it kids) 

Baby Blue Eyes - A Rocket to the Moon

---

Geralt sighs and and stares up at his bedroom ceiling; he can’t get his stupidly cute new neighbor out of his head. 

The Pankratz family (which consists of two parents, a sixteen year old boy, and a senile grandmother) had moved in next door yesterday and the boy had decided to choose the room directly across from Geralt’s as his own. Not the slightly larger room at the back of the house across from Lambert’s (which Geralt learned he’d kindly given to his grandmother). Not the carpeted one downstairs across from Eskel’s (whenever Eskel was home from college). 

No, he’d gone for the one closest to Geralt’s. Of course.

Not that the boy had known it was so close to his when choosing, of course. The quarterback couldn’t blame the underclassman completely. It’s not like Julian, who had glared his Mom down for introducing him by his lame name and corrected her with ‘Jaskier’, knew that Geralt was bisexual as fuck.

It’s not like Jaskier knew that Geralt had developed an instantaneous and irrational crush on him. 

Geralt sighs again and rolls onto his side, looking out through the crack in his curtains and into Jaskier’s equally dark bedroom. He closes his eyes and prays for sleep to take him sooner rather than later.

---

“Geralt!” 

He shouldn’t be here. He’s too young for parties like this. Fuck, I’m too young for parties like this and he’s practically a baby in comparison to me. Geralt pulls Jaskier free from the crowd and escorts him out onto the front porch of the house where the kegger is being held.

“You’re drunk.” 

Not an accusation, just a statement of fact. The younger man glares defiantly up at him and Geralt feels his gut fill with warmth; fuck, he’s cute. 

“I’m not drunk, dear heart, I’m tipsy,” Jaskier corrects him. One of those long, slender musician’s fingers is poking Geralt in the chest as he speaks. Then the younger man’s eyes widen and his hand flattens against the quarterback’s pectoral. Geralt flushes but Jaskier seems completely unperturbed by his own strange behavior (probably due to whatever he’s been drinking or smoking). “Wow. You’re...firm. Very strong feeling.”

“Football does that.”

“Oh right. You’re the team captain.”

“Mhm.”

Jaskier looks up at him with wide, baby blue eyes and gives him a dopey grin. Geralt’s heart pounds a little faster in his chest and he tries not to let his feelings show on his face. The younger man speaks again, slurring his words slightly as he does; “Wow, Geralt, I can’t believe I haven’t told you you’re so pretty, yet. I think about it all the time, you know. How pretty you are. White hair, honey-colored eyes, such broad and heroic shoulders...fuck me, you’re hot.”

“Let’s get you some water and get you home, yeah? I don’t want you throwing up on Casey Slaterman’s front porch tonight, Jask.”

Jaskier looks around the slowly dying party and nods, “Yeah, good idea.”

Geralt drives them both home and forces the underclassman to drink two full bottles of water. Enough to keep him from getting hungover, at least. The football player shoves his neighbor through his bedroom window and climbs in after him without waking up his parents, by some miracle. He lifts Jaskier into bed and covers him up with his Superman sheets, smirking to himself about his crush’s taste in comic characters. I guess Superman isn’t the least dynamic member of the DC pantheon...

If Geralt presses a gentle kiss to Jaskier’s sweaty forehead before climbing out the window and disappearing back into his own adjacent bedroom then nobody has to know. 

---

He can hear Jaskier crying as soon as he opens his bedroom window after coming home from practice. The usually cheerful brunette is sitting on the eave of his roof all alone. His arms are wrapped around the tops of his knees, pulling them tightly to his chest; his head is buried in those crossed arms. His shoulders are shaking with the force of his sobs and hiccups even as he tries to smother them. 

“Jask,” the older boy calls softly. “Are you okay? I mean, clearly you’re not, but do you want to talk about it?”

Those blue eyes snap in his direction, obviously startled by his sudden appearance. 

“Sorry,” the boy apologizes, “You usually stay later after practice on Fridays. I didn’t think anyone would hear me. I can go inside if I’m bothering you.”

"You’re not bothering me at all,” Geralt says quietly. Softly. “Do you need some moral support? I’m the team captain, after all; it’s kind of my job to offer moral support.” 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“What do you need me to do?” 

Jaskier can see, even from this distance, that the older boy is being completely sincere. He sniffles and shrugs. “Wanna come over?”

“Sure.”

Jaskier’s heart leaps in his chest as he watches his handsome neighbor (and secret crush of nearly three months) gracefully descend from his own bedroom window and climb his way onto Jaskier’s roof. He seats himself nervously beside the sophomore and rests his hands behind him in order to lean comfortably back. 

“What’s bothering you?” Geralt asks, “Do you need me to beat someone up?”

“No,” Jaskier says, a small smile breaking through the tears. “But thank you for offering. You’d make a lovely knight in shining armor.”

“I’m no prince,” Geralt scoffs. Jaskier shrugs and seems to disappear even further into the neckline of his hoodie. He’s nervous, Geralt can tell. 

“Here,” Geralt tuts. He pulls the sleeve of his navy blue flannel down over his hand, out from beneath the sleeve of his jacket, and uses it to wipe away his neighbor’s tears. The younger boy’s cheeks are damp and flushed pink; he looks so incredibly sweet and vulnerable in this moment. Geralt is afraid to ruin it by saying something stupid so he just mutters, “You’re too nice to be crying so hard.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s stupid,” Jaskier argues. “Not worth talking about. I shouldn’t have even asked you to come over here. I know practices are hard and that you’re probably exhausted and just want to go to bed and I know that I’m just your neighbor and everything but tha-”

Geralt cuts him off by leaning over and pressing their lips together. Jaskier’s eyes go wide and round and his body stiffens but he doesn’t pull away. Geralt does, quickly. “Sorry!”

“Huh?” The sophomore is dazed. 

“I’m so sorry. I should have asked first but you just seemed so scared and you look so sweet with your hoodie like that and I-”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to interrupt him with a kiss. When they part this time they both chuckle softly. “So, I guess that answers a few of my questions.”

“Yeah,” Geralt nods. “Mine, too.”

Geralt wraps his Letterman's jacket around Jaskier’s shoulders when the younger boy starts to shiver in the chilly night air of early autumn and pretends not to see the surreptitious sniff Jaskier gives it. “Thanks.”

“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” Geralt asks, suddenly self-conscious. Jaskier puts his arms through the sleeves of the jacket and leans against Geralt’s side. The older boy puts a tentative arm around him and Jaskier scoots closer to make the message clear: Yes, like that. 

“Of course,” Jaskier nods. Geralt can’t help but lean up off of one hand. He uses it to push a stray lock of brown hair from the younger boy’s forehead. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I think my boyfriend is playing.”

“Is that what we are now, boyfriends?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier bites his lip oh-so-cutely and shrugs again, “Maybe. If you want.”

Geralt stares deeply into those baby blue eyes and smiles widely. “Yeah. I want.”

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Read All About It: Superman Connects with the Youth!

This is a request by @nahznalmao here on Tumblr. The request was basically for Superman to torment Batman with TikTok dances, and this thing wrote itself. Absolutely hilarious idea. Here’s a link to the Fortnite dances Superman is doing in case you’d like some cursed images rattling around in your brain as much as I do.

Gen, comedy, ~1K.

Read on AO3 instead.

Read All About It: Superman Connects with the Youth!

Sometimes, Bruce wonders if it’s worth it, being Batman. The never-ending fight, the lack of sleep, the injuries. It’s not easy, and some days he feels the strain more than others.

Like yesterday and today. Yesterday was shaping up to be a normal, average night, with normal, average villains causing normal, average trouble. Then, Robin sent him a video during patrol. He ignored it, because the caption was five laughing emojis and Bruce was dangling one of Penguin’s goons off a roof at the time to figure out what exactly the bird wanted with far too much plutonium.

And then he received, over the course of a few hours, videos from Barry, Hal, Diana, Oliver, and a few other JL members, all of which had similar captions. It is, at this point, now looking back on it, that Bruce realizes he should have known something was up. He should have known not to ignore the messages. But it was a long night, and Bruce Wayne had a long day coming up, and he just wanted some dinner, a shower, and his bed.

That morning he awoke to Alfred’s pancakes and a headache. The headache is normal. Pancakes are not. Pancakes herald bad news. He digs in with a sigh. There is no way he is asking what this omen is about until after he’s eaten at least one of them. And has his coffee.

“Good morning, Master Bruce.”

From his warm, comfortable bed, Bruce peers suspiciously at Alfred, “Is it?”

With his usual nonchalance, Alfred smiles blandly, “Yes.”

And then he leaves.

Bruce is left to contemplate his pancakes in growing confusion. The sun is warm on his bare legs. He doesn’t have a meeting for another hour. Alfred apparently thinks it’s a good morning.

The pancakes sit, unassumingly, along with a growing pit of concern. This can only mean two things: either one, the kids have done something Alfred finds amusing but that Bruce will hate, or two, someone has done something in the news that Bruce will hate and have to deal with.

Damn it, he thinks, mind already whirling as he flings his arm out for his phone, it’s the videos, it has to be.

It is indeed the videos.

Clark, as Superman, is on Tiktok, an app Damian has been banned from using while in costume, dancing. To Bruce’s rising horror, each video he opens is a different video. Clark has made at least ten of these catastrophes. The one named Breakin’ ends in a handstand that would be impressive if Clark weren’t literally Superman. He opens Disco Fever but closes out of the video as quickly as possible. Even Bruce, an actual billionaire, is not paid enough to watch Clark do that. At least the Electro Shuffle just looks like Clark is messing around with his feet. Watching Clark on the video called Fresh, Bruce wonders idly if this is worse than some of the Joker’s torture schemes. The Pop Lock video probably is, to be honest. Apparently, someone is helping Clark with these videos, because in the Rock Out video, Clark is pretending to strum an actual guitar, painted red and green. The last time Bruce checked Clark did not own a guitar.

His eyes narrow. Damian has a guitar. Damian has a very distinct paint job on his guitar as well.

Bruce refuses to reply to any of the messages and instead finishes his coffee.

It’s only been about twenty minutes from the time Alfred had opened his blinds. It feels like it’s been a small eternity. Frankly, Bruce is surprised Clark hasn’t contacted him. This seems like the kind of thing Clark would have tried to rope him into.

He sends Clark a text and then goes to get ready for another day as Bruce Wayne.

By the time Alfred has bundled him into the car, Clark has sent him something from the Daly Planet, written, unsurprisingly, by Clark Kent. The headline says, “Superman Connects with Youth” and Bruce doesn’t even bother to read the rest. He lets his phone drop to the seat and tilts his head back. It’s not even nine yet.

Hopefully, the Wayne Enterprises Board will just assume he’s hungover and not experiencing a stress-induced migraine. He puts on sunglasses to sell the look and restrains himself from sticking his tongue out at Alfred when he sees a smile flicker across the older man’s face. It’s going to be a long day.

**

When Batman drives into the cave, he notices lights first, and then, as he rounds the corner, the bright red of Superman’s cape. He’s dancing again, and for some reason in the cave.

Bruce doesn’t think he’s experienced a lot of road rage in his life, but the urge to hit Clark, and Robin, who is dancing right along with Superman, is almost impossible to resist. He breathes in and reminds himself he has enough willpower to take a ring from Green Lantern. He can resist wrecking the batmobile against Clark’s back even as the alien grips one ankle and seems to seize in midair.

He can resist.

“If you were the one that showed Superman that website,” Bruce starts, hopping out of the batmobile to check the monitors, “we are going to have a talk.”

Damien puts his hands up and shakes his head, grinning, “Nope! It was Superboy!”

Clark turns pleading eyes on him and begins to tell Bruce why it’s so important for them to connect with today’s generation and, as chair of the JL, Superman has this duty above all others, but Bruce cuts him off with “the last thing I want to hear is why you’re doing this. Just leave me out of it.”

They definitely high five when Bruce turns back to the monitors.

Something tells him this isn’t about connecting with the “youth” and is more about seeing what they can get away with while Bruce is on monitor duty.

Damien shouts excitedly and Bruce wonders if his headache will go away tomorrow.

“Supes! Your first video just hit fifty million views!”

There’s the distinct sound of a high five behind Batman.

He sighs quietly through his nose. The headache is definitely not going away any time soon.

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The Assistant / Chapter Thirty-Seven, “The Tables Have Turned”

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“At least I had my orientation with Harry to look forward to that coming Friday, but I still wouldn’t start at his firm for another week after that. The anticipation was killing me, and so were the little moments Harry and I shared when I happened to remember them. Sometimes I wish the alcohol had stolen those memories away, because they hurt too much to remember, but then at other times I’d never wish them away, because they give me something irreplaceable - hope.”

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              “You think I like having you in here, destroying everything that was me until all that’s left is you and a dead shell? You're all I bloody think about ... dream about. You're in my gut ... my throat ... I'm drowning in you.” 

                        - Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S5 x E14)

“How’s yer dad doin’?” Harry asks me when I return to my seat across from him, the soda threatening to spill over the top of my cup.

“He’s doing good, thanks. It took a while for his energy to come back, and sometimes he gets tired easily, but it’s a process,” I answer, plucking a chip from the small white bag and drenching it in the yellow queso. “He’s pretty happy to have all of his hair back, and he’s started to get back into running and lifting weights. Late last summer he started back to work where he does construction.”

“Wow, I feel like I learn mo’ ‘bout yer dad e’ry time we talk ‘bout him. I didn’t know he was into weights and all that, good fer him. Bloody hell he’s like superman. Ya dunno how happy I am t’ hear he’s back on his feet, and doin’ well,” he murmurs with a gentle warmth adorning his features.

It spreads with a spark across my skin when I feel his fingers wrap around mine, squeezing my hand. I’m guilty again with an absence of words when I look back into his eyes, all syllables stolen away from me at the sight and by his gesture. I don’t need to say anything though because unspoken words pass between us as he stares back at me, memories unraveling from all of the times he showed up for me. I still don’t know how I could have ever doubted he cared about me.

“Thank you,” I reply emphatically, squeezing his toasty hand in return. His thumb brushes along the back of my hand before letting it go.

“Welcome, Becks. ‘m sorry I wasn’t there at tha end t’ celebrate,” he responds softly, sadness laced throughout his words as his head falls. His eyes avoid mine as he picks up a few pieces of shredded cheese that fell onto the wrapper laid in front of him.

“It’s okay, Harry, we both kinda forgot.” His head of curls goes up and down at my softly spoken words that only brush the surface. Regardless, I think that it did the job and he knows what I mean. We both know that we ignored the other and forgot, whether on accident or purpose. “I guess there are several reasons for our celebratory dinner and drinks.”

“Very true, bug,” he agrees, the dimples finding their way back onto his cheeks once again. The itchy nervousness abates when his eyes lift again to mine and he holds out his half-eaten taco, grease and warm sour cream dripping from it. “Cheers t’ yer dad’s recovery, catchin’ up with old friends, and tha best o’ all - Becks gettin’ tha associate position at me firm workin’ with me. ‘m excited t’ see what tha future holds for me new favourite lawyer.”

“Stop it, or else I’m going to start crying, and you’ve seen me cry more than enough,” I smile, blinking back the tears as I hold out my taco and bump it against his. “Cheers to new beginnings, Harry.”

“Cheers, Becks, and ‘s okay if ya cry. Happy tears are good too.”

“Very true,” I agree, taking a page from his book before I finish the rest of my taco, a silence falling over our table. It’s replaced with crinkling of wrappers, sips of soda, chewing of crunchy chips and chocolatey churros, and stolen glances at the other.

“How’re Skye and Robbie these days? What’re they up t’?” he inquires, squashing the wrapper of his third taco into a ball that he sets on the side of the tray for our trash. I watch as he plucks a quesadilla from the stack of dwindling food, but he stops and grabs a churro as well with a sly grin. “Hey, they’re fer me too.”

“Harry,” I warn teasingly, a giggle peeking out from my words which he quickly echos, although accidentally. “Um, they’re both good. Skye got a new job at a salon on the west side that she likes. It’s called Roots or something or other, and Robbie is still working at Black and Blue. He actually started dating a girl recently, but I’ve yet to meet her. God, it seems like everybody else is having luck with love, beside us. Myles told me he’s engaged now, and then Robbie’s girlfriend, and Skye said the other day she has a date this week.”

“Ya, we’re ratha pathetic, aren’t we? We haven’t even had any drinks yet and we’re gushin’ ‘bout bloody love,” he cracks, clucking his tongue before feeding the rest of the crisp churro between his rose lips. My oh my, is that a scenic sight right there.

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” I remark, finishing my second taco and grabbing the remaining quesadilla, earning a disapproving head shake from him.

As the flavors of the tangy sour cream, fiery seasoned chicken, and gooey cheese melt on my tongue, our words hit a sensitive spot in my heart. I just hope we can avoid it for the rest of the night, or else I’m afraid I might blurt out some words I’ve been itching to say.

+

“Hurry up, ‘s bloody cold,” Harry titters, digging his hands further into the pockets of his matte black coat.

“How far are we even going?”

“Oh, hush, you. ‘s not very far, jus’ anotha block,” he answers, his lengthy legs far ahead of mine.

“Harry, that’s what you said like five minutes ago, and slow the fuck down!”

“Hey, watch tha language, there’s no need t’ swear,” he remarks, meeting my eyes over his shoulder with his brows quirked into a V. When we arrive at a busy intersection, our feet stop on the sidewalk, and a muttered curse falls from his lips.

“Oh, so you can swear, but I can’t?” I quip, poking his arm playfully.

“Yes, li’l one, I can. ‘m not bein’ a very good role model fer ya, am I now?” he replies, a hand leaving his pocket to pat the top of my head covered in a knit hat. I respond with a roll of my eyes as his sly grin graces my eyes. “Are ya shrinkin’ on me, Becks?”

“Don’t.”

He only giggles, turning back to the onslaught of moving lights around us. I’ve always enjoyed the sights of London like this, the neon and fluorescent signs hugging every street, and the towering buildings. Harry mumbles a ‘c’mon’, tugging on my sleeve until I follow him across the crosswalk. Soon, we come upon a pub with a green neon sign donning the front, reading ‘Murphy’s’ that Harry pulls me into. His long legs lead me through the entryway, across red-tiled flooring, and to the long wooden bar where boisterous laughs sound.

“Can I have two Purple Haze martinis, please?” Harry says to the bartender, a tall fellow with an interesting red mustache that curls at its ends. He nods and turns around to grab two martini glasses.

“What are Purple Hazes, like is it something Prince liked to drink?” I ask Harry, falling onto the black bar stool beside him.

“I dunno, but you’ll like it. Jus’ trust me,” he smiles as he slides off his coat, and I admire the new view of his side profile. Something I haven’t seen in a long time. Seven months both does and doesn’t feel like forever, especially compared to that day I found him standing at the front of that lecture hall. Yesterday, when I turned around to find him standing in Myles’ office, it felt like it had been years. I blame it on all of the hurt. “‘Scuse me, can we also get two Skittles shots? Thanks.”

“So, now you’re my drinking mentor too, huh?”

“Pretty much, ya,” he smirks, balling his hand into a fist that he lays his cheek on to look at me. The smile winding its way along his lips under the dim lights drills a hole into the armor around my heart that’s cracking more and more. “And yer not doin’ that sissy thing ya do where ya have a glass o’ water on tha side.”

“Harry, I don’t want to be hungover tomorrow!”

“Becks, you’ll be fine! T’morrow’s a Saturday, anyways. What will it hurt?” he answers, shrugging his shoulders as the crinkles begin around his eyes. They almost disappear from my view when he looks to the bartender who sets the shots down in front of us, Harry mentioning adding it to his bill after thanking him. “Bottoms up, bug.”

“Oh, God,” I sigh, taking the greenish-yellow shotglass of liquid from his outstretched hand. “Stop looking at me that way.”

“What way?” he inquires with a furrowed brow, holding the shot close to his grinning lips.

“Like you know we’re about to get drunk.”

“Cheers,” is all he says, clinking his glass against mine before downing the liquid effortlessly. Shaking my head, I exhale loudly as the liquid nears my lips, and then it burns with hints of sweet and sour on the way down. “See, not so bad, was it?”

“Shut up,” I retort in the middle of a cough racking my chest, setting down the glass with a clunk.

“I have a question,” he announces after his giggling dissolves into the air. “Ya neva told me how you and Skye met, so how’d it happen?”

“You’re thinking about that right now?” I quip, carding a hand through my hair after I slip off my mauve-colored beanie. He shyly nods as he fidgets with a ring on his left hand, meeting my gaze only shortly. “We met in first grade. She was scary at first, because one day early on she got mad at me for stealing her friend, or something- I can’t remember. Then the next day, she came up to me and we were both wearing pink Hello Kitty shoes, and decided to be best friends. Like they say, the rest was history, and we were joined at the hip from then on. We were in the same class a lot throughout the following years, took the same electives in high school, and moved to London together to go to uni.”

“Sounds ratha picturesque, dontcha think? Or I s’pose that’s how it goes with five-year olds,” Harry murmurs, nodding to the bartender when he brings us the purple martinis. An awe leaves my lips when I see the ombre of purple hues filling the glass. “‘s vodka, Curacao, Black Raspberry Liqueur, and cranberry juice. I think you’ll like it. Go ‘head, try it, Becks.”

I obey and bring the chilly glass to my mouth, relaxing at the sweet taste of berries, filling me with the color purple. Then I wince at the harsh bite of the alcohol, eliciting a titter from Harry whose foot I kick with mine. Beside me, he gulps down a quarter of the drink, unfazed.

“How about you and Myles?”

“Good question, I dunno if ‘ve eva told ya that story,” he hums, tickling his stubbly chin with his fingers while thinking. Even the way the skin between his eyebrows disappears when he’s thinking is cute. God, everything about him is and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it to myself once all of this alcohol passes my lips. As another drink of the martini burns my throat, I think I may be warming up to that idea, but there’s the possibility it could all be for nothing if the alcohol steals our memories away.

“We met in high school inn’a class I can’t rememba tha name of, but we both hadd’a crush on tha same girl, and we both played guitar. So it was natural,” he mumbles, licking his lips and making me feel woozy all over at the sight.

“Sure, that’s a real natural friendship,” I giggle. “You know I’m a lightweight, by the way.”

“Oh I know, ‘m bettin’ onnit,” he returns with a wink, bringing the large glass to his bubblegum lips.

“You know what’s good?” I follow, watching his thick eyebrows hike up his forehead. “That Kinky stuff,” I respond, taking another sip. I almost choke on it when I glance at the shocked look screwing up his face.

“Becks.”

“No, God- t-the vodka, Harry . . . not that other stuff,” I chuckle, my entirety collapsing into nervous laughter. His own echoes mine as a prickly warmth spreads like fire across my body.

“My bloody God, Rebecca Holte, are ya already feelin’ that drink?” he hums, his bony knee knocking against mine underneath the table. The fiery nervousness abates briefly at the mention of my formal name, one I can’t recall the last time I’ve heard him say in its entirety. It comes as a shock to me, considering at times I’m convinced he’s forgotten it.  

“No, I-I just thought a liquor connoisseur such as yourself would know what I’m talking about.”

“Sure, I totally don’t believe you on that one, love,” he replies, scoffing when I softly hit his shoulder. “Yer prolly into handcuffs and gags, arentcha?”

“Harry Styles!” I exclaim, squirming when his hand covers my mouth. It falls within seconds, but the spicy vanilla smell coating his body remains with me, along with the warmth of his touch. Most of all, the familiarity and safety wrapped all in it causes a pang in my chest. “I do not do handcuffs, or bloody gags, and nor would I ever tell you, if I did.”

Words fleet his lips as he drowns them with another swallow of his violet martini. I turn away with my hair tickling my cheek as it shakes from side to side. It flies in front of my eyes when his fingers plunge into my sides, yanking laughs from my mouth as he lifts his eyebrows at me with a look that tells me to be quiet.

“I missed you,” I blurt out at random, feeling his fingers still on my side and his expression relaxes. The happiness falls from his eyes and cheeks, and with it I turn away, unable to deal with the disappointment I’m sure I’m on the verge of.

“I missed you too, y’know . . . loads,” Harry concurs, his fingers dangling at my side until they wander to my hands clasped in my lap. He steals one of them away and holds it against his leg, rubbing circles into my knuckles.

If this doesn’t make me spill the beans, then I’m positive the following liquor just may, and it all might come crashing down in front of me.

The next shot, a Lemon Drop, didn’t go down as smoothly. I felt like I was going to hack up a lung when I feel Harry’s warm hand on my back.

“Alright?” he murmurs in a rush, patting my back firmly until the cough subsides. “Sorry, that lemon one ‘s kinda hard sumtimes, ‘s ratha sour.”

“Ya think?” I respond, trying to make it go away with the last gulp of the Purple Haze, but it’s only a few seconds of relief.

I exhale and only feel his hand leave me when he orders a water, and two Tequila Sunrises, his a stronger one.

“Breathe, love, a water’s on ‘s way,” Harry hums, squeezing my arm. I nod and swallow hard, embarrassment coating me like a musty sheet.

“I thought you said no water.”

“Hush, I gotta take care o’ me li’l one,” he assures me, bringing a finger to his lips when I dare a look at him. A smile returns to my lips and remains there when the cold water graces them, him sipping at the Tequila Sunrise sat between his ringed fingers.

Oh, what I’d give to be able to wake up to a sunrise with him by my side. Oh, Harry.

“Hey, wha’s that ya got there?” he inquires, soon his painted nail lifting the bracelets from my right wrist. “Becks has a tattoo?! Since when?” he exclaims, astonishment and shock mixing into a cocktail amongst his features. His eyes bug out of his skull and then narrow when they return to my wrist.

“It’s a Queen Anne’s Lace, Robbie has one too, just on his upper arm and bigger. We got them when we were eighteen, um . . . . after our Gran passed. Grandma Holte . . Ann Holte,” I explain, helping him by removing the bracelets from around my wrist.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or just him, but my wrist finds a new home in his palm that he turns to better look at. The shock is replaced by a slow smile transforming his face, bleeding into his eyes that find their way back to mine.

“‘s gorgeous, Becks, truly. ‘ve always found tattoos o’ flowers t’ be so beautiful, yer makin’ me want t’ get anotha one even mo’ now. I mean, I have tha rose and anotha sumwhere I think, but now I want anotha thanks t’ you,” he hums, tracing the ink with the tip of his thumb, just a whisper of his touch. “‘m sorry ‘bout yer Gran, sounded like it was premature which ‘s always tha worst. Knew ya were strong, but fook, ya amaze me e’ry day, Becks.” Unannounced tears press warmly at the back of my eyes as he admires the sprawling flower, tracing each little petal until he’s tracked them all.

“You didn’t think I was that badass, huh?”

“No, ‘ve always thought ya were a badass, babe. A flower tattoo jus’ takes the cake,” he quips, looking me in the eyes and sending another crack down the case in my chest.

I don’t know how many more little shocks like this I can take, or my heart, before it breaks free from the cage I locked it up in so long ago. I hid it there to protect it from him breaking it, again.

+

“This ‘s me,” he announces, bringing us to stop in the parking lot. My confusion only grows as I look around, until my eyes stop on the black Harley Davidson in front of us.

“What? It’s the middle of winter, Harry.”

“I know, I know. That’s what e’rybody says, but I dress warm. I like t’ take her out e’ry once in a while t’ keep her runnin’ good. Maybe ‘ll hafta take ya onn’a ride when ‘s not too cold fer pussy Becks,” he coos, voice rising to a mocking tone.

“I’m sorry I don’t like the cold wind ripping my skin off,” I titter and his eyes roll into the back of his head with a groan. I stand there awkwardly, eyes following him as he grabs the helmet from the locked bag towards the back seat.

“Ya sure yer good t’ drive, bug? I can give ya a ride if yer not too much o’ a puss puss,” Harry remarks, turning to face me as he holds the buckle strap to the side, a smirk claiming his face.

“Yeah I’m good, thanks. Those four waters and twenty trips to the bathroom helped,” I answer, although regretfully as everything inside of me screams at me to accept.

Girl, how dumb are you?

Quiet, demon, I can’t take it back now.

“Good, ‘m glad t’ hear that, love. I uh, reckon ‘ll see ya inn’a week then?” he replies, sliding the helmet over his dark curls, fingering the chin strap.

“Yeah, the eighteenth.”

“Don’t miss me too much now,” he jests from behind the lack of visor that he had pushed up and out of the way. Even with the bulky metallic gold helmet, he’s so goddamn sexy it’s unbelievable.

“As long as you don’t miss me too bad either.”

“Eh, ‘ll try not t’ but it’ll be hard,” he echoes jokingly, squishing his lips to the side with a thought and suddenly they collapse into a pout. Then, he winks at me as he settles onto his bike. “See ya inn’a week, Becks.”

“Bye, Harry. Have a good weekend, and careful driving.”

“You too, bug, drive safe. ‘ll talk t’ ya soon, gotta get tha recipe fer that Kinky Blue drink from ya,” he tells me, the bike rumbling to life when he twists the key in the ignition.

“Bye,” I exhale, taking one last look at him before I turn around. I put one foot in front of the other and walk away from him, my least favorite thing to do of all things on this planet.

From behind my steering wheel a few cars down, I watch in awe as he slides on gloves before toeing away the kickstand and pulling out of the lot, looking more handsome than ever.

Just when I think he can’t surprise me, he does just that, and in the best way possible. Every time.

+

“Care to explain where you’ve been all night, missy?”

“It’s not even eleven, Mom,” I respond with a firmness trying in my voice, but I can’t muster it as I slide off my boots. No, there’s not really any reason in the world that I could be upset right now, or feign anything other than utter happiness.

“I know, I can read a clock, Ree. Hey, what’s that big smile for? I never got to hear how your interview went yesterday.”

“Oh yeah,” I realize aloud, the words falling automatically as I hang up my coat in the closet by our front door. Boy, is that a lot to unpack and rehash, and yet I look forward to relaying it all to her. That way, I get to relive all of it a little bit, and I don’t mind if I do. “Well, you were out all night partying too, so you can’t be mad at me.”

“You got me there, I’m guilty. Or can I say that yet, Ms. Lawyer?” Skye responds, a lightness showing in her words. After closing the door to the closet, I find the anxious eagerness waiting in her eyes, bringing elation to the front of my mind as I nod.

“I got the job yesterday,” I barely am able to say before she crossed the room, surrounding me in a hug. “Harry called me when I got home from work and told me the good news!”

“Oh my god, Ree, that’s so amazing! I’m so happy for you, holy shit!” she exclaims, amazing me at her strength when she squeezes me with her noodle arms. “Was he happy to see you?!”

“Yeah, I think so, and fuck he looked so good, Skye. He hugged me the first second he saw me.”

“Aww, that’s so bloody cute. So, when do you start?”

Pulling away, I look her in the eyes and revel in the happy celebration coating me in waves again.

“Monday the twenty-eighth, but I have orientation with him next Friday.”

“Oooo, lucky you!” she smiles, and I swear my happiness about the whole thing has only doubled since she stopped being angry at me for applying.

“And I may or may not have just went out for those belated dinner and drinks with him tonight,” I reveal slowly yet eagerly, watching more shock paint her face and her jaw drops.

“Ree, you basically went out on a date with him, that’s my girl!”

“Skye, it wasn’t a date!” I protest feebly, because once again any of the negative emotions have no chance at outshining the wonderful positive ones right this second. “It was just to celebrate my new job, and to make up for the dinner we never had this summer, and the drinks he wanted to get for my birthday which also didn’t happen.”

“Wait, what?!” she almost explodes, nearly all of the emotions under the sun covering her face, if only for a few seconds at a time. “I thought you didn’t talk to him on your birthday?”

“Well yeah, I didn’t besides that one text,” I answer, and then I slowly see the realization shine in her eyes.

“You opened his presents?!” she shouts, coming to grab my arms as I giggle with a nod.

“Yeah, after I got home and right before he called. Talk about a lot of happy tears yesterday.”

“No wonder you weren’t answering my calls, and I don’t blame you, you were a busy girl. Busy with Harry,” Skye notes aloud, the same sunny emotions showing in her words, but they die down as she nears her finish. “I told you he still cared about you.”

“I know, you were right all along, and it kills me that I ever believed he didn’t. He got me a mini purple piano keyboard, a journal to write songs in, the first season of FRIENDS, and wrote me the sweetest birthday card. Then, he called right after to tell me I got the job, and fuck, it all seems like a dream sometimes. But then I called him at work today to set up the orientation, and he had the idea to get together tonight, and it’s all like a dream come true,” I tell her softly, and slowly it all doesn’t seem so fake anymore, but instead it feels just like the dream I’ve always wanted my life to become.

“Girl, you are so lucky,” Skye comments, dragging me by the hand over to the sofa where we fall with a thud, heads resting on the back cushion. “Did you kiss him tonight? Because God, Ree, you are both so in love with each other, I dunno how you haven’t kissed him already.”

“I don’t know,” I muse aloud, staring at the ceiling, but really all I can see is him smiling at me at the bar. His hand on my back when I was coughing, bringing my hand into his when we said we missed the other, and all of those feelings sitting in his eyes that I’m sure he could’ve seen in mine as well. “I think I’ll wait until I get settled at the job, because starting a new job is always the worst part and overwhelming enough as it is.”

“If you say so, Boops, but I figure that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“Yeah, guess why?” I counter, turning my head to face her, finding strands of purple hair sticking out of her messy bun. She looks back at me, confusion etched into the lines in her forehead. “He’s my mentor for the next few years and I’m his mentee, so I get to work with him every day and all day.”

“Ree, you should’ve led with that! Holy shit, why didn’t you?” she exclaims, swatting my arm in disbelief as I dissolve into a happy laugh. “That’s amazing! You get to work with him and under him, it sounds like a pretty good deal,” she chuckles, her laughing lips falling into a please smile.

“I know, I really can’t believe the last two days sometimes. I hit the jackpot, the Harry jackpot,” I giggle happily, relaxing against the sofa, trying to remember his spicy vanilla scent. If I try hard enough, I can smell it when his hand covered my mouth in a joke, and the warmth of his touch the few times our hands met. It wasn’t nearly enough times, though. “I have to work with Myles my entire second week though, because he’ll be in Scotland to try the case I’m helping him prep for my first week.”

“That’s shitty,” she grimaces, crossing her arms over her chest clad in a fuzzy blue bathrobe. “Just ask him out when he gets back then, it’d be too annoying starting to date while he’s away. If you didn’t, I’m pretty sure you’d die from missing him, Ree.”

“Fuck, I already might, I’m dreading it,” I sigh sadly, not even wanting to think about how pathetic I already feel not looking forward to that week.

“I know you are, but don’t. You have so much more to look forward to just in the next few weeks, and maybe you can sneak your second and third date in there, and a kiss perhaps.”

“Oh my God, Skye, shut up,” I retort, but it’s soon consumed by my laughter as she pulls me into her arms and her chin rests on my head.

“I’m so blooming happy for you, Ree. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“So have I, Skye, so fucking long,” I recall aloud, trying not to let the melancholy find me as I lose myself thinking about how ungodly perfect he looked tonight. And how I get to see that handsome face five days a week for the near future; talk about lucky. Talk about a dreamboat finally lifting its sail.

+

The next few days seemed as if they took twice as long, and the mild headache I woke up to on Saturday morning didn’t help. Although relaxing, the day dragged on and soon it was Sunday, with another long week ahead of me. At least I had my orientation with Harry to look forward to that coming Friday, but I still wouldn’t start at his firm for another week after that. The anticipation was killing me, and so were the little moments Harry and I shared when I happened to remember them. Sometimes I wish the alcohol had stolen those memories away because they hurt too much to remember, but then at other times I’d never wish them away, because they give me something irreplaceable - hope.

One of the many things they don’t tell you about becoming an adult is how music makes everything all the more tolerable, and exciting. Air Hostess by Busted fills one of my ears as I pass the aisle for boxed pasta, pasta sauces, and the like. On an endcap, I grab a box of fettuccine that I toss into my cart. Lifting my eyes, my legs move again and come across a figure that walks right out in front of me. Our metal carts bang against the other’s as a warmth tickles my insides, and my lips.

“God, Styles, you’re an awful driver,” I remark with a tsk, removing the earbuds to stuff into my pocket.

“Oh, hey, Becks. ‘m sorry I didn’t see ya there,” he comments, turning his tired green eyes to mine. He messes with the gray knit beanie covering most of his messy locks, and it suddenly makes me hyper aware of my godawful just-fell-out-of-bed appearance.

“No duh you didn’t,” I snicker, kneading the plastic sheath on the cart’s push bar. “Wow, nice Sunday Best, I’m impressed,” I tease, running my eyes over the baggy gray sweats covering his legs and the cream Abbey Road crewneck on his torso.

“You as well, Ms. Power Rangers,” he quips, nodding his head at my outfit that compares very much to his with black cheetah sweats, a hoodie, and beanie. “Which one was yer favourite since there was neva a purple one when we were li’l?”

“I know, I felt so ripped off by that,” I sigh, following him as he takes off and turns into the next aisle. “But I always loved the red power ranger, I don’t really know why.”

“Hmmm, interestin’ seein’ how he was always tha one in charge. D’ya have a thing fer bossy men or sumthin’, Becks?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh, tapping his bum with the front of my cart, earning evil eyes from him over his shoulder. “Who was your favorite Power Ranger, then?” I say, turning the tables to him. He comes to a stop in front of me, straying from his empty cart to grab a few cans of corn and peas.

“Green, I think. Can’t really rememba why,” he shrugs, placing the cans in the cart, soon returning to another section of shelves to pluck a large can of crushed tomatoes from it. “Which season was yer fav’?”

“Time Force, for sure.”

“Oh c’mon, Dino Force was far betta,” he scoffs disbelievingly, giving me another dirty look as he sets down the large can in his cart, crossing off something on the piece of blue paper he holds.

“Maybe you should be friends with my brother, seeing how you like all of the same stuff. The green Power Ranger was his favourite, and so was Dino Force,” I laugh, comparing two different brands of green beans, deciding on the cheaper one that I grab. My legs pass his cart and when I see him shrug his shoulders with a sly grin, I softly swat him on the arm, his name leaving me.

“Becks, ya betta watch it,” he giggles, catching my arm in his gentle grasp.

“Or what?”

“Don’t test me,” he warns, but the grin creasing his cheeks tells me otherwise, he’s harmless. I bump my shoulder against his after he lets go, but not without a tickle from him.

“Harry Styles,” I groan, grabbing a can of tuna from the shelf. His grin is wider when I turn around, rolling my eyes at him on my way back to my cart.

“Rebecca Holte,” he whines in a mocking voice, once again shocking me with his recollection of my name.

“Don’t, it sounds weird when you say my name like that.”

“It really does tho’,” he remarks agreeingly, words falling into a hearty laugh. I almost echo it until I spot the look on his face. Following his eyes to the shelves, I find his stuck to a display of Spaghettios. Some have meatballs in them, hotdogs, the pasta are in different shapes, and some cans are bigger than others. I’m not sure which one he’s looking at, but the absence of anything on his face whisks that question away. “Alright?” I ask softly, taking a few steps towards him, and he wakes back up when my hand touches his arm.

“Y-Ya,” he hums sadly, letting my fingers come around his forearm, almost as if I’m about to hook arms with him. God, I wish. “‘s been a while since ‘ve seen these, and even longa since I ate ‘em. I always used t’ eat ‘em at me granddad’s house with a piece o’ buttered bread,” he explains, nodding towards the arrangement.

“Oh, Harry,” I exhale, sadness bending my features as I squeeze his arm. He musters a forced laugh, carrying his eyes over to mine with apology held in them. “It’s almost been a year, hasn’t it?”

“Ya, this week. I can’t believe it,” he remarks softly, kneading his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger of his free right hand. “Almost think I should grab a can fer him, but I dunno if ‘d like ‘em now. I don’t wanna ruin that memory.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to buy it. You could buy or do something else to remember him, Harry.”

He nods beside me as I look up at him and watch the thoughts paint his face. It seems his face goes through every emotion within a minute - sadness, regret, confusion, frustration, grief, etc.

“Maybe get something you both like.”

“Ya, he loved those fudge-striped cookies, maybe I can find some o’ those instead,” he decides, tearing his eyes away from the lines of cans to meet mine. “Thanks . . Boops,” he smiles, that simple image calming the worrying of my heart.

I laugh and walk away from him, returning to my cart that I begin to push, but I find Harry’s in my way. With a playful groan, my lips part, “Come on, Harold, move it so we can go to the cookie aisle.”

“Hey, that’s not me name,” he responds, wrapping his bare fingers around the handle, giving me another glare over his shoulder.

“Well, neither is Rebecca, so don’t call me that.”

“But it ‘s actually yer name. Yer confusin’, y’know that?” he tuts, shaking his head as he looks straight ahead, moving down the aisle. “Hey, how’d ya eva come t’ be called ‘Boops’, anyways? I rememba Skye would call ya that sometimes when ‘d come ova.”

“God, I can’t believe you remember that nickname,” I groan, receiving a light chuckle from him ahead of me. On purpose, I bump the front of my cart against his bum again as he waits for somebody to pass.

“Becks- I mean, Rebecca, stop,” Harry says, turning halfway to meet my giggling eyes. One sits in his greens as well, but he only lets it show as a curling of one side of his mouth. “Ya I rememba, that’s all she called you. I think she did it on purpose.”

“Probably, knowing Skye she did it to bug me or embarrass me,” I comment, taking a right down the big aisle in between all of the smaller ones. Rows upon rows of cookies come before our eyes soon, along with baking supplies like flour, sugar, and chocolate chips. Dang, the amount of chocolate in this aisle is unreal, and somehow comforting. “My dad started it when I was a baby, or so I’ve been told. He’d tap my nose with his finger and it always made me laugh, I guess, so it stuck.”

“Aww, that’s adorable. Does he still boop yer nose when he calls ya that?”

“Sometimes,” I laugh, leaving my cart on the side as I pull out my phone, bringing up my shopping list. “So what are you all buying today?”

“That’s cute, y’know, and jus’ stockin’ up on some stuff. ‘m makin’ a pot pie t’night, so needed stuff fer that - carrots, an onion, celery, pie dough, broth, chicken, y’know,” he answers, bending down to squat so he can pull a pack of fudge stripes from the shelf. “Ah, here they are. I can’t rememba tha last time I had these eitha, but ‘m excited t’ try ‘em again, and think of Granddad when I have ‘em with a glass o’ milk.”

“Good idea,” I agree, patting him on the back as I tote a sack of flour in my other arm.

He finds me with his eyes over his shoulder, and those to-die-for dimples make an appearance again as his lips open with a smile, “Thanks, Boops,” he grins, tapping my nose with his finger. I want to tell him how original he’s being with that response, or the lack thereof, but the butterflies taking flight in my stomach consume all the bravery I had. “What’re you buyin’, hmm?”

“Same, just necessities.”

“Looks like yer bakin’ or sumthin’ with all that flour,” he comments, nodding to it as I set it down amongst the other items.

“Well, I’m going to make brownies, so yeah it’s a necessity, but that’s nothing new.”

“Ah, so Becks has become a baker, has she now?” he inquires, filling his arms with items up and down the aisle, because of course he is. I nod, joining him by a box of premade mixes, watching as he debates over which brownie mix to buy.

“I literally just said two seconds ago that I’m making homemade brownies, and you’re buying a box mix of them! Homemade is always better!” I exclaim, then groan with a disapproving shake of my head. “Harold.”

“Boops,” he returns, a smile winding its way up his cheeks covered in a light layer of dark facial hair. Now, that’s new, and what’s not to like? “I don’t mess with bakin’, so yes, ‘m buyin’ a box o’ premade. Unless ya’d like t’ make me some?” he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at me with an idea forming inside of my head.

“Maybe if you stop calling me Boops and Rebecca, I will one time.”

“Noted,” he responds, winking at me as he replaces the box on the shelf.

“Good boy.”

He continues to smile at me, and quickly I remember what it’s like to stare into this sunlight, and how it’s not so bad sometimes. It’s quite wonderful, actually. The buzzing inside of my chest grows when his finger nears my face again, and then brushes under my eye.

“I like seein’ yer birthmark when ya don’t cover it up, ‘s pretty, Becks,” he hums, tracing his thumb over it, tickling my skin. A small ‘thanks’ drops from my lips at his words, and the buzzing only intensifies as he stares back at me. In that moment, I swear I could do it and I almost try to until he turns away. I attempt to find comfort in assuring myself that I don’t want our theoretical first kiss to be in the middle of the supermarket, lest anybody join us in this aisle. “I think that’s all I needed t’day.”

Thoughts are building into words on my tongue until the ringing of my phone interrupts my plans. This is definitely not all that I needed today, per say. Lifting it towards my face, I see my dad’s smiling face waiting for me, reminding me I haven’t spoken to him in days amidst everything going on. He’s already called a few times and I wasn’t able to answer, and he’s probably starting to grow concerned. I also really need to tell him about the new job. He’ll be so happy, and I can only imagine the suggestive things he’ll say about Harry. Oh boy.  

“I should take this,” I announce, bringing my eyes back to his. He nods as he arrives back in front of his cart. “It was nice to see you and only one of you,” I snicker, alluding to the far too many drinks we consumed the other night.

“You too, Becks, it was nice runnin’ into ya. ‘ll try not t’ crash carts with ya tha next time,” he returns with a warm smile, coming towards me as he pushes his cart. The next time? Can you please not tease me like this, Harry? I want all of the grocery shopping trips with you, even if they’re only like this where I can’t have my arm hooked through yours. Maybe one time we’ll only need one cart, just maybe. He lifts an arm and squeezes mine on his way down the aisle. “Take care, bug, ‘ll see ya Friday.”

“Bye, Harry. Careful driving that thing!” I call out, and this time he doesn’t give me a dirty look when he looks back at me. Instead, he sends me that blinding smile of his I love so damn much. “And, I’ll be thinking of you this week, I know it’ll be a hard one.”

“Thanks, bug, I appreciate it,” he returns, winking at me before turning back around and rounding the corner, just as I press Accept on my phone.

“Hi, Dad,” I say, waiting to hear my dad’s comforting voice.

“Hey, Boops. How’s my favourite girl?” he asks, the warmth in his voice providing me with happiness, and stealing it away at the same time. God, I miss him sometimes, I realize inside my thoughts. As I still stare down the aisle, I miss another man too.

It seems I’m always missing these two every second of every day, and one of Harry’s hugs that I wish I’d stolen a few seconds ago.

+

As the numbers climb in front of my eyes, the last few days flash before them. Somehow, I’m amazed when the number seventeen appears before my eyes in a bright red font. The last week has dragged on at times, thoughts of Harry and standing in this very lift occupying my every thought. Checking my watch, I’m glad to see I’m early, just like I had planned.

The gunmetal doors part in front of me and I’m rewarded with the sight of Seventeen in all of its glory. The buzzing returns in my chest, and so do the multitudes of butterflies in my gut as I look around. It does and doesn’t look the same as before, but it smells the same, and in some ways it sounds the same. The Cubiclers are gone and now more offices line the walls, and a certain somebody sits inside of one this very instant. The very same person I get to spend the entire day with, and it’s the first of oh so many. I take a long look around, admiring the gleaming tiled floors and the dark wooden walls, a new cream chandelier or two dotting the ceiling. God, that remodel must not have been cheap, I think silently, and soon wonder if a certain somebody’s father in construction had anything to do with it.

I almost expect to see him round one of the corners of the large floor dedicated to the firm, but I don’t, and I’m unsure of how I feel about it. It’s all washed away when I find the door I’ve been looking for, and it’s open.

“Hey, stranger,” I announce, leaning against the door frame with a cheeky grin plastered across my face. “Look at you with the fancy new office all to yourself.”

Their tousled head of sandy hair lifts from their computer screen, and I watch his eyes change almost entirely. My name falls from his lips as he stands up and crosses the room to me, enveloping me in a hug.

“What are you doing here? Does Harry know you’re here?”

“Yeah, he knows,” I smile against Asher’s shoulder, pulling away after a moment of being surrounded by his crisp cologne. “I work with him uh soon - I got the associate job, and he’s my mentor.”

Again, the look on his face changes in a blink, and astonishment paints him in stripes. A nervous laugh falls from his lips as he grips my shoulders and clucks his tongue in disbelief.

“You’re always good with the surprises, aren’t you?” Asher replies and I nod, waiting for him to say more. “Becky, t-this is what you want?”

“Yeah, it’s what I want. He’s already been so kind to me, and we’ve been talking a lot. He picked me over everybody else, Ash!” I respond, watching the words register with him as he nods the slightest. “I’m not going to let him get away this time.”

“As long as you’re happy, and he’s good to you,” he insists, pointing a stern finger at me dotted with shiny blonde hairs.

“Yes, he’s already being good to me, Ash. We went out for dinner and drinks that we meant to do this summer, and things are already looking up.”

“Good, good. That’s already progress, Becky,” he hums, and I mumble a brief agreement. “But still, what are you doing here now?”

“Oh, I have my orientation with him today, but I don’t start officially until the twenty-eighth, after I finish my job at the courts,” I reply, and he nods a little harder this time, biting on his thumb.

“I see, it’s all making some sense now, thank God. So, when are you going to ask him on a date?”

“Ash!” I exclaim, following him further into his plain looking office where he sits on the corner of his desk. He crosses his arms over the ochre button down showing a white t-shirt underneath. “It’s not even my first day of work yet!”

“So? You’re wasting precious time!” he argues, his loud chuckle soon stealing away his words. I groan as my eyes roll into the back of my head, soon pushing up the sleeve of my dark violet blazer to find my brown leather watch.

“Yeah, sitting here arguing with you,” I giggle, returning my eyes to his summer blues.

“No, you’re right, because you could be talking to him right now. You know, flirting with him and asking him on a date.”

“Ash, stop!” I laugh, turning to walk away, but I stop when I reach his door. “I like the new office by the way, I’m happy they finally made you head of I.T. I’m really happy for you,” I say softly pointing to the words on his door, hanging onto the handle as he meets my eyes softly.

“Thanks, Becky, I appreciate it. It was about time Bitchie Trishie retired anyways, fuck was she old.”

“Ditto,” I smile and he returns it right away. “I’m really happy to be back.”

“I’m happy you are too, and I’m sure Harry is as well. You should get going, you don’t want to make a bad uh, second impression,” he notes, shooing me away with his hand.

We say our goodbyes and I return to the hallway, straightening my unbuttoned blazer over my long slacks the same color for probably the twentieth time this morning. What feels like for the fiftieth time, I smooth down the chiffon black blouse tucked in underneath, hoping I ironed out every single wrinkle. Skye’s words from his morning when we said goodbye come back to me with a warm smile.

“Ree, if he doesn’t realize what he’s been missing the second he sees you in that outfit, I’m going to be very disappointed in him,” she mused, shaking her head with pursed lips and arms crossed over her chest as I laughed nervously.

My black pumps echo with every step I take on the immaculate floors, soon finding Amelia at the front desk who I wave at, not bothering to check in again. Asher’s comment and its ambiguity comes to mind as I take a right through the lobby. What did he mean that he’s sure Harry is happy I’m back, too? Since when do Asher and Harry talk, or when have they ever spoken to each other with more than three words? Does he know something that I don’t know?

I don’t get another second to think about it, because soon I turn down the hallway. His hallway. The nerves of anticipation and excitement come over me as a smile grows hastily on my lips. I’ve been waiting for this moment for longer than I think I know, probably months, or even years. It’s hard to believe that the last time I was in his office, it was two years ago. The thought appears with a sting when I remember the last time I was in his office, because of him walking in on Amber well, assaulting me. A moment that I ended when I walked away from him, and here I am walking back to him, and I couldn’t be happier.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

I see his door first, and how it’s ajar, letting a section of his office peek through. Then, I hear the Paul McCartney song escaping from his office, followed by his humming. The humming doesn’t match the song oddly enough, but it transports me back to the hospital in Madley when I was wrapped in his arms. It’s the same song he was humming then that I still can’t figure out. God, those kinds of things bug me.

I see him first, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that, because I get a few extra seconds to admire him. It allows me to remember the way he absently twirls a piece of hair around his finger when he’s lost in a thought, how he always crosses his legs at the ankles under his desk bobbing a foot to the music, and just how incredible he always manages to look in a suit. A pastel teal number hugs his trim body with a cream button up underneath, giving me a peek at his thick chest hair underneath. Oh, I could just eat him up. If only.

Swallowing, I take the time for a silent deep breath before rapping my knuckle against the cold glass of his door with nervous lips, “Good morning, boss.”

His head flies up and I think I’ve scared him almost, but the happiness that consumes his face is instantaneous and contagious as ever. It spreads across his flushed skin until my favorite little things about his smile appear before my eyes, making this all the more real. The perfect little curls falling over his forehead make it all the worse, and the better.

“Mornin’. Are ya ready t’ get started, Ms. Holte?”

“Yes, I’ve never been more ready,” I reply, the anxiousness abating as he stands from his chair.

“Great, then let’s get started with yer official orientation as a lawyer fer Styles and Lawson,” he announces, firmness playing in his words until they end with sunshine dancing across them, his footsteps finding their way to me. “Y’know, ‘ve been waitin’ a long time fer this day, Becks, too long.”

Me too, Harry. I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever for this new beginning.

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[killervibe]

Hate to See Your Heart Break

Summary: Barry notices Caitlin's quiet suffering. He's been there before.

Note: The title and lyrics come from this song !! Strongly suggest taking a listen! Also, minor spoiler for Love Is Blind. 

For: @manjehaal

Tag: @staroflightning

~.~ 

Love, happens all the time,

to people who aren't kind

And heroes who are blind

~.~

“Hey Caitlin.” Barry sped into the Med Bay with the evidence he snatched from CCPD not even six seconds ago. “I need you to run tests on these before officer Voogavitch notices I stole them off his desk.” He slapped the hat left from the crime scene in the plastic bag on her table and frowned at her hiss.

Caitlin’s chair swivelled so slowly, Barry had to double check he wasn’t in flash time. “Uh,” he said when he got a proper look at her face. “You’re wearing your hungover sunglasses.”

“I don’t have...hungover sunglasses.”

Barry stared at her. The acetaminophen tablet bottle was right next to her elbow.

“Fine,” she grumbled. Barry backtracked to the light switches and turned them all off. Caitlin let out a little sigh of relief and removed the accessory. “I’m a little...hungover.”

Barry grabbed one of her stools to sit. “Why?”

Caitlin shrugged as she took the forensic sample he had left her and slowly put on her gloves to start the analysis in the dark. “I guess I was a little too indulgent at my pity party.”

“Pity party?” He frowned as he watched her boot up one of her machines. “Why would…” He trailed off at her glare. It wasn’t that it was cold but...weary. He remembered that look. He’d worn it often and would notice as he passed by the mirror at the precinct back when Iris was dating Eddie.

...Oh.

“Caitlin,” he said empathetically. “They broke up.”

“I know,” she snapped. Caitlin folded her arms as she sniffed back her tears. “I know they broke up. I knew they weren’t working. I knew he kept coming to me to talk. And I let him.” Her processor pinged. Caitlin took it out and walked over to her monitor to read the results. “We talked so much. All night, sometimes. Just me and him over the phone. When he was away—After he came back. I just stupidly let myself think that…”

“He’d come back to you,” Barry filled in when she went silent again. “You thought he loved you, didn’t you?”

Caitlin bristled. “Well he doesn’t. Your meta has abnormalities that suggest a similar polymer composition to Ralph’s.”

She turned curtly and returned the evidence. “You need to bring this back before officer Voogavitch notices.”

“Caitlin.”

“Voogavitch. He’s old and grumpy and already hates you.”

“Caitlin.”

“I’ll be fine.”

And Caitlin never says she’ll be fine. Usually she won’t say anything at all. Usually Barry would get the cliff notes version from Cisco when she was finally ready to open up about what was bothering her because as close Barry and Caitlin were, they could never in a million years resemble the delicate intimacy that rested in the quiet conversations those two could have with their eyes. “Caitlin,” Barry said again, touching her arm. “He does. He does love you.”

“Yeah,” she responded faintly, sliding the sunglasses back on over her eyes. “And so do you, right?” She collected her purse and wobbled a bit in her heels. “If he asks, I went to visit my mother. He knows not to bother me for a full day then.”

“What are you going to do?”

Caitlin pushed past him lightly. “ What I was doing before you interrupted me. Sleep.”

~.~

Barry’s conversation with Caitlin left him rattled for the rest of the day. At dinner, he picked at his third plate, which made Iris raise an eyebrow.

“Did you eat those calorie granola bars Cisco made for you after work? You’ve hardly touched your food.” She sipped her drink. “I didn’t make it you know,” she teased.

Barry let his fork scrape against the rice and peas listlessly. “I know you told me not to stick my nose in others relationships again—” “Uh oh—”

“—But don’t you think we should try to fix the rift between Cisco and Caitlin?” “What rift?” Iris picked up her plate to put in their dishwasher, kissing his cheek as she passed him by. “They’re the same as always.”

“I know!” he complained. “That’s what’s so weird!”

“You’ve lost me, Barry.”

He sighed and picked up his own plate, wrapping it in a container to store in their fridge. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco, she has been since like, I don’t know, Iris...Since before we were engaged.”

“Wasn’t she with Julian then?” Barry rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Julian was her distraction from Killer Frost and Cisco.”

Iris put a hand on her hip. “Barry. Are you sure this is all factual or just how you’ve been seeing it the last couple of years?”

He scoffed as he closed the fridge door, leaning against the tacked up drawings Jenna had made for them that they had put up with magnets. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco. Cisco has been half in love with Caitlin since day one, too. They just sucked at timing and now that Kamilla is no longer around...I think they just need a push.” “We don’t push our best friends into romances they don’t want, Barry!”

“Oh my god, but they do want it, though!” He ran his hand through his hair with a stressed out laugh. “Both of them!”  

Iris took his hands in hers, dragging him to their couch. She folded herself against the cushions, rubbing her thumb against his knuckles. “I get that these are your two best friends and you really want to see them be happy, but Barry—for the love of god. Let them work it out on their own. Please.”

He pouted a little, falling backwards onto the sofa and covered his eyes with a groan. Iris laughed.

“What am I supposed to do?” he whined through the muffling of his sleeve. She snuggled up against him until Barry couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist. She queued up Netflix. “How about getting you hooked onto the latest season of Love Is Blind?”  

Barry perked up immediately. “Do you think there’ll be another Messica?”

“There’s always another Messica.”

~.~

Barry watched Cisco and Caitlin be themselves for a whole other week with little to no development. He still stole her fries when she wasn’t looking and she nagged at him when he’d do something stupid only to get a fond eye roll and an arm slung over her shoulder. She’d tease his meta name of the week and for that, would earn a new nickname rolling off his tongue of her own. She’d let him hug her and she wouldn’t say anything different. And if her eyes darted over to Barry every once in a while after he’d be obliviously, painfully affectionate, well Barry seemed the only one to notice.

My friend, Cisco would always say when talking about her. My friend. My friend.

It made Barry cringe.

Another week turned into a month and then it was Spring. Iris began inviting Caitlin over to go shopping as a distraction. Cisco would turn down Ralph’s offers to hit the town.

Halfway into April, Barry got too distracted to keep score of Cisco and Caitlin’s stalling by a new crop of moderately dangerous alien attacks targeted around Central City. After a call and elaborate takedown with the help of Superman, they managed to put an end to it, content to send some alien children back to their homes.

Team Flash watched the news segment that relayed on Central City News Network in the Cortex as they fixed up the last of the technical difficulties in corresponding with the DEO to send the last aircrafts out to the alien planets, all wiped out and exhausted.

The news reel caught a quiet moment between Clark and Lois in the aftermath, Superman nowhere near in sight. The news headline captioned the footage of them grabbing onto each other in relief as 

“Couple Reunited After Alien Scare—Saved by Superman & Team Flash!”  

“Damn,” said Cisco around a Twizzler. “I want something like that.”

Caitlin clenched her clipboard tighter and forced a smile. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Duuuude!” blurted out Barry, slapping his hand against the whiteboard he’d been cleaning off from their language decodes and translations. Cisco might as well have been the one from another planet.  “Dude! Come on!”

Cisco startled in his seat at Barry’s volume. “What?”

“Stop it with the utter bullshit! You do have that! You’ve always had that!” He gestured wildly at their best friend. “Hello!?”

“Barry,” Caitlin warned.

Maybe it wasn’t his place. Iris had told Barry not to pry, but this was pushing all of them too far. He couldn’t stand to see the look on Caitlin’s face. It’s been weeks. Hell, it’s been months. This had to end.

It was too late to salvage what he’d done, anyway. Cisco turned to look at her. “What is he talking about?”

Caitlin’s cheeks flared up as she muttered something incomprehensible, setting the clipboard down.

Ralph took a long sip of coffee, watching the scene above the rim of his mug.

“It’s just a crush,” she said at last, as if she were commenting on the weather. “A silly little crush, Cisco. It’ll pass.” She ignored Barry as she briskly walked across the room, her eyes flickering for a moment as her hands shook.

“Stop,” she said to nobody in the room, in a hushed, direct tone. It must’ve been for Frost. “Stop it. I’m fine on my own.”

They all watched as she left.

“Okaaaay,” said Cisco. “I’m very confused. What the hell just happened?”

Barry kept his mouth shut already knowing Iris would kill him.

Cisco sat up on the monitor desk and dropped his candy. “Barry, I mean no offence, but how is it that—again, no offence—”

“—Little taken.”

“ How the hell does Caitlin have feelings for someone suddenly and she decided that you’re the first to know?”

“Does that bother you?” Barry countered.

“That she told you first!? I just said that!”

“No, it bothers you that she likes someone.”

That took Cisco by surprise. “What—No?”

“You hesitated.”

“No.”

Barry shared a glance with Ralph, who merely rolled his eyes. “Yes, you did.”

“So what does it bother me?” he lamented. “Why wouldn’t it? I don’t even know who this person is!?” Cisco frowned deeply, brushing a hand over his hair. “Do we know him? When did this happen?”

“Buddy,” said Ralph with feeling as he stretched his limbs, deciding to follow Caitlin in case Frost turned up after all. “Listen to yourself.”  

“I’m listening to myself just fine!”

“Uh.” Barry squinted at him. “Are you, really?”

Fine!” Cisco yelled, jumping down. Barry blinked. That was easy. “Maybe I’m concerned that Caitlin is falling in love again!”

“Why would that be a problem? You love Caitlin and want her to be happy.”

“I know!” Cisco shouted. “I love her and I want her to be happy but god for once, why can’t she just be happy with me?”

His words roared in Barry’s ears. Cisco himself blinked at his own outburst, shocked.

Finally. Finally!!!!!!

A ridiculous grin threatened to split Barry’s face, tremendously relieved that he didn’t have to suffer through this anymore. He reached for his pocket to text Iris about this new development with about a thousand exclamation points and a fireworks screen for emphasis.

“Cisco.”

The men turned on their heels, horrified to find Caitlin back in the entryway of the Cortex.

Cisco’s face went ashy. Barry nearly dropped his phone.

“Caitlin—“

She shook her head, cutting Cisco off, a dangerous look in her eye. “Do you know how selfish you sound? You don’t want me with other people but you don’t want me either!?!”

“What!?”

“How many times have I heard you talk about wanting someone normal? How many times did I have to spell it out for you? How much you mean to me—How many more ways am I supposed to!?”

“The clearest way, Caitlin,” Barry cut in quietly. “It’s not that he’s not interested. He doesn’t know.”

Cisco was now in front of her, imploring. “I don’t know what?”

Caitlin swallowed, tearing her eyes from Barry back to Cisco. “I want to be with you,” she confessed. “It’s not just a crush. It’s not going to pass. I’m so in love with you I'm sick with it.”

It seemed as though Cisco’s mind churned and churned until any coherence jumbled into alphabet soup. “You—? Me?”

Barry smiled.

Caitlin nodded and tugged on Cisco’s shirt hem as he stumbled closer. Barry remembered the weary look in Caitlin’s eyes when he’d caught her hungover weeks ago. It was making its reappearance.

“I’m not normal—“

“—Caitlin.” That was all it took to  snap Cisco’s brain cells back into formation.

“—I’m not wife material anymore, I get that.”

“Caitlin!”

“—But I’m happy with you. I’m so happy with you, Cisco—We don’t need anything else. We don’t have to change or be any different—You’re enough for me and that’s all I’ve ever really cared for—

“Caitlin.”

“—And I understand that you see me like a sister and how this is a total shock but I really thought—You were calling me Cait and sometimes you’d look at me and I’d let myself think—“

“Caitlin!” Cisco held her face in his hands to get her to stop talking. She seized, her words stolen away at their proximity, at his touch on her skin. Her eyes caught in his gaze.

“Cait,” he said much more softly, reverenced. He thumbed her cheek and leaned forward until their  foreheads were pressed together. Caitlin closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping as he slid his hands down her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulders. Arms wrapped around her entirely as they stilled in the hallway.

Barry couldn’t dare move if he tried. He was mistaken, what he thought he saw before. The lines of pain etched into her face, the guarded stiffness in her posture when she finally told him what she wanted. There was something different in the way she held herself and looked at Cisco now. It was not weary and miserable, but yearning and delicate. A heartsickness that despite all the fatigue he’d seen it carry over Caitlin now rested in the same place that signalled newfound strength.

“I don’t expect you to suddenly develop feelings for me overnight—“ she whispered.

“Well that’s impossible,” Cisco murmured into her hair. She stiffened in his arms but he simply held her tighter, continuing. “I already love you more than anything in my life.”

Caitlin startled backwards, covering her mouth with her hand. She made a noise like a yelp. “I thought I was imagining it. I felt like I was going crazy!”

Barry sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he took a seat by the monitors. “I told you!”

They both turned to glare at him, but only for a second. Cisco was immediately drawn back to Caitlin, walking backwards to lead her into the Cortex from their spot in the hallway. “No. No, no, no.” He promised. ”This is my fault, I’m sorry. Every time I was hurt or worried or upset when I was with Kamilla—I just wanted to speak to you. And when I finally admitted to myself it wasn’t working...I was too scared to admit to myself I just wanted to run directly to you, then too.”

Her breath hitched.

“But I didn’t know,” he said. “That it was the same way for you. You told me in Antarctica that you didn’t want to get in the way of me starting a family—I assumed…” Cisco paused abruptly. “You were in the way,” he realized breathlessly. “You were always in the way—Mmph!”

Barry’s heart flipped for the both of them, a dumb smile lighting up his face when Caitlin kissed the hell out of Cisco.

The meta alert dinged on Barry’s phone. He slammed down on the space bar to silence the building alarms before they could jolt them apart. He leaned his chin against his palms as his elbows relaxed against the keyboard with a happy sigh.

Lois and Clark were in town. Superman could get this one.

~.~

For all the air that's in your lungs

For all the joy that is to come

For all the things that you're alive to feel

Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal

#the flash #killervibe #fluff #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #tkv fic #corona fic

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#FightOn! (04) | OT7

Summary: The University of Southern California is a prestigious school - only the best or the richest can attend. That means there will be a lot of spoiled brats. Two groups start colliding and the entire college shift alongside them. What will happen when sparks starts to flow between them? Drama will certainly be there.

Pairing: BTS with -eventually- female characters

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (in the future), CollegeAU!

Word Count: 16k UNEDITED 

A/N: Thank you all so much for waiting. This chapter was taking his time to take form in my head. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and thank you so so much to all the girls that joined our family and to the ones that are with us everyday! Also, a big thanks to @bunnybubkook for being our editor of this chapter (she’s helping us improve our writing since our first language isn’t English). I made so many mistakes, it’s a shame ooofff I’ll be waiting for your feedback on the asks ❤ Love you all 

The Characters • Day 3 • Day 4 • Day 5

The air at USC was electrifying, and it affected everyone. At the Flour Tower, Hyori’s alarm had just rang. To her surprise, her roommate was already awake. Deo was sitting on her bed, hair all over her face. Honestly, if there wasn’t light peeking through the blinds, Hyori would almost swear it was Samara sitting there instead of her best friend.

“Are you ok?” Hyori’s voice came out hoarse from having just woken up a couple of seconds ago. All she got from her roommate was a grunting sound and a nod. “What is going on? Did something happen?”

She jumped out of her bed and into the other, cupping Deo’s face in her tiny hands. The girl looked pale and her lips were more of a red-ish, compared to her usual lip color. It was either because of a cold, because she had been crying, or because she was on her period.

“Did you turn into a vampire or something?” Hyori joked, making Deo laugh.

“I’m on my period.” Deo finally spoke, letting her body fall backwards and into her soft mattress. “It feels like I’m dying.” She grabbed Hyori’s wrist dramatically.

“Do you know what’s good for cramps?”

“If you say exercise, I’m going to kill you.”

“C’mon, come run with me.” Hyori said excitedly. It was rare, but the times it did happen she had the best time running with Deo. The two of them were super competitive, so they would always end up racing each other to see who would win.

As the girls were getting ready for their morning run, everyone was still very much sound asleep.Hyori was used to mornings being quiet, only seeing one or two people on her way to the track field. Today, however, with her roommate tagging along, she could barely hear the birds chipper because they were talking and laughing too loudly.

“Ok, are you ready?” Hyori said, getting into her lane and kneeling into position.

“What? Wait! We have to make a bet!” Deo said. She’s picked up this habit with Jungkook of betting on everything and anything. ‘Bet you I can finish my drink faster than you’, ‘bet you I can take a better picture than you’, ‘bet you’ll be hungover the next morning’. Because of this, she would always try to make bets with her friends, just for fun.

“Fine!” Hyori said, straightening herself. “What about... whoever loses has to make the other breakfast?”

“Good enough for me.” Deo shrugged, and both kneeled down on their respective lanes.

“Ready...”

“Set...”

“GO!” They screamed at the same time and started sprinting.

For the sake of their breakfast, Deo lost. Or, being truthful, she quit midway because her cramps were bugging her too much, so instead of running, Deo just sat down on the track and Hyori returned to her normal pace.

Once they got back to their dorms, they took a quick shower before heading to the common kitchen where they usually ate breakfast. Deo ended up making enough pancakes to feed two girls that were their floor’s neighbors.

Not too far away, in apartment 203, everyone was awake except for Yoongi. He had stayed up until sunrise adding last-minute details to one of his songs. Today was a big day for him, which also made it a big day for his friends. They were their friends' number one supporters and if there was anyone who deserved love and support, it was Yoongi.

“Hey man.” Namjoon spoke to Jungkook, making him jump in his seat. He was too focused typing on his phone.

“Oh hey, good morning!”

“You’re up early. Going somewhere?” Namjoon asked as he took a bite of his apple.

“Yeah. I gotta help my friend set up a runaway for this fashion show they’re having.”

“Oh yeah, I think I saw a flyer around campus about that. You’re going to model?”

“Nah, I’m going to help backstage.” Jungkook said nonchalantly. Namjoon only nodded. “You’re going to the library?”

“I have an essay to finish, so, yeah. I’m gonna go now since everyone is still asleep, and once they wake up I know I won’t be able to focus.” Namjoon laughed lightly, grabbing his books and standing up. “I’ll see you later.”

“See ya man.”

Jungkook continued to stay glued to his phone. Ever since the volleyball party he had been talking to this girl he met there, Aashna. Usually, he would only open his social media to check on the million things his friends would post but recently he found himself excited to see the questions Aashna would send him. Their conversations were based on games like 21 questions or would you rather and he had a good time doing it. It stopped him from being bored. Right now, he was trying to decide if he would rather fly like Superman or travel like Spiderman. To him, this one was actually pretty easy. He liked Spiderman so much, it was an obvious choice.

Namjoon, was already in the library. Luckily for him, the crazy old lady didn’t hear him heading out today, so he didn’t have to waste two hours talking to her. It would take him a while to get in the mood to do his work but there was something that always worked. Scanning the books shelves. Namjoon’s love for books was a big one and just reading the books covers would make him ease into the state of mind he needed to focus and do his work. 

He had assembled quite the pile of books. In fact, it was so big that it created a wall, such that he was barely visible behind. After 45 minutes, Namjoon realized one book was missing, so he walked quietly to the front desk where a pretty girl was sitting. Her hair caught his attention due to how bulky it was. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Sorry to bother but I need a book on lobbying. I couldn’t find it back there.” He said quietly, to not disturb the people that were reading close by.

“Yeah, give me a second.” She said and started typing on the computer she had in front of her. “If you want you can sit down and I'll bring it to your table?” She suggested.

“Thank you!”

Namjoon headed back to his table as Silvia, the pretty girl at the front desk, was waiting for the computer to respond. Considering USC installations, the computer in the library was a dump. Specially from Silvia’s point of view. Her close friend Tessa was majoring in Graphic Design, so she was used to the best computers the school had to offer. They basically only took one second to open an adobe program. This computer however, took five whole minutes just to search for a book, but thankfully, she had the patient of a saint. Once the computer finally managed to load the book Namjoon was looking for, she headed for the correct aisle and scanned it until she identified the book Namjoon needed. As she approached, she couldn’t help but hear Namjoon mumbling to himself. Curiosity hit her, and she stopped in her tracks.

“It’s just so hard, Celi...” He sighed hard, talking into his phone. “I don’t even remember who that was at the party. I remember that she was pretty, and tiny, and had this dark brown hair that was kinda wavy. It suited her so well... I was too drunk to remember her name though. This is so unlike me! And I thought I liked Najma, but if I slept with someone else, maybe I don’t?” He continued rambling. “Anyway, I'll see you at lunch. We can talk about all of this then, yeah?”

As Namjoon placed his phone down, Silvia was afraid that he would look back and catch her red-handed. So, she clumsily moved towards his table.

“I have your book right here.” She smiled kindly to him.

“Thanks! I’m sorry I had to bother you, but I really didn’t find it.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. To be honest, I was almost falling asleep back there.” She said cutely, making him laugh lightly.

“Well, anyway, thank you!”

“If you don’t mind me asking... what’s your work about?”

“It’s about Interest Group Perspectives. It’s for one of my Philosophy classes.” He nodded his head.

“Oh, I won’t keep you any longer then. Good luck on that, and if you need anything you know where to find me.”

Silvia started walking back to her post but she couldn’t resist on looking back. Namjoon was scanning the book, a serious expression on his face. For the first time ever since she started working at the library, she thought her role was  being a mere spectator only, of other’s lives. She was done being the reader. She was going to become the narrator of Namjoon’s story and help him find someone he deserved. How? She didn’t have her plan all figured out quite yet, but what she did have was time. She was going to come up with something.

Somewhere around campus, Jimin was already rushing to meet Deo and Hyori. They had to go help Hobi arrange the space for his sister’s fashion show but Jimin fell asleep and so, the girls had been waiting for him for the last 15 minutes. He finally laid eyes on the two tiny girls and jogged to them.

“Hey babies! Sorry I’m late!” Jimin smiled big, so big his eyes seemed to shut.

“I hope you don’t keep all your girlfriends waiting like this every time you get a date.” Deo sassily said, hugging the boy.

“It’s part of his charm.” Hyori teased back, but also gave a quick hug to the boy.

“Let’s just go!” Jimin whined. “They’re waiting for us!” The girls gagged in disbelief to the boy’s audacity but decided it was best to ignore him and just walk.

Back in Jimin’s dorm, Taehyung was tossing and turning in his bed. His roommate had gotten up in such a hurry, that it almost felt like their dorm was under attack. He usually had a quick and deep sleep, but today it wasn’t cooperating with his laziness. He rolled around one more time, this time turning to his bedside table to reach for his phone and check the time. It marked 10:47, so he decided he might as well enjoy the day. He quickly got dressed, put his usual drawing notebook in his bag, and headed out. The sun was bright outside, so he decided to stop by the campus café to get something to help his inspiration run a little. His brain was still in sleep mode.

Once he got to the café, as he was waiting in line, already knowing what to order, he decided to take a look around to see if there were any familiar faces he could greet. He did find one. She was sitting on one of the furthest booths of the café, looking at something on her tablet. Once he got his order, he walked up to her.

“Hey! I think I recognize you?” He asked, not feeling so sure now that he remembered how drunk he was at the party. “Sana, right?”

“That’s me!” She smiled kindly to him. “You wanna sit with me?”

“Yes!” As he answered, the girl scootched to the side to give him space to sit on the booth. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m actually waiting for my friends. They should be here pretty soon.”

“Oh, you’re doing something fun?” He asked, excited and curious.

“We’re gonna have breakfast here, and then we’re going to buy tickets for an exhibition. I don’t know if you know the artist. It’s Benjamin Verhoven.”

“Oh? Benjamin...” Taehyung let his thoughts slip through his lips. “His name sounds familiar, but I can’t remember any of his works.”

“Well... you can join us if you want?” She offered with a sweet smile on her lips.

“I can’t say no to an invitation like that. I’m a sucker for art.” He smiled sheepishly. “Would it be ok if I invite some of my friends to join us?”

“Of course! The more the merrier!”

“Cool!” Taehyung let out a big smile. “I’ll talk to you later then?”

“Of course! I’ll dm you the details!” Sana said in a goodbye tone.

They had begun to talk a lot ever since the party about things like art, music, books – pretty much everything. Their tastes were very similar, so they always had a good time speaking to one another. Taehyung left the café looking like a little kid on a sugar high.

“NO NO NO! SUPPORT ME!” Jin screamed into his microphone. He had been playing LOL for the past 45 minutes, and to say that the game wasn’t going his way was an understatement. “Fucking noobs!”

AlpacaTower: wtf dude!! Support!! Noob

Otakupandasworld: omw!

AlpacaTower: no! You're a jungler!!

Otakupandasworld: we can still win this!

Jin couldn’t even care about his team chatting, as soon as the surrender popped up, he clicked on ‘YES’ and immediately left his computer. He was too upset to stay and see his screen light up with the word ‘DEFEAT’. He walked into the kitchen and straight to the fridge, and before opening it, he took a quick look at the kink list. Weirdly enough, it hadn't been updated this week. As he was about to open the fridge, the power was cut out. He immediately regretted not turning off his computer earlier and putting the garlic bread in the oven. Jin took his phone from his back pocket and turned on the flashlight. He walked out of his apartment and into the hall where the electric board was. 

“Oh shit! You scared me!” Esme, the girl that lived front door said, her hands covering her chest from the scare.

“Sorry about that.” Jin scratched the back of his neck, trying not to laugh. “And sorry about the power too.”

“It just went out out of nowhere!” She laughed, still a little spooked.

“Yeah, I had too many things on!” Jin laughed and made some space so that he could reach the electric board. “You just have to flip this switch up and it should be back on right...” He stopped, flipping the big red switch on the power board “now!” As he spoke, the corridor was filled with light.

“Wow, I almost got goosebumps.” She teased, making him laugh. “I’m Esme by the way!”

“Jin!” He let out his hand for her to shake, and she did. As he was about to turn his back on her, he stopped by his door, turning over. “Quick question, if two vegetarians have a fight, is it still called beef?” He said with an amused look on his face.

“It depends on what’s at steak.” She responded back quickly, making Jin laugh.

“I carrot believe you thought of that so quickly.”

“Lettuce rejoice over our puns, neighbor.” They both laughed.

Jin went back inside to eat his garlic bread, amused with the slight pun exchange he had just had with his neighbor.

Not so far away, Namjoon was finally leaving the library. One of his close friends from his first year in college had hit him up to have lunch with her, and he missed her so much there was no way he was going to say no. Once he got to their usual café, he noticed Cecilia was already there.

“Sorry, I had to walk all the way from the library.” He apologized with a sweet smile that she couldn’t resist.

“It’s ok. I already ordered for us. I ordered a large pizza, so we can share!” She told him excitedly.

“Pizza’s here are delicious!” He complimented. They used to go to that café all the time last year. “How are you? You said you wanted to talk to me?” He changed his expression from relaxed to concerned in a matter of seconds.

“Oh...” She was a little lost for words, not knowing how to explain her feelings. “It’s Mark. He keeps asking me for a second chance but... it doesn't feel right, you know? I get this sick feeling in my stomach.”

“He made you go through so much... You should think it through before putting yourself in a sticky situation again.”

“I know... it’s just hard.” Cecilia sighed, looking lost. “But enough about me, tell me about you. And that party!”

Namjoon let out a big sigh. “I don’t even know what to tell you. I was supposed to be on Taehyung duty. I don’t know how I got that drunk.”

“But what about the girl? Tell me who she is!” She pushed, excited to hear the gossip.

“So... you see...” He scratched the back of his head, kind of embarrassed. “I don’t remember.”

“Joonpiter!” She let out his nickname, shocked and excited. “That is so not like you!”

“I know!” He sighed. “Plus there’s Najma.”

“What about her?”

“I can’t get her out of my mind, even though she doesn’t seem to care that I exist?”

“Oh of course she cares!”

“Am I just wasting my time with her?”

“Of course not! You can’t just give up like that!” Cecilia tried her best to encourage her best friend, but his head was already hanging low. “What about your poetry?”

“What about it?”

“Have you been writing?”

“A little, here and there. I’ve been trying something new actually.” He said, his morale going up a little.

“What is it?”

“I can’t say yet!”

“Pretty please?” She bat her eyelashes.

“I can read you one of my poems?”

She pout at his recommendation but realized it wouldn’t get better than that, so she agreed. “Three poems.”

“Fine!” He finally caves in, making her smile big.

As they wait for their food, he gives her his little notebook where he usually writes down his feelings and poems. Cecilia reads them intently and with care. Namjoon can’t contain himself and asks what is her favorite.

Some days, we laugh so much that we end up crying It’s like the blooming flowers. Today I crave those moments The sun rays and the calming breeze  I feel lost and insecure I don’t like it. The gentle sea can turn into an unforgiving tangle of tears I wish I could turn back to those happy moments The orange sun in the horizon Slowly setting down Gently accepting it’s errors Skies turning shades of pink and pastel blue Suddenly the realization I changed and will change Just like everything going in the wind Where cherry blossoms bloomed and I... I was happy. And I will be again.

- RM

“No, no, no!” Hoseok’s sister’s voice echoed through the room, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

“What now?” Hobi asked, everyone could feel the attitude in his tone.

“The banner is all wrong!” She whined. “Who did that?”

“Jazzy you need to relax. You’re freaking everyone out.”

Hoseok sat down on the floor, tired from all the moving they had been doing in the store. They had been working for 3 hours straight. Jazmine had asked his brother to come and help with the store. At this moment, with all the damage of having hired a company to help finish all her clothes in time for the big opening, Jazmine couldn’t afford to hire a cleaning team to help put everything together. Instead, her loyal brother found a couple of kind souls that were more than ready to help. The only problem was that in those 3 hours, all that the stylist did was complain and order them around, instead of helping.

“She totally doesn’t know how to handle the pressure.” Jungkook whispered to Jimin.

“Right? I hope she doesn’t go this hard later because I won’t model for Hitler.” Jimin whispered back, cleaning the sweat off his forehead as he placed a chair down.

“What time is it anyway? I’m starving.” Jungkook said, and as if his belly had ears, it growled.

“It’s almost 12:30.” Hyori appeared out of nowhere. “Where are we eating?”

“I’m gonna eat with Tae. You can come if you want?” Jimin offered.

“Hard pass.” Jungkook said. He turned to Hyori. “Where are we eating?” 

“Hmm... I was thinking about burgers?” Hyori suggested.

“I'm gonna grab my stuff and we can go. I still have to run by my apartment to grab my cameras to take photos later.”

“Bring me my jacket please!” Hyori shouted to Jungkook who was already midway. “You’re taking her with you?” Hyori said to Jimin. nudging her head towards Deo who was trying her best to tie her hair with a hair band that was too tight for the amount of hair she had.

“I want to, but you know how she acts around Taehyung.” Jimin sighed. His only wish was to see his two best friends become friends as well.

“You should make her go anyway. She’s the youngest of our group, so she has little to no say in things.”

“Then why is it always the other way around?” Jimin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Because~~ she has good ideas!” Hyori articulated more with her hands.

“Ok let’s go!” Jungkook finally appeared, Hyori's jacket on his shoulder.

“Hey where are you guys going?” Deo shouted after the two.

“For lunch!” They screamed at the same time.

“Wha- wait for me!” The girl started running around to grab everything. “Where’s my phone?”

“Why are you running?” Jimin asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Because I’m hungry and- and they already left!”

“Then we can eat together yeah?” Jimin side hugged the tiny girl. “What do you wanna eat?”

“Grilled cheese?” The girl suggested after a long pause.

“Grilled cheese it is.” Jimin smiled sweetly to her. “Let’s go!” He made a weird cheering sound that made the girl laugh, and they both left.

Taehyung couldn't help his excitement, and that's probably why he ran as fast as he could to Carolina's cinematic department. Their buildings were pretty close, he could've just walked there, no need to hurry, but that was Taehyung, the happiness preacher... always planning new gatherings and being excited about it!

He barged through the doors and thanked mentally no one was around there on that Saturday morning, only the girl since she offered to help Yoongi with his art presentation for his mini show that same night.

"CAROLINA~~" Taehyung called while walking his way around the artsy corridors and looking frantically for her "Carolina where are you???"

"HERE!" he heard her voice once a door opened in the end of the corridor, loud music playing, and her head peeking through it, displaying a tired smile.

"For a second I thought you weren't here!" he chuckled while running towards her.

He entered the 'lab room' that was basically just a bunch of computers and mixing tables displayed all over the place. Carolina had returned to her chair and was now glancing at him doing an excited little dance while closing the door.

"May I ask why you're dancing like a weird penguin?"

"Hey- this is the pingu dance, I'm offended!" he said with a fake hurt look.

"Sorry Mr. pingu" she chuckled, always amused by his carefree nature "But why are you so excited on a Saturday morning?"

"I got tickets!!!!"

"Please say Oasis got back together, and you got tickets" she prayed with closed eyes and hands pressed together, mocking him "Please God!"

"I'm going to throw this weird hairy hobbit on you if you don't stop," he said, taking in his hand a little troll doll with purple hair.

"Hey! Not Mr. Junky!"

"He looks so ugly that it's cute" Taehyung laughed while he marveled the doll.

"And it's a troll by the way... Hobbit-" Carolina snorted, making fun of Taehyung, and turning around to focus on what she was making again.

"It doesn't matter! I'm sure Mr. Junky isn't offended- Now can you please pay attention!!!"

"I am" she said, not taking her eyes off the screen in front of her.

"I'm serious-" he went towards her chair and pulled it backwards, the little wheels of it making it easier for him to drag her back "I got us tickets for this new exhibition- I'm sure you'll like it, and I really want to go, so... What do you say? Isn't it 'yay'??"

"I'm in for sure!! What exhibition?" she asked, turning around much more interested.

"That Benjamin Verhoven one!"

"Let me google him, wait." she turned around again to open the web. Taehyung went right after her, leaning on the back of her chair.

"Woah~" he said, once a bunch of photos of the exhibition appeared "That looks so cool"

"Wow! Look at this installation!"

"It seems really cool right?" he said, poking her cheek "You can thank me now"

"Thank you, sir~" she mocked "The tickets are already with you? Or do we have to print them?" she looked up to meet his glance, and at that moment he smiled embarrassed.

"So... about that" he started "We... hum.. we have to buy them first" he quickly looked at Carolina, and she was blinking slowly, her mouth in a line.

"Do you wanna run now, or do you wanna meet Mr. Junky from a close point of view?" she asked with a poker face.

"WAIT! NO!" he said protecting himself with his hands "I was the one finding the exhibition!!!! CAROLINA"

"You clown!!!" she said loudly while tickling him all over.

"Wait- Wait I beg you!" He was kneeling on the floor, laughing with teary eyes "I BEG YOU!!!"

"This is the shock treatment for liars." She got up, sitting on her chair once again.

"I... I'm exhausted," he said while taking a deep breath and sitting on the floor.

"I'm buying the tickets on my credit card then - is Nam going too? Or just the two of us?" Carolina asked, ignoring the almost passed out boy on the floor by her legs.

"Buy for him too! I'm sure he will like to go!"

"Nice! Three it is..."

"Actually, we are going with a friend of mine too, so we're four - maybe more since she will probably be with her friends too," he explained.

"Wait - What? Who's she? Who are the friends?" Carolina looked down with intrigued eyes.

"No need to worry, she's nice, you'll like her! Her friends, I don't know... But she is nice!! Trust me"

"Still, do I know anyone?"

"I don't think so...? She helped me out at the volley party... When I disappeared" he remembered.

"Ugh, that party" Carolina rolled her eyes "Fine. Do I have to buy her tickets as well? Like - I don't even know the people and I'm already buying stuff for them, I'm such a nice person, wow."

"Of course not!" Taehyung laughed "Just buy for the three of us, she already bought hers"

"I like her already" she said and then looked at him "I'm kidding, I need to talk to her first to know that" and they both laughed at her honesty.

"Print them already! We always forget to do that-"

"True! I'm printing" she said looking at the screen focused and then pointing towards her left "Go get them there for me please"

"Yes, captain!" he got up and went towards the printer "Also, do we give it to Namjoon now?"

"No way, he always loses his tickets! I'm keeping his."

"Keep mine too?" he asked while returning to her side.

"You're supposed to be the older one!!!"

"I am! But you're better at keeping stuff," he admitted.

"Not really though... I always lose stuff."

"You're better at keeping things you like," Taehyung reformulated, putting emphasis on the 'like', making the girl point at him.

"On that you're right!" she said, making him laugh.

"I'll go have lunch with Jimin now, wanna come?"

"Ugh..." she rolled her eyes once he mentioned Jimin's name "I'd rather die here from work exhaustion"

"You know, you have to get over that hate you have towards him someday," he said, giving her a forehead kiss.

"Never is a nice day to do that," she answered making him chuckle.

"Where are you eating then?"

"At Ben's" she said simply, making him choke on air "Oh get over it!"

"See you later then! Don't forget to tell Namjoon about the exhibit!" he said, already hurriedly walking towards the door, wanting to hear nothing about that subject.

"I will! See you! Don't be late! You know it's important for Yoongs!"

"I won't! Now say 'I love you' so I can say it back and go!" He already had the door open, ready to leave.

"You're unbearable..."

"Say it"

"I love you, Teetee"

"Love you too! Stop fucking my teacher~ Thanks~ Bye~" and he left Carolina behind, laughing lightly about his awkwardness to accept she was a grown up now.

Yoongi was a nervous wreck. He already checked on his songs at least 5 times, and he had nothing to do but wait. It was a big night for him. It would be the first time he would be performing live, and, as far as he knew, it was going to be a full house.

He got the gig thanks to a friend. He wouldn’t be the only one performing, but he was supposed to be the big star of the night. He felt a little better knowing all his friends were going to be there, and this was an opportunity of a lifetime. However, this sickening feeling in his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone, so he thought it would be best to try distracting his mind with something else.

He opened his laptop one more time and entered his social media. He scrolled through the feed and saw some posts, but, still, his mind wouldn’t let him be. So he decided to dm someone he’d been getting to know for a couple of weeks now.

As Deo and Jimin walked their way to the café they were supposed to eat at, they kept on chatting about everything that came to their minds. Jimin had been telling her about this new friend he made online. He had no idea who she was, but she signed her messages as Cara, and he was intrigued by the strange connection he felt with her.

“What about Sarah?” Deo asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“She’s like a ghost,” Jimin sighed. “I saw her maybe twice or three times, and then never again. How am I supposed to even start talking to her if I can’t even find her on social media?”

“Wish I knew baby. I'm sure she’ll appear when you least expect it.”

“Does that mean I have to be ready at all time?”

“What?” Deo chuckled. “You always look good, so you’re always ready.”

“Ah~ I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jimin’s arm wrapped Deo into a tight hug. 

“Wait- is that? Jimin!”

“Sorry?” He smiled apologetically.

“Dude! Did Hyori know about this?” Deo frowned. “I swear to god, this stupid plan of yours is impossible to handle.”

“What plan?” Jimin quickly blushed. He was a horrible liar.

“Don’t you dare lying to me Jimin!”

“Just come eat with us.” Jimin did his best puppy eyes. “He’s a lot of fun.”

“I’m not upset about him, I'm upset you didn’t tell me.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Sorry.” He gave a side smile, but it was too late for his charms to work.

“Let’s just go.” She started walking in front of Jimin, but he grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t be mad at me.” He pouted. 

“I could punch you right now. You know that, right?” She tried to contain a smile from appearing on her lips.

“You never can.” He teased, launching his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tightly against him.

The two got to the table, still bickering, but shut up once Taehyung lifted his head up from his phone and smiled brightly. Deo immediately tensed up. She was never very fond of the dude, and with her friends’ crazy scheme, it made it worse. She wanted to be as far away from him as she could, and in some weird way, Taehyung knew that. That made it fun.

“Hey guys! Oh you brought a friend Jiminie~” Taehyung said happily as he noticed Deo giving him a smile and a small wave.

“Yeah, you don’t mind, do you?” Jimin said nonchalantly while sitting down.

“Of course not!”

“You’ve been here for long?” Jimin asked.

“Not really. How’s it going?” He was referring to the fashion show.

“Good. Everything’s done, so all we gotta do is makeup and parade.” Jimin said excitedly.

“You’re participating too?” Taehyung asked Deo.

“Me? Oh, no. I’m staying backstage to help.” She said simply.

“Oh that’s nice of you!”

Before they would say anything else, the waitress appeared at their table, menus in hand. They discussed their orders for a couple of seconds, and then were ready to order. They all agreed on going for the same thing.

“Three grilled cheese and three cokes,” Jimin said nicely to the waitress once she got to the table.

“Is Pepsi ok?” The lady smiled politely.

“Can I have a Fanta instead? Orange please.” Taehyung asked.

“Sure thing Hun, and for the two of you?”

“Pepsi.” Jimin and Deo said at the same time, fist bumping right after with grins on their faces.

“So...” Jimin trailed off once the table got silent. “Did you finish your video?” He asked to Deo.

“No, I still have the last theory to see,” she said nonchalant.

“What is it about?” Taehyung asked, curious.

“Van Gogh!” Jimin said excitedly, knowing it was one of his friend's favorite artists.

“It's a conspiracy theory that says he was murdered and didn't commit suicide.” She completed.

“What? Really? By whom?” Taehyung asked, confused.

“His brother, or some kid that used to bully him? I’m not very sure, I didn’t watch the entire video yet.” Deo said.

“Theo?? No way! That’s like impossible!” Taehyung said, upset at such an accusation.

“I didn’t buy it either, but I also don’t think it was suicide. They explained that the place where he was shot was too low for a typical suicide attempt, and that it was most likely that he was shot from afar. The wound would’ve been much bigger if it was self-inflicted.” Deo made her point.

“Still... I don’t know... Where’s that video again?”

“Buzzfeed unsolved. You ever heard of it?”

“Yes! Namjoon watches it all the time.” Taehyung smiled. “I’ll check it out... Can’t believe he was murdered.” He said the last part more like a whisper.

“They also said that he used to say that suicide was a coward’s way to go. I guess it wouldn’t make much sense?” Deo continued, intrigued with the situation.

“I believe he had some mental problems... To be incoherent is normal in that case, so I don’t know.”

“Hmm maybe? I just think it is so weird that they never found the gun and his painting stuff out in that field,” Deo countered. She just couldn’t make up her mind about it. To be honest, she had been watching too many conspiracy theories lately.

“For the time period, it was normal to steal things, so that was probably the case,” Taehyung assured her.

“Maybe.” She wasn’t too convinced though.

“It’s probably that, trust me,” Taehyung insisted, feeling very sure of his answer.

Deo made a face, not wanting to start a whole debate with the boy. “Imagine a Gogh painting no one got to see because it was stolen. That sucks.”

“Right?! I bet it was a masterpiece!” Taehyung said, overly excited. “It’s a little sad,” he concluded and received a nod in agreement from the girl.

“So Taetae, what are your plans?” Jimin asked.

“For today?”

“Yes!”

“It’s Yoongi’s show tonight! Wanna come?” He looked happily between the two. “The more the better! He’ll be happy if he sees the place crowded.”

“I’m going to a fair later tonight, but I think we can go! Right?” Jimin looked excitedly at Deo

“Hmm, I think so! We’ll have to talk to the others though, but worst case scenario, we go just the two of us.” Deo smiled to Jimin.

“Please go! It’s going to be fun. Yoongi is really talented,” Taehyung spoke with pride in his eyes.

“What kind of music does he do?” Deo asked, intrigued. Yoongi was a mystery to basically the entire school. He was very reserved, and the only thing she knew about him was that he was the radio guy. That and some gossip Hyori would hear while tutoring, but some things sounded too crazy for her to believe.

“Rap mostly.”

“Oh~~ we’ll try,” Deo said excitedly. Rap was one of her favorite forms of music, and she was excited to see a new side of the mysterious boy. She was sure her friends would be excited as well.

“Sure, invite your boyfriend too,” Taehyung said with a wink, catching her off guard.

“Oh yes, Jack is going with us to the fair!” Jimin intervened as he noticed Deo’s expression, but he was entirely ignored.

“Oh yeah, we’ll be there.” Deo smiled sarcastically to Taehyung.

“So...” Jimin started, trying to lighten the mood. “Look! The food is coming!”

As those three started eating, Carolina was far from her meal. She didn’t mind it though. She was working her ass off to help her friend, and if there was someone who deserved all her effort it was Yoongi. To outsiders, their relationship would seem a little bit odd. They loved each other and would do anything for the other. They were family.

“Maybe we could add some holograms on the colab song?” Carolina suggested, not taking her eyes from the screen.

“I guess. All we have for that one is the background, so that would make it better.” Tessa, one girl Carolina could consider a friend, commented. They would spend most of their time together at the movies. What better way to bond than over that? Movie tastes say a lot about a person.

“A full moon would be nice...” Carolina adds. “And we can shine them with that white and blue-ish light from the stage. What do you think?”

“We can’t put too much white, but I like it.” Tessa smiled, satisfied with the results they were showing. “You never get bad ideas huh?” She teased, making Carolina smile.

“I can say the same about you, you know- and I agree, just a little bit of white.”

“And about time – We need to wrap this up so you can take it to Yoongi. What time is the event?”

“Eleven sharp! He’s probably dying with anxiety right now, my phone just beeped for the fourth time in a row, and trust me - that's a lot of texts for Yoongi, a record even.” The girl laughed dryly.

“Oh~ poor guy. You should tell him we’re almost done here!”

“I’ll send him an audio messing with him first.” Carolina let out her best impression of a villain's laugh.

“Don’t!” Tessa whined, but, also, laughed. “He’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“Poor Yoongs...” Carolina laughs as well. “I’m not doing that to him... at least not today! He’s too nervous already, and I want everything to go perfect.”

“It will, don’t worry!”

“Thanks for helping by the way, really.” Carolina turned serious. One thing she really appreciated was when friends supported one another.

“It was my pleasure, but if you ever wanna pay me back there’s this movie I really wanna see as soon as it comes out.” Tessa grinned.

“Say no more!” A week without going to the movies was a week badly spent. “What’s the title?”

“Send in the clown~~” Tessa sang the song. “Joker!”

“Bro!” Carolina chuckled. “Call me crazy but that’s like my childhood hero- villain- whatever!”

“I’d go with hero honestly. So you’re in?”

“Of course I’m in! I would be crazy if I wasn’t!”

“Alright!” Tessa said, excited. “I saw in the theater that it’s realizing a little after Halloween.”

“It is! I saw it too! It’s a deal.” Carolina pointed her finger at the girl with that ‘this is serious’ look.

“But... if you had to choose, who would be the best Joker so far?” Tessa asked, intrigued. This was something the two had never discussed before.

"Heath Ledger is forever my soulmate, and forever my favorite joker, but I have big expectations for Joaquin Phoenix! And Jared Leto is a fabulous actor, but the Joker he was attributed, the Gang Joker, is like the worst of them all, my least favorite so..."

"Oh thank god you exist. I'm so sick of hearing people say that Jared Leto's joker is the best one just because he's super-hot. I had such huge expectations for Suicide Squad, and it was a big flop."

“Same! I was so excited and well... Bleh.” Carolina did her best poker face. “Oh, and Jack Nicholson was pretty awesome as well! I used to watch him as a kid.”

“Yes!” Tessa said, overly excited with the conversation. “I don’t know if you saw Gotham, but they cast Cameron Monaghan to play young/teen joker and he was pretty good too.”

“I did, he’s pretty good as well.” Carolina nodded.

The two continued discussing their movie tastes and working hard to finish Yoongi’s concert effects as soon as they could. The boy was a pile of nerves, and everyone knew it. 

Someone who was also on the verge of having a nervous attack was Hoseok. His sister was driving him crazy, and he was trying his best not to lose it too.

Everyone was back at Jazmine’s store, and the last details were being made. Some people were getting their makeup done, some were curling or straightening their hair, and all were listening to the lecture of what clothes they had to change into.

“You look so so good! You’re making me regret not signing up too,” Deo sighed as Tori did a little spin to show her the outfit she was wearing.

“I told you!” The girl grinned. “You’re always like that. You need to stop that shy act of yours.”

“It’s not an act. I’m more of a potato than a supermodel,” Deo said, making the other sigh.

“You are not! Stop!” Tori said. She knew her friend was kidding, but still.

“You’re staying for the after party, right?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good, you know I need my drinking buddy with me.”

“It’s just you and me, against the buzz,” The girl sassily said, making the other laugh.

Not very far away, Hoseok noticed his new friend, a girl that had recently joined USC.

“Hey Amber, I’m so glad you came! How are you?”

“Hey Hobi! I’m good. I’m excited, but also nervous. I'm sure I'll be ok though! How are you?” The girl asked, turning a little in the makeup chair to give him her full attention.

“I’m a nervous pill, there’s so much to do! But don’t be nervous, you look really pretty!” Hobi smiled gently. He was proud of his sister’s clothes and happy so many people came to help show them off.

“You’ve got this! The show will go super well.” The blonde cheered. “But, I’m clumsy so I’ll need to really concentrate, and thank you! I don’t usually wear this much makeup. I've never been good enough.”

A frown quickly appeared on Hoseok’s face. He hated to see people sad. “What?! Don’t say that! You shouldn’t think so poorly about yourself!” His mind raced for the right thing to say. “My sister is really picky, so if she chose you it was because she saw something in you! Believe in yourself!” He gave her a gentle smile, and squeezed her shoulder lightly.

“I just get nervous around certain people, and then I get clumsy.” Amber hinted. “But I know it’ll be ok. I’m glad she picked me, all the things from her shop are so nice! You look so good today. You know... In the makeup and stuff.”

“You think so?” Hoseok was used in being the one giving compliments, but he couldn’t deny that receiving them felt good. “This isn't really my vibe, but I can’t deny these clothes look sick. Do you have plans after this?”

“I do! You should wear more clothes like that. I’m not doing anything after this. Yourself? Did you want to do something after?”

“We have some champagne and cake hidden for my sister. You wanna stay to celebrate with us?” He offered.

“Of course! I would love to. It sounds fun. She definitely deserves it after putting this show together,” Amber complimented, looking around the room to see all the beautiful outfits.

“She does. She went a little Godzilla this morning, but she’s the best.” Hoseok’s gaze turned soft as he spoke of his sister.

“She is! She’s put in so much work, and it’s been so worth it. I can already tell this show will be amazing.”

“I hope so! I’m grateful for everyone joining, and that includes you! Oh - Duty calls! You’re gonna nail that ok?!” Hoseok encouraged one more time before turning away.

“I’m grateful for being invited! Thank you so much, I'll see you later. Good luck, you got this!”

Amber continued getting her makeup fixed. Meanwhile, Hoseok ran to his sister. They peeked through the made-up curtain that led to the runway.

“Look little bro, we have a full house!” Jazmine squealed excitedly.

“Of course we do!” He hugged her tightly. “You worked so hard, everything will go as planned!”

“Thank you!”

Lights started flashing and music starting playing loudly through the speakers. Everyone was amazed with the final results. It almost looked like a professional show. As soon as the first model left backstage and stepped into the runway, flashes hit her eyes from all different directions. Jazmine felt proud. Hoseok felt proud. Everything was taking form.

“What’s up nerd?” Jungkook’s head peeked in front of Jae’s lenses.

“Jesus Christ! I almost died. That angle does not suit you,” the girl teased, and Jungkook pretended to be offended by her snarky remark.

“What do you mean? All angles suit me,” Jungkook said cockily, but he quickly let out a laugh.

“Sure.” Jae rolled her eyes. “Are you taking any good shots, or are you just joking around?”

“I bet you my shots look way better than yours,” he teased.

“Pfff, you wish virgin boy.”

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m just joking.” Jae loved to see how annoyed he would get at the sound of the nickname.

“Yeah, whatever nerd.” Jungkook chuckled.

“So I was thinking... we could pair up for the project for photography club.”

“Sure, the nerd and the virgin boy. Sounds like a bad superhero movie,” he said, making the girl laugh out loud.

“It sounds pretty rad.” She laughed. “What would be your superpower?”

“I would kick their asses and then hang the bad guys by their underwear. Yours?” Jungkook said after a little while of thinking.

“I’d probably throw them math books because everyone hates math,” she explained with a playful smile on her face, “and I'd have glasses, and they would shoot some deadly rays that’d turn them into dust.”

“Sounds like you’ve this all figured out,” Jungkook chuckled.

“So should you. We’re a team now.” Jae pointed her finger at his face, dead serious. “Or are you not worthy?”

The public was mesmerized by the incredible organization. The models looked stunning, and the clothes were a hit from the start. Sadly, that organization the people were seeing wasn’t happening backstage. Everyone was running around and trying to change into their outfits on time for their turn on the runway, where they give life to Jazmine’s pieces.

“Coming up I need Jimin and Alissa. Be ready because you’ll go in 2 minutes.” At the mention of his name, Jimin got up but immediately sat down.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The pretty brunette girl almost screamed in Jimin’s face when they bumped into each other.

“Are you ok?” Jimin asked, filled with concern.

“Yeah! And you?” She examined him from top to bottom.

“I am.” Jimin smiled. “I didn’t see you around ever since the party, Laura” He gave her a quick hug. They were from the same dance crew, but they weren't that close. 

“I’ve been kinda busy” she chuckled. 

“Hey can I-” Jimin’s sentence was cut off by a scream.

“Next model c’mon! C’mon!”

“I guess that’s your cue.” Laura said, tucking the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ears.

“It is, but I'll see you around Delgado?”

“Sure- yes, you will!”

The runway continued, and after a couple of hours, all the outfits were shown. Jazmine walked down the runway with all her models as the last song played, and she even did a little speech to everyone there. She was very grateful, and it was getting hard for her to hold her tears in.

“Everyone!” She let her fork click into her champagne glass, already backstage. “I am so thankful to all of you. I appreciate you joining me in this little crazy adventure as well as all of you that woke up super early today to come help set everything up! To my lovely brother who always stays by my side... cheers!”

“Cheers!” Everyone held their glasses up and drank.

“So... did you have fun?” Hoseok sneaked behind Amber making her jump slightly.

“I did!” She smiled big. “You should feel proud of yourself!”

“I am!” Hoseok gave her a sheepish smile. “Thank you, again.”

“Anything you need, you can count on me ok?” The girl said with a sweet look in her eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Hoseok gave her a wink.

 “BANG BANG INTO THE ROOM!” Tori and Deo sang out loud to the song that came out of the speakers, drinks in hand

“WAIT A MINUTE LET ME TAKE YOU THERE!” Jimin joined.

“Go away, this is girl’s fun only.” Tori jokingly pushed him.

“How dare you!” Jimin tried his best to sound offended, but he couldn’t help but laugh. Through Deo, he and Tori had become friends, and he liked teasing her a lot.

“Fight me Jiminie!” Tori teased back.

“I’m a gentleman. Excuse you.” Jimin laughed as he walked away from the two girls.

“Oh~~ Jiminie~~” Deo teased.

“Shut it! Dork!” Tori laughed out loud to Deo’s impression of herself. “Go see Jack!”

While everyone continued partying, the Y group had to leave the party. Jimin’s classmate and friend Jean, had invited them to some local market and they had to shower before going. They were tired from all the running around at the show.

Carolina, on the other hand, had just finished her job and was at her home, taking a shower. Jin was there too. After his pause earlier, he decided to go back to his games and when he noticed, it was almost 6 in the afternoon when his housemate peeked her head into his room.

"Is Dracula home?"

"Ha ha ha very funny" he said while stretching his arms, still sat on his gamer chair.

"Please tell me you ate something" she entered his room still wrapped in a towel, some droplets of water falling to the floor because of her wet hair.

"I ate some snacks while play-"

"Jin!!! For fucks sake, snacking isn't eating properly"

"Ya, you tell that as if I already didn't know!" he got up "I'll eat something before going"

"You better! If you drink on an empty stomach, I swear to my whole vinyl collection, I will leave you there" she threatened with a sharp look making him sigh.

"I will eat something, we both are. And stop treating me like a child"

"The fault isn't mine, you're the one that play games the whole afternoon like one" she said while turning around to leave his room making him follow closely.

"You game too you- you pillock!"

"Pillock?" she turned around and snorted with a smile "You're watching too much Sherlock Holmes for your own good"

"I'm afraid that's your british influence on me, my dear" he joked making her roll her eyes but chuckle nevertheless.

"And yes, I game too but I only like things like assassin's creed or god of war"

"You love Mortal Kombat too, don't lie"

"True, I do love it" she looked up too caught in her own head.

"We should play it sometime, there's a while since-"

"No time for that now! Go to your shower otherwise you're going to be late! I'll leave you something to eat here, go go!" she started pushing him towards the bathroom.

"It's still early!!"

"We both know you take ages in the shower Seokjin" she looked at him with that 'let's get real' eyes they always shared in moments like this, making him sigh again.

"Fine. I do." he mumbled going by himself to the bathroom now "You're being way too harsh today"

"No I'm not-"

"Yes you are~~ You're like Yoongi's manager" he said laughing.

"Yeah yeah"

"Is it because you want a song??" he wiggled his eyebrows before closing the door.

"TAKE YOUR SHOWER!!!!" she shouted making him fall in laughter inside the room.

Carolina texted her group in their usual chat after getting ready, wondering where everyone was and when she noticed that Yoongi was probably home alone, she decided it was time to go to the bottom floor and see how the boy was doing.

“So how did it go?” Yoongi sat down on his chair and as soon as he did, his nail immediately returned to his mouth. It was his coping mechanism. In his mind, he was looking cool but on the outside... that was a whole different thing.

“Oh so you’re pulling the chill vibe on me huh? That’s new.” Carolina let out a sympathetic smile.

“I tried but I guess it’s no use with you.” He let out a sigh. “But seriously, the effects... are they cool?”

“Relax! You know damn well I wouldn’t just do anything for you.” Carolina raised her eyebrow. “They turned out great, all of them in sync with the songs and matching the concept of them.”

“If there’s someone I can trust is you. But I was thinking of going in a little bit early so we could try them out and see how they look onstage?” Yoongi suggested. The more he thought, the more excited he was getting.

“Sure! I think the boys are already coming, I showered first to come here while Jin gets ready and Tae called saying he was on the way.”

“Good, that way we go together- any news on Namjoon?”

“He texted a while back saying he was waiting in the lobby- you know, because of the crazy neighbor.” Both couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s probably just waiting for her to leave so he can come up in peace.”

“Maybe we should invite her, so he can have a little fun tonight.” Yoongi teased, making Carolina laugh.

“He would be so disoriented that he most probably would ruin your show and when I say ruin I mean breaking the speakers, tripping on the cables etc.” Carolina said with a straight face but two seconds later was laughing out loud.

“Oh shit.” Yoongi couldn’t contain himself just picturing the situation. “Maybe next time.”

“Less nervous now?” Carolina said, a soft smile occupying her features.

“Yeah, I'm getting excited now.” Yoongi also smiled. He felt so lucky to have a friend like her.

“You’ll do great as always, Yoongs. And besides, we both know you’re the most talented musician in this place.”

“I know... But I just heard the place will be packed and I only ‘performed’ for you guys so that doesn’t count.”

“Once you step on that stage remember your dreams. And if you can’t, just look at us.” Carolina pulled him into a hug. “We’ll make sure you don’t forget how talented you are.”

“You’re making me all sappy. I need to channel Eminem to look bad ass.” Yoongi dorks around, showing his cute gummy smile. “But thanks.”

“Thank me one day with a song made specially for me.”

But before Yoongi could answer Carolina’s sassiness, there was a knock on the door and a head peeked into the room.

“Sorry to bother man but Taehyung is out in the living room. He said he was knocking on the door for the past 10 minutes so I let him in.” Jungkook said and right after that the door was fully open by a bored looking Taehyung.

“Jeez, I was starting to think no one was home.” Taehyung let himself fall onto Yoongi’s bed.

“It’s impossible that you’ve been there for 10 minutes. I've been here for 10 minutes.” Carolina arched her eyebrow and Taehyung showed a guilty smile.

“You know I'm dramatic.”

“Seriously.” Carolina sighed but laughed right after.

“Where is everyone?” Taehyung asked noticing they were hanging out at Yoongi’s room and no one else was there.

“They should be on their way.” Carolina shrugged simply.

“You guys want something? I have beer in the fridge. I need one.”

“I’ll join you.” Carolina answered, getting up from the bed and going to the kitchen.

Jungkook went back into his room to get ready. Meanwhile, Deo and Hyori were almost ready too. As Deo was still tieing her all stars, Jack called and Hyori took the moment to take some shots of the sky. It was almost that golden hour and she couldn’t resist to take them, even though her camera roll had maybe 300 photos of that already.

“Hey Hyori!” A girl called out from behind.

“Oh~ hey Emma! How are you?” Hyori said sweetly when she saw the girl that had called her.

“I'm good. I see we had the same idea.” Emma joked, pointing to Hyori’s phone.

“I’m a sucker for the sky, especially when it gets all pretty.” The girl confessed.

“Me too.” The two took a moment to watch the pretty sky one more time. “I was actually meaning to text you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I feel like the only time we get together is for school stuff. And that being said, it’s me asking for your help with bio.” Emma confessed, a little embarrassed.

“But I don’t mind helping you at all!” Hyori said kindly.

“I know! But I was thinking that we could do something fun one of these days? To relax a little for the class’s stress.”

“Oh sure!” Hyori smiled to the girl. “I’m going out with my friends now but I'll text you later so we can set something up!”

“I’ll be waiting!” Emma said, waving the girl goodbye.

“So are you ready?” Hyori asked, when Deo came to her.

“Yup, Jack will meet us there.”

“Why did you decided to invite him all of the sudden?” Hyori asked.

“What? Because he’s my boyfriend?”

“Uhu, I see.” Hyori gave her a lopsided smile.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Deo teased.

“I don’t have to. I know you too well.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” Deo shrugghed. “Where’s JK meeting us?”

“Don’t know, I'm going to call him.”

As the phone rang, the two girls walked to the fountain where they had agreed to meet with Hoseok and Jimin. After the third try, Jungkook finally answered.

“Thank God!” Hyori’s voice sounded as soon as Jungkook answered.

“I was in the shower.” Jungkook said simply.

“How did me and Deo get ready before you did? You’re the worst I swear.”

“He’s still in the shower?” Deo’s voice could be hear through the line. “Put him on speaker.”

“I need to smell good.” He said simply and could almost feel Deo’s rolling her eyes. “Unlike some of you!”

“Shut up 5-year-old.” Deo laughed.

“Where are you?” Hyori asked.

“Still at home, I’m almost ready and I’ll be there soon.”

“Well you better hurry!”

“Yes mom!”

Jungkook hang up the phone and finished getting ready. Once he step foot out of his room, his living room was filled by the typical crowd.

“Is Namjoon coming up or what?” Yoongi asked.

“He’s probably waiting downstairs.”

“I bet he’s with that sweet lady.” Jin joked.

“Don’t tell him that.” Carolina laughed.

“Hey Jungkook.” Jin noticed the boy.

“What’s up?” Jungkook greeted. “Good luck later man!”

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to just say it like that?” Carolina teasingly said.

“Thanks.” Yoongi intervened before the two could get into their usual arguments.

“You should drop by!” Jin said, with a grin in his face.

“Yes, I invited Jiminie later!” Taehyung added.

“Sounds like fun, I will!” Jungkook said excited.

“Hey if you see Namjoon downstairs tell him to come up?” Yoongi asked.

“Sure.” Jungkook replied, walking to the door. “See you guys later.” He said, winking to Carolina and seeing her reaction before closing the door, satisfied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night fell pretty quickly and both groups were having the time of their lives. The Y group was already with Jean at the 626 Market and the X group was already at Yoongi’s show. Before it was his turn, there was going to be other artists and that made him relax a little.

Once they got to the market, they didn’t expect it to be that big. The streets were filled with light and music echoed from all around the places. There was a little map at the entrance and everyone was mesmerized to see how big the space was. The food area was composed of 100 different chains and the variety of food and insane. But what really caught their eyes was how big the rides section was. It was a whole another world for them.

“So what do you guys wanna eat?” Jean asked when they made it to the food trucks.

“I think I wanna try that churro ice cream you suggested.” Jimin said, excited.

“That’s for dessert.” The girl laughed.

“Look! Corn dogs!” Jungkook pointed and rushed to the truck.

“What do you wanna eat babe?” Jack whispered behind Deo as he back hugged her.

“I don’t know. Hyo?”

“Maybe a burger? Those look good.” The girl pointed to a truck near them and took some steps towards it.

“I want a corn dog with JK.” Hoseok said excited, following the boy.

“You?” Deo asked, turning around to be facing her boyfriend.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Wow, that helped so much.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Burgers then?” The petit girl turned to Hyori.

“Burgers it is.” Deo managed to set free from Jack’s embrace and intertwined her arm with her roommate, ignoring his protests.

“What about you guys?” Jack turned to Jimin and Jean that were still looking around.

“I’m thinking of a kebab? Maybe?” Jimin asked, looking between the two.

“Why not? I’m in.” Jack said with a shrug.

“Me too.” Jean smiled widely to the both boys.

As everyone waited in line for their food, Yoongi and his friends had just arrived at his venue. It was a local club/bar that the locals and mostly college students would go to. They weren’t very strict with whom they would let in but when it came to serving alcohol, they always asked for ID’s.

“Ok, it's not empty but-” Yoongi started looking around.

“Yoongi relax, it's still early.” Namjoon pointed out.

“Yeah and we all invited some people as well, they will probably arrive a little later” Taehyung smiled sweetly.

“Thanks.”

“Nobody arrives early nowadays...” Jin commented while looking around “But I'm sure Jungkook will show with his friends, and I invited some people from my department-”

“Should we go to the front already?” Carolina asked impatient pointing towards the spot, not empty but still not crowded.

“Yeah, you guys should stay there, front sits are always the best” Yoongi chuckled.

“There's no sits...” Taehyung looked confused to the spot.

“It's just a saying, dumbass.”

“Oh...” he said only, making everyone laugh.

“Anyways guys, I think I'll head to the backstage-”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked.

“I'm sure you still have time...” Carolina tried.

“I'm sure. I'll prepare myself better inside.”

“We'll be waiting for you then! You'll be great, bro!” Taehyung cheered making Yoongi smile.

“I'll go check on you in a few.” Carolina assured him.

“I'll be waiting. Tell them you're a friend of mine, I'll let the guy know you're with me.” Yoongi said already leaving.

“Oh yeah, that's my friend!” Jin said to a guy who was passing by him “I'm friends with the singer!”

“Come, let's buy some beer.” Namjoon pulled him towards the bar “You two stay here guarding the spot.”

“Sure thing!” Taehyung said loudly.

“Sure thing.” Carolina mimicked Taehyung in a mocking manner.

“And may I know why are you so mad now?”

“Couldn't we just be in peace in Yoongi's thing???” she said furious.

“But we are-”

“No, you are! And everyone else! Stupid asshole- I don't even know where the friendship came from like-” she ranted.

“You won't even see Jimin, he'll probably be over the back with-” Taehyung tried.

“Who cares about Jimin, dude?” she looked at him with a confused expression.

“What...?”

Everyone had mostly finished eating and were just waiting for the slow eaters like Deo and Hyori and for the one who ate like he were three people in one, like Jungkook.

“Is it really a good idea to be eating before going on the rides?” Deo asked. She loved to go on roller coasters and crazy rides.

“I’m not bringing any sick people back into my car.” Jack laughed.

“Even if it’s me?” Deo did her best puppy eyes and the boy immediately soften.

“Don’t make my life harder baby.” Jack retorqued, making Deo make a funny face and give him a kiss right after.

“So Jean, how do you know Jimin?” Hyori asked.

“Oh you didn’t tell them?” She asked quietly to Jimin. “We have some classes together.”

“We’re friends.” Jimin smiled big.

“Yes!” Jean smiled back to him. It was hard for her to have social interactions like this and his answer made her relax a lot.

“So what do you wanna do next?” Jimin asked her.

“Oh whatever you want, is fine with me.”

“C’mon, you were the one inviting so we gotta do something you like!” Hoseok supported, making Jimin nod.

“Well, what about those churros ice cream?” She suggested.

“We better save that for after the rides.” Jungkook jumped into the convo. His eyes finally left his food and that was when he noticed the girl from the party coming towards his table. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hey Jungkook! I thought it was you!” the girl smiled as they were only a feet apart.

“Hey Aashna! How are you?” He smiled, stuffing his hands in his jean’s pockets.

“I’m good. You’re with your friends?” She asked, peeking through his shoulder.

“Yeah, you?”

“Too! We should go on a ride together!” The girl said excited.

“Yeah, what about the bumper cars? We’re lacking one person so I was just going alone.” He suggested.

“Sounds fun!” Aashna smiled excited.

“See you there Aashna?”

“Yes, and call me Ashi!”

“See you Ashi.” He chuckled, going back to his table.

Before Jungkook could even sit down, his friends were already teasing and he just shrugged them off with his hand, stuffing his last corn dog in his mouth.

The second artist of the night was up and the club was getting more and more crowded. This one had a bit of a more chilled vibe than Yoongi but he wasn’t as good. Still, he entertained the public quite well. In Carolina’s opinion, he would be a better host than a singer, although his lyrics weren’t that bad.

"This song is super good!" Namjoon said loudly "You think I can hear it online?"

"Probably? Maybe the guy has SoundCloud?" Carolina answered.

"MY FRIEND IS AFTER! SUGA!" Jin continued to look like a manager; he had a cup on his hands.

"Woah~ Look at that!" Taehyung pointed to the screen behind the musician.

"What I did for Yoongi is much better, trust me."

"You did him the art presentation?" Namjoon asked surprised.

"Yeap" her eyes were still on the stage.

"Should I record him once he performs?" Taehyung asked.

"Of course you should!" Jin answered "We have to keep some memories for him."

"I'll take some photos, you do the videos, you're taller anyways and that helps." Carolina added making Taehyung nodd "Be sure to record everything from Far Away, the holograms are amazing on that one."

"Holograms???" Namjoon exclaimed.

"I'm very proud of my kid." Jin back hugged Carolina peppering her with kisses, just to mock her.

"I swear to God, Seokjin!" she threatened but he was too hyper to let go, the other two just kept laughing.

As they had agreed, Aashna was waiting for Jungkook and his friends to ride the bumper cars. She rode with Jungkook, Jimin with Jean, Jack with Deo and Hyori with Hoseok. Useless to say the first ones of which team were the ones driving. Mostly, Deo kept screaming at Jack to hit everyone and he barely even had time to react because he was laughing too hard. On the second round, they decided to change the drivers. Jungkook had to hold himself to not get thrown out his car because Aashna was crazy for blood and wanted to hit every single person that would hit them.

“Shit, I’m all sore.” Jungkook complained. “You’re a terrible driver.” He said, making Aashna laugh.

“Hardly as bad as you are.” She teased, hitting his arm playfully.

“Pfff as if.” He said, before his arm being pulled. “Anyway, I had fun.”

“Me too, thanks for riding with me.” She smiled sweetly to him.

“I’ll see around campus yeah?” Jungkook said before waving Aashna goodbye.

“Where are we going now?” Hoseok asked, excited.

“We could go on the roller coaster?!” Deo almost pleaded excited.

“Yes!” Almost everyone said at the same time.

“I was thinking of maybe going on the ferries wheel?” Jean asked, tucking Jimin’s shirt, not wanting to be a party killer.

“I’d prefer it too. We can go together if you’d like?” He suggested.

“I’d like that!”

Once the third singer climbs up on stage, Carolina decides it’s time to check on Yoongi backstage. She wanted to go right away the moment he left but decided it was best to give him some space.

"Pssst, Agust D!" Carolina said in a whispery manner while peeking cautiously her head inside the backstage room.

"Nobody ever called me that." He chuckled.

"Well, soon enough everyone will know him." She closed the door "Still, I like Suga way better."

"Because he's not that angsty?" he joked. The girl crossed the room and sat right next to him before answering. His attentive eyes on her.

"No, Suga is angsty as well... But that's the thing... Agust D is only Agust D, Suga on the other hand is you and him. That's why I like him better." Her head now leaned on the back of the couch, waiting for his response, a small smile creeped on his face.

"I don't think I ever saw you getting this emotional." He looked down. "Is the british air doing you good?" Yoongi met her eyes now.

"Is this you thanking me for appeasing your mind?" Carolina chuckled amused. "And no, it has nothing to do with him... I'm cold but you're like- really important to me so... That's how I truly feel."

"Shit, I'll have to work on that song for you now." He smiled awkwardly. None of them were very open about feelings but they understood each other pretty well.

"Remember to look at us when you're up there!" She smiled back and got up to leave, not before he pulled her hand making her look back at him.

"Is it empty out there?" he asked, his front was confident but his eyes never lied, he was nervous, Carolina could tell.

"Yoongs... Trust yourself. We are right in the front, don't forget." She winked and he let go of her hand. Carolina crossed the room again, her hand on the door, ready to leave but not before looking at him again "It's crowded by the way." She left right before seeing his smile go wide.

Now at the top of the wheel, Jean and Jimin were sitting quietly, watching the full moon and the stars upon them.

“We got lucky it stopped here.” Jean commented after a while, referring to being on the highest point of the fair.

“We did! Everything looks so pretty down there.” He smiled big and took his phone out to capture the moment. “Wanna take a selfie?”

“Oh sure!” They posed with a smile and then a silly face before he placed his phone back in his pocket. “Make sure to send me those later.”

“I will! Are you having fun?” He asked, turning to face her.

“I am, thank you for coming with me.”

“Thank you~ for inviting me.” Jimin said sweetly.

“Oh stop it! It was my pleasure. You are a great friend.”

“So are you Jean, so are you.”

Back at the show, Carolina was back with her friends. The artist that had gotten up when she entered backstage was now saying his thanks and goodbyes.

"Is he ok??" Taehyung asked once he saw Carolina returning with a beer in hands.

"He was a little nervous, but everything will be ok."

"Who bought you that?" Jin asked coming close to her because of the loud music.

"Myself...?" she answered "I'm a strong, independent woman after all."

"The beauty of equal rights! Cheers!" Namjoon said clinking his bottle with hers overly excited.

"You forgot to add underage in that sentence." Taehyung said.

"It's fine, if anything the beer is mine." Namjoon added with an accomplice look at the girl who side hugged him.

"I just wanna know who's driving my car tonight because I'm a little busy with the vodka." Jin said loudly while dancing, as if he was in another world.

"I can't drive so..." Taehyung answered.

"Don't look at me, I myself don't trust me with a car." Namjoon shrugged.

"I don't have a license but I know how to drive-" Carolina was saying but got interrupted.

"NO!"

"You take the car then." Jin said not worrying too much.

"NOT-"

"Really?" she asked with a funny face.

"Oh boy...." Namjoon took a large gulp of his beer.

"What about Yoongi?!" Taehyung said loudly.

"He's fine I told you already." Carolina answered "I assured him we would be here waiting and-"

"Ya" Jin laughed "I think he was talking about driving?" Taehyung nodded agreeing.

"Oh..."

"Guys, let's decide that later... Let's enjoy first!" Namjoon pondered.

"Anyways I highly doubt anyone will get drunk, we're all here to see Yoongi." Carolina said.

"Agree!"

"I don't know about you guys, but as soon as Yoongi finishes off I'll start celebrating." Jin said still dancing "HEY! DO YOU KNOW SUGA? I'TS MY FRIEND!" he shouted to a bunch of people standing next to them.

Yoongi stepped on stage, a couple of people cheered but his friends were the loudest. They were screaming at the top of their lungs and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. He presented himself as Suga. He started off with a song entitled “Agust D”. As the song started playing, everyone started jumping and moving their bodies to the sound of it.

Next up was “Give It To Me” and when that was already over, Jungkook and his friends arrived. After that, “The Last” started playing and then “So Far Away”, a collaboration he did with a girl he met online that used to do some covers. By that time, everyone had their phones out with their flashlights to fit the mood of the song and arms in the air swinging.

“He’s really good!” Deo shouted in Jungkook’s ear so that he could hear her.

He only nodded in response. He didn’t know this side of him. He knew he liked music and that he like to produce some things but it never crossed his mind that he’d have things this level, this good. He stayed glued to the words until the very last one and once it was over, everyone cheered.

"Ahhhhh!" Carolina exclaimed once she saw Yoongi coming in their direction, she went straight to a tight hug "I'm so proud of you!!!! You were so good, Yoongs!!!"

"Thank you!" he hugged back "Everyone's talking about the art work" he chuckled excited.

"Bro it was amazing!! Woah~" Taehyung came by excited as well "The songs were BAM! grrr" Taehyung let out a bunch of noises and expressions.

"Thanks!" Yoongi chuckled.

"And of course they're talking, I told you to trust me!" Carolina added.

"I wish I could see it as well but I was on stage so-"

"Oh we recorded it for you!!!" Taehyung said.

"YOU DID AMAZING BRO!" Jin came by with Namjoon, greeting Yoongi with his always playful manner.

"You did good, Yoongi!" Namjoon tapped on his shoulder congratulating him. "The lyrics were- Wow, really powerful!"

"Thanks guys!" He chuckled feeling proud of himself. "I see you all had a good time then."

"Of course we did! We'd be crazy not to!" Carolina added.

“Hey man, you were great! Congrats!” Jungkook appeared in the middle of the group giving Yoongi a quick hug.

“Thanks JK! Glad you showed up!” Yoongi showed a genuine smile.

“Of course! How did you feel up there?” Jungkook asked excited.

“Pretty great I must say.” Yoongi chuckled.

“JK MY MAN!” Jin screamed and immediately came in for a hug.

“JIN!” Jungkook screams back, laughing.

“Jimin came as well?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah-” Jungkook said but before he could say anything, Jin spoke again.

“Wanna hang? Bring your friends, we’re celebrating here!”

“Yeah man, come hang!” Namjoon said, beer in hand, cheerful.

“I can go call them?” Jungkook kinda asked, he wasn’t really used to these hang outs between his group and his housemates but he couldn’t deny he was excited for it.

“He’s probably busy with his friends guys, let him be.” Carolina spoke but everyone ignored her.

“Yeah go grab them!” Jin repeated himself, probably because of the drinks he had already had.

“Oh really?? Bring Jiminie!” Taehyung spoke with a big smile.

“I’m gonna call them and I’ll try to find you!” Jungkook said before turning away to where his friends were.

“Jungkook left?” Yoongi finally looked back to the group, he had been talking to some people that were congratulating him.

“He went to get his friends.” Namjoon spoke from beside him.

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi said. “You came.” He said in the girl’s ear.

“Yoongi! You were great! Of course I did! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“Thanks Linzi.” He let out a chuckle. “You’re alone?”

“No, I’m with some friends. I was just about to leave actually, but I was trying to find you first.”

“Well, thanks for coming!” He let out a smile.

“We’ll talk later yeah? Let me know if you got home safe.”

“I will!”

“FRIENDS! WELCOME!” Jin shouted when Jungkook came back with his friends.

“Welcome where?” Carolina said, sarcastically.

“Oh! The stargazing girl!” Namjoon let out once he noticed Hyori.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok spoke to everyone in general.

“Oh~ hi!” Hyori said shyly.

“Let’s go grab some drinks!” Jungkook said, sliding his arm around Jin’s shoulders.

“I’ll go too!” Deo said. The whole situation was freaking her out. They were friends but they were hanging out and it was weird and awkward.

“Sure! Anything you guys want?” Jin asked, looking back at everyone.

“I’m good thanks!” Taehyung said, looking away from Jimin.

“Whiskey if you can.” Yoongi said.

“No thanks, I'll go there later.” Carolina said before wandering off to the dance floor.

“Bring me anything.” Jimin winked.

“Whatever you’re having ok?” Hyori said looking to Deo.

“I’m already served.” Namjoon showed his beer bottle. ”But thanks.”

“Want me to come with?” Jack asked Deo.

“No, you’re not allowed to drink today mr. Driver.” Deo snorted, pinching his cheek.

“Let’s go!” Jungkook said.

“I’ll be going with you guys! You won’t be able to bring everything back, I’ll help!” Taehyung said cheerfully.

“Nice!” Jin said before turning their backs and going.

Deo had her hands around Jungkook’s arm to not get lost and he was following Jin to the bar. Taehyung was hanging in the back. They had to walk in line because the place was so crowded. Once they managed to get to the bar, they did a little circle.

“What was it that they wanted?” Jungkook asked.

“Not a clue, everything is fine!” JIn laughed.

“Yoongi wanted whiskey and Jimin was anything...” Taehyung said right after.

“What are you having?” Deo asked, turning her attention from the shelves and to the boys.

“Maybe a shot... Can’t decide, I’ll ask the bartender for suggestions.” Jin answered.

“Nothing for me.” Taehyung said.

“For me and Hyori... hmm... can be two vodkas with coke.”

“I don’t know either. I’ll go with Jin’s.” Jungkook added.

“I like this friend very much!” Jin said to Taehyung while pointing to Jungkook.

“You have to order for us, they’ll think I’m 16.” Deo chuckled, talking to Jin.

“They do have a point.” Jin laughed, amused.

“I’ll help ordering because it’s pretty crowded.” Taehyung said, jumping to the bar. “Stay close.” He looked at Deo but she just shrugged him off.

“Swear to God!” Deo said in Jungkook’s ear making him laugh.

“Go away underaged kid.” Jungkook laugh, defendind himself from a punch she threw to his arm.

“So are you!”

“Leave it to us kids!” Jin laughed, looking back.

Once they manage to get all the drinks, they walked back to where their groups last were. Yoongi, Hoseok and Jack were chatting while leaning against the wall about music. Something in Hoseok sparked when he saw Yoongi perform and he was excited to explore that part of himself. Everyone gave them their drink and followed to the next group where Hyori was talking to Namjoon and Jimin was just flirting with some girl.

“Did you find your friend? From the party?” Hyori asked Namjoon. They were still on the topic of the party.

“I did, yes. It’s that blue haired one that went to grab drinks.” Namjoon pointed once he saw Taehyung.

“He seems quite hard to miss.” Hyori teased, letting a laugh fall out of her lips right after.

“Well you might find it surprising how many times we already did.” Namjoon laughed too, a little embarrassed.

“I get it. It was a super big house!”

“It doesn’t help that he’s a little unpredictable.” He laughed. “I never asked you thought but, what were you doing on that room?”

“Watching the stars mostly. That party was too loud for a second and I needed some air.” She said simply.

“I can relate to that.” He confessed, feeling a little shy.

“If you ever need, I know some points around campus where you can see the sky perfectly. Even some rooftops.” She suggested with a grin in her face.

“That would be nice! Thanks, star girl!”

“You having fun?” Deo creeped behind Hyori, handing her the drink she choose for her.

“I am thank you.” Hyori gave her a death glare.

“Hey do you know where Carolina is?” Deo asked, showing him the drink she had for her.

“Uh... She was just here?” Namjoon said confused. He wasn’t paying much attention.

“Jimin!” Deo tapped on his shoulder. “Did you saw Carolina?”

“Ye-” before he could say anything, Taehyung was already going off.

“We lost her???”

“She’s there.” Jimin chuckled while pointing to the dance floor.

“Oh~~ thank God!” Taehyung let out a sigh.

“Hey!” Deo tapped Carolina lightly on the shoulder. “Got you a drink.”

“Oh thanks! You didn’t nee-” Carolina finally looked at the girl, eyes widden. “-eed to...”

“It’s nothing! But you’re ok? You’re a little pale.”

“Uh... Yeah! Totally! Thanks!” She took a sip of her drink, confused with a million things running through her mind.

“Imma go back to the group but if you need to catch some air or go to the bathroom you can call me!” Deo said. She was 100% sure now that Carolina was the bathroom girl from the party, all she had to do now was figure out about which boy she was talking.

“Mhmm, sure thanks!”

The time flew by and the party wasn’t over yet. Once Yoongi ended his performance, the manager of the club announced that he was the last one but that everyone was invited to stay and have fun. With the regular radio music playing, everyone kept on drinking and dancing and laughing. The smoke from the cigars and dim light made the entire mood. It was going to be a good night. That was until...

“Take your hands off my girlfriend you piece of shit!” A guy yelled over the music and threw a punch.

“Fuck you man!” The other guy quickly stood up and threw another punch.

“What the hell is going on?” Jack called over, catching the group’s attention.

“Someone doesn’t know how to handle their drinks.” Jimin shrugged it off.

Soon the manager came in between the two guys and kicked them out. As it was usual policy, he would give a warning but if they didn’t stop, he’d have to call the cops. It was a bad image for the club to have drunks fighting right at their door. One of the man that was involved in the fight was a regular. Every once or twice, he would come to the club and would make a scene. The only reason the manager would still let him in was because he spent more in a night than most of his clients in a week. But of course, that would lead to fights.

“Knock it off!” One of the bouncers yelled but it was no use.

“Want me to step in?” The other one asked.

“No need, the police is already on their way.”

It took them a while, but once they heard the sirens, the two men stopped fighting and ran in different directions. One ran down the street to get away as fast as he could and the other managed to get inside the club.

“The cops are here! Run! RUN!”

Maybe it was the alcohol in their systems or maybe the fact that half of the people there didn’t have the legal age to drink but chaos installed quickly. Everyone was running out through the front door, some decided to use the emergency exit but it was already too late, cops were already covering both exits.

Carolina quickly exchanged looks with her group. She was underaged and there was no way she was going to get caught. She quickly grabbed Deo’s wrist and ran to the backstage area where she had been just hours ago with Yoongi. Hyori and Jungkook followed right after.

“Ok listen up, there’s no way I’m getting caught. We have to jump out of this window.” She peeked her head outside to see if there were cops there. “The coast is clear, let’s go.”

Carolina jumped first. “C’mon, hurry up!”

“There’s no way I’m jumping out of that.” Deo said.

“Would you rather get caught?” Jungkook glared his eyes to the both of them. He was a pile of nerves.

“That’s too high!” Hyori panicked.

“I’ll go first and I’ll help you get down yeah?” Jungkook sugested.

“Ok, but be careful!” Deo said.

“Ok c’mon!” Jungkook whispered.

“You wanna go first? If they get to us we’re dead Hyo, we have to jump.”

“AH FUCK!” Hyori flipped, climbing up the window.

“Ok Deo... keep your shit together, you’re a cheerleader. You’re thrown in the air higher than this fucking shit!” Deo talked mostly to herself. “Can I go?” She peeked her head out.

“Yes, I get you.” Jungkook told her.

Outside the backstage, the boys were trying to create a distraction to make the policeman that was looking for the agressor inside the club.

“We gotta do something!” Hoseok said, panicking.

“Chill Hope, let’s talk to them and keep them up.” Jack suggested.

“NO! Namjoon pretend to faint!!” Jin almost screamed.

“Me?! I can’t act for shit!” Namjoon said, panicking as well.

“Guys keep it down, you’re making it worse.” Yoongi glared at all of them.

“HERE I GO!” Taehyung embraced himself for a fall, closing his eyes as soon as he hit the floor and giving it a special touch my pulling his arm over his forehead. It was a 5-star acting.

“HELP! MY FRIEND FAINTED!” Jimin screamed, getting the attention of the policeman.

“What is going on here?!” The cop asked.

“OUR FRIEND FAINTED!” Jin said overly dramatic.

“What happened?” The cop asked, an eyebrow arched.

“The bad guy!” Namjoon started but felt flustered, not knowing what to say after.

“He pushed him and he fell!” Hoseok said, covering for Namjoon.

“That’s why he fainted!” Jimin added.

“Did you saw where he went? Which direction?” The cop said anxious.

“Into the bathroom.” Yoongi pointed in the opposite direction of the backstage.

“HEY! What about our friend!” Jin said, too excited with everything going on but thankfully the cop was long gone.

“Dude!” Everyone said at the same time.

“Oh yeah.” Jin said nonchalant.

“C’mon, we gotta get out of here to see if they need help.” Yoongi said.

“Everyone has their ID’s?” Jack asked, while him and Jimin pulled Taehyung up.

As the boys waited to leave – the line was super long because the police was checking ID’s at the front door. Deo finally managed to jump and they were hiding behind a dumpster, checking to see if they could move.

“Ok I think there’s a car there.” Carolina pointed to the side of the bar.

“Why the fuck they need so many cops for a fight?” Deo said frustrated.

“That doesn’t matter now!” Jungkook said, his palms were already sweating. He was tense and Carolina had to hold a laugh.

“Ok, be prepared to run if you have to.” The older girl told them.

“How are you so calm?!” Hyori said, freaked out.

“You don’t wanna know.” Carolina laughed dryly. “Ok, on the count of 3.”

The girl started counting. 1... 2... 3! They all started running and as soon as they hit the end of alley, it was exactly what Carolina suspected, there was a car and the two cops that were leaning against the wall noticed them immediately and started chasing after them.

“C’mon!” Jungkook grabbed Deo’s wrist so that she wouldn’t stay behind while Hyori and Carolina ran in front of them.

“HOLY FUCK!” Deo screamed, overwhelmed with the situation.

They could hear the footsteps of both cops chasing after them and they various attempts of telling them to stop were ignored. Quickly they got to a crossroad and Carolina took the left road and Hyori followed suit. Jungkook was ready to turn too but Deo pulled him to the other way.

“It’ll be easier like this! Hyori is fine with her.” She assured him.

“Keep up just a little longer ok?” He asked, seeing how tired she was already.

“We gotta find somewhere to hide.”

Once Carolina and Hyori noticed they were alone and they couldn’t see the cops, they decided to slow down their pace. They sat down on a bench. They noticed they were on a park but at this time of the night they weren’t recognizing it.

“That was close.” Hyori started, trying to normalize her breath.

“Yea-” Carolina stopped mid-sentence. “Do you hear that?”

“Wha-”

“We gotta hide.” Carolina quickly looked around, eyes scanning the place. “Are you good at holding your breath?”

“What?!”

“YES OR NO?!”

“I guess!!”

Carolina grabbed Hyori’s arm and pulled her with her to the fountain. She kept peeking a little but when she saw the light of the cop’s flashlight, she dove in, pulling Hyori along with her.

Deo and Jungkook continued running for what felt hours but really was 10 minutes since they got separated from the two girls. That was until they saw a convenience store.

“Let’s go there!” Deo pulled Jungkook.

“Wait, we need to control our breaths before we go in.”

“We don’t have time for that! Just smile to the cashier and then you can breathe normally!”

“Fuck, let’s go then.”

They immediately walk to the drinks area. Jungkook grabbed a power drink and Deo a water. They heard the doors slide and their hearts clutched a little. They tried to peek but didn’t see anything.

“Let’s grab some Doritos.” Deo suggested, telling Jungkook to calm down with her hands.

“I want pringles.” He said nonchalant.

“What? You always want Doritos.”

“And you always want Pringles.”

“Your point?” She laughed lightly.

“Hey kids.” They heard a voice from behind them and turned.

“Yes?” Deo spoke, afraid Jungkook’s voice was going to tremble.

“What are you doing here at this time?” The cop walked closer to them.

“We came to buy some snacks.” Deo said, showing the chips in her hands. “Is there a problem?”

“Where did you came from?” The cop pushed again.

“From campus.” Deo answered immediately with an eyebrow arched. “Why?”

The cop looked at them for a couple of seconds before relaxing his posture a little. “Make sure to make it there safe. Have a good night.”

As soon as he turned his back, Deo couldn’t contain the big smile on her face. “Let’s grab some gum too.”

“I swear, one of these days I die because of you.” Jungkook whispered to her.

“What did I do?!”

“You were giving him an attitude!”

“I was no- he was interrogating us for no reason!” She said teasingly.

“I- what?!”

“Relax Gguk. This will be the first of many times.” She winked to him and turned on her heels, heading to the cashier. The only thing she could hear was his sigh.

Back at the fountain, Carolina decided to be brave and peek her head out of the water. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore so between drowning and getting caught, it was a close call. Everything was quiet. She couldn’t hear the cop’s radio anymore so she decided it was now or never. They jumped out of the fountain, fully wet and trembling to the breeze of the night.

“Let’s agree to never speak of this again.” Carolina said, frustrated.

“Agree.”

DAY 5 [COMING SOON]

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[strangest-loser]

Something just like this - Klaus Hargreeves X Blind! Male Reader

We do it for the gays on this blog my dudes.

Warnings: slight homophobia (blink and you will miss it), mention of drugs, and some language to make granny cry.

Also I assumed Klaus was born in Germany so translations at the bottom.

Enjoy!

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Getting high was the only thing that mattered, at least to him, drowning out the voices that only he could hear was more important than his general health or his relationships with his siblings and with ordinary strangers. That's what happens when you are haunted by the dead, confused, scared and screaming for Klaus to give them answers. Answers he didn't have. So he got high.

A high was the only thing he would chase until he met him.

It was a fairytale story at all, Klaus was a mess and he couldn't be responsible for himself never mind anyone else. It started with a high, as most things with Klaus did. Sitting on the side of a road after waking up in an alleyway, hungover to high heaven and hearing about 20 different voices in 6 different languages, calling to him for help, help that he couldn't give. Being about 5 seconds away from repeatedly smacking his head off a brick wall, Klaus almost didn't notice the commotion coming from the coffee shop across the street.

It's never been easy for Klaus to watch people get picked on, not as a child and not even now as an adult, bullies infuriated him, his father was a bully. So seeing three grown men pushing someone around ground his gears so much that he sobered up enough to push himself off the ground and made his way over to the men cracking his knuckles, not in the mood to approach this in the same way that he approached most things in his life, for the first time in a while he was deathly serious when he let a roar out at them. "HEY!" He yelled, thinking quick on his feet "Back the hell away from my brother before shit gets nasty!". Watching the three men before him turn to him, all three cracking a nasty smirk before yelling back at him. "What, you coming to save your little fag brother here ?".

Now Klaus was pissed, bullies were one thing but being blatantly homophobic was just a horrible thing that made him feel nothing but rage. As soon as he reached the group he reeled back and his fist collided with the first man's nose, hearing a healthy snap insured him it was broken and the yell of pain insured him that it fucking hurt. The other two looked about ready to jump in and avenge their friends honour until catching a flash of the black ink that held residence on his wrist. Apparently even these pricks knew not to go picking fights with the umbrella kids cause they picked up prick no.1 and quickly left mumbling how he wasn't worth the energy.

Klaus turned to leave in search of another high when a voice cut through the chatter of the street around them.

"I actually have two sisters, just so you know".

Turning to the owner of the voice, Klaus was met with probably one of the most attractive men he had ever met, soft brown curls sat atop his head, he stood about a head shorter than Klaus and wore a brown kit sweater over black skinny jeans, brown timberlands, a red scarf and a black denim jacket. His pale face was littered with freckles and a small scar sat on his chin, but, the most striking feature was his cloudy, blue, unseeing eyes.

"No brothers, just sisters". At this the mystery boy cracked a smirk and Klaus right about died. After getting his head around the beautiful stranger he managed to finally speak.

"Figured they wouldn't know that, I'm Klaus by the way" he said holding pointless eye contact with the man in front of him, but it still felt polite.

The smirk was replaced by a genuine smile.

"Thomas".

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~ 18 months later ~

Drugs were never the same to Klaus after that day, heroin was just the stab of a needle with no benefits and pills were just like breath mints with no buzz. After he met Thomas he suddenly didn't need to smoke up or get lost in artificial bliss.

Weekdays in nightclubs turned into coffee dates and weekend benders turned into movie nights at Tommy's apartment ( the irony of a blind man watching movies still made Klaus chuckle when he thought about it ) and with Thomas's support he breezed through rehab. It was one of these movie nights that Klaus recounts as one of his most treasured memories.

They were sitting in the cozy living room of Thomas's apartment that Saturday night in the middle of November, some generic and cheesy rom-com playing mindlessly in the background, and the fire roaring courtesy of the person with working sight. Klaus walked in from the tiny kitchen clasping two mugs of tea and made his way over to the worn sofa, carefully stepping over Ziggy, Tommy's guide dog, a beautiful chocolate lab with a heart of gold. Klaus set his mug of regular tea on the table before handing Thomas his cup of something distinctly herbal

"Prize if you can guess what it is just by smell" be said and let a small smile grace his lips when Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and responded with ease "if it's not green tea you are sleeping on the couch". Thomas was witty and a massive flirt, that's how he and Klaus both were with each other, it still didn't stop a blush to rage it's was across Klaus's neck and face, he was never thankful other than in those moments that Tommy couldn't see him. Before Klaus could stutter out a remark Thomas sniffed at his cup and let out a shocked laugh and, as a massive toothy smile broke out on his face, spoke again.

"Klaus you did not do what I think you did".

A laugh broke out from the taller man as he spoke to the elated man before him.

"So I may or may not have called Cassie in London and she may or may not have sent over a huge box of your favourite salted caramel green tea" he said with a matching smile of adoration for the man sat before him.

"Klaus get this cup out of my hand before I spill it all over you" Thomas said and as soon as the cup hit the coffee table he launched himself into the ex-addicts arms with a joyous giggle. "Oh my lord Klaus I could kiss you right now".

Klaus stayed silent and just hugged Thomas tighter to him, 'you can't kiss a man who doesn't feel the same way' was all that was running through his brain.

About two hours and a mug of tea later the two men sat with Thomas's head on Klaus's shoulder and Friends re-runs playing in the background before Thomas spoke up again.

" K, will you tell me what you look like again". He spoke softly, almost like he was too scared to say it out loud.

Klaus let out a soft sigh and smiled softly. "I can guarantee you it hasn't changed since the last time I told you" he chuckled out earning a small slap on the chest from a grinning brunette man who then proceeded to shift so that he was kneeling on the sofa, straddling Klaus's legs as he laid both his soft hands on his face and spoke. "Well I guess I'll have to find out for myself then" he said softly as he ran his thumb over Klaus's cheekbone. If Tommy heard the audible hitch in Klaus's breath he didn't let it show as he continued his exploration of the face of the man he had come to adore in the time since he played his night in shining armour that morning in May of last year. The soft pad of his thumb circled Klaus's face and skimmed his chizzled bone structure and he spoke again, "I reckon you are really handsome you know that" Tommy said with a smirk on his lips as Klaus let out a laugh. "is that so?" He countered as Tommy's thumb ended it's journey by sliding across Klaus's slightly chapped lips before pulling the bottom one down slightly before letting it go. "Yeah it is" was all that he whispered before he slowly leaned in and captured the lips of the man who stormed across the road towards a coffee shop at eight in the morning like a drunk superman and punched a homophobic asshole in the face, for him.

It was easily the most magical moment in Klaus's life, fuck superpowers and seeing the dead, fuck getting high off a powder until you can't remember your own name, if Klaus could have something just like this for the rest of his life he could die a happy man.

Oxygen broke the two apart and Klaus dragged them both to the only bedroom in the apartment.

Safe to say Klaus did not sleep on the couch that night

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~ 9 years later ~

Klaus Hargreeves chased after a giggling Ellie-Anna Vanya Hargreeves as she weaved through their old english home just outside of Brighton. Letting out a shriek of joy she ran into the conservatory what held her other father Thomas and a very old very retired Ziggy and another service pup named Marley.

Ellie-Anna let out a shriek of joy at the sight of Tommy and jumped into his lap away from the hands of Klaus. Tommy laughed before asking the obvious question.

"what is with all the commotion guys?"

Klaus let out a laugh before answering him. "well it seems our kleiner Engel here decided she wanted to play chase instead of help me pack us all up to fly to Aunt Allison's for Christmas, isn't that right Mäuschen ?" Klaus said looking down at his beautiful daughter. Who simply giggled and shook her head, playing the innocent card.

Tommy sighed and pretended to stare sternly at Ellie-Anna which only prompted more giggles as she was more than aware of her father's lack of sight. "Come now mein Schatz, we have to get ready or else Santa Claus won't come to you little one". Clearly horrified at the prospect of not getting a present this Christmas Ellie-Anna lept from her father's lap and raced up the stairs as fast as her little five year old legs would carry her. This prompted a laugh from her fathers as they watched her go before Klaus turned to Tommy. "You saved me mein Liebhaber, I will love you for all my life, now I better make sure our little angel doesn't pack only princess dresses" he said before laying a final kiss on Tommy's lips and jogging back up the stairs

Thomas turned to glance at Ziggy who looked at him with kind, knowing eyes. The family they made was the only thing Tommy wanted for the rest of his life.

Something just like this.

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Translations:

kleiner Engel - little angel

Mäuschen - little mouse

mein Schatz - my treasure

mein Liebhaber - my lover

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Carried Away Chapter 61: Married Life

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Lucy sat up in bed in her hotel room. She gave big groaning stretch, before reaching for her phone. Ignoring her notifications, she called her best friend.

“Hello?” Came the groggy voice from the other end.

“Sarah! I had the weirdest dream. I met a handsome actor in London, and we started dating, then we got married! Can you believe it? How crazy would that be?” Lucy rambled to her friend.

“Lucy, I’m laying here, incredibly hungover from your wedding reception last night to said handsome actor. Why are you calling me?” Sarah grumbled across the line.

“Because I thought this call would be a really good joke, and that you’d like it.” Lucy replied much too cheerfully for Sarah’s liking.

“Yes, it was very funny,” Sarah replied deadpan, “where is your husband? Why didn’t you tell him this funny joke?”

“I think he’s in the bathroom, or at least someone is, and the joke wouldn’t work telling him.”

“Well, why don’t you try, I’m going to go die now.” Sarah moaned into the phone.

“Ok,” Lucy responded, more chipper than anyone should be on New Year’s morning, “I’ll see you at 11 for brunch!”

“I’m planning on being dead by then, but on the off chance that I’m not, sure, see you there,” came Sarah’s monotone reply.

“I love you!” Lucy yelled into the phone, grinning.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Sarah said before disconnecting the call.

Lucy looked up to find Henry standing in the open bathroom door, wearing a fluffy, white, hotel robe, and a wide smile. “Not even married 24 hours and you’re already cheating on me,” he quipped, clutching his heart dramatically.

“Technically, I’m cheating on her with you. I’ve loved Sarah, way longer than I’ve loved you,” Lucy shrugged.

Henry chuckled as he ambled to the bed, dropping down to lay beside his wife. She shifted her position to lay her head on his chest. “Is that why we work so well together? We’re just an illicit affair,” he asked jokingly.

“Probably,” she pondered aloud, “the excitement of it all? That must be it,” she giggled.

“So, Mrs. Cavill, do you want to shower first? Or should I? We’re meant to be at brunch in an hour.” Henry said, kissing the top of her head.

“Well, Mr. Cavill, if we shower together, it would save time, and water…” she trailed off.

Standing up next to the bed, he replied, “that is so economical of you,” he held out his hand to help her out of the bed. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply before leading her to the bathroom.

The happy couple met everyone in the same ballroom that had hosted their reception, for a buffet brunch. Both his and her families were in attendance, as well as her bridesmaids and their families. Henry’s agent Dany and her husband were also there, as well as a few other assorted wedding guests that were staying at the hotel.

Lucy and Henry sat with Sarah, Paulo, Charlie, Heather, Dany, and her husband Dave. “Lucy, how are you so damn chipper this morning, you drank just as much as I did.” Sarah commented ripping off a piece of her croissant.

“I switched to sparkling cider about half way through the night,” Lucy replied, winking at her friend.

“Sneaky bitch,” Sarah responded jokingly.

“Smart bitch,” she pointed in Henry’s direction, “have you seen my husband? I was not going to be too drunk to handle that last night. Uh uh,” Lucy replied, causing the whole table to burst out laughing.

“It was a lovey ceremony, Lucy.” Dany said, after everyone had spent several minutes enjoying their food. “And such a fun reception. I had forgotten what it was like to just attend a party, and not do any networking. To just enjoy myself.”

“Well, we’re glad you had a good time. And thank you for coming. Henry and I really appreciate you being here, and for taking care of that, you know,” Lucy replied.

“It was our pleasure,” Dany replied smiling.

“Dany, could I speak to you for a moment?” Henry asked seriously, when he was done enjoying his food.

“Sure, I’m just going to grab a refill on my coffee, first,” she replied standing. Dany, followed Henry out of the ballroom, around the corner to a grouping of leather arm chairs. Henry took one, and Dany sat next to him.

“What’s on your mind, Cavill?” Dany asked.

“How could you let Lucy pay for that watch? If I had expressed an interest in it, they probably would have given it to me for free,” Henry asked, exasperated.

“They did, Henry,” Dany replied.

“But Lucy said she paid for it.”

“She was insistent upon paying for this present for you. I took her money, and I’ve put it into an account, and my plan is to invest that into an upcoming film project, which will give her a producer credit, which would then entitle her to a percentage of the profits of said film. If we do this the smart way, she could get quite a return for her investment,” Dany explained.

Henry just stared at his agent. “You need to tell her this. Because I certainly am not going to,” he insisted.

“I was planning on it. But I wanted to wait until after the wedding.”

“Now, is as good a time as any, I’m going to get her,” Henry replied, standing.

Henry returned to the table to find Lucy bouncing Sophia in her arms, while engaging on conversations with everyone else at the table. Henry knelt down next to her chair, “darling, if you don’t mind, Dany would like to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, being called to the principal’s office,” Lucy quipped while pushing herself away from the table.

“Darling, give the baby back to her parents before you leave the room,” Henry joked.

“Fine, if I have to,” Lucy mock pouted,  before handing Sophia to Heather.

She made her way to the chair next to where Dany was sitting. “Whatcha’ need?” Lucy asked, plopping down into the soft leather, Henry took the seat next to hers.

“Well, Lucy, it’s about the watch you gave Henry for the wedding.” Dany began, and explained everything she had previously explained to Henry.

“What do you mean by a producer credit?” Lucy asked.

“When the credits roll at the end of a movie, your name would be listed as an associate producer, meaning you helped fund the movie, and as a producer, you would be entitled to a share of the profits.”

“So I didn’t pay for Henry’s watch?” Lucy asked, slowly starting to make sense of what the other women was explaining to her.

“Correct, and with your permission, I’d like to take that money that you gave me for the watch, and put it to work for you,” Dany explained.

Lucy turned to Henry, “are you ok with this?”

“Cupcake, I think this is a phenomenal idea. If you do this correctly, you could make enough to then invest more in future projects. You could end up making more than I do,” Henry said plainly.

“How much are we really talking about? I don’t know how much it costs to make a movie, but the paltry amount I gave you couldn’t make me that big of a return.” Lucy asked.

“Let’s use some simple numbers. If the movie profits 100 million dollars, and your share, which depends on a number of factors, is even 1%, that would be 1 million dollars, before taxes of course,” Dany explained.

“What? Are you kidding me?” Lucy exclaimed.

“I don’t kid about money,” Dany said straight faced.   

“Would I get a choice in what project it goes toward?” Lucy asked, warming to the idea.

“Of course, though you are limited to the projects that my production company has in the works,” Dany assured her.

“That’s fine,” Lucy stuttered, her head spinning.

“Well, alright then,” Dany said patting Lucy’s hand, “I’m glad we had the chance to talk. We’ll be in contact in a few months about what you’d like to invest in. But before then, I need to ask, do you have a specific designer you’d like us to contact about your dress for the premiere?”

“What? Dress? Premiere? What are you talking about?”

“The Batman v Superman premiere. I’m assuming you’ll be there? You’ll need something to wear. As the wife of one of the leads, you’ll need to be dressed accordingly. Do you have a favorite designer?” Dany asked.

Lucy stared at her like she had grown a second head. “No? What do you recommend?”

“We’ll put out feelers, and I’ll give you some choices with whoever gets back to us. Do you have any preferences? Color? Style?”

Lucy thought for a moment, “I don’t look good in pastels. I like jewel tones. And nothing too form fitting. I don’t want to look like a sausage.”

Dany typed all of Lucy’s comments into her phone, “well, my dear, I have your phone number and someone from my office will be in touch,” Dany said starting to rise, “But I must be going, Dave and I fly out late this evening. I can’t take much more of this subzero weather.”

“I understand,” Lucy said, embracing her. “Dany, really, thank you for everything, and thank you for coming.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this,” she said, turning back toward the ballroom.

Lucy sat back down in her chair. “My life with you keeps getting weirder and weirder,” she commented, turning toward Henry.

“How so?” he asked.

“Well, two years ago, the phrase “investing in a movie” meant buying the Blu-Ray edition instead of the DVD. And my favorite designer was Target,” she elaborated.

Henry gave a short chuckle, before standing, offering Lucy his hand and pulling her into his arms. “Well, Mrs. Cavill its just all things you’ll have to get used to,” he said, dropping a kiss on her lips.

She heaved an exaggerated sigh, “I guess,” she said with a smile.

Saturday morning was hectic as all of Henry’s family prepared to leave. While they all packed, Lucy made everyone a breakfast of Belgian waffles, which was eaten very noisily as the boys all protested their departure. They wanted to stay and go sledding again, or ice skating on the lake, and play with Kal.

“Well, boys I suppose you’re welcome to stay, you can come to school with me.” Lucy offered. “We start school on Monday, when do your schools start again?”

“Not for another two weeks,” Olivia interjected.

“So you could come to school with me for two weeks, then I'll send you home to your parents. How does that sound?” Lucy asked.

“Aunt Lucy you’re no fun.” Alfie said from the opposite end of the table.

“I know. I hear that all the time from my students,” she responded.

When everyone had finished their breakfast, the vehicles had been packed, and all the trips to the bathroom had been completed, Lucy and Henry followed the family out to their waiting vehicles. Everyone hugged their goodbyes, and Lucy and Henry waved until the cars disappeared over the rise in the drive.

The pair returned to the house, shivering from the subzero temperatures outside. Henry rubbed his hands over Lucy’s upper arms. “So, Mrs. Cavill we’re alone. What should we do?” He asked suggestively.

Lucy grasped his face between her hands, “my darling, I love you,” she said planting a kiss on his lips. “But right now I need some time alone. I’m going to go watch a movie in the viewing room, and just be by myself for about two hours. I love you, but I am peopled out right now, and unfortunately you are people too. I just need a couple of hours to decompress.” She pressed another kiss to his lips and released his face.

“It’s ok. I understand,” he said, drawing her into his arms, holding her against his chest. “This has been a very overwhelming week. You do what you need to do. Shall we meet in the kitchen for lunch? Say noonish?”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you for understanding,” she kissed him deeply, before making her way to the movie room. She spent a few minutes perusing her movie collection before selecting The Holiday. Lucy reclined her chair and enjoyed the chance to turn her brain off for a little while. As she watched Iris and Amanda spend New Year’s Eve with the new loves of their lives, she couldn’t help but smile at how different this New Year’s Day was from the last.

When her movie was finished, Lucy switched on the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, and set her favorite playlist on shuffle. She searched the cupboards, trying to find something to make for lunch. Having 19 people in the house for the past week had done a number on their food situation. Luckily she managed to find a box of macaroni and cheese. “I guess we’ll need to hit the grocery store this afternoon,” Lucy said to herself. She got to work filling a pot with water, singing along to a Robbie Williams song.

That was how Henry found her 20 minutes later; standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot, doing a modified salsa dance to Enrique Iglesias. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to seeing; Lucy dancing in the kitchen to her eclectic collection of music. It never failed to bring a smile to his face.

Lucy caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and found him watching her. “How many times are you going to watch me dance in the kitchen?” She scolded.

“Darling, I hope I never stop watching you dance in the kitchen.” He said, gathering her up in his arms, kissing her deeply.

“That’s a good line,” she responded, “would you grab a couple of bowls from the cupboard? Lunch is almost ready.”

Henry turned to get the bowls, “you know you didn’t have to make me lunch. I was thinking we could make something together.”

“I’m just doing my wifely duties; making my husband lunch. And I’m making macaroni and cheese from a box because that’s literally all we have. Seriously, all we have in the fridge is milk, and leftover wedding cake. We’ll have to go grocery shopping this afternoon,” she said spooning the neon orange food into the two bowls. Henry carried the bowls to the table, while Lucy poured them each a glass of water.

They tucked into their simple lunch. “After I’m done eating, I’m going to go strip the beds and start washing sheets and towels.” Lucy said.

“No need. I’ve already started those,” Henry said blowing on his fork before taking a bite.

“You didn't have to do that. Are you gunning for husband of the year? It’s only January 1, slow down, you’ll wear yourself out,” Lucy joked.

“It’s our house. We’re both responsible for taking care of it. Why shouldn’t I wash up after my family was here?” He responded seriously.

“You know, you could give a class on how to be an amazing husband,” she said leaning toward him.

He leaned in too, “I’ve got great inspiration,” he said before pressing a kiss to her lips.

He picked up their empty bowls and brought them to the sink. “You know darling, you never answered my question about a honeymoon.”

“Because we can’t take a honeymoon. I have to go back to work on Monday, and the perfect time to take one, during our actual spring break this year, someone has a world premiere to attend. So the earliest we can take a honeymoon would be June.”

“Fair enough. So where would you like to go in June?” He persisted.

“I think Venice would be fun and romantic, but no, that’s too many people. I want to spend our honeymoon with my husband, not Henry Cavill, Actor,” she thought out loud. “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those beach resorts with the little bungalows over the water. You know? Just spend a week floating and sunning ourselves,” she said dreamily.

Taking her into his arms he said, “Cupcake that sounds amazing,” he kissed her deeply. “You know what else sounds amazing?” He boosted her up to sit on the countertop in front of him, “we have this big house all to ourselves again…” he trailed off nuzzling her neck.

“Hmmm, what did you have in mind?” Lucy asked innocently.

“Remember those wifely duties you mentioned earlier?” He said, kissing his way across her jaw, “I think we should explore more of those.”

With his mouth nibbling its way across her collarbone, and his hands massaging her lower back, Lucy was quickly losing her ability to form a coherent sentence. “That is a good think to have. Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

“As you wish, Mrs. Cavill.” Henry responded, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Lucy noticed that the nameplate on her classroom had already been changed by the time she arrived on Monday morning. She snapped a quick picture, and sent it to Henry. “It’s official now.”

She spent the first blissful half hour before students arrived answering emails from break, and making copies for that day’s lessons. She was writing reminders on the board when one of her seniors entered the room.

“Buenos dias Hunter. Did you have a good break?”

“Did you get married over break?” The girl asked, ignoring her teacher’s greeting.

“I did. Thank you for asking.”

“Was Chris Evans at your wedding?” The girl asked, slightly more emotionally than she had intended.

“He was. He flew in Wednesday morning, and I believe he flew back to Boston on Friday.”

“You mean to tell me that Chris Evans was within 30 miles of me, and I knew nothing about it? How could you be so mean?” She asked with a level of drama only attainable by a teenage girl.

Lucy walked over to her desk, and pulled out a folder. “I was planning to give this to you for part of your graduation gift, but here. Maybe this will make you feel better,” she handed the girl a glossy 8x10 picture of Chris in his Captain America costume. In the lower right-hand corner was written, “Hunter, Good Luck at college in the fall. Make all your dreams come true. Love Chris Evans”

Lucy watched the emotions play over the girl’s face, from disbelief to excitement to elation. She jumped at Lucy, wrapping her teacher in a tight hug. “Oh, Ms. C. This is the best present anyone had ever given me!”

“Hunter, you need to let go. You’re choking me.” Lucy managed to eek out, and the girl quickly dropped her embrace. Catching her breath, she commented, “I’m glad you like it. Like I said, it was supposed to be included with your graduation present, but this is fine too I suppose.”

“Ms. Claussen, this is so far beyond anything I’ve ever expected. Thank you! Can I leave it with you for the day, so it doesn’t get wrinkled in my locker?”

“Of course you can, but it’s Mrs. Cavill now.” Lucy corrected her with a smile.

“OMG, of course. You’re married! Congratulations!” The girl enthused, giving Lucy another tight but quick hug.

“Thank you. Now was this all that you needed?”

“Oh! I need another copy of the list of the props we’re looking for for the play. I can’t find mine, and my aunt volunteered to look through her antique shop. She said she’d loan us anything we need if she has it.”

Lucy looked up from her computer screen, as she pressed the print button on the document. “That’s great! Try to get her the list as soon as possible, so we can rehearse with anything she might be able to get for us.”

“I will. Thank again Ms. C. Or should I say, Mrs. C. That’s so convenient that we barely have to change what we call you!”

“Yes, quite fortuitous,” Lucy laughed, shooing the girl out of her room.

January flew by, as it usually did, as Lucy was getting her drama group ready for their competition. This year she made the recording she sent to Tom. He was only too willing to help again, filming another video to give the group specific pointers on their performance.

On competition day, the group only managed a third place finish again. They were rightfully disappointed, but Lucy reminded them of how proud of them she was, and when she texted Tom the results, he insisted on FaceTiming with the group, to tell them how proud he was as well. Lucy thought at least one of her girls was going to faint at the table for their cast dinner.

The first weekend in February, Lucy found herself in a hotel suite in Minneapolis. Dany had arranged for a stylist to meet with her to try on an assortment of dresses to wear to the world premiere of Henry’s newest movie. He would be attending at least four different premieres but because of scheduling, Lucy was only going to be attending the premiere in New York.

Henry enjoyed himself, watching his wife parade in and out of the bedroom of the suite, each time wearing a different dress.

“This one makes me look like I’m going to prom,” she commented about the first dress she appeared in. The dress had a voluminous skirt that he thought made her look more like a cupcake than a prom attendee, though he wasn’t going to tell her that. The deep plum color complemented her complexion, but it was not the right dress. She returned to the bedroom.

“What do you think of this one?” She asked, when she arrived in front of him in her second dress.

The expression on her face told him that she didn’t like the dress, and he had to agree with her. The olive green color looked horrible with her winter pale complexion, and the cut made it look like she had just loosely draped herself in a bolt of fabric. “I don’t think that’s the right one for you darling,” he responded.

The third dress was white which draped flatteringly on her curves, while the bejeweled neckline and wide waistband, did wonders for her figure. She looked like a Grecian goddess, and he told her so. “I look like I’m going to a costume party,” she contradicted, getting a look of herself in the full length mirror. “This is useless. I’m not going to find a dress,” she hung her head, afraid to sit in the borrowed gown.

Henry crossed the room and caressed her bare shoulders. He raised her chin with his index finger, bringing her gaze to his. “Darling, I’ve never seen you like this, what’s wrong?”

“This is my first public appearance as your wife, and I don’t want to embarrass you,” she finally said, her gaze dropping to her feet.

He forced her eyes to meet his again, “hey, you could never embarrass me. You don’t have to dress a certain way to impress me, or anyone else. Wear a dress that you feel comfortable in, because the most important thing to me, is that you are standing there by my side. And if you would be more comfortable in your regular work trousers and a teacher sweater then wear that.”

“No, I want to wear a dress. I don’t get to dress up very often. I guess I’m just nervous to be presented to the world as your wife,” she confessed.

“I understand, but I am excited to introduce the world to my wife, and I want everyone to see how beautiful she is. So let’s find you a dress that you love,” he said, guiding her back to the bedroom to stare at the rack of dresses that Dany had procured for her. Henry leafed through the hangers while Claire, the stylist that had  brought the dresses, helped Lucy out of the white Grecian dress.

His hand stopped on a black gown. The silhouette was quite simple, with wide straps and deeper scalloped V neckline. The skirt was full but not anywhere near ball gown volume. But what instantly made him think of Lucy, a self-described water baby, was the sparkle. The silver half-circles of sparkles intersected to form a pattern reminiscent of a mermaid’s tale. The half-circles started at the bottom of the V neckline and grew further and further apart the farther down the dress they spread. He took the hanger from the rack and held the dress up for her. “Cupcake, what about this one?”

Lucy gasped, “that’s gorgeous.”

Henry left the room while Claire helped Lucy into the dress, though he was fairly certain this would be the last dress she tried on today. When she came out of the bedroom, her beaming smile was all he needed to see. It was obvious to him that she loved the dress, and therefore, he loved the dress. It hugged her figure slightly in just the right places. He could see her confidence when she wore this dress. “Cupcake, I do believe that is your dress,” he announced crossing the room to look over her shoulder into the mirror, “you look stunning.”

“Bring on the premiere,” Lucy demanded.

Chapter 60           Chapter 62

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fanfic #Henry Cavill fan fic #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Carried Away #Kal Cavill

[valeriemperez]

Do you think Grants gonna play another version of Barry in the crossover?

I do! I think we’re gonna visit at least one “Elseworld” and see very different versions of our heroes. I would like to see a different version of Iris too, but you can’t always get what you want… 

Do you have any theories on the photo of Grant and Stephen with Tyler Hoechlin? Tyler is in a dark Superman suit, while Grant and Stephen appear to be wearing semi-matching outfits, or at least matching boots and pants with a chain. (TVLine said they could be biker outfits but idk.) Apparently Stephen has been wearing a bandana that is related to the nature of the crossover too.

I’m guessing Barry and Oliver will be part of some crime syndicate with Superman as their leader. 

super anxious for cisco this year in regards to his story. I love the first episode of the season but realized cisco was still the ‘comic relief’ once again. thing is Cisco out of all of them would have a reason to not be happy about Nora staying. His brother DIED for god’s sake the last time an allen messed with the time line and they didn’t even write drunk/hungover cisco bitterly addressing that. i fear they never will address it which would be a problem

You’re right that they won’t address the brother thing again most likely, but I hope we get some real reflection for Cisco about his place on the team. Not to mention his relationship with his parents and his relationship to his powers. He deserves more than hilarious lines which are 80% ad-libbed by Carlos.

Really sad that it was revealed that once T Ashe got on LOT, they provided a Muslim-Ameri writer for her, but no one ever thought to get a black female writer for Candice or an expert in black hair/makeup. Filling quotas in front of the screen isn’t good enough anymore. When will they wake up behind the scenes on TF? They can even bring back Z Stentz to write for her, and I wouldn’t mind. He loves her.

I wish I could answer this question, but I can only share your disappointment. Flash desperately needs black female writers.

I love Love Love a tag you put on one of the Barry/Nora gif sets: please don’t let me down Todd. I think we all feel the same way. Burn some sage and start a prayer circle!

Do you think it looked bad that Grant didn’t go to the cw fall launch event? It’s very strange to me. He’s been acting a bit ‘off’ lately. But to miss an event like that is even stranger.

It clearly looked bad to individual fans who are paying attention and wish he would attend. It doesn’t look bad to the general public because no outlets are framing it in that way. As for Berlanti and other executives or people in charge of the event? I think they already know that he doesn’t go to these things and they no longer expect it of him. That doesn’t mean they’re not disappointed, but we will (probably) never know.

#the flash #arrowverse #anonymous #tatiana's thoughts #more asks under the cut #long post for ts #crossover for ts #gossip

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

This is for You

Plot: AU He’s self-conscious of himself ever since his crush turned him down. Your roommate threw a costume party just because but you had to miss out for a music test coming up. His friends dragged him to said party and he was ready to bolt until he heard a song he’s never heard before.

Rating: PG-13 (College party, minor language, body issues, self-doubt)

Characters: College Student!Jimin x Female Reader, feat. mentions of other members

Notes: The author was listening to her library recently and remembered that “Gold” by Britt Nicole was in there. Hearing that in real life Jimin has struggled with loving himself made me want to imagine how he’d react if he heard someone singing this song. If anyone actually does sing the song to him in real life, you are awesome and I want to hear all the details afterwards, okay?

“Why are you hosting a costume party? Halloween just ended!”

“Because costumes are fun! And second, why does Halloween have to be the sole reason someone can wear a costume?” your roommate Lea shot back. Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a look, daring you to challenge her reasoning.

You held your hands up and muttered that it wasn’t limited to one night a year. You picked up your guitar case and sheet music, glancing over at the backyard. “Guess I’ll be in the shed tonight.”

Lea pouted and you gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, but I’ve got a performance test in a few days and it’s worth 25% of our grade.”

“Fine, but next party, okay?” Lea said as she pointed at you. “Do you want me to ban people from the backyard?”

“Nah it’s cool – I’ve got a sign I can stick on the door,” you replied. You slipped out through the backdoor of the house you were renting and used your key to unlock the shed. It used to be a playhouse that the owner’s kids had before growing up and heading off to school, but you and your roommate had converted it into a practice room for studying or rehearsing music without interruptions.

“You seem excited – got your exam back already?” Jimin asked as his roommate came in, dropping his backpack onto his bed.

Jungkook dug around in his bag and fished out a flyer, handing it off to Jimin before making a beeline for the closet. Jimin smoothed the crinkled paper and saw it was an invitation to a costume party, hosted by one of the soprano singing majors who was a year ahead of them. He sighed as he put the flyer on Kook’s bed before settling back into his seat, drawing his knee up.

“It’s an excuse to wear that costume I was torn between!” Jungkook blurted out as he tossed the pieces of the costume onto his bed. “You’re coming, right?”

Jimin made a face and shook his head. “Maybe I should stay home,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

The younger boy stopped what he was doing and rolled his eyes at his friend, who was perched on a chair, knee drawn up with his chin resting on it.

“What, are you going to study for that ‘it’s-worth-1/3-of-your-final-grade' exam?” Jungkook snorted. He dragged his friend to his feet and began guiding him to the closet. “Chim, you’re not fooling me and I’m not letting you sit here and mope.”

“Halloween was weeks ago!”

“So? Who said it had to be Halloween to do a costume party? C’mon it’ll be fun!” Jungkook begged. “No one’s gonna know it’s you.” He clasped his hands together and attempted to use his cutest begging look on the older boy.

Jimin scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips into a frown. Damn Kookie and his aegyo...

“Clark Kent?” Taehyung guessed when his friends showed up. He pointed to Jungkook as he took a sip from his cup. “And our baby’s the Punisher.”

Jimin nodded as he pushed the costume glasses up. He didn’t want to be here, nor did he want to be dressed like Superman’s civilian ego. Initially Jungkook had recommended a few complex costumes with props and masks, but none of those seemed appealing to Jimin, who dismissed them as being too much work to do. The former located an old Superman logo tee in the bottom of his closet and made his roommate put it on before assembling the other pieces to make an easy Clark Kent costume.

The tee was too tight in his opinion, but at least the white shirt covered it. Sleeves were going to be left down but at the younger boy’s request, they were rolled up to show off Jimin’s biceps. Sure they looked good but he felt exposed trying to pose as the iconic DC hero.

“Is there a contest or something?” Jungkook asked as he gestured to Tae’s outfit.

Taehyung shook his head and allowed his crimson colored lips to form a pout. He nodded in the direction of the host and murmured that she had not planned a contest for the best costume. He fixed his purple suit jacket before crushing his cup in his hand. “Wish there was one though – I think I would have won.”

“Or...not,” Jungkook muttered as he spotted the valedictorian arrive, a horde of girls following him in a trance.

Jimin looked and saw that Namjoon was dressed as a Victorian-era vampire, complete with light colored contacts and fake blood dripping from his plump lips. He wished he had looked away sooner, for he spotted his old crush Risa lingering around Namjoon. Her hand reached out to touch the valedictorian’s arm and she laughed loudly at something said.

Tae scowled at the group and snorted in disgust. “Hyung is cool, but his costume is cliche. No originality.”

“Let’s move to another room,” Jungkook ordered as he dragged Jimin toward the dining room.

As they began moving away from the small group, the pair heard Taehyung throw out, “I thought this was a costume party, not a strip club!”

Jungkook snickered at their friend’s snarky comeback and Jimin allowed a small smile to cross his lips. Leave it to Tae to speak candidly about the situation.

“Don’t engage her, okay? Just relax and fun,” Kook said. “I’ll stick with you the whole night – promise.”

“Hey you – I come bearing water,” Lea said as she entered the shed, bottle in hand.

You thanked her as you accepted it, put your guitar down, and twisted the cap off to take a sip. She watched you drink as she gave you a brief rundown of who was there and what they were wearing.

“By the way, everyone’s being told to stay inside, unless they need fresh air or a smoke,” she added. “Gotta tell you, out of everyone who came, Namjoon surprised me.”

You snorted as you recapped the bottle. “Ha, well I’m not,” you replied. While Kim Namjoon was the brightest kid on campus, you had seen him outside of his usual attire of neatly pressed pants, clean shirt in a contrasting color, and red Converse. Occasionally you found him in one of the smaller clubs you visited, often spitting raps under his stage name RM. To you, there was clearly more to him than just books and smarts but everyone bought into his cute nerd look.

“Even Risa’s trying to impress him – you should have seen her outfit,” Lea admitted. “I mean, it’s technically a short, ‘everyone’s gonna see your ass if you bend over’ negligee and a pair of cat ears.”

You cocked your head and frowned as you tried to picture it. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same person? The girl I used to be friends with in grade school until Mommy and Daddy got rich and moved her away from the riffraff?”

Lea nodded and you rolled your eyes as you picked up your guitar and placed it on your lap. Yeah, that girl you used to be friends with in grade school? She was long gone – ever since her parents came into a bit of money after a grandparent passed, Risa got caught up in the mess. Technically she wasn’t cold or rude to you these days, but you never acknowledged each other beyond polite greetings in passing.

“Yeah, same snot who mocked that guy when he confessed his feeling for her – dunno the guy’s name, but boy did I feel for him,” Lea recalled with a sad look. “All I could think when I heard that was, ‘Wow, what a bitch!’ Wonder if that guy’s okay – she really humiliated him from what I heard.”

You nodded stiffly. You didn’t know the young man she turned down, but what you had gathered was that it was a younger student who had a sweet, heartfelt confession. Shallow Risa dissed the guy as being too soft, emotionally and physically for her liking, laughing as she left the poor guy standing there completely crushed.

“Thanks for the update,” you said as you slung the guitar strap over your body. “I need to practice my personal piece. Feel good about the scales and prepared piece, but I really need to nail the personal one.”

“Good luck!”

“She’s evil,” Tae remarked as he glared over at Namjoon and Risa. “Joonie’s too smart to buy her nonsense.”

“Chim, no alcohol for you tonight,” Jungkook ordered as he snatched the cup out of the elder’s hand. “You don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow.”

“Try the dumplings – heard the host made them from scratch,” a voice spoke up as someone joined them.

The trio looked up to see it was Jin, a theater major who was a few years older than them. Jin held out a paper plate with hot dumplings and prompted everyone to take one. Jungkook grabbed one and bit into it, wincing as the hot contents nearly scalded his mouth. Tae blew on his before nibbling on it and Jimin shook his head as he held up a hand.

“They’re not part of my diet,” he replied.

Tae scowled at him and shot Jungkook a look. “I thought he was done with this diet mess!”

“I tried!” Jungkook protested with his hands up. “He refuses to eat anything I bring home unless its raw or very plain! He keeps going to the gym with me and literally will be there at least an hour after I’ve left!”

“There’s nothing bad in them Chim Chim,” Jin said as he showed the inside of the dumpling he was eating. “See? Lots of veggies and pork. You love pork.”

Jimin shook his head and stood up from his seat. He glanced around, searching for the nearest door and mumbled he needed some fresh air. Before any of the members could stop him, he was pushing his way through the crowd and turning the handle.

“Everybody keeps score/Afraid you’re gonna lose/Just ignore/They don’t know the real you,” you sang as you worked your way through this passage at a slowed down tempo. You paused for a moment and reset your metronome, letting it tick closer to the actual tempo of the original song. You repeated the chords for the section you just played and hummed softly before making a note on your music that you were able to play that part up to speed.

“All the rain in the sky/Can’t put out your fire/Of all the stars out tonight/You shine brighter,” you sang as you played the next part slowed down. “This, this is for all the girls/Boys all over the world/Whatever you’ve been told/You’re worth more than gold.”

Jimin caught his breath once he got outside and he walked away from the door. Was it too much for him to ask for a quiet night without the painful reminder of Risa rejecting him? Or being tempted by foods he couldn’t eat, lest he risk putting on weight again? He knew his friends were worried about his recent decisions but he was convinced that he knew what he was doing. As cruel as Risa had been to him, she did speak the truth – no one would want him soft, especially if they could have someone like Namjoon or even Jungkook with his toned arms and confident attitude.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to take deep breaths to ease his anxious mind. He frowned when he heard a female voice coming from the backyard and his eyes flew open. He slowly walked in the direction of the voice, which was coming from a small house or shed with windows, one of which was cracked open.

“So don’t let anybody tell you that you’re not loved/And don’t let anybody tell you that you’re not enough/Yeah, there are days when we all feel like we’re messed up/But the truth is that we’re all diamonds in the rough,” you sang. Your fingers fumbled on this segment and you stopped, chewing on your bottom lip in frustration. Ugh, even slowed down this one was giving you trouble. You sighed as you picked up your metronome and shut it off, deciding it was time for a break.

Jimin lingered at the entrance to the shed and read the sign on the door. He took a few steps back and glanced back at the house. He didn’t want to bother whoever was in there but at the same time he wanted to know more about the song and the person singing it.  He swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his fist, knocking lightly on the door.

“Um excuse me? I uh, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he began as he lowered his fist. “I um, I heard you singing and I wanted to know what song that is. Would you please...”

You blinked when you heard the knock, accompanied by the warm voice. You set the guitar on its stand and rose from your seat, opening the door to the shed carefully. You stuck your head out and met the boy’s eyes.

“Hey, was I too loud? I didn’t think anyone heard me,” you admitted with a shy smile.

He shook his head and explained he needed some fresh air. “I came out here and I heard a voice singing, so I followed it and wanted to know more.”

You opened the door wider and stepped to the side. “Yeah it was a guitar version of Britt Nicole’s “Gold” – I’ve got a performance test coming up and that’s supposed to be my personal piece I’ll play.”

Jimin’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape and he nodded before looking back at the house, spotting your roommate wandering around the party. “Are you the host’s roommate?”

You nodded and rested your fingers around the edge of the door. You hadn’t seen this guy around before but he was cute as Clark Kent – glasses suited him and the stud earrings were kind of edgy but hot.

“Paroling the streets for bad guys Clark?” you teased with a smile.

He blinked before looking down at himself and laughing at your dumb joke. “My friend’s idea – he made me come,” Jimin explained. “But...I’m glad I did, because I heard a new song and I really like it.”

“The original is better,” you admitted with a shrug. “I can play about 89% of it without problem but its the bridge that gives me so much trouble.”

Jimin cocked his head at your guitar and looked over at it. “Um, could I hear the whole thing? I don’t care if its perfect – I’d just like to hear your version right now. The guitar is very pleasing to listen to.”

You smiled shyly and nodded before stepping to the side to let him in. He thanked you with a brief nod of his head and you pointed out a spare chair for him to sit in. He took a seat in the chair and watched as you got ready, picking up the guitar, slipping the strap over your head, and adjusting the tension on some of the strings.

“You were walking on the moon/Now you feeling low-ow-ow/What they said wasn't true/You're beautiful,” you began, your eyes lifting from the body of the guitar to meet Jimin’s eyes. “Sticks and stones break your bones/I know what you're feeling/Words like those/Won't steal your glow/You're one in a milli–”

“ChimChim I’m sorry about the dumpl–OHO! So sorry!” Jin stammered as he moved away from the door. He bowed low and apologized repeatedly for interrupting you as he backed away, mumbling he was going back inside.

You blinked as you watched Jin leave and Jimin shook his head with a faint smile.

“ChimChim? That’s a new one – it’s cute!” you remarked as you looked over at Jimin with a smile.

It was his turn to duck his head and he waved his hand. “It’s a nickname my friends gave me – real name is Jimin.”

You held out a hand and he shook it. “Y/N, nice to meet you. By the way, did he steal your dumplings from you? I can probably ask Lea to make more some other time – they’re super easy to make.”

Jimin shook his head, his hand going to the back of his neck. “Um, he offered me one, but I can’t eat it – I’m on a diet, you see.”

“I mean, it’s your choice but I personally don’t think you need to go on one,” you admitted. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and shyly looked down. “You look handsome in glasses and...I like your earrings. You look so smart.”

“Wae? Oh you don–”

“No I’m serious!” you protested as you leaned forward. “Look, I don’t wanna be too forward but you seem really sweet and I’m glad you came tonight and knocked on the door.”

He felt his cheeks warms up and he allowed a huge smile to cross his lips at the compliments.

“You’re killing me with that smile ChimChim,” you remarked shaking your head. “It’s adorable and now I wanna smile even after a stressful practice session!”

“Is this real?” he asked in a soft voice.

“Yes,” you replied as you placed your hand on top of his. “Am I keeping you from your friends?”

He shook his head and scooted forward on his chair, cupping his chin in his hand. “I’d like to hear the rest, if you’re up to playing it.”

#BTS imagine #BTS Jimin #BTS Jimin imagine #Park Jimin #Park Jimin imagine #BTS AU #BTS Rap Monster #BTS Jungkook #BTS V #yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 2186

[titomendoza]

Shoutout to Jon

The Shoutout Series is a series where I tell you about the special people in my life and who they are. Find out why I started HERE.

This shoutout for Jon Kirbitz has been a tough one to put together. Challenging in that the standard manner that I’ve been doing it the last few times doesn’t seem to fit how I want to share my experience with Jon. I started out by brainstorming random ideas about him, hoping that I could pull something from the list and be able to tell a story. A collection of memories, experiences, and fragments of time, with the hopes of being able to pick a starting point for my writing. For some reason I was not having any luck. I was stuck with a list. 

At a certain point, I realized that for Jon, the list might just be the perfect way to tell our story. Experiences are only as good as the company you have them with, and with Jon, experiences are his forte. He’s the type of person that really goes out of his way to make sure you are having a great time no matter what. He is someone who will drive hours out of his way just to pick you up so he can take you to a concert. He has Spotify playlists that took him years to build just so you can hear new music he’s discovered. He will research the best restaurant or coffee shops around you just so when he comes to visit, you could both experience it together. He’ll order the guacamole even if it’s extra. Does this makes sense? It’s not about the guac. It’s about the experience.

For some reason, the food and wine taste even better when you’re with Jon. That is special. Find friends that can do THAT. 

I’m sure there are a lot more points that I’m forgetting, but for now, I’ll leave you with these:

One of my favorite pictures from my wedding (although there are many) is one with Jon. See Below.

When I used to work a lot of late shifts, I would have deep conversations about life with Jon on my drive home

I had one of the best beers I’ve ever tasted with Jon. It was a Saison.

I wrote one of my favorite songs with Jon - Listen to it Here.

My first and most likely last time I was in a mosh pit was experienced with Jon ( If I remember correctly, it was Relient K, Mae, and Sherwood)

The best sushi I’ve ever had was with Jon.

One of my very first jobs ever lasted a total of 3 days. It involved selling gutters out of a really shady van who was being driven by an alcoholic. The epic story deserves it’s own separate blog or even a podcast. Nonetheless, I experienced it with Jon.

The best manhattan I’ve ever tasted was with the company of Jon.

The first time I was ever hungover in my life, was with Jon (Not from the manhattan. Different time and unrelated to #8.)

A lot of my creative works, get inspired by our conversations. Here’s one about Soulmates.

The only time I shot a potato gun, was with Jon… And he was the target.

Jon and I have started a tradition of watching youtube competitive eater, Matt Stonie. The first time we saw his video of him eating 7 burritos in a minute, Jon said “I could totally do that” He thought he could eat 4 burritos in 3 minutes. NOT EVEN CLOSE.

Jon would visit me in Florida during really bad breakups. Although, an unfortunate circumstance, I’m honored to be considered as his someone to go to during the rough times. 

I was in the same car with Jon when I realized that my first real relationship with my girlfriend was over. 

I remember blasting Limp Bizkit in Jon’s white Van, with his dad driving us around Detroit, eating mexican food and going to a concert (not Limp Bizkit)

I snuck out of summer camp at 3am and fell down superman style down a gravel hill.. with Jon

The first time I ever saw Beauty and The Beast was not the Disney Movie. It was a Flushing High School Musical. Jon was Gaston.

We played in a Marching band, Choirs, a Jazz Trio, a Chicago Cover band, and one night we even dabbled in freestyle rap (there’s a video floating around youtube somewhere)

We were asked to play our high school graduation song during our commencement. The song was “Life is a Highway”. We play the intro to “Changes” by Tupac and “Señorita” by Justin Timberlake instead.

We’ve talked about doing a “Hot Ones” style video. It’s gonna happen.

When I read through this list, I realized how much these moments have shaped me into who I am. He’s someone that knew me when I was a kid, learning how to grow up and fit in. He’s helped me get out of my comfort zone and get a little crazy. He’s a friend that’s seen me live through the heartaches, and the vulnerable states life puts you through and vice versa. He’s a brother who knows who I am now, and will know who I’ll be in the future. We’ll always be a part of each other’s lives, and I am grateful that he is a part of mine.

Shoutout to you my friend.

this is the wedding picture I was talking about. I mean c’mon. that’s a damn good picture. Photo Credit - Corban Young

More Pictures Below

The kid doing what he loves to do. He’s a drummer for One Blown Speaker and other misc groups in Michigan.

Us at the best sushi spot to date. I haven’t found a better place.

Gaston Signing autographs

Us somewhere in Detroit. Poor fashion choices and all.

Taken during one of Jon’s visits. He was going through a tough time. But we still had fun.

Pretending to be grown up. Cheers!

#shoutout #friend #best friend #thoughts #experience #creative #love #heartache #happiness

[himbowelsh]

bob ships and halloween couple costumes? who are they?

WINNIX

nix is the lowest-effort halloween guy ever.

he wears a baseball cap and claims to be a baseball player. he wears sunglasses and claims to be a hungover sunbather.

tbh he forgets about halloween until it actually happens and then has to improvise real fast or else face the wrath of all his friends, his sister, and DICK

the one year dick convinces them to go with matching costumes he takes pity on nix and goes with something fairly easy – 1920s gangsters

nix wears white while dick wears black, to counter each other. they both look VERY dapper.

SPEIRTON

halloween, for ron, is a chance to return to the Old Ways (back when people used to wear batshit terrifying costumes to horrify and bewilder everybody else)

ok, maybe he doesn’t go that far, but he takes wicked delight in scaring the crap out of people. usually he just dresses in all black and goes to hide out in the woods or something, to step out and greet trick or treaters. he doesn’t even need a costume. he moves silently, and he’s terrifying.

(harry fell down the stairs once and nearly died. he still hasn’t forgiven ron for that one.)

lip has always been in love with the idea of couple costumes, so using his extraordinary powers of lip-ness, he eventually convinces ron to dress up for one halloween -- as the scarecrow, while lip goes as the tinman.

ron makes the most deadpan scarecrow ever. their friends gush over them, and many pictures are taken. ron regrets nothing.

BABEROE

can i just say

nurse and doctor???

babe would be thrilled to dress up as a candy striper JUST BECAUSE but gene convinces him that no one actually wears something like that

so they go the more conservative route

or, if they feel like spicing it up, they combine their makeup skills and go with zombie nurse and doctor

WEBGOTT

liebgott suggests sharkboy and lava girl and web smacks him

in the end they go with super heroes because liebgott is a DC devotee and he’s dragged a reluctant webster kicking and screaming into it

web gets to be superman (he reminds me of henry cavill tbh) while lieb goes with batman

they’re the couple that are REALLY devoted to the comics and shoot for accuracy

alternatively, left and right shark

LUZTOYE

luz needs to stop ok

he loves slutty halloween costumes. they crack him up, he thinks they’re hilarious, and he LOVES them.

joe is very reluctant to participate in the whole “couples halloween” thing in general, but he also loves halloween costumes that let him look cool, so george figures something out every year.

one time they were a firefighter and dalmatian. another time, they went as a swat team. then there was the memorable year luz went as a playboy bunny and joe ran with magic mike.

#Anonymous #ITS AUGUST YOU ANIMALS #headcanons #webgott #luztoye #winnix #speirton #baberoe

[inagetawaycarxo]

Game Changer

Pairing: Clark x Reader .Castiel x Reader

Characters:  Y/n, Sheriff, deputy,casifer,clark, bruce..

Fandom: dceu . Supernatural (Crossover)

Summary: (y/n) struggles with the ‘death’ of her boyfriend Clark (superman) and takes on a case, (y/n) see Castiel again but find out something is off about him, (y/n) gets to close to the truth which puts her life in danger

WARNINGS:  fluff, fighting, blood, near death experience, FBI things, worried Bruce, Casifer, language, slight swearing.

Word Count: 1526

Request box is open.

  A/n: so, I’m posting my old fics from vixenwinchesters on this account. some are revamped.

You needed to distraction, and this case was the perfect distraction.

“You’re running away.” Bruce said, into the phone as passed the Welcome To Fort Smith sign.

“No, I’m doing my job, I’m not going to sulk in a corner.” you said, stopping at the police station

“But you’ll run yourself into the ground.” Bruce grumbled.

“Listen, Bruce, just let me do this one case and I promise, these people they need me.” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Can’t they get someone else?” Bruce asked, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s the problem, no one wants to do this case, listen I have to go.” you said, hanging up on him.

“You can do this.” you breathed, taking your keys out of the intuition.

A sudden knock on the car’s windshield made you jump.

You looked up to see a cop waving at you.

Opening the door, the cop started to speak.

“Sorry, I scared you.” he said.

“It’s fine.” you mumbled, as you locked your car.

“So you ready to solve this case, I mean no one wants to this case."He spoke.

"Where’s the file?” you asked bluntly, not listening to his babbling.

“Don’t you want to see the house first?” he asked, making you feel patience and annoyed.

“I prefer to read the file first.” you said.

“But, everyone that has been in this case, always sees the house.” He spoke.

“Listen, Deputy Tucker, I’m a federal agent, I do things a little differently so show me the file.” you demanded, making him gulp.

“Right, well, um, follow me.” he said, as you’s walked into the station.

“Agent Wayne.” the Sherriff said, getting up with a file in his hand.

“Sherriff.” you said, as he handed you the case file.

“Can I talk to you, about the case, alone.” the Sherriff said, as you nodded your head, following him towards his office.

Making his deputy glare at you.

“What about it?” you asked, as he closed the door.

“The last cop that took this on, disappeared, no word from him.” He stated.

“So?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at him, as you sat down on a chair.

“This case it’s just, it’s only been only a week since it’s been open and already four of my cops have died or have gone missing.” He spoke.

“With all due respect Sherriff, I’m a federal agent, I’ve dealt with way worse things than whatever this case holds.” you said, holding the case closer to you.

“Right, well just be careful agent Wayne, wouldn’t want to lose an agent.” Sherriff sighed.

“Careful is my middle name.” you joked, making the Sherriff smile.

“I should let you go, read the file, take a look around.” Sherriff said.

“Um, before I leave, I just wanted to say thank you for putting me on this case.” you said.

“And thank you for showing up, now go.” Sherriff said, smiling as you walked out of his office.

⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓

Deputy Tucker walked into the apartment, walking into the bathroom.

He turned on the water, washing his blood stained.

“You didn’t do what you promised me.” Castiel seethed, throwing Deputy Tucker on the ground.

“How could I, Sherriff wants this case closed.” Deputy Tucker grumbled.

“Does it look like I care what your Sherriff wants.” Castiel sneered

“I can make her go insane, she not far from it.” Deputy Tucker said smugly, as he got up.

“Or you could just lure her to abandoned house and I’ll take care of her.” Castiel said.

“No, she’s an agent, she will figure it out.” Deputy Tucker said.

“And you’re a demon, don’t mess this up or I’ll kill you.” Castiel grunted, as he disappeared.

⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓

Your breathing quickened, your face sweating, your fingers trembled against the table. The sheet of papers that were scattered across the round table.

You seemed to be having a lot of nightmares lately, most of them involved Clark.

“Clark.” you whimpered, as you shot up, a piece of paper stuck to your cheek.

The buzzing of your phone made you groan, as you lazily moved papers to find it.

“Hello.” you answered, holding it to your ear.

“(y/n), I’ve been calling you all night.” Bruce said, worriedly, his voice making you groan.

“Not so loud.” you whined.

“Are you hungover?” Bruce asked, making you yawn.

“No, I just woke up.” you yawned.

“(y/n), I really don’t think you should do this case. Just come home.” Bruce said, making you sigh.

“You can’t protect me forever Bruce, I’ll come back home after I finish this case.” You sighed.

“But what if you don’t, what if you die? I can’t lose you.” Bruce yelled.

“I won’t die, Bruce, listen I have to go.” you mumbled.

“Don’t you dare hung up on me (Y/N).” Bruce yelled, as you hanged up on him.

You let out a sigh, as you ran your finger through your hair, walking towards the bathroom.

⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓

“Thanks.” you said, as the barista handed you your coffee.

“Have a nice day.” she said, as you smiled at her.

You weren’t really watching where you were going, to hooked into your phone.

Which is why you bumped into someone, making them grunt.

“Sorry.” you apologized, as spilled coffee all over the stranger’s clothes.

“Castiel?” you asked, as he smirked at you.

“Never thought I’d see you, how are you? I haven’t seen you since, uh, that day.” you awkwardly said.

“The day you decided to leave me for some other guy, how’s that going?” he asked, glaring at you.

“Well, I didn’t really leave you for another guy it was work."You spoke.

"But you did cheat on me with him.” Castiel growled.

“You like to wreck things don’t you, that’s just who you are.” Castiel yelled. Making you gulp.

“I have to go, see you soon, maybe, send me the bill for your dry cleaning.” you said, walking away from him.

“Sooner than you think.” Castiel said, little did you know it wasn’t Castiel.

⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓

“This doesn’t make sense.” you groaned, as closed the file.

“Psst.” you heard a male voice face, making you look up.

“There’s something I want to show you, follow me.” Deputy Tucker said.

You gave him a weary look, which made him come into the room.

“No offensive, Deputy Tucker, but I find it hard to trust you, in fact, this case is just too sketchy.” you said, still sitting down.

“I get that, but there’s something they aren’t telling you.” Deputy Tucker said.

“Fine.” you grumbled, getting out of your seat and following him.

~~~~

“Why are we at a run downed house?” you asked, as you’s walked into the house, raising your gun in front of you.

“For me to do this.” He growled, his eyes going black.

“Demon.” you mumbled, pulling out your gun, as you shot a bullet into him.

He let an agonizing scream, his hand going to his stomach.

“Has a bit of iron in it.” you growled, aiming the gun at his head.

“Bitch.” he yelled.

“The feelings mutual asshole.” you shouted.

“Now, now, don't fight.” Castiel smirked, as he plunged a blade into Deputy Tucker.

“Never liked him.” Castiel said, turning towards you.

As you pointed the gun at him.

“Oh, sweetheart put that gun down.” Castiel said, flicking his hand to the side, sending your gun out of your grip and onto the floor.

“Look at you, weakless.” Castiel said, standing face to face with you, grabbing onto your shoulders and pushing you against the ground.

“You know I don’t know what Castiel saw in you.” he said, making you give him a confused look, as you crawled backward, until you hit the first step.

You quickly kneed him in the balls getting up quickly and running up the stairs.

“Not very smart for an agent, running up the stairs.” he said, chuckling as you tripped on a loose floor board.

“What did you do with Castiel?” you asked, walking backwards.

“That’s none of your business sweetheart.” Castiel yelled, walking closer to you.

“Go to hell.” you spat out, as your back pressed against the dusty glass window.

“Been there done that.” Castiel laughed, as the floorboard creaked.

“Then go again.” you grunted, as he walked closer towards you.

Castiel smiled as he picked you up by your neck, pressing your back hard against the window until it gave way.

You let out a whimper as he held you, dangling you from the side.

“Why don’t you.” he growled, letting go of you, making you scream.

You closed your eyes as you hit something hard, you opened your eyes to see superman’s arms around you.

“Clark.” you whispered, as he looked at you.

Landing on top of a building, you let out a whimper as your feet touched the ground.

“Are you hurt?” Clark asked, his hands cupping your face.

“You’re here, you saved me.” you said, in a daze, making him smile.

Clark kept one hand on your cheek as the other one rested on your neck as he leaned his head down, his lips connecting with yours giving you a passionate kiss…

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