#and only yesterday i was like oh let me see my folder oh and boom ohh? no mak gotta fix that

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STRAY KIDS REACTION….

… to boyfriend!reader being angry and they find it hot (nsfw warning) (hyung line!)

ᡴꪫ CHAN… was extremely similar to you. you’re a lay-backed person, sure sometimes you have episodes where you’re not exactly in the mood to socialize but still, you’re charismatic and let things slide more than he does. you always say it’s because you don’t have energy to entertain that stuff.

yet, seeing you angry — TRULY angry, was something he’d never think he’d get to see. so color him surprised when he hears you shout and pace. the furrow of your brows, your darkened eyes. you looked… good. that tone, he’d never heard it and… it stirred something in the pit of his stomach.

“something wrong?” he asks after a while of eye fucking you.

“company said i need to go on a damn hiatus because some shitheads are spreading a rumor. i could care less, why do they have to make it seem like i’m anxious or whatever?”

chan blinks. “rumor?”

“yeah, super stupid. all i did was call them to say i wasn’t happy with how our last show ended. dude, they literally couldn’t get my headset to work, i had to wing the timing and stuff. their lack of work effort pisses me off.” you groan.

“i know but…” chan pauses when you glare at him. he swallows, “hey, i mean a hiatus is good. you get to rest.”

“i don’t want to rest-“

“i get to have you all to myself without worrying about you missing out on your schedule.”

“if you’re bored, play with me. if you’re angry, take it out on me. you’ll have all the time to do so.” he grins.

you blink, “i- what?” and you can’t even be angry anymore… just frustrated. but chan will also take that.

ᡴꪫ MINHO… had the habit of annoying you and frustrating you sometimes, but never actually making you angry. as idol’s there is a lot of things that can drive you mad. minho for example hates wardrobe malfunctions. fans went crazy over some clips of him angry and upset over a few outfits and so have you.

you never really cared for much, at the end of the day you get a nice paycheck and you’re good to go. still, that doesn’t mean you don’t care about your job. so when he sees that your mic isn’t working and you’re more than upset at the lack of resolve from the sound techs…. he simply cannot look away.

even when you get off the stage, you’re glaring and absolutely not in the mood. everything you do is with anger— ripping off your headset, wiping off your sweat, loosening your outfit. goodness, you look delectable.

“you mad?” he asks teasingly, of course he has to tease.

“i’m not in the mood minho.”

oh! that anger had a pretty tone. “fuck,” he breathes out, pressing himself closer to you, “you gonna take it out on me?” and your eyes bored into him.

he definitely didn’t regret it later.

ᡴꪫ CHANGBIN…. didn’t know you could get angry. he’s only seen you be all soft and gushy. he’s seen you be defensive and stern but never angry. he’s literally making his way to the studio when he hears your voice boom outside the door. worried, he walks in and sees how your standing and yelling at the other producer.

“what’s-?”

“-how long it’s taken us to keep these files and you forget to save them?!”

the producer fidgets, “doesn’t change have a copy? he always has a copy-“

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THE COPY IS THE SAME AS WHAT WE WERE ADDING TO IT YESTERDAY! you can’t recreate something that was authentic!” you pace, pulling at your hair, “shit man, i worked so hard on that!”

“y/n calm down,” he tries, “what file is it-?”

“changbin, i literally cannot right now.” and you leave.

in the end the file wasn’t deleted, just misplaced in the wrong folder to which it was saved. still, the lack of clarity pissed you off. you didn’t want to work that day and changbin was trying so hard to coax you. yet, seeing you mad was so good for some reason. changbin knew he could make you feel better (totally not feeling you with his hands? and you being angry was making things fun.

ᡴꪫ HYUNJIN…. doesn’t remember a time where you’ve been angry. he’s also never even wanted to. he doesn’t like noise and he remembers how you always say you blow up when angry. hence, when he hears you slam your fist on the desk, he jumps. you’re dramatic like him, so he tried not to think much of it except…

“are you kidding me?” he hear you say with an ominous tone. low and sultry, makes him pause. “so you’re saying that you’re wasting my damn time.”

he peeks over at, seeing you frown and glare at the wall while on the phone. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen that look on you… his mind starts to wander…. would that expression look at him? you’re talking, angry, clearly. and it’s so…

“why are you angry?” he asks when you hang up with an insult and throw your phone of the desk.

“cus apparently i have to do everything myself. why the hell would you-“ and he zones out, watching your angrily rant.

you plop down on the chair, angry. he stands and walks over to you, desire in his gut. “baby don’t be mad…” “well i wouldn’t if they did what i was paying them to do.” “-let’s get your mind off that, yeah?”

and boy did he.

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[westwingwolf]

Title: Single Line Chapter 2

Archive: AO3

Summary: Will Sergeant Grey's prepared relationship paperwork for Tim & Lucy finally prove necessary?

Notes: Y'all asked for a sequel; and not long after posting the first part, I did happen to have an idea for a continuation.

"Chen!"

Lucy and Jackson looked up from where they were chatting about their latest arrest to see Tim coming toward them with a scowl on his face.

It had been a few months since Lucy and Tim had had their last shift together. From that time, they had transitioned into more an equal status as coworkers and become even better friends. Hanging out more off duty than they had while she was his rookie. Jackson had even recently pointed out that Lucy spent more off duty time with Tim than she did with Jackson, and they were the ones who lived together. She reminded him that since Jackson and her were now partners, they needed more off duty hours apart or risk ruining their friendship. He had asked her if she felt that way when she was riding with Tim, and she had chosen not to respond. But she definitely thought about it on her own; and realized that if given the choice, she would have spent as many hours with Tim as possible. Though she still refused to think too much about what that really meant.

All the same, she thought Tim had enjoyed the change in their friendship as well. He hadn't called her Chen in months. Not unless he was addressing her professionally with other officers around. And he certainly wouldn't have yelled at her in the middle of the precinct.

When Tim finally reached her and Jackson, he lowered his voice but the rigidness still remained. "You told my rookie we're married?"

"What?" That was not what she was expecting.

"WHAT?!" Beside her Jackson exclaimed more loudly.

Tim was temporarily distracted by Jackson's outburst which gave Lucy more time to think and realize what had happened. "Okay, this is all an honest misunderstanding. Yesterday, when you took that call for the bar fight, got slammed into a wall, and had to go to the hospital for a possible concussion; I heard about it and wanted to know what happened. But Jackson and I were guarding evidence so I couldn't leave the scene. So I radioed your rookie for an update. But your new rookie follows the rules more than you do. He is even more anal about the rules than Jackson was when we first started as rookies."

"Hey!" Tim and Lucy both turned to look at Jackson. Tim was clearly annoyed by his presence while Lucy silently pleaded with him to not make this worse. As much as Jackson wanted to watch this play out, preferably with some popcorn, he decided now was probably a good time to bail. He'd get the rest of the story from Lucy later. "I think I just heard Smitty call for me. So I'm gonna go be anywhere but here."

After Jackson quickly left, Tim turned his attention back to Lucy. "How does my rookie following the rules lead to us being married?"

"He wouldn't give me an update on your condition even after I told him I was your former rookie, and I'm your friend." She looked down as she quietly stated the rest. "So I might have insinuated that we were more than that."

When Tim hadn't said anything yet, Lucy looked back into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I was worried, and I didn't think about the repercussions. But it's going to be fine. He's not going to tell anyone else."

As if right on cue by fate, Tim and Lucy heard the booming voice of Sergeant Grey. "Bradford! Chen! My office! Now!"

Making haste, the pair filed into Grey's office. Both fearful of what he might say, but not wanting to give anything away in case they were wrong.

In almost stark contrast to his demeanor only seconds ago, Grey sat calmly at his desk while Tim and Lucy stood before him. "Officer Chen. Officer Bradford. Or should I say Officers Bradford, is there anything you wish to inform me about?"

Tim remained silent, and Lucy couldn't blame him. This was her fault entirely. "Sir, I'm to blame. Tim..." Tim shot her a quick look as if to say now was not the time to be informal. "Officer Bradford had no knowledge of my conversation with Officer Coleman, and I did not mean for that miscommunication to go as far as it did. I will, of course, inform Officer Coleman of the truth immediately."

To Lucy it felt like forever as Grey studied both her and Tim for some answer he seemed to be looking for in their body language. Finally, he spoke, "So I won't be needing this paperwork." He pointed to a folder sitting squarely in the middle of his desk.

"Paperwork?" She asked. Oh God, had he planned to write up an official reprimand over this? Was she still in trouble? She looked over at Tim who briefly met her eyes. He appeared worried for her as well.

"Paperwork informing the higher ups that two of my officers are in a romantic relationship and requesting that they remain in the same department provided they are capable of maintaining professionalism." Grey informed them with that classic lilt of his voice and a hint of a smile implying that he knew something they didn't.

"That's possible?" Lucy couldn't hide her surprise. She looked at Tim. "Did you know that was possible?"

He only looked at her briefly to shake his head before returning his gaze back to Grey. His stoic manner once again in place, but for a moment she thought she saw something in his eyes. A brief mixture of both hope and regret.

She turned back to Grey who began speaking as if he was waiting calmly for their attention. Not something he would do often. "It's rare, but it is allowed in special circumstances. However, since I won't be needing to file the paperwork today, I'll just put it back in my desk for later." He returned the folder to his bottom desk drawer. Taking notice that both Tim's and Lucy's eyes stayed on that very drawer until they snapped forward upon his sharp "You're both dismissed."

Just as they reached the door, he called back to them. "Tim. Lucy." They both turned to look at him. "The next time I'm informed of your marriage it better be because I was invited to your wedding." He smiled briefly before turning back toward his regular paperwork. Having silently dismissed them again.

Neither sure how to respond to that, they both quickly left his office. They could barely look each other in the eye before silently choosing not address the situation any further. Instead they both returned to their duties to finish out their shift.

By the time shift was over, the awkwardness still remained but walking to their cars together had become an end of shift ritual. Neither was eager to forego it so they walked in silence before reaching Tim's truck. Lucy managed an awkward goodbye and got only a few feet before she turned back around. They had never ended a shift without talking through their problems. Not since those early days. She couldn't leave it this way.

"I'm sorry," Lucy said before she could change her mind.

Tim looked back at her. "You already apologized. I'm not mad. There's nothing for you to worry about."

Lucy moved closer to him. "But there is. I didn't think it through when I let Coleman think we were married. I mean, I knew what I was saying. I knew what I wanted him to think. Because I wanted to know you were okay. But I didn't think about how you would react when he told you. And I realized later that when he spoke about your wife, you must have thought about Isabel. And I'm sorry for any pain that must have caused."

"I didn't," Tim stated. When Lucy looked at him curiously, he continued. "I didn't think about Isabel. In fact, Coleman's exact words to me when he first got in the shop today were 'I'm sorry I didn't tell Officer Chen about your condition immediately when she asked. I didn't know that she's your wife.' So after the initial shock, my only thought was 'I wish she was."

Lucy stood stunned. She watched Tim carefully for any signs that he was teasing her. That this was a trick. Like the one she played on him on their last shift. She regretted her false confession almost immediately. And for months now she had played back those words to him over and over in her head. Wondering just how false any of it really was. But in Tim's eyes she saw absolute sincerity. He meant it completely.

And suddenly that magnetic pull that had always been between them hit them with a full force. Moving toward each other quickly, they met with eager kissing. Lucy wasn't sure how, but at some point Tim had turned them around so her back was pressed against his truck. Only after they broke apart for air did it register to her that they had been standing in the parking garage kissing like they didn't care who might walk by at any moment. And it in truth, it didn't matter. Because Tim was leaning over her with his forehead resting against hers, as if he didn't want any space between them. Neither did she. Not when he was looking at her with so much love in his eyes.

When she finally caught her breath she asked, "Do you think Sergeant Grey will be annoyed with us if we tell him we need the relationship paperwork already?"

She was rewarded with a rare Tim Bradford smile and more kissing.

[lady-literature]

Ease My Pain and Soothe My Worries

Made for the Sanders Sides Big Bang, @ts-storytime

Summary: Virgil is anxious, surprise surprise. Logan helps.

Pairings: Logan/Virgil

Warnings: panic attack, self doubt, swearing

Apart of the same series: In the Sky We Fall | All Hail the Consort of Darkness | Roman’s Daughters | The Gods are Dead

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Virgil didn’t know why he was even worrying so much. It had been centuries since they’ve settled. Since Virgil had shared his human name with the other seasons, since they shared theirs with him.

Since they’ve been happy.

And as Patton reminded him near every day, they all loved him.

So why he was making a big deal out of nothing is beyond him. He always seems to get caught up in his own head. Lost in the mess of swirling ‘what ifs’ and jumbled ‘maybes.’

It’s frustrating that he can’t just let himself be happy. Can’t let himself have this . Because it’s too good. Everything is too amazing and wonderful and bright that it has to be fake, right?

When Logan finally arrives at the Hall, Virgil has taken to pacing and muttering under his breath. He feels twitchy and like there’s too much energy stored in him, like he needs to keep moving and hold himself still at the same time and it’s driving him nuts.

Logan moves to place his folders of paper on the desk that hadn’t been there before he got here. He looks worried and for a moment Virgil wonders why before he realizes oh, it’s me.

“Virgil?”

He still hasn’t stopped pacing and he probably looks guilty as fuck or like he’s about to have panic attack or something else equally embarrassing. He forces himself to stop moving. Of course that means he’s stopped himself a good couple feet from Logan which is awkward and strange.

Logan looks even more concerned now. Good job, Virgil.

“Is something wrong? Has something happened during autumn? Are you alright?” He approaches slowly, giving Virgil time to back away and he damn near melts at his thoughtfulness. Logan had always understood his needs even when he himself hadn’t. He knew that sometimes it's best if Virgil wasn’t touched or that he needed hard facts over heartfelt reassurances.

It was why he loved him so dearly.

Virgil opened his mouth to say he was fine. To smile and laugh his strange behaviour away. To greet Logan and shift his attention elsewhere so he wouldn’t ask again.

Instead, his voice began to rise in his throat like shadows and thunderstorms. Building on the tip of his tongue like a wave and Virgil knew instinctively that if he let it crest something bad would happen. He slammed his mouth shut so fast he skimmed his tongue with his pointed teeth, the taste of copper and gold flooding his mouth.

Suddenly Logan was in front of him, hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eye. “Virgil? Please answer me?”

“I’m fine.” Virgil’s voice is layered over itself in a way it hasn’t been in centuries. His booming voice echoes inside his head rather than the walls around him and Virgil instantly feels bad when he sees Logan’s pointed ears flatten as if to block out the noise.

Virgil snaps his mouth shut and curls into himself more, pulling his shoulders up to his ears and wrapping his arms around himself as if to keep all the bad things beneath his skin. He chokes back the words that threaten to rise up and buries them deep in his chest.

“You are most definitely not fine,” Logan says calmly, his voice steady and smooth. His eyes are more alarmed. “Come sit down.”

Logan ushers Virgil onto a loveseat covered in pillows that wasn’t there a moment ago. Immediately, Virgil grabs one of the fluffiest pillows and hugs it to his chest, burying his mouth in the soft fabric.

“Hey,” Logan lightly brushes his hand to get his attention. “Look at me okay? I’m here, feel the pillow.” Logan brushes him hand along the fabric, urging Virgil to do the same. “It’s soft, yeah? Or my hand. I’m solid. You can feel me. I’m here. I’m right here.

“You need to breathe, alright? Follow my lead yes? In, two, three, four, five. Hold, two, three. Out, two, three, four, five, six. Again. Come on.”

In, out. In, and out. In, and out.

Slowly. Slowly, Virgil began to calm. His hands continuously running over the pillow, back and forth, back and forth.

Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes. One, two, three more breaths and he opened them again to find Logan staring back at him. Patience and concern etched into every line of his body.

“I’m-” Virgil croaked, his throat closed off and hoarse. Better than the layered, darkness forever, voice from hell he supposed. He cleared his throat to try again, “I’m good. I’m good now.” Logan gave him one of his patented looks, ‘bitch face #3’. Reserved for Virgil and his bullshit. “Promise.”

Logan merely hummed in response, gathering him up in his arms. The pair sat there for what seemed like hours, Virgil curled up to Logan’s side, listening to him talk about everything and nothing. White noise words that meant little but did the job they were meant to. Eventually, the knot in his stomach loosened and the tension bled from his shoulders.

“The boy at the head of the warfront--you know, the one that’s blessed--his lover was killed in battle a few days ago you know. The carnage he’s wrecking on the opposing army in his grief is massive. I believe just yesterday he fought a river because the sprite looked at him wrong. The other gods are getting a bit worried about him.” Logan hesitated. “A bit like how I’m worried about you right now.”

Virgil looked up at him, apologetic.

“What happened, love? What made you so upset?”

“It…” Virgil looked away, “It was stupid. Nothing important.”

“Anything that matters to you is important.”

Virgil shrugs.

“Virgil, please.”

“I just- I got caught up in my own head again. I know it’s stupid but-” Logan pinches his arm. “Ow!” Virgil glares at him but corrects himself anyway. “I know it is irrational, but sometimes it’s hard to believe. All of this,” he waves a hand around him vaguely, trying to encompass too many things with a too little gesture, “just seems unreal sometimes. Like I made it up and soon everything will go back.”

Virgil turns his gaze to the far wall, as if seeing something that isn’t there. “I think I’m going to lose you,” he says it so quietly that if Logan were anyone else, he would have missed it.

But he isn’t everyone else, and instead his entire being softens in a way it only does with his fellow manifestations. “Oh, Virgil. I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck with us for a very long time.”

Virgil huffs a sound that might’ve been a laugh, were it not so weak and filled with sorrow.

“Is there… something else?”

“No! No, it’s just,” Virgil sigh in frustration, pushing away from Logan so he can stand. “I was talking to Patton. And- And he didn’t mean anything by it, because of course he didn’t--it’s Patton. But I just- He said that you do, things with him that you don’t with me. And it’s not- I shouldn’t be jealous or- or angry because those are useless, negative emotions. And it’s not like- You just- You treat him differently. Than you do me, that is.”

Logan looks at him for a few heartbreaking moments before slowly rising from the couch but he doesn’t move closer to Virgil. Not yet.

He speaks slowly, choosing his words with care. “Well… Patton is different than you. He thrives on emotions and action based displays. While you,” Logan raises a hand for Virgil to take and after a moment he does. He raises the appendage to his lips, lightly pressing a kiss to the inner wrist. “My Moon and Stars, are more inclined to words and assurances. Never mind that physical affection other than touches or chaste kisses have never really been apart of our dynamic. I’m aware you and Roman engage every so often, but I have little interest in it. I do it to make the others happy, and you had never seemed to need the extra mile.”

“You don’t need to do something you don’t want to for us, Logan.” Virgil states. Because Logan needs to know this. Needs to know that he shouldn’t and doesn’t have to do anything he’s not comfortable with.

To Virgil’s surprise, he huffs a laugh. “Of course not. It’s not like that. Physical relations are fine, but it’s an activity than can be replaced with something else, like reading, or puzzles. I don’t dislike it, but it’s not my favorite pass time either.”

“Oh… well. Thank you.”

“Of course.” After a moment of silence Logan continues, Virgil's hands still cradled in his. Logan sweeping his thumb across Virgil's knuckles. “Do you wish to bring our relationship to a more physical level?”

“Not really. I like hugs though.”

Logan nods as if expecting the declaration, and opens his arms. They stand in each other’s embrace for a long while, just breathing each other in. Taking what little reprieve they have before winter sets in and Virgil has to wait another year to see him again.

But he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he knows more now. He’s known that they love him for years, but now he thinks he might be a little closer to believing it.

Sure they’ll be time where he worries and second guesses, but when doesn’t he?

He can let himself have this. This wonderful happiness because maybe he deserves it, maybe he doesn’t. But they chose him. And he’ll be damned if he wouldn’t give them Chaos herself if they asked for her.

He could never deny them anything.

[fictivewriters]

N e r v e

→ pairing: Jungkook x FemReader 

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ au: JungkookCEO!

→ word count: +3.7k

→ request: ❝ hey may I request a ceo!jungkook x fem!reader semi-fluff where the reader is his new secretary and he acts nervous and shy around her, and it leads to eventual smut? thank you! :) ❞

→ summary: Jeon Jungkook was good at bussiness, but not with women. His best friend knew that and decided to give him a hand - hiring you as his new secretary. 

“Excuse me, who are you?” “I’m Y/N. Your new secretary, Sir.” He examined you from head to toe and gulped. Was this some kind of joke? After the old Mrs. Choi (who made an excellent job despite her age) retired, he asked for a new secretary to the Human Resources Department from the company. He expected a younger woman, but not that younger and certainly not that pretty. You were sitting on your new desk, in front of his office door. A forced smile was carved on your lips, desperately waiting for his approval. His eyes travelled from yours, to the curve of your lips, to your neatly tied hair, your collar bones under your white blouse and... Embarrassed, he muttered a “This can’t be,” to himself and entered his office before slamming the door shut. His feet rushed towards his desk, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pressed the numbers on the phone. “Humaan Resouurceees?” a voice sang from the other end of the line. “Park Jimin, who is Y/N?” Jimin’s laughter sounded like music, and after all those years as best friends, Jungkook could imagine him two floors below him: the blonde man pressing his back against his seat and a mischievous smirk decorating his features. “Your new secretary, Boss.”

“I can’t work with her, you know that. I thought you said you would call a woman from-”

“Just because you don’t speak to pretty women, does not mean you can’t. I’m giving you a helping hand as my boss and friend. She’s amazing! She worked for another company before, with very good references I shall say, and she’s a business student.”  He didn’t doubt your skills, he doubted his own. As Jimin knew, he could not talk to a woman properly, not even when he was the company’s CEO and you were just an employee. “This is not a game Jimin, it’s the job!” “I did my job, I interviewed her and she passed. Then let her do her job, give her a chance.”

He could not fire you just because you made him nervous, right? He kept that in mind every time he saw you at your desk, talking on the phone - or every time you knocked at his door and entered the office carrying folders, the agenda or just a cup of coffee. Weeks passed and it was getting worse. Could you not notice how he played with his fingers each time you were around? How he only gave you short answers? Or you did notice but you kept doing things on purpose? Things like that time, when some pages fell from your folder and the both of you squatted and tried to pick up all of them - your hand brushed his for a moment. Your skin was so soft and warm that it took a while for him to pull away his hand from yours and stand up straight.   

He turned around, hiding his blushed cheeks in embarrassment. Everytime the clock marked 8 PM a sigh of relief escaped from his mouth: it signaled the end of the day, therefore the end of the torture called Y/N. “Hey Boss, you looked troubled.” Jimin mocked him, leaning against his office’s door. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing his briefcase after loosening his tie, “It’s all your fault. I should fire you instead of her.”

“You wouldn’t fire your best friend,” the blonde pouted. The two men wearing suits walked side by side towards the elevator, “and she’s making a good job despite your little problem.” The brown haired pressed a button on the wall and the elevator’s doors opened, revealing that it was completely empty. “She’s good,” he agreed. As always, Jimin and him were the last ones in the building and he glanced quickly at the empty department full of desks before the doors closed and they went down. “If she wasn’t good I would have a reason to fire her, but I don’t.” They were discussing some points for the meeting they had next week with KimCorp, when they exited the building through the glass door and met the cold air of the night. As always, Jungkook intended to give Jimin a lift to his house, but the short man shushed him and pointed his finger at something standing on the sidewalk.

Someone. You. You were rubbing your hands against your eyes, your usually perfect ponytail was messy and they could see your bare legs shivering because of the cold.

You didn’t see them when Jimin squeezed his boss’ arm and said, “You better go and offer her your help.” “What!? You go!” Jungkook snapped, turning his back on you and taking quick steps towards his car, where his driver was waiting for them. 

“Hey, no! Wait.” Jimin grabbed him by the shoulders and stared right into his eyes, “Remember that time in high school? When you wanted to talk to this chick, standing alone at prom night?”

“Are you seriously comparing this-”

“I am. I convinced you to talk to her and boom - you had your first kiss. Back then you were the cute son of an important CEO. Now you are a handsome man who IS the CEO. And that, my friend” he glanced at you, “is a girl freezing to death, probably crying and who happens to be your pretty hot secretary. Thanks to me by the way.” Jungkook turned to your direction, the words of his best friend echoing in his head. He licked his lips and nervously ran a hand through his brown hair, giving Jimin a final determined look before walking towards you. Each step he took, he wanted to turn around and run to the car. But at the same time, when your face turned and you finally noticed him, he knew there was no turning back. Your eyes were watery and your lips were puffy as they parted when he finally reached you: “Sir?” “Are you ok, Y/N?”

He congratulated himself for being so smart, of course things were not okay. He tapped his feet on the ground, trying to shake the nervousness out from his body and added, “Can I help you?” “Oh no Sir, I’ll just go home now - I should take a cab.” You swiped the tears from your face with the back of your hand and offered him a fake smile. Jungkook looked for Jimin behind him, but he was not there anymore. His eyes scanned the empty street and the (his) building reflecting the moonlight on its glass windows. “It’s late.” he said, “And you’re cold. Let me take you home.”

You shook your head and took a step away from him, “I can make it home by myself.” “I insist, Y/N.” You examined his face under the poor light for a moment before glueing your gaze to your black shoes, “Please don’t.” you murmured, quickly adding a ‘Sir’ to the phrase. “But thank you for the offer.”

“If this is because I’m your bo-” “My boyfriend and I just broke up, and I just need a moment alone.” You had a boyfriend? Of course you had. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he lied. “It’s ok.” “Let me just take you home so I can be sure that you’re safe.” When you looked up at him again, he was waiting for your response with his lips pressed into a thin line. His big dark eyes had a silent plea written on them, and you knew you had no other choice but to accept his help.

As the two of you sit on the back of the expensive car, you both took the same decision: sitting as far from the other as possible. Even though you were far from him, he could still smell your perfume as it spread inside his car, and he subconsciously wished it stayed forever. The city lights reflected different colours on your side profile, as his driver followed the gps instructions, being its voice the only sound filling the small space. Jungkook kept his sight fixed on his hands, sweating on his thighs. How can a situation turn out so awkward? Awkward situations were in fact, Jungkook’s specialty since he was a kid and that did not change in his adult life.   So when you got out of the car once it stopped in front of your house, he was not surprised when you muttered a quick “Thank you, Sir.” and rushed inside the building.

He could not help but notice, the next day, the way you sleepily entered his office. Your clothes and hair were as neat and clean as always, but your tired eyes gave you away. 

“KimCorp’s vice president called Sir.” you announced, placing a portfolio on his desk. “He wanted to make sure this was in your hands before the meeting next week.” Oh yes, the meeting. He glanced at the file and then at you again, as you continued counting the dates on his schedule. “A state worker is coming tomorrow and Mr. Park is working on the monthly balance and taxes. He wanted you to have this too.”  You handed him a tiny folded paper, that looked like a green post-it. Jungkook took it, and rolled his eyes when he read the message in Jimin’s handwriting: “Tell me that you kissed her at least. ^.^” He turned the paper into a ball and tossed it inside the trash can. “Is there something else?” “No, Sir.” “You can leave then. And please, I don’t want to take any calls.”  Your back was facing him while you walked to the door again, but suddenly you stopped. “Sir, I haven’t thank you properly for yesterday. I’m…” He watched you turn around slowly, fixing your pencil skirt with your hands and hesitantly taking a few steps towards his desk. “I’m really thankful for this opportunity, this is a very important company - and honestly after my interview with Mr. Park I never thought I could work here, but here I am.” Your eyes met the floor again as you continued, “And yesterday you were very kind to me, and helped me even when you didn’t have to, so thank you, Sir.” You blushed. Wait. You blushed?

Jungkook squinted his eyes and tried to examine your face better. You did blush, even though you tried to hide it by looking down. “What kind of man would I be if I let a girl like you alone when it’s dark and cold?”   Your face slowly raised with a confused expression plastered on your features, “A girl like me, Sir?” Now he was embarrassed. Was he your boss or was he a high school boy with a crush on you? He could not tell the difference anymore. Licking his lips, he nervously fixed the front of his suit as he adjusted himself on his seat, “I mean… you know.”

You frowned, encouraged enough to get closer to him. “I know?” He wanted to be swallowed by his chair, his eyes opened widely as he tried to explain himself, “A young woman.” “Oh.” You sighed in some sort of relief. “Yes.” He gulped, as you silently made your way out of his office and left him alone. After calming himself down, he shook his head and opened the portfolio resting on his desk in an attempt to distract his attention from you - scanning quickly the list of names, numbers and percentages KimCorp had listed for him.

That same list was being read by Kim Namjoon a week later, inside the meeting room in front of an audience of men dressed in suits and sitting around a big rectangular table. Jimin as Chief Human Resources Officer, was sitting on his right - nodding his head from time to time and taking some notes on his laptop. By his other side on the left, Kim Seokjin held the same portfolio Jungkook had, since he was KimCorp’s CEO and fellow associate. You entered the room right then, carrying a plate with cups full of coffee on it. As you placed a cup on the table in front of each member of the meeting, Jungkook's eyes travelled from Namjoon to you while you took tiny steps towards the end of the table where he was sitting.

He held his breath while you slightly leaned your torso over the table and carefully placed a cup in front of Seokjin.

Finally, it was his turn and he watched you held the last cup from the plate and place it in front of him.

Well, tried.

Your grip on the cup failed and as it fell - coffee splashed on Jungkook’s suit and shirt making him jump from his seat at the feeling of the hot liquid against his skin. He heard your apologies but did not say a thing while he was rushing outside the room, looking for the nearest bathroom. You followed him, a tragic expression plastered on your face as he took off the jacket of his suit and closed the bathroom door. “Let me help you Sir, I’m so sorry.” Still, no word left his mouth and he only watched you take a towel and dip it in cold water. “Does it burn? I’m so so so sorry.” you repeated.

You pressed the cold towel against the fabric of his shirt, right on his stomach. The coldness felt like paradise against his skin and he sighed - it felt so good he almost forgot he was in the bathroom, with his secretary, and that you were pressing a wet towel on his abs. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath before grabbing the towel from your hands and doing the work himself. He awkwardly stuttered when he tried to speak again, “I-I-I- I’ll handle this.” “Let me do it, It’s my fault. It will make you feel better.”

“Woman can't you stop?!” He snapped, “I can't even think when you're around, I’ll do it!”

Your lips parted and your eyes avoided his, trying to choose the right words to say. “I didn't know I was making you uncomfortable Sir, I should leave-”

He should not have said that, you were now walking backwards towards the door. The towel fell to the floor when Jeon Jungkook gathered the courage to take a step forward and press his lips to yours, preventing you to leave.

He felt the panic taking over him as he realised you were not responding to the kiss and you were just completely frozen on your spot: your arms falling motionless on your sides and your eyes wide open in surprise.

He pulled away, the color red covered his cheeks and his hand massaged the back of his neck - “I'm sorry I- God.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he lift up the towel from the floor and tossed it in the sink, “Please Y/N, forget-”

Your lips found his this time and he forgot what he was about to say, the pain on his skin, the meeting outside. Your fingers hesitantly touched his cheek, encouraged when he got even closer and erased any distance between you.

He stopped kissing you, giving a quick glance at your face before doing it again in slow and and soft movements. He hummed when your tongue traced a soft line on his lower lip, as you tilted your head to a side and deepened the kiss.

Could something taste sweeter than you? Your lips were something so new and unexpected, moving confidently as if you did not care who he was or where the two of you were.

“Is your burn ok?” you whispered.

He separated his face from yours and his eyes travelled to his stomach, where a big coffee stain ruined the whiteness of his shirt. “Y-yes.”

“Can I see?”

Would he step back now? You did not look as affected as he was, his hands were nervously gripping the edge of the sink now behind him - when he took a long sip of air and nodded, unable to speak.  

Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt and his toned muscles popped from beneath, clearly reddened on the area of his abs where the hot coffee fell.

You followed the lines of his front with one finger, from his collarbones and his chest to the lower half of his body. “I’m really sorry.”

You grabbed the cold towel again, and pressed it on his bare skin. Without the fabric of his shirt in the way, the coldness felt even better than before. You observed how his muscles tensed under it and his lip was caught between his teeth while you moved the towel lower on his stomach, brushing the leather of his belt. His eyes were glued to your face when you added more pressure to the touch and and accidental moan escaped from his mouth, “Oh God, you should s-stop that.” he panted, trying to keep his composure. He swore he saw your gaze get darker as you, (for the first time) ignored his orders and pressed the towel even harder and closer to his crotch, earning another one of his involuntary moans that echoed in the room. Jungkook could not feel the burn caused by the hot coffee anymore. Instead, the burning sensation was on his erection now, throbbing under the clothes. He knew you could notice it too, you were so close to it - so close, you just had to lower your hand a little more. His hips moved forward instinctively just because of the thought of it and even though he felt embarrassed by it - all the blood had left his cheeks and was now focused on the tip of his cock. You looked down at the tent beneath his pants before placing the towel on the counter and say “I can’t heal the burn I caused you but…” your tongue wetted your lips and you hooked your fingers around his belt, “Can I fix that for you, sir?” That was all he wanted you to do that exact moment, inside of that bathroom. He nodded multiple times and you quietly giggled at how desperately cute he looked. Your knees touched the floor as you rubbed your palm against his bulge and your eyes met his while your other hand unbuckled his black belt and unzipped his pants.    When you pulled them and his boxers down at once, his length sprung free. Its tip was almost as red as the burn on his stomach and you teasingly ran your thumb in circles around it - amazed by how his head fell back and he groaned. His hands grasped the edge of the counter behind him and he spread his legs wider enough for you to be comfortable between them. You grabbed the base of his cock and gave it quick squeeze, testing how hard it was before stroking him slowly. As your hand moved up and down building a steady pace, Jungkook’s lips parted - muttering something to himself in between low moans. You took that as an incentive to finally let your tongue swirl around him before running your lips all along its side and wrapping them around the tip. His breath hitched and his hips pushed him deeper in your mouth, taking him as far as you could without choking and massaging with your hand the part that could not fit inside. He watched your head bob up and down and hesitantly moved his hand to your hair, grabbing your ponytail softly. Your free hand squeezed his, motioning him to grip your hair tighter and you moaned around him when he did. “You’re so good, so, so, good” he repeated breathlessly as you sucked hard on his head and looked up at him, taking in the view of your sweaty boss loosening the tie around his neck with two fingers while he guided your pace with the other hand. Jungkook pushed himself a little further, feeling you so tight around him when his tip reached your throat and you choked on him. He pulled out, making sure you were okay before pressing his cock against your lips again and entering your mouth when they parted. In no time he was thrusting into you, so desperate to reach his release that he totally forgot about his shyness right then while he was fuckin’ your mouth. His swallowed hard when he felt that tickle in his stomach - those electricity waves running through his veins as his grip on your hair felt so tight you whined in pain. “I’m going to cum, fuck.” he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut before he actually did, filling you with his warm cum, salty on your tongue. You swallowed as much as you could, wiping your mouth in an attempt to clean yourself once he pulled out and stared at you, fascinated by how you had not wasted one single drop. “Y/N,” he called you, “I want-” “There’s the meeting outside, Sir.” The meeting. His eyes opened in shock, helping you stand up and quickly fixing his clothes (or well, tried to fix his clothes) while he watched you tied your hair into your perfect ponytail again. 

He walked to the door but turned around before opening it, “I...I’ll go out first. You…” he faced you, “Come here.” You obeyed, getting closer enough for him to gently press his lips against yours, “You were amazing.” he whispered.   Once outside, he rushed towards the meeting room - only to find an empty meeting room.

Almost.

Park Jimin was still in his seat, his elbows resting on the table and his gaze focused on his phone. “What happened?” Jungkook examined the room with a frown on his face. The blonde looked up at him and placed his phone down. “Well, the meeting ended.” “Shit.” Jimin smirked, “Don’t worry, I handled it just fine with Seokjin’s help.” He stood and made his way to his boss, enjoying himself as he spoke again, “Now I want all the details, the dirty ones.” 

The brown haired laughed, relaxing his muscles as his friend tapped his hand on his shoulders and wiggled his brows. “I won’t tell you anything, it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh c’mon! You took ages inside that bathroom! You owe me, a lot.” Jungkook blushed, remembering what had just happened and fighting the silly smile carving on his lips. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

A/N: My first post here on FW, HELLO THERE. Hope you liked it ♥

✨Admin Galaxy

[fucking-hell-hargrove]

Should I Stay Or Should I Go 2

A.N. - There is SWEARING throughout. UNDERAGE DRINKING and SEX later in the chapter

Hawkins, Indiana - January 3rd & 4th 1985

Song = Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf

Billy Hargrove

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I couldn’t believe miss Evans, the bitch of a maths teacher had the balls to make someone my tutor let alone the new girl. Roz was hot, she was average height but had the curves of a woman, not a teenage girl. Her curly, dark red hair hung down almost to her waist, she had breathtaking forest green eyes that seemed to burn through my bravado. She was covered in freckles much like Tommy H, on him they were weird but somehow she pulled it off

Roz didn’t dress like the other girls at all. Black denim, leather jacket, band tees and plaid were her staple look. Accompanied by banged-up dr. martens and a cigarette. She was an enigma wrapped in leather and after what she said to Tina about her moustache, I knew she was a firecracker.

After teasing Roz at her locker I wandered to my car lighting a smoke. Max was already waiting for me with her board. She didn’t say anything as we both climbed into the car.

“Are you going out tonight?” I asked.

I could see her shocked face from the corner of my eye.

“No. I have homework to do tonight.”

I nodded. We spent the rest of the ride in total silence. Dad was home, unfortunately, I packed my homework into a backpack to take to the diner. I tried to sneak out without him seeing me. He did.

“And where do you think you're going?”

“A study session sir.”

He snorted. “Yeah right. Off to fuck another whore?”

I shook my head. “No, sir. I’m meeting a tutor at the diner.”

He paused. “Fine. I want to see the work when you get home.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I escaped out the door into freedom. The drive to the diner wasn’t too bad. Flying through the backstreets with my music booming was exhilarating. Sweet talking Roz would be easy, a bit of flirting and I would be scot-free. I turned into the parking lot and killed the engine. It wasn’t till I stepped out of the car that I saw Harrington stood beside her. Fucking great. I walked up to the duo.

“What are you doing here Harrington?”

Before he could answer Roz spoke.

“He's here for me. It's part of the deal, if you don't want to fail high school then you'll have to suck it up.”

I snorted. “You need him to protect your virtue?”

She wasn’t impressed. She just crushed out her butt and looked at me with a blank face.

“No. Here's here to protect you.”

Without another word, she wandered into the diner. I was left outside with Harrington.

“You two fucking?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes “No. I’m here to make sure she doesn’t kill you. Hopper asked me to keep an eye on her. Just don’t mess with her, god knows what she’s capable of.”

Harrington entered the diner and I followed behind him. He slid into the booth next to her while I sat opposite. She was flicking through my file which I knew wasn’t going to be good at all. Harrington just got on with his work paying no attention to the two of us. I unashamedly flirted with the waitress just to see if I could wind Roz up, it didn’t work. I had to agree to her stupid conditions just for her to help me.

Surprisingly she was a good tutor, she explained things a lot better than miss Evans did. I managed to get all my homework done at record time. At 5:30 we packed up and Roz paid the bill. She caught my sleeve before I could leave.

“Same time and place tomorrow.”

I smirked at her. “Sure thing princess.”

I headed out to my car. I watched both of them get into her car as I left the lot. Halfway down the street, I heard the roar of her mustang over my own car and music. It was just a shame Harrington had got there first as she was a fine piece of ass. It’s not everyday you meet someone like her.

I was apprehensive about entering the house. I finished my smoke, got my work ready and entered the house. As soon as the door was shut he was asking for my work, I handed it to him hoping that it would be okay. After flicking through he handed the work back to me.

“You’re not a dumb shit after all. You can go out to see this tutor but I want to see your work when you get home.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

After chucking my things in my room, we all sat down for dinner. Dad didn’t say another word to be nor hit me at all. I sat by the window looking out, the ashtray balanced on the window ledge. If Roz could help me get my grades back on track he wouldn’t get as mad at me and would leave me alone. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

The next morning seemed to come all too soon. I checked my ribs in the mirror, the large purple bruise that he had inflicted last week had started to fade. I dressed and made it downstairs just as Max came out of the kitchen. We didn’t speak at all, when the car stopped she got out and made her way to her friends. I checked the time and I still had time to kill. I spotted the black mustang with Roz inside, she had headphones on and her eyes closed. I grabbed my things and headed over.

When I opened the passenger door she jumped a mile and clutched her chest. She wrenched her headphones from her head, I heard the familiar beat of Mötley Crüe. she paused her walkman before glaring at me.

“Jesus Hargrove, you got a death wish?”

I slid into the passenger's seat shutting the door.

“And who the fuck told you that you could get in!”

I looked over at her, she still looked flushed from her fright.

“I wanted to say thank you. For yesterday.”

She lit herself a smoke and passed me the pack.

“And you can’t do that in public because it will ruin your reputation as a hard man.”

“Yeah. That and the normal way I'd say thank you, I’m not allowed to do to you.”

She eyed me up, lingering a bit too long on my bare chest and crotch.

“Still. You could have at least tapped on the window.” she shrugged.

“Sorry.”

We sat in silence smoking till she saw Harrington’s crap bit of metal pull in. She flicked the butt out of the window before making sure she had all her stuff.

I knew Harrington would lie to me about fucking Roz. But Roz didn’t seem to be a person who lied. “What’s up with Harrington? You two fucking?”

She snorted. “No, he’s not my type. When I moved here I didn’t have anybody. Hopper brought Steve when I moved into my house, they helped me unpack. I saw him at the new year's party after that. He’s cool, it's nice having a real friend.”

Score. I was still in with a chance. “So you have a type.”

She rolled her eyes. “That's the only thing you took from that.”

I just smirked at her.

“Just get out of the fucking car.”

We climbed out and she locked the doors. Before going to meet Harrington she paused and turned to look at me.

“I know it’s Friday but don’t be late tonight. Here…” She chucked me a granola bar. “I know you didn't have breakfast.”

Before I could answer she swayed off towards Harrington. God, I didn’t mind watching her leave. I heard Steve talk to Roz.

“What was Hargrove doing in your car?”

Whatever Roz said made him laugh. I looked down at the bar in my hands, how did she know these things.

This time I was early, beating Roz to the diner. I chose a booth further out of the way from the door so it was a bit more private. It wasn’t long till the Mustang pulled into the lot with a roar, I swear the glass rattled. I watched as three boys from the football team wolf whistled and made obscene gestures as she climbed out of the car. Before I could stand Roz paused and turned towards them. This would be good to watch.

She stood in front of all three of them looking innocent and demure. Quick as lightning she smacked one with her folder, the other she punched in the stomach and the ringleader she kneed in the balls. Like nothing had happened she waltzed into the diner and took her place across from me. The waitress came over, she was different from yesterday, she looked like someone's mom. She checked to see if Roz was okay. To my surprise, Roz ordered a vanilla milkshake, not a coffee.

“So… that was something.”

She laughed. “I’ve always had a temper, normally I’m good. But I can’t stand pigs.”

“Remind me not to mess with you.”

She went about pulling a maths sheet from the folder. I noticed that Harrington wasn’t joining us.

“No Harrington today?”

She shook her head, “He’s busy. Plus I think we’ll be okay without him.”

The waitress came back with our order. My jaw nearly dropped as Roz picked up some cream with her finger and suck it off. Calm Billy, don’t think of her doing that to you… she must have caught the look on my face and laughed.

“Sorry. That’s not even the worst thing I can do.”

I watched as she plucked the cherry off the top and ate it, when she was finished she popped the cherry stem into her mouth. 30 seconds later held it between her teeth, a perfect knot tied in the centre. Well shit.

She waggled her eyebrows, “The chicks love that one.”

Oh, that’s what she meant when she said Harrington’s not her type. “So you like girls…?”

She nodded sipping her milkshake through the straw. “And guys too.”

After that, we got on with our work. I did better today only needing Roz’s help with a few questions. We had been working on a hard question when Roz groaned and rubbed her neck.

“Uh, this is giving me a neck crick. Scooch over.”

I watched as she swaps sides to sit next to me, pulling her work with her. I could smell her perfume from this close, I didn’t know what it was but it smelt sexier than anything I had ever smelt on a girl. It was hard to focus, with her sitting this close, but I had to behave. If I messed her around she would be gone, and I wouldn’t live that down.

At 5:30 we packed our stuff away and headed out, I paid this time. At her car, Roz chucked her bag in but turned back to me.

“I know it’s Saturday tomorrow but think you can get some free time?”

I nodded, “Is 2 okay?”

She nodded and smiled. “Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

Once again when I got home dad held out his hand for my work. He flicked through it and handed it back to me.

“I have another tutor session tomorrow.”

He stared at me, “You’re not going out with one of your whores?”

“No sir.”

He stood and came closer. “If I find you’re lying you’ll be in big trouble.”

I nodded. “I’m not lying.”

He punched me straight in the jaw. The fire crept up the side of my face, it would leave a mark I knew it.

“I didn’t ask if you were lying. Get out of my sight before I do something else.”

I almost ran into my room, I locked the door shut behind me only then did I let the tears fall. I pressed my red cheek to the cold glass of the window while I had a smoke.

Saturday morning came and I had to find something to pass the hours till 2 came around. I stayed in my room mostly. Just as I was leaving He made me take Max to some kids house. I knew Roz would be mad at me for being late. At the diner, she was stood outside smoking but I didn’t see her car anywhere in the lot. As I climbed out of the car she spoke.

“You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, I had to drop the little shit off.”

“Okay. She does have a name.”

Inside we sat in our normal booth, being Saturday the diner was busier than usual. Roz sat beside me without any hesitation. Her thick thigh was pressed against my leg, I loved a curvy girl they look a hell lot better than a stick thin girl with tiny tits. Her perfume was still as intoxicating as yesterday.

“When did you meet her?”

“New years party. Steve introduced us.”

I just nodded. We managed to get through a whole maths paper and some notes for English before 5:30 rolled around. For two and a half hours I was relentlessly teased without her knowing, all the small things she did were such a turn on. She never sat still always shifting around nudging me several times and never apologizing. She pulled her curls over one shoulder revealing the pale skin on her neck. She placed her hand on mine to stop me writing. She had a habit of licking her lips which killed me every time. At the end, I was turned on and fucking hard. We split the bill and I almost dragged her out of the diner. As soon as we were three steps from the doors, Roz lit up and smiled at me.

“So here at 12 tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Okay. You walking?”

She blew out a lungful of smoke. “Yeah, I needed to clear my head.”

“It’s dark, I can drop you back?”

She paused. “That would be nice. Thanks.”

After unlocking the car we both climbed in. The Camaro purred into life, the radio started playing my rocktape. Roz turned the radio a bit louder as we pulled out of the lot.

“So you going to the party tonight?”

She shrugged and blew smoke out of the window. “Steve told me about it. I’m not sure yet.”

“I’ll be there…” I winked.

She just rolled her eyes. “That really doesn’t work on me. But I’ll make an appearance.”

The back roads were dark at this point. After driving out of town for five minutes Roz pointed to a turning in the woods. We pulled into a long narrow drive that opened up to revealed a small cabin nestled in the trees. There were lights on but no car in the drive.

Roz checked her watch and shrugged. “Must be early.”

She turned to me and gave me a real smile. “Thanks. I’ll see ya later.”

She climbed out and shut the door behind her. I watched her walk up to her cabin, the sway of her hips was mesmerising. She gave me a small wave before disappearing into her home. I swung the car around and headed home. I prayed that he would be happy with my work. At home, he was waiting for me. I handed him the English essay and math booklet. He flipped through and seemed happier with it than yesterday.

“This is better.”

I took the work back from him. “I was wondering if I can go out tonight?”

He just looked at me, not moving. I felt my heart begin to race.

He shrugged and went back to the TV, “Your work is good, I don’t see why not. Just don’t wake me up when you come home.”

I nodded, “Yes sir.”

I almost bolted upstairs, shutting the door behind me. I chucked my bag onto the desk and stripped off my jacket. Shower first then party.

~~~~~~~~~~

I parked down the street from the party, as I got closer to the house you could feel the beat of the music playing. The party was in full swing and Tommy was waiting for me at the door.

“Here comes the Keg King!!”

I heard everyone cheer inside. The house was packed, I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. I kept an eye out to see if I could spot Roz but she wasn’t here yet. I spent my time drinking and dancing with Tina in the kitchen. There wasn’t a keg at this party and it would be too cold in the garden. It wasn’t long till Tina was smashed and sat on the floor with Carol. Board with them I wandered to till I found Tommy by the punch bowl.

“Oi, have you seen the chick with the Mustang?”

He was already pissed. “Yeah, she’s in the front room.”

I slapped him on the back and headed that way. She’s the only curly redhead I knew of in school but I couldn’t find her. With my can of beer, I found a wall to lean on and observe the room. I would find her eventually. The song changed to David Bowie’s Let's Dance and that’s when I spotted her in the middle of everyone dancing. I drained the rest of my beer and made my way through the crowd. I slid behind her and placed a hand on her hip. She spun around and recognised it was me. She smiled then turned back and settled against me, with my hand holding her close. We swayed to the music, she rested her head back on my chest. I followed her lead as she ground back onto me. I nestled into her hair leaving a kiss on her neck, Roz let out a breathy moan.

Our dance was interrupted when Roz got pulled away. She let out a squeak before realising who had pulled her. Fucking Harrington! He looked livid glaring at me while Roz was talking in his ear. With a nod and final glare towards me he left. I pulled Roz back to me, this time she faced me and placed one arm behind my neck.

I bent down so she would hear me. “What did you do to Harrington to make him leave?”

She shrugged before replying. “He trusts me.”

As the song changed into something slower, Roz’s leg slipped between mine as I pulled her tighter to me. From this angle I had a nice view down her shirt, her breasts were encased in black lace. I knew Roz had felt me grow hard from her dancing as she smirked up at me and ground her hips harder against me. Two songs later I felt Roz’s hand trailing down my chest, she slipped a little lower. I groaned as she cupped me through my jeans. She pulled me down to whisper something.

“Thanks for the dance big boy.”

With a peck on my cheek, she disappeared into the crowd quicker than I could catch up. That minx was in for it on Monday. I caught sight of Roz leaving through the back door but Tina caught me before I could follow her.

Tiny pulled me close and kissed me, “My parents are gone for the weekend.”

I smiled. I’d have time for a quick fuck before going home.

I pulled her close. “I can’t wait, let’s find a room now.”

Tipsy Tina followed me giggling to find a room. Through the window on the stairs, I caught sight of Roz and Harrington walking down the street with their arms around each other. Roz seemed to be laughing at something. With a growl, I pulled Tina onward to find an empty room.

We didn't even get fully undressed, I made sure she was wet enough before going for it. Before I could even touch her she shook her head and asked for a condom. I pulled one out of my jacket knowing that this was going to happen I came prepared. Tina wouldn't go without no matter how many times I asked. I fucking hated rubbers, they didn't feel good at all. I knew I was clean, having been to the clinic before Christmas and I'd only been with condom Tina in the last month. Tina was quiet in bed and the sex was always boring,  she never wanted to try something different.

I took her hard and fast over the desk and she was as quiet as always.

I closed my eyes and imaged she was Roz, I could bet all the money I had on her being a screamer. Ever the gentleman I made sure that Tina came before me.

After Tina watched from the bed as I got myself dressed and made sure my hair was still okay. I pressed a kiss to her lips before escaping out of the room. I light up as soon as I was outside, Tina was okay the sex wasn’t the greatest but she did the job. I checked the time it was around midnight, I could go home get some sleep and do some work in the morning before I met Roz at the diner.

I left the car a few houses down not to wake him up, using my keys I managed to get into the house without making a noise. In my room, I didn’t bother locking the door as everyone was asleep. Humming to myself I went about getting ready for bed. I heard the door hinges squeak, I turned and saw him stood there not happy at all.

“I told you not to wake me, boy.”

My heart began to pound and my palms grew sweaty. I was in deep shit now.

[stripestheboar]

Day 16 - KingDings (Underfell)

I know it’s a day late, but I was really tired yesterday and today. I wanted a good KingDings, and the Undertale one I made last night was just... shit. I hated it. So you’re going to get a double upload tomorrow. 17 and 18. Don’t worry about it all you Frans Fans.

Pairing: KingDings (Gaster/Asgore)

Words: 1,225

“Just move the three, carry the two, find the square root and… done.”  

Gaster set the pencil down with a huff, taking a quick look over the small symbols scrawled across the page; mere nonsense to any normal monster, but pure innovation to his sockets. “Perfect,” he murmured to himself, taking the paper and sliding it into a folder, giving a quick sigh before getting up from his seat and making his way out of the lab. King Asgore was a rather impatient monster. He had been calling for an update on the skeleton’s work for a good week now. Making him wait any longer would surely call for his execution.

Gaster hurriedly made his way to the elevator, reaching the top floor within a good half minute of waiting. He wasted no time in rushing through new home to get to the throne room, cursing that there be no faster alternative through the winding halls. Perhaps he should make plans to install an elevator in New Home as well. He was sure the denizens of the Underground would appreciate it, even if they weren’t all that appreciative in the first place. However, that was not important right now. What was important was making up pitiful excuses as to his lateness just so he wouldn’t add the the collection of dust spread across his flowers. Upon entering the throne room, Asgore was there, as expected.  

He sat upon his throne, seated in empty patch of tile as he was surrounded by hundred of small golden flowers. Asgore himself was a gigantic monster, towering over even him. Dressed in blacks and reds and with sharp canines the size of an icicle, he was intimidating, even to one as feared as Gaster. Those yellowed eyes were already trained on him, shadowed over by that mane of black hair. The skeleton did not shy away, however. He stopped at the beginning of the grassy area, just before the flowers.

“Sire,” he spoke, sounding firm and strict. “I have the report. I apologize for my tardiness. You see, I was caught up in-“

“I care not for your excuses,” Asgore rumbled, closing his eyes for a moment. “And I rather you speak to me up close. Come here.” He cracked open an eye to peer at him. “Oh, and you know how it goes. Do not step on a single flower.”  

Gaster’s usual calm façade dropped slightly as he looked down at the miniature field of flower. Asgore absolutely loved the little shits and would decimate a village just to keep them safe. Royal workers were no exception. He took in a short breath of air, before slowly stepping in between the flowers of a small patch. He gritted his teeth, balancing on one leg until he was able to find a safe place for the other one. Once he was on two stable feet he immediately began to take cautious steps forward, more than once having to fling his arms out to the side and swing them around until he regained balance. He heard a booming laugh erupt from the dark king when he was stuck in a particularly embarrassing position of being bent a good one hundred twenty degrees backwards with his legs bent like a flamingo’s, his arms swinging like fans, and his mandible hung open as a helpless cry of fear rang from him. It wasn’t until he regained his balance that he found himself absolutely red in the skull. Asgore took great pleasure in seeing him prance around like the royal fool. Still, the thought that he made everyone else do this as well made him feel a bit better about it.  

After some more skipping and hopping and dancing around like a lobotomized ballerina, he was just near Asgore and his throne. He just needed to take a quick leap, and he would be in front of the king and they could resume with business as normal. With a quick exhale, he took the chance and jumped forward.  

Luckily, Gaster landed on his two feet. Unluckily, he wobbled and fell forward, falling square into Asgore’s lap. It took a moment for him to recover, but once he did, he scrambled to get back up and apologize profusely. However, he was forced to stop when he felt a large hand pressing down on his lumbar vertebrae, holding him down and keeping him from coming to a stand. He blinked in surprise, confused at first. “Sire?” he murmured, thinking it some mistake as he attempted to get up. He placed his hands upon Asgore’s thighs, attempting to force himself to a stand, but he king’s hold stayed firm. He looked up at the ruler, becoming increasingly nervous. “M-my liege?” Asgore just grinned down at him, his expression almost devious as Gaster grew more flustered.

“My king! I have the- whoa.” The captain of the royal guard, Bracket, stopped in his tracks upon seeing the scene. Dressed in his usual royal armor with a small portfolio in one hand. Gaster was now desperately trying to wriggle out of his grasp to save face, blushing madly. Asgore, however, kept a straight face. “Ah, Bracket. Come to turn in the daily report? Come, come. Hand it in.”  

Despite barely standing the embarrassment, Gaster looked back at the guard, watching him look at the two with an unsure expression. But, upon his king’s command, he came to the throne, straight through all the flowers. He gawked in shock. For a decade, and entire decade, never had Asgore allowed him to do such a thing. He had to skip and hop his way through the field of flowers, lest he be dusted on the spot. Was that just with him?

Bracket slowed to a stop, slowly handing in the folder to his king, before giving an awkward goodbye and leaving. Once his footstep faded, only then did Asgore let the poor skeleton go. Gaster shot straight up, accidentally dropping his own folder on the ground in his attempt to straighten his coat and calm his racing mind. After that, he bent down to collect the scattered documents. “Here,” he muttered curly, shoving the documents to the king, which he silently accepted. He looked back at the door, then at the flowers, then back at Asgore. “Sir. How long have you…?”  

“Forever, Doctor Gaster,” Asgore chuckled, resting his chin on his palm on the arm of the throne. Gaster’s sockets narrowed. “Then why have me go through looking like a fool for you every time I enter!” Asgore remained calm, despite the skeleton’s rising voice. “What can I say? I enjoy watching you dance for me.”

Gaster flushed, speechless as he attempted to get something out. Asgore sat back with a light smirk. “Consider this little even your punishment for not turning in your work, sooner. And for not visiting me more often. He gave the monster a quick wink. “You are dismissed.”

He didn’t gave to be told twice. Gaster gazed over at the flowers. “Sire, may I…?”  

The king nodded. “As long as you promise me you’ll come around more often. You’re always cooped up in that lab of yours all day.”

Gaster gave a curt nod, quickly walking out without another word. Perhaps it would be a good idea to get his projects done faster. For his sake.

[avengerdragoness]

An Off Day [Batfam/Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: "Could you do something where the reader is an intern at WE, and they get to sit in on some meeting with their boss and Bruce, but they keep messing things up; hand B the wrong papers, spill coffee on Tim, literally run into Dick and their boss fires them? And then at the end of the day they go home but their cat gets out and so they end up breaking down on their balcony, only for Red Hood to show up and comfort them + listen to them rant (maybe he gets their job back? And they know it was him?)”

A/N: I absolutely love this idea. Very creative.. much respect. I kind of made it more of an assistant then inter, I hope that’s alright. I hope you love it!

*I labeled this Batfam x Reader but it’s more Jason x Reader.

(Part 2 - All’s Well That Ends Well)

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You knew today was going to be a rough day from the moment you woke up.

First you spilled the glass of water on your nightstand all over your phone. Which is now busted.

Then you took a shower to figure out the hot water wasn’t working in your building.

Next your cats decided they were going to have a midnight snack and tore the food bag open. Cat food was everywhere.

Then you ran out of deodorant and one thing after another the day got worse.

Everything going bad that morning made you late to work, and you boss hates tardiness.

“[L/n]! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?” he yelled as you ran to your desk. Setting your bag and coat down you rushed to where his booming voice was coming from.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Vories” you apologized while speed walking over. “My morning was really crazy and my phone broke so I couldn’t call and...” you were cut off by him raising his hand.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, just get the files I gave you yesterday and meet me in the conference room. Mr. Wayne and his sons have been waiting very patiently. You have to apologize to them more than you do me” he scolded. You flinched before nodding and grabbing the files.

You knocked on the door lightly until you heard your boss tell you to enter.

Walking in you were met with all of the eyes of the room turning to you. “I-I’m sorry for the tardiness. I didn’t mean to make you all wait so long” you apologized. Bowing slightly while the holding folders to your chest.

���It’s alright Miss?” Mr. Wayne began but paused at the absence of name. “[L/n]” you filled in the blank.

“Well shall we get started. The files [F/n]” your boss only ever said your first name when he was trying to come off as a kinder boss.

“Of course” you answered. There were only files for your boss and Mr. Wayne his sons seemed to have just been dragged along. You placed the required files in front of the two men.

“Uhh” Mr. Wayne said while looking at the opened file. You didn’t realize your portfolio for an art gallery you were submitting photos too got mixed in. Sadly that portfolio had your sketches from a human anatomy art class in it.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” Blushing you quickly swept up the portfolio. It was a very accurate sketch of one of the models. Your boss shot you a glare, “No need for apologies accidents happen” Mr. Wayne assured but his sons were silently snickering.

“Maybe you should go get some coffee or something [F/n]” Your boss kept his glare on you. Flinching you nodded. Everyone declined the offer except his son Tim. “And get me the statistics on the last few months’ sales.”

Hurriedly you got out of the room. Covering your face with your hands, “That was so embarrassing.”

You made the one cup of coffee. In one had you had the cup and some sugar in the other you had the files. Also a bottle of creamer under your arm... What could possible go wrong?

Opening the door you walked straight over to where Tim sat setting the cup down. Letting the sugar drop next to it. Then going to set the creamer down, someones phone went off. Startling you, you jumped accidentally hitting the coffee and spilling it all over his lap. 

“Hot hot hot!” He yelped jumping up. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry Mr. Drake that was an accident. Man I’m so stupid” you mumbled the last part to yourself. “I’ll go get a towel or some napkins.” Quickly you placed down the files and ran out of the conference room.

After retrieving the napkins and some wipes you quickly hurried out of the lounge area. Not looking up from the items on your hands you ran straight into some one. Knocking them over you fell on top of them.

Realizing who it was you jumped off. “I’m so sorry Mr. Grayson. God I’m such a klutz.” he only chuckled getting back to his feet. “No worries. I was just coming to see if you needed help with those napkins” he smiled.

“O-Oh, no it’s okay. I have them right here along with some wipes. I really hope I didn’t burn him” You blushed and began to walk back to the conference room with him.

“Don’t worry Tim’s tough. And Bruce doesn’t get phased by anything so don’t worry about the file.” you sighed in relief upon hearing that. However you looked up to see your boss scowling at you through the window. He saw you run into Dick.

When returning to the room you gave the items to Tim who thanked you. “I think that will be enough for today Mr. Wayne thank you for putting up with all of these inconveniences.” He shot a glare at you during the last word. All of the guys noticed it as you dropped your head.

“No inconvenience at all” he said shaking his hand. Exiting the room he said to you, “It was nice meeting you Ms. [L/n].” you simply nodded in response. Opening the door for him and his sons. When they exited you went to leave as well.

“Hold it [L/n]” Uh-oh.

“Close the door” you did so and went to stand in front of him. “Yes sir?” you didn’t make eye contact.

“You are very lucky Mr. Wayne is a kind man he could’ve had fired you on the spot right there” He warned. You felt a little relief, so he’s not firing you?

“But I’m not as kind. You made a mockery of this office and should be ashamed of yourself. I want your things packed up and you out of this office immediately.” He said with a certain loathing in his tone.

You walked out of the room feeling as if you would cry. Quickly you gathered your things and escaped into your car. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment, not now. So instead you drove to a bar across the street from your apartment building.

Parking your car in the parking garage you left your things and went to have a drink.

You sat at the bar, ordering something strong. What were you going to do? You needed that job. Sighing you finished off the drink. Looking out the grimy windows of the bar you saw it was dark out. ‘Better get back before it gets too dangerous’ you thought while calling the bartender over to pay your bill.

Paying and returning to your apartment you threw your bag and coat on the table. You ignored the box of belongings left in your car.

“Nala? Sarabi?” You called for your two cats. Where were the two stinkers? Heart dropping upon seeing the fire escape window open.

“Shit! No no no” you ran to the window. Pushing it open and slipping onto the fire escape. Not a fur ball in sight.

Your precious babies were gone. Your job was gone. Everything was falling apart in just one day.

Giving up you broke down, sitting on the stairs of the fire escape. You didn’t know how long you were out there, but you felt numb. And not from the cold Gotham air. Everything was falling apart at the seams.

“You know you’ll get sick if you stay out in the cold like this” A voice came from above you. Wiping your eyes and looking up, spotting a certain red hooded vigilante.

“Red Hood?” you questioned brows furrowed in confusion.

He climbed down to where the platform you were on was. “In the flesh”

“I wouldn’t get to close or your life might fall apart too” You hugged you knees to your chest and rested your cheek against them.

“Eh, been there done that” he shrugged. “What’s wrong beautiful Gotham citizen?” he questioned. You chuckled at the way of asking

“I had the worst day. My phone and shower broke this morning, making me late to work. When I got to work my boss chewed my ass out, without taking any consideration that I really couldn’t help it. Then I fucked up one of his meetings, gave the wrong files, spilled coffee on another person, knocked a third person over. Then got fired by my douche of a boss, when this is the first time I’ve ever made such mistakes. Then I get home to find both my cats missing, the only two things I was looking forward to see today. And now god knows if I’ll find them” you ranted, feeling a lump in your throat.

You swallowed it down and sniffled. “This is your apartment?” he questioned and you nodded. He opened the window a bit wider and took your hand making you stand up.

“Come on, you don’t want to get sick” he helped you get back inside. He closed the window behind him. “You’re boss sounds like a dick” he handed you a blanket from off your couch.

Wrapping it around yourself, “Understatement. He acts nice around his boss, the Bruce Wayne, but when he’s not around he’s an ass to everyone.” explaining before sitting on your couch.

He sat on the arm rest. “I’m sure everything will work out”

“I hope so” you fiddled with the blanket between your fingers. You watched as his posture perked up a bit, as if he got an idea. “It will I promise, but I have some vigilanting to do. Have a good night [F--, I mean ma’am” he stuttered but you didn’t notice his almost slip up.

“Thank you for listening and making sure I didn’t freeze” Smiling at him as he had one leg out the window. “My pleasure” responding before slipping out the window.

He didn’t match up to the news stories you had heard about him. He was... sweet.

You had fallen asleep on your couch that night, wrapped up in that same blanket. Until a few hard knocks on your door woke you up. Groaning at the intruding noise you slipped off the couch and to your feet.

Running a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame it.

You cracked the door open, as far as the chain lock would allow. More than surprised to see the figure on the other side.

Quickly you closed the door and undid the chain before opening the door completely. “M-Mr. Wayne what are you doing here?”

He looked at your disheveled appearance but thought nothing of it. “May I come in?” he questioned.

Nodding you moved out of the way as he entered. “Um sir, I don’t mean to sound rude but why are you here?” you looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“It was brought to my attention that Mr. Vories was not being entirely fair with his employees and at Wayne Enterprises I don’t like having those types of people in charge of my workers. So I came to tell you that his employment has been terminated.” he informed you. Feeling a little bit of karma working in your favor.

“I would also like to offer you a position. I’ve looked over your resume and your time working as his assistant and I must say you’re very impressive. How would you like to take over his position?” he was now standing in front of you.

You were speechless. ‘Say something you idiot’ mentally scolding yourself.

“I-I... It would be honored, thank you so much Mr. Wayne!” You thanked him excitedly.

“I’m glad to hear that. You’ll start tomorrow” he passed by you toward the door.

“Thank you so much I won’t let you down Mr. Wayne” your tone firm and serious.

“And I believe you won’t.” he opened the door. “But [F/n], please just call me Bruce” he told you before exiting. You nodded, keeping a straight face.

But as soon as the door closed you were jumping around and silently squealing. How’d this even happen? Who told him? No one ever thought of turning him in to human resources and the only person you ever told was....

Wait, did Red Hood tell him? How would he know where you worked? And how would he know Bruce Wayne no less? You racked your brain but couldn’t find an answer.

The rest of the day you spent printing flyers about your missing cats. You had to find the stinkers. You were focused on designing more flyers when you heard a tap on the window.

It was dark and you couldn’t make out what made the noise. Walking to the window you saw a red sheen. Recognizing the figure you pushed the window open. “Hi” Red Hood greeted poking his head in the window.

“I found a couple things that belong to you” He picked up a pet carrier. In it were Sarabi and Nala.

“Oh my god!” You took the carrier and let him in the apartment. “How’d you?”

“Their tags” he pointed to the collars around their necks.

“Wow you’re amazing. This and I know you somehow got me my job back plus a promotion. How can I ever repay you?” questioning while staring up at his masked face.

“No need for repayment, it’s what I do” he shrugged. Leaning to pet Sarabi who was rubbing against his legs. Standing back up he walked to the open window.

Following you questioned “Nothing?”

He had one leg out the window and was sitting on the sill before turning to face you. “Well, there is one thing. A friend of mine is going to stop by your new office tomorrow around noonish. So do me a favor and when he asks you to dinner, say ‘yes’.”

You could hear the smirk under his mask. Biting your lip, “I think I can do that”

“Great, good night. Take care of those fur balls from now on” he laughed before exiting the window.

You watched as he disappeared before closing and locking the window. Fully prepared to accept the friend’s offer to dinner the next day. That friend who you would learn to be Jason Todd.

[hhemeraa-a]

         Fingers trailed along the velvet covered walls; dark maroon accented with black ornate designs made the dim hallway feel too warm despite the overhead lights gave off an odd cold modernism with paintings of new age abstraction that were jarring against the soft feel. It was tacky, but he continued to trail fingers passively along the fabric as he strolled with mild purpose. Somewhere there was music playing, loud and booming-- he could feel it in the walls at each vibration of bass and drum that rumbled. 

        He wasn’t drunk, but the half empty glass in his hand wanted to tell him otherwise, and he continued on with a wavering smile until eyebrows raised at the sudden table that disrupted his path. Hand and arm didn’t stop touching the wall, even as the single vase rested out of place (another piece of modern art that didn’t fit the increasingly dreary hall) crashed to the ground. 

        Tacky.

        Dark wood doors in front of him opened without needing to touch the handles and he was greeted by a familiar woman in black behind a desk that continued to look out of place. 

        “And what are you~ doing working on such a fine evening as this, Erica?” Myles called in the sing song voice he knew she liked, posture straightening as he glided across the suddenly bright room. He wasn’t expecting her there, but that wouldn’t stop him. H knew he was getting closer to his objective the cleaner it started to look. “It’s such a warm night, you should be out with that sweet sweet husband of yours~”         “O-oh! Mister Baida, I--- y-you know he’s n-not my--” she scrambled to stand, clearly flustered, checking the clock on the computer screen, wall, watch... she was never very good with time, “you’re not supposed to be--”         “I know he’s not~ but you make it so easy to tease-- and we’ve talked about this, you can call... me...?” Leaning in, he motioned with his hand, urging her to finish the sentence.         “M-Myless...--” She faltered as she whispered it, opening her mouth to continue on with her worries to which Myles very sharply interrupted her.         “Yes, and where is he?” Impatience dotted the over politeness he used, but the game with her was dull right now and he was done with it, “I assume in the usual spot? Thank you, Erica, you’ve been an amazing bit of help.”

           A hand waved her away and already ignoring her bland attempts to stop him with each steady stride to the doors to his left. Plastic smile faded and the glass in his hand felt too warm, but he sipped from it anyway as if its bitterness could fill his mouth with fire.            More dark wood. More velvet walls. More disgusting clashing new age modernism.          Pulling out the letter opener he swiped from Erica’s desk, Myles dragged the sharp end into those damn... velvet.. walls he hated so damn much the closer he got to the office.  They were stuffy, oppressive. A single jagged line followed his path, filling the small space with the soothing sound of tearing and he nearly skipped had the journey not been so short.

          “Evening Mister Ba--”           “--Myles~”           “...Mister Baida.”           The guard at the door remained placid in expression and response with an expectant outstretched hand. Myles begrudgingly slapped the letter opener into his palm.            “You never were any fun.”           “...and you never had any control... please refrain from breaking the furniture this time.”           Hazel eyes flickered violently as the door opened to a large room, “you’re starting to sound like my brother.”

          Familiar face sat behind a desk facing away from large bay windows that stared out across nothing but blackness and dim city lights. Taller with dirty blond hair speckled with strands of gray that was a clear reflection of their father, Myles’ older brother Jayson remained unwavering in his reading as Myles carelessly sat with cross legs to the burgundy chair from an era long dead. 

          ”You know it’s going to cost a small fortune to replace the wallpaper you damaged,” the other didn’t bother looking up as he addressed him. Looks like he was caught.            ”Good. Maybe you’ll pick something that matches for a change.”           “You know mother picks the style.”           “And you sign off on them.”           “......why are you here.”           “You called me here.”           “11pm is our appointment. It’s 10.”           “I was around... Can I not come early and see my dear Jay--”           “Cut the shit.”           Ah, there it was. That ugly annoyed anger he was so used to and Myles bristled in his chair, but lips pressed shut as he watched the tight strain in the other’s hands. What a delight to ruffle another’s feathers by simply being.            Another short silence only filled with the sound of turning pages and Myles took the opportunity to finish off the last of his drink before setting it on the hard wood of the desk. 

          “What happened last time?”           “...what do you mean.” Myles knew and he stared boredly out into the darkness.           “I thought we had an agreement.”           “We did-- We do.”           “Then why is the man I paid you not to kill, dead?”           Myles paused, pretending to think it over.           “I’m... still not sure what you mean. Last I saw him he was alive.”           “Barely,” the distaste in his brother’s voice was like music to the blond’s ears and it took everything he had to hold in the smile when photos were thrown across the desk towards him from the folder the other held, “he killed himself yesterday.”           “Ah, well that’s unfortunate, but he wasn’t a very nice man. Kept crying all the time about his poor children or something or other...”           “So I ask again... what happened?”           “You can’t really be blaming this on me? Their emotional instability is no longer my responsibility once they leave my care Jayson, and you knew exactly what was going to happen to him if you left him alone with me, in fact you wanted this, this is more your fault than min--”            He had been too busy carelessly flipping through the photos to admire the beautiful stain the victim left on concrete to notice the low threatening tone in Jayson’s voice or that his brother had quietly stood and walked to his side. It wasn’t until the fist connected with his jaw that Myles snapped out of his self indulgent haze flipping out of the seat and onto the ground. Somewhere a door opened, (probably the guard) and Myles silently cursed him for taking away the letter opener as another fist collided with his nose. Feet scrambled to get their bearings, but large hands gripped the front of his shirt to lift his small frame from the ground and he was reminded exactly how much stronger the other was. Palms that seemed scrawny in comparison pawed fruitlessly against the stifling hold as the familiar taste of copper filled his mouth.            “You’re weak Myles, always have been with no GODDAMN SELF CONTROL. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU’VE COST US?”           Hysterically frantic words fell out in an attempt to play confidence. Accusatory and angry, there were few people the smaller could hide his true intentions with, his brother being one, and his voice seemed shrill in the vast room, “THEN WHY DID YOU CALL ME HERE? IF IM SO WEAK, WHY CALL??”            Eyes shut expecting another blow... but to his surprise, none came. The raised and readied fist squeezed and didn’t move and hazel eyes blinked open and stared nervously between a stoic face (whose gears were visibly turning like sludge between what he so obviously wanted to do and what he needed to do) and fist before Myles stopped his attempts at escape to relish in the fact that this could only mean one thing.

His brother needed him for something. 

          A barked out short laugh escaped unnaturally smiling lips and he couldn’t help the sneer as he wheezed, “Hmm? Why did you call me? A job? A personal favor? If it was just to fight, you could have saved me the damn trip--” The large hand let go and Myles fell back against the floor, wiping slow dripping blood from nose and a bitter triumphant laugh shook his chest as he pulled himself from the ground. The pain that was welling up in folds on his cheek was almost negligible compared to the excitement that his oh-so-put together brother was going to ask him - the filthy perverted family mess - for a task. By the time he was standing, the other was already trying to ignore him, wiping bloody knuckles and sighing as if this was all some large inconvenience. It wasn’t. Not yet. 

          “...you must really hate whoever it is to have called me.”           “Be quiet for once for fucks sake...” Familiar hands appeared next to the blond’s face with a readied damp towel. It was the man that had taken his weapon of choice.            “What’s this guy’s name?” eyes narrowed as he took it and pressed it against his nose, “he’s cute--”           “Stop that--”            Another snicker muffled behind the towel, he sighed suddenly exhausted. (Although he heard the muffled name ‘Sean’ under breath and he was thankful that the towel covered his mouth.) A manila folder slid its way within arms reach and the blond eyed once again between man and paper before reaching out to take it. How odd that they were always able to prioritize work from their scuffles (as they were called by their mother). 

          “HA!” Myles couldn’t stop it as he opened the folder to see who it was and an ugly laugh filled the room, unbridled.

          “...once you complete this...” Jayson aggravatingly grumbled through the noise, “you’ll have that... freedom, you were crying so loudly about. You will become just another contractor free to explore your... disgusting hobbies. I wanted to cut you completely, but mom doesn’t trust you on your own and after some thought...” Myles was still in a fit, trying to hold his mouth as he flipped through the information, “...neither do I.”

          “That’s fine and all, seriously it is, but you, Jayson. You after all you’ve called me - sick, perverted, filthy, psychotic - this? This is... priceless,” his brother didn’t say a word and Myles relished in his silence. A single photo was held up as if it was his crowning achievement, “you want me to question your wife?”              “No one can know and it must look like an accident,” finger tapped against wood, “apparently she’s been embezzling funds from a client hiding behind our name and if there’s one thing I hate it’s--”           “Liars.”

[newidaho]

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26 December 2054

As far as any of the Lucid Dreamers of Christmas 2054 could report, there was nothing notably intense or extreme about their sleep state while wearing the patch.  The intense dreams that had affected many the night prior weren’t necessarily outdone by those on Christmas night (though, with such a paradigm shift underway, it wouldn’t have been surprising).  Of the selection of users who were open to being asked about their first experiences with Lucidity, there were no definitive conclusions about any exceptional dream or sleep state.

Ricky 2 couldn’t even remember his dreams.  As soon as he woke up, he recalled something vague about a soccer match before it was gone entirely.  Ricky 2 smiled—this sort of thing was exactly what Lucidity was for.

When Ricky 2 opened the menu for Lucid Dream, he saw a new option on the hazy purple menu.  The icon was in the shape of a file cabinet, and the title below it read “library”.  Ricky 2 waved his hand over the file cabinet and the drawer slid open, another menu rising out with a list of dates.  Ricky 2 selected the only folder currently on this menu, titled “Night of 25 December,” and was surprised to see five dreams from the past night to select from.  He previewed a couple, selected a seemingly safe one to share with his parents, and headed downstairs.

Ricky and Shelly were already up and conversing in the kitchen.  The strong smell of imported gourmet coffee greeted Ricky 2, who was a much greater fan of this scent than the drink itself.

‘It’s our little man!’  Ricky said to his son.  ‘How did the night go?  You sleep well?’

Ricky 2 nodded.

‘That’s good.  Your mom and I were out.  Did you check out any of your dreams yet?’

‘No,’ said Ricky 2.  ‘I flipped through a couple frames, but I haven’t even watched any yet.’

‘Isn’t that just the neatest thing?’ asked Shelly.  ‘Your own personal television station, updated every night.  Pretty futuristic!’

‘Did you two watch your dreams?’ Asked Ricky 2.

‘Same as you,’ said his father, ‘We took a little skim off the top.  Just to make sure your mom isn’t having no pervy thoughts about me that she don’t want to show you.’

‘Gross,’ Ricky 2 said.

‘Yeah, I know,’ Shelly replied.  ‘Well at least you can be rest assured that our dreams are both relatively tame.  Almost boring, in fact.’

‘You trying to have a little movie brunch, Ricky 2?’ His father asked.  ‘Because I’d love to set that up.  Once Sera gets down here.  We can all just connect to a virtual screen together and watch the best of everyone’s night.  Does that sound good?’

‘I think that sounds fun,’ said Ricky 2.  ‘I don’t really know what to expect from any of you, so I guess it will just be kind of, like, a trippy sketch comedy show or something.  Especially yours, dad.’  Ricky 2 shot a glance at his father.

‘What do you mean?’ Ricky replied.  ‘Why me?’

‘Bro, you just told us a story yesterday about being in belly-world.’

‘Oh, I guess that’s right,’ Ricky admitted.  ‘Well, do you want to make your way to the family room and watch each other’s movies?’

‘I’m ready.  Where’s Sera?’

Sera was still upstairs, but she had been eavesdropping on the conversation.  The truth was, she didn’t care to make her dreams public to her family.  She could see a lot of ways that it could go wrong.  She spent little to no time thinking about what could go right.

The reason for the negative anxiety was partially due to the fact that Sera didn’t care to share her dream.  Every dream in her archive included Jason, a Korean boy at her school that she had had a crush on since about the fourth grade.  She certainly didn’t want to share those dreams.

When she was called downstairs by her parents, she was already thinking up excuses not to share with them.  When she arrived in the living room, she simply said she wasn’t comfortable sharing her dreams from last night, planning to leave it at that.

‘Sera had a sex dream!’  Ricky 2 yelled.

‘Ricky 2!’  his father said.  ‘She’s thirteen, for Christ’s sake.  Come on.  Don’t make a father think about that.’

‘Alright, well, you know it’s true.’

‘It is not!’  said Sera.  ‘There’s just some things that are private to my life that you don’t need to know about.’

‘Fine,’ said Ricky 2.  ‘But you all are going to love my dream—ready to check it out?’

The family put on their Lenses and synced up their views.  While synchronized to the same virtual screen, Lucid Dream made it easy to choose from the dreams of whomever was on deck.  They started, as per his request, with Ricky 2.

The setting of Ricky 2’s selected dream was in the middle of a snowy expanse.  You could see for miles in any direction.  There were scattered trees in the environment, and Ricky 2 seemed to be standing on a road.  Suddenly, a booming voice came from an unspecified location:  ‘It’s time for the winter Battle Royale—Are you ready?’  The Dream Ricky 2 then removed a baseball bat with nails, apparently out of thin air, lifted it to the sky, and let out a blood-thirsty scream.

Back in real life, Sera started to giggle, and Ricky looked at his son with a smile.

‘What?’  Ricky asked them.

‘I don’t know, son.  I guess I’m just expecting you to rip your shirt off here, or something.’

Ricky 2 ignored him and looked back at the dream.  As he turned around, enemies began to appear from all over.  Some of them just happened to be in the area.  Others rose out of the ground.  Dream Ricky 2 wasted no time in running toward them and brutally mauling them with his weapon.  The bloodshed and the reactions of the crowd were both gratuitous and disturbingly vivid.

‘Jesus Christ, Ricky 2,’ Ricky said in real life.  ‘Is this really what you dream about?’

‘What?’ said Ricky 2.  ‘It’s like an action movie.  You’re telling me you don’t have dreams like this?  Get out of here.’

The dream went on for another ten minutes or so.  After the ‘action,’ bodies were strewn all over the snow.  Ricky turned away from the road he was on, and the snow in front of him began to bulge up into a mound about four times his size.  On the front of the mound, two large, cartoon eyes peeped underneath the bottom layer of snow like it was a curtain.  Two large, cartoon hands emerged from the ground on either side of it.  Whatever this creature was had no mouth, but it’s eyes were certainly smiling.

As it held it’s hands palms up, two beautiful busty women fell into his palms one by one, both completely naked.  It was at this point that Ricky made the executive decision to turn the dream off.

‘What?’  Ricky 2 said.  ‘Why?’

‘Do you really have to ask?’  Ricky said.  ‘Super inappropriate for your sister to see.’

‘But dismantling hundreds of people with a baseball bat isn’t too inappropriate?’  Shelly asked.

‘Fair enough,’ her husband said, ‘but we have to draw the line somewhere.  Jesus, Ricky, is that what you really dream about?’

‘I hardly ever remember my dreams,’ he replied.

‘Well,’ his father said, ‘it was your Christmas present.  But part of me thinks that it was the Good Lord’s intention that you weren’t remembering your dreams.  Jesus Christ, Ricky 2.’

‘Okay,’ said Shelly, ‘I’ll go next.’

Shelly’s highlighted dream was much tamer.  In fact, it was only about 20 minutes of her playing piano in a ballroom of what appeared to be a cruise ship.  The family wasn’t interested in all 20 minutes, though the unique and beautiful melodies Shelly was playing on the piano would have made it worth revisiting in a different context.

Ricky’s dream was not quite as exciting as the dream he had had the night prior.  It was mostly a long sequence of him running around a large house that none of the family had seen before (Ricky included) and saying to himself ‘I love my family.’  Periodically, he would go out on the lawn and yell at ragged homeless people to get off his property.  Other than that, not much happened.

‘Well,’ said Ricky when it was all said and done, ‘What does everybody think?’

On the other side of town, the Caston patriarch was asking the same question.  They had gathered around their own Virtual Screen in order to watch each other’s dreams.

In Darren’s dream, he had wandered around different locations in some sort of University complex.  He would periodically pull of his Lucidity patch as he walked into each building.  At first, he put it in his pocket.  When it kept reappearing on his temple, however, he tried throwing it away, stomping on it, and giving it to passers-by.  Each time, however, it would end up back on his temple within ten seconds of him removing it.

Snow’s dream had been somewhat similar to the one he had had on Christmas Eve.  This time he was floating on a stage above a sea of people, all chanting “Cho—Sen—One!’ followed by eight double-time claps.  He feared it made him look like a narcissist.

Emilie preferred not to disclose her dreams.  Darren hoped that this shouldn’t worry him.

Snow was the first to speak on his thoughts.  ‘I don’t think I want to be gathering around the Virtual Screen looking at each others’ dreams every morning.’

‘Yeah, I don’t think that was the plan,’ his father said with a smile.

‘It just seems like a bit of an invasion of privacy,’ Snow continued.

‘That’s why I didn’t want to share mine,’ said Emilie.  ‘I hardly even know what to make of them—who knows what you two would think.’

‘I agree with that,’ said Darren.  ‘But can we at least agree that it’s pretty amazing it works?  And so seamlessly.  I don’t think it bothered my sleep at all.  Did you two notice anything?’

Emilie and Snow shook their heads.

‘I guess,’ Snow said, ‘I could see how it would be fun to show each other our dreams when we have really outrageous ones.’

Darren nodded.  ‘I have some strange dreams, that’s for sure.  I wouldn’t have any problem sharing some of those with you two.  Not that I’m requesting either of you ever have to bear your unconscious mind to me.’

‘No, I get it,’ said Snow.  ‘I think you’re right.  It’s amazing—I had about five dreams in the device when I woke up, and I hardly remember any but the one I showed you.  It kind of makes me want to dream more.’

‘Well, it’s a game changer, that’s for sure,’ said his mother.  ‘It’s definitely fun and exciting.  And it works so perfectly.’

‘Yes,’ said Darren.  ‘It really is amazing.  If I had any doubt before, I know now for sure—this device is the real deal.  It’s going to change the world.’