#like even if she's in danger and doesn't have time to unlock her phone or fiddle with menus she just presses it and it calls me

[gender-euphowrya]

thing about my grandma is if i don't answer her calls like .4 seconds after my phone starts ringing she goes ''what if i was DYING and you DIDN'T ANSWER :(" but then the same grandma doesn't take her cellphone with her when she goes out

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖

Kento Nanami

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Summary: Your neighbor always watches you at night, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, Nanami takes panties and doesn't give them back

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At nine at night, you get out of the shower and walk to your room with nothing but a towel. A towel that’s dropping and getting dangerously low with every step you take. You make no effort to hold the towel and it eventually drops to the ground– It happens nightly. 

You don’t seem to care to close the curtains, you don’t care if the whole world sees you naked. And your neighbor shakes his head in disapprovement every time he sees. He sits on the armchair that’s in his room, facing his window, one that looks directly into your room as he sips on his nightly tea. 

Kento watches you bend down to the lowest drawer, and grab a pair of panties. God, he feels so perverted doing this, but he isn’t a pervert. You’re showing yourself to the world, he isn’t at fault that his eyes just happen to look. He might be at fault for continuing to stare, but he isn’t a pervert.

Occasionally you make eye contact, and he’s bold enough to remain watching. And you’re bold enough to accidentally drop something, and remain naked as you slowly pick it up. You do everything much slower, really different from when you first walked into the room. Kento enjoys the show that you put on, putting everything on so painfully slowly so he can admire every inch of your body even from a distance.

Suddenly you have to get something from across the room, and you’re still naked. He can’t complain though, he likes the view, that’s why he continues admiring it. You grab your phone and lay down on the bed, where you indulge yourself in something– He doesn’t know what, but you’re entertaining yourself. His eyes still linger on your naked body, and he’s thinking of everything he’d do to you.

He finally feels like a pervert when he’s thinking of having you under him or on top of him, he doesn’t mind. He just wants to hear his neighbor’s cute little voice as she yells his name over and over again. He’d love to have a taste of her.

You look back at him again, where they make eye contact. You have a sly smile on her face before you stand up from the bed and finally put on your underwear and your pajamas. Kento is almost sad to have it be over so soon, he was hoping you’d put on even more of a show for him. He assumes it had to end eventually.

You walk over to the window, and you blow a kiss at your neighbor before you shut the curtain, leaving his field of view. The man stares back at his own reflection in the window, almost embarrassed by his actions.

He’ll see you tomorrow again, he’s not sure how he’ll face you. Perhaps he’ll apologize, even though he knows that at the same time tomorrow, he’ll do it all over again. He tries to focus his attention on the book that’s in his hand, but it’s hard to when he thinks about you, completely bare just like you were a second ago, only this time you’re in front of him.

Maybe he should man up and knock on your door. Or maybe he should stop being so perverted and focus on his book.

“Hey neighbor!” You wave excitedly at the man that’s unlocking the door to his home. Your voice makes him nervous, causing him to drop his key. You walk over to him with a smirk on your lips. You try to disguise it as a sweet smile when you’re in front of him, and Kento freezes in his spot when you’re right there. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.” He clears his throat before he speaks. His eyes look up and down your body, and they linger on the tight dress you wear. He looks straight at your cleavage, and his cheeks turn pink, picturing clearly how they look underneath your clothes. He’s seen you thousands of times walking around your room naked.

It’s surprising that this is the first time you approach him. Sure, you’ve talked but you’ve always had a reason to– Mail got mixed up, a package got delivered to the wrong house, you need a cup of sugar for baking; point is, there’s always something but today there doesn’t seem to be anything. At least not yet.

“Do you need something?” Kento asks, making your bottom lip stick out. He unlocks the door of his home and he opens it. He realizes how hostile his question sounds, and he assures you, “Not that I mind your presence but…”

“Just wanted to talk to you.” You respond. You take a couple of steps closer to him, and you bring your lips to his ear. You lower your voice and whisper, “Or am I out of line?”

“I– No, not at all.” Kento is caught off guard, and he tries his best to remain calm. You lightly bite down on your lip before you glance inside his house. “Do you want to come in?”

“If you insist.” You answer before walking inside the home. You want to walk straight to the bedroom since you know exactly where it is, but you decide that you want to chat first. You walk to the couch in the living room, taking note of how organized and clean the space is. Kento follows behind you, his eyes glued to your ass and thighs as you make yourself welcome in his home. “You have such a nice home.”

“Thank you.” He answers, watching as you take a seat on his couch and cross your legs. He stands in front of you, his arms crossing in front of him. “So… Do you have a conversation topic or–”

“I’m just surprised you haven’t made the move on me yet.” You interrupt him. “You’ve been watching me for a month straight, and yet you don’t even try to talk to me. You clearly like it since you keep watching.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to make the first move? You’re the one that puts on the little show. Every single night.” He reminds you, making you click your tongue. He proceeds to take a seat beside you, his arms still crossed. His arms look so big and strong, and it takes everything in you to not stop the conversation and get on your knees. You need the man that sits beside you so fucking bad.

“I already do so much for you… You should have the common courtesy to at least thank me.” You tell him, your hand going to his bicep. He hums, raising his brow.

“Why did you come here? You want a thank you or…?” He asks, and you slowly nod your head in response. That’s when his hands go to your thighs, while his face inches closer to yours. He lowers his voice and he asks, “You don’t want a simple thank you, do you?”

“What do you think?” You smirk at him, and he chuckles before his lips land on yours. It’s the least the man can do after watching you every single night. Your tongue swipes his bottom lip before it enters his mouth and presses against his own. His hand goes under your dress, going to your panties. His finger hooks under the cloth and he begins to pull your panties down.

Kento pulls away from the kiss, kissing down your neck before he begins to suck on your skin. You help him pull down your panties, and within seconds they’re down by your ankles. The man reaches down to take the panties, stuffing them in his pocket. His fingers begin to run through your folds, and before he can do much you tell him, “You wanna do this here? Or in your bedroom?”

“Why?” He asks, pulling away. You stand up from the couch, grabbing his hand and leading him to the stairs of the home. 

“Just wanna see it.” You answer. You can easily guess where his bedroom is, and you’re assured when your eyes land on the armchair that you always find Kento sitting in. You stand still for a moment, deciding where you want to go next, and you feel Kento unzip the back of the dress. You laugh, “Aren’t you eager?”

“I just want to say my thanks.” Kento says as he takes the dress off you. Of course you aren’t wearing a bra, he noticed when you walked up to him but he didn’t want to baselessly assume. His hands go to your breasts, his fingers rolling and playing with your nipples. 

“You’re too kind.” You answer, your body leaning back so your head rests on his chest. One of his hands going down to your pussy. His ring and middle finger run through your folds before he begins to play with your clit. You look up at him, and he’s smirking as he looks down at you.

“Is this good enough? Or should I do more?” He asks, and you swear you’ve never been turned on more by a voice. He’s nearly driving you to your knees. You’re squeezing your thighs, and you’re biting down your lip as you look up at him. There’s so much desire in your needy eyes. “Aren’t you pathetic? Cat got your tongue?”

“I need more.” You answer, and he gets his fingers wet enough with your slick before he pushes his middle and ring finger inside your cunt. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel his thick fingers fill you up. You’ve gotten a glance at them a couple of times, and you always had the thought of how they’d feel inside of you. Now that you feel them, you’re cursing yourself for not making a move sooner.

“Your pussy feels so nice.” He comments as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you. You begin to moan as Kento’s thumb begins to toy with your clit. He’s making you feel so good, you’re nearly putty in his hands even though you haven’t been with him for long. “You sound just like I expected.”

“Fuck–” You mutter, shutting your eyes as pleasure slowly gets the better of you. You make the cutest face that your neighbor has ever seen as your orgasm approaches. You slowly start to get louder as pressure builds up in your lower abdomen. There’s a smug smirk on Kento’s lips before he does an evil action– He takes his fingers out of your pussy.

He brings his fingers up to his lips, and takes them into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around them to get a taste of you, and you taste just like he imagined. He hums. “You taste just how I expected too.”

“I thought you were going to thank me?” Your brows are furrowed as you look at him, irritated that he took your orgasm from you. His eyes look at the window, and your eyes follow lead. You’re confused as to what you’re supposed to be looking at, until you realize he’s looking into your room.

“You hate closing that curtain.” He comments, his hand putting pressure on your back so you begin to walk to the window. When you’re mere inches away, he pushes your back to the window, your hands landing on the spotless glass. “You really have no shame.”

“That’s why I’m here.” You respond as you hear him unzip his pants. You eagerly wait for his cock, and it feels like he’s taking his sweet time to undress– You have no idea why, all he has to do is take off his pants (matter of fact, he’s just unzipping, not even taking them off). You’re too impatient, that’s why. 

“I’m glad you are. Always putting on a little show for me. It makes my night better.” You feel the tip of his cock run through your folds. You shake your ass, wanting him to hurry up because you can’t wait any longer. He slaps your ass in return, causing a whine to leave your lips. You feel his breath on your ear before he whispers, “Be patient, I’m not running anywhere.”

“I need you so bad… Please.” You sound so fucking pathetic. He finally pushes his cock inside of you, and your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head as his cock stretches you out. He’s bigger than you expected, but you aren’t complaining.

The man hisses as he feels your warm cunt wrap around his cock. He shuts his eyes as he takes it all in. You feel better than what he thought, and fuck, it’s taking everything in him to not lose control. Shamelessly watching you as you walked around naked in your room was enough for him but after getting a taste of you, he doubts that just watching through the window will be enough.

He gives you a moment before he begins to move. His nails dig into your soft flesh as he tries to set a steady pace. He watches your ass move with each of his thrusts. His hand pulls on your hair before he presses your face on the window, making sure your makeup leaves a mark, “You get to see my view now– Minus the goddess that blesses me at night.”

His cock is hitting every right spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He knows what the fuck he’s doing, and you hate the fact that you doubted that he did. Maybe you should’ve stopped the teasing and walked up to him earlier. 

The hand that holds on your hip goes under and begins to play with your clit, and you’re convinced that the man is set on driving you wild. But you’re also driving him insane by how your cunt squeezes around him. You’re thankful he lives alone because you can’t control how loud you are; although the window does help suppress your loudness. 

“What a tight little pussy. Even better than what I expected.” He praises. He works you up, and it doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, especially after the one he ripped away from you. You begin to get tighter around his cock, and you hear as he groans in pleasure.

“Oh– Fuck–” The biggest smile forms on his face when you finally reach your climax– You feel as the liquid leaves your body, and you’re sure they’ve stained his pants. You could die of embarrassment mainly because you don’t see the excitement in his eyes. He’s only pissed off that you didn’t squirt while his face was buried between your legs. 

He has to have you again, simply for you to squirt while he’s eating you out. That thought makes him think that maybe he is the pervert that he claims he’s not. But he doesn’t give a shit when you’re so pretty and you feel so good wrapped around his cock.

His thrusts begin to get sloppy and he becomes louder. He wants to finish inside of you and fill you up with his seed– But he’s a gentleman… A perverted one, but regardless, a gentleman. He has to at least try to ask, “Inside or outside?”

“Inside.” It comes out muffled but he hears it, and when he finally reaches his release, his cum fills up your warm cunt.

He stays still for a moment before he finally pulls out his cock and puts it back into his briefs. He watches his cum drip out of your cunt, and he takes two fingers to push his seed back in. You take a moment to sit back on the bed that’s near you, staining his tan comforter with his cum. You feel embarrassed as you look at the makeup that’s on the window, and as you remember the fact that you squirt all over him.

“Sorry…” You mutter, and his brows furrow.

“What for?” You point at the pants. He chuckles. “You’re coming over again so you do that all over my face.”

It does take you by surprise.

“I have to start dinner soon, so you can either stay and join me, or leave.” He says, and it sounds like a tempting offer to stay and have dinner with him but you doubt you can wear that tight dress for too long. You wore it for him to take it off you. He watches as you ponder and reflect on your options. “Either way, I’m expecting to see you at nine.”

[ahgasegotarmy116]

He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Two

Summary: You decide to finally do something for yourself and ease your mind Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Not too much for this chapter in particular besides mentions of domestic violence BUT yändere, manipulation, self harm, cheating, explicit language, smut, angst throughout the rest of the story a/n: Since you guys seem to be really liking this story I worked hard to get chapter two out quickly! Let me know what you think! p.s. Fuck me y'all I literally deleted chapter 2 but luckily I write on wattpad and I was able to restore it. I was literally about to cry Requested by the lovely: @kkusadmirer 💜

We had another fight. 

Honestly I don't even remember what it was about, something stupid like I left the door open after I came in with the groceries and forgot to lock it. Or maybe it was the fact that I actually left the house and got them instead of just ordering them to get dropped off on the doorstep. 

He always tells me it's too dangerous out there or that I should just wait for him to go with me instead. If I did that though we would never have any food here and I'm not about to order takeout for every meal. 

I don't understand why leaving the door open would be such an issue. We live in a relatively nice complex and our neighbors always make sure to look out for me so I don't understand why something as simple as that could set him off. 

But then again it doesn't take much to set him off these days, I guess it was something I should've expected. 

He hasn't been home for two days and at this point I've decided that maybe it's time I went out for the night. Nothing crazy or anything but just, out. 

Putting on yet another turtleneck I make sure that the old and new marks are covered. I've taken it a step further and put some makeup on to make sure that no one will notice. Although I doubt anyone would notice me anyways since I usually fade into the background. 

But tonight isn't about feeling insecure in myself. Tonight is the night where I finally do something on my own and get out of the house. 

Taking out my phone I look up the address for the local pub I've decided to go to, making sure to wear comfortable boots since it's a little ways away. I'm luck that it's winter right now so bundling up is normal, making my outfit even less suspicious. 

Taking a couple of deep breaths I reach for the handle, unlock the door and step outside. 

'Should I really be doing this?' I question but before I'm able to second guess myself I hear our next door neighbor unlock her door as well and step outside her door.

"Oh, y/n. What a pleasant surprise! It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she says scanning my features, clearly having heard the fight we had had the other day and making sure that I look okay. 

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell. How have you and Mr. Mitchell been?" I ask, returning her warm greeting but feeling awkward talking to someone that isn't Taehyung or my editor. 

"As well as we could be I suppose. Harry just turned 73 last month so he's been complaining about how old he his and how his knees don't work the way they used to. What can you expect when you get to our age?" she says, chuckling at her husband who is a few years younger than her.

"Seems like no matter how old men get, they still whine and complain whenever they get sick or injured" she continues, clearly trying to lighten my spirits. "I guess so" I say, not daring to bad mouth Taehyung since he's probably already gotten a pretty bad reputation around here with everything we've been through over the past few years. 

Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact that we haven't gotten evicted with all of the noise complaints we've gotten. 

He always makes me answer each and every call from our building even though he's the one responsible for a majority of the noise but he always makes sure to stand close by to make sure I don't ask them to send help no matter how severe things have gotten. 

"Where are you off to?" she asks taking note of the fact that it's getting late in the evening. "I figured I might just head over to the pub a few streets down and see if I can clear my head for a while" I say, not bothering to give more information than necessary. Not that there would be any more information to give. 

"Good for you dear! It's always good to go out and get a new perspective on life. Let me know anytime if you need any help alright? Oh and I'm so excited to read your next book!" she says and with that last part catching me off guard. "You've read my books?" I question, taken aback and almost embarrassed at the fact that a woman of her age would be reading the type of genre I write, let alone my own. 

"Of course dear! As soon as I found out that you were a writer I went straight to the bookstore and bought all of them! You really are very talented" she finishes, with a glimmer of admiration in her eye. 

"Thank you so much, your support means the world to me, truly" I finish and she quickly shoo me off, apologizing for holding me hostage. 

"Next time I see you I'll sign your copies if you'd like" I offer and the look on her face is absolutely priceless. 

"I'll make sure to have them sitting by the front door with a pen in hand!" she beams and I wave one last goodbye before I make my way to my destination. 

~~~~

Walking in the doors of The Blue Pearl I'm greeted by the sound of soft rock being played in the background and a low murmur of the small amount of people spread through out. This pub seems to be a little old fashioned so I guess it's not a big draw for the younger rowdier crowds. Which was exactly what I was looking for. 

Just a slow night to clear my head and a strong drink to drown my sorrows. Knowing me though I'll probably stop after one or two drinks. 

I decide to sit at the bar on the stool closest to the wall and wave the bartender over. 

"Surprise me, something sweet but something strong" I say trying to sound as confident as I can. "You got it" she says and comes back soon with a pink drink of some sort a few moments later. "What is this?" I ask after taking a sip, already dying for another one at the fruity but subtly sweet drink. 

"I like to call it The Slut Puppy" she says with a proud smile. I tilt my head when I look at her, confused as to how she came up with the name. "I'm still workshopping it to be honest but your reaction to the name definitely played true to the puppy part. I laugh realizing that I subconsciously played into her game and she laughs right along with me. 

"Long night?" she asks after I've settled in, using her bartender powers to see right through my act while walking away a bit to clean up the shaker she had used to make my drink. 

"Try long life" I say, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my drink again, sighing in contentment. "That bad huh?" she laughs bitterly, knowing one way or another that what I'm dealing with is beyond fucked. "Let's just say the best part of my week so far has been this drink" I and steal a quick glance at her, embarrassed that my words are flowing so easily to a complete stranger. 

"But it's Saturday night" she say with her brows pinched together. "Exactly" I say and before I can even ask she decides to grab another shaker and makes me another drink which I accept with a somber smile. "I put some extra ice in this one so don't worry it's not gonna go straight to your head" she says, looking out for me as if she were someone I had known for my whole life. 

"I'm y/n by the way" I say, hoping to move from strangers to acquaintances at the very least. "Rae" she answers before tending to another patron. 

"So y/n" she starts as she makes her way back over to me "what do you do?" she asks, maintaining conversation but not trying to pry when it comes to what I'm clearly upset about. 

"I'm a writer" I answer and her interest is immediately peaked. "A writer? Really? What do you write about?" she asks, leaning up against the counter so she can hear me a bit better. 

"To be honest my stories are pretty fucked up romance novels" I say scratching the top of my head feeling a bit awkward at the confession. 

"Sounds like my type of book" she laughs. I let out a breath, thankful that I won't have to explain myself to her since this genre isn't everyone's cup of tea. "So what are some books that you've written? Maybe I've read one before" she says going back to cleaning up a few things, making sure to use her time wisely. 

"Well 'Trials of the Broken' is one of them. It's my best seller at the moment. I'm actually working on writing the sequel right now" I respond, embarrassed but proud of my achievements all the same. 

"I think I've heard of that one! My friends have been trying to get me to read it but I never got around to it" she says, surprised at her chances of meeting me. 

"If you ever get around to it then let me know what you think" I say, now kicking myself for putting on the pressure for her to read it. "I definitely will" she says and makes her way over to the other side of the bar to serve some more patrons that just made their way inside. 

Glancing over at them I notice one that is a few steps behind the crowd, making me question if he's come here alone but I go back to looking at my drink, trying my best not to stare. 

My eyes somehow manage to drag themselves over toward him as he places his order and waits for Rae to make it. 

He takes off his hood and I'm met with first, the sight of his sharp jaw, then his shaggy hair he ruffled as soon as the hood dropped and finally his lips, the bottom one pierced twice rested in a soft smile. I realize though that the only way I would be seeing his full on smile would be if he was looking back at me and I make somewhat panicked eye contact with him before quickly turning my head in the other direction. 

'Great job y/n, drooling over the first hot guy you see. He's probably going to think I'm some sort of creep now' my thoughts thought are interrupted with the sound of what I believe to be is a drink set down on the counter a few seats away from me. 

"Is it alright if I sit here?" a smooth baritone voice says, making butterflies fill my stomach. 

"Um yeah sure" I say, taking a sip of my drink before glancing at him, quickly looking away again before I start to stare again. 

"So how's your night going?" he asks, clearly in an effort to make small talk. 

"It's going. How about yours?" I question back and see that he's no longer looking at me, instead watching as he swirls his mystery drink around in his cup. "About the same" he chuckles, clearly amused with both of our lack of effort to divulge any details. 

We sit there for a second or two in silence before Rae walks over and gives me another drink. I watched her make it and I can tell she she went even easier on the alcohol this time and makes sure to question nonverbally if I'm alright to which I nod. 

"What are you drinking?" he asks, smiling at the visual of the bright pink drink with two cherries placed on top. "You're gonna laugh" I say, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling a little apprehensive saying words like this to a complete stranger (a hot one at that).

"It's-" "It's called a Slut Puppy" Rae interrupts from the other side of the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly listening. "Um yeah, that" I chuckle, taking a big sip of it to hopefully calm my nerves. 

"A slut puppy?" he asks, flashing an amused smile at me, sending my heart beat into overload. "Her name, not mine" I laugh awkwardly. Trying, but failing at sounding normal but from the looks of it he doesn't seem to mind. "Right" he says dragging out the first syllable before taking a sip of his drink. 

"Do you guys know each other?" he asks, curious as to who our not so secret eavesdropper is. "Kinda. We just met. Although it almost seems like I've known her my whole life" I say smiling at her, thankful for the fact that she was able to lift my spirits so easily. 

"It's nice when you meet people like that" he says and when I bring my attention back over to him I can tell that he's been looking at me for a while, making me shy all over again. 

"Oh, I'm Jungkook by the way" he says holding out his hand, and I turn my stool towards him and shake it, fixing what would've been an awkward angle if I had stayed in place. He after seeing what I had done decides to turn as well, angling his body towards me and I notice now that there's only one seat between us. A respectful distance, making me feel a bit more comfortable talking to him. 

"I'm y/n" I say and he gives me a soft smile, whispering my name under his breath, almost as if he were trying to keep it as a secret all for himself. "So y/n, what's your story?" he asks, withdrawing his hand at almost the same time I do and goes back to taking another sip of his drink, making sure to keep his sparkly eyes trained on me. 

'Sparkly? Y/n you are a married woman. You shouldn't even be talking to this guy'.

"My story? Well to be honest there's not much to tell. I grew up and went to school in the city and now I'm a writer. There's not much else to my life if I'm being honest" I say, doing my best to maintain conversation but also not give away too much. 

"That ring on your finger says otherwise" he says, nodding towards it and playing around with his straw. Not in an abrasive way but more as if to remind me of something else that I might've forgotten.

"Oh, um yeah" I say, showing him the ring up for a second to confirm his suspicions but pull my sweater down to cover it up a second later, hoping he won't ask anything else about that aspect but unfortunately luck is not on my side in that department tonight. 

"Is that why you're here? Needed to get away for a while?" he asks, curious but not insinuating anything that I would expect a guy of his age would be asking me. "I guess you could say that" I say taking a deep breath deciding that if he's asking I might as well get the male perspective while I can. 

"With being a writer and everything I'm pretty much cooped up in the house all day. Which for me is fine and it's been like that for a few years" I say, taking a second to try and figure out how to formulate my next words carefully, not wanting his to worry or judge the situation too much.

"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here" he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink and waves at Rae in an effort to get both of us both another drink without me noticing to avoid protest. "But" I start out, confirming his suspicions. "with my husband being used to me doing that all the time he tends to get a bit, how should I say this..." I trial off, still not sure how to phrase it. 

"Controlling?" he offers, a bit more blunt than his other responses. "Worried" I counter, although his word is more accurate than mine. He nods a bit, clearly not believing my words but doesn't press in hopes that I will continue. "He's worried that something might happen to me if I go out alone. That someone might recognize me because of my books and try to do something like kidnap me" I say, fully confident in my words.

I hear Jungkook snort beside me a second later, leaving me looking over at him with my brows scrunched up. "What's so funny?" I ask, confused and almost annoyed by his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry continue" he says doing his best to calm down. "No, what about that is so funny?" I press as I can clearly see that he's still trying to hold his laughter in. 

"I'm sorry y/n it's just, well isn't kidnapping a little bit of a stretch?" he says, clearing his throat and breathing through what he thought was a ridiculous excuse. "Woman and children get kidnapped everyday! Look up the statistics!" I retort, trying to convince him that there's truth to Taehyung's argument. 

"Yes, I know that it happens a lot, but you can't let that keep you from going outside and living life. It's a horrible thing and I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing but you can't use it as a way to cripple yourself from ever leaving your house" he says, this time being completely serious and trying his best to convince me that I shouldn't be living like this. 

"I'm out now aren't I?" I argue, and to that he nods his head but presses further. "How long has it been since you've been out like this though?" he asks and I just let my head droop a bit in response before taking a sip of my new drink. 

"Well I'm proud of you for coming out tonight and doing this for yourself. And look, you're completely safe. Plus seems like you've already made two new friends tonight" he laughs motioning to himself and Rae and when I look over at her all I can see is her bright smile, happy to see me getting more comfortable. 

"Who knows though, you might just be acting nice to me just so I'll let my guard down so you can kidnap me" I tease and at that he acts like he's offended, throwing his hand over his heart as if I had shot him. 

"You hurt me with your words. It's a shame though, I was just in the market for a new best friend" he says, wiping away a fake tear. "Or in the market for some fresh meat" I continue laughing at his act. "Twist the knife why don't you" he says, now resorting to pouting. 

"Aw, it's okay I didn't mean it" I say patting his shoulder in an effort to apologize. "You better not" he says looking at me, still pouting. "Come on, let's turn that frown upside down. Why don't I buy you a drink?" I ask as a way to make amends. 

"No that's alright, I've actually gotta get going" he says, pulling out his wallet and placing some cash on the counter to more than cover his drinks. "Let me get you some change" Rae steps in, quick to help since she is otherwise unoccupied. "No it's okay, use it to cover us both and then keep the change" he says as he straightens out his jacket a bit. 

"No you don't have to do that" I argue and go to take some cash out of my purse as well. "It's okay I got it. But if you want to make it up to me I'll always take your number as payment" he says with a cheeky smile. 

"Just as friends of course! I would never want to seduce a married woman" he says, jumping over himself, making me sure I know his intensions are pure. 

"Can we do email? I spend most of my time on my computer so it's easier for me" I say, making excuses as to not giving it to him. "As long as you promise not to mark my messages as spam" he jokes and hands me his phone so I can add it in. "I promise. It was really nice to meet you Jungkook" I say handing it back to him, our hands touching a few moments longer for it to be seen as something with the promise of being platonic. 

"Take care" he says giving me a soft smile and then waves at Rae, clearly seeing her not even bothering to hide that she's staring at us. 

"Bye" I say under my breath, not knowing how to feel about anything now that he's gone. 

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Whumptober 2023 Day One: Swooning

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TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, vampiric blood drinking

It's late at night, the moon is high overhead, and you've been on your feet for over ten hours now.

At least it's over, at least for eight hours or so, enough time to go home, get some food and a few hours of sleep before you're called back in to deal with the same shit on a different day. You make your way through the darkened office on your way to the parking garage. There doesn't seem to be a single soul around, every computer powered down and conference room closed up, the only light coming from the wall-mounted screens that show company profits and upcoming mandatory fun events.

You're eerily alone.

"Um, excuse me? Is someone there?"

Or apparently not.

You turn, and see that one of the desks is occupied by a young woman in a blue dress with flowing dark hair. You might have seen her before, passed her in the hallways or exchanged small talk at a meeting, but you're not sure, and you certainly don't know her name. Her eyes seem unnaturally bright in the dim light of the empty office, illuminated by her laptop screen.

"Sorry to bother you, but there's no one else around, and I think I got locked out of my laptop. Do you know how I can reset my password?"

"...Sure." You do a poor job of hiding the momentary displeasure on your face. You're dead tired and just want to leave, but it is a simple enough request. Maybe you haven't seen her before -- she must be new. "On your phone, you can email support desk at seaport bank dot com and ask for a password unlock. Got it?"

Her smile doesn't show her teeth. "Got it."

She's still staring at you. It makes you feel uneasy. "Well... have a good evening, then," you say, taking a step away.

"Be still."

Your eyes widen in shock as your muscles freeze in place. You can't take that step. You can't do anything but look at the woman.

"That's it, nice and still," she says, still with the same unsettling smile on her face. "And be quiet, not that there's anyone here to hear you."

Instinctively, you try to scream, but the sound dies before it can pass your throat. Your attempt to move only tenses your muscles as you remain firmly rooted in place. Still.

"Relax," she says, leaning forward and observing you. "Just relax, pet. You're fine. Everything is fine."

Relaxation washes over you despite your fear. You can feel your muscles unclench, your limbs going loose and heavy. Your brain struggles to catch up with what's happening here. Is this an illusion, brought on by sleep deprivation and stress? Are you going to wake up at your desk, the strange dream of a psychic co-worker fading to nothing?

"That's it, just relax." She's swaying rhythmically now, and your body sways with her. You helplessly watch as she moves her fingers in time with the rhythm, capturing your gaze with fluttering hand gestures, back and forth. The world around you begins to dim as your focus narrows only on her.

She begins beckoning inward, motioning as though she was a puppeteer pulling on your strings. You feel yourself taking a step forward, and then another. "Yes, that's it. Come closer," she sings. "Closer, and deeper into my power."

You sleepwalk towards her, vision tunneled on nothing but her eyes and her hands, your thoughts slowing and your mind growing foggy. A small voice inside you warns you of the danger, but you want to be closer, need to be closer. 

You're standing in front of her now, still swaying gently. She motions downward, and you kneel, and she smiles and pets your hair. "Very good," she says. "So docile." Your heavy eyelids flutter.

She tilts your chin up to look into her eyes, and you can see the entire night sky in there, swirling around your head like a planetarium show. "You won't remember a thing," she says. "Forget, forget, forget, and go to sleep."

There's a brief moment of recognition. You've seen her before. You've been here before. And then your mind slips. You need to forget, and you do. You feel yourself nod drowsily as your eyes close down all by themselves.

The hand that was under your chin now pulls your collar aside, brushing your neck with a delicate touch. She runs the same hand through your hair as she tips your head to the side. It's familiar, but you need to forget. Need to submit. Something you know in a place deeper than conscious memory.

Her hands are so cold as grasps you, prepares you. "Feel no pain," she whispers in your ear. "Relax, sleep, and forget."

"Yes'm," you mumble in your sleep, the first words you've spoken since she ordered you to be quiet, a world away from this.

Something sharp grazes the side of your neck, and you do not flinch or shy away. The pinprick pressure does not hurt you. Your mind drifts further, so far away, as she drinks from the wounds, warm blood flowing from your helpless body. 

After a few moments of peace where the only thing in the world is the sound of her feeding, you start to feel dizzy, your knees trembling and your head sinking further towards your chest. You do not wish to deny her what she needs, but there's a sleep coming over you that's stronger than even her spell, and you can't stave it off for long. The dizziness suddenly increases, and you swoon into her arms. She rubs your back in slow circles as she feeds from you, and everything else fades away into oblivion. 

You will forget this, as you have every time before, waking up at your desk exhausted and hungry, assuming you fell asleep there before you could leave for the night, and nothing will change.

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pure what are your top 5 favorite ichisaya moments

5. Masaya's last moments before his sacrifice

When Masaya just takes a moment to hold Ichigo close, run his fingers through her hair, hug her and pet her and be with her for a little while longer.

Masaya's never felt very attached to his life. He always felt like the world would be better without humans, and he included himself in that when he spoke. I think some part of him was always subconsciously ready to give up the ghost and hand himself off to Deep Blue.

But here, in this moment, where he's about to sacrifice his life to heal the earth in a similar way to how he's always thought he should, he hesitates. He's found this precious feeling he wants to hold dear. He's scared to die for the first time, because for the first time, he feels like he has something to lose.

But he'll do it. For her. He just wants this last moment.

And afterwards, even as Deep Blue tries to claw back control, Masaya holds back a god and either kills himself, or holds them down to let Ichigo finish them off. And he dies with a smile, because at least he knew her, at the end of it all.

4. Masaya encouraging Ichigo to fight in A La Mode

Masaya had a character arc throughout Tokyo Mew Mew about how scared he was when Ichigo put her life in danger to fight. He went from worrying about how she's holding up out there and feeling utterly useless to do anything, to unlocking Blue Knight to protect her, to fully awakening as Blue Knight and vowing to fight by Ichigo's sides as equals who uplift and support each other.

And now, when Ichigo's powers are slowly coming back to her after they've both died and come back to life for each other, Ichigo is the one who's worried that she's not sure what she can do, for her friends or for the Earth.

And Masaya pulls her aside, and reassures her that he knows she's strong. There's plenty she can do, and the others need her. He trusts her to fight, believes in her power and her might, knows that she's strong enough that even if they have to part ways right now, they'll still find each other when he comes back for her.

He helps her remember her strength at her lowest moments. He helps her awaken this confidence she deserves.

3. Ichigo and Blue Knight fighting together side-by-side

This one doesn't really need a full analysis to go with it.

They're a power couple, and probably the two most powerful beings in the entire verse of Tokyo Mew Mew, and I love that for them.

2. The confession in the rain

Classic moment, beautiful in all forms.

Ichigo's run all this way in the pouring rain. Her phone is broken, the concert is practically over, she's so late that she's sure he's already left. She's terrified that he'll hate her forever.

But Masaya's there. Masaya stood in the rain all night, for hours, waiting. Because he told her they'd meet there, and he was worried about the fight at the tower, but all he could do right now was wait for her.

We get to see Ichigo's determination, her raw emotions, her conflict in her double life. It's so good to see just how overjoyed Ichigo is when this finally goes right, and she finally gets to hear him say that he loves her. She's been through so much all day, she deserves this joy.

We even got to see the emotions in this scene broken down from both their perspectives, and it's just... perfect. Every moment of it.

And it's even better in Tokyo Mew Mew New, because in that one, Masaya notices the ears and expertly plays dumb by placing a handkerchief over her himself! That added touch elevates an already awesome scene to new heights!

1 Ichigo taking the lead in Tokyo Mew Mew ReTurn

This is a culmination of Ichigo's character arc.

She's confident, straightforward, knows she's powerful, knows what she wants.

She's passionate about the earth, and proud of her passion and love in all departments. She's not deterred or embarrassed by the cat ears and tails popping up anymore. She knows who and what she is, and she loves it. She's found this amazing depth of self-actualization and self-love, and it shines in this little moment.

Masaya is afraid of things changing, but he sees this, sees how Ichigo has changed and how happy she is for that growth, and suddenly, his fear of change is abetted. Because in whatever ways they change, whatever the future holds for them, they'll just come closer and closer together.

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uh oh

Billy Russo x F!Reader | Explicit 18+ | 1.5K

Summary After a night out, all you really want to do is Billy. But your booty call doesn't turn out the way you expected.

Warnings smut, blow job, throat fucking, dub con (reader consents to giving a blow job, but isn’t given the chance to consent to throat fucking), clothes ripping, one-sided sex, unfulfilled reader, billy being a little shit, he’s messed up, fuck him at your own risk, not aspirational at all

A/N Inspired by the song "uh oh" by Tate McRae

~~~

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face and hangs for a moment on your jaw before it drips onto your chest. The bass blaring from the speakers beats out of time with your heart. You sip from the drink in your hand, the watery remnants of what was once a strong cocktail.

The club is stifling. The dance floor is beyond full and you’ve been dancing with this guy for the past twenty minutes, although ‘dancing’ might be generous. ‘Grinding his erection into your ass until it feels like you’ve been sitting on a bicycle all day’ might be more accurate.

You glance over at your friend, Nina. The guy she zeroed in on the moment you’d stepped through the door is currently holding her ass like his hands are the only thing that’s keeping it there, and his tongue might actually be partway down her throat.

The beat changes to something slower, more sensual and your dance partner takes that as his cue to suction his lips to your neck. It’s about all you can take.

You break away from him and make your way to Nina. “Hey! I’m going to head out. You good?” you shout into her ear to be heard over the music.

You’re not too drunk, but you are having a little trouble focusing on her when she pulls her mouth away from Prince Charming. “Yeah, I’m good! Are you going home?”

She gives you a look that says ‘you better be going home.’

“Yeah,” you say like ‘of course I am, where else would I be going?’ You’re not that convincing though and she raises her eyebrow at you.

Before she can say anything else your dance partner comes up behind you. “There you are,” he shouts at you.

You elbow him off you. “Not happening,” you yell into his face and turn back to Nina. “Text me tomorrow, okay?”

Outside, the air is only a degree or two cooler than the inside despite it being so late. You wipe the sweat from your eyes and get out your phone, thumb tapping the Uber app. You give yourself a second to rethink before typing in his address.

—

You up?

You fire off the text from the backseat of the black SUV your Uber driver rolled up in. There’s a refrigerated compartment in the back stocked with water bottles. You take a few gulps from one, then press the cool bottle to your neck.

I’m almost to your place.

You watch as ‘Delivered’ turns to ‘Read’. Three dots appear briefly, then: Door’s unlocked.

—

Billy walks into the room as you step inside. Somehow even in the middle of the night his hair is perfectly coifed. You don’t know what he’d been doing before this but it couldn’t have been sleeping. His eyes travel over you. You’re wearing a tight fitting dress with a slit up to your hip and a generous neckline. He blinks slowly, deliberately before he settles you with a stare, his jaw clenched. Those molten dark eyes. A weight deep down in your core.

“You wear that to the club?”

Nod.

“You dance with anyone?”

Nod.

“He give you that?” He lifts his chin in a gesture to your neck. You hadn’t realized the guy at the club had left a mark. You would have still come over had you known, but it somehow felt like the ground fell away beneath you and you’d plunged into a pool of sharks.

Swallow. Nod.

His voice is dark, dangerous. “Why didn’t you go home with him?”

A moment passes before you shrug.

“Tell me.”

You struggle to come up with what to say. He looks like he wants to devour you and you’re practically vibrating at the thought.

“His dick not big enough?”

Slow shake of your head.

“His breath smell?”

Shake.

“He live with his mom? He put his drinks on your tab? He dance off beat?”

Shake. Shake. Shake.

“Maybe” — he takes a step toward you and another weight presses down on your core. He reaches you in a few strides, positioning himself above you, his face mere inches away — “I’ve simply ruined you for all other dick.”

You’re staring at his lips, the sweet mint of his breath intoxicating you. He’s waiting for you to answer. When you meet his eye the possessive glint there nearly makes you flinch.

Nod.

He strikes like a viper, his kiss devouring you, his mouth soft on yours. As soon as your tongues touch the pressure that’s been building becomes unbearable and you squeeze your thighs together as hard as you can.

You sigh into his mouth when he pulls back. His fingertips trail down your body, over your hips to grip the fabric of your dress and with a firm tug, rip the slit apart. A few more tugs and your dress is ripped clean from your body leaving you standing there in bra and panties.

“I liked that dress,” you say with a cool irritation.

He breaks out that mega-watt smile, the one he uses when he gets his way. “I like it better like this.”

Billy’s thumb teasingly strokes the soft skin above the lacy band of your panties. The booze, the late hour, and his heady presence is making you pliant under him. The urge to give yourself over to him, to let him use your body, and to get lost in the pleasure of it hits you at the same time that he says, his nose in your hair, “On your knees.”

His hand on your shoulder guides you to the floor. Your knees press into the rug, the soft cushion offset by the rough fibers pricking your skin. He undoes his belt, his button, his zipper. You open your mouth, ready to receive him. The weight of him on your tongue, that silky smooth skin like the petal of a flower. Your lips stretch as you close around him, the suction pulling him deeper. Your mouth salivates heavily at the taste of him. You swirl your tongue on the underside and bob.

“Shit.” He grips your hair with one hand to slow you. “Not so fast, honey. Take your time.”

You gaze up at him with wide eyes, looking for the affirmation that you’re doing it the way he likes.

When you look at him like that, when you submit to him like that, it awakens his never-too-far-from-the-surface predatory instinct. He usually liked it slow, liked to see how long someone was willing to service him. But when you texted tonight, well, his dick got hard just from the sight of your name popping up on his phone. And now your pretty eyes are gazing up at him so willing. He wanted to see just how far you were willing to go.

 His eyes on yours, he takes a half step forward placing himself more above than in front of you, tilting your face up with the hand still threaded through your hair, he starts to use his hips, meeting your forward motion to make you take him deeper. At first you keep gazing at him with that enticing stare, but when he hits the back of your throat and you gag, those pretty eyes widen with alarm.

Which does nothing to slow Billy, if anything it spurs him on. You hardly notice that the tears —  stinging your eyes only moments ago  — are now dripping over your cheeks as you struggle to relax your throat. He’s trying to hold back, let you get used to it, but his hips have another idea: make you take everything he’s got.

You squeeze your eyes shut against the onslaught. Your world reduced to the stretch in your lips, the gluck in your throat. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he reaches his zenith. The shouts that are ripped from him are like music to your ears. You feel his balls tighten on your chin as he unloads directly in your throat.

Your lungs take a great gasping breath when he pulls from you. You blink away the tears, and gaze up at him, a fire in your eyes, the burn of his cum in your throat. Some of his hair is sticking up and the sweat rolls down his face. He looks like he can hardly support himself on legs turned to jello.

It’s a sight to see such a pretty man come undone.

No sooner do you decide to drag him to the ground and sit on his face than he slicks his hair back, seeming to regain his composure in a second. Then he casually checks his watch. “I gotta be up in five hours.”

It’s all the explanation he gives before zipping up his pants and heading for the hall.

“Billy, the fuck?” you lob at him, a rasp in your voice, still on your knees next to your ruined dress.

He pauses to look at you. “Oh,” he says as if remembering. “There’re coats in the closet. Help yourself.”

~~~

A/N So, um, I may write a follow up to this. Would y'all want that?

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Baby Honey (3.5)

in which Y/N is maybe not that oblivious, Harry is miserable and everyone is still confused...

[Warning- Harry being an atrocious rage inducing idiot, birthday party, arguing, jealousy, crying, ANGST, abusive parent, mommy issues, a child]

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It was like all the puzzle pieces fell into place. Your head snapped towards your mom and you shook your head violently. "Mom No! You can't do this"

She rubbed her forehead a bit while you and Rohan stood there looking at their respective parents with scrunched-up faces. Your mom suddenly stood up and grabbed your forearm, dragging you out of the room.

"Mom you're hurting me" You tried to get out of her hold but she just tightened it more and yanked you near the stairs.

"Listen to me you brat. I thought I might be a bit generous and introduce you to him but I shouldn't have cause you have to be selfish. Can't you see anyone happy but yourself?" She pushed you back, your back hitting the wall.

"Mom Rohan is my ex, my ex! If you two got married he will be my" You gagged at the thought, "My stepbrother" You said. You tried, you really did to make her see what you were trying to make her understand but she never wanted to.

"I don't care!" She whisper shouts, "you were both like what 13? no one cares about dating at that age." She said clenching her jaw. She took a step near you and you took a step back scared she will hit you.

She got hold of your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, "There is no 'if we are getting married' we will get married. Now you will go to your room and stay there until dinner. There is no need of you here" She said leaving your jaw. She fixed her dress and straightened her posture took a deep breath and went back inside.

You heard a concerned voice ask something and you knew who it was. You went to your room upstairs and locked yourself in. You didn't knew how long you stayed in bed staring at the ceiling but it was long enough that you heard your mom's signature flirty laugh and then goodbyes.

The room was slowly dimming as the sun sat. All of the lights in your room were off. A single window near the desk of your tiny room was the only light source.

You felt like a teenager all over again, laying on the bed refusing to talk to your mom after an argument. Usually, during those times your dad would come up to you with your favorite food and talk to you.

No one comes up now.

You sometimes thought about why he left. Did he not care enough? Were you not good enough for him to fight for? Your mom fought for your sister's custody but your dad never did anything.

You didn't even realize you were silently crying until your phone chimed and you couldn't see anything. It was Harry who had messaged you which made you cry harder cause all you wanted was to pack your bags and run back to him. You didn't care about anything other than wanting him to hold you at that point.

You opened the message it was a picture of Flynn snuggled into Harry's chest but what caught your eye was the dark green jumper he was wearing. It was yours. Another message came and you had to remind yourself it was dangerous driving back at this time.

H: He doesn't go to sleep unless I wear your clothes. He misses you :(

You thought he was being cruel, the whole world was being cruel. Flynn was your weakness, he knew that. There were times when he would call you Flynn's mom and your heart would skip a beat. God, you wanted him so bad.

You: I miss him too :(

H: Only him?

You left him at seen.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. Reluctantly you got up from your bed and unlocked the door seeing Bella standing there with dinner.

"I knew your stubborn ass wouldn't come downstairs so I brought food up" She said pushing past you. She laid down multiple napkins on the bed and then put down the plate.

You closed the door and walked back to bed. She sat down in front of you and removed the plate, "Pasta?" You looked up knowing damn well your mom didn't make it.

"Mum made fish by accident so, I made pasta for you and I knew it would lift your grumpy mood" She said flicking your nose cutely. You pouted as smile threatened on your lips.

Truth was Bella had to make pasta cause their mom didn't even knew you were allergic to fish. She many times asked her why she didn't bother about you at the end of day you were her daughter, what could you have possibly done? Answer was nothing.

It was always the same answer by her, "I can't see her as mine, can't connect with her". It hurt her to see you, her little sister go through everything you had to go

She fed you while you scrolled through Netflix trying to select a movie. "Ohh let's watch twilight again" You said excitedly clapping your hands. "Not that please, I think I have watched it million times" Bella groaned.

"You sound exactly like H." You said rolling your eyes and laughing, "He gets so dramatic whenever I suggest watching twilight but then he sits there not removing his eyes off the scre-" You cut yourself off when you realized what you were saying. The laughter died down and the feeling crept back up.

Bella sighed and put aside the half-empty plate. She took both of your hands in hers squeezing them, you looked up at her through your lashes.

"Talk to me" She said. "What about? I'm fine" You scoffed taking your hands out of her hold but she didn't budge.

"Y/N" She warned, "Come one, let's start with the thing in front of us. What was that in the morning?" She pressed you more to talk.

"It was nothing! I just said it's fucking weird to have your ex as stepbrother" You said loudly making her flinch for a second.

"I think we both know you can't give two shits about Rohan being your "stepbrother"." She rolled her eyes making you pout more like a petulant child.

"He was my first kiss alright. It's weird" You said sounding less and less convincing as time went. They always did this, her and Harry making you spill words out like vomit. And there you went thinking about Harry again.

"What it sounds like to me is that you saw Rohan, took your past relationship with him up as the object of ire, and went along with it" She raised her eyebrows cockily knowing she was right. You sighed and fell back on the bed minding the plate.

"What are you my therapist?" you rolled your eyes.

"I just-" You rubbed your face, "She just throws stuff on our faces whenever it's convenient for her and then expects us to accept it happily" You started speaking, words vomiting out before you could think.

"The engagement, her moving, the divo-"

"Y/N it's been almost seven years. You have to move on" She said sadly. You sat up quickly and looked back at her with an irritated expression.

"I can't! I can't move on from constantly seeing and hearing them fighting. I can't move on from them fighting over you forgetting about me like I didn't exist! I can't forget about dad leaving without saying anything. I can't forget always being everyone's second choice!"

"You got the loving parents, you got mom's support, you got to be the precious golden child. What did I get? The one person that was there for left cause of her!"

You got up from bed and went inside the ensuite locking yourself in. You fell to your knees as soon as the click sounded, the cold tiles against your hot skin sent goosebumps throughout your body. You cried your eyes out as much as you could. Heaving for breath, ruined lipstick from constantly wiping your nose and lips, your mascara streaks on your cheeks, you were mess. But finally it felt good, light, numb.

*****

It was your last day at your mom's house you woke up early and got ready for the day. You wanted to stroll around a bit look at how things have changed and then go back to your home. You sneaked downstairs into the kitchen and made yourself a toast.

The breeze was cold when you sat on the back porch eating toast. It was a bit cloudy but it looked like the sun will be out. You planned your outfit in your head as you finished breakfast. You shivered slightly when a particular cold breeze hit your bare arms and you quickly scrambled inside.

*****

No one bothered you the whole morning which you were happy about. Your mom in her pride did not talk to you and your sister was doing her office work from far. You did apologize to her and told her you were going out but she didn't mind she knew you didn't mean harm.

By the time you got out of the house, it was almost noon. You took your camera with you so you could film along with enjoying the outdoors. You had to get back to your schedule and get your shit together.

You were filming in the park where some elderly were sitting chatting and some kids playing football when your phone chimed. It was from an unknown no.

Unknown: Meet us near the lake

You realized who it was. There was a small lake near your high school. You and your friends used to hang out near the large rock near it. Chatting, fighting, sometimes getting high, it was there you first tried alcohol after Ashton sneaked it from his parents.

The lake wasn't far from the park just five minutes walk and you could see the tight curly hair of Ashton.

"Hey guys" You cheered, immediately getting engulfed into hug by Ash. "Jesus mate I will suffocate" You laughed but hugged back. He swayed you both back and forth and then pulled back.

"Hey, there are others here also" You heard a soft voice call from behind him. Looking over his shoulder you saw Serra and Rohan standing.

You ran towards her and hugged her also, laughing and jumping. Serra was your friend you could count on, even after she moved away and you moved away she didn't let you go. Not like you talked every day but still there was communication.

"God I missed you so much" She said pulling back from the hug. "And you're prettier in person" She whined making you blush and laugh.

"Oh shut up. Have you seen yourself" You said returning the same enthusiasm as hers.

"If you both want to make out please do it somewhere else" Ashton screamed from near the rock where Rohan was. "It's kind of gross to kiss your stepsister though" He said making everyone laugh but you.

"Come on" she said tugging you towards the boys. All four of you sat down on the uncomfortable foldable chair and started chatting catching up on everything they have missed.

It was nice catching up with your old friends until Harry was brought up as a topic.

"How's your boyfriend doing eh?" Ashton raised his eyebrows teasingly. Let be any other time you would have laughed but your face hardened.

"I don't have a boyfriend" You rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on I watch your videos you can let us in on your little secret." He said wiggling his eyebrows not taking a hint. Ash has always been a nosy nancy making everyone's business his.

"He is not my boyfriend alright? He has someone else" You said a bit louder than you should have but it felt like the past days everyone has been testing your patience.

Ashton shut his mouth up and you felt guilt creeping up when his smile dropped. "It's alright he's just being his nosy self" Serra said running her hand up and down your back.

"Yeah forget it you don't need a boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever." He said and the conversation came back to normal. Serra and Ash arguing over something stupid while you and Rohan sat in silence.

You looked at him for the first time coming there. He was in a yellow jumper with a black coat over it, his brown hair messy and his eyes already on yours.

"You have gone very silent over these years" you finally said. "Well when someone doesn't acknowledge your presence what are you supposed to do?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"So how have you been? Heard you took over your dad's business whole young CEO and all" You asked making him laugh. "Someone is keeping tabs on me" He replied. You shrugged not necessarily denying it. You kept tabs on everyone just him a bit more. You kept it secretive enough to not make it look creepy.

"Yeah completed college dad pushed me straight into office. I was wondering why he was so eager but I guess now I know" He said letting out a dry chuckle.

"He didn't tell you?" You asked. "Nah. Not necessarily having a very son-father relationship it's just business. Serra doesn't even talk to him" he replied shrugging, you nodded in reply not having anything else to say.

There sat an uncomfortable silence between you two not necessarily for any reason just cause you both didn't know what to say.

"You know that a person can see when someone watches their live right?" You finally asked him after a moment.

He laughed his face heating up. "I was curious okay? Serra won't stop talking and I just thought I might check what you been up to" He said looking at Serra who was now about to jump in freezing lake.

"She has a major crush on your best friend you know" Rohan said finally looking at you. Your eyes widened, "Yeah, but not I want to be with you crush more of a he's so cool I love him type crush you know" He added.

"He's pretty cool. I don't think there can be a person who gets to know him and does not fall in love with him in some way. He has a charm to him, an attraction that pulls you toward him wanting to know more about him even if he's just a stranger walking down the street."

When she looked back at him, Rohan was looking at her with weird smile.

"What?" You asked him confused.

"Nothing. Just don't make the same mistake you made with me" He said getting up and pulling down his sunglasses.

"What?" You asked again very much confused.

"Letting your pride come in middle and then losing your chance" He said looking over his shoulder. You watched with parted lips as he walked towards Serra and Ash.

You didn't think he would still remember it. Rohan and your relationship if you can call that was weird, seeing as you both were very young. He was your first kiss and you were his, it was just two new teenagers sneaking around kissing messily not knowing what they were doing you were fine with that but then you heard the news of him moving away and it hurt. He asked you out but you turned him down for the sole reason to show that you didn't care. You did though and it hurt a lot.

He finally stopped the duo from jumping into the cold lake and from what you could tell from afar was giving them a lecture.

"Babe we're matching! We have to get a pic" Ashton exclaimed walking over to you and you couldn't say no.

*****

When it was time to go back home you were exhausted but also excited. You thought about what Rohan had said and you decided to talk things out with Harry once you reach back home. You couldn't wait to go home and meet him and Flynn.

You excitedly invited all of them to your birthday party which was in few days.

You were walking home along with Serra and Rohan, her talking both of your ears off but you didn't care.

Once you reached in front of your mom's house your rental was gone. You looked around as if it would hide behind trees and bushes.

"Bella took it" You hear voice looking up you see your mom leaning down from your room window.

"What are you doing in my room?" You asked seeing her sigh. "It's my house I can be wherever I want to be and I use your closet as storage" she deadpanned and went back inside.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get back now?" You asked no one else but yourself. For some time you forgot two more people were standing there noticing the interaction.

"We can drop you home" Serra said bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at her and smiled at her sincere expression.

"Won't be necessary I will figure something out" You tried to assure her but she just scoffed and took out her phone.

"Nonsense. I'm texting Aaron right now to bring the car here, go get your bags" She said and walked away. You turned to look at Rohan and he had the same expression.

"Come on a road trip with us is not that bad" He teased making you roll your eyes. You went inside and packed the rest of your things and went back outside. Seeing a slick black Maserati standing outside, sometimes you forget they are rich rich and it wasn't a big deal for them while your mouth was agape.

"C'mon get inside" Rohan said holding the door open for you. He took the bag from you as you slid in the back seat.

*****

"You're telling me you have a whole ass kid?" You looked at Rohan shocked.

"Yes Y/N I have a whole ass kid" He chuckled shaking his head mocking your word.

"Wow. How though?" You asked still in shock. Rohan has always been a responsible one so his having an accidental kid at 19 was the last thing you expected and he also didn't have any ring on his hand so, you didn't think he was married.

"Do I need to explain how kids are made?" He cocked an eyebrow at you. Your face scrunched up and you swatted his arm. It was pretty shocking when Rohan said he needs to pick up his son from his mom's. At first I thought it was exaggeration of having pet but then you saw him carrying a sleeping 4 year old and you were sure you looked like goldfish.

"Someone's awake" You heard Serra speak from the backseat. You looked over your shoulder and saw Rohil blink open his eyes and look around. His eyes met Serra's, he gave her a big smile giggling but that stopped when his eyes met yours. Instead his eyes widened first and then he got shy.

"Ro baby why don't you say hi to Y/N? She's our friend" Rohan told him sweetly. He gave you a shy smile and a little wave, "Hi, I Rohi" he said his M and L getting lost.

"Hi Rohil, I'm Y/N" You told him with a big smile which got him shy and he looked away. You turned and looked at his dad, "Rohan I might steal your child be aware." You sighed looking at the child from mirror talking to his aunty.

"Dadda" He called him getting a hmm in reply, "Need to pee" He whispered like anyone else in the car wouldn't hear him.

"My house is close you can take him there" You said getting an agreement from everyone. You unlocked your phone telling your sister that you were about to reach home when you saw notification from Harry's account both insta and youtube.

It was a song, not a cover a song which wasn't unusual Harry has recorded some songs but he usually sticks to covers. You decided to listen to the song after you reached your apartment and saw the post. The lyrics caught your eye or the most highlighted name 'Baby Honey', the weird nickname Harry called you. If it was used in a nice context maybe you have liked it but no, it made you look like some kind of gold digger.

"Oh! I know he's got the money, Baby Honey does he make you night?" what the fuck that supposed to mean?

"Are you alright?" Rohan asked from beside you, you gave him a nod and locked your phone sliding it back inside your pocket. "We have arrived" he said.

Everyone went upstairs to your apartment, Ro babbling about something to his dad, everything was muffled to you, you were in your brain and the only thing that seemed to be in your brain was Harry. Rohan gasped and turned to you making you come out of the daze you were in. You smiled and turned to them, "What?" You asked. Rohan smirked and turned to his son, "Someone thinks you're pretty" he stretched the y in a teasing tone making Ro hide his face in his dad's neck.

You and Serra laughed and cooed at the small child. A four-year-old called you pretty? you don't need any other validation.

"I think you're really pretty too Ro" You cooed at him making the child smile shyly. You unlocked your door and put down the bags, Rohan took Ro to the washroom after asking you for directions.

"Want something S? Water, snacks, juice?" You asked, "Water please" She said with a smile. Father and son duo was back again sitting on the couch, you brought water and some snacks for all of them.

"What do you want little guy? What's your favorite?" You ask swatting down to his level. You see him thinking in his little brain letting out a long hm.

"Can I have strawberries please?" He asks looking up at you sweetly, you chuckle and stand up, "Of course! Want me to cut them certain way?" you ask him. He looks up at his father and see him giving a small nod and shrug, "Can you cut them in hearts?" He asks politely and your ovaries were screaming. He was so sweet, polite and the cutest kid you have seen.

"Coming right at ya champ" You ruffled his hair making him giggle. Serra came to help you with it and in no time everyone is sitting on the couch with Ro in Rohan's lap beside you and Serra beside him.

*****

Everyone shows their feelings in a different way, some yell, some shut off, and some cry their heart out but Harry writes whatever he's feeling. The pain, anger, jealousy everything he tries to transfer to thin sheets of paper in his journal and make it a melody.

He just took it far by posting it and now he was regretting it. He was panicking, he was a mess.

He was drinking his misery off when his doorbell rang. For a hopeful minute, he thought it might be you but after what he did he wasn't sure it was you. He still opened the door with hopefulness but as his brain told it wasn't you.

"Hey baby" She exclaimed pushing past him inside. "Is your phone broken? You weren't answering my texts and calls so, I thought I would just visit you" She exclaimed putting down her bag. Harry rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"Steph when someone doesn't answer your text and calls you should take a hint and realize they don't want to talk to you" He said, his voice full of annoyance with a bit slurring cause of drinks.

"So you were blowing me off? It just it isn't it? Fuck me and leave me alone. You always do this, even when we broke up you just came we had sex and you were like "I can't do this anymore". Such a dick you're." She said angrily picking up her bag and moving towards the door. Meanwhile Harry just stood their with his eyes trained on the floor.

"You know Harry if you love her so muchstop doing this shit" she looked back at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Leading her on. Cause sometimes it might not look like it but you are the problem most times" and with that she shuts the door loudly making his photoframe fall down. Harry flinches and sighs, he picks up broom and gloves and starts picking up pieces of glasses.

After picking up all the mess he stands up, his eyes noticing the yellow envelope with a certain label on it. He quickly throws away the trash and opens the letter just to find rejection again.

It was letter from the label he tried to get but they refused saying it wasn't up to their style. Ironic.

Harry slid down against the wall as a sob broke through him. He brought his knees up and leaned his head down holding himself.

A wet lick on his hands made him look to the side, seeing Flynn sitting looking up at him sadly. He picked thr small dog up and cuddled him which he returned with more kisses making Harry laugh.

Maybe he fucked up but he still had Flynn and that was enough.

*****

You were taking shower after everyone had left cause that's the only place you could think.

It seemed as if the only person you could think of was Harry. He was constantly on your mind, an unhealthy amount but you guessed that's what happens when you fall in love. You get the butterflies and serotonin but also kind of lose your sanity and actuality.

You could never understand him, maybe that's what attracted you to him. Your daddy issues run deep anyway. He would leave you for someone else so many times and yet you would go back and hold him so he could sleep cause he had a hard day, take care of him when he's sick when he never thought twice before leaving you. You stucked to the good part leaving all bad behind.

He would sometimes write these cute love songs and you loved to pretend it was about you. It certainly fit the description of the person defined in it and sometimes you would curse yourself for falling for his love songs.

But the recent song he wrote hurt. When you and Harry became friends a lot of people accused you of being his friend cause he was more famous and using him to grow your channel. That song felt like a slap to your cheek.

You sighed tired from the mental exhaustion and turned off the shower. You got out and did your skincare routine. Opening the drawer you took out his t-shirt and put it on, his smell engulfed you relaxing your body, and making you fall asleep.

*****

It was week later, you were same. hadn't talked to Harry, neither your mom. You couldn't bring yourself to. You had spent whole day running errands, recording videos. You have just gotten back to your schedule.

It was nearly evening when you finished. You were walking up the stairs hands full of grocery bags. Huffing you were trying to unlock your door to find it already unlocked. You froze thinking someone had broken in, you opened your apartment door silently peeking in to see if someone was in there only to find it pitch dark.

You slid inside the apartment leaving the bags outside and took out your phone to call the emergency number when suddenly all the lights were on and people were screaming in your face.

"Surprise!"

Everyone shouted and so did you. You let out a high-pitched scream startled by all the people standing in your apartment. You clutched your heart feeling it beat out of your body.

"Are you fu-" You stopped and looked around finding Ro standing there, "dging insane".

All of your friends laughed while you stood with your head in your hands chuckling. "I almost had a heart attack" you laughed. Your sister took you in a hug and that's when you saw her in the dragon outfit and then looked around to find Matt in donkey outfit, Rohan was lord farquad, Ashton was prince charming, Ro was Pinocchio and then there was him as Shrek.

"You costume is in your room get ready fast" Bella told you but your eyes refused to left his. He looked tired, dark circles, tousled hair, that wasn't like Harry. He was the person who goes to get coffee dressed like a model so, at a party he was looking like shit meant it was bad.

You went to your room to get ready, from what you have guessed you were given Princess Fiona. You didn't even know who came up with Shrek theme party but you were grateful whoever did.

Your dress was pretty, it was long and had a slit up to thigh, a corset top off shoulder with puffy sleeves, it was princess Fiona but sexier. You put your hair in braids and a small dainty necklace.

You didn't bother putting on shoes since you were inside and went to the living room. Everyone was talking to each other but your eyes were searching for Harry.

You saw Rohan coming towards you with smile, he gave you a small hug. "I'm sorry I had to bring Ro. It was quite impossible to stop him crying when he heard Y/N and birthday party in same sentence ans couldn't go" He chuckled.

"Oh shut up" You waved him off, "I'm happy that little guy is here, he's so cute. I love him" You said laughing.

While Harry across the room was glaring holes at the side of Rohan's head. You were laughing with him when it should have been him, you were his best friend.

"Stare harder you might actually make holes in his head" Bella spoke beside him. His eyes never left the duo, "I wish I could" He said taking sip of his orange juice.

"Harry" Bella sighed, "You have to stop being an asshole and talk to her" She said now standing in front of him blocking his vision.

"She's the one who's ignoring me!" He whisper shouted making Bella roll her eyes.

"Can you blame her? I was ready to break your bones" She said sassily, "But you have to go and apologize for what you did, I'm tired of seeing both of you running around in circles." She said and walked back to the kitchen.

You felt a small body collide in you. Looking down you saw Ro hugging your leg looking up at you with smile. "Hello little guy" You cooed and picked him up.

"Happy birthday" He exclaimed giggling, his tiny hands holding your face. You smiled the biggest you could and pecked his chubby cheeks, "Thanks buddy"

"I made something for you" he said enthusiastically looking at his dad. Rohan took out a card from his coat pocket. You transferred Ro to your other hand and opened the card seeing a stick figure drawn resembling you with a Happy birthday pretty which you assumed was written by Rohan.

"Thanks Ro I love it" You said kissing all over his face.

"Alright call me if he gets fussy" Rohan said patting Ro's head, you gave him a nod and focused back on the babbling child.

After an hour, you sat down on the couch Ro refusing to leave your lap, his small legs on either side of your waist and his hands in your as you pretended to push him make him fall then pulled him up making him laugh.

In 22 almost 23 years of your life you never thought you would bee having fun playing with a child than drinking your brains off and partying.

"Y/N" Ro called, "Yeah buddy" You replied.

"Will you be my bestie?" He asked his brows scrunched making him more adorable.

"You want me to be?" You asked and saw him nod.

"I don't know mate she's also my bestie" a deep voice spoke taking his attention from you.

"No she's my bestie" He spoke wrapping his arms around you. You laughed at his childishness.

"We can make a deal" Harry said sitting beside you, Ro turned his head still laying against your torso.

"What?" He spoke in small voice and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

"You can become my bestie also then we can all be besties like a group" Harry said softly. Ro looked at him for a few second his small brain comprehending the thing.

"Okay" He said and suggled into you more making you coo at him.

"So I will go first. Hi, I'm Harry" Harry said bringing his hand out to shake. Ro took his large hand in his small ones, "I'm Rohil"

"Nice to meet you Rohil" Harry said smiling.

"Y/N" He called you again.

"Yeah buddy" you replied.

"I'm hungry" He said. You gave him a nod and were about to get up when Rohan walked towards you.

"Give him to me, I will feed him before he knocks out" Rohan took the child from you. You hands felt empty, even though they were aching from holding him.

You sighed and looked at the man beside you.

"How have you been?" You finally asked him. You couldn't help yourself, at one point you knew everything about him and just in few days time everything changed. It felt like he was miles apart sitting right next to you.

"Fine" You gave him a eyeroll making him chuckle, "Been shit. Remember the label I sent music to" You hummed, "They said it wasn't their taste." he said a sad pout on his face.

"Harry" You took his hand in your making his head snap up to your face, "You will get a better label, I assure you. You're talented and smart man don't let one thing tear you down" You squeezed his hand and let it go.

"Thank you" He said. Harry brought his hand you were holding to his other one and held onto it, held onto your warmth to feel it as long as he could.

Ro's absence highlighted the awkward silence between you two. Harry sat on the end of couch sipping his drink and you on other end peeling off your nail polish.

"The dress is pretty, you look beautiful" Harry said looking at you shyly.

"Thank you. You look good too for a shrek" You joked making him let out a dry chuckle and the silence was back. You decided you had enough so you go to stand up and be anywhere but here when he stopped you.

Harry paniced when he saw you stand up. He had to make it right he had no other choice than that. Even if he couldn't have you as lover he wanted his best friend back.

"Y/N" He called you weakly and stood up, you turned around to face him, "I- Can we talk?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

You gave him a hesitant nod and made your way towards your room.

Harry followed you like a lost puppy cause that's what he felt like he was. You were the one who would knock on his head whenever he would do something stupid. He was a lost cause without you, you were his light, his inspiration, his muse, his everything.

And he was going to do everything to get you back.

*****

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Moonlight Chicken Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

It's been an incredible week reacting to this show, and I've been particularly enjoying some of analysis from @telomeke and @respectthepetty, particularly this examination of the film Jim can't watch anymore. I'm also taken with how much homage and respect for film tradition that exists before them permeates Aof's work; there's a quality to this show that reminds me of Wong Kar-Wai that I can't exactly place yet.

Last time, we learned that Praew was pregnant, and Mark Pakin made me cry when Saleng received the dowry Jim acquired for him. Jim currently can't afford car insurance, and backed into a pair of folks on a motorcycle. Wen paid the folks off, further connecting the two of them. Speaking of Wen, he and Gaipa are now at quiet war over Jim, who is definitely in danger. Elsewhere, Li Ming opened up to Wen about his desire to travel, and began bonding with Heart (and, coincidentally, our hearts).

We're opening with Wen's work with this mall to demolish all of the traditional and street vendors. Hate how this is happening everywhere. Even Americans want street food. Look at how popular food trucks are.

Chapter 3: The Dream of the Eternal Moon

Gaipa is not happy about his mom helping them convince people to sell their businesses, and seems to be holding his tongue. I think Khaotung said that Gaipa completed college, so it's possible that his mom isn't keen on keeping her stall because she thinks he can take care of himself.

Well she's not wrong about traditional neighborhoods becoming a tourist attraction, and demolition being a missed opportunity.

Gemini and Fourth have learned a lot in their training. They use their eyes really well for newcomers. Heart seems genuinely happy to teach someone else how to communicate with him. I also like how they only have one pad and pen. It's very clear who is trying to say something that way, and the other has to agree by surrendering the tools.

Saleng is never gonna miss a chance to tease Jim.

Jim's existence feels anti-modern in so many ways. Despite his struggles, he donates to a community event and refuses promotion. You can see it affecting Wen, because it makes him uncomfortable to wear his work badge in the face of so much local camaraderie.

I like Jim's half-joking, practical view on faith. It's something he turns to when he's troubled, and believes helps him; or he convinces himself that they have already helped.

When will a man look at me the way Wen and Jim look at each other?

Oh snap a flashback. So Papang gets to play the man who made Jim give up on love? They took the risk to open this business together, and now he's gone?

Why would Beam leave his phone unlocked if he's seeing someone else?

How long has Jim conflated his failed romance with the beef he has with his homophobic sister?

At least the landlord came face to face to talk about the future of the diner. It also seems like he just assumes he can have whatever food he wants?

I'm with Li Ming. Why does a man with an upscale bike and is planning to sell off their livelihood deserve a free meal?

I'd be angry if I was Jim, too. Sleeping with someone working to demolish your livelihood and community, and who you let into that world?

Gaipa and Jim may get along, but does Jim know of his mom's role in this as a facilitator? Also, not sure how to read Saleng looking at them from the balcony.

Li Ming is failing school, and it doesn't look optimistic.

I wonder if Fourth will be playing a loser in 23.5 degrees as well. Both of his characters we've seen recently aren't great students, and have a lot of obstacles in front of their dreams.

Man, I really hope tensions ease between Li Ming and Jim. I never like when the kids in our extended family circle are at odds with us like this.

Absolutely losing it over Li Ming's Sesame Street "Everything I know I leaned on The Street" shirt.

I like how careful Wen is with Li Ming. He only asks questions so Li Ming can voice his frustrations, and then gives a gentle nudge to express those feelings clearly to Jim.

It's really clever to show Li Ming picking up on sign language as he's struggling with school. Shows that he's not dumb; he's just unmotivated with school.

Also, we can confirm that the chin thing is a Fourth thing with Gemini.

Not keen on the teens raiding the liquor cabinet, but I don't see Li Ming resisting a cute boy.

Interesting, this is Wen's stepdad, and he offers useful perspective on managing complicated romances.

"We're just friends," he says as he drinks Jim's beer of choice.

Oh no, the teens think they're clever by watering down the liquor.

Again, it's interesting seeing Gemini and Fourth twice right now, because Fourth looks down at Gemini's lips at similar timing as in My School President.

I feel like Fourth must have grown after filming this. Gemini seems taller than him here more than he does in MSP.

This notion of a hard life in America being better than life in Thailand is hinted at in The Warp Effect as well, and reflects conversations we've had with Thai friends we have locally.

Wen is tactful. Jim draws the class line between them, and Wen doesn't challenge it.

Aof wasn't lying. Fourth and Gemini are very cute together.

Very excited about the secret sleepover.

We finally see Alan. Hello, First Kanaphan, my beloved.

Drama tomorrow! À demain!

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Morally Grey - Part II: Hard Drive

Fandom: TRR x Mission: Impossible II

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series: Morally Grey

Synopsis: Drake drives after Harper and things get wild, in more ways than one...

Word count: 3,700

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, road rage, all kinds of dangerous driving do not try this at home)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: So, I apparently had too much fun writing Game of Thieves, so after I finished it, my mind decided that it would be great idea to create a follow-up exploring the car-chase scene from Drake's POV. So, here we are! There will probably be two more parts after this.

A/N2: The clip (for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, or doesn't remember) is below. Enjoy!

"Dammit..." I cuss under my breath as she drives off.

As asset recruitment went, that had crashed and burned like the Hindenburg.

Not that I strictly know why I need to recruit her in the first place.

Apart from the very clear directive I received in my mission brief.

...you may select any two team members, but it is essential that the third team member be Harper Gale. She is a civilian, and a highly capable professional thief. You have forty-eight hours to recruit Miss Gale and meet me in Stormholt to receive your assignment...

In and of itself, such an instruction — while rare — isn't that left field. Because even though IMF prefers to operate in the shadows, there are times when the mission parameters call for third-party assists. To gain access. To throw off suspicion. To provide specialist expertise.

So, over the years, I've found myself teaming up with all manner of civilians — from world-renowned scientists, through morally shady politicians, all the way down to your entry-level gang-banger in order  to get a mission over the line.

But Gale isn't any of those things. She's a common thief. Admittedly a drop-dead gorgeous and bitingly sassy thief who's quick on her feet... but a common thief nevertheless. And those are a dime a dozen. In both IMF, and the underworld.

So, that doesn't explain why Constantine has gone to such pains to single her out as a mission-critical part of this assignment.

Which means that he obviously knows something I don't.

But I'm not gonna find out what by standing on the Beaumonts' drive like a moron.

"Hey, Pete," I call, turning back around. "One more for you."

The valet manager deftly catches the token that I toss to him. "Right away, Mr Dallas."

"Thanks," I acknowledge as I pull out my phone.

One of the upsides of having had to pretend to be the Beaumonts' external security consultant over the past couple of days is that I'm now on a first name basis with most of the staff.

Which definitely pays dividends when you need something done quick.

Like I do now.

Unlocking the encrypted device while Pete radios through for my ride, I tap on the tracking app and enter the number that I pulled off her phone while waiting for her to crack the safe.

Because somehow, I'd known I'll end up in this exact situation.

After a few moments' calibration, the software throws up a map with a flashing red dot in the centre.

I feel the corner of my mouth twitch. You can run, but you can't hide, girl...

"Your vehicle, Mr Dallas," advises the valet, pulling up in front of me.

"Perfect timing," I grin, pulling my wallet out to extract some notes to stuff into his breast pocket as he exits the car.

"Oh, th-thank you, sir," he stammers, clearly unaccustomed to receiving a healthy tip for his services.

"You're welcome," I nod, getting behind the wheel of the Porsche 918 Spyder.

Besides the fact that the average Joe's manning these kinds of events made fuck all money while the guests drank champagne costing several grand a pop, it always paid to cultivate goodwill with the staff. Not just from a common decency point of view, but also because you never know when you’re gonna need their eyes and ears.

So, parting with a couple hundred Euros, or a favour, in exchange for potentially priceless intel down the line is always a fair trade in my book.

"Have a wonderful evening!" enthuses the still star-struck valet as he closes the driver's side door 'round.

"Yeah. We'll see about that," I mutter under my breath as I slot my phone into the cup holder at the top of the centre console.

The evening hasn't exactly gone to plan so far...

But, as Constantine likes to say, this was Mission: Impossible, not Mission: Difficult.

Which means that even though Gale would probably like nothing more than to shoot me on sight, I have to go after her. And somehow convince her to change her mind.

Otherwise, I'm gonna be up shit creek with this mission...

...and with Constantine.

And neither of those things is something I'm particularly keen on letting happen. Now, or ever.

So, pressing my foot down, I throw the car into drive and take off with a throaty roar as the naturally aspirated 4.6-liter V-8 kicks the 608 horses under the hood to life.

And, despite the height of the stakes, I feel a grin spread over my face.

Fuck, this car's something else!

Thanks to the less-than routine nature of my work, I frequently find myself behind a wheel. Planes, trains, automobiles — I've driven them all. But I can still count on one hand the machines that have simply taken my breath away.

And the 918 is one of them.

Because despite the fact that it doesn't come with the covetous price tag of a Koenigsegg, or the iconic lines of a Ferrari, the 918 is still a work of art. Not only does it go like shit off a shovel, but it also handles like a dream. Which means you're not crapping yourself every time a high-speed corner comes around.

And for these unlit, backcountry roads that I'm about to drive, that is critical.

Reaching the end of the gravel-lined drive, I spin the car out onto the main road and open up the throttle.

Gale is already a good few miles ahead of me, and — based on the way she hightailed it off the estate earlier — has no intention of slowing down. So, I'm gonna have to step on it if I want to keep pace with her.

As even though I have a lock on her carrier signal, her phone could be a burner — she could decide to turn it off, trash it, or leave it in a dumpster somewhere. And I'm up against the clock, so I don't have time to play hide-and-seek across the width of the continent with her.

Probably shouldn't've told her about the alarm...

But, hindsight's always 20-20.

Not that that necessarily would've changed my decision.

Because despite the fact that I need her professional skill set, I couldn't let her swindle the Duke out of his priceless heirloom. For one, it had merely been convenient bait. And for another, next week's auction is all that stood between the Beaumonts and bankruptcy.

And while I may operate in the shadows, I'm not a complete ass.

Plus, I'd wanted to be up front with her. From the very start.

Because nothing sinks a team like secrets and bad blood. And I'd much rather deal with any potential fallout now, before the start of the actual mission, than smack, bang in the middle of it when a lack of trust has the potential to claim actual lives.

And — if I'm being honest with myself — I kinda like the chase. It makes the eventual win taste that much sweeter.

Especially with a firecracker like Gale.

I swallow an inadvertent groan as my mind falls back to the feel of her pressed up against me in the tub, her eyes flashing with defiance, and a hint of—

I shake my head. Focus, Walker.

But the Beaumonts' unexpected interruption had been worth it. Because it'd convinced me that despite her civilian status, she has exactly the right combination of brains and balls needed to not only stay alive, but actually be an asset on this mission.

But, I don't have her yet. And if I'm gonna finish reeling her in, timing will be key.

So, as I spot a pair of Mercedes tail lights in the darkness, I ease off the gas.

Because her emotions are already running high and I don't want to spook her further by making her think that she's being tailed.

Especially not on these blind-spot riddled roads, in the middle of the night, where one moment of inattention could easily become your last.

And what I definitely don't need right now is my mark ending up in the ER — or worse, the morgue — because I let the heat of the moment get the better of me.

Best that I just hang back, let the dust settle, and re-engage upon arrival at our destination. When she's hopefully calmer.

Key word — hopefully.

Because let's face it. I'd be pretty pissed off too if some asshole'd fucked me out of a six-figure payday.

So, I can't exactly blame her for her explosive reaction.

But, unfortunately for her, there's a lot more at stake here than a jewellery heist gone wrong. The mission brief wouldn't have landed on Constantine's desk unless all hell is about to break loose.

Better pray this girl's got a conscience...

Rounding the bend, we come upon the lights of the town of Ramsford.

But, despite the fact that we're entering an urban environment, Gale blows past the 50 km/h speed limit sign like it doesn't exist.

"Christ, girl..." I grumble under my breath.

And even though I told myself mere minutes ago that I was gonna hang back and give her space, as I see her whip the roadster 'round a narrow corner at breakneck speed, I find myself throwing my original plan out the window as I press pedal to the metal to keep pace with her.

Because while I don't want to lose her, I also know that engaging in a midnight drag race through the streets Ramsford's only gonna result in one thing — the cops coming out of the woodworks to breathe down our neck, and Gale even more pissed off at me than she is already.

So, I need a Plan B.

Skimming my thumb over the controls on the steering wheel, I pull up her number and hit dial...

...and pray that I can talk some sense into her.

The ring of the pending call echoes out from the Spyder's infotainment system once... twice... thrice...

She finally picks up after the fifth ring. "Hello...?"

"Would it kill you to slow down?" I ask dryly.

I see her stiffen as her gaze flies up to the rear view mirror in disbelief.

I flash my headlights at her in response.

"How the hell did you get this number?" she demands as she manages to find her voice again.

"You got your tricks, I got mine," I tell her simply, easing up on the gas slightly as I pull up behind her.

"Yeah, you're a regular David Copperfield," she snarks down the line.

"I prefer Darren Brown, personally..."

"Hmm..." she purrs. "Then you're really gonna love this trick."

The call goes dead.

I shake my head with a scoff. 15-Love to Gale.

But the match ain't won yet. And I'm not backing off that easy.

So, hitting redial on her number, I wait for the call to reconnect...

...but all I get is radio silence.

"You wanna play it like that, huh?" I say under my breath as I swing the Spyder out into the oncoming lane.

Luckily, at this hour, the roads are deserted. But that doesn't means that they're gonna stay that way for long. Which means the time for games is up.

Opening up the throttle, I force my car up alongside hers. Raising my voice so that it'll carry over the roar of the engines, I shout, "Pull over and listen to me, will ya? Just listen!"

"Yeah!" she scoffs in reply. "'Cause that worked out so well for me last time!"

"You walked away, remember?" I remind her. "Can't guarantee that'll be the case next time 'round."

Her gaze snaps defiantly to mine. "Is that a threat?"

"It's simple maths!" I tell her. "You can't evade the law forever! Especially not with a Red Notice hanging over you. But if you help me, I can make all that go away."

"Go aw—?" Her eyes suddenly widen. "Holy shit! You're a spy!"

I answer her with a self-deprecating shrug. It paid the bills.

She recollects herself to throw me a sly look. "Prove it!"

Without warning, she rams her Mercedes into me.

"Jesus fuck!" I cuss as the Sypder lurches to the side from the impact, its rims scraping the curb.

Flipping me the bird, Gale punches the gas to dive back in front of me, whipping her car 'round a tight bend.

Spitting profanities under my breath, I yank the Spyder back onto the road.

She wants to play rough? I'll play rough.

Throwing the engine over to sport mode, I reach for the seatbelt over my shoulder and click it into place as I throw the car after her, the rev counter on the dash going mental as the engine doubles down.

And despite the adrenaline-fuelled chase, I can't help but grin.

This girl's definitely something else...

And she's sure as hell determined to make me work for it. Or — at the very least — give me hell for the way I screwed her over back at the Beaumonts.

Either way, she's got my blood pumping, and she knows it.

Which makes me even more determined to catch her.

We hit a roundabout, and Gale looks like she's going straight over...

...but at the last second, she slams her car hard to the left to take the third exit instead, tires smoking as they battle for traction on the cobblestones.

"Shit," I cuss, twisting the wheel hard over to keep pace with her, the Porsche's Pirellis screeching in protest.

Exiting the roundabout, the road in front of us cuts suddenly to the left. Slamming on the breaks, Gale skids her Mercedes 'round the bend, the force of the manoeuvre kicking the roadster's tail out. Very narrowly missing a lamppost, she manages to right the car at the last second to barrel it down the start of a tight switch-back that led to the centuries-old bridge on the edge of the town.

"Sweet fucking Jesus, girl..." I gripe under my breath as I speed after her.

There's being cocky. And then there's being reckless. And the way she's driving, she's definitely tempting fate. Because there's only so many times you can luck out before your luck actually runs out.

Which means I have to figure out a way to stop her before she runs herself off the road.

Depressing the gas pedal again, I search for an opening that I can use to dive in front of her and force her to slow down. But she seems to anticipate my plan, and closes off the gap before I'm able to make use of it.

Grabbing the e-break, I rip it upwards, forcing the Spyder’s tail out as I skid the car 'round her, looking for a gap on the other side.

She rewards me for my efforts by ramming into me again, nearly sending me into the flimsy metal railing that lined the edge of the asphalt.

I feel my jaw tighten at her antics.

First time? Kinda cute. Second time, not so much.

Especially since there were only a grand total of 918 Spyders ever made, and I damn sure don’t want to be responsible for taking one out of commission.

So, I make the reluctant decision to back off again, biding my time until the road opened back up.

We hit the bottom of the switchback, engines blaring and tailpipes sweating, and she immediately punches it towards the old stone bridge that spans the Rams river.

"Better luck next time, Walker!" she calls over her shoulder.

But my attention isn't focused on her. "Watch the road, girl..."

She whips her head around at the last second to clock the rickety Fiat that had just pulled out from behind the blind corner, straight into her path.

Instinctively knowing that she isn’t gonna avoid a collision, she ditches the breaks to try and swerve the Mercedes 'round the hazard instead.

But her momentum is too great, she's forgotten to account for the oversteer...

...and she descends into a tailspin.

"Fuck..." I curse under my breath.

All rational thought evaporates as my adrenaline spikes and my faculties give over to raw instinct.

I gotta save her.

Barrelling the Spyder after her without any semblance of a plan, the only thing I'm focused on is stopping her before she hits the bridge... or worse, the river.

The nose of her car whips past me, and I wrench the wheel to the right, clipping her bumper.

The off-the-cuff interference is enough to change the course of her trajectory, helping prevent her getting wrapped around the stone pillar at the foot of the bridge.

But the Merc's still freewheeling out of control.

Jerking the Porsche 'round, I slam it into the side of her car, trying to use the weight of my vehicle as a ballast to counteract her momentum.

But we're still going too fast.

We go flying down the narrow concourse of the bridge, like a pair of buzzards locked together in a high-stakes dance, speeding towards our fate.

The force of the impact whips her head around. She catches my gaze, and despite the low light, I see the sheer terror in her hazel-green irises...

...and the world around me condenses down to a single point.

Her.

The bridge, the cars, the entirety of my being fades to inconsequence in the face of the nakedness of her vulnerability.

I'm barely even conscious of my actions as I battle against the inevitable, trying to keep a lock on the steering wheel that’s threatening to jump out of my hands, feathering the throttle with a mix of reflex and dogged defiance in an attempt to alter the course of our trajectory, to slow us down, to narrowly avert disaster.

Because even though I know in the furthest recesses of my mind that I'm engaged in a fool's errand, like Icarus, I'm too much of a stubborn ass to back down.

Especially when I know that I'm literally the only thing standing between her and death.

The Merc hits the curb and slams into the low stone wall lining the side of the bridge. The centuries-old mortar crumbles under the weight of the impact, falling away into the ravine below.

But — whether by the grace of God or blind, dumb luck — the red roadster somehow catches itself on the mess of granite and skids to a stop, suspended over the edge of the bridge.

Only... there's no Gale in the driver's seat.

Throwing the seatbelt off, I leap across the seats into the Merc, where I find the driver's side door flapping over the darkness with Gale hanging on for dear life.

"Ahhh...!" she squeaks, scrambling for non-existent purchase as she tries to maintain her hold on the elbow rest...

...but I can see she's slipping.

Knowing that we're fast running out of time, I throw myself forward, reaching for her.

"Harper!"

Her eyes snap to mine, and I can see the fear and desperation welling within.

Latching onto the top of the door with one hand to anchor myself into place, I snap a hold around her wrist with the other and heave her back up.

"I got you, girl..."

Clearing the side of the car, her free hand shoots out to tangle into the material of my shirt as I pull her toward me. She crashes against me with a sob of relief, knocking me backwards into the seat.

She lands on top of me, trembling, and I wrap my arm around her, holding her to me, heart hammering as I stare up into the night sky, trying to catch my breath.

Her quaking form sink against me as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, fingers still latched onto my shirt, our hands still entwined.

Sweet Jesus, that was close...

"You okay?" I ask, running my hand over the arch of her back questioningly.

"Yeah," she nods shakily, not quite meeting my eye as she quickly wipes the wetness from her cheeks.

"Hey," I say softly, reaching up to cup her face in my palm. "It's—"

"I feel like such an idiot..." she grumbles.

"Well, you're the one who decided to Mad Max it through Ramsford like a—"

"Shut up!" she reproaches, smacking me on the chest.

"Christ! I save your ass twice and this is the thanks I get?"

"I didn't need saving!" she counters, laying into me again.

"The evidence points to the cont— Ow!"

"The only reason I'm in this mess at all is because of you!" she cuts in heatedly. "If you hadn't shown up tonight I'd—"

"Probably got caught anyway..."

"Fuck you!" she shouts, giving me a shove. "Why can't you just take 'no' for an answer, instead of chasing after me like some—"

"For fuck’s sake..." I grit, grabbing her by the back of the neck to yank her towards me.

Her eyes widen, but before she has a chance to protest, our mouthes have crashed together like cars in a freeway pile-up — violently, hazardously — the unexpected brush with death and the heart-thumping chase beforehand having already kicked both our pulses into overdrive.

And as our lips meet, that pent-up tension explodes like a flash-bang.

Her teeth scrape against mine with an intensity that's almost feral, even as I feel her body press into mine, her nails raking over my shirt.

My tongue thrusts past hers forcefully to claim the coveted warmth of her mouth, coaxing a soft moan from her as my free hand glides down her body to clamp onto her backside, pulling her to me hungrily as I throw every rule I'd ever been taught out the window.

Never get involved.

Well, too late for that.

Because I'm sure as shit involved now.

The story continues in Part 3 - Russian Roulette.

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Untitled YA Novel Chapter 13: Queue Up Some Good Danger Music

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11:57 AM local time

Oceanic Institute, Miami, Biscayne, United States

Getting into the grounds of the Institute was easy, there were no guards and the parking lot was almost empty. It didn't help that they knew they were going into the heart of the Silence.

The door was still unlocked from where Alt's team went in. With Hira taking the lead, they went in, trying to remain quiet.

"I know we are supposed to be stealthy and stuff," Mike said outloud. "But this is creepy and I want to know the second we hit the Silence so I'm going to play some danger music."

Justin nodded after giving a little shrug. It made sense. The Silence made it so no sound traveled. They couldn't hear them coming. And if Alt was around, they could hear the group. "It makes sense."

Hira shrugged and moved forward.

Mike scrolled for a moment on his phone before hitting play. 'Good 4 U' started playing from the small speaker in his phone.

"This is your danger music?" Justin asked.

Mike got indignant. "What? This is a great song!"

"That's not the point. Oh, never mind."

Hira at the front of the group would fly a few feet in front of the boys, check the corners and then move forward.

The entrance they took led them into part of the building with offices. There were lots of cubicles in the middle of the wide room, and closed door offices and conference rooms along the walls.

It's really weird seeing this building this empty," Justin muttered.

"There's no sign of Alt or the team in this room," Hira said when the boys caught up to her.

"If we go through those doors," Justin pointed, "we go into the main lobby area. We can then go upstairs and into presumably some offices. I don't know if I ever went upstairs. Or we can keep going and go into the labs and pools."

"Let's take a look and see what we can see," Hira said.

Mike didn't say anything, he just sent off a quick text in the group chat. "Cubicles empty. No sign of Alt. Can still hear."

Hira cracked open the door to the lobby and peered through. She couldn't see anything but she did notice some movement on the second floor. A door looked like it was just closing.

"Something upstairs," Hira said in a whisper, even through the upbeat tempo of Mike's 'stealth playlist'.

"What?" he asked from his position behind Justin.

"Something upstairs," Hira repeated louder. "Something moving."

"We should check it out," Justin said, but didn't move. Mike agreed and waited for those in front of him ot move as he quickly texted the group what was happening, keeping Mister Collins informed.

"Follow me," Hira said.

She moved into the big open lobby, quickly scanned the entire area, doing what Rafe kept trying to teach her and used both sets of eyes to scan for detail and movement. Nothing reached her notice so she signaled the boys to follow her as she quickly flew up to the top of the stairs that lead to the second floor.

"This is ridiculous isn't it?" Mike asked as Justin and him ran up the stairs still crouching a little bit to try and be quiet and everything.

"Yeah, but so is your 'infiltration playlist'," Justin remarked.

"You got a problem with Beyonce?"

"No, it's a good song," Justin said, "but it doesn't feel very stealthy."

"These songs are for all occasions I'll have you know."

Justin rolled his eyes as he joined Hira by the door. She pulled it open slowly and peered inside.

She immediately spotted a few zlilfians on the ground and some people moving further down the hallway.

"They're here," she said.

Mike quickly texted Mister Collins.

"I saw a couple of the team members down, and some movement further away."

"Should we go in there and try to pull them back?" Justin asked.

"Yes. And hit anyone that gets too close that isn't one of us," Hira instructed.

Justin and Mike nodded.

Hira opened the door and right away Justin saw exiting one of the lab rooms 30 feet down the hallway was his dad.

"Dad!"

"Found team n Justin's dad. Also bad guys gotta fight bye!!!!" Mike quickly texted Mister Collins. He felt the phone vibrate multiple times as the song ended.

"I gotta get my dad!" Justin said and ran into the room just as the song changed over. It took a moment to realize that he stopped hearing whatever Mike was playing next as he entered the aura of silence.

He ignored it and ran down the hallway towards his dad. But he was stopped short by a big burly man stepping in front of him. He looked like someone who might work security at a secure research facility.

He looked down at Justin and the teenager quickly backed up as the silent man advanced on him, hands out, intent on catching him.

"Remember when you said," came the song as Justin backed out of the silence aura.

"Oh crap," Mike muttered as he and Hira pulled out their weapons.

Justin ducked under a swing from the big man as Hira and Mike advanced with their clubs and hit him straight in the chest.

But the burly man didn't seem to register the blows at all.

Justin raised his arm with the zlilfian taser thing on it and moved his hand down in the gesture to fire it that Hira had taught him. A blue bolt of light shot out from the front of the taser and slammed into the man's chest. He twitched slightly and fell over, stunned.

"And good for you," the song continued.

"Oh crap, they see us," Mike pointed out.

This part of the building had labs on one side, and a wide open area with views down to the large pools and water tanks on the first floor. Across the gap, opposite to where they were standing was an entire group of other people gathering equipment from the labs. The light from Justin's taser alerted everyone to their presence.

Justin's dad saw the attack and hurriedly started to climb down to the first floor.

"Now you can be a better man..."

Justin ran to follow him, and Mike went after. Hira flew to the downed agents and saw that they were unconscious. But there were only two of them, the other three were missing.

They were immediately set on by a combination of humans and zlilfians. All with the same dull expression and lackluster compelled movements.

Hira jumped over the railing on the balcony and down on the head of one of the humans rushing the boys. She quickly dropped her with a sting to the back of the neck. The human's eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground.

Mike got into a duel with another security guard who drew a baton of his own.

Hira quickly went to go assist him by bashing her baton into the security guard's knee, which Mike followed up by smashing his own baton into their head.

"Sorry!" he yelled as the guard crumpled to the ground.

"Well good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me," rang out the phone as the Silence Aura moved back away from the teens and their assault.

They charged forward again, once again into the Silence. Justin pointed his taster at a zlilfian he saw flying at him. The blue light erupted from his wrist and hit the flying person square in the chest, dropping them straight to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Mike fought off a zlilfian that had tried to come from behind them, and Hira was avoiding a stinger of a djargandin who was taller than her by a few inches. They were quick with their stinger, so Hira was hoping that their toxin potency was as law as it usually was for djargandins.

"Well screw that and screw you"

Justin looked out across the pools and saw there were a bunch of people, presumably still in the aura loading up equipment and things and taking them out of the area.

His dad was heading that way, with what looked like a computer tower in his hands.

Hira flew backwards a few feet and then rushed forward before her opponent had a chance to react to the distance change and slammed her weapon into their chest. She quickly followed it up with another sting. There was a lethargy she was starting to feel with her stinger. She knew that she had, maybe, one good sting left.

Mike had position himself so that when he charged forward and pushed his opponent, they fell into a pool with a now very perturbed manatee.

"And good for you, it's like you never even met-" the song cut off as the aura pushed past them again, and suddenly they were back in utter silence.

Justin pushed Mike down as a taser blast rushed by where he had just been standing.

Hira saw the bright blast and quickly took cover behind some boxes of diving equipment.

Mike took out his phone. "What do we do now?"

"I have to get my dad!" Justin texted back furiously as another blue bolt soared over their heads.

"We don't know what's going on here," Hira said. "The aura keeps moving. And we haven't seen Alt yet."

"What are you doing there?" demanded Mister Collins. "Don't fight them! Retreat! Now!"

They all collectively dropped him from the group chat.

"My dad might know what is going on. If we can get him we can learn what they are doing," Justin texted.

"Then we go. Be careful," Hira responded.

"If you ever cared to ask"

When the teens looked up most of the silenced people had retreated to the far end of the room, most carrying equipment they were stealing from the Institute.

"They're trying to leave," Justin said as he rushed after them, and his dad.

The group quickly followed the fleeing Silenced. Justin shot off another taser blast, just missing the last of the group fleeing out the back door.

Mike got to the door a second after it closed, and slammed it open. The heat and sunshine of the Miami day hit them a moment later.

"Good for you" the song chorused again.

After blinking for a moment to let their eyes adjust, they saw that the Silenced were trying to load up a bunch of equipment into one of the research vessels the Institute owned.

Justin spotted his dad by the boat. Hira also spotted Rafe amid the crowd. And she realized she had a choice to make. Did she help out Justin and try to rescue his dad, or did she try to rescue her friend?

In some part of her mind Hira knew that she had to help out Justin and his dad. The Silence was the enemy of the zlilfians. The humans were collateral damage, unwitting pawns in an ancient war that they didn't deserve to be involved in. She had to help them out. And as much as she felt responsibility for Rafe... well Rafe could handle herself.

Hira flew over to help Mike and Justin.

i have a kofi

find me on pillowfort

[bisquid]

I feel like the increasing predominance of touchscreens is an inverse curb cut effect

Like, yes it's most bad for the disabled, but it's also wildly inconvenient for abled people, too

My car has literally got physical buttons or dials for EVERYTHING. I can do anything from turning the radio up to changing the aircon entirely by feel, in the dark, without looking

The electric car my dad leases has a huge incredibly bright touchscreen where the radio would be in a normal car. You HAVE to look at it to use it, and even though the car also has physical dials for the aircon, using them wakes up the touchscreen to display the changed settings. This is actively dangerous at night, because it's INCREDIBLY BRIGHT and fucks with your night vision. It also means you can't see the satnav for like a minute, which can be a long time in some circumstances.

My old MP3 player had a lil display I could choose playlists and tracks and stuff with but also physical buttons, so I could pause or skip or whatever without looking and without waking the screen, a godsend when I'm in bed trying to sleep or suddenly need to hear the real world. My phone doesn't have that, so in order to pause a song I have to wake the phone up, unlock the screen, and (if I'd remembered to lock the screen while on Spotify) pause the track. This both takes longer and, if I'm in bed trying to sleep - WHICH IS MY PRIMARY MUSIC TIME - stabs me in the eyeballs with bright light.

I tried to use a ticket machine a couple of weeks ago, because the touchscreen wouldn't register any inputs in an invisible area directly over the 'pay now' and 'cancel' buttons. I had to change to the only remaining 'old style' machine, which had buttons next to the screen like an ATM.

My friend has a camera with a touch sensitive display screen and keeps accidentally changing settings with her nose when she looks through the viewfinder.

Touchscreens add $$ to the price of any object, are incredibly fragile and prone to failure, often make the object harder to use, and these days tend to come bundled with a whole host of other 'conveniences' most people would rather NOT have.

Replacing physical buttons and controls with touchscreens also means removing accessibility features. Physical buttons can be textured or have Braille and can be located by touch and don't need to be pressed with a bare finger. Touchscreens usually require precise taps and hand-eye coordination for the same task.

Many point-of-sale machines now are essentially just a smartphone with a card reader attached and the interface. The control layout can change at a moment's notice and there are no physical boundaries between buttons. With a keypad-style machine, the buttons are always in the same place and can be located by touch, especially since the middle button has a raised ridge on it.

Buttons can also be located by touch without activating them, which enables a "locate then press" style of interaction which is not possible on touchscreens, where even light touches will register as presses and the buttons must be located visually rather than by touch.

When elevator or door controls are replaced by touch screens, will existing accessibility features be preserved, or will some people no longer be able to use those controls?

Who is allowed to control the physical world, and who is making that decision?

[dnangelic]

Daisuke's phone rings with a text from Sirin.

[TXT]: hey

there is no response for almost an hour after that. No real telling what

she could have been doing on the other end, or even after disappearing following the kiss from earlier.

Another text arrives shortly after.

[TXT]: im rlly sorry about lkeaving u there like that[t

[TXT]: i didnt mean what i said

[TXT]: i'll be over soon i just freaked out. pls dont b mad

@remunporium

time passes , but the niwa remains right where he is . behind locked door , refusing all guests and skipping dinner , the childish book of happy romances left untouched and abandoned , just like any attempt to rid himself of the twin black wings that remained in soft , closed lumps beneath what blanket he's cowled over his head . the fact that he had initially intended to transform back had long already become one of the furthest concerns from his mind anymore . each throb of his heart dully stung and ached , his head hurt , and for every memory was an equal , perpetual worry : what if sirin never spoke to him again ?

even dark , whether feeling equally perplexed and discouraged or merely patient over the matter , had left him in a heavy silence . all the way up until daisuke's phone chimes and he quietly goads the other : ( daisuke , check . ) reluctant , he hesitates at first . then , the smallest ounce of hope encourages him to move . under both curse and crushing emotion , his usually light body seemed as heavy and hampered as if he were wading through a swamp ... but everything lifts the instant he lays eyes on the single message , and its single word .

she doesn't hate me ! ... at least , not enough to give up on ever speaking to him again !

his own responses return in a flurry .

[✉]: sirin! [✉]: you're okay! [✉]: thank goodness! [✉]: i was so worried!

--- and then begins the long , prickly wait . between the time that had just passed in a hopeless daze and the way it passed now , electrocuted and buzzing with his thoughts and frayed nerves , he wonders if he should have already started apologizing . was it what she was hoping for ? or would it have made him seem even worse ? lethargy has turned into a relentless pacing , and he steps back and forth , back and forth in the small space of his room . something like this had to be handled carefully , more carefully than anything else he had in his life , and it's while he frets that the rest of her messages finally arrive .

' ... '

[✉]: no, it was my fault. [✉]: there were a million better ways to have said something like that, it was my fault. i got impatient and messed everything up.

' ... '

[✉]: i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry. [✉]: but, i still want to see you. is that okay? [✉]: i'm not angry. i promise.

... but a sense of inexplicable shame still sweeps over him in an ice-cold wave . would this really be fine ? he's known that a part of sirin was dangerous , if not still uncontrolled by her , and it forced her to reject certain kindnesses and sentiments the same way the thought of helplessly transforming , over and over in front of her made his chest hurt with a strangled anxiety and choking self-consciousness . even so , it wasn't as if he could have just thrown his feelings away . the heat that overwhelms him before his back itches and his skin turns cold was its own inescapable proof , and unlocking his window , he doesn't try to reject these truths , or run away from his heart's sole desire .

[✉]: where are you? [✉]: i'll go to you. [✉]: actually, let's meet at the top of the clocktower.

wings spread , flap , and he abandons his room for the meeting place he's chosen . someplace high , far away from the town and its oblivious populace or the small , nosy crowd of his own family , should have been the best setting for a conversation as important as this . when he lands , it's gingerly , with a small tense to his brows ; a soft ache .

[✉]: i'll wait for you.

--- even if she wasn't ready now to face and squarely greet him right away , then he would quietly stay , for however long it might have taken .

[rosiesmuts]

Roadside Assistance

Male Reader x BLACKPINK Rose

Words: 650+

Quickie, very light edits

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"Rosie?"

Rosé lets out a sigh. She doesn't like when fans call her 'Rosie' since only her friends and family call her that. She sucks it up before turning towards the direction of the voice. She smiles, "Sorry I can't chat. I'm working right now and I only have a twenty minute break." Rosé turns around and starts walking away.

"Rosie." you repeat yourself, this time saying it more firmly. You can see her sigh before she turns around to face you again. "I'm sorry, I really don't hav…" she stops mid-sentence when you take off your large sunglasses. "Wha-what are you doing in Hawaii? Did you turn into some crazy sasaeng and start stalking me?"

"No! This is all a giant coincidence, I have an appointment to look at that house." You point at the house behind her with a for sale sign. "I'm thinking of renting it out as an investment."

She turns around and sees a giant for sale sign, "Oh, that's a relief. Is your appointment right now?"

"No, I arrived early to look around the rest of the neighborhood when I saw you."

"Unlock your car." Rosé demands of you. "We only have twenty minutes."

She pulls the backseat door handle and pushes you in. After straddling your lap, she closes and locks the door. She sloppily makes out with you while unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants. After sliding off your pants and freeing your cock, she lifts her body and slides off her safety shorts and panties.

Normally Rosé loved to tease you and ride you slowly, but you both have no time to waste. She spits into her hand and lubricates your cock. Holding it with one hand, she lines it up against her wet folds and lowers herself. She starts riding you wildly using her hand to muffle her moans. Your hands roam her body until you reach her breasts. In one swift motion, you raise her top above her cute breasts and start playing with them. When you suck on her pink nipples, she raises her hand against the roof and rides you even faster.

Even though the windows are tinted and no one can see inside, the truck starts swaying. You are both mortified when a guy walking his dogs turns his head towards the dark window, gives a ‘Aloha sign’, and says, "Mahalo Brudda!" The sense of danger only turns Rosé on more as she bounces faster on your cock. You feel her body tense up and she loudly moans directly in your ear as she reaches her orgasm. Hearing her sexy moan, followed by feeling her juices on your crotch, you're also close to the edge. "Rosie I'm gonna cum, where should I do it?"

"Just cum inside, I can't get these clothes dirty," as she rides you to completion. After you let out a moan, she feels your warm semen filling her up before climbing off you. As you pull your pants back up, she checks the time on her phone. "Oh shit, I was supposed to take photos for the photobook. Can you drive to another block so no one recognizes me?" She fixes her hair and outfit as you drive to a different neighborhood. Looking around to make sure no one is there, she steps out of the car and asks you to follow her. She hands you her phone before making various poses, looking flawless as if she didn't just ride the life out of you.

Deciding to be naughty, she left her safety shorts and panties off. Not wanting cum to leak down her thighs, she uses her skirt to hold it in.

[iguana-eyanna]

Inside of Your Light

Pairing: Jeff Wittek x Plus Size Model! Reader

Summary: The vlog squad threw you a special surprise for your birthday, including a big present that may change your life.

a/n: songfic What Have I Done by Dermont Kennedy

You woke up around 7 o'clock in the morning when your phone rang. You groggily grab it and see that your boyfriend, Jeff, started to facetime you. "Hello?" you whispered as your eyes tried to pry open.

"Happy Birthday, baby girl." Jeff said brightly, making you blush.

"Aww, thank you, Jeff. But why did you call me so early in the morning?" You joked as you started to sit up on your mattress. "Sorry, I'm at the gym at the hotel and I thought you'd be awake right now." Jeff replied sheepishly. Jeff got offered a brand deal in New York so he wasn't able to celebrate your special day in LA.

"It's ok, I was meaning to get dolled up a bit before Carley and Erin pick me up to get our nails done." You started to yawn as it made Jeff's heart melt a bit. "You're so cute when you wake up." he said, admiring how the sun hits the back of your head.

You smirk back at the screen as you playfully roll your eyes. “And to everyone else in the world, I’m Frankenstein coming back from the dead.” Jeff laughed harder as he smiled at you. “I gotta go and wrap my reps. Just wanted to wish my best girl an amazing day.” You blow him an air kiss as he winked back. “Love you, babes.” You said as you got out of bed. “Love you more,” Jeff said before he hung up the call.

You take a deep breath and thought how lucky you were to be with a guy like Jeff. You and Jeff joined the vlog squad around the same time a few years back. You were a plus-size model for a few companies like Fashion Nova and Pretty Little Thing. Once you started off your YouTube channel, Carley saw your videos and dmed you on Instagram to hang out sometime. You met up at a lunch with the group and she introduced you to everyone, but somehow caught Jeff’s eye.

The whole time, you and Jeff started to hit it off. Then with a lot of flirting and calling each other late at night, you both decided to make it official. Jeff thought you would turn him away due to his past, but you truly accepted him for his journey, even if it wasn’t pretty. Now you were going strong for about three years, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After you’ve gotten ready, Erin texted you that they were outside. You head out and enter their car as they began filming. “Hey, guys! We just picked up our queen, happy birthday!” You smile brightly as you buckle in the back. “Thank you guys!” you said. Carly turns back to you and gives you your favorite Starbucks drink and a cake pop. “Thought you could use a little sugary treat to start the day.” You make a small pout from the gesture, thanking her again.

On your way to the nail salon, you guys start talking about David’s latest antics as well as a fancy restaurant that just opened that you really wanted to try. The girls make a face at the camera but you didn’t make of it as you arrived at your appointment. Carly switches off the camera as you all started heading out of the car.

Once you were all done, you all started to fan over the amazing job of your nail artists (which you all generously tipped) and decided to go out for lunch. “Are we still clubbing tonight?” Carly asked as she sipped her Seltzer. You nod yes as you finished a bite of your appetizer. “Yep, I’m so excited to wear this cocktail dress Jeff gave me before he left. I just wished he was here to celebrate.” You said, fumbling with the end of a napkin in front of you.

The girls give you a sympathetic look, knowing how much you’ve been missing him the past couple of days. Even after they changed the subject, all you could think of was Jeff. But after a good meal and a little site seeing, you started to feel a bit better. The girls dropped you home so you could relax before clubbing the night away.

Right when it hit evening, you began getting ready as you curled your hair and did your makeup just right. You slipped on the dress Jeff gave you that adored every curve on your figure, silently thanking your boyfriend for his taste in fashion.

You suddenly hear a knock at the door, thinking it's one of the girls. You unlock the door and open it to reveal no other than your very well-dressed boyfriend. "Jeff! You're back!" You screamed as you gave him a crushing hug, later kissing him. "Hey, doll." Jeff whispered as you took his breath away, taking out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"What are you doing back home?" You asked, still dazed that's actually at your doorstep. "C'mon, did you really think I was going to miss my best girl's big day?" He questioned with a twinkle in his eye. You roll your eyes and hug him again, truly blessed to have such an amazing boyfriend.

"I'm here to pick you up to your destination, shall we?" He offers his hand that you gladly took it. He helps you in his car as you both drove off to the main road with his hand on your upper thigh. You notice that he doesn't take the road to the club. "Babe, I think you missed a turn." you told Jeff who was smirking even more at your cluelessness. "Don't worry dolI, I know where I'm going." he takes a hold of your hand and kisses your knuckle as you blush harder.

He then parks in a parking lot and goes out of the car to open your door. Before you could actually take in your surroundings, Jeff shielded your view. "Hey! Jeff seriously, where are we?" you lightly scolded him. "You gotta trust me now, okay?" you agreed as you grumbled under your breath. With a few more steps, you start to enter a doorway that was decorated with...

streamers?

Jeff takes his hands off and you see all of your friends surrounding you. "Happy Birthday!" they all screamed out loud. You smile from ear to ear as Jeff wrapped his arms around your waist. Utterly shocked, you did your best to express your happiness but you were beyond speechless.

You suddenly realized that the place you were in was the restaurant you've desperately wanted to try and you turn around to Jeff who was beaming at your joy. "All for you, baby girl." his husky voice told you as you hugged him, pecking his face with kisses. Then, all of your friends ushered you both in to dine and dance. You saw how the entire restaurant had accents of rose gold decorations, as well as your friends wearing the same color palette.

Although this surprise was really touching, something was bothering you. Usually, they would throw parties like these for David, so why would they celebrate something big for you?

Later on, you all ate the most mouth-watering food as well as dancing to your favorite songs. Once they take out the birthday cake, you lose sight of Jeff. You ask Carly where he is but she brushed it off, saying that he's probably getting you a drink. As you started to dish out the cake, David stood up and clinked a knife to a glass.

"Hey everyone! If I could get your attention please." David shouted as the whole party calmed down. "There is a special surprise waiting outside on the back patio for our birthday girl, so could our celebrant please wear a blindfold?" Everyone started to cheer except for you. "I swear David if it's a wild animal..." you warned him but it was too late. One of the guys used a long fabric to cover your eyes, guiding you outside.

They take off the blindfold to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you. You don't understand what's going on until you see a flower arch in the back of him, with a message illuminating "Marry Me." You gasp lightly as you cover your mouth with your eyes starting to water.

Jeff takes your shaking hands into his, ready to start his speech. “I wasn't really in New York for a brand deal, I was picking up your birthday gift.”

He then lowers himself on one knee, taking out a small pastel pink box to reveal a beautiful gold band decorated with transcendent diamonds. Both of you start to cry, but Jeff is literally a mess as he tries to finish his words.

“Before I met you, I thought I’d be better off alone. Now, my soul has been torn and reborn, started breathing for the very first in my life. As I’m standing in front of you, I wanna get it right for once.

Oh, believe me when I say I've been knocked out and beat but this feeling is fleeting. Even this morning, I've been thinking 'bout the way you smile golden…I want to move inside of your light.

I never thought I needed saving, I was right where I should be Good God, I know it's dangerous, but it's you that I need I'm in love this time. So, do you wanna be mine forever?”

You uncover your mouth and shake your head.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes." you said. The waterworks literally overcame both of you as he slid the ring around your finger, getting up to kiss your lips. Your friends cheer as they close up to you, firing confetti cannons into the air. You look up to Jeff as you wiped away his happy tears away from his face.

No words were exchanged, but you could tell through his eyes that he was forever grateful for you to be a part of his life. You both kiss again, ending the night with great friends and memories that will forever last in the video Joe has been recording for Jeff's channel (which trended 14 million on YouTube for a whole month).

You were the light in his life and he will bask in it for eternity.

[sn4pping]

None   of   this   was   Lydia's   personality.   She   felt   like   a   spectator   in   a   story   that   wasn't   hers.   But   the   handsome   man   in   front   of   her   frightened   her.   However,   she   knew   very   well   that   this   was   what   he   wanted.   Her   blue,   sparkling   eyes   remained   fixed   on   his   face   as   she   listened   intently   to   his   unmistakable   words.   One   wrong   move   could   cost   her   her   life.   She   was   not   stupid   enough   not   to   understand   that.   As   long   as   he   didn't   trust   her,   she   would   always   be   in   danger.   She   wiped   away   her   tears   with   one   hand.   It   was   time   to   stand   up   for   herself.   Lydia   took   a   deep   breath   and   stood   up.   The   man   was   taller   and   broader   than   her.   And   yet   she   tried   to   push   her   shoulders   back   to   make   herself   taller.    "I   can   offer   you   something."   She   took   her   cell   phone   out   of   her   pocket,   unlocked   it,   and   held   it   out   to   the   man.   "You   can   have   my   number,   and   you   can   track   me.   I...   I   can   put   the   police   on   a   wrong   trail.   If   I   just   make   up   a   description,   they'll   be   looking   for   someone   who   doesn't   exist.   You'd   have   to   hurt   me   to   make   it   look   real."   She   thought   for   a   moment   and   then   became   even   more   serious.   “Or   you   could   make   me   the   prime   suspect   and   help   me   disappear...   forever.   Another   country,   another   continent.”

Diego just wanted to get this over with and be done with it. While he did believe she was telling the truth, he couldn’t take any risks here. Too much had been at stake. He watched as she obeyed and sat down on the bed, his eyes carefully observing her every move; every gesture and even the slightest change in her expression. “Good. Now tell me, what do you suggest we do now? “ Not that she had much of a say in it but he was just curious to see her point of view. He listened to her words and nodded only slightly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Damn right you won’t. Because if you did, I would have to find you and believe me, I will find you.” Pausing briefly, he closed some of the distance between them. Now standing in front of the bed where she was sitting, he looked down at her, his eyes dark and serious. “I have friends too, Lydia. Very powerful and dangerous friends. If you tell a single soul about any of this; about me, I promise you I will know before you can even count to three and trust me, you will not like the consequences snitching entails.” Her question made him laugh a little and he shook his head deliberately. “Do I look like the kind of guy you could convince of anything?” Raising his brows at her, he huffed dramatically, before he continued his speech. “Darlin’, I trust no one. There’s nothing you can do. I’ll keep an eye on you and not just me. But don’t worry, as long as you don’t give me any reason to change my mind, nothing’s going to happen to you.” Diego finally let her catch a breath.

[pascalslittlebrat]

Requesting a continuation of at first sight. Begins with Pedro feeling nervous of she'd call. Maybe he sees her doing things outside like in the market or something and doesn't approach her but he is so in love now.❤️❤️. Couple of days before she calls while he is a nervous mess. She is shy.They go on a date. I don't know lots of fluff..pining. ❤️❤️

Sorry this took a while to get to dear. With your request and the want of others for another part, I give you all this. May y’all enjoy, this ended up longer than expected but i’m such a sucker for fluff and softness xo

At First Sight-Part 2

Warnings: mentions of food and wine, very mild tiny bit of language, just lots of fluff and softness

Pairing: Mobster!Pedro Pascal x reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 4664

Part 1

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Pedro sat on his couch, a boxing match playing on his TV screen, he was barely even watching it. He kept glancing at his phone. It had been a week since he had gone to visit you and he was still waiting for your call. One hand was holding a glass of whiskey, resting on his couch’s arm rest, the other beside him, tapping the screen of his phone every few minutes to make sure he hadn’t missed any message. If anyone asked him how the match was going he wouldn’t have an answer, his mind was too busy thinking about you as he bitterly took sips from his glass.

Any time his phone would go off, his heart would immediately race, hoping it would be you. It never was. He expected a call or a maybe a text message, after all you had told him you would call him even for a no. So he had spent the week waiting, annoyed any time it was anyone that wasn’t you calling him. He knew his men were probably confused about their boss’ shitty attitude but he didn’t care. He just wanted to hear your soft voice again, to see you. Had you decided you didn’t want anything to do with him at all to the point of not even answering him? He knew you were alive and well. In his nerves and impatience, he had sent one of his men to watch you and make sure you were fine.

Pedro knew he wasn’t the ideal man, he knew his reputation, knew the rumors, the blood on his hands, and the activities he was a part of that weren’t exactly legal. What would someone as kind and sweet as you want for him? Someone like you that took care of a criminal without a doubt even when scared, that had patched him up and had worried about him, that spent your days helping different people just like you had helped him. You were an angel, so how could he expect you to fall for a demon like him.

But he couldn’t help that part of him that wanted you to, that wanted you to give him a chance. He hated how weak you made him feel, he was a mob boss after all, there was no room for weakness. Yet, you had somehow made your way into every thought of his. He spent the day thinking about you, wanting to hold you in his arms, to give you soft kisses, to make you smile to the point that your eyes would crinkle at how happy you were. He wanted to spoil you and show you everything you had him feeling. He wanted to be able to show you the person he was behind the title that made all fear him. It was driving him crazy that he might not get that chance but even then he is a man of his word, he had told you he wouldn’t bother you again.

Pedro ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he was a mob boss for christ sake, he should have more control than this. However, somehow those doe eyes, that beautiful smile, that kind heart, had brought him to his knees in a way that no enemy ever had. He had never believed in love at first sight until you had walked into that alleyway worried and ready to help him. A light in his darkness he had told you. As he downed the rest of his drink, he couldn’t help but think of just how true that was. You seemed to shine so bright when he saw you and he just wanted to be able to have that warmth and light around him always. If only you gave him the chance.

Pedro shook his hand out as he unlocked the door to his car, him and Oscar had just finished reminding the manager of one of his bars what happens when he starts thinking he could steal money from Pedro and try to play it off as a robbery. His fist would definitely be bruised but nothing he couldn’t handle. Not when he was still numbly waiting for you to still call.

He was placing his aviators on when Oscar hit his shoulder, “Hey pendejo, isn’t that your girl over there?” Oscar pointed in the direction of the farmer’s market going on across the street and Pedro couldn’t help the way his heart started racing in his chest, could it be you? Would he be getting a glimpse of you after almost two weeks of being away from you? He quickly looked over, spotting you and your hot pink scrubs at one of the baked goods booths.

Pedro couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched you interacting with the older lady, the way you pursed your lips as you looked over all the options. You were lost in thought as you tried to decide what sweets you wanted before you laughed at something the elderly woman told you. He felt his heart melt when you smiled brightly at the elderly woman, talking to her about something enthusiastically as you waited for her to ring you up. He watched as you handed the woman money and watched as the woman shook her head trying to hand you money back as you put your hand up clearly telling her to keep the change. How he wished he could be there beside you, arm around your waist, helping her insist to the woman it was no big deal.

He heard snapping by his ear and looked away, grimacing at Oscar who was looking at him like he was an idiot. “Earth to dumbass, you going to stare at her all day? We have a meeting in an hour so if you want to go see her, can you do it now before you start drooling on your leather seat?” Oscar asked him annoyed pointing at his watch reminding him of the damn rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.

He rolled his eyes glancing back in your direction and seeing you were gone. He turned the car on, hating how he wanted to jump out and go find you, to ask you if you had made up your mind, even though the silence should have told him enough by then. “I wasn’t drooling, idiot, and she’s not my girl...she doesn’t belong in this world,” he muttered as he pulled out his park spot, trying to make himself believe his own words.

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Pedro, you constantly spent your evenings, twirling the card with his phone number in your hands. You asked yourself every night after work if you should call him, even if it had been two weeks. You hadn’t meant to extend this out so long, you just had gotten lost in work and extra shifts volunteering with a group that helped with medical treatment for the homeless. Not only that but you couldn’t help but constantly overthink any time you got the nerve to type his number into your phone.

You had thought giving yourself time would make you forget him, would make you stop thinking about him, that it would take away that feeling of needing to reach out because you wanted to see him again. It hadn’t though. Nothing had changed, if anything you were missing him more and more as the days went by.

So here you were again, sitting in bed trying to focus on the book in your hands as you glanced over to where you kept his business card on your night stand. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, telling yourself that he might be attractive, that he did want to show you who he really was behind his high title, but you couldn’t help the part of you still nervous about his job, what he did. He wouldn’t leave your mind though and you wanted to see those warm brown eyes again, to feel those soft yet dangerous hands in yours.

Especially after you had seen a white car just like his at the farmer’s market you had visited after your shift at the clinic. You remember the way your heart had started racing at the thought of him maybe being around. The way you had walked around the farmer’s market for a while hoping that if it was him that you would run into him.

The memory of how you felt ran through your head again, the way you yearned to get to know him, the way you replayed the words he had said at the clinic when he asked for a chance. I don’t know if this is what love at first sight feels like and I’m crap at feelings…but I’m not lying when I say I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, could he have been telling the truth? Would he even be waiting on your call after this. You found it so hard to believe someone with a reputation for being as tough as him could feel such a way for you.

You reached over grabbing the card, running your thumb over the card stock before grabbing your phone and typing out his number. You press the call button before you can talk yourself out of it. You feel your phone shaking in your hand from nervousness as you hear the phone ring. You gulped thinking he wasn’t going to answer, when you heard a familiar voice gruff out “Hello?”

“Hi,” you squeaked out, eyes widening and your hand clamping over your mouth surprised at how high pitched your voice came out.

You heard Pedro chuckle on the other line, “You okay there angel?”

You pull your phone away from your ear, taking a deep breath trying to calm your nerves so you didn’t sound like an idiot, before bringing it back to your ear. “Y-yes,” you stuttered out, smooth, real smooth. You clear your throat, “How are you?”

“Surprised you called actually,” Pedro murmurs softly, “But I’m glad to hear your voice.” You smiled to yourself, you could almost hear the smile in his tone. “I...I didn’t think you’d call,” he admits and you feel a light pull out at your heart thinking about how hurt he sounds.

You run a hand through your hair nervously, “I’m sorry… I’ve been busy with work and volunteering...and I just...I thought maybe it was too late.” You felt the need to be honest with him as he was being with you, “I just… I needed to think about this...if it’s not too late for an answer.”

Pedro lets out a humorless laugh, “I can promise you it would never be too late for an answer from you angel, even if you’ve had me thinking the worst.”

You tell yourself this is the part where you’ll tell him no, where you’ll bask in his voice, enjoy the last of this conversation but cut ties with him because it’s what a sane person would do, but your voice speaks out something else completely, “Pedro...I’m scared..”

You hear him suck in a breath, worried he might hang up on you or get mad. “I know angel, but I promise, I’m more than what people think. Let me show you that and I’ll take care of you,” he tells you calmly, his voice is smooth and understanding. It makes your heart pick up speed in your chest, knowing someone like him was really wanting nothing more than a chance to prove to you who he really was.

“I...Okay..I’d like for us to go out. I’m free next weekend,” you agree, unable to keep from smiling when you hear him seem to drop his phone.

You hear Pedro curse under his breath as he picks up the phone, “Okay?..Am I hearing you right?....You’re telling me yes correct?”

“Yes, I’m telling you yes,” you can’t help but chuckle at his disbelief, certainly he couldn’t be too shocked at you.

You can hear the relief in Pedro’s voice as he tells you what time he’ll pick you up saturday, the way he says that he can’t wait to see you again, to wear something nice, and that you won’t regret giving him a chance. You can’t help but smile at his excitement and even after you hang up with him and prepare yourself for bed, you can’t help that part of you just as excited to see him, too.

When Saturday comes around, you find yourself changing out of every outfit you thought might work. You cursed yourself for being so used to scrubs that you barely remembered how to style yourself like a normal person. You finally decided on a dress and flats when you heard a knock on your door, fixing up your hair and checking to make sure your make-up looked okay in the mirror before opening the door. Your breath caught at the sight of Pedro in front of you, a warm smile came across his face as he took you in, he had a vase of roses in his hands, and he looked so handsome in his mustard yellow turtleneck and plaid jacket. His curly hair was perfectly styled and his scruff had grown out, you felt your cheeks heat up as he catches you admiring him.

He grinned at you as he took your hand in his, kissing the top of your skin, “You look even more beautiful than a I remember.”

You look away from his admiring eyes, warmth washing over your body at the compliment. You look at him under your lashes, the brown seeming to be shining bright. He hands you the roses and you smile at him, “You know how to pick beautiful flowers, thank you Pedro.”

He reaches up and caresses your cheek, you see his eyes drift to your lips and you can’t help but let yours drift to his. You can’t help but wonder if his lips would feel as soft as they look, if his mustache and beard would tickle against your skin. “Flowers are the second most beautiful thing God put on this planet after women,” he says and you giggle shaking your head.

“You know how to woo a girl don’t you,” you say softly, as you place the roses in the middle of your coffee table, watching as he leans against your door frame watching you.

He shakes his head as you walk back towards him, “Just you angel. You’re the only girl worth wooing.” He takes your hand in his and leads you out of your apartment, only letting your hand go when you lock your door. You can’t help but think of how nice your hand fits in his, how they seemed to fit like a lock to a key. He helps you into his car, closing the door for you, and you feel giddiness flow in with your nerves, most men didn’t have manners yet he was showing you more than you had seen from any man in years.

The drive to the restaurant is full of small talk, he asks you how work was and what got you into volunteering. You avoided the subject of his work, just asking him how his day had gone and if he had found his way back to your apartment okay. When you get to the restaurant he hands the valet his keys and helps you out. He takes you into a nice Brazilian steakhouse, the host immediately greeting him with a big smile and patting his shoulder before leading you both to a private room.

The man leaves telling him he would bring you both the finest wine and you look at Pedro amused. He raises an eyebrow at you, “What?”

“Well known aren’t you?” you ask watching as Pedro opens his mouth to answer only to be interrupted by a waiter bringing in the bottle of wine. You nod at the waiter in thanks as he pours you both a glass. You watch as he interacts with Pedro, a smile on the man’s face as they exchange words in what you think is Portugese. A few other people came in to talk to him, what looked like the chef, a manager, and an older man that you assumed was the owner. You watched each interaction with curiosity. You couldn’t deny you had expected them to show fear or at the least the strain of pretending to be nice for the sake of who Pedro was. Instead, you had realized everyone that came in and out of the room was warm and kind and seemed thrilled to see him.

Pedro shook hands with the older man who patted your shoulder and told you that he hopes you enjoy your time there before walking out. Pedro gives you an apologetic smile, reaching across the tablet to take your hand in his, “Sorry about that, I am a bit well known. I partially own this place. But it’s one of the best if I must say so myself.”

You giggle at him, feeling your nerves become more at ease as you take a sip of your wine and Pedro’s thumb rubs circles affectionately over your skin. “So it’s one of your business ventures. It’s nice, I like it,” you state softly, liking how excited he seemed about the restaurant.

Pedro nods, his eyebrows furrowing a bit before he looks at you, “I feel like I should explain. I’ve been coming to this restaurant for ten years, one of the best places for different steaks, it’s been in Paulo’s family for over 50 years. Things started going down hill, he had a lot of employees robbing from him, and he was on the verge of shutting down. I went into partnership with him because no place compares to here and together we were able to fix things up, get him a loyal staff, and he’s doing better than before.”

You give his hand a squeeze and he meets your eyes, you give him a gentle smile, “That was really sweet of you Pedro. I can tell all these people here adore you, none of it is faked or forced. You don’t owe me any explanation, I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

He nods at you and smiles, “I just know what people say, that I steal businesses, make people pay me high amounts to keep their businesses where they are. While I’m not going to deny I’ve done it to some places, most of the people I work with are people that struggled like Paulo. I know what it’s like to struggle and I like to help small businesses be able to keep their heads up and get what they deserve.”

You gently pull your hand out of his and cup his face in your hands, “That’s really kind of you Pedro. I know they must all appreciate what you do. Thank you for sharing this with me, I guess it is easy for people to spread falsehoods than truths.”

Pedro sighs, a look of pain crossing his face and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “Not everything is a falsehood unfortunately angel,” he answers you. You have no moment to ask him to expand as a waiter and waitress come in with a plate of different cut meats and plates of vegetables and salads. You look at him with wide eyes wondering how you both would eat so much food with how full the plates were. “Have you ever been to a Brazilian steakhouse before?” he asks amused.

You shake your head and he chuckles as he hands you a plate, “Usually they come by with skewers of each meat. They’ll slice it for you in as many pieces as you’d like. I wanted privacy though so they’ve brought everything here that I thought you might like. I highly recommend the bacon wrapped filet mignon, but Paulo and his family have gotten the cooking of each steak down to a t.”

You nod, mouth practically watering at how good everything looked, you already knew before tasting that this wasn’t going to be like steaks you’ve tried before. You reach over for the plate of meat he recommended, letting him tell you what each one was as you decided what you wanted to try. You watch as he does the same, biting your lip as you think of your next words. “Can I ask what is true...about the things they say?” You ask him nervously.

He looks at you putting his fork down, you see something flash in his eyes, you can see the inner battle he was having and you regret asking. He finally sighs and nods, “I did tell you I would let you get to know me, that means knowing my good and bad.”

Pedro goes on to tell you about what made him join the mob as you both eat. The way his mother and father had struggled to keep him clothed and with food. The way that he started with small jobs that got bigger and bigger. It paid well though and he told you how they treated him and his parents like family. They always had each other’s backs. He moved his way up the rankings. The man that had been in charge had chosen him as his successor, he told you how his old boss said he thought Pedro could help pull them out of constant violence and set a hard yet fair system.

He told you about the good he did, the charities he helped donate to, the way he got involved in community affairs from the shadow, any person he ‘bought’ knew they could keep their place as long they followed his orders. You couldn’t believe the amount of things he had been a part of in the city and surrounding areas.

Pedro told you about his wrongs, he didn’t go into detail on those too much, saying they weren’t dinner appropriate. He just told you how he can’t deny most of the crimes they tried to get him in for were true. That while they used violence, it was only when needed, he couldn’t deny that most of the criminal activities were true. He told you that at the end of the day loyalty was one of the most important things and if someone wasn’t following that or if someone was threatening his family, then things had to be done.

You listened to him carefully, taking in the man in front of you as he opened himself up to you. You could tell in the way he’d pause, the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes, or the way he’d thrum his fingers on the table that he was nervous. You grabbed his hand at one point to give him reassurance and he gave you a soft smile. He told you about his parents and about his close relationship with Oscar, how he was one of the few people he truly trusted. You told him about yourself and what made you become a nurse, how you were always the shy kid, how you enjoyed reading and writing, how you almost dropped out of nursing to become an English teacher instead. Pedro hung onto every word you said, smiling and joking with you. You found it so easy to talk to him and it made your nerves start washing away. You no longer even saw him as the dangerou mob boss he was, you were seeing him as just Pedro, a normal man that had fallen into a different path of life than most.

You both sat in an easy silence after you both finished eating. Pedro was smiling at you as you shook your head laughing at something he had said. He reached over to cup your cheek, “God i love seeing you laugh. It’s one of the most beautiful sights in this world.”

You blush under his soft gaze, he was looking at you adoringly, as if you were the only girl in the world. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip softly, his eyes were focused on your lips, seeming to be in a trance. Your heart raced at his touch, feeling warmth flow through your body at his touch. His eyes met yours, his pupils were dilated and you gulped wondering if he was going to reach over the table and kiss you and god how you hoped in that moment that he would. He shakes his head, seeming to clear his thoughts before pressing a soft kiss to the palm of your hand, “Shall we get going angel?”

You nod slowly, trying not to think of how soft his lips might feel against yours. You watch him as he pulls out money waving the waiter over, knowing he was leaving more than what the meal had to cost. You can’t help but smile as you watch the waiter look at him in gratification. He shakes Pedro’s hand, thanking him greatly. Pedro tells him something you don’t catch and claps the man on the back before thanking him and standing up.

Pedro holds his hand out to you, a smile on his face, “Shall we my lady?”

“We shall,” you giggle out as you place your hand in his. He wraps his arm around your waist and you can’t help the way your body relaxes into his, feeling like you’ve belonged this close to him all along. He leads you out of the restaurant, saying goodbye to each person he encounters and you feel the admiration you have for him grow.

***

The car ride home had been one in comfortable silence. Pedro could tell you had enjoyed yourself and as he rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand as he drove, he could see you had grown more relaxed than you had been before.

As he pulls up in front of your apartment, he can’t help but deflate some, he doesn't want to leave you yet. He had enjoyed every minute with you, even when he was admitting the not so great things about him. You had taken everything in, no judgement ever coming across your face. It made him fall into you even more, he wanted more of this and he hoped you‘d let him have more time like this with you.

“Thank you for today,” you whisper softly, looking at him with your dazzling smile as you give his hand a squeeze. He wanted to memorize it, memorize you.

He smiles at you and god, he wants nothing more than to kiss you in that moment. His free hand reaches out and caresses your cheek. He watches as you lean into his touch, closing your eyes, seeming to soak him in and it pulls at his heart in a way he never thought possible. He finds himself leaning in closer to you. “I want to kiss you,” he mumbles out nervously, inches away from your lips.

You open your eyes, looking at him in surprise, eyes widening, before you smile, “I want you to kiss me.”

When his lips press against yours, it felt like your whole body tingled, feeling ignited and alive. His lips were soft and gentle, he tasted of wine and it was like you were becoming intoxicated from just him and his taste alone. It was as if time stopped around you both, your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to get as close as you could with the console in between you both. It was in that moment that you knew you couldn’t stay away, that there was more to the way you felt than just that curiosity or fear you first had. You wanted more of this, you wanted more of him and in this moment you knew, this was only the start of something extraordinary between you two.

tagging those who seemed interested in a part 2: @mothandpidgeon @criminalmind1927 @hopelesslyinlovewithkeanu @221bshrlocked