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luvth0t · 2 years

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS ━ C.L & C.S

🕊 2k celebration 🕊

based off ‘house of balloons’ by the weeknd

in which the only thing creating tension between the two drivers at ferarri is you, after carlos realises he met you a few months too late ━ and charles wants to make that clear.

warnings; lotta smut, smutty themes, or smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, spanking, choking, slapping like twice but like lightly lol, charles is controlling and toxic but it’s okay, reader slightly toxic and confusing but we don’t blame her, degradation, praise, hair pulling, possessive charles, kinda controlling?? charles, literally just an ego fest for carlos and charles, mentions of silverstone and charles being fucked over with strategy

been on another level; since you came, no more pain

you look into my eyes, you can’t recognise my face

“it’s a casual thing.” charles had told him with a slap on his shoulder, the small thin lipped smile doing little to hide his daring eyes. the first time carlos had seen his teammate somewhat on edge, not that he was obviously appearing that way. but carlos could read charles by now.

he had asked about you. a few months into his first year with ferarri and besides getting a win with the team, his next biggest desire was you.

you in any way shape or form, despite him always remaining respectful ━ he couldn’t help but daydream about the not so respectful things he wanted to do to you. the moment he saw you he was hooked.

he’d wait. he’d told himself. a cocky mindset in all honesty, used to always getting what he wants. let himself settle into the team, not wanting to get on the wrong foot by sleeping with a coworker.

not yet at least.

but a few months in, towards the end of the 2021 season he realised he had no reason to wait anymore. the flirting between the pair of you was reciprocated, he wasn’t oblivious to your suggestive eyes and small smirks. the way your cheeks heated every time he tread closer to the line with a sweet compliment.

although mentioning you to charles made him realise he was oblivious to something else.

the monegasque had laughed when carlos spoke your name, shifted in his seat and raised his eyebrows slightly towards the spaniard.

carlos was slightly confused but didn’t show it, suddenly exposed to a different side of his teammate. had he said something wrong? it wasn’t clear as daylight but there was a slight smugness on charles face, also an unusual entitled front.

“you’re a year too late mate.” was all charles said, the small laugh he let out once more doing little to convince carlos that he was as unbothered as he seemed while quickly connecting the dots.

“you and her?” carlos hummed out, managing to not sound disappointed as he raised his eyebrows, although he felt his stomach drop from this news.

‘it’s a casual thing,’ was his parting words as carlos was left to watch charles raise to his feet and wander off.

he was in disbelief, was charles messing with him? how would he fail to mention he was screwing the team photographer? how did he fail to notice you were sneaking around with the other driver?

carlos’ questions were answered quite quickly though, suddenly paying a lot more attention to any interactions between the pair of you during the end of the year, and the start of the next.

“let me see,” charles spoke out after you took a few shots of him, using it as an excuse to stand alongside you ━ carlos watching as he leaned in towards you so he could look at the pictures on the camera screen.

although his arm sneaking around your waist and lips quickly ducking to your neck had you giggling, flinching as you mumbled something carlos couldn’t make out from across the garage.

no it hadn’t always been like this. charles was being like this because he knew carlos was watching. but the way you were reacting told carlos you were used to this attention from charles, just not in public.

he then picked up on every damn interaction. the way you’d stumble over you words ever so slightly in press meetings when catching charles eye. how the monegasque’s hands lingered on your waist after a greeting hug.

bumping into you on the way to his drivers room had never felt odd to him before, he never questioned why you’d be back here. but with his new knowledge it made sense relatively quickly.

“good luck out there,” you grinned widely when you approached each other in the narrow hall, carlos coming to a stop because he would always make time for you.

“thank you,” he grinned right back, water bottle in hand although after glancing over you once he noticed things he usually wouldn’t have looked out for. lips looked swollen. hair was tamed but not as neat as it had been this morning. the red marks on your neck.

almost on cue his eyes lifted and there was charles, leaning in the doorframe of his own drivers room practically glowing, the direction you had just come from. small smirk on his face and the fact his drivers suit was not done up when it had been earlier told carlos all he needed to know.

lucky bastard.

your eyes followed carlos’ relatively quickly, meeting the eyes of the guy you had just been on your knees for and the heat travelled up your neck and cheeks quickly as you realised it became quite clear what had just occurred to carlos ahead of you. he may not have you seen you left charles room but it didn’t take a genius to determine where you just were.

“you’re gonna smash it,” you rushed out with a guilty smile, avoiding his eyes now as you quickly rushed off ━ hand fixing your hair as if that would remove any suspicion.

it made him think back to all the missed signs. the amount of times you had wished him luck with your words in the damn hallway, realising only moments before you were wishing charles luck in a much better way.

any team celebration or outings he noticed you two leaving together, within minutes of one and other. it annoyed him to no end, because it appeared to be just sex. so it’s not like carlos had to push back his feelings or attraction out of respect for charles.

regardless charles was making it seem that way. he was all over you nowadays. okay, that was an exaggeration as everyone else was oblivious. carlos just paid extra attention now and the monegasque knew it.

he didn’t say anything though. it was all unspoken, carlos had silently been put in his place. charles was here first, got to you first; he didn’t see how he could slot in and he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

especially when you made things so much harder than they needed to be.

“hi,” you almost squeaked as you poked your head in the door, being met with a view of a defeated looking carlos. his eyes looked up to see you, and you couldn’t tell if he was relieved or annoyed it was you knocking at his door.

“not the best time for photos.” carlos mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as if it was obvious. even after back to back dnf’s, this one here in imola not being his fault; he couldn’t bring himself to kick you out completely like he would’ve anyone else.

your lips parted, quickly shaking your head at his assumption.

“no of course not,” you rushed out, cheeks heating at the eagerness you spoke with. “i was just checking on you.” you spoke out, lips pursing into a sheepish smile.

of course you were. always so thoughtful. so kind.

“oh right,” carlos nodded, failing to offer you a smile despite your words softening the disappointment he was currently feeling. if he wasn’t so caught up on his lack of luck he’d be over the moon that you had come to check up on, even with the race still going.

“if you want to be alone━” you began to say, shaking your head; fearing you had over stepped and already beginning to shut the door.

that brought carlos to his senses though. was he stupid?

“no.” he quickly spoke, pursing his lips as he realised how desperate he sounded. “no you don’t need to go. i’m just, not in the mood to talk,” he shrugged ━ and he wanted to sigh when you gave him an understanding smile.

of course you understood.

“that’s okay,” you spoke softly, slipping inside and shutting the door behind you ━ your eyes scanned over him for a moment, biting down harshly on your bottom lip.

his eyes met yours once more and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, definitely picking up on the way you were looking at him. the sexual tension undeniable, even though he’s tried so hard to deny it since finding out about you and charles.

“don’t think charles would want you here.” carlos spoke before he could think it through properly; blaming his lack of thought on his mood, and you were quick to appeared confused.

carlos regretted it the moment he said it, quickly realising he was implying you too felt the sexual tension. revealing he knew damn well about whatever is going on between you and his teammate.

“struggling to see how that’s relevant,” you spoke, titling your head in confusion as you took a few steps towards him; sudden wave of confidence washing over you.

carlos’ want for you wasn’t only picked up on by the monegasque, you were well aware and in all honesty waiting for him to do something about it.

but he never seemed to get past flirtatious comments and you were starting to grow fed up.

“he’d get the wrong idea.” carlos elaborated, breath hitching slightly when you didn’t stop moving, his head tilting up when you stood between his legs; and when your hands moved to rest on his shoulders he thought he may be hallucinating.

“what would that be?” you asked quietly, hands sprawling over the material of his suit; searching for any sense of alarm or hesitance on his face.

oh how you hoped you were reading the current situation right.

and you appeared to be, considering his lips parted to answer you, before clamping shut when he realised he had no answer. his hands grazing over the back of your thighs enough to give you full confidence in your advances.

“charles doesn’t own me.” you whispered softly, happily straddling his lap ━ hands tangling his hair immediately as your lips hovered over his, small smirk tugging on your own.

carlos had heard all he needed to, all he wanted to the past few months; his hands finding a home on your waist as he nodded slightly.

“does he know that?” carlos asked you quietly, almost challenging you as he gave your waist a small squeeze. he wanted some sort of control over this situation, some sort of dominance. but you had a hold over him he couldn’t explain, and you seemed to know it too.

the innocent smile you gave him had his jaw clenching, fully aware of every movement you made as you shuffled in his lap slightly.

“you sound like you want to fuck charles not me,” you sassed, lips ducking to press lightly against his jaw, a small hum escaping you as you busied yourself with peppering small kisses on his skin.

carlos let out a breathy laugh, a fake one; head falling back as he tried to make sense of what was actually happening right now. his cock was hardening, skin felt hot ━ the his hands couldn’t get a good enough grip on your skin.

he even found himself doubting if this was real. if it was a joke, unable to comprehend your bold moves and eagerness for him. he had picked up on your flirting but this was the last thing he had expected from you.

“you do want to fuck me hm?” you spoke up again, raising your head as your hand cupped the side of his face, eyes pouring into his. “seen the way you look at me. been waiting for you to do something about it,”

the spaniard lost all worry about your situation with charles from your bold and blunt words, deciding against answering and instead pressing his lips to yours before any better judgement slips in.

you gasped slightly from the sudden kiss, but with no complaints as you quickly found yourself kissing back ━ hands moving to grasp the sides of his face.

the makeout session was one that had been a long time coming, desperate and eager; a mess of tongue and teeth as you happily let carlos let out his frustrations from the race.

his frustrations from being starved of you for so long.

“i knew━” you began to speak out of breath when his lips left yours, but his hand stopped you; snatching your chin in a tight grip, so quick you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you.

“not in the mood for your bratty mouth,” carlos huffed out ━ finger tapping your bottom lip absentmindedly, and despite the amused smile that crept onto your face you were quick to nod.

“wanna make you feel better,” you confessed, leaning forward slightly in an attempt to connect your lips again. carlos was quick to lean back, watching as you let out a small breath from the lack of contact. it was obvious to the pair of you he was needy for you, he needed to see it reciprocated. just for a moment. “wanna make you feel good. please,” you continued.

quite quickly you realised what he liked, the way he swallowed intently from a few submissive words. it was all he needed to hear before his lips were back on yours, more than eager to let you help him fuck his frustrations out.

you’re in my world now; you can stay, you can stay

but you belong to me, oh you belong to me

charles pieced things together incredibly quickly.

it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, considering his little hiccup on track he was more than eager to get his hands on you.

what was purely sex had become a necessity to the ferarri driver every race weekend. win, points, dnf, podium it didn’t matter; he’d find a reason to be inside you one way or another.

so when you struggled to give the right words in response to his race, failed to reassure him that the mistake wouldn’t defy him; he was quick to realise you hadn’t been watching.

weird.

“you’ll bounce back,” your voice broke him out of his heavy mind, eyes snapping back to you as you absentmindedly played with your camera.

he only nodded, silent as he glanced over you.

your cheeks were flushed. your hair was now tied up. mascara under your eyes was slightly smudged, not enough to notice unless you were focusing. not to mention the forming red mark on the right of your neck.

that wasn’t left by him. he’d only mark you up below the collarbones, for him to see.

“were you watching?” charles asked, in no mood to beat around the bush and the alarm on your face from his question practically answered it.

“what? of course.” you laughed, eyes adverting down onto your camera once more, in no way able to lie under the intense stare of his green eyes.

charles day seemed to only be getting worse, tensing up visibly at his suspicion of you lying to his face.

“don’t lie to me.” charles practically grumbled, his tone filling your stomach with dread. there’s no way he knows? how could he possibly know he hadn’t even been out the car an hour.

“i was watching.” you spoke in certainty, looking up at him once more. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you chewed the inside of your cheeks.

you watched as he looked at you skeptically, before his eyes scanned the surrounding area.

it dawned on him the moment he saw his spanish teammate. his friend actually. meeting his eyes and being met with a smile from the driver was odd, considering carlos shouldn’t have much to smile about right now.

charles knew what could make him smile after a race like that though, what could have him carrying his head so high ━ it was right in front of him, staring up at him with irresistible eyes and what made charles feel better after a shitty race.

and he had no doubt in his mind that’s exactly what happened.

“is carlos okay?” charles questioned, flat voice showing he wasn’t genuinely interested in knowing whether carlos was okay or not.

your face paled and charles knew damn well why you weren’t watching his race.

“i━ yeah, i think so,” you stumbled over your words, the small smile doing little to recover your stumbling over your words as your stomach did a flip.

you watched as charles nodded slowly, watched as he glanced between the pair of you a couple times all the while you were unable to form words. you wanted to reassure him what he was thinking wasn’t true.

but it was true. and you were hoping he wasn’t thinking it.

“i’ll see you tonight?” charles question was the last thing you expected, especially as his hand raised to the side of your neck ━ fingers grazing delicately over your skin.

the same spot you had noticed carlos’ lips lingering.

yeah he knew.

you nodded though quickly, not any hesitance in agreeing to see him despite having been with carlos moments later. it should’ve brought you shame, but with charles right in front of you how could you resist.

he left it at that, no half smile, cheeky grin or wink as he walked off to the race debrief. just a simple nod, no insight into his mind as his face remained stone cold.

it was the only image in your mind the next few hours, the unimpressed and borderline angry charles which was unfamiliar to you and most.

only having ever seen him like that after a bad day on the track, but usually your words and presence was enough to have him cracking a smile ━ even before he fucks your brains out and uses your body, which you love just as much as the slow sex you would share the morning after.

you had no idea what to expect tonight though, not at all convinced he was actually wanting to still sleep with you considering he was assuming the worst between you and carlos.

you still showed up though, his favourite red lace set dressed under your shirt and shorts, knocking on his hotel door nervously.

no matter how many times the pair of you have done this, the idea of getting caught still scares you. hence why he didn’t leave you waiting, the door opening quickly revealing charles; still wearing his ferarri polo but now in sweats.

he motioned for you to come inside and the lack of conversation did little to settle your nerves, the door shutting behind you as you shuffled inside, charles not making any moves to leave the entrance way.

“anything you want to tell me?” charles couldn’t help but ask the question outright, eyebrow quirking as you stood there silently, fingers fiddling together under his intense stare.

you were still holding onto hope however that charles hadn’t figured it out. you still were in denial that he could simply glance at you and carlos and piece together what had occurred.

although it was painfully obvious, carlos not one to his the cocky smile and knowing glances; and your behaviour after the race spoke for itself.

“don’t lie to me.” charles huffed when your lips parted, ready to lie to him ━ the call out having your slam them shut as your breath hitched in your throat. you weren’t aware of the fact charles could read you so well but it appeared to be that way.

he sounded like he had right after the race, but calmer this time.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” you mumbled with a shrug, biting down on the inside of your cheek as charles shrunk the distance between the pair of you, stepping forward as his hand moved to cup your cheek.

your attempts to avoid his eyes were now pointless as he tilted your head up, and while the touch was delicate his stare was not. a knowing look, almost as if he was giving you one more chance to spill.

“i was just checking on him, tried to cheer him up,” you spoke ━ a few details left out but you weren’t lying, charles eyebrows raising at the breakthrough as he nodded almost too convincingly.

“you’re pretty good at that,” he commented, your cheeks heating at the implication as he made it clear to you he had well and truly connected the dots.

no point beating around the bush now, you were well aware his tense stance, lack of smiles and friendliness was not due to the race. but because of you.

“we said we could sleep with other people.” you pointed out, and while the monegasque was convinced his suspicions were right, hearing them be confirmed had his jaw clenching, stepping forward forcing you step backwards, your back hitting the wall.

you weren’t wrong, this thing with charles was great, more than sex; physically speaking. the touching and flirting didn’t stop out of bed. but you had agreed you weren’t exclusive, there was no strings attached; no loyalty.

“not here.” he grumbled, hand moving to run through your hair as he shook his head. “here you’re mine.” he spoke breathlessly, and you had to squeeze your thighs from the possessive tone he was speaking in, in no mood to deny his words when he was looking at you like that.

“in the paddock; you’re mine. these hotels; mine. every fucking race weekend, you’re mine.” charles ranted out in frustration, lips having attached to your neck as he spoke next to your ear, a small whine leaving your throat as he kissed your sensitive skin.

you couldn’t help but nod, although he tugged on your hair to stop your movements, the sharp pain causing a small gasp to leave your lips.

“i don’t share amour,” charles continued to speak, nibbling slightly at the skin of your neck before sucking harshly; he was never one to leave visible marks in exposed areas but tonight was an exception. “if you have a problem with that then you can go,”

you whimpered, shaking your head quickly; charles smirking to himself as he continued the assault on your neck, letting out a hum of approval.

“didn’t think so,” he breathed out, retracting his neck as he leant back to look down at you, his hand still holding a grip in your hair and keeping your head in place, his deep breaths met with your sympathetic eyes.

“m’ sorry,” you mumbled out, tongue wetting your bottom lip as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, only then noticing he had pushed a knee between your legs.

“no need to apologise baby,” charles hummed out; both hands moving to your hips before he was turning around, your front met with the door quickly as he then tugged your hips out towards him.

a small gasp was drawn from you from the sudden movement and your hands slapping the hard surface to give yourself some support, the compromising position not doing anything to help the heat between your legs.

“i just gotta make sure it doesn’t happen again hm?” the driver had his chest against your back, speaking into your ear quietly so shivers were running up your spine; so entranced by his words that you were completely thrown off guard by the sound and sharp pain of his hand hitting your ass.

the pain was quick to turn into pleasure, as his hand massaged where he had laid the slap ━ before he was tugging your leggings down your legs, you assisting in stepping out of them.

“is it cause i haven’t been fucking you well enough? that what it is?” charles mouth showed no signs of stopping as his hand slid between your legs, fingers swiping over your panties which had already developed a wet patch.

“no,” you spoke out quickly; more than satisfied with the sex with charles and he knew it too, but you still felt the need to respond and reassure him; despite being fully aware charles was in no need of an ego boost, the driver was well aware of the effect he had on you and your body.

“i’ll have to make sure yeah,” charles muttered as he pushed your panties aside, lips pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder as he gathered some of your wetness and moved his fingers to your clit, rubbing a few circles which had your hips pushing back against his hand. “fuck his name out of your mouth. only thing your gonna remember is me and how i feel inside you,” charles lips had returned to your ear and you moaned at what sounded like a promise.

and it was a promise, because when you woke up the neck morning it was if you could still feel him pounding into you. you lost count of the amount of times you had came, his name being the only word you could manage the entire night.

for the first time ever he had littered your body in marks, looking like a teenager with hickeys scattering your neck and chest. indents of his fingernails lining the side of your neck as well, as well as your thigh. although it was nothing compared to the marks you had left down his back.

you had come to the conclusion your legs practically felt numb as your body woke, eyes opening to be met with a view of charles chest, realising your surroundings. his arm around you, fingers playing with your hair; your head resting on his bare chest.

“morning sleepyhead,” the monegasque spoke with a light chuckle, causing you to nudge him ever so slightly as you groaned, eyes closing again as you hid your face in the crook of his neck to remove all the light sources around you.

the driver showed no dismay, chuckling once more as he watched you, sheets tugged up above both your naked and connected bodies.

“didn’t go too hard last night did i?” charles had hummed softly, the small laugh that left your chest having him roll his eyes as your head peeked up, squinting at him as you adjusted to the light once more; shaking your head.

“no.” you told him, a small smile for reassurance. although he already knew that, knew your body so well; your limitations, what was too much. he had pushed you to the limit last night and you had loved every moment of it.

you were considering mentioning the carlos thing; wondering if it needed to be addressed beyond sex, unable to completely determine whether it had actually offended charles. you couldn’t tell; but the way he was acting showed he was fine, so you were compelled to leave it.

maybe he just used it as an excuse, to let some built up anger out from on track; and you’d never deny helping him in doing so.

oh how wrong you were though. charles had gotten his point across to you, but his teammate however ━ he still wanted to send him a message.

you frowned at the sound of a knock on the hotel door, charles sighing as he detangled his limbs from yours ━ your huff of dismay doing little to stop him as he quickly shrugged his grey sweats on and up his legs.

you gathered the sheets around your body, under the impression he’d tell whoever was at the door; presumably room service, to come back later.

you quickly realised that wasn’t the case, hearing the door shut and two sets of voices sending you into a panic as you sat up, swiftly swiping the shirt on the end of the bed that belonged to charles and throwing it over your body.

the open planned hotel room meant you were not one bit hidden as carlos followed charles towards the coffee table, another figure in the bed having him do a double take.

you were left to blankly stare at the other driver, cringing at the thought of how you looked right now, how obvious it was as to what you were up to last night.

carlos could only blink a few times, lips parting in surprise as he felt his stomach drop ever so slightly; feeling somewhat stupid for getting his hopes up yesterday afternoon.

“don’t look so stressed amour he already knows about this,” charles broke the silence, drawing your attention to the monegasque who was smirking proudly, your eyes widening and cheeks heating as your grip on the sheets tightened.

suddenly it made sense to carlos as to why charles had texted him so early telling him to come pick up the ticket for the private jet. under the impression he was simply doing a favour that had been done many times before, printing both passes out.

seems charles had just been calculated in baiting him over here, a silent but obvious power play as he was left to look at you in charles bed, in charles shirt. not to mention the purple bruises that definitely weren’t left by himself in his drivers room.

“yeah,” carlos sheepishly chuckled, deciding to act unbothered ━ also not sure if charles even knew what had occurred yesterday but this was too much of a coincidence, so he was guessing he had figured out.

regardless he wasn’t going to mention it if the monegasque didn’t, so he pursed his lips ━ took the piece of paper out of his teammates hands and was headed to the door without a second glance.

“see you on the plane no?” carlos hummed out towards charles, who still couldn’t knock the smug look off his face, following him to the door as he saw him out, nodding along and giving him a polite answer you didn’t even hear over the steam coming out of your ears.

“what the fuck?” you practically hissed when charles appeared in front of the bed once more, his hands moving up in defence. he looked anything but innocent, eyes holding no sympathy as he shrugged.

“what? it’s just carlos.” charles played dumb, although the grin still tugging on your lips made it clear he knew damn well what he was doing. heck, even if he was an incredible liar you could see right through it.

“i was not wearing any clothes,” you pointed out, exasperated as your hands moved to get your point across, although he only chuckled once more ━ hand tangling through his hair as he let out a hum.

“wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t seen before.” charles was quick witted, your cheeks reddening again. you had no reply, instinctively throwing the pillow beside you at him ━ watching as he laughed and quickly caught it. “he needed his plane ticket.” charles offered you a piss weak explanation, placing the pillow aside.

you couldn’t even be mad, not with the charming smile on his face and twinkle of amusement in his eye as he climbed back into bed, eyes staring down at you all too knowingly.

“told him he needed to get it early, i’ve got things to do.” charles elaborated, his hands moving to press on your arms and push you back towards the bed so you were laying down again, watching as he shifted to hover over you ━ a glare still set on your features.

“would hate to be interrupted,” charles grinned, settling between your legs ━ kissing down your stomach, giving you no time nor want to argue anymore, a deep breath leaving your lips as his head moved to between your thighs. “right?”

how could you disagree? as he adjusted your legs over his shoulders, pressing delicate kisses to all the makes one your inner thighs which he had left the night before, you found yourself only agreeing. it would be a shame to be interrupted.

oh, so don’t blame it on me girl; cause you wanted to have fun

if it hurts to breathe, open a window; or your mind wants to leave, but you can’t go

to say things had become awkward between you and carlos would be an understatement. you were lucky enough for the next race in miami to be so hectic that you barely got a chance for any conversation that didn’t surround taking his photo or filming a video.

that didn’t mean the awkward tension wasn’t there. or sexual tension. you couldn’t tell, sometimes looking at him you were thinking of how good it felt riding his cock. other times you were thinking about him walking in on you a complete mess in charles bed.

things between charles and carlos were fine, because everything was unspoken.

charles hadn’t outright mentioned the fact that he knew carlos and you had fucked, and he wasn’t acting as if he knew either. the same old flaunting of his connection with you remained however, carlos still not immune to picking up on every damn interaction between the pair of you.

it wasn’t until spain that there was any mention of the events of imola, an hour before the race and you were taking carlos’ photo as he got suited up.

his eyes met yours, and it was clear there was no avoidance here; mechanics were busy around the pair of you, charles was no where to be seen; it would be way too obvious for either of you to down right ignore one and other.

so he smiled, a tight lipped and polite smile as he nodded ━ causing you to smile back as you put your camera down.

“any good?” carlos hummed, unsure what else to say, reminding himself of when he first joined the team and would overthink every word he said to you. out of character yet alway getting flustered the first few races when he’d spot you aiming your camera t at him. despite being used to cameras on him at all times.

“always good,” you grinned with a small laugh, taking a few steps towards him as you flicked through a couple ━ before turning off the camera completely.

carlos was nodding slowly, a small chuckle having fallen from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes scanning the room for any last minute abort options. nope, no reason to escape you now.

“i’m sorry.” you practically blurted, carlos not one to hide his shocked expression as his eyebrows raised, encouraging you to elaborate. “i hate that things are awkward between us now, i really didn’t want them to be,” you tried to explain.

carlos had gave you a sympathetic smile, shaking his head and waving his hand as if what you were saying wasn’t true, even letting out a laugh.

“it’s fine.” carlos smiled, and you knew those words meant anything but. so did he. “really. it’s fine. we’re fine.” he reassured, nodding convincingly and you could’ve believed him if you wanted to, but you knew it was bull. he may be fine, you may be fine; but things between you weren’t fine. weren’t the same at least.

“yeah… okay,” you nodded ━ pursing your lips. no, leaving it at that didn’t solve anything. “i didn’t think━ i don’t know why he did that,” you rambled - implying the morning carlos caught you in his bed, stumbling over your words and carlos let out another breath and dry laugh.

“figured that he uh… knew,” carlos hummed as he nodded, you being quick to nod in confirmation as carlos shrugged once more. “it’s all good. really. charles and i are fine, we’re fine.” carlos nodded.

you nodded once more, a whole lotta nodding as both of you seemed scared to do anything else. for some reason however you still weren’t satisfied, hence you still standing here.

you didn’t know what else to say though, or what you wanted to say. reassure him it wasn’t anything to do with him? that it wasn’t because that hour with him was at all a disappointment. cause it was more than ever expected.

carlos seemed to notice this, eyebrow raising as you made no move to leave or say anything else, eyes squinting in slight concentration.

“are you and charles fine?” carlos hummed out, deciding to fill the silence with a question he already knew the answer too. you nodded, again, heat raising on your cheeks as you did so.

“yeah, yeah. we’re good.” you mumbled, small and unconvincing smile to go with it. nothing had changed, you still slept with him whenever suit ━ helping him majorly through the bad luck stint he was currently stuck in.

“he couldn’t have been happy i assume,” carlos pressed for some information, if you weren’t going anywhere then he may as well ask. he’d tried to cut the conversation short already.

“i mean… yeah, he wasn’t over the moon.” you laughed, biting down on the inside of your cheek, standing next to where he was sitting suddenly felt way too close when a smirk tugged onto carlos’ soft lips, his eyes twinkling at the thought of charles realising he had got you.

“threatened. i bet.” carlos spoke so simply that you almost missed the cocky tone hidden beneath his words, your eyes having drifted across the garage snapping right back to him, cheeks heating as you pursed your lips.

you didn’t know how to reply. you couldn’t speak for charles. while on one hand he seemed quite bothered, he also appeared incredibly unfazed after the initial anger had settled.

“cause it’s not like you were faking it.” carlos continued, tongue grazing over the front of his teeth as you felt your stomach flip, familiar rush of butterflies from the mention of your time spent with him. “you don’t make those sounds if you’re faking it,” carlos explained further with a smug smirk.

it was the reason why he wasn’t necessarily butt hurt about seeing you with charles the morning after. because what he was certain of was that the cause could not have been carlos not pleasing you enough.

“carlos…” you trailed off through a sigh, practically warning him because the flashbacks you were having right now were in no way going to help ease the lingering tension or awkwardness. it would only put you back to square one.

“thought he didn’t own you,” carlos ignored you, quirking a brow as his hand reached forward, grabbing ahold of the hem of your shirt and tugging you towards him with it, moving to stand between his legs with little resistance.

turns out not one, but two ferarri drivers, could cloud your mind and overrule your common sense with a few words and a bat of their eyelashes.

“he doesn’t.” you huffed, looking down at him with your bottom lip between your teeth, carlos only grinning at your admission although the tilt of his head showed you he doubted your words, which had you huffing once more.

“you better go take his photo too yeah?” carlos spoke out, hands trailing up the back of your thighs making it difficult to process his words, watching as his head tilted towards the other side of the garage.

you came to your senses, managing to ignore his touch as you quickly looked over. your stomach dropped when met with charles eyes, practically burning into yours.

oh for fuck sake.

that was only the beginning. it felt like an all out war, every interaction with either of them had become sort of competition.

charles had never been so open and bold with his touches and flirting, quite clearly trying to strike his claim in front of carlos without being subtle this time, no care in the world for anyone else figuring out he was fucking the photographer.

he pretended to be unbothered when you tried to mention it, playing dumb; shrugging it off.

‘i’m the one fucking you every weekend mon amour, why would i have to prove anything?’

carlos had a new wave of confidence, the fact he was getting some sort of reaction from his teammate. the way you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop either.

he had given you every opportunity, you weren’t innocent either. but how could you be to blame? the pair of them were so easy on the eye, and when they opened their mouths it didn’t make resisting them any easier.

you couldn’t tell if carlos was simply trying to rile charles up or if there was meaning to his flirting, but it didn’t matter; charles had ensured you didn’t get anywhere near him.

race after race he’d get to you first, dragging you off so you could help cheer him up; lack of podiums and mistakes that were being made by everyone but him had him in no mood to deal with anyone but you after races these days.

spain he had plenty of time to whisk you away considering his car gave out on him. monaco you yourself had avoided carlos, a night with charles that consisted of both comfort and sex. azerbaijan you felt an odd sense of deja vu when carlos returned to the garage early.

you were in the middle of contemplating seeing him when charles also retired from the race, your mind being made for you as the monegasque as always made a beeline for you.

surprise, surprise; canada came around and by the time carlos finished celebrating his podium and media duties you were already long gone, bent over the bathroom sink of charles hotel room.

come silverstone the tension was now insufferable.

just your luck, you were on filming duty ━ stuck in the confined space of a car, opposite the pair of them who looked so close, all buddy buddy as charles watched the f3 race on his phone.

camera in hand the job you were doing was incredibly easy, sat in front of carlos directly, the feeling of your knees touching was oh so prominent in your mind.

you knew you were being excessive, you had more than enough footage but turning off the camera seemed terrifying. camera appropriate conversation sounded much more pleasant to you.

but you had to stop, ending record before the camera sat in your lap, drawing carlos’ eyes to you and you immediately wanted to press record again and use the camera as a shield.

“you didn’t congratulate me on my podium hermosa,” carlos hummed out; having not spoken to you since canada, your lips parting as charles attention was gained, eyes shifting upwards onto carlos as well.

“hm, well it was hard to reach you. everyone wanted a word.” you excused, a playful eye-roll and small smile an attempt to shift the conversation away from the direction you predicted it going in.

the honest answer was you being with charles instead. carlos knew that. you knew he knew. charles knew he knew.

“i was looking for you,” carlos didn’t let you try play it off, not sound accusing despite it feeling that way, your lips parting but you had no answer.

charles did however, an amused smile spreading on his face.

“not hard enough obviously,” the monegasque chimed ━ dimples shining through as he smiled innocently, the chuckle carlos let out making you swallow intently as your eyes scanned the pair of them.

this was ridiculous, a part of you almost wanted to snap and just point out the obvious here. what all three of you knew but weren’t addressing explicitly.

“i was meaning to text you. sorry,” you got back to the point of the conversation, a genuine smile forming on your face and carlos almost lost sight of his goal to piss charles off as you did so, mirroring your smile right back.

“that’s okay, you can make it up to me.” he grinned, and you didn’t miss the way his hand brushed over your knee ━ your smile not fading as you nodded ever so slightly.

your eyes quickly fell onto charles, who was looking down at his phone again. his mind was anywhere but however, paying full attention to the conversation you two were having, feeling your eyes on him he was quick to look up at you.

a simple smirk, nothing more; and carlos was not any refuge from charles either, suddenly feeling incredible claustrophobic in the small car with the pair of them.

much to your relief the car came to a stop, back at the hospitality and unlike you, you were first out; a beeline to the ferarri suite to have an unneeded debrief with your manager.

“try my drivers room next time. can assure you she’ll be there,” charles muttered out to carlos as the pair of them began to split ways on the walk from the car, carlos not able to hide his scoff ━ although he did laugh as well.

“good to know mate.” carlos hummed out, voice full of sarcasm but it didn’t stop the smile on his face, charles matching it. the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, but to the cameras and fans around they looked like two happy teammates; closer than ever, grinning over some inside joke.

this is a happy house; we’re happy here, in our happy house

oh this is fun. fun, fun, fun, fun

silverstone seemed to be the boiling point for all things ferarri.

you were practically wincing every moment as the end of the race unfolded, the strategic errors and bitter sweetness of carlos’ win weighing heavy through out the ferarri garage.

ecstatic for carlos, of course you were. but like everyone else you knew that in terms of the bigger picture ferarri had fucked up. again. and charles had got the short end of the stick.

a ferarri win through and through but it wasn’t so simple, and your eyes hadn’t left the monegasque as he got out the car.

footage for all to see of mattia speaking to him, and like always you had the urge to comfort immediately. seek him out, offer your praise, whatever he wanted.

it was becoming way too often however, needing to cheer him up instead of celebrate. you felt for the driver.

but then there was carlos, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face and it had you smiling; especially as you captured it all on camera.

he was practically glowing, and while you stood there below the podium, photographing him and the team ━ you were well aware of the conflicting emotions being felt throughout the team and fans.

you almost laughed really, it was how you had been feeling for weeks now. stuck between a rock and a hard place with the two of them, happy for one ━ wanting to console the other, vice versa.

welcome to my world, you thought.

“wait for me yeah?” was all you got from charles in passing as he went off to do his media obligations, and you were quick to nod your head, wanting to frown at the disheartened look on his face and flat tone.

“of course,” you were quick to reply, a small smile only getting you a half one in return before he was on his way.

photographs of the car and team rounded out your day, talk and chatter of the whole team photo creating confusion before finally you were placed in front of the large group.

camera in hand you were quite happy to just take the shot, leaving the directing to the pr officers by your side.

your eyes kept darting. charles, who was staring right back at you the entire time. you saw through the fake smiles, noticing the way his jaw kept ticking every few moments, how deep in thought he seemed every time he looked over you.

it felt selfish to say you were excited for him to finally get his hands on you later, but he appeared to be in the same boat with the looks he kept giving you.

carlos had offered you a couple cheesy grins, well and truly occupied with everyone around him. you felt so torn every time you looked at him, the urge to celebrate and congratulate him not making you feel one bit guilty despite his teammate to the left of him.

finally you got the shot, and before you knew it the crowd was either gathering around the spaniard or disbanding.

the moment the camera was out of your hand charles had found you, no shame as he tugged you away from the crowd, so quickly you failed to notice carlos’ eyes following the pair of you.

“if you want━” you started to speak once in the confined space of the hallway to the drivers rooms, although you were cut off by charles having you against the wall and his lips on yours, a sudden relief for the driver.

you shut up, not that you had a choice; happily kissing back as your hands lifted to his cheek ━ not at all concerned that this was in view of anyone to walk by. he didn’t seem fazed, and you were quite eager to let charles do as he pleased. god knows he needs it.

“don’t wanna talk about it,” charles muttered, coming to his senses, hand gripping onto your wrist as he lead you to the door frame and inside the drivers room, shutting the door by pushing you against it.

you were taken back by your surroundings but weren’t given long to take them in because his lips were on yours again, a noise of appreciation leaving your lips as he pressed his hips into yours.

it wasn’t until a few moments later, when charles was kissing down your jaw and neck that you could scan the room again.

“charles,” you whined, attempting to sound normal as he sucked harshly at your skin, hands squeezing tightly on your waist. “this━ not your room,” you stumbled out.

it didn’t stop him though, he carried on ━ kissing down your skin as you were left to pant and look confused, attempting to clear your head and think straight about why the fuck you were in carlos’ drivers room.

but that was proving difficult with charles all over you, everywhere; filling every damn sense.

“charles,” you repeated through a breath ━ the driver only offering you a hum as he put all his attention on the way your body was curving and moving to every kiss and trail of his lips and fingers.

“wrong room.” you managed to speak, watching as charles pulled back; but instead of being met with confused or shocked eyes, he simply shrugged.

“don’t want to congratulate our winner?” charles asked, hand moving to caress your cheek every so lightly as your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what he was trying to imply as you stood there speechless.

you watched as he chuckled, a fake one that was not his usual contagious laugh.

“big day for the guy, why not let him join? can see he’s dying too.” charles hummed out, and you were beyond confused and it showed, lips parting and cheeks bright red as you shook your head slightly.

carlos? join you two?

“what happened to not sharing,” you breathed, hands holding onto the edge of his ferarri polo, eyes scanning his face desperately to try get a read on him and whatever was going on in his pretty head.

he had his poker face on though, you couldn’t figure him out for the life of you.

“you want him.” charles hummed, raising his eyebrow to give you room to object, but you couldn’t. he wasn’t lying, and you knew it was obvious. “consider it me being a great teammate. again.” he practically grumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

your eyes rolled at this, shaking your head ever so slightly. you didn’t buy it. of all days for charles to come up with this sort of idea? weird. very weird.

“you want to do this now?” you almost had laughed, still in disbelief, skeptically looking at him as he nodded in certainty, your eyes squinting ━ still unconvinced.

“want to remind him he’s still the second man. so yes.” charles mumbled, confident in his words but quiet in tone as if he couldn’t admit it to anyone else. suddenly it made sense, your heart beat increasing at the mere thought of the pair of them at the same time.

“i’d be happy to have you all to myself next door though mon ange, up to you,” charles interrupted your thoughts ━ well and truly letting you decide, although he had a pretty good inkling on what you would want.

you were happy to play whatever part in charles trying to prove a point, if it meant having the pair of them on your skin at the same time you couldn’t really care less.

was it incredibly unprofessional of you? maybe.

but in your defence the pair of them… okay well you had put the move on carlos, but the pair of them are the ones who keep adding fuel to the fire that is sexual tension.

your silence almost worried charles, but the monegasque was so certain in his thoughts; meaning he wasn’t too surprised when your hands were pushing him back to the couch filling carlos’ drivers room, a small grin; the first one for a few hours, tugging on his features as you climbed on his lap.

charles was bringing you down for another kiss without another word, hand tangling in your hair as your own hands spread on his shoulder ━ his other hand moving to hold your hip.

you would’ve felt slightly invasive about being in carlos’ room, but then he was guiding your hips over his ━ the friction having your murmuring into the monegasque mouth before gasping as his hand laid a smack on your ass, quickly turning into a small giggle as you moved your own lips to his neck.

“you’re so confident he’ll wanna join?” you mumbled out against his skin, charles letting out a sigh of content as his head fell back; a rare time where he let you do whatever you pleased, his hands resting on your ass.

“mhm,” charles hummed ━ eyes closing as you pressed kisses against the column of his throat, slightly relaxed at the feeling that he had been craving since stepping out of the ferarri car. “sure of it.”

the door swung open moments later, causing you to sit up straight as your head peered over your shoulder; the sight of a stunned carlos having a few doubts entering your mind.

you wished you shared the same confidence as the driver beneath you, but you didn’t.

“what is this?” carlos looked visibly surprised, the view would’ve been great if you took away his teammate beneath you. for a moment he thought he had the wrong room, but that was definitely his helmet set aside.

definitely his bag. definitely his name on the door.

“thought we could celebrate mate.” charles spoke up, and carlos could see right through the fake smile he had plastered on. it matched the one he’d been carrying around the team ever since the podium, but it didn’t little to bother him ━ much more intrigued by your big eyes staring at him.

you couldn’t help but stare, the sight of the driver and the prospect of finally feeling him again enough to have your mind in the gutter, making the bold move of climbing off of charles lap

“if you want to of course,” you hummed with a sweet smile, an innocent one that carlos recognised as you approached him ━ your hand pushing on the door to shut it, carlos full attention now on you.

charles watched, hands folded behind his head where he sat on the couch. he had to take a small breath as your arms moved to wrap around carlos’ neck, a glimpse of doubt flashing through his mind.

no. this would be worth it. the end goal was to have carlos hearing the way you screamed his name, to give him a taste of what he couldn’t have ever again.

carlos could not find any reason to object as you leaned up onto your tippy toes, his head titled down to look at you ; practically entranced as you beamed up at him.

“you deserve it though,” you spoke quietly this time, hands running down his chest as you bit down on your bottom lip, the spaniard feeling the blood rush straight to his cock as he got flashbacks from the feeling of your touch.

he almost kissed you, almost; hand grabbing your jaw and stopping you moments before your lips made contact, his head moving to look at charles as he kept yours in place.

“you’re fine with this?” carlos quizzed, not sounding at all convinced ━ a blind man could see charles was not exactly comfortable with the image in front of him, no longer able to muster the energy to fake a smirk nor smile.

“his idea,” you interrupted; hands moving to guide carlos’ head to face you once more. “now kiss me before he changes his mind,” you grinned, and carlos didn’t need to be told twice.

the high of the adrenaline still rushing through his veins had him not at all conceded about the repercussions of quite literally sharing you with charles in the condiment of his drivers room, nothing could kill his mood ━ and you were only boosting it as your lips messily moved in sync.

the heated kiss was accompanied by his hands roaming your body, tugging you into his front as the built up tension finally got some relief. your body practically melting into his and your almost forgot charles was here.

that was never going to slide though, the monegasque making his presence known quite easily as you felt him press up against your back, his semi hard cock poking your ass while his hands grabbed your hips.

you hadn’t even heard him stand up, but you definitely felt his lips attaching to your neck ━ sandwiched between the two drivers your mind grew foggy incredible quickly, barely able to register charles hand snaking around your waist; slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties.

“oh,” you moaned into the kiss with carlos, eyes fluttering open as your hand moved to grip the spaniards arm from the very sudden contact you hadn’t been expecting.

the sound had carlos eyes opening, leaning away as he looked down between your bodies, spotting charles hand relatively quickly.

he wasn’t complaining though, not when you were looking into his eyes as your face contorted with slight pleasure. he watched as your cheeks went a tint of red, your eyes suddenly trying to avoid his because you thought you may melt under the intense stare.

“i gotta say princesa this is quite the sight,” carlos hummed out, licking his lip as his hands remained above your hips, charles still working the lower region; not wasting any time as he slid a finger inside of you, catching you completely off guard once more because usually he would take his time and have you squirming first. “didn’t know you were such a slut,” he comment, happily watching as you gripped onto him for dear life.

you were trying desperately to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your lips ━ carlos’ words not being any help. charles smirked ever so slightly, head leaning up from your neck; feeling you clench around his fingers was no surprise, but gave him all the reassurance that he needed in knowing this was the right thing to do. you were already loving every moment.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about her carlos,” charles hummed matter of factly, eyes meeting his teammate as if he wasn’t fingering you right now; carlos raising a brow as he resisted the urge to scoff, not too rushed in looking to charles instead of you.

“know she looked beautiful bouncing on my cock a few weeks ago,” carlos replied just as casually, the first mention between the two drivers of what they both knew; the unspoken ‘secret’ finally not unspoken.

but it wasn’t as if you could give any input, maybe if charles wasn’t toying with your cunt perfectly ━ with the obvious goal to get you off as quickly as possible, you would’ve rolled your eyes and pointed out how ridiculous the pair of them have been as of recent.

but instead you could only moan ━ carlos using the opportunity to slide his fingers in your mouth as a way to shut you up, your eyes immediately opening wide and looking up at him.

“looks even better in the sheets.” charles continued to one up, not even knowing if there was any truth to his words; all he knew was he took pride in the fact you were in his bed every weekend.

carlos had you on his sofa.

“can tie her up there. she likes that,” charles was grinning widely, quite happily sharing information that he knew carlos would in no way know. things that just weren’t possible for him that one time in imola.

all the while your legs were growing weak as you sucked on carlos’ fingers, tongue swirling around them to occupy yourself ━ body practically on fire from the way they were speaking, as if you weren’t even there.

carlos wasn’t phased. his smirk had not faltered in the slightest, seeing right through the monegasque and what he was trying to do. and he in no way wanted to give charles that satisfaction.

“we might have to try that sometime then hermosa, you want that?” carlos directed his full attention back to you, fingers leaving your lips to grab your jaw, leaving a line of spit on your chin as you moaned once more ━ nodding quickly at the question.

the cockiness in his tone, the way he was practically dismissing charles had you more turned on than you’d like to admit. even with charles fingers deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but be greedy and think of carlos having his way with you.

charles was not at all impressed with your lack of attention, the fact he couldn’t see your face was enough as it is, he was the one that had your legs beginning to give out; the reason your nails were certainly leaving indents on carlos’ skin.

“what was that amour?” charles spoke up, no shame in interrupting as his fingers that weren’t buried deep inside of you found your hair, tugging your head back and out of carlos’ grasp, leading you to put your eyes on him as he kept you in place.

your gasp was tuned out by carlos’ chuckle, deciding to watch in amusement and just enjoy the sight of you on the edge of an orgasm, body still so close to his. the vision of you cumming around him was engraved in his memory, but this was better than he remembered. better than what he keeps fantasising about.

he was certain you’d look even better if it was his fingers instead though.

“charles,” you breathed out, speaking a thousand words with one little mumble of his name. your eyes pleading with his. play nice, i’m sorry, let me cum, you’re being ridiculous, i’m close; just a few of the things going through your mind.

much to your dismay though, his fingers left you suddenly ━ your hips attempting to chase the contact as your knees buckled, carlos’ hands flying to your waist to steady you.

“think you should get on your knees and congratulate our winner doll. show him how proud you are yeah?” charles suggested, confusing both you and the spaniard at the change in attitude.

annoyed with your lack of attention now telling you to give it to carlos?

carlos’ eyes narrowed in suspicion once more, refusing to believe this was just fun as he could easily believe it to be.

no, he was certain charles wanted to be the one getting you off. and that charles was going to let you get himself off.

“actually,” carlos interrupted, halting you as you started to crouch down to your knees ━ more than eager to have him in your mouth. “think i want a taste of your pretty pussy instead.” carlos was speaking directly at you.

charles rolled his eyes, wanting to scoff ━ petty in his thoughts that carlos was most definitely suggesting something else just for the sake of it.

you too wanted to huff out at there ability to still be creating tension, while you’re quite literally here with soaked panties and willing to take either of them in either way.

“couldn’t care less on what either of you do to me.” you finally managed to get a say in, swallowing harshly as you tried to sound put together. “just stop treating it like a competition.” you sassed, and you would’ve laughed at the look of defence on the pair of them as they tried to play dumb at your observation.

“there’s no competition.” carlos was first to speak, hands finding the hem of your shirt as he pulled it over your head, charles grabbing the material off of him once it reached your arms and throwing it aside. “someone’s just threatened.” carlos repeated what he had said earlier, even winking as he quickly scooped you up in his arms.

charles did scoff this time, following the pair of you as carlos practically threw you onto the couch, getting on his knees before linking his arms under your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the sofa after doing so.

“you’re forgetting i’m the one letting you have a taste of her,” charles couldn’t help but get possessive, moving to the back of the couch as he brushed all your hair back and out of your face.

“both of you shut up,” you grumbled ━ breath hitching in your throat as carlos made quick work of getting rid of your pants and underwear, then positioning your legs over his shoulders.

“ah, ah,” carlos tsked ━ pressing kisses up your inner thighs slowly, charles left to watch above the pair of you ━ absentmindedly playing with your hair and running his finger tips over your tender neck. “don’t act like you don’t fucking love it,”

charles eyebrow raised slightly at the spaniards words, letting out a loud hum of agreement as he nodded quickly ━ not giving you time to speak once more.

“he’s right mon ange, acting like such a whore for both of us.” charles chimed in, your eyes focusing on his teammate who had your head in between your thighs who was now grinning at charles words.

oh for fuck sake.

“messing with both of us, can’t help yourself can you?” carlos questioned, kisses now surrounding where you needed him most, his nose and breath bumping and tickling your sensitive cunt every few moments, causing you to squirm and flinch.

“bet she’s been dreaming of this. both of us? that what you wanted all along baby?” charles egged on, and suddenly you were wishing you had let them continue their pointless one upping, because this had your heart racing, back arching and lips pouting as you struggled to take in every word.

“go on. answer us.” carlos instructed, not pleased with your silence as he kept your wiggling legs still with his arms wrapped around them.

you wanted to reply, defend yourself and point out that they weren’t entirely innocent either. that you didn’t mean to end up with both of them; it wasn’t your fault both of them were so damn fuckable.

so silence. again. displeasing both of the drivers, and you questioned whether you missed some sort of signal or glance, because a sudden tug of your hair was in sync with carlos laying a harsh tap on your clit, a loud and quick moan escaping your throat.

“words pretty girl,” charles cooed, sounding way too sweet for his tone to be genuine ━ you didn’t need to turn around to see him smirking wickedly, you could already tell from his tone.

“s’ not my fault,” you whined out, although you couldn’t sound annoyed for long as carlos’ tongue finally found a home on your clit, swiping through your folds first before flicking at your sensitive bud.

charles had chuckled at your inability to deny there words, hand moving to cover your mouth and muffle your moans while carlos ate you out, tongue working expertly; feeling better than you remembered.

the pair of them were working together in keeping you still on the couch, considering you almost orgasm had your body so responsive, which had charles growing hard as you thrashed and moaned into the palm of his hand, grateful that he was stopping you from letting everyone outside the thin walls know what was going on.

“should take a photo of you like this baby, think it proves we’re quite the happy team.” charles commented, vibrations being sent through your core as carlos chuckled against your pussy, hips pushing up against his face.

moans and incoherent mumbles were all you could manage, eyes rolling back as the pleasure rapidly built, quicker than before but you had no shame. you already guessed you stood no chance with the pair of them chatting in your ear and touching you.

“you’re not cumming till i say,” carlos had spoke up, fingers sliding inside you with ease due to how wet you were, lips then attaching to your clit; his movements now lacking pace, lazily thrusting his fingers as he swirled his tongue around your bud.

the perfect pace to keep you right on the edge, still enough to have your body shaking above him, pants and whines filling the air; but not enough to get you all the way, your hips bucking once more although he was quick to press them back down into the sofa.

“need to shut up love.” charles was speaking to you again, hand leaving your mouth and you tried oh so hard to stay quiet, hearing the buckle of his belt before charles had shuffled to the side of the couch, grabbing your hair and directing your head to his freed cock.

you took him in your mouth whole with little resistance, the hush groan from the driver enough to have your mind off your own pleasure for a moment, eyes watering as you gagged around him; entranced with the view above.

“go on,” charles instructed ━ letting go of your hair as you moaned around him when carlos curled his fingers inside you, a shot at your attention as you quickly began to bob your head up and down.

your efforts were made to suck charles off but you were still hyper aware of every movement and action carlos made, noticing the speed increase in his fingers as he slid a third finger in, sucking harshly at your clit.

your moans continued to be muffled, charles having to bite down harshly on his bottom lip to shut himself up from the vibrations you were sending around him with every whimper and moan, his hand finding a place in your hair again as he began to guide you once more.

you let him do as he pleased, before he was tugging you off his length and forcing your head down to face carlos, your teary eyes and swollen lips which were decorated by saliva that had gathered were the least of your concern when carlos met your eye.

the sight of you looking so ruined already had him wanting to send you over the edge, curling his fingers perfectly as you moaned loudly ━ charles fingers now slipping in your mouth as you came.

“shut up and take it.” charles grumbled out once more, free hand lazily jacking off as he watched your body come undone, back arching off the couch as you moaned around the monegasque’s fingers.

carlos was smirking against your cunt, helping you ride out your high as he gradually slowed his fingers down. you had to watch through hooded eyes as he sucked them clean, almost mirroring you with charles fingers still in your mouth.

“i’m fucking you now.” charles spoke, wanting no confusion or delays in getting his turn of you. he damn needed it, so much frustration he still wanted to let out.

he didn’t miss carlos’ eye roll, just how you didn’t miss the obvious tent in the spanish drivers pants ━ mouth watering at the sight but the knowledge charles was about to fuck you had you ready to go again, despite your already tiring body.

“hands and knees angel, come on,” charles encouraged ━ fingers leaving your mouth, tapping your cheek twice. carlos hands had left your still shaky legs, standing up so he could watch as you obediently got into position, facing the arm of the couch as you got settled on your hands and knees.

“such a good girl no?” carlos spoke up, appearing in front of you now although he was looking at charles, causing your cheeks to heat and thighs to press together, charles making it known he was now behind you as he quickly pushed your legs a little further apart.

“when she wants to be.” charles replied, slapping your ass for good measure which had you jolting forwards, carlos grinning as you did so, yet shook his head ever so slightly. once more ignoring charles petty attempts of power play.

you moaned at the feeling of charles tip running through your folds, once more pushing forward as your body attempted to escape the sensitivity, although his hand had made a grip on your hip to guide you back.

“would be good for me all the time,” carlos spoke certainly, hand cupping the side of your face as he crouched down next to the arm rest, so he was in your direct eye line. “wouldn’t you?” carlos was smiling widely, thumb brushing over the skin of your cheek.

you nodded quickly, a small sigh of content leaving your lips which was cut short by carlos connecting your lips in quite the lazy but still heated kiss, slower than the first one however, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

charles once more was growing annoyed, plans to have you begging for him suddenly out the window. interrupting whatever this moment was much more preferable, getting comfortable in how he was half kneeling behind you ━ one foot on the ground and other knee on the couch, thrusting into you suddenly.

feeling him bottom out inside you had your ability to kiss back faltering, lips parting as you moaned, eyes rolling back from the stretch that would never fail to make you see stars.

“fuck, oh my god,” you moaned, the sound enough to boost the drivers ego once more as he quickly began to thrust in and out of you, not giving you as much time to adjust as he usually would ━ your noises already beginning to grow too loud once more.

carlos was happy watching for a moment, still crouched down ━ admiring the way your eyes rolled back, how your lips parted from the pleasure, your cheeks rosy red. his thumb gathered the saliva still tracing your chin, before pressing the pad of his thumb onto your tongue ━ slipping past your lips naturally.

you forced your eyes to open from the action, closing your lips around the drivers thumb before pulling back with a pop, carlos grunting before standing up.

it was deja vu, watching as carlos quickly freed his own cock ━ suddenly being shut up again as he guided your head towards him, your lips wrapping around his dick while charles continued to fuck you from behind.

“oh fuck,” carlos breathed out as his head fell back, hand loosely holding your hair to keep it out of your way, yet he allowed you to do all the work as you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head.

a harsher thrust from the driver behind you had your body moving forward once more, arms almost giving out on you as carlos’ cock hit the back of your throat.

“look so pretty letting both of us use you sweetheart,” carlos grunted out ━ forcing his brown eyes back down on to you and the sight that you were, charles kind enough to offer a grumble of agreement.

“could cum just like this couldn’t you? can feel the way you’re squeezing me baby,” charles groaned, hips snapping against yours harshly at a relentless pace, your reply not audible to either of them considering you had carlos’ dick down your throat.

the overstimulation felt like heaven, eyes shutting as you continued to take as much of carlos in your mouth as you could, choking every now and then but with little mind, feeling so full but only craving more of it.

your senses were full of the pair of them, there praises, moans and grunts getting mixed into one ━ tuning out of everything but the feeling of charles fucking you and the sight of carlos above you, his grip on your hair the only thing now stopping you from face planting into the couch.

“fuck━ gonna cum hermosa,” carlos rasped out, and you took the words as encouragement, quickly deep throating him once more. the gagging noise alongside your muffed moan around him had his dîck twitching, before he was cumming in your mouthed as he threw his head back.

you were quick to swallow and lick him clean with as much focus as you could while charles fucked you stupid before carlos pulled out of your mouth.

“i’m close,” was the first thing you managed to say, voice coming out hoarse due to the borderline face fucking you had received.

once more charles was swooping in, pulling you away from carlos once again as his hand wrapped around your hair, tugging you back so you were against his chest.

“you’re gonna have to beg for it chérie,” charles told you, fingers wrapping around your throat to keep you up ━ the other snaking around your waist to find your clit, causing you to whine as the new angle allowed for him to hit your g-spot.

“please,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut once more. carlos was watching again, heavy breaths from his own orgasm although he was sure he could cum again from the little show he was getting right now.

“you can do better than that.” charles kept it simple, his own head falling into the crook of your neck as he muffled his own groan against your skin, biting at your shoulder a few moments later which had you whimpering.

“please charles,” you tried to stay quiet despite the temptation to scream, the stimulation of your abused clit the perfect addition to his hard and deep thrusts. “please make me cum, please, please, please,” you begged, a scramble of pleas as you shook in his arms.

carlos felt that undeniable jealousy once more, hiding it like he had all night although it was harder to ignore in the current moment. your pleas for him, your willingness to do so a cruel reminder of how common this was for the pair of you.

how uncommon it was for him. unheard of.

charles was grinning now, eyes flashing to carlos for a brief moment before picking up the pace of his fingers, pressing kisses to your neck again.

“who’s pussy is this hm?” charles questioned, and even in your fucked out state you knew exactly why he was posing the question to you, well aware he didn’t want to hear your answer. he wanted carlos to.

carlos knew it too, visibly tensing at the question despite it just being another bit of go to dirty talk, he wasn’t stupid. but he also couldn’t bring himself to look away, his own pride falling second to the opportunity to watch you cum again.

“yours,” you barely spoke above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut as your jaw hanged open, unable to keep up with the way he was pounding into you, so focused on trying to keep your whines and moans quiet.

“who?” charles huffed, pretending he didn’t hear you as he slapped your clit once, a high pitch moan tumbling from your throat, unable to control yourself anymore.

“yours charles. all yours, fuck, please,” you moaned out, stumbling over your words as you saw white, cumming on his dîck suddenly as you went limp in his arms despite your arching back.

charles helped you ride out your high, a satisfied smirk settling nicely onto his features, and for the first time ever he was not interested in seeing you cum.

“all mine.” charles spoke out in agreement, eyes meeting his teammates as he did so. carlos couldn’t hide his annoyance anymore, the slight tick of his jaw obvious, not when charles was looking at him so smugly. as if your little confirmation through your orgasm wasn’t enough, charles was sure to add the cherry on top.

‘all mine.’ he repeated, only mouthing it this time for the spanish driver to see.

message received, loud and clear.

━━

a/n: so that’s that 😀

unedited atm like usual bare with me pls hehe

part 283849 of me not liking my work but it’s okay these celebration fics are me wanting to try a few things different, although i just can’t picture charles the way i wrote him here but it’s fine

anyways i hope u enjoyed, i love u all sm sm sm all feedback is encouraged or any thoughts u have i love reading/hearing from y’all so so much <333

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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My manager constantly asks me to cover him on my days off so HE can spend time with his family. Let alone the fact that since I've been hired, I see my family maybe twice a year, and one is when we shut down for winter during the holidays so I get to use up what little money I have saved for transportation and presents with no ability to generate income to replenish it with. I literally have been forced to give up my entire life and mental health and all my relationships so that OTHER people can have theirs. And they wonder why I went back to college to find a salaried and stable job? That's not even to mention that while I have a bachelors degree in the field I am working, I only get $16 an hour, which in my state is barely more than our state minimum wage. And I'd never get a raise, ever, unless minimum wage went up to like 17 and then I'd be at minimum wage forever.

I know everyone talks about small businesses being "the lifeblood of our country" but honestly my experiences have found them to be even more parasitic than a lot of corporations. Not only do they pay low wages but they will try to get you to work 45-50 hours a week (usually weekends when you would be able to have a life) and try to coerce you into giving up your lunch breaks "because we're too busy" and a bunch of other illegal things that you can't really take much legal action for because they try to (in my state) keep the number of employees under 10 and use outdated equipment or handwritten stuff that makes paper trails hard to follow.

I'm just literally at the end of my rope with them. And I've got coworkers texting me to give the manager what he wants because it's fathers day and he "might not have many left with his" and I'm over here like "oh? He gets to see his father on father's day? I haven't seen mine on father's day in TWELVE YEARS!" Let alone the guy sees his parents so so much, sounds like a couple times a month. While I see mine twice a year. Fuck this business I hope it collapses.

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title. “it’s armani, not polyester.” | m

pairings. ceo!jimin x secretary!reader x ex-boyfriend!director!jeongguk

inspired by. conan grey’s heather.

genre. e2f - f2l , office romance, sugar daddy-baby-esque.

words. 10.6k

warnings. explicit content (obviously). mentions of alcohol use.

concept. a retelling of conan grey’s heather in its future days.

story time.

“that’s your ex?” wendy blinks once before proceeding to openly ogle the - as per jennie’s excited text - ‘tall and handsome as hell cutie’ who’s in the middle of speaking to irene who seems to be sporting a larger-than-her-daily smile as her body moves as she nods and laughs and nods again, “i mean - i was expecting some hobo looking guy with spectacles bigger than his head and snot running down his face.”

with a cringe, you shoot her a much needed side eye, “okay first off - ew,” throwing your gaze back at jeongguk, “second off, we only dated for like three months before everyone started sleeping with everybody.”

“like orgies and shits?” this time, it’s her turn to cringe.

“no,” you roll your eyes, “i mean we had our first fight, he slept with my best friend so i slept with his brother who was dating that best friend.”

“oh,” you can almost feel the way her eyes shift from you ex to you as you continue to type on the computer, “guess no more family dinners.”

“it gets better,” you feel a creep up your face as you turn to meet her wide eyed gaze, “me and his brother got into the same college and we decided to stay friends and now his mom knows me as taehyung’s best friend instead of her second child’s ex-girlfriend.”

by the end of it, wendy’s jaw is quite literally on the floor, missing her chance to greet the cutie who’s obviously led here by irene. standing up, you fix the man who seems to have turned into ice, “thank you, irene, i’ll take it from here,” without even missing a beat you give jeongguk a once over, admitting his worth of the nickname he’ll soon forth be known as in the office, “mr. jeon, mr. park is thrilled to meet you.”

jimin didn’t exactly say that - he only yawned when you briefed him about the interview with the possible new tech guy before dozing off in the passenger seat for the rest of the ride.

“you work here?” thawed from his initial shock, jeongguk hurriedly tries to catch up to you when he sees you walking towards the double doors of your boss’ office which is just twenty feet away.

“oh no, i just deliver pizza and happen to know where the ceo’s office is,” and that marks your second eyeroll for the day to which jeongguk’s lips tuck into a blatant sneer.

before he even finished his “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed”, you’re already knocking twice on the door before strutting into the room where jimin’s face lights up at the sight of you before returning to its unsmiling state when his eyes lands on something over your shoulder.

“mr. park, mr. jeon is here for the interview for the management information systems director position,” you hand him the ipad with jeongguk’s resume opened and ready for inspection.

jeongguk pretends not to see your feigned smile as you pass him but before you manage to exit the room, a voice stops you, “oh, miss ____, do you mind telling irene to make me an extra strong coffee?”

“i can make that, mr. park,” you announce, eyebrows threatening to weave themselves together at the peculiar order.

jimin only chuckles, “miss ____, you and i’s definition of extra strong is vastly different,” but before you can debunk it, he’s already complementing his insult with a praise, “you make the nicest chamomile tea though.”

all while jeon jeongguk stands in the middle of the way yet he’s the last thing you see and probably the last thing jimin notices.

“that’s fair,” with a nod and an amused smile, you leave through the door, knowing full well jeongguk is more than able to distinguish between what’s a facade and what’s not.

and he may very well be the first to call bullshit on your too respectful interactions with your boss.

jeongguk gets the position. naturally, he would - he graduated at the top of his class, became valedictorian, dished out an inspiring speech to which taehyung showed you a video of when you were having your trimonthly meet up a year a ago.

he was a cutie with brains and brawn. his department sucked him in as their new director and colleague in no time. the news of the new tall and handsome as hell cutie who apparently looks better than most people in suit has spread to every other department with wendy and irene liasing between the rumors - considering the fact that they take the ‘first interaction’ privilege.

perks of being part of jimin’s secretary trio, you suppose.

the aforementioned man peeks up at you with a smirk, his leather black salvator snaking up the side of your black mesh pantyhose as you stand in front of him and just until five seconds ago, were briefing him about his meeting with the representative of the manufacturing company for the new chip.

“miss jisoo will be here in two hours and she’ll be discussing the direct materials cost, direct labor cost and manufacturing overhead - that’s where i’ll need you to pay attention because maque it is known for their concrete bargains but exceptional product outcome.” you inform.

“mr. park,” his eyes snap to yours, “my eyes are up here.”

you’re not sure what he sees, but it may or may not have something to do with your unyielding force but flirtatious tone - either way, he lets out a surrendered chuckle.

“i got it - bargain, get the cheapest overall cost but the best production,” he says before guiding your hand that’s under his chin to his mouth, taking your pinky finger between his pearly whites.

“good, call me if you need anything else,” you nod in approval, lips curling into a satisfied smile before summoning your hand back to your side.

the sound of your heels reverberate against the walls as you make your way to the doors but before you manage to step one foot out, he’s calling out for you, “____,” voice unsettlingly calm but his words couldn’t have been any more overbearing, “i expect the same amount of dedication for your... other line of work.”

you would have let that smile tuck into a knowing smirk, would have given him something to look forward to - enough to keep him on his toes for the rest of the day but not enough to be a distraction to his tasks. if not for the sight of a flock of wavy black hair and darkest brown eyes.

“mr. jeon,” your voice may have rose a pitch higher but you’ve managed to school it into a pleasant smile, “how may i help you?”

jeongguk’s eyebrows falter just the slightest bit as a flash of confusion mixed with suspicion crosses his face before he plainly says, “i have something to discuss with the ceo about my work.”

“i’m not sure how things work at your previous company but you need to schedule a meeting with mr. park before anything else but i’ll be glad to navigate you through your scope of duty since mr. park will redirect me to you anyway,” you say simply, noticing how the man’s eyes flit towards the tinted grey glass with three horizontal parallel line down the middle where one can distortedly see jimin’s body turned towards the glass the way it had been when you last saw him.

clearly, he’s watching this unfold through the same see through space.

“it’ll just take a sec - i promise,” jeongguk sounds halfway annoyed with your insistence.

when he takes a step to the side, you take another to the same side, “mr. jeon, this kind of behavior - and on your first day, at that - isn’t something you need on your record and i didn’t make that policy, it was mr. park,” with a the slightest tilt of your head, you let the smile turn into a snide one, “and since you’ve been going around chatting with your new coworkers, you should know a thing or two about how seriously mr. park values one’s descipline during work.”

he shoots you one last pondering look, tongue forming a gentle protrusion in his left cheek like he’d unconsciously do when he’s debating to do the opposite of what he’s told by first agreeing and then finding another way to get what he wants.

“fine,” his shoulder line jolts as he shrugs, hands shoved into his pocket as a strand of hair falls over his forehead, “i need a list of names of the people in my department as well as the last twenty year’s worth of projects held by the company.”

the smile you have on threatens to split into a disgruntled sneer at his ridiculous demand. ten years is the maximum amount of time someone would take to review and understand the workings of the company. fifteen is a stretch because there’s a chance of a change of policy. but a record of the past ten years means you’ll have to do some digging in the storage room since not all files were digitalized and being the new director of the IT department, jeon jeongguk is not oblivious to that very fact.

“i’ll have them on your desk by thursday,” you announce and he reiterates, “i need them by tomorrow.”

and that’s the last straw for you - letting out a sound between a scoff and a snide laughter, you place your hand on your hip, “huh, are you crazy?”

“i mean, as the new director, i need to learn the ropes of the company asap, no? don’t tell me you can’t even do that?” a smile creeps up jeongguk’s face, one that mimics that of a predator who’s caught his prey walking straight into his trap, “and all that talk about discipline.”

the contemptuous chuckle at the end is what boils the blood in your veins and before you know it, you’re spouting out words that you instantaneously regret as soon as they come out.

“of course, i’ll have them on your desk by tomorrow.”

“achoo!”

you curse underneath your breath as you sniffle from the remnants of the sneeze. fourty-three minutes in and you’re already on your nth sneezing fit. index finger flitting across the labels on the box, it takes you three nose scrunching and five boxes down the shelf to find a light blue label with ‘1998′ written next to a ‘september’.

well, that’s the second month of the year 1998 that you’ve managed to locate. the process repeats itself for a good twelve more minutes before you hear the screech of the in-need-of-oiling door and the echo of footsteps against the quiet walls before a tall, black haired figure steps into your periphery.

he’s looking as fresh and crisp as the tie hanging around his neck while you’re pretty sure your updo hair is halfway to giving out to gravity with how you’ve been moving boxes of files around.

“so what are we looking for?” jeongguk begins unnervingly calmly.

but you’re not one to turn down a hand, “anything blue with a label of 1990 up till 2010 - oh and they come in months.”

instead of complaining or at least making his displeasure known, the man simply starts searching the shelves five feet apart from you.

and so it goes, your file searching journey with your ex slash newly appointed coworker. multiple scenarios rushed through your head when you first heard jimin’s excellent review after jeongguk left. the elder man had been typing away on his mac when you’d come to pick up the empty mugs of coffee when he’d passingly say, “you know, there’s something about him that the other candidates lack - where’d you find this guy?”

but you never thought that being stuck in the files room alone would ever come up with this outcome-

“i heard you were the one who recommended me,” that voice of his is as sweet as the first drop of nectar but instead of the boyish tint, it’s tinged with a taste of wine and masculinity.

it’s familiar yet foreign all at once.

“then you must know all three secretaries were required to pick someone to recommend the job for,” with that, you twirl on your heels, a partially full box in your hand as you strut towards the desk where its blue shaded comrades awaits.

“so i’ve been told,” and that’s how you know jeongguk’s initial casual nature was just a facade to conceal his guilt-ridden conscience, “why didn’t you tell me? you didn’t even sign your name in the email - you never mentioned anything -”

“it’s nothing personal, guk,” you cut him off, back on him you pretend to rummage through each individual file of the recent box you’d found, “we needed a new IT director and you fit the criteria but if i gave out any indication that i was the one who reached out to you, your decisions might be affected by that - even just the slightest bit and that’s the last thing i want,” you say simply, “not to mention we pay better - so you get it, right?”

when you twirl around to face him, arms crossed over you chest, ass leaned up against the desk whilst your left knee slants to rest over its right counterpart, you finally meet the man’s curious doe eyes. they’re marred with the signs of life but still as exuberant and beautiful as the first day he stopped you in the hallway. his smiles are more expensive now and he doesn’t shyly look down before talking to you but he’s still the same high school heartthrob you’d had the fattest crush on.

and that’s the thing about high school and the matters of the heart - they’re meant to stay in the past as a fond yet foolish reminder of the things you would do when you were 16.

“i can’t have my guy prancing around the office like an uncivilized raccoon and ji- mr. park is extremely particular about time,” you sigh, throwing your gaze to your blood red soles if only because you can’t hold his gaze longer than this, “trust me, i don’t do things to inconvenience you just because i should have some kind of personal vendetta against you - i don’t.”

“wonder why i have been getting the opposite vibe from you ever since i came,” his shoulder line jolts slightly as he shrugs, eyes rolling but the tiniest smile on his face tells you that it’s all a good natured jest.

“i’m sorry - every time i look at you, it feels like i went back to being that high school girl who lashed out at everyone and everything,” it’s the way his eyes sparkle like stars at your words that drives you to quickly add, “my therapist told me to take a step back every time i feel like saying something mean to you because it’s just my own defense mechanism - i’m still working on it.”

“oh,” is all he says before a blanket of silence wraps around the both of you. it goes on for the longest moment with jeongguk’s unfocused yet heavy gaze on you.

he does that - staring off at something when he’s processing information and knowing his ex-girlfriend who he cheated on now goes to therapy, isn’t something one hears everyday.

“well, let’s get these,” you light tap the box on your left, “to your office - i’ll have the intern pick the rest later.”

“oh-” almost as though snapped from a daze, jeongguk blinks. one. twice. until he’s rushing to your side to get at least two boxes, one piled on top of the other, in each arm while you choose to only carry two.

when he finally finds his words, the first thing he says it -“you don’t have to get me all 20 years of record - 10 is enough and if you walk me through how things work, i’d be really grateful.”

you scoff, a smile on your lips before he mimics yours, “are you like, concerned about me cause i told you i’m seeing therapist -”

“me? concerned? about you?” his body moves along with his eye roll but his tone lacks the sarcasm he’s intending, “not in a thousand years.”

jeongguk is concerned. he tips toes around you like you’re the thinly veiled ice over a lake of emotions. as though one wrong move and you’ll break. and that’s how you know you’re not the only one who’s changed and grown with the years you spent apart.

the jeon jeongguk you knew couldn’t care less if you’d fallen into the darkest depth of your ruins - only because you’d hurt him just as much.

though you haven’t got to the point of having lunch together like wendy and irene and the entire team from his department had, you’ve had moments in between coming back from lunch with jimin and just before lunch hour is up where you’re in the pantry with ice cream in your hand and your phone in the other.

while you’re sure no one would be coming around this time of the day, jeon jeongguk finds away to surprise you with his sudden appearance. strutting in as if he doesn’t notice you, picking up the instant coffee packet only to place one newly stirred coffee cup between you and him as he sips his own that he made with the one he’s apparently gifting you.

“why?” you narrow your eyes at him, suspicion filling every inch of your curled lips.

“oh you know,” his shoulder line shrugs and you realize he’s grown a few inches taller because his shoulder fully past your head, “cause i heard you like your coffees with cream too.”

“how do i know it’s not poisoned?” still dubious, you keep your eyes on him like a hawk - nothing can get past you, not even a nervous gulp.

but instead, he throws his head back, sighing, “___, you literally saw me make them.”

“i don’t know, you’re acting kinda sus, guk,” you insist, phone screen long dead as you take one last bite of the ice cream before tossing the stick into the trashcan.

“sus? me?” his free hand comes flying up to his chest as he looks at you in disbelief.

“give me yours,” you finally announce, hand struck out with your palm facing upwards.

“whatever, idiot,” he shakes his head still, despite failing to hide the tiniest smile that begins to tuck on the corners of his lips before placing the cup he’s been holding on your awaiting hand.

“yay,” you grin, delighted before taking one long sip and breathing out in satisfaction, “i live another day.”

and so it goes, the light banters between moments in time. luckily for you, jeongguk is all round charmer that makes anyone and everyone - men, women and non-bonarys alike - who’s talking to him smile from ear to ear from something he says. possibly a compliment, possibly an agreement to what the other party was saying.

nobody suspected that either of you knew each other prior to this and that’s one less office rumor to look out for. you offer to help jeongguk settle in, murmuring names of the people who greets him so that he’d greet back with their informed name, seeing their faces light up a bit more at the realization that their new boss’s recognition.

“aren’t you with park 24/7? how do you know everyone in this company?” he asks one fine morning after you both got to his desk.

“i’d say it’s talent but i basically had to memorize them overnight right after i joined,” you shrug, “it wasn’t easy but you realize the difference it makes in everyone’s performance when they think their boss knows who they are.”

“so that’s the kind of person park is,” jeongguk nods whilst clicking on the ‘transfer files’ option on the screen of his computer.

“mr. park isn’t like the devil boss from hell - he’s just really self-disciplined,” you correct.

“if he was then why did he make you memorize the names of his employees?” he shoots you a look, one that says ‘you know i’m right’ to which you only roll your eyes.

“the same reason why he needs three secretaries to do his bidding - he’s too busy,” you shoot him a ‘no, you’re not’ look before sticking out your hand after the files are finish being transferred.

“how come i only get one?” his eyebrows knit together in a mixture of dissatisfaction and confusion as he places the usb drive into your hand, not quite showing any signs to take his own hand off just yet.

“maybe ‘cause you’re not that important?” you shoot him a similar ‘you know i’m right’ kind of manner and before he can even say anything, you’re curling your hand over the drive before twirling on your heels.

“ouch, you know that kinda hurts,” a voice comes up behind you and almost like a tidal wave, your apology comes in a second too soon, “really? sorry, i went too far-”

before you can even finish your words, you’re left rooted in your spot. a few feet away from the glass encased room where most of the executives and their secretaries are seen stepping in.

it’s the chuckle that reverberates against your eardrums that washes away your initial guilt like sand on shore, “you’re so-” jeongguk pauses, staring at you with eyes you can’t quite decipher and a flash of emotion you have never seen him make, “you’re so soft, you know that?”

“that wasn’t funny, jeongguk,” you fix him a hard stare, arms crossing over your chest.

“sorry - what i meant is,” and that’s the thing about the two of you - ever since you’d admitted your faults, jeongguk has followed your lead to apologize first. pride seems to be the last thing standing between the two of you at the moment - and it’s times like these, where you’re willing to listen and he’s willing to explain, that you think you might just escape that dark dwelling you call your past.

“miss ___,” a familiar voice drums in your ears, a hand on your lower back pulling your attention from the man in front of you to the attractive devil that’s on your side. the infernal spark in those dark eyes of his disappears as soon as he turns to - “jeongguk, i take it miss ____ has been a great help with the presentation you’re about to show us?”

“yes,” the aforementioned man nods, a look of unadulterated confidence making its way to his face as it replaced the lingering stare where jimin’s arm disappeared behind you, “i couldn’t have finished it this fast without ___.”

at jeongguk’s words, jimin lets a smile slip onto his strong features, making him look less like the unapproachable man he’s known for, “i’m looking forward to it.”

it’s only after jeongguk is walking a few steps ahead towards the open doors of the meeting room and jimin’s hand has long left your body, does the man murmur under his breath, “i’ve received applications for jeongguk’s secretary position, do you mind looking through them for me? though... i left them at my place - if you could come up with me to pick them later after work, it’d be great.”

“really?” you quickly say, before realizing it’d come off too excited for a request of overtime so you clear your throat, looking around the vicinity to see if anyone noticed, “i mean, yes, i can do that - i can drop by for a few minutes.”

“perfect,” his eyes disappears into crescents as the corners of his lips tuck higher before you part ways - him taking the seat at the end of the oval table while you head over to the computers connected to the projector, shoving the drive you’ve had trapped in your hand into its port.

“i’ve heard some things,” jimin’s honey voice is barely the subject of your conscience as you watch his lithe fingers working around the buckle of his belt until one end hangs loose before he pulls on the other, the sound of leather against fabric cutting the air like knife.

after jeongguk’s presentation which was met with praises and positive responses by the board, jimin had easily approved of the proposed updates on the - as the first would call it - a tad bit out dated data base. when the wendy, irene and the rest of his team was about to head out for dinner to celebrate their well earned success, you’d belatedly told them that you couldn’t make it because you had to drive jimin home.

seeing as it was a norm for the head secretary to also take on the role of the ceo’s chauffer, nobody questioned it.

nobody but the latest addition to the company.

jeongguk looked like he wanted to say something, stared at you a little longer as you fixed him and the rest of your leaving coworkers a ‘have fun, guys!’ kind of wave. but you suppose that could wait.

“i didn’t think you’d be one to pay attention to rumors,” you manage to say, swallowing heavily as you tear your gaze from jimin’s apt hands that are looping the belt into its buckle.

“this one’s a little bit interesting,” the chuckle he lets out is sinfully innocent compared to the way he slips the looped belt through your head and pulls on it, forcing the leather material to envelop your neck like a collar, “something about you and jeon having a special relationship.”

“that’s-” the words gets stuck in your throat when your heart leaps up at the slightest tuck on your neck, almost as if he’s saying to ‘choose your words carefully, dove.’

“it’s a matter of the distant past,” you say, sending a grateful prayer to the gods for allowing your voice to sound unbothered.

“didn’t seem like what the rumors are saying,” his breath fans your face as he whispers against your ear - you have to clench your fists together to stop the shivers from wracking through your body, “but that’s alright - at the end of the day, it’s my name you’re screaming.”

a moan escapes your mouth when a pair of plump lips press against yours. sparks in your veins and passion in your heart. before you know it, you’re blindly grasping onto the zipper of of jimin’s trousers, salivating at the thought of a part of him you know too well.

“please, daddy, let me suck your dick,” you plea, eyebrows knitting together with a sort of yearning and frustration from how achingly patient the striking blonde man in front of you is.

if it were up to him, you’d be soaking up the carpeted floor with your arousal throughout the night and he’d still manage to edge you on until you’re begging to come.

but that’s the thing, either way, you’re going to be begging for him. and you’d learned earlier on that you gain less from holding onto your pride than holding onto jimin’s dick.

with your mouth, that is.

it’s the morning after that - that you curse yourself for not putting any restraints to your carnal desires. in your defense though, begging and pleading jimin to push you to your limits seemed like an irresistible option at the time. that is, until you’re digging out what clothes you have in the drawer in your allocated room only to find most of them catering to the neck-to-just-above-the-cleavage-reveal kind of look.

so you opt for scarves - the bruises aren’t bad but the first days are always the hardest. and jimin notices the way you’re craning your neck from side to side as you keep your eyes trained on the red light that’s about to turn green anytime soon.

“does it hurt?” the saccharine sweet voice drips with honeyed concern whilst his hand goes to massage the back of your neck.

you hum in appreciation, “that feels good.”

“maybe i should’ve been gentler,” the tinge of remorse in his voice doesn’t go past you.

“that’s not even where it hurts most,” you giggle, feeling the familiar tingle in between your legs but you manage to push it to the back of your mind as you say, “but you know i like it when you’re rough.”

jimin only laughs, head shaking at your blatant confession. and so the mini massage session continues until the car starts rolling into motion. you go on with your morning routine of reminding him of the list of things he’ll have to do and people to meet for the day.

it’s only after you’ve parked the car and turning off the ignition that your phone dings with a notification of a ‘you received 50, 000 dollars from park jimin’.

squealing, you hop out of the car, heels click clacking against the concrete as you mini run towards the blond who’d slipped out of the car a second earlier.

“thank you, daddy!” you grin, hands wrapping around his arm as he chuckles softly, eyes disappearing into crescent moons.

“i booked you a session at lotus nirvana for the weekend,” he says a minute later as you stand in front of the elevator.

“oh my god,” you gasp, jaw hitting the floor, “the lotus? really?”

“and you can bring a plus one,” he boops your nose with his index finger, making you scrunch it because of the ticklish feeling it leaves.

“you’re the best!” you stand on your tip toes, placing a kiss on his cheekbone just before the elevator stops one level below the ceo and chairman’s parking level, revealing none other than jeongguk in a dashing cobalt blue louis vouitton suit.

you’ve managed to detach yourself from the now-unsmiling ceo who shoots the newcomer a brief smile as a greeting when jeongguk takes longer to look between you and his boss before finally stepping in.

“morning,” you greet with a wave, hoping to brush off the elephant in the room.

the man echoes back your words but nothing else - at least until you reach the 19th floor where jimin turns to you, hands in his pocket, “miss ___ i need to discuss something with you in my office,” just before you’re about to point out the sunken eyes in the younger man’s appearance.

“yes, mr. park,” you say in a heartbeat, before mouthing a ‘catch you later’ to the brunette.

in the next few days, you’ve opt for a variety of scarves to match your outfit. but more importantly, to hide the darkening bruises around your neck as you style your hair to hide what the scarves can’t.

it’s times like these that you keep your distance from people, choosing to stay in front of the computer unless jimin calls for you. whether to ask for if you’re up for having lunch with him, to inquire about the meeting he has or simply to just say “i miss your chamomile tea.”

at that, you can’t help but let the giggle break through your iron wall of a facade, “that’s what you called me for?”

the man’s eyes flit to the right for the briefest second, as though in search for a better answer which he finds none of before meeting your own, “yep, that’s what i called you for.”

“you’re so cute, daddy,” you gush, before placing you ipad down on the desk, hands coming up to frame around jimin’s cheeks as they turn round from the smile that slips onto his face, “i’ll make some for you tonight!” but then your shoulder line falls, eyebrows coming together, “wait - i have dinner with jeongguk tonight.”

“you mean jeon?” he raises an amused eyebrow to which you nod, hands falling away from his cheeks.

“i’ve been avoiding him these past few days and i think he’s getting a little suspicious about us spending so much time together - he thinks you’re... forcing me to do things,” you sigh - just this morning, the black haired cutie caught you in the middle of your way to your desk, pulling you to the side with a set of concerned eyebrows knitted together, “are you okay?”

you took a moment, eyes roaming around the vicinity as though it’d help spot the reason to this abrupt intervention before looking back at him, smiling cluelessly “...yeah, i’m fine.”

he let go of your arm to push his soft tresses which seemed to be missing its usual slick gelled look today, “the ladies have been saying park tends to work you to the bones every few times a month - like right now, and that’s a normal thing here?”

and because it wasn’t the kind of question you got asked often - people just accepted and were even glad that it wasn’t them that jimin was calling to his office every hour throughout the day, you had to take a moment to ponder on your answer “...yeah, it’s normal.”

“and you don’t care?” jeongguk’s blinked, mortified.

“i mean, that’s my livelihood right there so...” and you shrugged.

“i don’t know, i don’t like him,” his shoulder line tensed as he turned his body towards the wall sized window, eyes casted towards the neighboring skyscrapers.

“why?” was all you said - you’d understand intimidating. strict. unapproachable to describe the words jimin is, but no one’s ever confessed to outright disliking the man. but then again, you are the closest person to jimin in the company, no employee would risk getting fired because they blurted out their dissatisfaction towards their ceo to his head secretary.

“there’s just something about him that rubs me the wrong way,” instead of shrugging like what 17-year old jeongguk would have done, this older version of him didn’t even stutter.

you suppose one’s confidence and sense of reasoning - even though there wasn’t any particular reason for him to dislike jimin-

“...something about a ceo calling his head secretary ‘miss’ while he casually address everyone else by their name but never really talk to anyone beyond business matters while nobody’s has a single bad thing to say about him,” when jeongguk’s obsidian eyes fell on you, it was as though the background faded and you found yourself trapped in a glass cage - unable to run away from the truth he seemed to possess, “especially the person he’s overworking the most.”

“well,” there’s this habit that you do - laughing in the face of crisis and this was damn well a crisis because, “if you feel that way then you feel that way.”

“is there something you want to tell me?” he pressed on, speaking under his breath, “if you need help, you can always come to me.”

and that was when the laughter broke into a fit and you’re holding your stomach and his shoulder with your other hand, “jeongguk - i’m fine, really,” there was a tremble in his eyes as self doubt crept up his conscience, which meant whatever you were doing was working, “listen, how bout we go for dinner tonight with wendy and irene? i’m late but i wanna hear how your first staff dinner went.”

you managed to escape jeongguk right after his ‘...yeah, sure’ before mrs. yoo came up to you to ask about the arrangements of the seating for the upcoming corporate dinner. it’s in five months but preparations must be made in advance.

“if he’s starting to notice that means i’m not the only whose got his eyes on you,” the sweet honeyed voice pulls you out of your memories, almond shaped eyes staring at you with a sort of emotion you can’t pinpoint.

and for some reason, you felt the need to clarify where you stand and where jeongguk stands, “we were kids when we started dating - we know better now that both of us clash like two magnets on the opposite poles if we go beyond what friends are.”

“you know i have the utmost respect for you,” butterflies set flight in your stomach when jimin guides your right hand to his lips.

the place you end up going to is called han chu where it’s most famous for its variety of chicken-based cuisine which happens to be irene’s boyfriend’s family’s long standing business. it’d been packed with people, mostly those who’d got off work like yourselves but apparently, they have a different room for adhoc visitors who popped up out of nowhere.

“irene’s taking a long time at the washroom,” wendy announces, a small, jealous pout on her lips as she sticks her chopsticks into the rice bowl before you and jeongguk exchange a knowing look with each other.

since her boyfriend works here, you’re pretty sure that everyone in the room knows irene, in fact, did not go to the washroom. and wendy isn’t too secretive about her want for a man she can call her own to which, two bottles of soju later, she slams her glass against the table and confesses, “i’m so lonely, i want a boyfriend!”

by then, irene’s already back and chiding the younger woman about how she needs to stop drinking so much because apparently, at jeongguk’s congratutional dinner, she was that coworker that drank herself silly and might or might have not blurted out something about jeongguk’s exceptional proportions in front of the entire IT department.

“___! you’re single, right?” the way jeongguk’s hand seems to be take longer to pick up one of those spicy-sweet chicken even though he was gobbling them up like there was no tomorrow just five seconds ago, doesn’t go unnoticed by you, “let’s go to a mixer! i’ll text my friend to include our names for one this weekend.”

this time, the way jeongguk’s visibly tensed shoulder line is no coincidence.

“i’m good, thanks,” you chuckle, patting the woman’s shoulder.

irene on the other hand, looks increasingly worried about her fellow coworker as time passes. it’s when wendy starts to gulp down the soju straight from the bottle that you step in, swiping it out of her hands and placing it back down on the table.

“alright, that’s enough for tonight, let’s get you home” at that, you shoot irene a signal with your eyes, counting a short ‘1,2,3′ before you both hoist her up to her feet, directing her arm over your shoulder while irene does the same with the other one.

“i’ll get the car - you ladies wait at the front of the restaurant ” jeongguk announces, just as you step out of the room.

“thanks, guk,” you fix him an appreciative smile, grateful for not having to drag the half-conscious woman’s body all the way to the parking lot.

“you know, he’s been staring at you the whole night,” a voice giggles - and seeing how wendy can barely even open her eyes, that could only mean that it’s the only other woman that’s holding her up that also decided to let out such absurd statement.

“that’s cause i was sitting next to wendy - who by the way, isn’t exactly a quiet drinker,” you roll your eyes, before a separately realization hits you- “you didn’t drink.”

“well, i can’t really at the moment,” the brunette’s voice takes a gentler turn as you watch her free hand clasp her stomach.

“oh my god,” jaws on the ground, you’re not sure if you’re even blinking, “you’re pregnant? how long far along are you?”

“a month, me and jae were discussing how we’re gonna tell our families,” she meets your wide eyed gaze half-heartedly, “and if i’m going to continue working after i give birth.”

“either way i’m so happy for you,” you reach out your free hand that’s not wrapped around wendy’s waist to which the elder woman accepts, squeezing your hand just hard enough for you to feel her fears and excitement and overflowing joy flow through you, “you and jaebum are gonna be the best parents.”

“i never really said it but you helped me a lot when i just started,” the tears in her eyes makes them look like sparkling stars in the midnight sky, “and you’ve always been so supportive - seriously, ___, thank you.”

“stop,” you squeak in between holding your breath and holding back your tears, “i’m gonna cry.”

“if you cry, i’ll cry,” irene is already pulling her hand away and fanning her face, glimmering eyes turned to the sky.

it’s a moment later that a car rolls to a stop in front of the two of you. the window rolling down, revealing an extremely concerned jeongguk, “what happened?”

the “it’s a girl thing” comes a few moments later, particularly after you slipped into the passenger’s seat next to him while irene sits at the back with wendy’s head in her lap.

by the time you reach wendy’s apartment building, irene announces that she’s staying over at the first. if only to look after the drunken woman and make sure she’s okay.

“are you sure?” you ask to which she nods, murmuring something about how wendy couldn’t survive without her hungover soup if she didn’t stay and make it.

wendy manages to sober up and walk with irene holding her hand. and with the way she’s slow-waving at you, you take it as your cue to leave too.

“call me if you need anything, okay?” is the last thing you say before the two of them step through the clear glass door.

the rest of the ride is filled with silence, save for the faint sound of low volumed music in the background.

that is, until one of you decides to break it with a kind of heartwarming concern you thought already left his mind, “so are you okay?” he peeks at you from the corner of his eyes, as if to check if the tears were still there, “you were crying just now.”

you can’t help but laugh, “don’t worry - they were tears of joy.”

“oh?” only then does he allow the smile to tuck on the corner of his lips, “what about?”

“i don’t know if i can say it,” you feel your own lips curling, “not my story to tell.”

“okay,” he nods, “as long as you’re okay.”

and so the silence returns but this time, it’s no where suffocating or makes you want to hop out of a moving car just to get away from the man you thought you could never stand to be alone with five months ago.

at first, you told yourself that it was for the good of the company - that you didn’t need to be friends, civility was enough. but then you had that talk in the storage room - both equally tensed but both grown out of their youthful impatience into someone who was willing to listen and learn.

and you realized that you work well together - too well, in fact, that jeongguk’s own secretary would come to you even after four months of working with him, just to ask you if he’d prefer his coffees black or with cream.

but you suppose it was because this was her first job after graduating - you were used to taking notes of the littlest of things jeongguk did because that was what worked best for jimin. that, minus the already known facts about jeon jeongguk that you’d gathered during your two years of knowing him and three months of dating him.

and it’s almost as though the plants and the stars align, as the car comes to a stop in front of your apartment building and as he pulls the brake before turning his upper half towards you, “i had a great time tonight.”

“me too, guk, and thanks for driving irene, wendy and me home - you’ve become quite the gentleman,” you chuckle to which the corners of his lips upturns, while his eyes casts itself down to his hands before they meet yours again.

“it was the right thing to do,” but then you can’t escape his eyes - those obsidian eyes that seem to reach through the windows of your soul effortlessly.

“well,” the smile may have been forced but it’s still comes from the heart, “i better go in.”

“yeah - yeah you should,” he nods and you thought you’re just imagining things - irene’s initial observation might or might not have gotten to you.

but just as you’re about to open the door, hand on the handle, jeongguk speaks again, “i was hoping,” at that, you turn to him, “you and me,” you can only hope he can’t hear the sound of your pumping heart, “we could try again, you know?”

you’d like to believe that you’ve gone past that part of your life where you hurt and you hurt others back - the ones that tried to help you, pull you out of that darkened cocoon that you grew so accustomed to.

like to believe that it took a bit more nudging for you to break through the cocoon and that was okay - everyone needed a little bit of help at some point of their life. yours happened to be when you were sixteen hitting seventeen. and even now, you still need help to fly - to let your wings flutter through the wind without breaking and hitting the hard cold ground.

but all of a sudden, you find yourself that same cocoon you thought you abandoned with the ugliest dark brown and maroon walls - the color of the school mascot that seemed to be the symbol of the baseball team’s undefeated victory throughout the year. and all because taehyung’s brother, jeongguk just joined the team.

and you were just one of the many girls who had her eyes on the ace. except your best friend was dating the captain so you sometimes joined her as she watched him practice. until jeongguk noticed you. until he lift you up and broke you down.

“jeongguk,” you say, heart erratically clawing against your chest - obsidian is the color of jeongguk’s eyes as he waited for your answer with bated breath, a rap song is playing in the background, smooth is the material of the handle of the door under your fingertips, marc jacobs is the perfume that faintly wafts from jeongguk’s collar and sweet is the taste of peach soju you had, “i think it’s best to maintain a professional working relationship instead.”

almost as though being pulled from a trance, jeongguk recoils, eyes blinking once before he blurts out a “yeah,” then, a moment later, “yeah, that’s probably the best - sorry for-”

“it’s fine,” you shrug.

“-making everything awkward.” he finally stops.

“i’ll see you on monday,” you say - not so sure if it’s the right thing to say, but jeongguk nods, echoing your words, “yeah - see you monday.”

and with that, you slip out of the car, heels clicking against the ground as you tread towards the door without looking back.

monday turns to tuesday and then tuesday turns to an abundant of weeks. your interactions ceased to a strictly professional, work-based relationship. jeongguk talks to you only when he needs clarifying where his own secretary can’t give him an answer.

you go to him when his secretary is doing a job that requires her to go mia for the day. wendy and irene are well aware of the sudden shift in your dynamics but if you’d gladly told them jeongguk was your ex-boyfriend then you gladly told them what you told jeongguk that night.

your only regret was taking away their own friendship with jeongguk. none of them went out for dinner with him because they were torn between their loyalty to their colleague-turned-friend and the boss whom they were halfway to befriending if not for your complicating the whole thing up.

“but you decided to keep your peace instead of the peace around you and i’m proud of you for choosing yourself first,” jimin had told you as he traced patterns on the dip of your back.

and you might or might not have cried and fell asleep in his arms that night before cancelling your appointment with your therapist with the next day and choosing to have it at the end of the month like you were supposed to. ever since then, your relationship hadn’t been all that physical.

“i think i need time for myself,” you’d told him in the middle of getting stuck in traffic with unmoving cars on either side of you, “but i also still want to see you.”

jimin who’d been staring out of the window mindlessly had turned to you - instead of asking you to repeat what you’d said because he barely caught it, he’d fixed you the warmest of smiles, “it’s been over a year, ___, didn’t it ever occur to you that i wanted more than just sex from this? from us?”

if there was something park jimin was, it was arcane. mysterious - just as you thought you figured out his wants and needs, he makes a 180 and surprised you in ways you never would have seen coming.

“doesn’t it bother you that i’m... this?” there was no word for it - for being yourself but also feeling like someone entirely different all at once.

“no, it doesn’t,” he’d look straight at you as he said it, “i know you probably don’t feel like it right now, but let’s go on a walk by the han river.”

and that was where you talked about your feelings and what you could and couldn’t give while you nibble on the fish shaped bun that was wafting with heavenly scent throughout your walk until you found the stall.

jimin still wanted to pay you for the times you’ll be spending together even though there won’t be sex invloved.

“we still have another few months of the contract, if i don’t pay you then i’d be breaching it,” he’d argued with crescent shaped eyes and the most beautiful smile.

“alright but i’m paying for dinner and lunches from now on,” and there was no changing your mind.

so it goes, you work in the day and leave with jimin for the night. he’d steal away your mac and you’d steal away his but for the most parts, you’d do work in the same room. he’d stop and stepped out only to bring you a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows and you’d pay back with chamomile tea.

then came the annual dinner which marked five months since that night. he’s decked in a stylish cut black tux with a blue sheen reflected under the light. paired with a glass flute of white wine, he’d probably already won at least three hearts only an hour into the commencement of the dinner while your teeth clamor at the low temperature of the hall.

you’re halfway ready to curse yourself for foregoing your crop blazer in jimin’s car all because you remember been too warm in it - but that was last year and the air conditioning needed fixing - when something warm engulfs your open shoulders.

“jimin,” you blink, recalling the last man talking to a board member just a moment ago before you’d stepped out.

“you should’ve told me you were cold,” he chides and only then do you notice the lack of blazer on his vest-hugged body.

stealing a glance into light poured room, you briefly stand on your tip toes, hands wrapped around the man’s arm as you pull him down to meet your halfway.

“thank you, daddy,” with that, you step away, feeling the rush of heat on your cheeks and the thrill of adrenaline in your veins.

“you’re welcome, dove,” and as soon as he goes back inside, he’s swarmed with other guests who must have wondered where the star of the night went.

and you would have turned to the cityscape if not for the glint of light trapped in glass.

“jeongguk,” your voice is strained, so you clear your throat and put on a smile to cover it up, “how long have you been there?”

a scoff follows your inquiry, “you’re not 16 and a guy giving you his jacket doesn’t mean jack shit, ___.”

at the uncalled for response, you subconsciously tug on the center front of the blazer, “first off, it’s armani, not polyester,” you say, not missing the way his eyes twitching at the comparison - he used to lend you his jackets and sweaters back when you were dating, “and whatever i do with my personal life is none of your business - i don’t have to explain myself to you.”

another scoff hits the air as he steps out of the shadow and into the sliver of light that pours from the hall and onto the veranda, “so all that talk about maintaining a professional relationship were just excuses? because you couldn’t get over the past?”

“the p -” you almost choke on your words, “the past when you cheated on me with my best friend all because i said taehyung was in the right for getting mad at you over you ruining his only chance to get into one of the best theater school in the world?”

“it’s cause of you!” the fact that his voice rose doesn’t go unnoticed even to him as he looks around and only after making sure that nobody was listening, does he continue is a hushed but harsh tone, “i slept with heather because you pushed me to her. if i wanted someone to point out the many list of things i did ‘wrong’ i could’ve just went to my parents.”

you sigh, “that’s the problem, guk-”

“don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that,” he shoot backs.

“jeongguk,” you rephrase, fingers fiddling with each other until you’ve hit the ten-second mark, “what we had was toxic. we needed so much work on our self-esteem and personal traumas but we turned to each other hoping the other could fix it and all we did was make it worse.”

“please, you were the one who was so insecure about heather - you think i don’t realize how you look at her? how you compare yourself to her when all she did was be your friend?” it takes everything in you not to flinch at his choice of words, “what personal trauma,” he laughs dryly.

“that’s what i’ve been working on but i’m not the only one flawed -your parents,” you say, choosing to ignore the first part of his retort, “them constantly paying more attention to your brother just because he was older and achieved a little bit more than you did. and everyone else who compared you to taehyung’s ‘legacy’. so you turn to the only girl who noticed you,” there’s a flash in his eyes, one that burns bright with anger - just like it did all those years ago.

but you pretend not to notice, “and i was so caught up with the idea of a boyfriend of my own - a guy that didn’t choose heather over me that i did everything i could to keep you. i was toxic to you because i agreed with everything you said, i put down others while i lifted you up but as soon as i tried to fix what i’d done,” you heave out a sigh, “one push - that’s all it takes for you to fall right out my arms and if that wasn’t enough i hurt you by sleeping with taehyung.”

the last thing you see is the boy the with maroon and brown jacket, staring right at you with eyes prickling with tears and face flushed pink but no words come out from his clamped mouth.

so you turn you back on him like you did five years ago. you turned your back on jeongguk and you don’t look back.

you find jimin somewhere amidst the crowd, conversing with a guest from your rival company.

“mr. park,” his eyes focus on your tight-lipped smile as soon as he sees it, you don’t even have to say another word when he excuses himself and you, not even sparing a glance at the guest before his hand finds itself on your waist, guiding you through the room and into the empty hallway since all the guests have arrived and jimin was supposed to deliver the opening speech before you took him away from it.

you barely remember the ride to his place and how he’d sat you down on his bed, kneeling right in front of you with eyes overflowing with concern.

smooth is jimin’s skin under your fingder pads when you touch his face. plump is his lips that you kiss and sweet is the taste of his mouth from the red wine you’d seen him down at the beginning of the event. the woody scent of bleu de chanel that you got him for his birthday last year is what fills your senses.

but they’re gone too soon.

“are you sure?” jimin’s eyes bore into yours, searching for something - something you can’t pinpoint.

“jimin, please, i-” and that’s all it takes for him to press his lips harder to yours, one hand groping your breast while the other pushes the weight of the jacket off your shoulders.

the room is silent.

save for the tapping sound of your fingers across the keyboard. that is, until another pair of hands capture them and brings them across your chest in a hug whilst you giggle at the ticklish sensation of deep violet strands brushing against your cheek, “let’s have dinner together tonight.”

at that, your mouth clamps shut, body recoiling to the side to meet a pair of almond eyes, “don’t you have dinner with chairman of samsung tonight?”

from the way jimin’s lips purse together into a pout, it seems like you hit the nail right on its head, “you quit being my secretary - you should let me lie to you and say i’m free so we can have some ‘us’ time.”

“nope,” you shake your head, breaking free from the man’s grasp before looking at him pointedly, “you’re not going to skip a meal with one of the most influential person in the world.”

“how’s the website going?” he attempts to change the topic, eyes focusing on the sequence of letters and numbers on the screen of your mac as if he understood what the codes say.

yet you humor him, “it’s going okay, though i can’t seem to figure out how to configure the servers.”

it’s been six months since you’ve quit the job. three since you permanently moved in with jimin and one since you’ve got the paperworks done to open up your own joined business with irene. she decided to follow your footsteps to quit even though wendy was basically clinging onto her legs when she came over to pick up her belongings with a growing belly and a sort of radiance on her face.

naturally, the position for co-secretary was opened and applications were flooding in, so much so wendy had to beg you to meet with her somewhere just to review them together.

“i don’t know how to read people,” she lamented, “i do the technical stuff and you do the mind games - by the way,” something flashed in her eyes as her voice lowered into a whisper, “how did you to it?”

she meant, the explosive and tea-worthy news of how you and jimin came to be.

nobody knew about you and him until much much later. when you were free to go out to dinners and social events together with your hand on his arm and him strutting in with a never-before-seen smile. more jaws dropped that afternoon than the money raised for the event.

jeongguk is still the director of the IT department - you left to keep your peace but you’d also hope to keep his. because that’s the thing about past loves and open wounds. they hurt and they bleed with just the right words as knives but it’s how you choose to treat them that heals you.

and though your way of healing is by tearing a piece of yourself over and over again until you grow a new, steeler part that doesn’t mean you loathe the parts you’ve chosen to cut off.

as such, you don’t hate jeongguk - you still want him to live life to his fullest potential. you still want him to thrive like a wilting flower after a rainstorm.

you just didn’t want to - can’t be part of that life.

“my father used to say, ‘if you find yourself in a dry spell of ideas’, take a break,” jimin’s voice is laced with a sort of playfulness as his eyes disappear behind crescent moons, “particularly in mauritius.”

“you did not book a plane to one of the most beautiful islands in world,” you can feel your cheeks hurting from the growing smile that creeps up your face, “did you?”

“our flight scheduled to leave at 2 in the afternoon tomorrow,” he sweeps you up into his arms like you weight nothing at all.

“jimin!” a yelp escapes your lips in between him twirling around and the background moving too fast whilst your arms find their way to his shoulder, “you know i can’t hide a whole ass romantic getaway from my mother! what am i going to tell her when her unemployed, supposedly single daughter starts missing our daily calls because i was too busy vacaying?”

“a month,” jimin adds, head bopping against yours - you’re not quite sure when he stopped twirling, “we’re staying there for a whole month.”

“oh my god,” at first, excitement flashes across your face, then worry follows a second later, “what about your schedule? it’s gonna get pushed back - the phone calls wendy’ll have to make!”

“lisa’s in charge of the phone calls,” he means the new addition to his line of secretaries.

“doesn’t make it okay to give her all the work!” you say, not quite as passionate about someone you’ve never met as he gently lowers you, arms still banded around your waist whilst your foreheads touch.

“after we come back, i’ll make arrangements so your parents could come here - so i could meet them,” he steals a kiss from your half-open mouth.

“you’re kidding, you’re gonna meet my parents?” you echo, halfway into believing that you’re hearing things if not for the way his recently dyed hair bounces as he nods.

“i need their blessings first, don’t i?” he says, chuckling.

“after banging their daughter into the bed every single night, you’re gonna need a whole lot of those,” you pat his hair, in a ‘good luck’ kind of manner - your father isn’t the most welcoming and your mother won’t be as pleased to hear the out-of-the-ordinary ways you fell in love.

a bout of chuckles later, he’s swiping you up in his arms again as he carries you towards the familiar hallway where your shared bedroom lies while you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“but daddy, it’s still morning,” you giggle.

“didn’t stop you from begging for my dick yesterday, did it?” the corner of his lips curve into a smirk.

note. story time (a short post where i talk about the background of the fic eg. why i decided to write it, the overall message of the fic etc.) is already up (queued along w the fic)!

i’m aware that armani is a brand and polyester is a clothing material so it technically can’t be compared together but in a deeper sense, armani’s material is more comfortable than polyester so it works (pls make it work) ahahahahahaha

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defractum · 4 years

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Modern LWJ + WWX flowershop (with the juniors if you can please!)

So LWJ is the quiet florist in a quiet florist shop, with his two assistants, Sizhui and Jingyi who are, respectively, slightly less quiet and much less quiet

It's a bit of a miracle that the shop is quiet, because he's about two doors down from an entrance to a major station and in the middle of the city, so he gets a lot of businesspeople getting flowers on their way home or people swinging by on their way to the office for a work event or coworker birthday

WWX is a customer who whirls in and asks breathlessly for something 'pink and purple but like, not romantic'. He points to one of the pre-arranged bouquets up at the front (mostly arranged by Sizhui and Jingyi at the beginning of the day so they can get some practice in arrangements when there's no customer waiting impatiently) and says, 'like that, but bigger'

LWJ usually hates people who are in a rush, because they think he can just throw a bunch of things in together and wrap it up, but this man seems more like he just exudes excess energy. He hops from foot to foot, and occasionally asks for a bit more greenery.

(LWJ secretly loves people who ask for more greenery. Most people ask for more colours, more flowers, and he has to bite his tongue before telling them that the greenery is what makes the colours pop, it's there for a reason, and – anyway. He just likes the balance of greenery, okay.)

He has a very nice smile when he waves and leaves but mostly LWJ forgets him, because he was only one of many customers in his working day.

Except then WWX becomes a semi-frequent customer. And he always asks for something 'like this, but bigger'. The colours change, although pink and purple make a frequent appearance. There's no order to his appearances, sometimes once a fortnight, sometimes three times in the same week.

The shop is no longer quiet when he is here – he chats away, even though LWJ barely responds. He tells LWJ about his job (social media and PR), his flat (small), his lunch (usually spicy) and his sister (dating some knobhead). He starts paying by card, and Lan Wangji looks down to see his name: Wei Ying

LWJ wonders vaguely if all this effort is for a new relationship, and if so, how long he can sustain the flower giving. They're not cheap. He's kind of a bit sad about the relationship thing, because Wei Ying is pretty and charming and flirty, but also if it keeps WWX coming in so that they can have their mostly one-sided conversations, he will take it.

He starts doing all of Wei Wuxian's orders himself. The bigger the bouquet, the harder it becomes to arrange and keep it from looking like a mash of flowers; Sizhui could barely see around the last one. LWJ is the most experienced in the shop, after all. (This is what he tells himself. Sizhui and Jingyi are both completely capable of filling the order.)

Wei Wuxian loves it. He says that Lan Wangji has 'magic fingers'. LWJ's brain is possibly melting.

Another time, WWX asks how much a sprig of baby's breath was. The shop doesn't normally sell it by itself, and especially not a sprig at a time. LWJ names some arbitrary number. WWX buys the baby's breath and tucks it behind LWJ's ear and then just walks out like LWJ's not in danger of a heart attack.

One day, Wei Wuxian comes in and asks for something 'obnoxiously big'. He says it with an obnoxiously big smile, which quickly disappears when he hastens to reassure Lan Wangji: "Not that your arrangements are obnoxious. They're beautiful. But I need this to be intimidatingly big."

LWJ reaches for the gladioli and Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "No, more like..." He looks around, and finally points at the sunflowers, which hit Lan Wangji around shoulder height. "You have a delivery service, right?"

Lan Wangji has Jingyi on a bike attached to a cart, which is almost the same thing.

He creates an enormous arrangement, the likes of which he normally doesn't get to do apart from corporate arrangements and those certainly don't feature sunflowers, which is yellow at the top and ombres down into a dark orange at the bottom. There's plenty of greenery.

Jingyi is almost scared to touch it.

The delivery is for a Jiang Yanli at a media production company about ten minutes away, for 12:55pm which is oddly specific, and Lan Wangji pointedly does not pump Jingyi for any details he can provide the moment he gets back. He's better than that. Plus, if he waits ten minutes, Jingyi will start telling them anyway.

He's wrong – he only has to wait five minutes. Jingyi is close to vibrating out of his skin. Jiang Yanli turns out to be a rather plain young woman whose face lights up when she gets flowers, apparently. Jingyi had got to witness it twice, because he was the first of two deliveries of flowers.

The other bouquet was also very big, but definitely not as big as his. It had been delivered by a tall businessman, who had nearly dashed it to the floor when he saw Jingyi there, teetering behind his mountain of flowers. He'd snapped something like 'for the last time, Wei Wuxian!', shoved his bouquet at Jiang Yanli, and run away.

Jingyi had helpfully offered to stay and help her get the flowers into some vases, and give her some advice on keeping the bouquets fresh for longer, and if he conveniently asked about the other bouquet, well, he was just making small talk, right?

Jiang Yanli is Wei Ying's sister, it seems. (Lan Wangji exhales from where he's not-eavesdropping behind the bench.) The runaway man is her boyfriend, who also works in the same place that her brother does. For months, Wei Ying has been eyeing up the times the boyfriend has tried to buy her flowers, and then got her a bigger bouquet in the same day. Neither of the men have actually said anything about it, they've just been passively aggressively buying progressively bigger bouquets.

(Jiang Yanli is of the opinion that this is mostly harmless, especially since her other brother keeps talking about breaking the boyfriend's legs. Plus, she loves flowers.)

Jingyi looks delighted to be part of a flower-arrangement themed family feud. LWJ wonders if he could start ordering in some varieties of floral branches. They don't really use them for personal bouquets, but he's always wanted to expand his skill set. They would be really tall.

The next time WWX comes in, LWJ asks, "How big?"

"Ah, no," says WWX sheepishly. "We've mutually decided to stop it now."

LWJ feels kind of distraught about that. He's got used to seeing WWX frequently and hearing his updates on his life.

WWX is oblivious to this: "My sister thought it was gorgeous – thanks for that by the way – but she had a really hard time getting it home. I forgot about that. So I'm just here for one last, normal sized bouquet to say sorry." He grabs one of the pre-arranged ones, and LWJ is disappointed that he won't even get his normal dose of WWX chatter on what is probably his last visit.

"Well," LWJ manages to say as he rings him up, "we'll miss you." That's an appropriate customer service thing to say, right?

WWX laughs: "Me too, I enjoyed this, but I'll be honest, my wallet probably won't."

And then he waves and walks out of LWJ's life forever.

No, obviously not, that would be awful. That's what LWJ thinks though, and he's left staring at the door as it swings closed behind WWX and then keeps staring at it long after it stills, and yet is somehow still surprised when it flings back open three minutes later and Wei Wuxian bursts through it again.

"Hey, so, I've been thinking – or was literally just thinking, same thing – that since I'm gonna have all this extra money now, it means I can probably do other things. Like go out to dinner or something."

LWJ blinks. Good for him.

"You know, if you'd like to. Sometime." WWX is looking up at him through his eyelashes.

Oh.

(Out of the corner of his eye, LWJ can see Sizhui and Jingyi are frantically flashing thumbs up at him.)

WWX's smile fades as LWJ stares at him uncomprehendingly. No, that can't happen. LWJ turns, starts frantically looking through his flower buckets, pawing through them until he finds what he wants, and turns back. WWX mostly looks confused now. LWJ leans over the counter, banging his elbow on the table as he does so, and clumsily tucks a sprig of baby's breath behind WWX's ear.

"Yes," Lan Wangji says breathlessly, "That would be nice. Sometime. Any time."

#the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #wangxian #ahahahaha this started out as headcanons #and then devolved into straight up prose fic #my fic #kind of not really #idubtheetumblina #asks

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Request/ Summary: “Can i request one where nicki gets turned down by their makeup artist or like stand in manager and hes upset and he finds out the the manager just doesnt sleep with people she just met”

I tried to write this where she breaks rules for him and turns him down. He understands what her restrictions are but he can see that living by her strict rules she created for herself she is making herself unhappy.

I hope I hit the prompt you wanted!

A/N: This turned out longer than I expected it to be so sorry about that one. I do have three requests I’m writing right now on top of some of the stuff I am writing so you can all still make requests but I'm going to be saying it’s a two week wait for a new request right now. I also want to say I am going to write a third and fourth part to the 3am Duff series because I have no self control. Thank you for everyone being patient with me and all your kind words! If you want to be added to my tallest please message me or go HERE

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You were having a bad day. Not just a bad day but one of those days where everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. From morning to night it was the literal day from hell for you.

8:12am You woke up, an hour after you had hit snooze on your alarm, twelve minutes after you were supposed to leave your house to get to work.

8:34am After throwing yourself together and rushing out the door, you were running out of the apartment with the cup of coffee you had economically and time consciously thought to make. On the last step before you had escaped into the day you slipped, the hot coffee spilled all down the front of your red dress, because of course it was the one day you weren’t wearing black. Rushing back up the stairs you realized that the keys to get into your apartment were in your apartment, hanging on the hook just out of reach behind the door. So you would be going to work in your coffee dress.

9:01AM You made it to work, only thirty-one minutes late. Your boss wasn’t happy that you were late on a Friday, thinking you had done this on purpose as some slight to them. Which meant they had pulled you in the office and chewed you a new asshole.

They also told you about coming to work in a clean, tidy appearance as if you had wanted to be wearing your coffee.

As you were being yelled at you watched the line back up and couldn’t help but think about how yelling at you was just making the situation worse. You also were also thinking about how next time you’d just call in sick instead of being late.

11:59AM One minute before you were scheduled to take a break, one fucking minute, and the crazy man came in. Throwing his shit smelling money at you and proceeding to vomit all over your window.

Your window, your mess. So instead of having a much needed timeout from the day from hell you were trying to scrub the smell of puke off a counter.

1:47 PM You finally stepped out for lunch. Moving to the payphone to call your roommate. She thankfully answered on the second ring of the apartment phone. At least the door would be unlocked after work, which was one thing you had been worried about.

She was quick to tell you about how she had gotten you a gig for the night. Knowing how you wanted to travel, you two had come up with a plan a few months ago to find work in Hollywood for bands or on film sets. She had been pretty popular making costumes and helping to come up with whole concepts for the upcoming Glam Rock scene. One of her usual bands needed help because their makeup artist had been sick, so you were going to work for her tonight.

This would be considered a good thing but since it was a trial run you were not going to be getting paid for this gig. So your time would be free. The makeup you used on them you needed to provide. And you have to be there at 5PM to set up, which is the exact time that you need to get out of work. Your roommate agreed to help set you up and she was going to bring you a change of clothes to the gig. It would be fine because the band wouldn’t need to be made up until 6 or 7 but it was just another thing on your plate.

So you would be losing money that you needed to pay rent on a bunch of entitled rock stars who would probably not hire you and this whole night would just leave you feeling exhausted and annoyed. Really looking forward to it.

3:49PM Your coworker went home sick with a headache so now you had to do twice the amount of work and there was no hope in hell that you would be making it to the gig in time tonight. That great first impression that you would need to get an actual long job was gone. And you were stuck with a line out the door of people trying to cash their checks all seeming to want to kill you. Happy Friday.

5:02PM You were running down the street, thankful you worked around the corner from the venue. A sigh of relief left your lips seeing your roommate waiting for you. She dragged you inside pushing you towards a bathroom and giving you a bag of clothes to change into. You lined your brown eyes with the kohl liner, winging your eyeliner and adding a deep burgundy lip shade that complimented your darker skin.

“Y/N, hurry up.” you rolled your eyes, repacking the bag and heading out where your friend was waiting for you. “I put your makeup in the dressing room already. It’s not set up yet.” she pulled you down a few hallways. Equipment for the band was more around as they started getting ready to set up everything for the show.

You entered the dressing room, seeing there was a table for food and drinks set up, a rack of costumes for the band to wear, and finally a vanity where your makeup bag was sitting ready to be unpacked. Your friend handed you a cup, pouring a few fingers worth of vodka into it before splashing in some juice to help the taste.

“Cheers,” you tapped red solo cups drinking heavily. If you weren’t going to get paid for the gig you might as well take advantage of whatever free perks came with it.

6:23PM Sitting on the couch, legs crossed, you were chatting aimlessly with your friend when the door opened and a man walked in looking at you confused.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m the makeup artist for the night.” you were quick to introduce yourself not wanting him to think you were another girl who was just trying to sleep with the band.

“Mick.” he moved to pour himself a full cup of straight vodka, “Can you do my makeup now? The three pretty boys take too much time.” Ushering him into the seat you started out on him, wondering what the hell he meant about the other guys being divas.

7:45PM A blonde burst into the room, seeming surprised that you were standing there. The girl on his arm laughed too loudly and you looked over to your roommate who was handing Mick a belt to wear. She just shrugged, this was normal for her.

“Vince, new makeup artist. You should sit now before the Terror Twins stumble in.” Mick warned him. He pulled away from the girl on his arm headed over to your chair with an easy smile.

“You're going to make me prettier, doll?”

“I’m thinking that you would look with some blue eyeshadow. It would really complete your Malibu Barbie look.” You retorted, watching amused as his mouth dropped open, not used to having someone give it back to him.

You hated cocky assholes who thought that they were God’s gift. There was nothing wrong with a man who was confident but the way that he was looking at himself in the mirror as you did his makeup you knew he was the type that thought he was above everyone else.

8:21PM Two men burst into the room as you finished up Vince. Looking at the two taller men you let your eyes wander over them. Vince was a diva but there two were going to be where you had the most trouble. They must be tber terror twins Mick had mentioned.

One of the guys fell into the chair, laughing about something as he sipped the beer he was drinking, rubbing his nose. He lit up a cigarette as he sat back in the chair not seeming to care if it was annoying that he was blowing smoke in your face as you tried to work.

You bit your tongue, annoyed as you tried to work around his cigarette, that he almost burnt you with seven different times. As you worked you could feel a set of eyes on you. Looking up you saw the man he had walked in with, staring at you with these intense olive eyes.

There wasn’t a chance in hell that you would be interested in any of these loudmouth guys, who all seemed to be drunk and hyperactive. It was kind of like you were doing makeup for a bunch of chimps instead of men.

8:55PM Finally the last man was sitting in your chair. His eyes gazing up at you with such intensity you stopped moving around to just look at him.

“Have we met before?” there was something familiar about him and you wondered if you had met him at a bar or at a show before.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m Nikki.” Usually when a guy used a nickname instead of your given name you chalked it up to them being a douchebag but with him it seemed natural and not derogatory, “Thank you for coming out to do our makeup today. I heard the other artist got sick at the last minute. We appreciate you taking your time to help us out…” he left it blank waiting for you to give him your name.

“Y/N.” You were surprised by how talkative he was. The kindness in his tone is different from the way the other guys have been. Just when you thought he was different you felt a hand on the back of your thigh, “If you don’t get your hand off me I’ll break your fingers so you can’t play tonight.” you warned him, looking into the olive eyes gazing up at you.

He was too good looking. The type of guy you could get into trouble with if you allowed yourself but you wouldn’t be taking home a stranger tonight.

“Do you always talk to your clients like that?” he asked with a coy smile on his face. This was the type of smug you liked. The funny easy going type who could make you laugh if you had not been on your feet for twelve hours.

“Only the ones that don’t pay me.” you replied, swiping his eyeshadow on. You wanted this to be over so you could go home and sleep.

The drummer came over, bumping into the vanity and knocking the eyeshadow off and not seeming to notice as the makeup smashed into a thousand pieces on the ground. You were officially losing a lot of money on this job and didn’t have the funds to replace it.

“Jesus, T-Bone, watch where you’re going.” Nikki commented, watching you start to pack everything up, “Aren’t you sticking around to watch the show?” You shook your head. “Why don’t you stick around and I’ll take you out after for a late dinner. As an apology for this being a bust for you.” You were sure that the way he smiled and how his eyes were so clear made it easy for him to pick up chicks but you weren’t going to be one of them.

“I had a long day. I’m not going out with you.” You zipped up your bag ready to leave

“Listen, Y/N, just stay until we go on. Maybe I can talk to someone and you can get paid for coming out.” You did need the money. So reluctantly you stayed.

9:57PM You shouldn’t have stayed. Nikki had seemed to think you telling him you were not going out with him was a maybe you’d go out with him.

It had been an hour of him sitting on the couch getting to know you, asking questions and being nice to you. Men weren’t nice to you just for the sake of being nice, they were born without the concept of human decency.

But he had also talked to their manager, pointing at you and saying stuff you didn’t get to hear. Now you were stuck in a weird limbo wondering if you were going to get paid.

11:15pm The band rushed on stage and you were pulled aside by the manager. He handed you and envelope that you knew contained cash.

“The boys are going to have a few California gigs. If you can stick it out for a couple weeks I’ll consider hiring you for the tour. I’ll pay you $100 bucks a gig and you need to bring your own supplies to start but if you go on tour you’ll get a contract.” He said. You agreed and he handed you a piece of paper with four dates, the upcoming week, times, and his phone number to call if you couldn’t make it. There was also a chicken scratch handwriting with the name Nikki and a phone number

You were stunned when he walked away. You not only got paid but you have jobs lined up to make even more. It was a dream.

Looking up, you moved towards the stage watching the bassist move around the stage. He was high energy, loving what he was doing. There was this presence about him that drew you in. If you did get the tour position that would be trouble.

11:59PM You had finished packing up and we’re heading out of the venue to head home. You were ready for your bed and a few hours of sleep. The guys were playing tomorrow and you wanted to not be having a bad day.

Trying to sneak out, you almost jumped back when four sweaty men came barreling into the room. Your heart instantly went to your throat seeing Nikki. His smile dancing across his lips, hey black hair stuck to his forehead just oozing self confidence and sex appeal.

“You’re leaving so soon?” You just nodded at his question, wondering if it would be considered rude to tuck his hair out of his face. “Did you call a taxi or need a ride? There’s a lot of unsafe riff raff out this late.” He warned and you almost thought he sounded concerned.

“I’m a grown woman. I can walk myself home. It’s only like 15 minutes from here.” His eyebrow raised as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No you won’t.” You shoe back, “I don’t know you and I don’t leave with strangers I’ve only known for one day.” You responded. It was practical to have rules to keep you from getting hurt.

“Well, Y/N, we’ve known each other for two days now since it’s past midnight.” He was so calm saying this to you, “And I’m trying to cut back on drinking so if they see me leave with you I won’t be harassed so you’ll really be doing me the favor.” Thinking about what he said, your tongue licked your top lip nervously. The way his eyes followed this motion gave you your answer.

“Thank you for the offer. I’m going to say goodbye to my roommate. I’ll see you in 20 minutes outside?” You gave him a smile and saw the way he was melting under your touch as you moved away from him.

You moved over to your friend letting her know you were leaving and you’d see her at home.

12:22 AM Adjusting the bag over your shoulder you weaved through the crowds pouring in and out of all the clubs. No one ever really bothered you walking home. It was just the cat calling and guys thinking that they had a right to run their mouths

“Y/N.” You frowned hearing your name. The roar of a motorcycle speeding up had your eyes looking out on the street.

Oh Shit. There was Nikki, looking at you with a line where his smile had been, his kind eyes looking annoyed at you. You had left him after saying you’d let him take you home but he was too pushy.

“Get on.” the steely tone of his voice made you stop what you were doing, thinking of what to do next. People were looking at the pair of you, some probably recognizing Nikki from his band. You rolled your eyes, stepping forward.

“Listen to me, I’m not getting on. I don’t know you.” His look softened and it was like for the first time he understood what the issue was.

“I just want to make sure that you make it home safe. I know you don’t want anything happening to you. It would feel like my responsibility if you went missing after doing the band's makeup.” you rolled your eyes. Eyeing him and the bike. It had been a long day and it was onlya five minute drive. What was the worst that could happen?

1:02AM The worst thing that could happen was happening.

When you got on the back of Nikki’s Harley he had asked where you lived. As he drove, you wrapped around his back you realized for the first time of the night you were smiling a genuine wife smile.

Watching the lights of the Strip and the hustle and bustle fly by when wrapped around his warm body, the noie drowned out by the roar of the bike was nice. It felt good. So when you pulled up on your street and he asked if you wanted to drive around more you didn't say no like you should have.

Weaving around the empty highways with just the pair of you was nice. There was no conversations but it felt like you two were getting to know each other on another level.

3:55AM Nikki pulled the bike into a donut shop on the side of the highway. The smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee brewing awakening you much like the wind whipping your face had been keeping you awake but it had been almost twenty four hours awake.

The pair of your ordered black coffee and a donut, sitting on stools at the counter and eating in a comfortable silence.

“Are you mad at me?” He didn’t have a cheeky grin on his face like you had expected but he was serious. “I know you said you wouldn’t go out with me but it just seemed like you were having a bad day and I have a hero complex.” you snorted when he said this. Surprised he admitted that he had a heroes complex.

“I’m not mad. I got on the back of your bike and stayed out.” you thought for a second, “I think I needed it. I always follow my rules and never break them. I think sometimes I need a break from the rules I create.” you said all this with your heart beating wondering what the hell you were doing with this guy in the middle of nowhere.

5:41AM Nikki had wrapped his leather jacket around you, both your boots abandoned by the motorcycle as you sat with toes in the sand watching the sun rise over the Pacific. You hadn't even seen the sun rising over the ocean before so you were wrapped up in the orange and golds of the sky, how the inky black of the water came alive into blue and purple hues with the light.

It was beautiful.

It felt like something was washing over you as you watchined it. Something was changing as you watched the sun start a new day. A new day that you had this feeling in your bones was going to be a good day.

Wiping a tear away, you took a deep breath remembering that you had moved here to make your dreams come true and for the first time it felt like it was going to happen.

A hand on your back reminded you that you weren’t alone. His olive eyes looking at you, concerned. You wiped a tear away trying to laugh it off.

“I never saw the sunrise over the ocean. It’s beautiful,” It was at that moment, wrapped up in the beauty of everything that you realized that he was going to kiss you. The way his hand was against your check, wiping the tears away.

But you surprised both of you leaning forward to push your lips against his. Making the first move. You were breaking all of your rules for him but it felt good and you could tell you would be breaking more rules with him

6:00AM It was going to be a good day.

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yellowocaballero · 4 years

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Jon & Sasha Arson fic

Little fragment of an idea that never went anywhere. No reason for it. Just thought it would be funny. I was right. Rest under the cut.

Most people who were unlucky enough to meet Jonathan Sims assumed he had no friends.

This was true, up to a point two weeks after Jon became a researcher at the Magnus Institute: afterwards Jon had no friends, except for Sasha James.

Sasha James was attributable to arson.

Most people who were unlucky enough to meet Jonathan Sims assumed he had no friends.

This was true, up to a point two weeks after Jon became a researcher at the Magnus Institute: afterwards Jon had no friends, except for Sasha James.

*******

Sasha James was attributable to arson.

Arson was attributable to a bookshelf of Leitners, humming strange songs and spewing toxic energy into the air in rhythmic hissing motions. The Leitners were attributable to Artifact Storage, a testament to mankind’s hubris and a modern-day tower of Babel where a group of underpaid academics found themselves stress testing kevlar and fire suppression systems each day. Artifact Storage was attributable to the Magnus Institute, where Jon had managed to land a job after three months of desolate post-graduate unemployment. And the Magnus Institute was attributable to - well, probably Jonah Magnus, but Jon found that it was likely a bit of a reach to blame a long dead Regency gentleman for all of his problems.

Jon needed this job. London was expensive and so were funerals, and he couldn’t keep living on life insurance forever. It was even a good job, with decent pay and the exact kind of limp, half-hearted academia that the private sector promised disillusioned English mastery holders. His coworkers were nice - well, Tim was nice, everybody else seemed to hate him for the same reason that everybody else hated him, likely intimidated by how smart he was - and the commute was short. He couldn’t afford to lose this job. Spiritually, metaphysically, and literally.

Which was why he should stop staring at this piece of paper. The follow-up research to a statement given by some idiot unlucky enough to cross paths with what was certainly a Leitner.

‘ORIGINATION OF PHENOMENA ISOLATED’, the page read out professionally, yet chipperly, like a young woman in a new office job. ‘ITEM QUARANTINED WITHIN ARTIFACT STORAGE (46B.1)’.

Hm.

Jon pushed down on the floor, rolling himself a meter to the left.

“Say, er, Mr. Stoker.”

Tim “I’m only four years older than you, please call me Tim” Stoker, who had been thumping away on his cheap plastic keyboard either writing up a report or messaging someone on one of those infernal casual sex websites, pulled down his headphones and blinked at Jon owlishly, before splitting his face into a grin. Jon could practically hear the David Attenborough-style narration within his mind: ‘After long weeks leaving out food for the wild Simothan, the feral yet gentle animal approaches the researcher of his own volition. A win for scientists everywhere.’

“Yes, Jon?” Tim asked, in an uncanny yet hopefully unintentional RP drawl.

“What’s Artifact Storage?”

“God, I wish I was you,” Tim said feelingly. But he nodded sagely anyway, milking his ‘wise senpai’ thing for all it was worth. Jon could practically feel Tim calling himself a senpai. It was kind of embarrassing. “You know the shady room locked deep within the basement that exudes a terrible aura of malice and hatred towards you specifically?”

“The gender neutral bathroom?” Jon asked, confused.

“No, the one that always smells somewhat of blood. You hear screams sometimes?”

“The Archives!”

“Yes, but no! It’s Artifact Storage. If the researchers dig up any creepy shit from a statement, or if a statement giver brings in something that melts the metal detector, then we dump it in Artifact Storage and let those miserable fucks take care of it.”

“Is it more of a containment facility, or would you say that they conduct experiments?”

But Tim just shrugged. “My source down there tells me that they do some experiments to justify their budget, but it’s mostly unscientific. Poke this and I’ll give you twenty quid, that kind of thing. They say that if you really want a sick day, all you have to do is touch a mysterious rock and whisper your mother’s name -”

“Fantastic, thank you for your help, must go back to filling now,” Jon said quickly, skittering back to his own desk. He tried to distract himself from the terrifying thought of the basement full of supernatural nuclear bombs underneath his feet by trying to remember his mother’s name, but he was stuck on if it was Marjorie or Margaret. Mary Anne?

Maybe Tim’s personal Meerkat Manor series of Jon’s life had paid off - Sims Shack? - more than Jon would like, because Tim squinted at Jon in an unsettlingly familiar way. As if he knew exactly what Jon was thinking about the literature of mass destruction, and he really wanted Jon to be thinking literally anything else.

“I wouldn’t go down there if I were you, Jon,” Tim warned, sounding a little like a horror movie trailer. “Bushy tailed college grads who go down there don’t come out the same as they went in.”

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mr. Stoker.”

“For the love of christ call me Tim!”

It really was a pity - Jon had actually liked this job.

*******

It was remarkably easy to commit arson in central London.

Jon had done it once or twice. Three times, actually, although when you think about it arson was a criminal charge and only truly existed so long as someone was charged with it, so technically you could say that Jon had done arson zero times. In his defense, you try making it through Oxford without doing anything embarrassing. 90% of your time was in class or schoolwork and 10% of it was being hazed. At least Jon hadn’t fucked any pigs.

Jon hit up the usual stores, and stashed the usual implements in his rucksack. It was a careful week after his conversation with Tim, as he couldn’t afford for the older man to connect the dots. He made a show of going home at a timely five pm, startling everybody around him, and paced in a tight circle around his flat until he gave up and watched mindless telly until the clock struck midnight.

He took a cab to the park a few blocks down from the Institute, and walked the rest of the way. It was a cool, dim night in London, and the foot-traffic had slowed down to a steady trickle of young people in tight clothing. Jon pulled down his baseball cap on his head, fished a key out from his pocket given to him by a helpful and friendly janitor, and took a back entrance into the Institute.

Said helpful and friendly janitor, whose allegiance had been won because Jon was a “nice young lad” and “I always wanted to burn down the place myself, I’m happy to see the next generation give it a go” had helpfully told Jon that there were no security cameras inside the Institute. A grievous oversight, but good luck for Jon tonight. He took the stairs down to the basement, zipping his jacket up tight against the inescapable chill, and pushed his hat further down his head as he navigated his way towards Artifact Storage.

He unlocked the door with the janitor’s key, hands shaking, and slipped inside into the dusky and unlit room.

It was pitch-black, and Jon quickly fished a torch out of his backpack. He flipped it on, letting it slowly scan the room. It was the lobby into Artifact Storage, familiar from his stake-out missions: you walked in, met the bored woman behind the desk, checked in or checked out what you wanted, and if you needed to go inside she would press the button that unlocked the heavy climate-controlled door and let you into the hallway inside. The only other door in the lobby was to the office of the Director of Artifact Storage, a terrifying short and squat woman with silver hair pulled into a bun.

Jon leaned over the counter and jammed the button, holding his breath until he heard the door click open. He quickly twisted the handle, swung the heavy door out, and slipped inside, taking care to grab one of the chairs in the lobby and prop it open. Quick escapes were necessary.

He was in.

The torch lit up a map taped up to the wall, and Jon squinted at it. Section A, Section B, Section C...he remembered the classification from the document he read a week ago, and slowly walked down the hallway until he found the heavy climate controlled door marked ‘SECTION B’. He carefully wrenched it open, taking care to grab a rolling cart and using it to prop the door open, before stepping inside. He fished the canister of gasoline and the lighter out of his backpack, giving the gasoline a good shake.

It was a library. Small, and instead of shelves there were long metal racks with filing boxes stretching long into the darkness, but Jon knew a library when he saw one. Each box had a clipboard attached to it, and most boxes had very large and terrifying stickers on them painted sickly yellow or dangerous red.

The only thing in the library that wasn’t a filing rack was a battered and beat couch. And the only person in the room besides Jon was a woman, blinking up at Jon blearily from where she had been passed out on the couch.

“Er,” Jon said.

The woman sat up, squinting at Jon’s torchlight until he guiltily aimed it just to her left. She had a wild mane of curly brown hair, and was wearing a pencil skirt and ruffled burgundy blouse. A blazer was folded at one end of the couch, clearly being used as a pillow, and she looked strongly as if Jon had just woken her up from a very nice nap.

“Whuh,” the sleepy woman said.

“My mistake,” Jon said, “this isn’t the loo. Go back to bed, this is - er, a very bad dream, goodnight.”

“Whutuhiseet,” the woman slurred.

“It’s - very late, go back to bed.”

“Alright,” the woman said, falling back on the couch. After a second, her snores echoed through the room again.

Jon very slowly crept backwards. Actually, on second thought, his mission could wait for tomorrow. Bit of a cock block, this, but that was alright -

“Hey! Who are you!”

Jon, hand on the handle of the door, squeaked and turned around.

The woman was back up again, and this time she seemed actually awake. She was frowning mightily at Jon, and was already sliding off the couch in stocking feet to glare at him. Jon was aware that he did not look like an innocent person in these events. The gasoline did not help.

The woman’s eyes trailed to the gasoline, then widened. Jon ineffectually tried to hide it behind his back.

“You’re trying to burn down Artifact Storage!” the woman accused, somewhat fairly.

“Not all of Artifact Storage,” Jon said guiltily, “just the Leitners.”

The woman stared at him further, as if she was a special guest on Tim’s Sims Shack nature documentary.

“Why,” the woman said slowly, “would you want to do that?”

Despite himself, Jon found himself puffing up in indignation. “They’re evil, nasty little books that shouldn’t exist. Forget studying and - and containing them, we should be making sure no more of them ever disgrace the world again. We should be burning every one we see. They’re pure evil given literary form, they are a disgrace to books and libraries, and if I ever met Leitner myself I would beat him to death with a rusty pipe for subjecting me to his fucked up books.”

The woman stared at him.

Finally, she said, “I’m Sasha James. Want some help?”

“I - er, wouldn’t that get you in trouble, Ms. James?”

“I like this job but I hate Leitner and his fucked up books more,” Sasha said gravely.

Jon, having found a kindred spirit, held out the lighter.

Sasha James took it, a wide grin splitting her face.

*********

Jon didn’t remember much else of that night.

There was definitely arson involved - or, seeing as they hadn’t gotten caught, just some good old-fashioned fire starting. He had the sense that they had both been so giddy with adrenaline that they had immediately joined the raging uni students in the late night bars, toasting their success in toasting. There had probably been quite a bit of alcohol.

When he woke up the next morning, it was in his narrow and uncomfortable bed, face to face with an unfamiliar snoring woman. For a second, two, Jon was briefly convinced that he had done something so drastically out of character it meant that a fucked up book had body swapped him with Tim. Bodyswapping was more likely than him having casual sex.

Then Jon remembered the arson, and he exhaled in relief as his life made sense again.

“Ms. James,” Jon whispered, poking her in the arm. She snuffled and muttered something. Jon poked her harder. “Ms. James, we have work.”

Sasha turned around, turning her back to him and pulling up the blankets. “Go back to bed, Tim.”

Ti - oh god. Jon felt like he was in a CW drama. This was why he didn’t interact with people, far too much likelihood that he would accidentally end up interacting with somebody who had sex.

“Ms. James,” Jon hissed, extremely embarrassed, “you have to get up!”

“Mergh mergh fuck off,” Sasha James said.

Jon, like a true gentleman and hero, got up and made them both strong tea. He squinted at Sasha, recalling everything he knew about her (slept a lot, liked arson, hated Jurgen Leitner) before digging out some instant coffee and making some of that too. Finally, after shoving a hot cup of sludgey black liquid at the woman, she grabbed the cup and chugged it until she was able to sit up and open her eyes.

She blinked at Jon, who was already picking his hair in an attempt to get ready for work. He could clearly see the thoughts ‘you aren’t Tim’ run through her brain. Hah! He could be the narrator of the nature documentary for once!

“Uh,” Sasha James said, “I’m sorry, did we…?”

“Commit arson? Yes.” Jon paused a beat. “But as I don’t believe we were caught, call it an indoor campfire.”

Sasha James drank more of her coffee. Jon grabbed his clothing and disappeared into the loo to get changed.

When he re-entered his bedroom, she snapped her fingers at him. “Right! We got pissed after! Good times, mate!”

“I have to assume,” Jon said politely. He was doing his very best to be very polite, because Jon knew he was rude and didn’t want his new coworkers to know that until his probation period was over. Maybe he should have waited until after his probation period for the arson? Would it look bad on his annual review? “Do you need to borrow some clothing? I think we’re about the same size.” Oh, no, was that rude to say to a woman?

Sasha James squinted at him. “It’s like you’re not hungover at all. How old are you?”

“Twenty five?” Be polite, Jon! “And you’re...thirty seven?”

“I’m thirty one, asshole!”

Oh no. Women hated it when you called them old. “You don’t look a day over twenty seven!” Jon cried, panicked.

“Have you met a woman?”

“I had a grandmother?”

“I’m going back to bed,” Sasha James said.

Unfortunately, Jon knew that it would be very suspicious if they both skipped, so he forced Sasha into one of his suits that...looked much nicer on her than him, but whatever, and hustled them both to work. Now that the adrenaline had worn away and the sense of purpose in his holy mission had burned up with the cleansing flames, Jon found himself biting his nails in agony in the Underground.

They had to know. Someone must have caught them. Maybe there were secret CCTVs in the Institute. Maybe Sasha was going to rat him out - but she had helped, so wouldn’t she just be ratting out herself? Was she a double agent? Mr. Bouchard was never going to forgive him, no matter how nice he was and how much he seemed to like Jon to the point where he rather wished someone had given him the ‘Stranger Danger’ speech as a child so he would know what to do. Jon was going to go to jail, or worse - get fired.

Sasha, cooly sipping her coffee and looking somewhat fly in sunglasses and his suit, did not seem disturbed by any of this. Jon’s rapidly spiralling panic attack must have been obvious, because she casually flicked a finger on his forehead. Jon yelped with pain.

“Take it easy, mate. If they catch us, I’ll just say that the books made us do it.”

Jon scowled at her, rubbing his smarting forehead. “The books?”

“Sure.” She waved her fingers spookily as the Underground rattled forward into the heart of London. “Brainwashed us to do their evil bidding of -”

“Destroying them?”

“There’s a lot of arson Leitners,” Sasha James said sagely. “Trust me, this is just a normal day in Artifact Storage.” She clapped him reassuringly on the shoulder, and Jon fought a blush. “Don’t worry. We performed a public service, kiddo. St. Peter’s gonna give us a medal when we get to the pearly gates.”

“I’m an adult,” Jon said, scandalized. He had gray hair!

“Well, I guess, but I don’t know your name, so…”

Jon squinted at her. She squinted at him back.

“You’re thinking that if you don’t give me your name I can’t rat you out to the feds,” Sasha said flatly.

Jon pursed his lips.

Finally, he settled on, “You don’t rat me out to the feds and I won’t tell them that you’re in an illicit relationship with Mr. Stoker.”

“Mr. - how did - what!”

“It’s Jonathan Sims,” Jon said gruffly, crossing his arms. He was slightly hungover and his nerve were jittery and he had set fire to his workplace the previous night, but somehow Jon thought that his heart was jackrabbiting in his chest for a different reason. Somehow Jon felt as if his heart couldn’t stop thumping behind his sternum because Sasha James was staring at him, head cocked, as if he was a mystery she was interested in finding out. “That’s my name.”

Sasha James stared at him, as if surprised, before her face broke into a wide and happy smile. Jon hunched his shoulders up, embarrassed, faintly aware he was blushing. “It’s nice to meet you, Jonathan!” Then she grabbed him by the collar, shaking him slightly. “And there is nothing illicit about me and Tim, and there is nothing between me and Tim at all, we are just friends, so get that out of your little head -”

The train rattled on towards the Magnus Institute, and towards the slight smell of smoke in the air.

*******

Sasha: are you coming 2 the pub w/us 2nite?

Sasha: come onnn you should comeee don’t feel awkwardddd

Sasha: I know you hate a) group settings b) drunk people c) Tim in a group d) drunk Tim and e) Tim drunk in a group but that’s no reason not to come!

Sasha: Tim is physiologically incapable of not adopting men 3-5 years younger than him it’s in his blood you can’t escape his affection

Sasha: or at least I find it funny so I’m not letting you

Sasha: Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Jon: Yes I’ll come, I need to talk to both of you.

Sasha: WAHOO

Sasha: wait

Sasha: really?

Sasha: did you commit ars*on again

Sasha: wait if you did don’t tell me the courts can request text transcripts

Jon: No, I just need your advice on an urgent matter.

Sasha: do you need to be drunk to do it

Jon: ...maybe.

Jon: ....Mr. Bouchard offered me the Head Archivist Job?

Jon: Which is stupid because I’ve worked here for barely four years and you’ve worked here for about ten years I think. And you’ve published five papers in parapsychological research. I know I helped you figure out that this place is a weird trauma mill but it was really mostly you. It’s completely ridiculous to promote me and I’m afraid it’s favoritism. For potentially heinous ends? This feels awful because it’s such an honor but I would never stop feeling stressed and guilty because I know so many more people (like you) are so much more qualified. Or qualified at all.

Sasha: holy shit

Sasha: ...do you remember the speech I gave you on stranger danger?

Jon: I’m afraid to mention this to Tim because he might beat up Mr. Bouchard for both my honor and yours.

Sasha: Jesus at this point I don’t even want a fucking job anymore. What bullshit. I’m never going to get promoted and I just need to accept that. This isn’t your fault, Jon, seriously, thank you for telling me.

Sasha: we can talk about this at the pub

Sasha: in private. Off the radar.

Jon: Looking forward to it :)

Jon: did I use the emoticon right?

Sasha: Yes, Jon, you did everything right.

#tma #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #the magnus archives fanfic #sasha james-centric #this is an implied fix-it everybody lives fic #crack #comedy #absolutely nothing sad? in a MEG FIC?#sasha james #tim stoker #jon is based off me at a new job anxiously calling everyone 'mr'#rest assured sasha is trans but it just never came up #my writing

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mors-et-virginem · 2 years

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Highlights from a 16 hour shift

-tables being mad at me because we were out of food they wanted

-drunk unstable guy accusing me of being a witch because I spilled ice cubes, started slamming his fists on the bar and trying to get in my face, had to call police, they show up 2 hours later and it’s not even a cop who knew about the incident he just wanted a to go order

-being forced to go outside and listen to an unhinged ramble from the woman who came in with the unstable drunk guy about her sex life before she ran off into the night

-my tables were like I’m so sorry, but didn’t tip me. When the dude was being crazy nobody spoke up for me, nobody did anything while a man twice my size tried to square up with me, not even my coworker, and it took someone from back of house to get him to leave.

-the person who was supposed to relieve me didn’t show up. Found out from back of house they refused to work the shift but just didn’t say anything. My ex/room mate showed up thinking I was getting out at my usual hour to give me a ride. Complained about waiting around for me before he left and told me I was “being rude to him” because he showed up shortly after the incident and I was filled with adrenaline and anxiety; but was still responsible for closing out tickets and helping my staff go home. Even though my manager didn’t want me to work this shift because it would put me into overtime, Nobody would come in so I worked a 16 hour double.

-Tables post crazy dude were less awful by a slight degree. But I was still snapped at because of back of house issues. I was so stressed at this point I started crying and told them I would pay for their meal.

My last to go order were a drunk couple, and the woman just…didn’t like me. Talked to me like I was stupid, slurring at me and snapping her fingers. Was angry that the menu didn’t “read the way it should” (what does that mean???) When I got their order packed, after verifying with the chef that it was correct with my own two eyes she made me unpack it and show her. At least the guy with her seemed to realize she was being a bitch for literally no reason and tipped me nicely.

All this is to say I LITERALLY HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE SUPPLY CHAIN, THE MENU DESIGN, HOW LATE YOUR FOOD IS (UNLESS I WAS A DUMB ASS THEN YEAH THAT’D BE ON ME), STAFFING, ETC. I’M JUST YOUR SERVER AND IT’D BE REALLY GREAT TO BE TREATED LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING AS I GO THROUGH MY OWN PERSONAL SHIT YOU DON’T SEE ME HOLDING MY TABLES RESPONSIBLE FOR SHIT IN MY PERSONAL LIFE THAT LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU OR STIFF YOU AFTER SITTING BACK WATCHING AN UNSTABLE MAN TWICE YOUR SIZE MENACE YOU AND HONESTLY I REALLY LOVE MY JOB IT’S THE ONLY GOOD THING I HAVE GOING FOR ME RIGHT NOW AND I’M WORKING MYSELF INTO BURNOUT TRYING TO SCRAPE ENOUGH MONEY TO GET OUT OF SHARING SPACE WITH SOMEONE WHO GASLIT, CHEATED AND LIED TO ME SO MAYBE STOP SHITTING ON SERVICE WORKERS.

I’ve never done this before but if anyone wants to buy me a cup of post traumatizing shift coffee I would be so grateful.

Cashapp $hotchipsplz

#personal #text post #restaurant life #server problems #server life #god i need therapy

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daydream-hogwarts · 4 years

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Books & Magic | Fred Weasley | Part 1

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Pairing: Fred Weasley x American!Muggle!Female!Reader

Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred Weasley was never the same. Constant fear and nightmares from almost dying filled his brain. It was so overwhelming, he just… left his family. He left in order to find himself again, and to not let his family hurt because he was no longer… him. When he meets a certain muggle at a bookstore, however, his old self seems to spark up….

Warning: Mentions of PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Harassment; Suggestions of Smut; Read with Caution. <3

Word Count: 1,412

Author’s Note: Welcome to my very first Harry Potter fanfic! I hope you all enjoy it! ^_^

You were at work one day when you saw him. A tall redhead who caught your eye. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just sitting in the cafe section of the bookstore. You spotted him from the second floor, which was an open plan in the middle to show you the first floor. You furrowed your brow, eyeing the man as he drank his coffee.

He seemed to tense up, looking your way, only for heat to crawl up your neck, turning and continuing putting books away. What you didn’t see, however, was the man watching you with a small smile. He watched curiously as you worked, eyeing your every movement.

This was what started the cycle. Every Wednesday the boy would come to the store, sitting in the café and just reading, occasionally drinking a coffee. You both would steal glances at each other, but the boy never really talked to you. You wondered why he was in the store so often if he wasn’t doing work or buying books….

Soon enough, the boy began to sit upstairs to watch you more. He liked being closer to you, but in the back of his mind, he kept reminding himself that you were indeed a muggle. He didn’t want to get too close to you in the fear of heartache….

Fred had come to America in a small town to get away after the battle of Hogwarts. He lived, but only barely…. A random student managed to pull him away just in time as the wall blew up, and even though he was alright, it haunted him… the thought of no longer being here….

Nightmares were a constant in his life, and being around everyone with all the memories just made it worse. He made the decision to run, to get away, much to his family's distaste…. He wished desperately he could be normal again, but he just knew that he couldn’t…. He hated the thought of his family never seeing the Fred they loved so… he left.

Honestly, he had just started coming to the bookstore because he knew it wouldn’t be too loud or hectic. It was the perfect amount of peace he needed…. When he saw you for the first time, though, a curiosity followed, as well as the twinge of a heartbeat.

One day, you were walking around upstairs, cleaning up the books people decided to leave, when a couple of men came up to ask you questions. Fred watched you carefully, the bright smile on your face making heat crawl up to his face. You were just too cute….

When you had finished, however, the men continued to talk to you. Not wanting to be rude, you listened, giving a couple awkward laughs and trying to step away, but they kept the conversation going until one asked for your number.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’d rather not give out my number at work,” You stuttered uncomfortably.

“Come on, give me a chance,” The man said with a soft smile. “I can take you on a nice date.”

“No, thank you,” You replied. “If there isn’t anything else I can help you with, I must return to work….” As you tried to step away, his friend stood in front of you, trapping you between them, making you tense up.

“Look, give my boy a chance, will ya?” He asked, smirking.

“She said no.”

A strong British accent took you by surprise, making you furrow your brow and look at the redhead that you had been admiring for weeks now. You gulped, looking between the three. The boy nodded at you, making you shift and move behind him. He was much taller than you, easily six foot, and he was even taller than the two boys.

“What, are you her boyfriend?” The guy said with a chuckle. “I was just trying to ask her out.”

“Back off,” He replied, straight faced. The boys glared, saying some derogatory comments towards you before walking away. You let out a shaky breath, your adrenaline skyrocketing as you felt tears of fear surround your eyes.

“Thank you,” You whispered, looking up at him as he turned to you, looking much softer than before. He nodded, a small smile on his face.

“Anytime, Y/n,” He whispered back, making you furrow your brow in confusion. “You have a name tag.” You felt embarrassment hit your features as you chuckled softly, looking down.

“Right, sorry, sir,” You mumbled.

“Please, it’s just Fred,” He replied, holding out his hand. You looked at his hand, then his face, then his hand again. You shook it, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Pleasure to meet you, Fred,” You whispered, watching the smile grow bigger. “Listen, uh… I have to go tell my manager what happened so he can make a report to the other managers, just so everyone knows….”

“Oh, please, go ahead,” Fred replied with a smile, moving.

“Thank you again, Fred,” You said with a smile before walking away.

The next week, Fred came in but didn’t order anything from the café. He sat in his usual spot upstairs by the window reading a book he had brought, scanning through the pages. You walked over to him, standing in front of him in some attire that wasn’t as formal as he was used to, holding a cup of coffee and a bag with something in it. You coughed to get his attention, watching his brown eyes look up at you and smile.

“Hi, Y/n,” Fred said, closing his book and setting it down. You hesitated only for a second before holding out the coffee and bag. Fred furrowed his brow, his smile never leaving his lips as he took it.

“I talked to my coworker in the café…. She said this is what you always ordered,” You whispered with a smile. “I wanted to thank you.”

“You’ve done that,” Fred said, leaning forward slightly with a playful smirk. “Twice.”

“Well, let’s just make this number three,” You replied with a bright smile. He chuckled, nodding his head and taking a sip of the coffee.

“You’re dressed casually today,” Fred noticed. “Off work I presume?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I didn’t work today,” You replied, watching his face turn to confusion. “Today’s the day you come in. I just wanted to see you and thank you… again.” You felt embarrassed again, a small smile on your lips as Fred beamed.

“Well, a girl like you coming into work on her day off just to see me? I’m flattered,” He replied, making you laugh softly. “Would you like to sit?” Again, you nodded, sitting across from him.

You both talked for the rest of the day, talking as if you’d known each other for years. You smiled as you heard his stomach growl, a blush hitting his cheeks as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. He looked good when he smiled….

“Can I treat you to some dinner?” You offered, watching him look at you.

“How about I treat you to some dinner?” He asked, smirking. “You pick the place, I’ll pay.”

“Oh, a gentleman,” You teased, watching him chuckle.

So, you continued your night together, taking him to your favorite restaurant. You laughed for what felt like hours and, by Midnight, you both were kicked out to go home but you both didn’t want to, you enjoyed the conversations too much.

“Can I ask why you came to America?” You asked, standing next to your cars, looking up at him. He smiled softly, shrugging.

“Just wanted to get away from it all, I guess,” He mumbled.

“You talked about your family so lovingly, I know they can’t be the reason,” You said, squinting your eyes curiously as he shifted on his feet. “I won’t press, I know it’s personal.”

“Thank you,” Fred whispered with a small smile. “I really liked talking to you, Y/n.”

“Me too,” You replied with a big smile. “I guess I’ll see you next Wednesday?”

“Of course,” He said, leaning down and kissing your cheek softly. “See you then, love.”

You got into your car stunned, driving off to your home. When you got there, it was a daze, but as soon as you hit the bed, you let out a sigh. A man that you’ve literally only watched for weeks and talked for the first time yesterday was easily stealing your heart…. Maybe it was the accent….

#fred weasley imagines #fred weasley reactions #fred weasley #weasley twins #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley angst #harry potter imagines #fred weasley x reader

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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 3 years

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(CW: alcoholism, personal story?)

from your local retail worker:

I’ve worked in retail for over 4 years and I’m looking for a new job bc my old manager was there on Tuesday and was gone on Wednesday and we never heard from her again and after that everything else went to shit. She had been calling out of work for months with hangovers or headaches and then would input time punches as PTO so our DM never questioned her absences. In the month of June she called off 10 times. TEN! And of course it was always the morning of her shift and me and the other team leads were stuck with finding coverage. I finally realized I was unappreciated, the store was understaffed and I was overworked.

I was getting shit on by an ex coworker who continuously texted our DM and told him that I was harassing her and badmouthing her at her new job which would be hard for me to do as I literally never saw her in person after she “stepped down” from her position but bc of her, the DM refused to even tell me about a potential promotion that I had fucking deserved after everything I did for that store. We ended up getting a temp SM and she was so awful and tried to get one of our coworkers fired so he quit instead and after that the store continues to lose 8 other associates and with around 25 people on staff to begin with, that’s a whole lot. But the 8 of us had all ageeed that the only reason we were staying through this shitshow was for each other bc we didn’t want the others to deal with this on their own so we literally all quit.

anyways now I’m looking at all these other positions and base pay for these jobs are literally twice as much as what I was making at my previous job where I was doing the same tasks and having the same responsibilities as I would at the new jobs.

point is, retail fucking sucks and if you don’t know what you’re worth, you will be stepped on a million times over until you do:)

#finding a job literally sucks butt #from your local retail worker #overworked and underpaid #working retail #working

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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The Last of the Real Ones

Part of the Road Trip Shuffle

Previous Skip

Summary:

When a new super hero called Scoups starts appearing around the city, you aren’t really interested. Until you realize just how bad he is at keeping a secret identity (despite him thinking he was pretty sly).

“I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do”

You realized that Choi Seungcheol was the superhero Scoups, when you first saw the guy in action. When Scoups first started to pop up in the news you didn’t really pay much attention to it. A masked vigilante stopping bank robberies and petty thievery just didn’t really pique your interest.

You were too busy after all, with pretty much everything else going on in your life to ponder the identity of a man that was probably just some self-centered idiot who wanted to play hero for a few days. You were sure that in no time the news of him would fade away and things would return to normal.

At least... That is what you thought until you were at a coffee shop on your way to work and you got grabbed and held at gun point.

There wasn’t really much going through your mind at that point, to your surprise.

You had always imagined that you would have a strew of thoughts going through your mind, that pure adrenaline would take over, and in an attempt to try and better the situation you would end up with a bullet in your head.

Instead, you felt your heart rate steady to something a bit more lax then it had actually been not long before. You thought of a few small things you regretted. Coworkers you wished that you had been brave enough to talk to more. People you had wished you had called before this had happened. Your crush, who you suddenly really wanted to be able to confess to despite all of your anxieties towards it before.

And lastly, how to get out of this situation without anyone getting hurt.

Your eyes had scanned the restaurant calmly- everyone was on the floor, and you could tell that none of them were going to be helping you. No, they were all too scared, some of them even trying to sneak their phones out- not to call 911 but to resume the phone calls they had been having before this whole inconvenient robbery.

You looked over at the cashier, a scared, shaken 16-year-old, who clearly hadn’t even played a violent video game a day in their life, much less been held at gun point. You felt bad for them. They were just trying to make minimum wage after all at a busy coffee shop with rude customers. The last thing that they needed in their lives was for someone to rob them.

You sighed, and cleared your throat, gaining the robbers attention. He tightened his grip on you, the cold metal of his gun digging into your temple.

“Is there something you would like to say princess?”

You rolled your eyes at the clear scare tactic. You presumed that normally such a thing would work on you. This man was huge. Easily twice your size. He could probably break you in half, with his pinky finger, and was surely leaving bruises from where he was holding you on your shoulders. And yet, even so you weren’t really frightened.

If you were going to die, you supposed that was okay- in that moment at least- because it just meant that everyone else here might live. And you desperately needed that to happen.

“Yeah, you’re not going to get anything out of the kid,” you stated, your voice sounding just as steady as you felt. You felt the robber shift his weight, turning his attention to the glass windows. You could hear sirens in the distance, and you wondered if that was what had suddenly gotten his attention.

The police would surely be here soon.

“What?” He mumbled.

“The kid is shaking, probably doesn’t even know the security code to the safe where they keep the money on a good day, much less when he is scared out of his mind,” you clarified. “Who you need, is the manager. Or someone who used to work here.”

The robber didn’t seem to understand what you were getting at, so you let out a loud sound of impatience.

“I used to work here,” you explained to him. “If you let me, I’ll open the safe for you.”

It honestly wasn’t a good move for you to make.

Lying to someone with a gun was never a good idea. Especially not when you weren’t sure if the gun was loaded or not. You made a mental note to yourself not to do something stupid like this again even as you were on your knees in front of the small metal safe that held the money.

All you had to do was come up with a four-digit number.

A four-digit number that you did not know but a four-digit number none the less and everything could go smoothly.

Luckily for you, before you found out what would happen if you didn’t figure out the four digit number, there was a loud shout, a mad scrambling of people across the coffee shop floor and a crash as someone fell through the large glass windows of the store.

You heard the robber shout a string of curses, but you didn’t even mind the way that the man pulled you closer as a blur of red and white tumbled over the broken glass, to a fetal position on the ground.

Your eyebrows strewn together tightly in confusion when the person let out a pained groan and then jumped to their feet, placing their hands on their hips as if they hadn’t been clearly hurt just a moment before.

“Scoups is here to save the day!” He announced loudly. His eyes scanned the building, and he pointed at the person who was holding you hostage in a way that you honestly didn’t see to be very threatening. “And if you don’t let go of-”

His eyes drifted over to you and he choked.

Yes he physically choked on air, completely lost his composure, cleared his throat and then spoke again, this time his voice notably an octave deeper: “This completely random lady who I do not know in the slightest. Then I will have to come over there and hurt you.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way he changed his voice, the fact that he clearly hadn’t quite mastered his costume- or really anything about his super hero persona yet, or if maybe it was the more then obvious indication that the guy knew you. No matter- in the end, the minute that you saw the man you knew that it was Seungcheol.

There was no way it wasn’t Seungcheol. You knew red and white were his favorite colors, and that he always had the best intentions but didn’t always think things through all the way. You knew what he looked like- flimsy cotton mask over his eyes be damned, and to top it off, he was the dumb guy in your office that you had a crush on.

If you hadn’t recognized Seungcheol standing ten feet away from you in a costume it would have been more surprising, than for you to not have recognized him.

But the thing was how did you even say something like that to someone?

Despite the rocky start to the whole rescue mission, Seungcheol managed to grab the criminal, and get the gun away from him with no trouble at all.

As it turned out, Seungcheol had superpowers. You weren’t sure what all of his superpowers were but it seemed to you that he had more than one, because the super speed that he displayed while saving your life surely wasn’t enough to have also wrenched the gun out of the man’s hands and get you away from him without getting shot.

“Wait.”

Seungcheol had been quick to tie up the man who not even a second before had you in his arms, honestly believing your life was moments away, and was about to- you thought maybe quite literally take off- when someone had called after the man.

It was a younger girl, staring up at Seungcheol in a way that you knew no one had looked at him before. To these people he really was a hero- which you supposed was fair. He had just saved all of your lives.

“Scoups, how can we ever thank you enough?”

The man let out a hearty laugh and reached forward, placing a hand on the girls' head. Her face turned the color of his cape at that, an action you wanted to make fun of but you had had similar reactions to him for less, so you supposed you would let it slide this time.

“You already did.”

And just like that Seungcheol was gone.

That day at the office, he didn’t seem any different than he had always been.

You tried to figure out if Seungcheol had been acting strangely recently but you couldn’t really place any certain day when the switch had happened, but your suspicions that he was in fact the masked man who had saved you that day were only confirmed by your work day at the office.

Not only could he not stop looking at you, a clear look of concern in his eyes, but he had spent the whole morning trying to get someone anyone to turn on the news (likely so that he could pretend to hear about the robbery and provoke you into saying something about it), and when he couldn’t get you to talk about it outright he had pretended to notice a bruise on your neck that you knew he couldn’t have possibly seen unless he was looking for it.

“Hey... Is that a bruise? Are you okay? Did something happen to you today? Because if something did you should tell everyone you know not keep it to yourself.”

You tried not to laugh at his obvious attempts, and instead shyly admitted that yes actually, something had happened to you. You told him about the man that had grabbed you, and that you had been scared.

“But then this masked man fell through the window and ended up saving the day.”

“Oh? Who? He sounds heroic!”

“Uh, I wouldn’t call him heroic necessarily, he seemed a bit unprepared and his name was a little weird... Scoups or something?”

“Oh! Scoups! That really strikes fear into my heart!”

“Ah, I don’t really think so, but agree to disagree right?”

You hadn’t really meant to start teasing him you meant to let it go on for a week maybe and then tell him that you knew his secret. After all, it was a big burden for Seungcheol to carry on his own. You knew that from every single comic book you read and superhero movie you had ever watched. But it was just so easy to tease him. Not to mention that your power of suggestion meant a lot changing in Scoups secret identity.

When you mentioned that you thought Scoups should focus less on catch phrases and more on saving people then his phrases became a lot more more natural and like himself. You also noticed that when you suggested that the hero focus more on strategy to minimize the harm that came to the people he was saving, he started being able to save a lot more people.

And besides, knowing Seungcheol’s secret made you a lot less nervous around him in the office. You weren’t freaked out when he walked past your cubicle and you didn’t shake if he tried to strike up a conversation with you during your breaks.

And during lunch periods he actually sought you ought to eat with you. Sure it was just so that he could talk to you about the most recent Scoups news, but it was attention none the less and you really enjoyed talking to him.

Not only that, but in no time Seungcheol started to approach you even when he was masked as the Scoups himself. Sure, it probably didn’t help that you ended up being in a numerous amount of locations tied to people he was fighting.

Over the next few months, you found yourself in so many robberies, and hostage situations that you were honestly starting to feel like the target. In each one, you found yourself doing the stupid sort of heroic thing you were chastising Scoups for, only without the superpowers on your end, to the point that Scoups approached you himself.

One night after work, you suddenly realized that you weren’t alone. You turned around, fingers clutching your phone hidden deep in your jacket pocket- only for you to relax when you saw who it was.

“Scoups,” you breathed, the name leaving your mouth along with a sigh of relief. “To what do I owe the honor?”

He had given you a completely unamused look back and pointed at your hand in your pocket.

“What were you going to do? Attack me?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and raised your phone out of your pocket.

“Us normal people tend to just call the police,” you replied pointedly. He made a face at that, for what reason you weren’t sure of at first.

“You should really be more careful. The amount at which I end up saving you- out of everybody else in this city-” He interrupted himself to click his tongue and shake his head. “And you’re always being held at gun point. What is that?”

You scoffed and put a hand on your hips.

“Are you blaming me, for always being used as a captive?” You asked him bluntly. He raised his eyes back to you and put his hands up in the air towards you.

“No, no, I’m just... I’m worried about you,” he mumbled. He was starting to grow closer to you. You weren’t opposed to the action. In fact, the closer he was to you the safer you truly felt. It was nice to have him there beside you.

“Just like you are worried about the whole city huh?” You questioned him softly. He stopped, his body mere centimeters from yours. He rose his hand up, clearly wanting to touch your cheek, but hesitated just before his fingers brushed your skin. You rolled your eyes at the tepidness and took his hand in yours, placing it against you before he could say anything in protest.

The action made him smile and sent a jolt down your spine.

You hadn’t realized how long it had been since anyone had touched you so intimately until he was touching you right there and then.

“I would let this whole city burn just to save your life,” Seungcheol whispered back.

When you had read the comic books, and stupid Mary Jane had kissed Spiderman, but also sort of liked Peter Parker and never made the connection between the two, you had always thought it was odd. Not odd in Mary Jane’s corner (although you thought she was a little dimwitted to not make the connection sooner. But odd in Peter Parker’s sense.

After all, what could possibly be going through his mind when he kissed Mary Jane with his mask on, thinking that she was the most important person in his life, but still knowing that she didn’t know the most important detail about him.

You of course, were no Mary Jane. You knew Seungcheol was Scoups. Hadn’t truly been fooled by his mask for a second (even though his costume had gotten immensely better). You had never thought that Seungcheol would kiss you. Not when he was in a mask, and not when he was just a coworker at your office.

So, when Seungcheol closed the space between the two of you, and his lips pressed against yours- you were so surprised you couldn’t protest against it. You couldn’t stop him and tell him that you knew, in fact you couldn’t even think.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his body, trying to feel his warmth spread throughout your whole body, and pressed yourself tighter against him. After all, you were in love with him. You had been for some time.

A kiss from him truly was a dream come true, and no sensical bone in your body could convince you that what you were doing needed to be stopped just so that you could rationalize that he had no reason to feel insecure about his secret identity or all the lies he thought he was so cleverly telling.

No instead you melted against him, just desperate to have him close to your body and to never let this moment slip away from you.

And yet, just like most things, the clock’s hand never stopped cruelly ticking away, and after what could only be described as too short of a time, you felt Seungcheol slipping away from you.

“You have no clue how long I have wanted to do that,” he whispered. “But I have to leave you now.”

You were dazed. Honestly feeling like you couldn’t really keep your bearings if you wanted to. You blindly reached towards Seungcheol as he pulled away.

“Wait, I-”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

And before you could tell Seungcheol that you knew who he was, Seungcheol disappeared into the night, and you were left alone.

After that moment, it was sort of hard to bring the topic up. Every time that Seungcheol was close to you, you couldn’t manage to tell him in words what you wanted to say. Whenever you could get it into a conversation someone always showed up to ruin your plans.

And whenever it was just you and Scoups... It was like he was the part of him that he was afraid to be at work. He was confident and concerned for you and would stand so close that you couldn’t think straight no matter how badly you wanted to.

One thing you never accounted for however was your growing close relationship with Scoups getting you into any danger. Sure, letting yourself get seen talking to Scoups one on one at multiple scenes of crime and even being caught in videos making quips with the hero like old friends should have made you a bit more careful but it just wasn’t something you had anticipated.

You had never imagined that you would end up kidnapped.

Sure, after all of the superhero storylines that you had read; you would think that you would have seen it coming. Whenever someone got close to the superhero of the story- whether they knew the superhero’s identity or not- they always ended up kidnapped.

It was a classic plot line, the one that always made the hero return to action even if they had been reluctant to do so before. You had never been the biggest fan of the plot line honestly. You found it to be a tad bit bland and drawn out- even when it was self-aware. But you supposed that you couldn’t really control being caught in such a plot line anyways.

You remembered a painful sting to the back of your head, darkness overcoming your vision and then waking up in a dark room.

You honestly hadn’t even realized that Scoups had a nemesis or even someone out to get him, but you really should have anticipated it coming. It was like Seungcheol kissing you had made you forget everything about any superhero tale that you had ever known.

Whenever a superhero showed up, a supervillain always followed. There were no exceptions to such a rule.

Your eyes narrowed at the man before you as you pulled at your wrists lightly. The ropes he had used to tie you were tight against you. You wouldn’t be able to ease yourself out of it easily, no matter how badly you wanted to.

So instead, you kept your attention on this supervillain, raising an eyebrow at him as he paced the abandoned room that you two were in.

“So...” You trailed off, and the man turned to you. He had dark eyes, and a particular way of looking at you that you just knew you had seen many times before. “Aren’t you going to tell me your backstory or whatever?”

The man looked at you, his glare only intensifying at your words.

“You think I would waste my backstory on you?” He asked you pointedly. Honestly the comment stung, but once again his words kept pulling at that little part in your brain that said that you knew him outside of this. You thought maybe if you kept him talking you would be able to pinpoint exactly where from.

“I mean who else are you going to tell?” You asked. You used your head to gesture to the empty room around you. The man rolled his eyes.

“Scoups will come,” he murmured back. “I’ll tell him when he arrives.”

You scoffed.

“Why would Scoups come? This is so obviously a trap- and would you even really kill me?”

“He’ll come, and if you keep talking then yes,” he snapped back roughly. “You’re the most precious person on the planet to Scoups, I know he will come.”

You thought that was a tiny bit of an exaggeration, but luckily his cocky attitude, finally slide something into place in your mind, and you realized with a start exactly where you knew he from.

“Oh my god, Juyan? From accounting?” You blurted out. Juyan, turned to you, his eyes growing wide in surprise.

“What- How did you-?”

“It is you!” You exclaimed. “What the hell Juyan, I thought you died in some freak accident?”

“I’m wearing a full-face mask!” Juyan protested instead of answering your question. You figured that was fair. After all it was no secret to anyone that Juyan had been missing for months. He had been chosen with a select few- Seungcheol actually. To participate in an experiment in a lab. The experiment had been pretty top secret, and something had gone wrong....

You wanted to hit yourself, realizing suddenly that you were the biggest idiot on the planet.

“Of course, the accident.”

Suddenly everything was clicking in your mind. The mod podge of every superhero story you had ever read all molding into one story that would make sense for your situation.

Juyan- after overcoming his initial shock only confirmed it a moment later.

When Juyan and Seugncheol were selected to do the experiment and the experiment went wrong they were both exposed to deadly radiations that should have killed them. It killed the others in the project, and also released a sudden mass of energy in the center of the room that started to suck up the people in the experiment. Juyan and Seungcheol agreed to work together to try to save the scientists and close the hole, being told that if they got a certain device into the mass, they would be able to prevent the end of the world.

A slip was all it took for Juyan to fall into the mass, leaving everyone to believe him dead.

“But I am alive,” Juyan snapped. “And the first thing I see upon returning is that Seungcheol is masquerading around like some sort of hero. After letting me die.”

He let out a laugh, that was a little psychotic- honestly not anything you wouldn’t expect from Juyan. He had always been one step away from the looney bin- but was still a little disturbing to hear even so.

Contrastingly, it was a little amusing the way that Juyan waited for Scoups to show. His growing impatience only building on the anger issues that he had been sent to Human Resources for many times before for.

You honestly hadn’t expected Scoups to come for quite some time but after only a few hours (your ropes still tight but getting much looser), suddenly the door came bursting in, and Seungcheol’s wide frantic eyes fell on you. He called out your name.

“Don’t worry! I’m here to save you.”

You practically yawned as he began towards you. It was like none of them had ever seen a superhero movie before in their lives.

“Don’t do it,” you murmured, your tone of voice flat. “It’s a trap.”

Just as you spoke, Juyan reappeared and a net dropped down from the ceiling over Seungcheol. He hissed as the net touched him, dropping to the ground in more pain then you had ever seen him in before.

“What-”

“That net is made out of Titanium Alloy,” Juyan said sinisterly. You could practically hear the smile on his lips. “Your one weakness Scoups.”

His voice echoed throughout the room, and it seemed to genuinely impress Seungcheol as he flipped over in the net to peer up at Juyan.

“Pledis,” he mumbled. “Where did you come from? What do you want to achieve?”

And luckily this was where you could help speed up things. Honestly when it got to this part of the plot, you tended to easily get bored while reading your graphic novels. While in some stories the realization of who the villain was had been crafted in detail and been a genuine surprise to you, like in Marvel’s Runaways- other stories just felt repetitive and obvious. You skimmed through those most of the time. And you were a bit glad you could press fast forward on this one, because this room was a bit cold and you didn’t have a jacket.

“It’s Juyan- from accounting.”

Juyan let out a frustrated groan at your comment, just as Seungcheol let out a dramatic gasp.

“Juyan.”

“It’s Pledis,” he snapped back. “Come on, I call you Scoups, so call me Pledis.”

“Juyan...” Seungcheol murmured, completely ignoring what Juyan had said just a moment ago “I... I thought you were dead.”

It was odd, to see Seungcheol growing so clearly haunted. When you had imagined what he had to hide you had thought it was simply a fear of people finding out who he was. You had been naïve to think that he was holding onto an even larger burden that you couldn’t even begin to fathom.

You could hardly even pay attention as Juyan and Seungcheol continued their discussion, going through the usual wave of conversation before it finally devolving into the fight that all three of you had known it would come down to.

You knew that Seungcheol didn’t want to hurt Juyan. And you knew that Juyan’s period of isolation was a large part of the reason he was currently being so resentful. But you also knew that even with a trained therapist in the room there would be no preventing this battle. And when Juyan went flying out the window, plummeting to what you could only imagine would be his death, you couldn’t say you were really surprised.

Just glad that you had managed to get yourself free of those ropes, and desperate to get to Seungcheol’s side.

“Are you okay?” You exclaimed climbing over the metal rail as you rushed over to Seungcheol. He froze at the statement, his whole body becoming tense at that. At first you were confused as to why, and then you realized that it was because he still didn’t realize that you knew his secret identity. You rolled your eyes.

“Seungcheol, I know it’s you.”

“Se-Seungcheol?” Seungcheol asked, his eyebrows raising. “Who is that?”

You sighed and wandered over to Seungcheol, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder. You peeked around his body and try to catch his gaze, but he just turned his head even further from you. You sighed.

“Come on, what are you doing? Don’t you know what part of the story we are at?” You asked him. That seemed to peek his attention a bit. He glanced at you, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly so that you could finally see his face.

He had bruises scattered across it, and a number of cuts on his cheeks that made your brows furrow in concern. You raised your hand gently to his cheek and he looked down so that he couldn’t see your expression as you did so.

“Part of the story...?” He questioned softly. You nodded and smiled.

“Well, it’s the part where the person who has been in love with the hero for so long finally gets to see his face. She’s of course worried. She knows that he is in pain but won’t say anything, but she doesn’t mind as long as she gets to see him.”

You sighed and lowered your hand back down to his shoulder, ducking your head so that you could catch his gaze. You gave him an easy smile.

“Then she tells the hero that she’s known all along who he was,” you continued. The statement made Seungcheol sigh softly, a pout crossing his lips.

“How long have you known?” He asked you his voice softer than you were used to it being when he was dressed like this.

“Since the coffee shop robbery,” you replied. Seungcheol’s mouth dropped open.

“How?” He blurted. You laughed.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out Cheol. We’ve worked together for over a year now, and you weren’t very secretive about the fact that you knew me that day.”

Seungcheol’s face turned a little disgruntled at that. That just made you laugh, your hand raising up to his cheek again.

“Don’t give me that look,” you mumbled affectionately. “If I hadn’t known I would sort of be a terrible friend.”

Seungcheol laughed, at that, but he still looked a little bothered. He cleared his throat and placed his hand on your wrist. He pulled your hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Just friends huh?” He mumbled. You rolled your eyes at his sudden shy attitude and looked at your interlocked hands.

“Well, I guess it didn’t just have to do with us being friends,” you murmured back. “I wanted to tell you that I know sooner, but it was a little hard after you kissed me that first time. Sort of... Clouded my senses.”

Seungcheol chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It was kind of dumb of me to do that if I wanted to keep you safe... Wasn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward so that your nose was brushing against Seungcheol’s in what resembled a butterfly kiss. He didn’t seem to think that was enough however, as he leaned even closer and pressed his lips briefly to yours.

“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried,” you whispered back softly.

“There's been a million before me That ultra-kind of love You never walk away from You're just the last of the real ones”

Next Song: Red Like Roses Part I+II by Jeff Williams

#I have lost my agenda #I have no clue what my writing schedule is #I AM LOST WITHOUT IT #so just know that while I am writing #I am an unorganized mess #Seungcheol #Scoups #Super Hero AU #Seventeen AU #Seventeen #Kpop AU #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Fanfic #Kpop Fanfiction #Kpop Fanfic #Scoups Fanfic #Scoups Fanfictions #Scoups AU #Seungcheol Fanfiction

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vipclifford · 4 years

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Wildflower - Chapter 2

here’s the previous chapter

Soulmate AU where things in your life appear as flowers tattooed on your skin, each with their own meaning.

Calum inspected his newly acquired bloom in the mirror the next morning. It was small in size, which was good despite the fact that the bright blue petals made his skin look bruised. He rubbed frustratedly at the flower in hopes to make it go away, but that only made the petunia stand out more against his reddened skin. His actions were futile and he knew it. He pulled his shirt down in anger before storming out of the bathroom, unwilling to stare at the reflection of a cursed man a second longer.

He hated the fact that a stranger he had met twice had managed to mark his skin with such ease. He hated the fact that of all people, Calum was forced to associate his bloom with Rory, the girl he could only describe as a bitch. Because she was a bitch. He hated the fact that his body now housed two undesirable blooms.

Duke’s paws padded against the wooden floorboards as he made his way over to Calum, nudging his dad’s calf with his furry head to remind him that it was time for his daily walk. He crouched down to stroke the dog’s head, a gentle smile tugging at his lips for the first time that day. A walk could do them good.

The park was busier than usual, presumably to do with the fact that a small Christmas market had established itself there for the duration of the month. The smell of cinnamon and chocolate lured Calum closer to the stands that each year he fought hard to avoid. Maybe it was because he missed home, but Calum was always reluctant to embrace the wintertime Christmas culture. It made him feel like he was losing the person he used to be.

Calum remembers his first Christmas away from home.

He was staying in London with his four best friends, excitement in their eyes as they watched snowflakes fall for the first time in their lives. Christmas carols were playing in the background to get them in the yuletide mood; the roast dinner smelled amazing and multiple gifts were tucked neatly beneath the Christmas tree.

But everything felt so wrong to Calum as he sat down to eat his dinner. The fact that the sun had set at 4pm and that the temperature outside was below zero felt wrong. The fact that his usual barbecue had been replaced by a roasted chicken felt wrong. The fact that he was trapped inside a thick jumper when Calum was used to spending a shirtless day by the pool also felt wrong. All he could think about was his family, spending Christmas day in the sun as God intended. And it was that very day, at that very dinner table, that Calum bloomed a sprig of golden wattle on his forearm. The spirit of the Australian people.

He wrapped his coat tighter around his torso as he searched the makeshift aisles for the hot chocolate stand. The market was filled to the brim with children running around, racing each other to see who could reach the small grotto first to meet Santa. Calum smiled to himself as he noticed the excitement on their faces, ecstatic to meet the man who supposedly left them gifts every year.

The smell of chocolate became stronger and stronger with every step he took until Calum was finally standing in front of the place he was looking for. The hot chocolate stand.

“Hi Calum,” said the person he least wanted to see at that moment, standing across the wooden counter with a small smile on her lips. Rory.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the odds of meeting her here. “What can I get you?”

“Medium hot chocolate,” he grumbled.

Calum stared at the ground as she prepared his drink, hoping to minimise their interaction as much as possible. She placed his drink on the counter but when he went to grab it, Rory pulled it away from his grasp. “Can I help you?” he muttered in confusion at her antics.

“It’s on the house if we could have a quick chat,” Rory said somewhat hopefully.

Calum pulled out the money that was due from his wallet and placed it upon the counter, pushing it slightly towards her with an unamused expression. “In that case, I’m even more inclined to pay.”

“In that case, I’m not giving you a choice. We’re having a chat,” Rory told him with determination, pushing the five dollar bill back towards him. She told her coworker she was talking her break before leaving from the side of the stall, Calum’s hot chocolate gripped between her fingers.

Calum released a frustrated sigh as he tucked the green note back into his wallet before following behind her. His hands scrunched up into fists as he thought about things he hated. Rory, the fact that he was following Rory like a whipped fool and Michael for indirectly putting him in this situation in the first place.

She sat down at a bench and waited for him to join her before speaking.

“I think I should apologise for whatever happened last night. I don’t actually know what you bloomed but you’re clearly pissed off at me so I wanted to say sorry,” Rory explained, watching as Calum unhooked the leash from Duke’s collar to let the dog run around freely. “I’m sorry.”

Calum took a long sip of his drink and fuck did it taste as good as it smelled. Rory took his silence as a hint that he still didn’t want to talk.

“You were right, you know? I was never validated as a child. Mommy never complimented my drawings. Daddy never came to any of my ballet recitals. But I wasn’t bullied for my bra size, thank you very much. I was bullied for the yellow carnations on my back.” Disappointment. The universe had deemed her a disappointment and Calum was feeling sorry for himself because of the small petunia on his hip. Calum’s angry bloom suddenly didn’t seem so bad. “So yeah, I’ve got an inferiority complex and I’m a bitch. But I’m a bitch that’s sorry.”

“I don’t need your apology,” he mocked, keeping a straight face. “Your words can’t change what happened, they do literally nothing to help me.” Calum held back a teasing smile when he saw Rory roll her eyes playfully from the corner of his.

“Touché,” she commended, tightening her ponytail. “What did you bloom?”

“Why do you work at the Christmas market?”

“I’m volunteering.”

“How selfless of you,” Calum nodded, not quite expecting that response from Rory. Duke ran back towards the bench and hopped onto Calum’s lap, muddy paws dirtying his jeans. “Fucking hell, Duke,” he sighed, placing his drink beside him before lowering Duke onto the ground. He grimaced at the sight of his trousers, hands trying to wipe the dirt off of his jeans.

“He’s a good boy,” Rory remarked with a playful tone, watching Calum hook the leash back onto Duke’s collar.

“The goodest boy,” he affirmed, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He picked up his drink as he stood up, holding it out in the air to draw Rory’s attention to the cup. “So, we’re good? I don’t owe you anything?”

Rory shook her head, tucking her hands into the pockets of her coat as she stood up. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Happy New Year!” greeted Calum as he let the friends of his friends flood into his home, ready to drink into the next year with semi-familiar faces.

Calum was hosting the New Years Eve party this year with his roommate Roy. Over the past three years, Calum and his band mates had taken turns throwing the annual celebration and this time the responsibility had fallen onto his lap. Calum didn’t mind though. New Year’s Eve felt the same wherever he was in the world, and Calum wasn’t one to turn down any excuse to party.

The speakers blasted classics through the decades, bouncing from one hit to the next for hours on end. LEDs lit the apartment in colours ranging from red to green to blue as he bounced to the rhythm of the music with his friends.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” he told Luke who shook his head incredulously at him, lips tilting upwards when his tipsy boyfriend began pressing kisses to his cheek.

“Weren’t you going to quit?” Luke yelled over the music, arms wrapping around Adrian’s neck to pull him closer. And then they were kissing, lost in their own little world before Calum got a chance to reply.

A small part of Calum envied them. He envied the forget-me-nots that covered the skin of Luke’s shoulder blade, matching the ones on Adrian’s hand. He envied the way they held each other softly, lovingly, like the only thing that mattered to them in that moment was the man in their arms. Calum longed to feel that way about someone. He yearned to have what they had.

Roy yelled that there were fifteen seconds left until midnight, turning down the music to let his voice be heard, and soon enough the whole apartment was counting down the remaining seconds. Calum was glad Roy had interrupted his envious thoughts before a jealous hydrangea bloomed on his forehead.

Excitement bubbled in Calum’s chest as he thought of the year ahead, happy that at least he’d be starting it off right; drunk and surrounded by all of his friends.

So much can change in a year.

His eyes met Rory’s across the room as they pronounced the last number and the clock struck twelve. Surrounding couples joined their lips together while the rest of the room erupted into cheers. It was only when Luke and Adrian wrapped their arms around him, excitedly yelling ‘Happy New Year!’, did Calum come out of his daze.

“Happy New Year guys, I love you,” Calum grinned, embracing his two friends back. He playfully rolled his eyes as they mocked his words of affection before going to find his other friends to wish them the same thing.

“You came,” he noted, somewhat surprised when he found Rory up on the roof terrace, leaning on the metallic railing beside her. She gave him a quick nod while she blew out a cloud of smoke.

“Michael invited me. You don’t mind, right?” Calum shook his head, hand reaching out to grab the cigarette she offered him.

“It’s New Years, anyone is welcome here tonight,” he smiled softly before taking a drag. “Happy New Year, by the way.”

“Happy New Year,” Rory repeated as she reclaimed the cigarette, fingers almost brushing against his during the exchange. Almost. “Any resolutions?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he shrugged, brows furrowing when he heard the music turn off downstairs. “Excuse me,” Calum muttered as he made his way back down to the party.

Everyone appeared annoyed despite their inebriated state, trudging their legs towards the front door. Calum pushed past his guests to reach the front of the crowd, finding a policeman standing menacingly beneath the doorway.

Sounds about right, he thought.

Calum felt helpless as he watched his friends flood out of his home. His neighbours just had to file enough noise complaints to shut his party down, one hour into New Year’s day. They just had to ruin his first glimpse at the new year, tainting the months ahead with a feeling of dread. If the first hour had been bad, Calum didn’t want to know what else was coming his way.

He eventually walked back into his living room, confused when he saw Rory frantically searching for something around the room. Calum leaned against the door frame, watching her with an intrigued expression. “You alright?” Calum questioned, turning on the normal lights to brighten up the place.

“I can’t find my fucking jacket,” she complained as she retraced her steps a third time. “Both my phone and my keys are in there.”

Calum looked around the apartment with Rory for wherever it could’ve been misplaced, the pair of them ending up empty handed.

“I’ll ask around, it should turn up tomorrow if anyone’s got it. Do you have a way to get back home? Or to get in?”

“Uh, yeah, I live around six blocks from here and I’ve got a key tucked into a top secret hiding spot just in case. So, uh, see you next time.”

“I’m walking you home,” Calum stated, already making his way to the hallway where he could grab his coat and keys. Rory chased behind him speaking words of disapproval, telling him over and over that she would be fine on her own, that she didn’t need him to protect her. “You can’t change my mind, Rory,” Calum said pointedly, opening the front door. “I’m walking you home.”

“At least make me a hot chocolate for the road.”

They found themselves in his kitchen a few minutes later, countertops filled with spilt whiskey and empty beer cans. Rory managed to find a clean spot she could hoist herself onto as Calum carefully read the instructions at the back of the packaging. His curls covered his forehead, trying their hardest to reach his eyes but failing.

“Did you forget how to make it, or what?” Rory teased.

“I just want to get it right.”

A warm mug of hot chocolate eventually made its way into Rory’s hands who hummed in delight after the first sip.

“Task completed successfully.”

There was an air of awkwardness surrounding the pair as they walked down the barely lit streets, sodium lampposts painting what little they saw around them yellow. Music could be heard from the windows of apartments nearby and Calum did all but curse their neighbours for not getting their parties shut down as well.

“I think that my New Year resolution is to work out more,” said Calum, answering the question she posed at the rooftop in hopes to interrupt the silence.

“That’s such a shit resolution,” Rory snorted with a soft shake to her head. “It’s up there with quitting chocolate and procrastination. It’s the kind of standard goal that boring people set themselves because they have no true aspirations.” Calum rolled his eyes playfully at her words, kicking the can that was resting in his path.

“What does an interesting person like you choose for their New Years resolution, then? I need inspiration since apparently I’m so boring.”

“Can’t tell you or else it won’t come true,” she shrugged, tone nonchalant.

“It’s not a birthday wish,” he said incredulously, concentrating on not letting Rory kick the metallic can away from him. “Or are you too ashamed to admit that you’re boring too?”

“I guess we’ll never know,” she replied, a mischievous smile on her lips once she finally managed to kick the can onto the parallel road.

Calum was forced to face the adjacent door to Rory’s apartment once they reached it, not allowed to find out where she kept hidden her secret key.

The place was small, though it was also the perfect size for a person living alone. Paintings of flower-covered skin filled every inch of her walls. The colourful petals looked vibrant against drawings of shoulders and ribcages, standing out beautifully against flesh of different tones. Calum took a few fascinated steps closer to study the artwork, astounded by the realism and detail.

“You’re an artist?” Calum asked, turning his head away from the wildflowers on the wall.

“Aspiring artist,” clarified Rory, stepping towards the windows to close the curtains. “I work at a tattoo parlour though, so I still get to produce art in a way. On people, not canvases, but we’ll get there one day.”

“I’m sure you will,” Calum hummed, knowing from experience that if you really want something, it will happen. Or perhaps he was just lucky. “You’re really talented.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, throwing her hair over the chrysanthemums on her shoulder. Calum nodded politely as he took a few steps back towards the open front door. “I think I better get going.”

“Why did you walk me home?”

“What do you mean?” he questioned with a confused demeanour, hand resting on the doorknob.

“You know what I mean,” she insisted calmly, making her way to stand in front of him. Rory was tall, taller than average, and yet she still had to lift her chin up to face Calum. “Why did you walk me home?”

“Why did you let me into your apartment?” Calum challenged with a teasing grin, leaning his arm on the wooden door frame. “I only planned on walking you to the building to make sure you were safe, but you insisted on me making sure I took you to the door. You also asked me to make you a hot chocolate.”

“What are you trying to say?” she spoke almost menacingly, though there was a playful layer wrapped around her voice.

“I think those were all tactics to spend time with me,” he explained cheekily, mischief in his eyes. “You like me.”

“I do not,” Rory huffed, horror painted on her every feature.

“I’m only teasing,” Calum chuckled softly, stepping backwards into the hallway. Rory rolled her eyes at him, clearly unamused. “This was fun,” he admitted, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat. “We should do it again sometime.”

“In your dreams, Hood.”

The sun was beginning to rise as he walked the empty streets, occasionally walking past a drunk group of friends that made their way back home after a wild night. Calum felt the familiar tingle on the back of his calf, waiting a few nervous seconds to see the new bloom upon his skin. It was a lotus flower. New beginnings.

Calum’s lips curled into a smile as he looked down at the soft pink petals, excited for what the year had to bring.

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