#that being said the little live button wont leave the bar at the bottom so. thats lame. and hopefully a glitch

[daughterofsarenrae]

What's this? An improvement?

[littlestarrykenobi]

Spin the Bottle (Akaashi x Reader NSFW one shot)

Summary: You are tired of Akaashi’s dual personality toward you and decide to get to the bottom of it with a bottle of wine and a late night alone. 

Warnings: NSFW, name calling, quickie, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2793

The day you moved in you knew that Akaashi was going to be a troublesome roommate. The landlord assured you that the boys she already had living in the room were nice young men, one of them hardly ever home in the first place, and since you were desperate for somewhere to live before the start of term you didn’t figure that you had much of a choice otherwise.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto cheered as he set down the last box. “Barbeque dinner time yeah?! You promised!”

The door to Akaashi’s room was already shut before you had the chance to answer, leaving you alone with the silver haired extrovert. What you didn’t realize was that Akaashi had his back to the door, cheeks bright pink as he slid to the floor, staring at the ground as he tried to collect himself. He had hardly the occasion to speak two words to you before but he’d seen you on campus freshman year and now…? Well, he’d have to talk to you… unless…

You and Akaashi have been basically battling back and forth leaving each other subtle hints for nearly two months. The crush came fast, made of little reminder notes left on bathroom mirrors for both you and Bokuto and cups of coffee left hot for you on the kitchen counter in the mornings. You caught him sneaking little glances out of the corner of your eye before and it was sincerely sweet how he’d work late with you at the small kitchen table, his books spread over half of it while your side was just as messy. He’d make you little snacks at midnight, bring you coffee during especially strenuous study sessions, but when you would try and joke with him like you would with Bokuto he’d shut you out completely. It seemed almost impossible to you that these two men, so opposite in personality, could be such close companions but… You supposed that crazier things have happened.

“Oh come on Akaashi you and Bokuto have to have a little more in common than that,” You teased one evening.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly.

“Well how is it that a guy like Bokuto who’s all machismo and confidence make friends with a-” You watched as his face fell, a blush on his cheeks as he shut his laptop hard.

“I should be getting to the library.”

“Wait, that came out wrong I-”

“No, no I’m not offended I really have to be going.”

Then you’d sigh and slump in your chair, working alone again. You were getting tired of how evasive Akaashi was, especially since you and Bokuto were really starting to get closer as friends.

“You just intimidate him!” Bokuto promised you one night as you sat at your favorite small dive bar. “He’s not used to having two pretty faces to deal with!”

“First off I’m not that pretty and second off how could I be intimidating?” You laughed, shaking your head as you took another sip of your drink.

“Well, okay, Akaashi only had like… Two girls he ever went on a date with that I know about. Being his best friend, I think I’d know! So… What are you going to do huh? Maybe you could get him to do a movie night when I’m gone next weekend.”

“You’re going to be gone?” You muse, thinking it over. It’d be nice to spend more time with Akaashi and besides… The mystery had a little bit of an allure to it.

As you and Bokuto walked home you thought about it more and more. Why were you so determined to be Akaashi’s friend anyway? What did it matter if he hated you or something, Bokuto was clearly happy with you being at the apartment and besides it wasn’t causing you any trouble so why did you care so damn much about this handsome fit setter? But that’s when it began to hit you. The kindness of those notes about things you had due, the thoughtfulness of how he started getting snacks he’d know you’d like for your midnight essay writing, staying up with you when he didn’t need to to cram for tests… You were starting to fall for the way he showed you how he loved you, even if he couldn’t say any of this out loud… yet. That next weekend, when Bokuto was away for a game, you were going to figure out if the seemingly insane thing your brain came up with had any merit to it whatsoever.

You hear Akaashi come home, the door slamming behind him as he dragged himself over to the couch. You could see how the semester was stressing him out, wincing as his tired eyes turned to you. He had hardly been home for the past two days, holed up in the library as finals approached.

“I turned in that paper, Y/N,” He said softly, a proud smile on his face. “I can finally relax…”

“Oh?” You smiled as you joined him on the couch, noting how he made just enough room for you but didn’t quite move far enough for there to be any more than a few inches between the two of you. “Well then it’s a perfect time for a wine night isn’t it?”

“Honestly that sounds.. really nice…” He mumbled, blushing and clearing his throat as he thought about the advice Bokuto gave him.

It’s obvious she likes you too! Just… Say yes to it! Go with what she wants to do and then you’ll figure out the perfect time when it hits, just like we always have!

That wasn’t how they always had, true, but he understood the sentiment Bokuto was getting at. Shutting down opportunities to spend time with you wasn’t helping him one bit so… Why was this so difficult? He let you run off, getting the bottle of wine and the opener before you sat back down, filling two glasses.

“To work well done and reward well earned,” You smiled, clinking glasses with him as you eased into the couch.

Akaashi blushed, nodding with the toast as he leaned back as well, absent mindedly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his cheeks hot with embarrassment the moment he realized it. But it was too late now, wasn’t it? If he pulled away you’d for sure notice and then think he didn’t want to have his arm around you which he totally did but if he leaves his arm and you don’t want him to have his arm around you then he just comes off as creepy, doesn’t he? He’d been maintaining a distance between you two for his own protection but now that you leaned into the way his arm had been wrapped around your shoulders that had vanished into thin air… and what surprised him most was how grateful he was for its absence.

That small touch was enough to put him at ease, not thinking about how the wine flowed until you were both three glasses deep, sharing stories from high school as he told you more about how Bokuto would practically form mushrooms pouting when he messed up in Volleyball. He felt your weight shift a little to look more at him as he decided to finally get bold. A tad bit woozy, he set the glass down before taking your face in both his hands, squishing your cheeks and his legs onto the couch.

“I want… to kiss you.” He mumbled, his blue eyes flickering all over your face, trying to memorize the way you heated up as he made his infamous split second decisions. “But I cannot…” He whispered, bursting out into laughter as he fell back onto the couch, clutching his chest like his heart had been pierced with an arrow.

You crawled between his legs, leaning over him with a grin.

“I could kiss you then,” You offer, leaning in to do just that before he puts his hand over your mouth, his palm pressed to your sweet lips.

“No,” He whined, shaking his head firmly. “You can’t.”

“And why not?” You pouted, voice muffled by his hand and reminding him of Bokuto’s pout just enough to inspire a large goofy grin.

“Because if I kiss you… I wont stop… and I want to remember… everything about that, Y/N-chan.” He purred, his hand moving quickly to behind your head, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest, taking a deep breath as he held you. “I like you… a lot… And… I just want to fall asleep with you like this… Can you stay with me tonight?”

His voice had just the slightest whine to it, clearly reluctant to let you go even if it was just to walk down the hall to his room. He could hardly remember the rest of the night, his leg hooked in between yours so you couldn’t wander off, his arms wrapped around your body so you were enveloped by his warmth… He fell asleep in his clothes, not caring that he was in jeans and a button down which are arguably some of the least comfortable sleeping clothes one could wear. The next morning when his head stopped spinning he spent almost twenty minutes just staring down at you, admiring how peacefully you slept with him, sighing contentedly. This was exactly how he wanted things to be with you…

He almost began to pretend to be asleep when you woke up but the way you said his name, mumbling it before you cuddled into him… He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“I know Bokuto-san will be home soon but… I… I wanted to…” He stammered, his cheeks getting tomato red as you looked up at him with such big loving eyes.

You didn’t give him an opportunity to finish his sentence, pressing your lips to his so sweetly he could swear that he felt a cavity pop up right as it happened. He smiled into the tender kiss, one hand gently tangling into your hair, pulling you closer as your bodies pressed to the other, desperately seeking their touch. He couldn’t fully hold back his moan as you rolled on top, happy to let you straddle him as you kissed lovingly over and over, his face radiating heat as he realized what you could probably feel despite his jeans.

“You know I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable sleeping in your dress shirt like this…” You mumble as your fingers delicately begin to work on his buttons. He lets a shiver run down his spine, the morning sunlight making you glitter like a deity above him as he lets you completely take control.

“If this is what you want I-” he whispered before you started to giggle, making him furrow his brow. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing,” You tease. “Last night you were all ‘oh if I kiss you I’m not stopping’ and here you are, letting me be the dominant one.”

Akaashi smirked, huffing a little as you challenged his dominance. He quickly started to help you with his buttons, slipping out of the shirt as he sat up, throwing the garment aside as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, easily flipping you onto your back. “If you’re going to hold me to my promises like that, my little flower, then I suppose I have to do my best to fulfill every last one of them.”

His hands slipped up your shirt, fingers playing with your nipples as he pressed his lips to yours again, tugging and rolling them between his fingers, trying to illicit any reaction he could as he nibbled and sucked your bottom lip, reveling in your every small moan or noise.

“Keiji,” You whine as he moves his kisses to your jaw, finding a sweet spot by your ear before going for the pleasure centers in your neck.

“What is it, my flower?” he purrs, backing off of you just enough to slide your t-shirt over your head and throw it to the side, abandoned with his own in the corner.

“Y-You said… Bokuto could-“

“I don’t want to talk about him. I want to focus on you.” He growled, clearly a little jealous that he hadn’t rid your thoughts of everything and anything but him right now.

“N-No, Keiji he could walk in on us if we a-aren’t… you know…” you mumble, blushing darkly as you melt under his intense stare.

“Well… Then I suppose I’ll have to savor you another time, hmm? I should just punish you now then, is that it? Punish you for teasing me?”

You blush, shaking your head as he pulls off your sleep shorts, smirking to see the arousal already evident. “No underwear huh?” He chuckled. “Figures. You know who finds your… dirty panties in the bathroom, don’t you?”

Your brain is practically melting now, thinking back and remembering times when you must have forgotten to pick them up after showers. You always had all of them, you thought at least, and he’d never brought them up before so you hadn’t noticed.

“What if Bokuto-san had found them, hmm? What would he have said?” Akaashi growled, his digits quickly making work to stretch you out for his waiting, throbbing member as one hand worked on undoing his jeans. “Unless that’s what all this was, hmm? Playing us against each other? So fucking dirty, aren’t you?”

He pulled away just long enough to take off his pants, leaving them exactly where he was standing as he crawled back on top of you now completely nude, still towering over you as he pressed a finger into your mouth, making you suck your own need off of them. “Now be a good little flower, won’t you? Let me fuck your brains out.”

His pace wasn’t meant to let you adjust. If you were going to bring Bokuto up, remind him how Bokuto could be back at any minute, ruin the morning he’d been dreaming of then, well, he was going to ensure your pussy would be made into a perfect sleeve for his cock regardless of what you thought on the matter. He sucked on your neck as he drilled into you, carefully hitting your sweet spots as he held your chest to his, leaving marks hungrily all along your exposed skin. Keiji didn’t care to let anyone have even the slightest opportunity to imagine you without being reminded that he’d be there. One hand slipped back down to your sex, fingers working at a furious pace to get you off as your orgasm approached. You two were practically animals in heat, howling for each other as you took advantage of Bokuto’s absence.

“Fuck I’m so close,” he muttered, not realizing that was the first thing he’d even been able to say since he’d sheathed himself into you for the first time.

“Come on,” he whispered into your neck, not letting up on his speed. “Fuck baby I need you to cum…”

He begged for your orgasm, fingers working like mad as he finally felt you climax, gasping as his eyes widened, the hand working your sex quickly going to his own as he squeezed hard around the base, pulling out as quickly as he could to spill his cum on your stomach, panting as he painted it white with his sticky juices.

“F-Fuck,” he chuckled, still shaky as he tried to catch his breath. “You certainly know how to… take it out of me…”

He sat back on his heels, admiring how beautiful you looked covered in his cum after your own orgasm. “If I had any idea where my phone was I’d take a picture but… I suppose I can wait for next time…”

“Next time?” You said, ears perking up.

He furrowed his brow, confused and a little frustrated. “Wait you didn’t think…? Boke.”

Akaashi shook his head, sighing softly with a light smile. “Let’s clean you up before Bokuto gets home alright? I think I… Can finally tell him I have a girlfriend…”

He gently stroked your cheek before getting a tissue, happily cleaning your stomach as he let you sneak back into your room, out of the view of the living room. He stood in the door to your room, wearing some casual sweatpants and an old volleyball t-shirt, wrapping his arms around your body for a moment and giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s go make breakfast yeah?” he mumbled.

“I was thinking pancakes!” Bokuto laughed as he passed by the two of you, heading to his room at the end of the hall, making Akaashi freeze. “By the way, a little quieter next time yeah? Might wake the neighbors!”

[totallypathet]

Episode Three

First of all...what the fuck was that challenge. And what the fuck was the logic to judging it?! I spent so much of this episode just being confused. I think it would have been so much better if they were allowed to come up with their own ideas and characters, instead of having this really narrow space to work in; that was bizarre to me. Like Just Jan could have done a really delusional, high energy character who was the worst singer in the world; that would have been funny! Instead they stuck them with these bizarre storylines that made no sense, and had very little humour in them. Idk whose choice that was but it was a choice. Anyway, let's get into the rundown!

1. Aiden Zhane

I am not living for Aiden at all. Her attitude in both episodes has let a lot to be desired for me. And also, that runway? What was that? I could buy that dress on Asos, glue some bows to it and have that look. The concept was cool, the bows falling on her? Cool idea. But if you're going to do that then you need to Do It, yknow? Like it would have been cool if she'd had a huge wig completely made of bows. Or if she'd had an umbrella and made it look like it was raining bows, or something, that could have been really cool! It could have been amazing and she took a really easy way out. Disappointing. And her performance was dull. She deserved to be in the bottom more than Nicky Doll.

The only thing I will say for Aiden in this episode is the way Brita and Redacted behaved towards her was really uncool. They did that whole "you didnt lead us at all", and then told her that they carried her? You know that if she had led them they would have totally thrown her under the bus and said "well we do this professionally and we wanted to do this, but she was the leader and she made us do that". It was totally a damned if you, damned if you don't; and that was really unfair.

2. Brita

Guys, I am Bored of Brita. I am over it, and I am underwhelmed. I haven't seen anything from her that I've enjoyed! Her looks have been dull, she's not that funny, and I dont like the way she behaves (like I said with Aiden). She wont be next to go home, but hopefully she wont be long.

3. Crystal Methyd

STOP TRYING TO CHANGE CRYSTAL METHYD! I'm so sick of them going "oh her makeup is always the same", when it has been different each time!! She has a style and a brand, but it's not the same face!! Aiden Zhane does the same fucking face, none of them have picked that out! Loads of queens come in and they only have one face! Not mentioning any names Silky Nutmeg Ganache and Roxxxy Andrews. They got away with it because they were beauty mugs and that's the type of drag this show is biased towards. Crystal Methyd is an artist, let her do herself! That runway look was ugly though. Having said all that. Her face was gorgeous, I loved her makeup, I just thought that look wasnt very her! It didn't suit her somehow, it wasn't right. But she tried really hard during the improv, and I think she did a passable job! She honestly should have been safe, fight me. I just really hope she doesn't change herself to please the judges bc she has such a great vision and point of view, and I don't want her to lose sight of how great she is.

4. Dahlia Sin

Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia. Speaking of being underwhelmed, am I right? I had such high hopes for Dahlia, but this week she just didn't pull anything out. I personally think the fruit sketch was really funny, but it would have been exactly the same if Dahlia hadn't been in the group. She was so focused on being ~sexy~ (which is tough in a broccoli costume), that she forgot about everything else. Plus her bows and buttons look was just...odd. from the neck up it had this very avant garde, couture feel, but the outfit itself just looked unfinished. And then to have this weird arse peekaboo thing? Really weird choice. She deserved to be in the bottom and, after that lip sync, she deserved to go home.

I have seen a lot of posts about Dahlia "storming out", and I genuinely don't understand what they're talking about? Like, okay, she didn't say anything before she walked off, does that really constitute storming off? If she'd walked off while Ru was still talking, or if she'd yelled/screamed/sworn, then sure, maybe - but from what I saw she was just upset and wanted to leave as fast as possible. Idk, also they haven't released Untucked on the UK Netflix, so maybe there was more I didnt see.

5. Gigi Goode

I live for Gigi so much. I mean come on! Her character in the improv was passed out half the time and still had presence! She's so funny, and she's not afraid to let loose and get ugly. I think she did a good job in the improv, especially for someone without all that much experience, and her look on the runway was incredible. Solid 8/10 for Gigi this week.

6. Heidi N Closet

Heidi was robbed. I bought everything Heidi was selling this week. I bought it, I didn't stream it, I didn't rent it from the Netflix, I bought it. She was so funny during the challenge; the flipper? She spat out? Iconic. She had me dying the whole time, her, Jackie Cox and Gigi Goode should have their own series, I'd watch the hell out of it. Then she came bouncing down the runway as glitter Pinnochio, and she told that story about when she was at school and I loved every second! Shes so charming, and loveable, and relatable, and Jaida Essence Hall must have been gagged when she was top 2. She was robbed, she should have won, and she should keep her name! That whole thing with "the mouth has to change shape and it's not satisfying to say"? Bullshit, utter bullshit bitch. Heidi N Closet 4lyf.

7. Jackie Cox

Jackie made me so happy this week! Their whole group was hilarious, but Jackie doing the bad ventriloquist act just sent me, I loved it. And she just seems like the sweetest person as well! Her runway look was gorgeous, I loved the reference, her makeup was absolutely stunning, Jackie Cox is seriously the whole package. Her and Heidi should have been top 2 together.

8. Jaida Essence Hall

Jaida came in looking like a pageant queen, but she seriously flexed her comedy muscles this week! Her "bad apple" was hilarious, and she really committed to it! She was a firm leader in the group, but she was a good team player in the scene, she let everyone else have their moment too, and it was a good performance! I was a little bit disappointed that her runway look was very very similar to her spring mini challenge look from last week, but it was still a good look, and honestly I probably wouldnt have noticed if it hadn't been one episode after the other. She has shown a lot of diversity already, I think she just set the bar so high last week that I was really expecting something incredible, and I got something that was "just" good instead. She's still one to beat at the moment!

9. Jan

Jan made me so proud this week!! She was really funny in the skit, she had so much energy and enthusiasm, I loved it! Her jokes were funny, she picked a solid character and played it well, and can we talk about the runway though??? I really expected her to come out in something cute, because her personality is so bubbly and instead she gave me horror high fashion, monster couture and she Sold. Every. Second. It was a total transformation from the challenge to the runway and that, at the heart of it, is what I love about drag; that transformation aspect is just art to me. For me, Jan has it all. She definitely should have been top 3 this week. I think she's served the best runways so far, and I cannot wait to see what she does next week.

10. Nicky Doll

Okay, you guys know I love Nicky Doll. This week was not a good week for her. I appreciate that improv must be so hard in your second language, but I think she suffered a little bit from Dahlia Syndrome: she was so focused on staying pretty that she didn't really deliver anything. I kind of wish her character had literally just been French and spoke no English - part of the joke could have been that language barrier and Crystal/Window not understanding a word she said and her getting more and more frustrated about it. That could have been really funny. Also, her runway look...I know where she was going with it, it was a cool concept, and it was executed okay, there was just something missing, you know? It felt a little bit rushed, and again there was this real focus on being ~pretty~. Maybe if she'd looked a little more Cinderella ish, like her makeup wasn't perfect, and her hair was tied up like she was actually sewing, it would have sold me a little more character. I'm not sure, everything was just a little off for me this week, but I still think she's fierce af, and we all stumble sometimes. I'm looking forward to seeing her get back on her feet next week!

11. Rock M Sakura

Rock M was picked last for the challenge, I could not believe it. She deserved better than that, I was shook. She definitely picked the right group though, she was really funny as the Orange! She looked like she was having fun, and that's what I love about Rock M, is that I have fun watching her have fun. Her jokes were great, she matched Jan's energy, and I think she did a good job. I loved her runway look as well, the Alice in Wonderland concept was great, and I love that she kept the dress pretty simple so that the focus was on her hair and makeup! Her makeup was gorgeous, and the detail of the buttons on her face was stunning! It was a great concept, well executed, this week was a great week for Rock M, and I'm going to be furious if she gets picked last again.

12. Widow Von Du

Widow is getting The Edit. The edit that queens of colour who are talented get, where they paint them as bitchy, or loud, or as stepping on the other girls' toes; so that the audience isn't too pussed off when they get eliminated. Widow is exceedingly talented, and funny, and filled with personality. She also serves looks and delivers incredible performances. I will not let this edit take that away from her. She did great this week. She delivered everything I ordered in the challenge and more, she completely transformed for the runway, and she sold me a great presentation. Widow is definitely one to beat.

[jumoonjae]

STAY // CHO SEUNGYOUN

PAIRINGS: SEUNGYOUN X READER

GENRE: ANGST X FLUFF

WARNING: SMUT, CURSE WORDS

ENJOY...

Never once you doubted your alcohol tolerance in your life even if it comes to your saddest day. But last night was different. You met a stranger, an attractively hot stranger who was a good listener. He never cut your words, he never asks questions and you liked that so much about him. You poured your problems out and for the first time you think that its fine because you wont see him again right after that.

But you were wrong.

You wake up this morning heavy headed next to him cuddling your naked body with both of your hands still entangled to each others. But what surprise you the most was everything fits perfectly, every gap, every curves and every holes, he seems to fit in perfectly. His bare toned abs touches your back gives all the comfort and warmth that you haven’t felt in a long while. That almost cause you to melt to his every touch and you fight so hard not to caress his smooth hand with your thumb. You wanted to get up and leave but your eyes were too heavy and his body were too comfy and you love the way his warm breath tickles your nape.

“Just a little while.” You smiled then snuggled back into his warmth and drift back to slumber almost instantly. You swear you just fell back asleep when you felt your phone vibrate right next to you which you saw it was on the floor when you woke this morning. You squint your eyes to see the text. It was your secretary. You sat on the edge massaging your temple with the blanket still covering your chest.

“New producer presentation at 11am.” You read as you sat while looking back then around to look for the guy from last night but couldn’t see any sign of another life inside the spacious studio apartment so you assumed the he left for work when you saw the clock. Its almost 10 in the morning.

You brushed your long raven black hair back as you just remembered that you have a meeting in an hour because Seungwoo just hired a new producer to replace the last one that you just fired and you were pretty sure he made himself clear that he wanted you to be at the presentation so you can evaluate him yourself. Your project was closing to the deadline.

“If you fire this one on halfway again we’ll be dead.” Seungwoo’s voice keep ringing in your head. You replied your secretary text telling you’ll be there in an hour.

You saw your clothes neatly folded on the sofa and there’s a note, you walked to the sofa dragging the blanket which still covering your chest as if there’s anyone in the room. You read the note with a small smile.

‘Sorry I have an important meeting this morning. Just make yourself a home and I hope I can see you again. -CSY’ You didn’t know the simple note can make your heart flutter so bad that you couldn’t help but to smile. You decided just to shower at your own apartment and left after tidying the bed. You stare at the bed for the last time. You couldn’t remember much about the detail from last night but you pretty sure you had a great time.

“Thank you.” You whispers with a smile. Maybe a gratitude for being a good listener or for giving you the pleasant sore between your legs.

The sound of your heels dominated the hallway as you make your way to the conference room only few minutes late followed by your secretary who was explaining your schedule for next week while you were checking your email on your phone. You enter the room without looking up because you already know who will be there with you, or you just don’t even care to see the person’s face. You nod when they greet you, still busy with your emails. As you take your seat on the end of the long conference desk.

“You’re late.” Seungwoo greets you in a monotone.

“Good morning too Seungwoo. Mina lets start.” You waved your hand and she hands you a portfolio.

“This is the new music producer for the ongoing project. Mr Cho Seungyoun.” She announce then took a step back. You raise your head to greet the said guy but you froze when the familiar smile greets you. Porcelain skin, cute button nose and that adorable dimple on both side of his cheeks whenever he smiles. It was the guy from last night. He bowed a little and you nodded still in shock but you manage to cover it up thanks to Seungwoo who starts to asks few question about his background.

You swear the presentation was the longest one you had ever attend and you almost broke a cold sweat every time your eyes met his. Maybe because everytime both of your eyes met, the memories from last night came back clearer. His deep delicious kiss, his gentle touch, you suddenly recall it all, and his tattoos. You can’t deny man with tattoo are ten times hotter than the one with none. You remember the one on his lower right abs which you admire so much last night. You started to play with the hem of your pencil skirt under the desk out of habits everytime you were nervous when the image of you went down on him and your lips stop right on the gun tattoo and made out with it before giving him a long blow job that you never knew you were so good at. You pinch the bridge of your nose harder and pretend to look at his portfolio when the memories of his handsome face getting it from you were getting clearer. Boy did that image just turn you on again.

“Are you okay? You seems to be out of place this morning.” Seungwoo asked when you both walked to your office followed by Seungyoun and Mina who was showing the office to him. You nod just to prevent him from asking anymore question because your head still spinning and your hangover was still there.

“Where did you go last night? We were waiting for you all night. Yohan wanted to say goodbye but he couldn’t wait for you because his flight was this morning. Did you call him?” There’s that name. The one that cause your emotion to chaos for the first time last night. But blaming him wasn’t going to change anything and it was your fault because you turned down his confession. But started to develop feeling for him right after which is already too late because he found someone else.

“I was hanging at the bar with someone last night. I couldn’t come and I should’ve have told you earlier. Sorry.” It wasn’t entirely an excuse, you were alone playing dart at your favorite bar and someone who playing next to you was playing poorly so your tipsy mind decided to challenge him for fun at first before he suddenly became so competitive and beat you almost at every round. So you end up offered yourself to pay for his drink which leads to long random talks, he insist to pay the drink instead, you don’t remember much and then you wake up on his bed. But somehow you were glad that he help you distract your mind from Yohan for a while.

You entered your office leaving Seungwoo and Seungyoun who was making their way to the studio. You were so nervous being around him so you didn’t even spare him a glance afraid that anyone would notice anything. But the thing that you like about him was he did his presentation professionally without sending any signal or hinting anything that something had happen between both of you.

“He wont be here all the time because he prefer to work on his own studio and besides, he’s only working with us only for this project and that’s until the end of the year.” Seungwoo explained while you were eating your lunch together as usual.

He were your best friend since childhood and had been there for you since the death of your parents, and during your hard time when your late father’s sibling started to show up and claiming the company that your father had established alone since day 1 was theirs too and you know nothing about it because you were still young and had no sibling. You fell rock bottom when you thought they came to mourn with you, to help you stand during your father’s funeral. You were hurt because they were your only family left but they never cared about you. Long story short, they end up had no shares on the company and their name were never mentioned during the reading of your father’s trust and annuities. They’re still finding their way to take away the company until now. But you leave everything to your legal lawyer to handle.

Seungwoo was there for you and end up working together with you helping you run the company so he can keep an eye on you all the time. You were glad that he did, but at the same time you hate it because it gives you the idea that you aren’t capable of taking care of yourself.

Everything that happened in your life slowly turns you into a darker person. You started to talk less even to Seungwoo which worries him but you brush him away everytime he asks too much question. Even Yohan tried comforting you as he was working at the company even before you took over, so you both were quite close before you starting to develop feeling for him, but you end up pushing him away as well just because you don’t want to talk about the reason you are distancing. Its just that you think that no one will understand how hurt you are, how tired you are. You had to give up your everything for the sake of your father. Sometimes you hate him for leaving you right after your mom did. Sometimes you just miss being yourself again.

So you created a new you. An alter ego. Who would treat everyone as cold as ice, your aura screams respect every where you go. People even bow to your shadow and it appeal you. But the truth is, that was just to mask how weak and tired you are with the life you’re living in. everything was too dull for your liking. You don’t even smile much anymore even with Seungwoo.

“Do you always work till late night like this?” You almost stumbled on your heels when you saw Seungyoun standing right beside you at the taxi stand waking you up from your train of thoughts. You almost smiled upon seeing him before you but you didn’t.

You gave him only a nod. Adverting your focus back to the road you leaned your elbow on the rail again so you wont miss any taxi that passes by. You fight back your weak heart that screams to you asking you to look at his handsome face again. But your head wont let you. You only took your mask off when you’re at home.

“Sorry I saw you leaving so I decided to follow just to greet you.”

“Just to greet me?” You can’t help to think that how sweet his gesture was, then it take you back to the note he left you this morning. Maybe he just some guy that always sweet talk to girls just to make them sleep with him. Your heart and head really had some arguments going on right now and it makes you dizzy.

“Do you want to join me for dinner?” His voice make all the voices in you stops and you almost thank him. But you guess you head won.

“Why so sudden? I don’t even know you.”

“So did last night. But we’re doing just fine.” He chuckled and smiled at you showing his dimples again.

“It was just a one night thing.” You bit your lip for being too forward. It was weird that for the first time you were afraid to hurt him.

“I want to know you more. I’m not that kind of guy.” He walk closer to you closing the gap with his smiles that you’re pretty sure will be one of your favorite if he wont stop appearing in front of you.

“Thank you for showing me that gentleman still exists but I don’t think its necessary. Good luck for the project. I’ll see you at your next presentation Mr. Cho.” You bowed slightly leaving the attractive guy as you saw a taxi came to a halt and he managed to open the door for you making your heart flutters again. You didn’t look back after the taxi dash away from the stand.

Another day on the meeting because you were close to year end so your company schedule were packed with award show and concert. You were busy visiting few site where the event will take place to monitor the progresses and that is how you gain respect from every single person in the industries. You took part in every project without anyone tell you to unlike other CEO who only listen to the progress from the second party. You like being scared off, you like it when people bowed down to you especially the older one. It turn you into a snob but you gives no shit because you did your job perfectly.

“Anyeong CEO-nim.” You were in the middle of monitoring the staff doing the sound check with a few artist doing their rehearsals when a quite familiar voice made took your focus away. It was Seungyoun.

“What are you doing here? I thought you asked to work at your on place and I’m sure that this is not where you should be.” You talk without looking at him even a part of you was dying to see him after a week since your last encounters at the taxi stand.

“Seungwoo hyung told me that you were here which is a few block from my place and I decided to stop by just to say hi.” He chirped and the corner of your lips almost lift up to his cuteness but you manage to stop it from happening. You hate it when he made your heart flutters, you were fine the whole weeks. But you refuse to gave in to your own feeling, which you never did. Not even once. But then you’ll suffer alone regretting all the decision you had made. But your mind doesn’t seems to care about your heart either.

“You’ve said it. You can leave now.” You didn’t even spare a glance to him afraid your wall would fall down and gave in as soon as you see his face. Because you still remember how good looking the man was and his sweetness and randomness did leaves some crack on your walls.

“I saw a nice Chinese restaurant on my way here.” You furrowed your brow finally looking at him questioning how the hell did he know your favorite food and he seems to pick it up.

“You told me that night.” He raise his hand surrendering as if you’re going to attack him for knowing what you like. You rolled your eye with a scoff.

“Well you told me a lot of thing you know, and the woman from that night was total opposite from this one. Its almost like she was another person.” He mumbled the few last words with a pout and you couldn’t help to think how adorable he is.

“How old are you really?” You crossed your arm and lean your body on one side of your foot. You were honestly curious. There’s no way he’d act like this if he was on the same age with you or Seungwoo.

“I’m not a minor for sure.” He gave you a sly smile which had you taken aback a little.

“so do you want to eat lunch with me or not?” he tilted his head. “yes or yes.” He interrupted before you even had a chance to open your mouth and you’re pretty sure he’s not the type that’ll back down in any occasion, so you went.

He came to you every single day to join him for lunch or dinner. Sometime you succeeded at pushing him away, buy most of the time, he managed to drag you with him and feed you. At first you both were eating in silence, super awkward silence. But as day passes by, you started to like his company, even how annoying he can be, he’s the only one who can distract you from your stress from overworking yourself every single day. You started to smile a little and you glad he never mention it. Eating lunch together had become a routine for both of you. You found yourself waiting for him to barge into tour office just to say ‘good morning’ or to take you for lunch and sometimes his weird self just waved at you everytime he saw you in a meeting room.

He did made you loosen up a little bit and many of people saw it, your worker also loosen a little bit around you, they sometimes smile when they bowed to you. Strangely, it made you feel good. They seems to like you more and still respect you. You slowly loving your office atmosphere because of him. He put some color to your dull office and not to mention, to your life too.

But you never stop wondering.

Will it last?

Will he last?

Of course he’s not. You saw him one day with eating with some girl. The girl was holding his hand and you saw him noticed you and pulled his hand away from her. You were hurt, jealous because you ridiculously think that it should had been you. You were with Seungwoo and Mina that day and they saw it too. They seems to noticed you were in distress as you excuse yourself to the ladies.

“Y/N. its not what you think.” You heard his voice when you were about to push the door.

“What should I think then?” Your hand was obviously shaking but you turned to face him instead. Your heart was literally giving up and you let your mind took over.

“She’s-“ you cut him even before he could talk.

“I don’t understand Seungyoun. Why should I listen to your explanation when it wasn’t necessary.” You calmed yourself down. Its your turn to hurt him with your poisonous tongue.

“Why do you act like we had something special between us that it’s a must for me to be jealous?” You ask him which you already saw how hurt he was and it hurts you too. But that wasn’t enough to make you stop.

“I don’t really care about your private life Seungyoun. I went to lunch with you everyday because I feel bad for making you work so hard more that other because we’re so close to the dead line and sometimes you give me no choice, nothing more than that. Stop thinking that we had anything going on between us, because clearly nothing is going on between us, and it never will.” Lies. You had the urge to smile at him before you left him without giving him the chance to say anything. You saw how hurt he was and it kills you for not giving him any chance to explain. But you’re hurt too.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Seungwoo confronted you after you blow off almost single person you saw after you went back from your untouched lunch. Its almost like a hell break lose when you found some error in ledger on you table. You almost fire someone if its not because of Seungwoo who almost drag you into his office.

“This.” You throw the ledger on his table and he pick it up.

“But firing him wont solve anything Y/N. I know this wasn’t entirely about this ledger. Its about Seungyoun isn’t it?”

“What about him.” You crossed your arms and leaned on the couch. Not knowing if you can keep your walls intact if you heard his name again.

“You love him didn’t you?”

Crack.

“Seungwoo don’t start.” You tears had threatening to fall, you bit your lips as it started to quiver.

“See. You cant even deny it. Did you give him any chance to explain when he followed you to the ladies?”

Silence.

“Stop pushing people away from your life Y/N. they wont stay like I did because they don’t know you like I do. I know your regret when you pushed Yohan away. I hurt me to see you hurt when he left right after you reject his confession. Don’t do that to Seungyoun too. Listen to your heart only for this once.” He was on his knee now. Holding your hand trying to persuade you. But you refuse to give up, you let your tears fall and he carresed your cheeks.

"Stop." You beg. Adverting your blurry vision to somewhere else.

“you’re not the only one who had to sacrifice your dream to stand here. We both were young when we started to take over. I know I don’t deserve to say this because you lost everything and I don’t. but please stop being a coward and take the risk Y/N. Chase him. I never saw you smile like that for years and I miss that. At least give him the chance to explain. Don’t lock yourself up like this. Everybody hurt sometimes, you just need to be brave to take the risk. But for now, just take a few day off and rest for now. Sort everything out. Just call me if you need someone.” He tapped your head with his soft smile and stand ready to leave you with the ledger.

“Seungwoo.” You called before rushing to his embrace which. He smiled and let you cried into his chest.

“I love him yes. But i'm scared. It hurts so much that I cant even breathe. It feels like de ja vu. The pain. You know. I was so scared.” You sobs as he caressed your hair. You couldn't even talk properly.

“Shhh. Its okay. You’ll feel better after you listen to his explanation even if its not the one you expect to hear. Take all the time you needed first. Put your heart first this time. Choose what makes you happy.” He hushed you and let you stay in his office until you’re ready to drive home.

You were feeling restless at home, tossed and turn on your bed. Is it because of what you said Seungyoun. Did you overeacted? Or did you feel guilty. You couldn’t denied the fact that you feel emptier without his text and phone call. Did he managed to fill the void in you all this time? Did your stupid mind had realize it too now? Was that’s the reason why you felt lonelier than before. You realize how you’re hoping that all the text from Seungwoo asking if you’re okay was from him instead. You heard you doorbell rang and take your time to open it. Mybe its Seungwoo who come just to check up on you. It had been three days you locked yourself up in your apartment.

“Hi.” He stood with his hand waving at you. Seungyoun.

“How do you know I live here?” You asked. Surprised.

“I asked Seungwoo hyung. Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but please. Listen to me. Only for this time.”

“I was trying to fix things by trying to know you more and asked you out for a decent lunch and dinner you know. I just though that maybe if I sent you home instead of taking you home that night maybe things would be different for us because I really like you. Call me weird because we just met that night but I like the way you really see the world. You weren’t that cold as a person, you’re just tired. You didn’t said it but I know by all the stories that you had told me that night. But I was stupid. I thought that if I take you home, you’ll stay. We can bloom. But I was wrong. I’m sorry. I wont bother you anymore I promise. I came because you didn’t let me explain myself that day. The girl was my ex who wanted to get back. But I turned her down because I want to be with you instead. I’m sorry.”

He gave you a small smile before turning his heels to leave. You still couldn’t move your limbs as your mind was in a middle of a war between stopping him and apologize or letting him go and live your dull life without him. But your heart keep telling you that you need him more than you think. He lightens your life these past week, radiate your life like a thousand sun. He was your distraction when you’re way too caught up with your stupid job.

“For fuck’s sake.” Shutting all the voices inside your head and you ran out from your apartment straight to the elevator barefoot. You press the button and it open immediately. He’s still there, looking down, but raise his head after the door open fully. Boy how your heart beat drumming through your ribcage when you saw him. The door closed and you hurriedly press the same button again. He saw your urgency even no word escaped your lips, he seems to understand. He walk out and cupped your cold face. You stare into his eyes and you saw hope. Then, you advert your eyes to his lips before catching it with yours. He kissed back without hesitation and let you drown in his sweet delicate lips.

“Please stay.” You said after you pull away. You leaned your head on his chest which you could feel his heartbeat as well matching your own. He took you into his embrace giving the warmth that had been lost for years. You felt safe again. All the voices in your head had disappeared putting you in ease.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve said. I never regret my word so much like I did this time.” You look for his eyes which now looking at you with adoration. His sweet smile never left his face.

“I’m sorry too that my behavior had given you the wrong idea. I should’ve just said it so there wont be any misunderstanding.” He pulled your head into his chest again and rest his chin on top of your head.

“I like you too you know. I just afraid if acknowledge that feeling, I’ll lose you too just like I lose everyone I cared for.”

“I promise I will stay if you let me.” You smiled to his chest and muttered okay and he tightens his embrace just enough to make you feel safe that someone had hold on to you now. That you’re not alone anymore and you’re ready to feel again. To feel loved.

#AN: I'm not entirely sure about this fic because i've constanly change the plot and stuff. I've been working way too long for this one so i hope ya'll enjoy reading it. This is one of Seungyoun fic from my draft. Still working for another three. WWW drama series inspire this fic because i really love Bae Tami and Park Mogan love story. This is the simple version with a little twist. Feel free to like and reblog.

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Silver Lining Chapter 5

If you’re ever gonna find a silver lining, it’s gotta be a cloudy day

A ClydexReader fanfic

Word Count: 2,820

Warnings: cursing, very brief mention of abuse.

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Clyde wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, but the sun streaming through the living room woke him up the next morning. She was still there with him. They had somehow managed to fit both of their bodies on the couch, her frame curled along his. She was still asleep, as were his siblings, evident by their doors still being closed. He was grateful for that, he didn’t need any shit from them. He just wanted to stay like this a little bit longer.

He reached for his phone, which told him it was barely 7am. Mel often slept-off drinking well into the afternoon and Jimmy didn't have work so he figured he’d be undisturbed for at least a few more hours. He put his phone back down and settled back behind her. He kept his hands to himself but loved how her figure hugged his. Both still wearing last night’s clothes, her front was to his back, arms snaked around his waist, with their legs tangled together. It had been a long time since he’d been in any position close to this, and to tell the truth this made him miss it. He drifted off, the heat from her body helping him fall back asleep.

He woke up again a few hours later to her stirring next to him. He could hear her hum a little as she woke up, nudging her head into his back. He didn't open his eyes, but he felt her freeze around him, followed by a tiny gasp. She then gingerly removed herself from his side and got up, leaving a cold spot in her absence. He heard her shuffle around and then felt a blanket being put on top of him, followed by the trailer door opening and shutting. He got up to see she had left.

His face grew hot as he realized that she was probably horrified at waking up next to her boss after drinking. What if she didn't remember anything from last night? What if she thought he had taken advantage of her? Hot turned into a chill down his spine. She had gone through all of that abuse with her ex-fiancé and there he was up against her like he hadn't heard her pour her soul out to him last night.

He should text her, he thought. What would he even say? ‘Hey do you remember the very personal secrets you told me last night after drinking?’, ‘I promise I didn't even know we fell asleep but we didn't do anything other than that,’? He couldn't figure out how to word anything without sounding like a creep. He threw his head back and let out an exasperated sigh.

After typing and retyping for ten minutes he settled on ‘I don’t know if you remember but thank you for sharing what you shared with me last night, I’m glad you told me about where you’re from and how you got here. I know it took a lot for you and I wont tell anyone if you don’t want me to.’ he hit the send button before he could deliberate any longer.

He started cleaning the living room while waiting for answer, far to anxious to go back to sleep. He tried folding the blanket she had draped over him but didn't get far with one hand. Then he tried organizing the mail on the coffee table. Mail for two people wasn't really that time consuming and he was done before he could calm himself. He looked over at his phone to see there was still no message.

He picked up the remote and started flipping through channels aimlessly, settling on some morning talk show. He half-watched it for about fifteen minutes before he heard his phone chime. He grabbed it, opening his phone as fast as he could.

‘I do remember what I said last night, thanks for listening to me and thanks for not telling anyone. And I’m sorry for sleeping over, that was inappropriate of me, it wont happen again,’

His mouth tightened at the last part. He knew logically that she was right, it shouldn't happen again. But there was a part deep inside him that wanted it to happen again. Waking up next to her, having her hold him. As quick as the feeling came up, he buried it again. She didn't want that.

‘It’s okay, I understand, I’ll see you at work,’

He heard his siblings start to stir and put his phone away, last night was to be nothing and today was a new day.

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She showed up to work a little later than usual. She has on a pair of worn-in jeans, a fitted t-shirt that was covered with a flannel, and her sneakers. She looked nervous. She barely met his gaze as she came up to the bar.

“Hey,” she said quietly

“Hey,”

“I just wanna say again that I’m sorry. Sleeping over definitely crossed a line. I know we’re friends and I know I spend a lot of time at your place but you’re still my boss and that wasn’t cool of me, and I’m sorry—”

“We both fell asleep, this wasn't your fault or my fault, it just happened. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I can make sure to get you home next time if y’want,”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, whispering a barely audible ‘okay’. She moved to start taking down the chairs from the tables and he stopped her.

“You’re taking it easy until you heal more,” he said firmly. Now that he knew she was hurting, he was gonna go easy on her. “Go get the bar ready, I got this,”

She went over to the bar and the two worked in comfortable silence for a while. Him tidying up the seating area and bringing out the newly cleaned glasses from the back, and her prepping the bar area. The citrus was cut and stored perfectly, everything was properly cleaned, and the bar was fully stocked and ready to go. He was in the storage closet getting napkins to fill the dispensers when he heard a loud crash and a scream.

He ran out to the main room to see nothing. She wasn’t standing behind the bar anymore. Then he heard a groan from behind the counter. He leaned over the bar to see she was on the ground surrounded by broken glass.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hopping over the bar to get to her. His shoes crunched on the ground as they came into contact with glass shards.

She looked out of it, like she hadn't full processed what had happened.

“I— I was trying to put the glasses away and I lifted up the crate too quickly and my side got this sharp pain and I think I dropped them too fast and—” she finally seemed to notice the glass that was surrounding her and her eyes went wide.

“Oh no, oh no I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen, I’ll pay for everything, please I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay! Here let me—” he extended his hand out to help her up and she flinched violently, her whole body trying to get away from him.

Oh.

Oh.

It all clicked in to place for him.

She did everything perfectly at the bar because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't. He remembered what she had told him the night before. How her ex had beat her to a pulp for messing up a damn dinner reservation.

His skin crawled and he pulled his hand back to his side. She looked so scared. He said her name as gently as he could.

“It’s okay, they're just glasses. Are you hurt? Did you get cut? Here, I wanna help you up,” He extended his hand again, slowly and palm up so she knew he wasn't going to hit her. She took his hand and hoisted herself up, glass falling off her as she stood.

“I’ll pay for everything I swear, please don’t fire me I’ll fix this, I can fix this,”

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it, it was an accident. They’re just glasses, I’m not mad at you,” His hand stayed holding on to hers as he carefully brushed some glass off her shoulder. “You got glass all over you, its dangerous, I’ll help you get it off, c’mon,”

He led her to the sink in the small kitchen, reassuring her the whole time. He had her remove her flannel, which he took outside to shake off. She washed her hands and splashed some water on her face to calm down. He came back inside and handed her shirt back, she shrugged it back on and avoided his gaze as she spoke.

“I really am sorry, you can take the damage out of my paycheck,”

He breathed a sigh and opened his arms to her.

“C’mere,”

She hesitantly stepped toward him and he enveloped her into a hug, which she returned.

“I’m not takin’ your money, and we’ll manage just fine with a few missin’ glasses. I was worried you hurt yourself,” he rested his chin on the top of her head like he did the night before. “And it’s okay to mess up, nothin’ will happen here if y’do,”

Her fingers grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, hugging him tighter. She took a few slow deep breaths and let go. The two separated but still stood close to one another.

“Thank you, I think I’ve calmed down now. I’ll go clean up the glass,” she started to walk to the supply closet to grab the broom but Clyde caught her hand before she could go too far.

“I’ll take care of it, I think you should head home early, you took quite the fall and you said your side was hurtin’. You’re takin’ the night off,”

“But—”

“As your boss, I’m orderin’ you. I’m not doin’ it because I’m mad or as punishment, it’s to help you. As your friend, I’ll stop by your place after my shift to check on you if you want,”

“Was it my boss or my friend hugging me just now?” her nose crinkled as she smiled, clearly feeling in better spirits now that she knew she wasn’t in danger.

“Excuse me lil’ miss, don’t get wise on me. Now get on home,” he shooed her away with a small smile on his lips. She said her goodbyes and he heard the front door shut behind her.

He retrieved the broom from the closet and swept up the glass. She really only broke the top layer that had been sitting in the crate. Apart from a few cracked ones near the bottom, she really hadn't caused that much damage. He made a note to reassure her of that later.

He hoped that when she got home she would actually rest and not continue to deep clean her house like she had taken to doing over the last few days. The cigarette smell was disappearing, but it was replaced with a near overwhelmingly-clean scent that could only be achieved by a combination of Clorox, Mr. Clean, and Swiffer.

She’d put on the radio and open all the windows and sing along as she cleaned, which Clyde could hear from his own house. The though made him smile as he bagged up the glass and brought it to the trash. He turned on the jukebox to fill the bar with something other than silence. Something that would remind him of her in her absence.

The shift that night started off normal. It was when Jimmy came in that things started getting out of hand. His brother tells him that he’d been let go from his job and was feeling all sorts of angry. And then an couple of out-of-towners come in and start making fun of his hand and treat him like a sideshow. He would’ve gotten through it with gritted teeth, but then Jimmy had to go and escalate the whole thing. His brother slamming a millionaire’s head into his bar was not how he saw this night going but here they were.

Before he could even think to stop himself, he was throwing a molotov cocktail into a car window, explaining to the out-of-towners that it was retaliation for assaulting his brother. When his brother came out of the bar and walked back to his truck he thought he heard him say something familiar. Something that hadn’t been said to him in years.

“Did you just say ‘cauliflower t’me?” he yelled across his parking lot as his brother drove off into the night. He realized then that he was gonna have a helluva story for her on what’d she had missed.

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He went over to her place the next morning. In all the excitement of the night before, he never made it over to check on her. He didn't get much sleep that night, and was woken up by the smell of burnt bacon. His older brother had made him breakfast the way he liked, which helped him take the news of him wanting to pull off a robbery. It had been well over ten years since Jimmy had tried to drag him into this sort of trouble, being that the last one ended in Clyde winding up in Juvie.

But the plan did have a lot of sense to it, he’d clearly thought it through. But they would need help to pull it off and so Jimmy called the Monroe County Jail to schedule a visitation with their intended partner in crime. But that was for another day. Right now, he had to go an explain to her why there were scorch marks in the parking lot.

She was drinking coffee and watching morning talk shows when he got there. She opened the door, standing in sleep shorts, a tank top and her hoodie. Her hair was thrown up in a bun he couldn't think of any better way to be greeted than with that outfit on and her smile.

“Hey, want some coffee? I just made a fresh pot,”

“Yes please,” she motioned for him to sit on the couch while she grabbed a mug from the kitchen.

“Cream and sugar?”

“Yes ma’am,”

“First you call me ‘miss’ now you're calling me ‘ma’am’,” she teased as she prepared his coffee. “You’re aging me,”

“I don’t know about all that,” he said. She came back from the kitchen, handing him his coffee and sitting on the couch next to him.

“So, what’d I miss at Duck Tape last night? Besides cleaning up broken glass. Sorry again, by the way,”

“Well,” he started, taking a long sip of his coffee. How was he going to explain this one?

“Some guys came around the bar last night. They were from outta town, had something to do with NASCAR. They were a little rude but nothing I haven't heard before, but Jimmy took it personal and started a bar fight,”

“No! I missed a bar fight? I don’t get any of the fun!”

“Well, the guys really ganged up on Jimmy so I might've taken a bottle from the bar and made a molotov cocktail for their car,”

“Clyde Logan,” her mouth made a perfect ‘o’ that slowly formed into a smile she was desperately trying to hide, “Are you telling me you set some guys car on fire for messing with your brother?”

“I might be,” she smacked his arm and gave a short laugh.

“Well anyone who’s got the nerve to be rude to you deserves it, what’d he even say to make Jimmy jump like that?”

“It was about my hand. He was just being ignorant and thought he was being funny. It was nothing I hadn't heard before,”

Her face fell, and she rubbed his left shoulder gently.

“Some people have no sense, I’m glad your brother did something about it. Do you think you’ll get in trouble?”

“I think he understood that if he said anything about the car, I’d be mentioning how he attacked my brother and that would cause problems for him. Besides once he saw how I could torch his car, I’m sure he got the sense of how much damage I could do even with a prosthetic,”

“Well it sounds like they wont be bothering you again,” she pressed her forehead to his shoulder momentarily, making his heart flutter.

They spent the next hour or so watching talk shows together. She eventually swung her legs onto the couch and curled up closer to him. She leaned her weight onto him and he did the same. It must’ve looked downright domestic, them drinking coffee and watching tv together in the morning light. He liked the thought of that. he allowed himself to indulge if only for a moment. It was a lot easier to think about than what was to come.