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bostongirl13 · 4 years ago

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Piano, Thanksgiving and heart attack

A/N: I wrote this with the intention of continuing this story ➡ New Dodger photo , but it can safely be treated as a one shot.

Summary: I think the title explains it all 💙

Warnings: age gap, Scott and Chris are assholes, swearing, mistakes

Words: 1,5k +

TUESDAY

You growled in frustration not being able to remember a single word and what was in the linguistic pragmatics tasks.

"Stupid subject" you muttered, throwing your pencil across the room and letting it hit the wall. Dodger, who was lying on the couch behind you and keeping you company, raised his ears to the sound.

You've been sitting in the living room with your back against the sofa for a good five hours because your lecturer thought up an exam the day before the long weekend. Because, of course, speech acts, language functions, the theory of speech acts, and the communicative intention are so damn important that they can't wait until next week.

"Fuck" you cursed under your breath and rubbed your tired eyes. You felt your head starting to ache. And tears fall from my eyes from staring at the laptop screen for a long time. You needed a break, but you knew that if you do it, there is no chance that you will go back to studying. Being stubborn and hard to give in by nature, you took a deep breath and started reading the definitions and tasks once again.

Chris, of course, knew how difficult and hard this item was for you, so he was always as quiet as possible, occasionally bringing you a bowl of fruit, coffee, or tea, and ordered take-out food. He was loved. Even though you didn't thank him and just nodded your head, or just said nothing and paid him no attention, he knew you appreciated his help anyway. But seeing you sitting another hour in front of the computer with red eyes and tired, broke his heart. He couldn't watch his love work to death, and he knew that if he asked you to take a break, you wouldn't. So he came up with an idea, the implementation of which would make you leave your studies.

So he went to the piano standing against the wall and after a few minutes of choosing what he wanted to play, he put his fingers on the keys and caused the first notes to come out of the instrument.

You stretched and flipped through the notes page when you heard like music fills the air without effort, the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the couch behind you. You listened to the melodies played by your boyfriend, feeling it sweep your whole body. The best thing about music was that it gave you strength and motivation. The variety of music in the universe is so diverse that there is something for everyone to enjoy. Music doesn't worry about anything; that’s the beauty of music.

You turned to Dodger and stroked his head.

"Dad is probably giving us a sign that there is enough study for today"

Dodger licked your face. “Okay, okay, that's it. Come on "you got up and stretched again. The dog jumped off the couch and followed you into the room where Chris was playing.

Chris was sitting in sweatpants and a navy blue sweater. His long fingers moved over the keyboard of the instrument, pressing the keys in the correct order so that the emerging notes formed a melody.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "Thank you," you whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad you finally got away from studying. Do you like what I play?

"Very" you sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulder "Can you play any more?" you asked.

Chris kissed your head and started playing again.

Now sitting close to him and the instrument, you could hear and feel the musician much more clearly than before. Dodger lay down on his bed near you and listened too. Your eyes immediately felt heavy. You closed them, but you tried to stay awake. He had time, music surrounded the space him. You had to admit that of the many talents Chris had, this one was one of your favorites.

"I think it's time to sleep, Princess" you nodded and you let him rise you from chair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, holding tight. "I guess I should start talking to you Koala" he laughed and you pressed your face against the hollow of his neck.

After a warm shower and putting on something to sleep, you both cuddled into each other, or rather you into Chris not allowing a minimum of a gap between your bodies. Even though you had an important exam tomorrow, you felt calm and knew that you would do well tomorrow.

THURSDAY

Quick update: there was no exam because it turned out that the lecturer did not have time to prepare the questions. You were relieved, but you were also furious because you could spend this time with your beloved men. However, you will not turn back the time, and what was now mattered.

You sat snuggled up to Chris on the couch in his mom's living room and watched as two pupies and Dodger attacked Scott on the floor. You tried not to laugh because you knew the video would end up on Instagram, but you really couldn't help but see this scene. Even Stella giggled and watched the whole thing happen. You put your cheek to Chris's shoulder when he finished recording.

"All right?" he whispered to you, seeing your eyes freeze at one point, you were thinking something

"Yes. I'm just happy. Thank you for taking me with you to your mother's Thanksgiving. Maybe I shouldn't, but I feel like I'm surrounded by my family."

"How could I not take you with me," he said in an offended tone. The invitation was obvious to him and he saw no other scenario for the day. "Honey, you shouldn't feel bad about being comfortable with my family. On the contrary, I'm glad you feel that way. It means a lot to me. And I can assure you that they also treat you like a family member." he kissed you on the lips to which you heard "ugh!" and laughed seeing Stelle covering her eyes.

Later that same day

You, Chris, Scott, and Dodger came back to Chris's house. All the way you couldn't stop laughing at the guys whining about eating too much.

As soon as you entered the house, the three men took their place on the couch in front of the TV. You rolled your eyes and being a good girlfriend, you went to the fridge for a beer.

"What have I done to deserve you," Chris said, taking a cold bottle of amber drink from you.

"Don't get used to it too much" you kissed him, "I'm going to take a shower" you add and disappeared down the hall.

"Don't you dare to let her go," said Scott, being sure you couldn't hear "If you do, I’m gonna kick your American ass." he took a sip.

"Funny." Chris laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let her go."

Getting more comfortable after showering, you put on leggings and Chris's hoodie. Completely unaware that a trap awaits you as soon as you exit the master bedroom.

You've been moving around Chris's house by heart. So instead of looking straight ahead, you looked at the phone. Chris and Scott were standing behind the wall so that you couldn't see them and both of them, with video recording, waiting for you. After a while, they heard your footsteps and they both looked at each other. Chris showed three fingers as he counted. 3... 2 ... 1 ...

"Y / N !!!" they both shouted giving you a heart attack.

"Aaaaaaaaaa ... !!!" you screamed, terrified, and you jumped up and you slipped and fell. Chris grabbed you at the last minute and pulled you close. "Are you crazy ?!" you snarled.

Your heart was beating dangerously fast in your chest, your breathing couldn't slow down. Both guys were laughing when you thought you were having a heart attack.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but you were the only one I hadn't scared off yet."

"Be careful I don't scare you, you asshole," you threatened by hitting him on the chest. "How old are you? 5?"

"Oh, don't say you haven't got used to our childish behavior yet." Scott smiled at which you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry," Chris repeated and kissed the top of your head.

"You guys are so cute," commented Scott.

"That goes for you, Scott too. You both are on my blacklist," you narrowed your eyes.

Chris hugged you tighter, feeling your heart beating fast. You hugged him, cuddling up to him and trying to calm down.

About an hour later you managed to play on them and scare them. In both cases you recorded everything and with a smile on your face, pleased with yourself, sent them the video, which they both later uploaded to Instagram.

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seoracle · 4 years ago

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DRIVERS LICENSE; ii

Pairing: Bang Chan x Idol! Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fake Dating! AU, Angst, Lovers to Enemies(?), Occasional Pining, Comedy, Smut

Summary: Y/N has become an overnight sensation with ‘Drivers License’, Breaking records left and right…But what if the press gets wind of the ill-matched lovers and their company decide it’s the perfect attention ploy?

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mature themes, Dry-humping and Drinking, Angst warning

A/N: part three will conclude this series, thank you for the support!

“So Y/N, I’ll only ask one question on the topic but...What attracted you to Bang Chan?”

“Well, everything really.” You say with a fond smile. “When we first met I had just moved to Sydney and he took care of me. I think I started liking him then, But I only confessed when we were both trainees.”

“How cute!” The interviewer gushes, fanning herself. “I hope you two have many happy days to come.”

Things had been jam-packed since the news of you and Chan had come out, his fandom had been more welcoming than you had expected and left lots of sweet comments under your social media accounts. You hadn’t done any interviews until today, just music shows or performances. You also hadn’t actually seen or spoken to him since it all went down, not even at the meeting.

In fairness you had both become extremely busy, and constantly were a hot topic for netizens. Your fame had skyrocketed even more so than it originally did, you had now become the ambassador of a major brand and already had a performance booked for the end of year awards with a brand new song.

Your mind went back to your conversation with Chan and how quick you had been to blurt out hurtful words that you no longer meant.

You knew it was up to you to reach out, but admitting your actions were over the top isn’t something you’re ready to do. You hadn’t technically lied but calling him a sellout was a low blow, and although he wasn’t an angel he wouldn’t say something like that to you.

Today is a better day than any to deliver your reluctant apology, a fake date is scheduled for a popular book store that recently finished an extension for their in store cafe.You dressed casually and made sure to bring your mask and matching black baseball hat, along with Tims Tams.

Even though it’s only 1pm, the sky is dim and dreary which makes the walk to the cafe a bit more nerve-wracking. What if he chews you out before you can get a word in? He was always good at that. The scent of arabica coffee beans brings you to your senses and you walk in before you can make a run for it and never return, goodbye idol life, au revoir pilates and adiós to Christopher Bang.

“You actually came.” A voice remarks, making you squeal in surprise.

“What the fuck?!” You screech, placing a hand over your heart to try calm it’s rapid beating.

He opens the door, smiling in amusement at your terror. You settle in a corner with a large bright window, perfect for paparazzi and incase you nervous retch. Chan heads to the counter and comes back with a double shot Americano and a Green Tea Latte.

“Thanks.” You murmur sheepishly, feeling like a complete asshole for lashing out at him.

“I wanted to run something by you, well, to clarify something…” He begins to explain, waiting for your nod of approval before he begins. “I didn’t even know Seungah, or ‘Mijoo’ properly until we broke up. I wouldn’t hurt you like that, I know I still did but I just wanted you to understand.”

You’re taken aback by him not being mad at you for two weeks ago, even though he has every right to be. If he had said half the things you had said he wouldn’t know any peace for the rest of his life.

“Thank you for clarifying, But I should be apologising…” You began hesitantly, did he want you to just move on and say nothing? Still, you’re not that person anymore. “I was way out of line to say all that stuff about you, which wasn’t true at all. You worked hard to get where you are and I’m happy for you, if anyone deserves the world it’s you.”

While he processes your words with his mouth ajar, you push the Tim Tams to his side of the table. His eyes light up and he rips into them immediately, dunking one into his warm coffee and although you find it semi-revolting, you smile.

You spend the next half hour sharing the biscuits and stories of wardrobe mishaps and what you’ve both been up to in the last few years. It doesn’t take long before you feel comfortable in his presence, not fully but more than you thought possible after all that went down.

Chan ends up finishing the packet and relaxes into his chair with a content sigh, you can’t help but smile at the sight. It quickly fades when you spot paparazzi in heards outside the cafe.

“They found us, totally not like our companies tipped them off.” Chan comments, turning back to you after squinting at them for a bit.

“Quick, act surprised.” You order, as you start making over-exaggerated expressions to the cameras.

The flashing of cameras is nothing new to either of you at this point and you head upstairs to the book section, scanning from classics, science fiction and biographies of people you’d never heard of. Chan spots a section of books with their covers hidden under wrapping and the descriptions written in black ink. You decide on a poetry book from the 1700s with a little sun drawn on the brown paper, Chan picks a Sci-Fi thriller and you shake your head knowingly.

Afterwards, Chan walks you home through the playground near your tiny apartment and makes small talk about music, he picks your brain about melodies and what your favourite synth sounds are. It’s hard to believe less than a month ago you wanted to rip his head off.

“Let’s sit for a bit.” Chan says, situating himself on a swing.

It doesn’t take you long to join him on the swing to his right, if there’s nothing worse than one idiot on a swing it’s two idiots on swings. Instead of chatting you focus on seeing how high up you can go and Chan watches, shaking his head in embarrassment.

“You’re an actual child.” He teases, grabbing a hold of the rope to slow you down.

“Hey, no fair.” You huff, grounding yourself by using your feet, turning to him with a pout.

He rolls his eyes and ruffles your hair just like he used to, and embarrassingly it makes you feel happy. Just like you used to back when you first met in Sydney and he was all you knew.

Stop thinking about the past, you say mentally, what’ll It change?

To distract yourself you decide it’s time to go somewhere else, and get up with the intent of forgetting whatever feelings your brain is fabricating. You can hear footsteps behind you and sigh, he’s not letting you go that easy.

“Where are you going?” Chan calls out, finally catching up to you.

“A bar, I assumed you were still on that drinking ban.” You say feigning your intentions of ditching him for your own benefit.

“That ended two years ago,” He replies with a small smile, “What bar exactly?”

“You’ll see.”

“Y/N….you said a bar, this is a club.” Chan says, stating the obvious.

It’s a small place just on the outskirts of the bustling city, illuminated by purple and blue with none of the ridiculous cocktail names, dry humping and reek of Victoria’s Secret perfume you became accustomed to in Seoul.

“Same difference,” You reply with a shrug, sitting down at an empty velvet sofa. “Wanna be a dear and get us some drinks?”

Chan shakes his head with his usual grin and heads to the counter, you can’t help but notice how buff he’s gotten in the last few years. You look away when he takes the drinks off the counter and focus on the fabric of your ripped jeans instead, fiddling with the loose strings.

“A rum and coke for you and a black russian for me.” He announces, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

“Perfect choice.” You say thankfully, raising the glass to your lips and taking several gulps.

The blond raises an eyebrow, sipping at his caffeinated cocktail at a more leisurely pace, soon one drink becomes four and a round of shots later you can gladly say any warm fuzzy feelings have been replaced with drunk fuzzy feelings. Chan, who's only had two drinks laughs at your predicament as the bartender cuts you off for the night.

“Chris, order another round!” You instructed giddily, clinging onto his arm.

“Yeah, and carry you home drunk? I don’t think so.” He retorts, finishing his soju.

You grumble incoherencies under your breath, leaning into him and shutting your eyes. He inquisitively still smells the same and carries the same soothing aura that everyone seemed to pick up on. He hums to the song playing and you can feel his chest vibrate when he messes up on a lyric and laughs. The alcohol makes everything seem blurred around the edges and rose-tinged, he puts his arm around you and it all feels right.

“Y/N, Y’Alright?”

“Yeah, you?” You slur, smiling into his neck, you can feel him chuckle when your eyelashes tickle his skin.

Everything becomes hazy after that, you hardly remember Chan helping you into the back of a taxi or guiding you to your front door. He searches your bag for the front door key and then your jacket, you giggle drunkenly, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Back pocket,” You state with an amused grin.

Chan reaches down into the back pocket of your jeans and the contact makes your cheeks redden and you inhale deeply. He doesn’t seem to notice and clasps onto the key, before he takes the key out you place your hand around his wrist and hold it there. He looks at you with an uncertain glance, his eyes searching yours for confirmation of some sort, arching into his touch gives him the clarification he needs and he presses his lips to yours in a hungry, intrusive kiss.

You bring your hands up to his hair and tug on it lightly, as if to bring him even closer if possible. Chan groans into your mouth at the feeling and you take advantage of the moment and control the kiss while he eagerly follows, one hand firmly squeezing your ass while and starts to grind against you. The only sounds you hear are his ragged breathing and the quiet whimper that leaves him when you pull apart to nip at his jaw.

“Y/N,” He pleads, rutting against your thigh with desperation. You answer his pleas, allowing him between your thighs, he kisses your ear appreciatively and helps you up onto the low metal shelf by your doorway for better access grind against your sex.

He whines profanities into your neck when you meet his ruts in a more languid pace, it only makes him more desperate for you. You sigh in pleasure at the sight, although your vision is hazy his swollen lips and furrowed brows are as clear as day. You can tell how close he is by how unsteady his breathing is, he cries out your name repeatedly and you coo at him.

“Pathetic, I haven’t even wrapped my hand around your cock and you’re ready to blow your load.” You mock, pretending you aren’t at the edge yourself.

“Ah, shit..!” He bellows, hot breath hitting your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

You watch his mouth fall agape as he finally reaches his peak, his blonde hair is plastered against his face and his skin has a sheen that suits him well. Chan gasps as you start up again, the overstimulation making him writhe, he slips one hand down the front of your jeans, which surprises you because you still feel secure being held up with just one arm. You rut against his hand, he knows exactly where to touch and your moans only spur him on until you finally reach your own climax, biting down on his shoulder when you do.

Nothing is said while you both collect yourselves, Chan drops you down and presses his forehead to yours while he catches his breath. The alcohol starts to wear off you and fully realise what’s happened and take your keys out of your back pocket, your hands shake and it takes you a while to get the key in and twist it.

“Y/N?” He calls out, sounding helpless.

“I’m sorry, Chris.”

Ignoring the downcast expression on his face you go inside, looking at him once more and telling him you’re sorry again and that he should leave. When you slam the door, he calls out for you to open it again, fifteen minutes later he leaves and you’re in the shower crying. You had just done to Mijoo what had been your biggest fear, but she would have never done that to you.

She was a good person and you were disgusting with no morals.

How the fuck had it all happened so fast? Meeting Chris again, loathing him, fake dating him, feeling emotions for him and now practically fucking him? Nothing had really changed, even before the breakup it had always been you crawling back to him and him feeling as if gravity was pulling you two back together just to tear you away again. ‘Cruel fate’ he called it, you call it nonsense to make him feel better.

Whatever it was, it needed to stop or finally be faced.

It’s just after 12pm the next day when you wake up, everything hurts and you try to piece together what little you remember before that thing with Chris. You groan into the palms of your hands and try to think of a solution, you couldn’t ignore or avoid him, at least not forever. Why did you ever agree to fake a relationship anyways? If only you could turn back time and tell your CEO and the entire JYP entourage to get fucked.

A buzzing under your pillow snaps you back to your senses, realising it’s your phone you slide your thumb across the screen to accept the call.

“Hello?” You ask in a hoarse tone.

“Check literally any news outlet.” A familiar voice says in a monotone voice.

“Iris, Should I be worried?”

Iris doesn’t reply and you decide to check Twitter, upon opening it you’re bombarded with notifications that all lead back to a photo of you and Chan making out. The picture has clearly been scanned to make the quality better, it’s grainy but even you can see how easy it is to tell who is in the photo. Dread fills your body at the thought of what management would say, this could compromise all of your hard work.

“I thought you were done with him,” Iris sighs, “God, Y/N... it took you years to get over him, and he has a real relationship.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You reply quietly, ignoring the sting of her words.

“I love you, okay? But I’m so worried you’ll end up hurt again.” She admits, you can hear her tapping her nails against wood, a nervous habit. “Just be careful, I’ll call you later.”

As the call ends you sigh with a smile, typical Iris trying to show she cares while remaining unfiltered. You quickly realise there's no point in hiding from any of this and get ready for what you’re sure will be an eventful day.

When you arrive at the company building you’re quick to sneak past the secretary and into San’s office, he greets you with a suggestive look.

“You’re so lucky the apartment’s security spotted and escorted them out.” San remarks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

“I know, don’t worry Iris got to the lecture first.” You retort, pinching the bridge of your nose once you sit down on his uncomfortable sofa, damn hangovers.

San pulls open a drawer and passes you a bottle of aspirin, which falls to the floor thanks to your slightly altered (and loss of ) coordination. You mumble words of gratitude and dry swallow two.

“So how mad is everyone?” You ask meekly, not meeting his eyes.

“Well, no one really is. It got you more buzz and sales but there is a broken-hearted girl to think about.”

Shit, Mijoo.

You get up in a flash and take San’s unopened energy drink with you, as you exit his office you hear him yelling at you.

“Why does your apartment have shelves at the front door anyways?!”

It’s when you get outside and the fresh air hits that you realise you have no idea what to do. Woolim is a twenty minute walk at best, you have no idea if Mijoo will even be there but it’s worth a shot. On the way you stop to get two cans of iced coffee and hope she’s still feeling kind after what you pulled last night.

The Woolim building is finally in sight and you push the door open and are stunned to see Mijoo on the other side. Her eyes are glassy and swollen and she isn’t giving off her usual bright aura, but still she smiles at you.

“Hey, trying to hit me?” She jokes with a wry laugh.

“Mijoo...can we talk?”

“Um…” She looks anywhere but your eyes. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Y/N.”

“Seungah, five minutes is all I need. Then if you want I’ll never talk again.” You plead, she sighs but accepts, turning back and leading you to the private back ‘garden’ which is just concrete and a bench.

“Thank you.” You say, bowing your head a little. She laughs and takes a coffee out of the plastic bag when you sit down.

“Formalities aren’t needed between us, what do you want?”

Her bluntness catches you off guard, up close you can see mascara has seeped around her eye bags and dried up. She definitely knew what had happened but wanted to hear it from you, which petrifies you. How are you supposed to casually say the truth and not get punched in the face?

“I know you saw the picture but you need to hear it from me,” You begin, licking your lips. “I kissed Chan, he didn’t return my feelings and he’s probably going to try to take half the blame.”

Mijoo’s facial expression doesn’t change and she takes a sip of coffee, folding her lips into a thin line after she swallows the bitter liquid.

“I don’t think he ever got over you.” She admits in a downcast tone. “When we started dating he told me he’d always love you a little bit, I just didn’t think you'd come back for him.”

“I didn’t come back for him,” You clarify, “I had no intentions of...any of this. I’m really sorry and I won’t come between you two again. It’s strictly business from now on, you have my word.”

“Why are you so keen on keeping us together?” She says, stunned.

“I don’t want to be the reason anyone is hurt.”

“What about you then? Won’t this hurt you?”

You don’t reply, instead returning the same kind smile she had given you. Of course it’ll hurt you, but you can’t bear the weight of hurting anyone the way you did, even Chris. For so long it was all you wanted, for him to feel the pain you did that night in his car.

A week passes by in a flash, between schedules and training you haven’t had any time to dwell on Chan which is nice for once. San and Iris make sure to keep you up to date on what he’s been up to since you shooed him away like a bad dog.

Luckily fake media reports of you two being spotted have been enough to keep the ‘break up’ rumours at bay for now. Eventually you will have to face him, but if Mijoo’s Instagram story is any indication, it’s a happy one of them and their daily coffee trips. Meanwhile all your days are spent in the dance studio, trying to perfect your end of year performance.

Your newest track took two weeks alone to record, it was yet again a song you hadn’t intended on releasing. The lyrics were about being drunk, horny and sad which are emotions you felt most days. The choreography was the most challenging part, primarily because you weren’t much of a dancer to begin with.

“Perfect!” Your teacher, Hyolyn praises with a satisfied smile.

You collapse on the floor and try to catch your breath, taking a second to gulp down water. Although it’s hard work, it was extremely rewarding. According to San, you’re predicted to win two awards and nominated for four which was insane considering last year you were #9 on ‘Top 10 least watched debuts’.

“How close am I to acing this?”You ask, completely drained.

“I’d give it a week.” Hyolyn replies after taking a second to evaluate you.

Groaning, you lie down on the hardwood floors and shut your eyes. The performance was in nine days, giving you little to no time to rest. Iris also had you booked for three days of practicing your makeup for the show, which included intricate and trendy tattoo art all over your arms and littered over any other revealed areas, for hair you would be wearing a wig, lighter than your own hair but similar to how it looked in a recent magazine spread.

It was all down to you to ace this performance, and you only had one shot.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N!”

San’s voice snaps you back to your senses, he guides you up from the floor and gives you a once-over and decides you look fine. Then, without a word, drags you down through the busy city and into a quaint cafe, filled with greenery and flowers galore. You spot Wooyoung’s blonde hair behind the counter and smile knowingly, of course.

“Am I here to third wheel?” You joke, elbowing his ribs.

“Shut up, We’re here for you to experience a delectable latte topped with chocolate art and if you’re good I’ll buy you a bean bun.”

You sit down on an empty chair without a word, smiling up at him. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for a fresh bean bun, especially if it’s free. San goes up to the counter, his laugh echoes around the small area when Wooyoung makes a little joke involving word play. Minutes later, a steamy cup of coffee is in front of you with a cute little bunny made of white liquid and you can’t help but look down in amazement.

“Good, right?” Wooyoung beams, full of well-deserved confidence.

“Amazing,” You gush, taking a sip reluctantly, not wanting to ruin the illustration.

Wooyoung takes a bow and walks back to the counter, brewing up another order in no time, San watches intently resting his chin in the palm of his hand. What an idiot, you think, although you’re slightly envious no one looks at you that way.

Several more cups and bean buns later, you leave the lovebirds to return home for some well needed rest. Today is the only actual real chance of resting up before the real work begins, even the thought makes your body ache. But all that fades away when you see a familiar face at your door, Chan.

“Chan?” You say bewildered, “Why are you here?”

“Can we talk?” He asks, meeting your eyes for a brief second before looking away again.

“Okay.”

Five minutes later he’s sitting across the coffee table, stirring a cup of instant coffee and not saying a word. What is there to say? You were both drunk exes longing to relive old times, Yes you would always love him but he wasn’t yours anymore, he hadn’t been for years.

You weren’t the same person, the cheap electric guitar you’d adored has spun into a customised Fender, his dark curls had been swapped for blonde locks that hung across his face. You had loved and lost him, found him and begun the cycle again.

“Why did you try to lie to Seungah?”

“She’s your girlfriend, you clearly care about her and I didn’t want you to lose that because of a stupid mistake.” You say, even though it was no mistake on your behalf.

Chan laughs dryly in response, eyes becoming unreadable and dark.

“You didn’t want me to fuck you that night?”

Before you can reply he's standing up, walking towards you and clearly loving that in your seated position he towers over you. He notices your thighs are shut as much as they can be and coos.

“Is that all it takes, huh?” He says, mocking your tone from that night. “As much as you love pushing me around and belittling me, you love to be put in your place don’t you?”

A strained sound leaves your throat and you try to push it away, the feeling of wanting him to be in control, to be vulnerable for him. It’s a feeling you’ve only felt a handful of times and always with him. You knew he was just frustrated and feeling rejected, if anything did happen you’d wake up alone to a regretful voicemail.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, I would call you dumb but that would turn you on.” You finally retort, standing up to fully enjoy the flush of humiliation come over his face.

“Know your place.”

“Kiss me,” He pleads, soft eyes full of stars. “Just once more.”

You swallow thickly, once more is all he’s asking for. Hesitating for a second, you raise your arms and gently take his face into your hands, thumbing over his jaw the way he likes and press your lips against his. The kiss is firm and chaste, much unlike the last one that was filled with hunger and urgency, this...feels final. Neither of you pull away, Chan deepening the kiss more and settling on wrapping his arms around you over his oxygen levels.

You feel tears starting to pool within your closed eyes and it burns, finally pulling away when it all becomes too much. His warm disposition is so apparent in his teary eyes and it hurts more than ever, you drop your hands from his face and he takes them into his own, a bittersweet feeling coming to the surface.

“Goodbye again, Y/N.” Chan says with a smile, letting go your hands and heading towards the door.

“Goodbye, Chris.” You reply in a faltering tone, turning away as he shuts the door behind him.

You’re left sobbing on the linoleum floors of your apartment, ignoring various buzzes from your phone hours later when you finally calm down enough to sit on the couch and numbly stare at the flickering TV. Then it comes up on a pop music channel, your face and his with the headline: Bang Chan and Y/N announce break up.

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rubyleo-vibes · 4 years ago

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✨ Evans and his morning sweets nothings ✨

- RUBY’S DIARY-

Ruby’s note:

A couple weeks ago this situation came out of my mind while I was watching some Chris interviews and something else about him which a can’t remember the half of the things I saw,hear blah, blah. about him but suddenly my head was rolling with the idea and I couldn’t get over it for a couple weeks. Warnings: +18, smut, age gap, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, mention of oral (female receiving), dirty talk, dady kink, body fluids, cum kink , and maybe fluff?

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Since the time we met ten months ago, both going back and forth taking the first flight we find and only to expend time with each other, being nothing more than exclusives cause we’re not exactly looking for a serious relationship due our busy and demanding jobs and of course don’t forget the 16 years age gap between us (not really bothering us since the first flirt ), but acting like a real couple and not really being a real one, the way we being working on our “relationship” has been way much better than we expected.

Here I am, Wednesday early morning and getting ready for going to work and the thing is that I promised Chris that I would be doing home office during his time visiting me in the city where I currently live due my job, but a last minute call changed our plans for the day and thanks god he understood the situation.

Just like everyday since he arrived we woke up to make our morning routine but this time earlier than usual, going first to the gym at the same time that i usually go , letting Chris surprised how i was able to be an early bird when he perfectly knew that i'm not morning a person. I mentioned the night before that he didn’t need to start his day the same time as me and if he wanted to stay in bed more time I totally ge it, but like always he was the one of us in waking up first even that early morning.

At 4:45 am we arrived to the gym, pretending we came alone minding our business doing our workout and acting like if we didn't know each other when someone got closer as part of our plan in case someone would recognised him even with his face mask on and a cap, because our way to “spend time in public” was Chris checking me out every time he could and me being a shameless teaser.

Once back at my place, he stepped in the shower first while i was getting all my things ready for the day, changing the dirty sheets from the night before, now as part of the morning routine every time Chris is here, not because i like putting new and fresh sheets every morning but the messy activities we make every night along with our tiredness lazy assess and sometimes our body asking for a little more attention during the middle our sleep or in the morning before starting our day, so yes! It was necessary to replace the new ones, but don’t get me wrong i’m not complaining at all, I mean this became a reminder of the fun stuff we do and learn about from the other.

Once done with the bedding changing i let the outfit that a picked the night before in my bed and just in time when I was done with everything needed, a fresh and clean Chris walked out my bathroom greeting me with a cheeky smirk on his face while i was trying not get distracted by him walking in my room with a towel wrapped around his hip, his glorious tattooed hard chest with a few water drops rolling through his toned muscles, feeling his hand touched softly one of my arms getting my attention , his body close to mine and with a low and deep voice saying -“your turn doll”- and with that i found myself already clenching my needy walls with nothing around but with the sound of his voice.

By the time i was almost done with the final touches of my makeup, Chris whose presence was absent in my room since i finished showering, walked back to my room with two mugs on each hand and right in the moment he stepped in i saw through my vanity mirror how he closed his eyes taking a deep breath from the mix of the aroma of his perfume with my mine, his chest slightly grown before opened his blue eyes and one more time just like in the gym checked me out, losing his gaze in some specifics curves of my body, with a smirk on his face he was getting closer to me

-”here’s your tea doll”- hand me one the mugs, and while I was taking it from his hand I thanked him after I winked. He just nodded without leaving the smile on his lips and I didn’t notice but his eyes getting a bit darken when he felt my fingers brushed accidentally his hand.I took a sipt from the tea that he made for me, Chris knows that I prefer taking tea every morning instead of the common cup of coffee, so every time we are around from the other, at my place or his, never letring me down without morning favorite tea, and that kind of details was one of reasons i can’t help myself but just melting and get even more attached to him.

Instated of leaving my room he prefer to stayed right next to me, drinking his coffee quietly, facing me and leaning in the vanity table, feeling his eyes glutted on me, following every of my moves and after a couple minutes of comfortable silence he finally says- “you look beautiful today doll, you always do”- he said running his gaze over my outfit taking mental pictures of how good looks his favorite curves covered on my cream cropped cable knit sweater and the green pencil under knee skirt, my high heels allowing me almost been at the the same height than him, i smiled wide never leaving my eyes off from my reflect in the mirror fixing my low ponytail i said

-"thank you baby, you don't look bad yourself too"- and while i took my earrings to putting on, this time i turn my eyes to Chris and this time me doing the same thing he did with me before, I also took mental pictures of how hot this (my) man looks on formal clothes , with an air of Andy Barber in his outfit choice for the interview recording he was going to have later that morning.- “you really know how to wear this kind of outfits, i like what you did with the sleeves, told you it’d look great and way more relax but not too much for today’s interview, they gonna love it”- playing all the time with his shirt buttons, but he only let out a groan from his chest and closing the small gap between us that he left after brought me the tea, with one hand taking me by the small of my back pulling closer-

- doll, please… stop- he said, sounded desperate and squeezed my hip.

-what? what am I doing this time? literally nothing guapo!- I giggle for the tone he complained, trying to find his baby blue eyes with mine while I rest one of my hands resting on his chest . A deeper groan came out this time, and now both hands were placed almost under my cropped sweater, touching the edge of my skirt and little bit of my warm skin , he playfully squeezed my waist a little bit harder than before.

-Don’t play now like the innocent one here young lady. You know exactly what i’m talking about - he said finally looking in my eyes and this time i’m trying to read his gaze-

-“the second you woke up you’ve been non stop teasing me , you wore the pink tights that i love how your bum looks and you wore it on your leg day! Well played by the way , then after i showered you were looking at me with pleading eyes and just before you stepped into the shower you and your smart ass came out only wearing a pretty thong and your sweatie white top with nothing unederneath and you fucking adorable nipples casually greeting me , i bet you weren’t looking for anything isn’t? .- taking a deep breath before continuing his official greedy frustrated statement, feeling his hands pushing me even more to his body like if he was trying to make me feel him-.

-you always look amazing- he continued a little bit more relaxed but with darkened eyes- “but today… damn baby girl! you're stunning and this outfit is doing something more. And I see no panties lines or what are you wearing, missy ? oh oh plus! your sweet fragrance is driving me crazy , and all of that right in the day you need to attend an urge in your office and just leaving me here without our morning sweets nothings , waiting here long hours without even trying before at least a bit of you doll”- his hands now in my ass, squishing them harder.

I just stayed there with my heart racing , blood running faster through my entire body, feeling new beats in some places that I didn't know existed. Bitten my lip and a grin on my face, my hand placed on his chest slowly goes to his muscular shoulders and the free hand gives slight caresses to his beard, loving the feeling in my hand- “really?, I’m sorry babe, I was just doing my daily routine, I didn’t mean to get you in this state, but i’ll make it up for you once I come back from work, ok? ”- I said softly, calm and with my best innoce tone, my hand caressing his beard , brushing my fingertips every now and then through his lips while I slowly adjusted my hips feeling a pretty hard situation screaming for attention. I let out audible gasp and eyes and ears never losing a detail, pressing harder on our hips together , and shamefulness grinding his hardness covered in my needy core.

-”mmmmmhh of course you’ll have to make it up to me after work... “- i whimper when i feel he stopped moving his hips and his hands holding tight my hips to keep me steady, he chuckle at the when i was trying to get some friction- “...cause right now we have much time to worship you the way i want it doll- my skirt rolled up around my waist, his fingertips touching my burning skin,me breathing heavily waiting for more. His eyes widened and chuckled when he felt my undergarth - “oh oh oh! this is what you call panties doll?” - he said, grabbing the strips resting on my hips - “ well is a thong thou, and i don’t need an awful pantie line showing off”- i said with obvious tone - “oh sorry, a tiny thong that i can’t remember you wearing it or at least showing me before… ”- feeling his playful finger roaming my bum and hips, he leaned into my ear and feeling his hot breath in there- “also you’re lucky this is such a small peach doll and perfectly fits on this pathetic tiny piece of fabric that you were hiding away from me”- a sweet released moan came out of my mouth at the moment he cupped my cunt into his warm hand, rubbing his palm and squeezing tight.

sliding the thong to side his middle finger, he ran his finger between my lips without going further than that, my pussy began to feel slippery with the juices that could no longer resist being inside for any longer.- mmmmhh baby girl, all this for me huh?, you might be the brightest ruby, but I did not know that a gemstone could be juicy, oh it is true, I forgot that only I have the honor of making this gem in a sweet and soft little peach, so juicy and exquisite-

a small scream from my mouth came out in protest of more, his forehead was against mine - please! - I begged between gasps- “please what? Do you want me to put my fingers in and touch you? that you want? - He growled excited to see that he only nodded, giving me a short kiss full of lust - "mmm if you want, I can do that- sliding two fingers inside, he began to touching me desperately, pressing lightly on my little button making circles sore He, placing my weak legs with his caresses- "Damn, you're fucking wet ... I wish I could eat you whole, but we don't have time for that, you know I like to take my time when I taste you- without warning I take out his two shiny fingers for my sweets juices, without taking his eyes off me, he introduced his two fingers covered with my flavor to his mouth, sucking rigorously, he let out a loud moan, a loud pop when he finished tasting the nectar of a gem, a quick and agile movement, he changed places, He is facing the mirror and Chris was behind me, he pressed his hardness against my butt, I let out a moan of despair, I need him inside me stretching my warm walls.

Without removing his gaze from mine reflected in the mirror, and with his eyes full of lust, the sound of his belt rumbled in my ears and my centers got even more wet, under his closure, I bend over leaving my butt exposed for him, he grunted as he stroked my butt and squeezed it, I moaned when he spanked me a couple of times with his big hands- “I'm going to take what's mine and I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make when I'm deep inside you, did you hear me baby do? - I nodded. He felt his big and hard cock hitting when I took it out of his boxers, I felt desperate, everything was spinning and my pussy was a mess and it didn't even enter me.

I moaned loudly - "Yes baby, you feel incredibly tight, I love your little pussy, so perfect and good for me" - Chris entered me without warning, let out a pornographic moan, his cock was deep in me, he stayed still for a couple second, and then start moving uncontrollably, making us moan and beg for more.

-”oh daddy!, please make me cum, your cock feel so good”-i cried and moved my hips looking for more, Chris slapped my bum-” my baby girl so desperate for his daddy cock, so pretty and good for daddy… come on doll squeeze my cock with my sweet little pussy- his dominance turned me on even more and doing what he said- “aaaagggh, ye..yess doll, keep going, i’m gonna make us cum so hard, make a mess on daddy’s cock, give to me be a good girl a give me that slutty cum- Chris grabs my hips harder and pounded so hard and good that i was losing my battle and the dirty talk almost making come to the sweet release, i loud moan came out of me and, making a whole mess on Chris dick.

-”shit baby girl, that was so hot, i’m so close and this time you are going to carry me on that piece of fabric the entire day ok?- i without a warming i felt his cock twitching and milking him so hard, he groaned loudly and emptied himself inside me.

As a gentleman that he is, he helped me fix my clothes, my hair, makeup, but less to clean up his mess, he made me go to the office like that, I thought he would help me clean up, but no, besides being slightly late to the office He made sure I carried it in my panties .. I was so lost after that little show he wanted, Chris ended up taking me to the office, and the rest is another story.

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Ruby’s note

sorry gems! but i need a moment, i know i could end better than that but uuuummmm i just couldn’t.

i feel fucking tingles.

Let me know what you think and show me your love.

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miyaniacs · 4 years ago

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Sinfully Sweetheart HC. Pt 5

Hinata, Lev and Kenma

feat. Kuroo

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt. 6

Sorry this is soooo long???? and a mess and sorry if this is trash but I feel like Hinata is way too innocent to get what’s going on rn

SOO LETS START

So you know each other since you were small

Your as cheerful and positive as him

You also like to please everyone

So you’re rather kind and helpful

Because your so close to Hinata everyone

And I mean EVERYONE thought you’re just as innocent / obvious than him

Including Hinata himself

you two went to Kenmas birthday party

The rest of the team was also invited because Kuroo forced him to give a proper birthday PARTY

So it’s team Nekoma and Team Karasuno

And Bokuto + Akaashi ( Gym 3 sticks together - ride or die ✊🏼)

Oh and yes Fukurodanis Managers ( Yukie and Kaori) are there too making it 5 girls and about 20+ guys lol )

Yes Kuroo did tease Kenma for having like no female friends

And yes Kenma did clap back asking him why HE haven’t brought some of his female friends

Now everyone is dancing and having a good time

You sit together with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Yaku and Lev talking about the latest Switch games

You’re being the sunshine you are, kept smiling and laughing

Always helping Lev out when Yaku and Kuroo kept teasing him

It was really fun

THENNN Yamamoto and Tanaka come over to your little group

„Hey, we thought about going some truth or dare? You’re in?“

You all nodded and walked over to the others

NOW the real fun starts

Yamamoto was the first one to spin

The bottle lands onnnnnnnnn

Kageyama

„Truth“ he simply says

„BUhhh that’s so boring“ Hinata complains

„TELL US. WHO was the last person you kissed?“ Yamamoto asks

Kags blushes

„Uhm I can’t remember ..“

„OHHH SHUT UP YOU DO!!“ Hinata is laughing his ass of

„STOP IT BOKE“

„OHH NO I WONT“

„Ok what happened?“ Yuki asks

„He Kissed Oikawa“ Tsuki simply says and smirks

„I DID NOT“ a red Tags complains

„YOU DID!!!“ Hinata laughs

„Ok to be fair - he fell on top of him while they where in one of their typical arguments and it just happened“ you tried to help

„Y/N stop trying to be so nice - he kissed him end of the story.“ Tanaka laughs

Tags takes the bottle and angrily spins it

And it lands onnnnn

LEV

„Dare“ he puffs his chest

„I dare you to uhh .. hug Yachi“

„WHAAAAT“ Yashi panics lol

„It’s just a hug - you’re here with the big guys so this will be the most innocent thing that’s going to happen“ Kuroo

„Kuroo. No. Hinata,Y/N, and Yamaguchi are here“ Sugawara comments

Meanwhile lev got up already as red as Yachi and walked over to her and bend down to hug her

It’s the most awkward thing you see.

She’s as stiff as person can be, arms hanging down her sides

He looks like some cracked stick?

Its a MESS

But hey they made it

Yachi stopped working but oh well

After some more rounds the bottle lands on you

And it was Hinatas turn to ask

„Truth“ you say

„Ok y/n just one question why did you and your best friend called this one musician a Daddy?”

You chocked on your drink, Kuroo and Bokuto are rolling on the floor laughing and Sugawara together with Daichi faceplam

„Uhm .. idk who you’re talking about?“ You smile

„You know .. what was he called.. Skepta?“ ( I’m so sorry but besides that he is litterly a daddy since he’s got a cute babygirl he’s also a daddy. During his concert my best friend and I were dying and some guy behind us was like: yes I know he’s a daddy )

„Ohhh yeah he has a little daughter that’s why“ you smile happy that you could keep up your cover

„Ohhh damn and here was thinking our litte y/n isn’t as innocent as we all think“ Kaori laughs

Sugawara and Daichi are now really relieved lol

The next rounds contained :

Kenma giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek

Bokuto telling his most embarrassing story - it did include him in bed having fun alone and his aunt walking in

Tsukishima giving everyone a compliment

Etc

Now the bottle was on Kuroo

„Dare“ he says as if its nothing

„Ok I dare you to dance with y/n for 3 songs. And I choose them“ Akaashi says

„WHAT but - why me??“ You whine

„ I mean, Yukie had do give Tanaka a kiss, Kaorie is already wasted, Yachi is still broken and Kiyoko - well I don’t want to fully kill Tanaka“ he explained

„ I go easy on you“ Kuroo smirks

So Akaashi takes out his phone, connects it to the speakers and goes through his library

The Take - Tory Lanez feat Chris Brown is on ( THE LYRICS THO already at the beginning lol - one of the best songs to make out to / have sex - fight me)

„YOU CANT BE SERIOUS NOW“ you scream

„AKAASHI THERE ARE KIDS IN THE ROOM“ Daichi scrams and covers hinatas ears while Yaku does the same to Lev

„Oh this will ne fun“ Kuroo smirks and winks he looks down at you

So he gently lays his hands on your hips and moves you to the beat

„I know you’re not really comfy rn so just follow me I’ll do the work“ he smiles because HE IS SOFTY and doenst want you to feel uncomfortable

„Nah this is totally fine“ you smile „Just protect me from Daichi and Suga afterwards“

„Why should -” he begins but you already put your hands around his neck and roll your hips

„Ohh - so the daddy wasn’t because he got a daughter“ he smirks

You just let your hands wander down his chest as you slowly go down to your knees, while still moving your hips to the beat

Hiantas eyes WIDEN ??? What happened to you??

He gets all flustered ??

Looking next to him he saw that Kenmas eyes are focused on your body - he’s never so focused except whe he plays games???

You’re moving back up rn arching your back

„Doesn’t this hurt“ Sugawara asks himself

Kuroo Hands are on your ass rn ( like its not his faut, its your for having such a great booty??)

Akaashi switches the song to Own it by Stormy ( for real tho I was at one of his concerts this February and guys. he could have taken me right there and I’d feel blessed ) feat Ed Sheehan and Burna Boy

So you smile and turn around pressing yourself on Kuroo

„Girl I love how you roll it, I put my hand there, hold it.“ And he puts his hands right under your belly and you start to move your hips Shakira level

You’re still arching your back and everyone can see that Kuroo is enjoying this way too much

Lev on the other hand

After the first song he was in shock

Now he’s slowly waking up and well his eyes are hearts now

Kenma is still fixed on you and

He put his PSP away??

Hinata I still flustered and doesn’t know how to talk

„Uhm Daichi - This - I- why - why is Kuroo smirking I - and why is Bokuto Whistling ?“

„HINATA LOOK AWAY“ Suga scrams over the music

„Kenma.. is this really happening rn?“Lev whispers

He just nods and finally realised WHAT HE WAS LOOKING AT

And now he’s ALL RED ???

And feels guilty?? Like why was he so amazed by the way you moved and why was he jealous of his best friend rn??

Lev still doesn’t really get what is happening lol

You put one of your hands behind Kuroo neck and start body rolling

By NOW. Hinata is still flustered don’t get me wrong but also mad?? Like why are his friends looking at HIS BEST FRIEND like that??

„KENMA why are you blushing?! What are you thinking??“ He asks

„No-Nothing . I just want this to be finished“ he mumbles but hell no.

he’s actually thinking some really different stuff which made him not able to look at you for the rest of the night

The last song begins

And SUGA was going to KILL Akaashi. How could he be so reckless

He and Daichi btw are way too focused to keep everyone in check to really focus on what you and Kuroo were doing

You keep to singing to the song and feel Kuroos lips on your neck

„I do think the only way to save you is that you stay really close by my side for the rest of the evening“ he growls and kisses your neck

„To hide something?“ You tease and press your his against his crotch

NOW the last song is up

And yes sorry I had to use this

PONY - Ginuwine

SO you’re now fully feeling yourself

And push Kuroo down on the sofa (Its a big one ok)

RIGHT between KENMA AND LEV

And you start giving him kind of a ✨lap dace ✨

You trun around, your hands gliding up and down ypur hips and you move roll your body

Bend over back up and walk to Kuroo kneeling over him ( like his legs are in-between yours ) And you hover over him moving as if your riding him, hands moving up and down your body

SO your in your Element, Kuroos is enjoying it and everything is fine right?

KENMA on your left isn’t moving? He’s trying his best to NOT look next to him

But now you stand up again?? And he is straight up looking at you??

And you move your body in such a sexy way??

He never thought of you in that way and now he’s all SHY

LEV could’t take his eyes off of you even for just a second

In his mind he’s just : omg omg omg omg - mum I have sinned

He doesn’t even realise that his nose started bleeding?

Like ? Is this what it feels like when you’re watching porn??

Is this sex??

Because it SURE feels like sex to him

Hinata is still asking Daichi what’s going on

Tanaka trying to explain it to him AND KAGS but they just don’t get it?

„But why is Kuroo so smug?“ Hinata asks?

„She’s just dancing?“ Kags

„I woudnt call this just dancing“ Bokuto smirks

So now it makes klick in Hinata head

And he FINALLY realises what’s going on

„OMG Y/N STOP“ he screams and grabs you and pulls you away from Kuroo

Lev and Kenma wake up from their trance

„Haha Hinata chill“ Kuroo laughs and CAUSALLY crosses his legs

„CHILL. THIS WAS REAL LIFE PORN?“ Sugawara screams

„I thought you’d know that this wasn’t porn?“ Akaashi laughs

„ ITS NOT FUNNY. JUST look at poor LEV!“

And everyone does

And start laughing

„Uhm I go to the bathroom real quick“ he gets up and runs out of the room

„Have funnnn“ Kuroo teases

„Now Hinata can I get y/n back?“ He smirks

„NO!!!“

„Omg Hinata let me go“ you laugh and walk over to Kuroo who pulls you in his lap for REASONS

„You ruined her !!“ Hinata whines

„I, for once, need to agree with him“ Daichi

You just roll your eyes and look over to Kenma

„Hey Kenma? You okay?“

No answer, Kuroo waves his hand in front of his eyes

Still no reaction

„WOW you BROKE HIM TOO!“ Sugawara complains

Lev’s now back and he can’t look at you anymore after what he just did and most importantly what he thought of

„Why too?“ Kuroo asks and looks around the room just to see most of the others showing no reaction and are rather red

The rest of the evening was quite chill

They decided to play some games

And Kenma lost all the time?

Lev was having a pillow on his lap the whole time

And Hinata was questioning reality because he felt stuff he shouldn’t feel because of you? But now he does and grabs Levs Pillow.

Daichi and Suga are discussing how’s the best way to have THE TALK with Hinata and probs also Kageyama judging by the look on his face.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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Caught in a Blizzard - Part 1

Summary: Luna is going to perform at the Graham Norton show, but little did she know that Chris Evans is going to be a guest as well.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Luna Hwang (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Mentions about sex and some alcohol

Wordcount: 4.5k

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Masterlist // Introduction // Part 2

Tonight I’m the musical guest on the Graham Norton show and I was too lazy to check who were going to be the other guests. I mean, I was severely jet lagged and a bit hungover, because they were serving some real good wine on the airplane and I might have finished an entire bottle and then some more sips from another bottle.

Normally my new agent Gia would be with me when I go to these types of things, to make sure everything is handled correctly and I’m up to date to the most important things, but since she has come down with a flu, just like her two youngest kids, she obviously stayed in New York. She told me I would be doing fine, however I wished that she was with me now, because she could’ve told me that finishing that entire bottle of wine myself wasn’t exactly a good idea (I have no self control, that’s obvious) and mentally prepare me for the other guests.

Now I have exactly five minutes to prepare myself, because I have wasted at least thirty with hyperventilating.

Because of the tough weather, Viola Davis couldn’t be here unfortunately, which is a shame, because she herself is a whole new level of awesome. But on the couch sits the queen herself Reese Witherspoon and THE handsome ass Chris Evans is there as well!

I mean, I obviously have an unhealthy crush on him, because who wouldn’t? He is handsome, he is funny and he is exactly the type of man that I’d like to drag in my bed for some mature activities. Seeing him sitting right there, makes my heart do all sorts of different things. And I realize that when I’m going to join them, I have to sit next to him. I have to sit next to the man who thought that wearing grey plaid pants and a fitted sweater would be appropriate.

Normally I would’ve known who the guests are on the shows that I perform at when I was still with my group Brave Elegance, because we had agents and a few members that actually listened to them when stuff like this was being told. I relied on them mostly, because I was making sure I could perfect my performance, by practicing the dance moves and hum out my rap. Now I’m all by myself and the first time Gia is supposed to be with me, she is sick.

And now I have to eat up the consequences of my own stupid choices.

I wish there was a guide available, that could help me out with one of the biggest problems I have ever encountered in my life: how to NOT embarrass yourself in front of the Chris Evans?

‘So, I have a question,’ Graham Norton starts. ‘Our musical guest Luna is backstage and—’ The audience erupts into a loud applause and whistles. ‘Goodness me, I wasn’t even finished yet!’

The crowd starts to laugh and from the looks of it, Reese Witherspoon and Chris Evans are amused. I take another sip of my water, because my throat feels painfully dry.

‘What I was going to ask is if you two had heard from her,’ Graham continues.

‘I do, actually,’ Reese says. ‘My daughter was a huge fan of hers back when she was in Brave Elegance. I went to three concerts of them actually.’

‘Oh, so you know quite a bit about her?’ Graham asks.

Reese nods. ‘Yes, I do. Back when she was in the band, my daughter was such a big fan of hers. Even had posters of her in her room. I do know that she is really killing the game with her solo projects.’

‘She totally is,’ Chris Evans says. ‘I downloaded her album the second it came out. I loved it.’

I think I forget how to breath. He downloaded my album? Holy crap, this isn’t helping with my nerves.

‘Really?’ Graham asks. ‘I never thought you were the type of guy that would listen to her songs, if I’m being honest.’

‘Well, my niece was a Fairy once, so I knew about the existence of them and heard some songs. But I only started to get really invested in their music during their Golden Globe performance, little did I know that that was going to be one of their last performances. A shame really, I was ready to become a Fairy.’

The Chris Evans Captain America Chris Evans was ready to become part of the fanbase? Oh shit, is this how it feels to have an out of body experience? How am I supposed to act normal after this?’

‘Really?’ Graham asks with a smile. ‘Well lucky you then that she is going to perform here.’

A woman ushers me with her and I follow her through the tiny halls. It’s nearly time for me to get on stage, but how am I going to deal with this? The sound is pretty loud, so I continue to hear what is being said.

‘She has something,’ Reese continues. ‘Like she forces you to watch her. My daughter once showed me a compilation of her on the X-Factor and I was genuinely impressed. She was only seventeen and knew exactly how to pull the audience in. Amazing.’

‘Please, everybody, please give it up for the one and only Luna!’

The audience start to clap and whistle, causing me to smile. I always love it when I hear the whistles and the screams of fans. Graham holds out his hand and I kindly take it, but all of the sudden I feel a little self-conscious about my tight red dress and my over knee boots, but I can’t change now. I must hold my breath the entire time I’m sitting my ass on that couch.

I shake hands with Reese Witherspoon, who compliments me on my outfit and tells me I’m so pretty. Why is this woman such a nice lady?

I quickly wipe my palm when I have to shake Chris Evans’ hand. When I’m with my producers or even back when I was still with the girls from Brave Elegance, I’d tell them how Chris Evans literally bite me wherever he wants, choke me during sex and that every hole I have is right there for him to use.

Now I’m standing in front of him and those things have turned into nothing but idle talk.

I somehow manage to extend my hand without shaking like an idiot an he holds mine in his large one. Oh my, those fingers… Imagine them insi— No, Luna, don’t even go there. You are in public!

‘It’s so nice to meet you, Luna,’ he says with a charming smile and me knees nearly give out. His eyes are glued on me and oh my, he is even more handsome from up close.

‘Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.’ Okay, good, I managed to say seven words to him, in an acceptable order. Progress!

I sit on the left end of the couch, next to Chris Evans and I sure hope the microphone doesn’t pick up on my heartbeat, since I can feel it beating with a force that it actually hurts me.

‘Luna, I’m so happy that you’re here,’ Graham says.

‘Thank you for having me.’

‘Are you excited?’

I nod. ‘This is my first solo interview on television, so I’m a bit nervous, but other than that, I’m very excited. I just hope that I won’t say anything stupid.’

‘You probably won’t,’ Graham says and I don’t feel necessarily assured. ‘I have to say, Luna, you are such an interesting woman.’

‘Is that good or bad?’ I ask.

‘Well, I mean,’ he says, looking at his cards. ‘At the young age of seventeen, you participate in the X-Factor, didn’t win, but did gain four friends. Is it hard to now do your own stuff?’

I think well about this question. Our disbandment was quite messy, though the public doesn’t know about that. The reason we split up was because of the amounts of jealousy between the members and… Me actually. I miss my members every single day and I wish that they were here with me. But I have to realize, that the disbandment was all my fault and if I was just a team player back then, I would still have them around me.

‘It’s hard to be by myself, sometimes. I mean, I have dancers with me, but… It’s different. It can’t be compared to being with four amazingly talented girls with the same dream. So yeah, it’s hard, because I have to figure out how I’m going to do it alone. We were together for six years non stop, so it’s kinda weird.’

‘Your disbandment came as a huge surprise. Did you guys knew that you were going to disband soon?’

‘Well, 2018 was really a rollercoaster of a years and the after shocks of that, went with us to 2019. We were all kind of struggling with our psychical and mental health. I won’t really go into details for the rest of the girls, but I was hospitalized for two months, because I totally overworked myself. Being in a group is hard work and our record label was really putting a lot of pressure on us and after six years, it can be hard to keep up. So, our last two performances… We didn’t really say that it were the last, but deep down we all pretty much knew, you know?’

‘Right… You are the only one that is continuing in the music industry. How come?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘it’s the only thing I’m good at and I love to do it. I love interacting with fans, being on stage. My new record label is really laid back and they continue to say that we are going at my pace, that my health is the most important and I shouldn’t overwork myself ever, so that really is comforting and I know it’s for the best.’

Graham nods and asks: ‘Did you know that Chris Evans was ready to become a Fairy?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I didn’t.’

‘Tell us, Chris, what was your favorite song and maybe Luna can sing a bit for you.’

I’m going to fucking vomit. Is this truly happening? I bet Gia is watching this right now (or tomorrow, since she is still sick) and she is going to laugh her ass off, just like all the producers and God who knows. I just know.

I carefully look to the side and see Chris Evans smirking. Seeing it in gifs is such an experience, but seeing it in real life… Goodness me.

‘I truly loved ‘You Know, He Did It Too’, especially because it showed how society is really fucked up. It takes two people, but of course only the woman in this story gets the blame, which is not fair.’

‘I’m not going to sing that,’ I say to Graham. ‘Or rap my part.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because…’ I can’t even think of a very good reason to not do it.

‘Come on,’ he coaxes me. ‘When can you say that you rapped in front of Chris Evans? Captain America!’

I sigh, knowing I can’t get out of this.

Remember Bieber, had that fever?

You tiny man, you fucked it up

You should come clean

No need to fake

Your fiancé leave you no matter what

So be a man, suck it up

Take the blame, she ain’t alone.

You little fucker, just spit it out

We do this over and over

Till we fucked up your entire career

‘Damn!’ Graham exclaims. ‘We all watched the news obviously and knew what happened, but you really didn’t hold back with the rap.’

‘Well, funny story,’ I say, ‘originally we wanted the song to be a diss track to society, for only blaming the girl. But then he released a statement, saying that he had nothing to do with it, that she was seducing him and basically that it wasn’t his fault. So that’s when I got mad and changed the entire rap.’

‘Dragging him,’ Chris Evans adds.

I chuckle, feeling all too happy that I can agree with Chris Evans on this. ‘Yeah, dragging him.’

‘I love this,’ Graham says. ‘So, you were just out of high school when you auditioned for X-Factor.’

‘Right,’ I say.

‘You wrote all your raps by yourself. Did you write songs back then?’

I nod. ‘They weren’t any good. I started with really bad poetry and that turned into cringy songs, that were trying to be deep, but it high school cringe. Thanks to the mentors on the X-Factor I was taught about flow and beat and all that good stuff. So I’m really grateful for that.’

Reese says: ‘What always surprised me, was how the raps you wrote matched the songs you girls were performing. But you did that all by yourself, with some help of the mentors?’

I nod. ‘You know, our time being on the X-Factor was hard, but it was so worth it. I feel like my song writing skills have improved over time and I do hope that the album showed my best writing skills and rap skills and sing and dance.’

‘You sure did,’ Graham says. ‘Can you tell us a little about who one of your songs is inspired on?’

I shake my head. ‘My songs aren’t necessarily inspired by anyone or any event really.’ Then I realize that I’m lying. ‘Wait, that is not true. One of my songs was sort of inspired on someone.’

‘I want the details,’ Graham says without skipping a beat, ‘and I want them now. Spill.’

‘Well, Ditch The Boys, Use Your Toys is inspired on someone I had sex with, back in the X-Factor days. We were already going to the next round as Brave Elegance. I had heard some rumors that he was pretty great in bed, causing me to think that if I ever had sex with him, it was going to be mind-blowing, so I had pretty high expectations.’

Graham nods, making it obvious he is really interested in hearing the rest of the story. I look at Reese and Chris, who have amused smiles on their faces.

‘I think we were two minutes into the foreplay, when he… You know… Can I say this on television?’

The host shrugs. ‘I have no idea and I honestly don’t care. I want to know how this story ends, though I might have an idea.’

I chuckle. ‘Well, he penetrates me and I’m like, oh, okay, he really wants to have sex with me. Obviously I was a bit flattered, but I think it took less than thirty seconds before he came already and made really loud and weird noises. And I was confused, because for starters, he came real quick, but I also didn’t understand why so many girls were raving about him. Then, this guy looks me right in the eye and has the audacity to ask me if I enjoyed it as much as he did.’ My eyes widen, while I hold out my hands, as the audience starts to laugh.

‘I really want to know what you said to that,’ Chris Evans says, who seems to enjoy my story a lot.

‘So I stared at him,’ I continue my story. ‘And I said: “Well, if we were trying to be in the Guinness book of World Records for fastest male ejaculation during sexual intercourse, sure, but I wasn’t aware that we were going for a world record”.’

Graham starts to laugh, Reese places her hands on her face to hide her visible gasp and Chris Evans places his hand on his chest while he laughs, a trait that I love with all my heart.

‘But on top of that,’ I go on, ‘he got mad and said that I was an ungrateful bitch for not being happy we had sex.’

Reese scoffs. ‘What an idiot.’

‘So anyways, it was during our X-Factor days, so I got dressed and told him I was going back to my dorm and masturbate, because I obviously couldn’t count on him for some pleasure. Fast forward to two weeks later. We’re waiting for our dance training and the teacher wasn’t there yet and this time around there weren’t camera’s to film anything. So me and some other girls were chatting about orgasms and stuff like that, as one does. Since this said guy was like a few feet away from us and had been telling the other competitors that I was a slut and ungrateful and all, I decided to take my change. I say in a pretty loud voice: “Well, if you want orgasms, you have to skip on sex with… Let’s call him Peter,’—his name was Cole Springs, but I’m not totally heartless and he is doing pretty okay in the country music industry now, so I don’t want to ruin his reputation entirely—‘you have to skip on sex with Peter, because he’ll nut inside of you within thirty seconds. You better ditch that boy and use your toy, because no orgasms for you when having sex with him. So that song was heavily based on someone.’

‘I’m so glad I asked that question,’ Graham says in a giddy voice, causing the rest of the audience and Chris Evans and Reese Witherspoon to laugh as well. ‘I admire you, Luna,’ he adds. ‘You really have the guts to sing about these topics.’

Chris Evans nods. ‘I totally agree.’

‘What is in stores for Luna?’ Graham asks. ‘What can we expect?’

I lean back in the couch. What can they expect? I never thought that far ahead. I was just thinking about promotions for this album. ‘Hopefully a world tour one day,’ I say. ‘I am still working on expanding my back up crew, but I want everyone to feel represented, you know? So, that’s totally what I’m working on and for the rest… I think just more music, more controversies, because it turns out that’s what I do best.’

‘I’m here for it,’ Graham says. ‘Is it hard to sing about certain topics like sex, masturbation and female empowerment?’

I shrug. ‘I feel like someone should do it,’ I admit. ‘I know that people—especially men—have certain opinions about it, but you know… I feel that there is someone out there, that listens songs and feels a bit empowered and that’s all I care about.’

Chris nods. ‘I admire you,’ he says, causing the audience to aww. ‘I bet it can be hard sometimes.’

Are we having a moment right now? I’m lost in his eyes for a few seconds. ‘Sometimes, yeah.’

Graham interrupts this whatever it was by asking if I’m ready to perform.

‘Oh, yeah, totally am.’

‘Please give it up for Luna, who is going to sing a mashup of Inside and Silky Ribbon!’

✘ ✘ ✘

‘You have one new message,’ the robotic voice of the woman says when I want to check my voicemail on my phone. I’m at a pretty chill bar, with a nice bartender who gave me two drinks on the house already, since he liked my album and my appearance on the Graham Norton show.

‘Luna, what the actual fuck?’ Look at that. Cole Springs decided to call me. ‘Do you honestly need to tell that fucking story on television? I already got five texts from people who either ask me if this is about me or simply know it’s about me.’

I click the voicemail away mid sentence, since I really can’t use this right now. I already feel tired and like shit, no need for Cole Springs to make things even worse. ‘Could I have one more please?’ I ask with a pout, as I push my empty glass to the bartender.

‘Sure thing,’ he says. ‘Who was that on your voicemail?’

‘Cole Springs.’

‘The boyband member gone country boy?’

I nod. ‘He wasn’t all too happy I exposed him like that.’

‘That was the Peter in the story?’ The bartender’s laugh fills up the entire bar. ‘This is amazing. He looks like the type of guy that would nut in two seconds.’

I can’t help but laugh, as I feel the vodka already making me feel a bit lightheaded. That feeling however doesn’t stop me from drinking up some more. I stare outside and see that it’s snowing pretty heavily. I’m still wearing the outfit I wore to Graham Norton, but with the thickest coat worn over it. I know that I have to get back to my hotel, but for now I’ll just stall that moment and enjoy it here.

‘How long are you going to stay in London?’ the bartender asks.

‘Dunno, man. Think I’m heading home somewhere tomorrow or the day after that. I honestly don’t know. Normally Gia, my manager would be with me, but she’s sick now.’

The door opens and some guys are yelling something, but I’m too tired to look up. I place my head on my arms, hoping that I can gain some energy to go and hail a cab.

‘Hi there, can I have…’

I look up and see that Chris Evans is standing right next to me, ordering a drink. He looks really handsome, but that is pretty easy, since he is really handsome. Everything he does is simply breathtaking. I bet he has sex every weekend with someone else. I mean, I bet there is a line waiting to have sex with Captain America and I’m somewhere in that line too. ‘Hi,’ I say and he looks up, a smile appearing on his beautiful face when he recognizes me.

‘Hi, Luna, how are you?’

‘Tired and a bit annoyed though.’

‘Oh no.’ He sits on the stool next to me and his knee bumps against mine. ‘Tell me all about it.’

I start to rant about Cole Springs, exposing to Chris as well who the story was about and during that rant, I go on about my past, about the foster care system and how that is bothering me. I rub my face, not caring that my make-up is all smudged over and the alcohol that I just drank is really kicking in now.

‘I think I just have a kink for controversy, you know,’ I say, staring at me empty glass. ‘I love being in the spotlights for everything that is not exactly how it’s supposed to go. When I got arrested at that protest, boy, I liked the attention that got.’

Chris smiles. ‘Well, I hardly think what you do is that controversial. I think you are just a bit ahead of your time.’

‘That is so deep,’ I admit, absolutely in awe by him. ‘Wow, not only are you handsome, but you are pretty much an intellectual as well. You should consider writing. Bet it would be a bestseller.’

‘I think,’ Chris laughs, pulling the drink from my hands, ‘you’ve had enough to drink.’

‘No,’ I whine, but Chris gets out of his chair. ‘I’m boring you, aren’t I?’

‘Not at all, but I think you need to get back to your hotel,’ Chris says. ‘Hearing from your stories, you have to catch a flight tomorrow and I bet you don’t want to be completely hungover then.’

‘I was already hungover this morning,’ I say, sliding off the barstool. Chris holds up my coat and helps me to put it on. ‘I could use a cigarette, you know.’

‘I bet you do.’

I wrap my arm around his broad shoulders and with my other hand, I hold his face. I place my thumb on one cheek and the rest of my fingers on his other cheek. ‘You have such a beautiful face, that you could just lick and not regret it,’ I admit. ‘Has anyone told you that?’

He starts to chuckle. ‘Not with those exact words.’

‘Well,’ I continue, ‘have you ever read fan fiction about yourself?’ I don’t give him time to answer that question, as we walk out of the bar into the cold, Chris’ arm wrapped tightly around my waist. ‘I have,’ I say, ‘especially the real dirty ones. According to those stories, you know exactly how to please a woman. I bet you are really good in bed, a whole lot better than sweet Cole Springs. I bet you can last for hours.’

‘I sure hope so,’ he laughs.

‘Tell me, do you have sex with a new woman every other week? Because I was wondering that and personally, I’m gravitating towards yes, because honestly I think you are a walking sex machine.’

Chris holds out his hand to hail a cab and says: ‘No, I don’t actually. I barely have sex nowadays.’

‘Shut up!’ I yell. ‘No, no, no, that can’t be true.’ I wiggle myself out of his embrace and crouch down on the sidewalk. My fingers touch the snow, a cold sensation that makes me shiver. ‘What happened to the world that you, Chris Captain America Evans, barely has sex nowadays. If you don’t have sex, what is the rest of the world doing? Oh my, you poor thing.’

‘It’s really not that big of a deal, Luna,’ Chris laughs. He holds out his hands and says: ‘Come on, we need to get into the cab.’

‘You hailed a cab?’ I take ahold of his warm hands and jump up. ‘That is so cool. You are so talented.’

He helps me into the cab and I want to pull him on my lap, so he can sit comfortably there, but weirdly enough, he insists on walking around the cab and sitting next to me. ‘So, can you tell me where your hotel is?’

‘I don’t remember,’ I admit. ‘I barely remember anything that happened today. I was pretty hungover when I arrived here.’ I let myself fall to the side, placing my head on his legs. ‘Mister Evans, have you been working out?’ I squeeze his tight muscles in his thighs, admiring what’s in between my fingers. ‘Damn, I bet chicks love to ride your thighs.’

He burst out in laughter. ‘How much did you have to drink?’ he asks.

‘Just a few shots,’ I admit. ‘But I don’t really handle alcohol that great, to be honest. I’m wasted like that.’ I attempt to snap my fingers, but I fail miserably. My hands look for his and when I finally have one in my hand, I admire his beautifully shaped fingers. ‘You have lovely hands. You have spanked a girl’s ass with these? Or anyone’s ass for that matter’

He starts to laugh. ‘You are unbelievable,’ he says.

‘I’ve never been spanked,’ I confess. ‘I’d love that though. You know, I sing about sex a lot, but to be honest, I haven’t had proper sex in like a year. I mean, my toys do miracles, just like my hands and all. But I just want to have hot and heavy sex.’ I look up and hold out my hand, to touch his beautiful face. His beard pricks against my skin, but I’m not complaining at all.

In the background I hear Chris say something to me, but I close my eyes and fall asleep.

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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O And Them Are Finding A Lost Pet On The Street - Maknae Line

Hyunjin: Some random character died on the screen, but honestly, you couldn't care any less. The only thing that mattered to you was the boy, who you were cuddled up with on the sofa.

Hyunjin had got back from tour only a few days ago, and you just simply couldn't get enough of him. Fair to be said, it was the same with the rapper as well. The little dance machine had missed you just as damn much as you'd missed him, and he also had a whole ass list of things he wanted to do with you, since they'd got two weeks off.

He'd told you that writing down places he wanted to take you to, or things he would've loved to experience with you had helped him a lot during the time he'd been away from the one he loved so dearly.

And when he'd named them you'd immediately said yes to everything. But only under one condition. "He has to spend the first few days sleeping, eating, chilling and relaxing."

- But Jagi. I want to create new memories with you! - he'd whined but soon enough you'd assured him that spending time at home, doing nothing could be just as memorable as going out.

You hadn't known what had been the thing that'd convinced him in the end. Maybe the unbearable exhaustion he'd felt, or that you'd told him that after a twelve hour sleep he'd could come over at your place, but he'd said yes.

And now here he was, holding you close to his chest, enjoying the way you were playing with his raven locks, the dark circles under his eyes had almost completely faded.

And then the bell rang.

- It must be the pizza. - he sighed a little, not wanting to leave the comfort of your embrace, as he tried to sit up eventually.

- Don't! - was all you said as you gently, but firmly pushed him back on the sofa. - I'll go.

- But... - you lovingly rolled your eyes while standing up. He was always a gentleman. Especially when it came to treating you. (Except the days he decided to be a goofball of course.)

- Hyunjinnie. We've been in a relationship for two years now. I don't mind getting the food. - a sweet smile lighted up on his angelic face, and he nodded, leaving it up to you. - Beside the fact that this relationship between us should be equal. So you could really be the one this time, who...you know...stays. - you winked, making your tone of voice heavier on the last word. His laugh filled the room as you walked away.

Now that the word of lunch had got mentioned, the boyfriend of yours started to feel how hungry he really was. He hadn't even noticed until this time, but damn was he starving. He'd forgotten to eat in the morning due to how in a hurry he had been to your house, which - of course - he hadn't told you. But now he was eager to stuff his mouth with food.

So disappointment was a totally understandable reaction from him when you returned with a relatively small box in your hands, and a very confused expression on your face.

- It doesn't look like pizza. - he said pouting, looking out of the way of a pillow. But when he registered the upset expression on your face, he sat up on an instant. - Y/N...? Is everything alright? - he asked. And the worry in his voice and eyes couldn't have been more obvious.

- Well...it doesn't look like a pizza, because it's not one. - you sighed, taking a few steps forward. - And no. Nothing's alright. - your voice trembled. - Because... - and instead of finishing your sentence, you lifted the top of the box up. And before your boyfriend could ask anything, a small, fluffy head had peeked out of the carton, with two, brown and white ears, both of them down.

- It's a... - Hyunjin visibly choked on his own spit.

- A bunny. - you nodded, angry tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, and you closed the space between you and the boy, sitting down next to him. - I found this box on the door mat. Someone left him there. - you sniffled, trying to fight against the salty drops that were threatening to fall.

- Him? - the rapper couldn't help, but chuckle. You were beyond adorable with that ball of cuteness in your lap.

- It looks like a 'him' to me. - you shrugged a little. - Doesn't it to you? - you asked, finally lifting the furry creature out of the box completely. You held the bunny under his legs on the front, the ones on the back were hanging in the air, brown palms facing with the boy. The pet's tiny nose was moving up and down frantically, and he stared innocently at the sight in front of him with his black, shiny eyes.

- Nooo. - Hyunjin cooed as he took the bunny from you carefully. - I think it's a girl. She's definitely just as pretty as you. - You blushed from neck to ear, as you watched your boyfriend starting to play with the new family member in his lap.

- What kind of living creature has the heart to throw away a cuteness like him? Or her? - you shook your head in disbelief and in anger.

- I don't even want to know. - he said, turning his attention back to his new buddy. - She's soo tiny, Jagi! And soo fluffy! I'm scared that I'll break her.

- I don't think you will. You're always so mindful. - you smiled, looking back in the box. And your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

- Who is so butiful? Who? - the rapper poked the rabbit's head. - Yes. You are. You are a...

- Hyunjin! - your voice was sharper than you'd wanted it to be, but you couldn't help it. You were gob-smacked. The boy looked at you with a questioning look. - I found a letter. - you said with concern in your eyes, lifting up the piece of folded paper.

- What does it say? - Hyunjin frowned and you opened the paper properly.

- "To Hyunjin and Y/N,

my favourite couple on this Earth." ?!?! - you almost screamed the last part. You couldn't see it but you knew that the boy's eyes widened as well. The relationship of you two hadn't been official yet. So what the hell was happening?

- "Dear Y/N!" - you continued. - "Stays are really thankful for you, making our Hyunjin happy! Please take care of each other well!

Love,

From a fan" - before you read the last word out loud, your boyfriend had already placed the bunny in your lap, and opened his laptop. You pet the little animal out of pure instinct, but you didn't focus on anything else but on Hyunjin's tensed up form. Silence and the sound of the dancer's wild typing filled the room, but the words of the letter still rang in your ears. "...my favourite couple on this Earth". Did this mean they knew? Probably. Which meant that you're fucked.

- Fuck. - your eyes snapped back to the boy next to you. You didn't have to look on the screen. Hyunjin's pale face, and his lips that were pressed against each other were more than enough for you to know that it was not just a sick joke from one of the members, or something.

- What picture? - you sighed, voice uneven, eyes glistening with tears again. Your deal with JYP was that you keep your relationship hidden from the public. And even though you and Hyunjin had talked about convincing the head of the company to decide otherwise it had not been supposed to turn out like this.

- It was taken at the airport. - he answered, biting on his plump lower lip, making it redder than usual.

- But we can be just...

- We're kissing, Jagi. - you closed your eyes in horror. This couldn't be happening.

- I mean... - you tried to think about some solution desperately. - Friends kiss sometimes...

- I'm literally grabbing your ass. - the boy laughed but you couldn't found the joy in the sound this time. You shook your head again, trying to clear your thoughts.

- Okay...go to your phone! I take a look at this. - you switched places with him, with the bunny on your knees and you looked at the computer.

There it was, the picture filled the screen. The photo was blurry a little bit, but it was still pretty obvious who were in it.

"Well...at least we're looking cute." The bittersweet thought ran through your mind as you kept looking up on twitter, facebook, and instagram. You didn't get calmed down by what you found there.

- Oh my God...The internet has blown up. - you said shocked, and the same laugh filled your ears from before. - No, I mean we're everywhere. Like...everywhere.

- So that's why Park Nim's called me...seventy-one times. - your boyfriend muttered.

- WHAT?

- And why Chan's texted me on every single existing platform.

- What is he saying? - you asked, massaging your temples painfully. You didn't know whether you should laugh or cry.

- That he's by my side through it all. - the dancer answered softly.

- You got the best fucking leader you could've ever wished for. - you grinned, truly happily this time. Chris was like a glue. He kept everyone and everything together. And you really hoped that he had someone in his life who did the same with him. Because he fucking deserved it.

- However, Minho's just recommended that we should change identity and run. - you laughed with him, and it seemed like his mood got lifted up a little bit. - Maybe this situation is not even that bad. - he pulled the optimist out of himself and you raised an eyebrow. - Worse happen all the time. We can get through this, Y/N. I promise.

- I know. - you smiled reaching for his hand and get it in your own. The pet in your lap squirmed.

- Look. We even got a bunny from them. - he said all cheered up, and you shook your head, still smiling.

- And they know where I live.

- That's it. - he shouted after his face'd gone pale for a minute. - We're moving together!

(If I suffer you guys are suffering with me!!)

Jisung:

- THERE'S A RAT IN OUR HOUSE! THERE'S A RAT IN OUR HOUSEEEEEEEEE! - in any other situation, the fact that your boyfriend referred to your apartment as the home of yours and his as well, would've filled your heart with warmth and joy. But in this case, his tone of voice which he'd shouted the statement with, was so loud and panicked that you almost fell down from your chair due to a heart attack.

- Y/N!!!!!!!! - he yelled again, his voice filled with fear, and your brain hadn't even got a chance to process the meaning of his words before you ran.

- WHAT'S WRONG? - you bursted into your bedroom, ready to fight against all evil in this Earth that'd been brave enough to attack your boyfriend.

One of your hands grabbed the doorframe, the other still on the doorknob, your whole body was tensed, and even though the distance between your bedroom and the kitchen wasn't too big, you were still gasping for air.

On the other hand, Jisung was standing on your bed, his back against the wall, trying to get as far from whatever had scared him as possible. His face was pale, he was slightly sweating, and his eyes were glued to the carpet.

- It's a ra...r...ra... - he pointed forward, not being able to finish the sentence. You frowned, remembering the scream that had scared your soul out of your body for a brief moment. And you got really confused at this point, because his words couldn't be true. Not that he'd lied or something. It was just simply impossible.

- Are you sure that it wasn't only a bug or something? - you asked carefully, stepping into the room. You didn't really know how could someone mistake an insect for a rodent, but your boyfriend got easily scared by shadows too, so you wouldn't have been that surprised if that had been the case.

- NO, IT'S A RAT JAGI, I SWEAR! - he shouted again almost hysterically, and you sighed, as you stepped in front of him, looking up at his trembling form.

- Jisung...we live in the middle of Seoul. - you made your pretty logical point. - It couldn't be a...

- IT'S THERE!!! - the rapper screamed and you looked down at your feet which a dark...well...something ran through in a split of seconds.

- What the FUCK?! - it was you who yelled now, and you put pumas in shame when you jumped up on your bed as well. Your thoughts were chasing each other in your brain as you tried to made sense of the scene that you'd just seen.

- SEE?! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT IT WAS A...

- Hush! - you snapped a little, making your boyfriend's shouting came to a halt. You were not mad at him, or anything, but your head started to seriously hurt from the loud noises he kept making, not to talk about the fact that it seemed like there was a pest in your house. - I have an idea. - you whispered as you slowly walked to the other side of the bed, trying to find the thing you were looking for.

Jisung watched as you grabbed a blanket in one of your hands, not completely understanding what you were doing, but it soon enough made sense in his mind, when you took a few pieces of grape from your bedside-table as well.

- Oh... - was all he said.

- I'm going to need your help, okay? - you whispered to him in a serious tone. You weren't sure if rats could understand humans or not, but you didn't want to risk it. - When I drop the blanket on whatever animal this is, we both jump, and press this - you waved your hand that held the material - to the ground.

The boy gulped, but nodded, trying to trust in your plan.

- 3, 2, 1... - you threw the fruits on the carpet, and you both leaned forward, not wanting to miss anything.

You didn't have to wait for long. The dark, furry figure rushed out of a corner, and started to nibble on a grape peacefully, and before your eyes could've registered what it was seeing, you'd already dropped the blanket on the poor thing, and jumped after it, your boyfriend following you.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

The little animal's sharp cries rang through the room as it started running back and forth under the material which you kneeled onto, while Jisung was on his fourth, trying to hold down the fabric.

And when it got particularly close to you, you jumped forward and grabbed the little body firmly, but trying not to hurt it at the same time.

The furball's cries got even louder if it was possible - you were sure that you got a migraine at this point - and it was squirming frantically under your touch. But even though your heart was beating as fast as it could, you didn't let go. You waited patiently, and it was not for nothing. A few minutes later silence filled the room, and the little pet stopped all of its movements. Only its chest was rising and falling continuously.

- I got it. I...I got it. - you sighed in relief, and the same feeling rushed through your boyfriend when he heard your words.

- Good job, Jagi! - he grinned, still panting, and you gave him a wide smile, as you sat back on your heels.

- Let's take a look at you, 'kay? - you said as you lifted up the animal with the blanket, and you turned it around in your grasp, so now it was facing you, looking like a little, pink dementor, thanks to the blanket that was covering its whole body. You leaned down so you could peek under the fabric, and what you saw under it, made you laugh so hard, that you almost dropped the little thing.

Han looked at you with very confused eyes, but it'd taken minutes before he got an answer since you couldn't stop laughing.

- Jisungie. - he raised an eyebrow, and you chuckled again. - We're so stupid! It's not a rat. - and you turned the fluff in your hands around again, trying to pull back the material on its head, so your boyfriend could see it as well. - It's a guinea pig! - you said cheerfully, as you showed up the dappled, trembling little creature.

And as the pet fear-filled eyes met Han's disbelieving gaze, he started laughing as well.

- Don't tell me we freaked out over a guinea pig! - he laughed, holding his stomach which was probably in pain by now. - Where did it even come from? - he asked hardly believing to the sight in front of him.

- I have no idea. But I guess we'll keep it...? - you smiled at your boyfriend shyly, half saying, half asking your statement. And the boy got overly excited in the minute the words left your mouth.

- It's gonna be our first shared pet!

- I think we could name it Rat. - and you bursted into laughter again.

Felix:

It was mid-summer. And you didn't have an air-conditioner.

Conclusion: It was freaking hot. Like...not just medium hot. The air was literally BOILING in your apartment, making it almost impossible to stay inside. You almost felt as if your skin was peeling off of you. The cold showers only helped for a little bit of time, you were sweating, and you were sure that you didn't own the best smell in South-Korea.

And your situation didn't get solved by deodorants. After you'd sprayed almost a whole bottle of them on yourself, you started to smell like flower. Like...a rottening flower. It was terrible. All you wanted to do was eating ice-cream in a pool, filled with cold water, probably naked.

But you were way too broke for spending your money on ice-cream, since yesterday your uterus had been bleeding like crazy so couldn’t get in any pool, and you couldn't even get naked because the sweetest boyfriend of boyfriends, Felix, was at your place now, wearing only a boxer. Oh how you hated men sometimes. After all this, no one had been able to blame you for opening the windows. You needed some fresh air. Even if it was hot.

- I'll get something to drink for us, okay? - the boy who had been scrolling through your album which you collected your concert tickets and photos in, now jumped up, ready to go with you.

- I'll help. - he yelled, jokingly, holding up his hand as if he was applying for something. You shook your head in awe as you stepped closer to the freckled boy.

- That's very sweet of you, Lixie, and I appreciate it, but it's only two glasses of water. I can handle it. - you smiled sweetly, trying to hold back a grin when you noticed how the nickname had affected him. You could literally see his heart flutter through his eyes. - I'll be right back. - and you leaned closer, pressing a quick peck on his pouting lips, leaving him all red and hot.

You ran off to the kitchen, still smiling and as you opened the fridge you couldn't help but to think about the fact how this boy could light up your extremely crappy mood, by only existing. He was like he ate the sunshine. He went somewhere and that placed instantly brightened up, and got alive. He was special. He could paint everything in color, by just looking at it with those warm, deep brown eyes of his. Even the darkest places and situations were filled with laughter, joy and fun with this boy. And you couldn't feel luckier for being able to call him yours.

This was the exact thought that settled in your mind when you poured some water in a glass. And this was the exact thought that couldn't be continued, because of a surprisingly high pitched scream that came from a boy with a surprisingly low voice.

- OH MY GOSH! JAGI! - you flinched so hard, you almost hit your elbow in the corner of the desk. And even though somehow you'd managed to prevent this, you still dropped the glass, that broke into thousands of pieces when it met the floor. - HEEEELP!!!! HEEEEEELP!!! - loud rambles, and weird thumps came from the living room harmonizing with the yells, and you didn't even think, you just ran. And you almost made contact with the ground as well, when arriving in the doorframe of the room you had to back off due to a rainbowish, flying creature that was way too big to be a bug.

- WHAT THE FREAKIN'... - you yelled too, literally breaking your neck, as you turned your head towards the animal, which flew over your shoulder, aiming one of your rooms.

- JAGI!

- FELIX, WHAT THE HELL?! - you turned your head back, meeting the boy's widened eyes, who was now standing only a few inches from you. He seemed just as frightened as you were. - What on Earth is that? - you tried lowering your voice, not wanting to make your significant other deaf.

- A parrot. - he answered, biting on his lower lip.

- A WHAT?! - nope. You were yelling again. There was a tropical bird in your house after all.

- I'm...I...I'm sorry... - your boyfriend struggled with the words. You furrowed your eyebrows together. What was he sorry for? - It just flew through the window...I...I couldn't prevent that...It was a parrot...and soo big...but mostly a parrot...I've got so surprised I...

- Felix! - you said a bit harshly, making the boy's rambling stop. - Hey, it's okay. I don't blame you. - your tone softened and you chuckled. - No one would have been able to do anything. It's a mother effin parrot after all. - you saw your boyfriend's body relax a little. God, he could be so harsh on himself sometimes.

- What should we do now? - Felix asked when you both heard some flapping from the bathroom. And then glass breaking. - Was it your aunt's vase?

- It was ugly anyway. - you shrugged it off. - But I don't want this bird to poop on my furniture. - you added much more annoyed. - I think I have a butterfly-net somewhere. - the rapper raised an eyebrow but only nodded.

- I'll grab the broom.

The only thing your neighbor from the front house wanted was to sprinkle her plants on the balcony. She didn't expect to hear sounds that were most familiar with explosions. She didn't expect sentences like "COME HERE, YOU FEATHER DUSTER!", "DON'T YOU DARE TO SHIT ON Y/N'S SOFA!" and "I'LL MAKE A WAR BONNET OUT OF YOU IF YOU BREAK SOMETHING ELSE!" catch her attention. And she definitely didn't expect to witness a basically naked boy jumping across a table with a broom in his hand, nor a girl making weird dance moves using a butterfly-net, nor a parrot flying on an aquarium.

But here she was. Fair to be said, you didn't expect your day to come to this either, when you planned this date.

- I GOT IT! OH MY GOD, I GOT I...- your voice cracked. - Jeez, I really need some water. - you murmured to yourself, silently praying that the still crazily flapping bird was not going to escape from the net. Luckily your hero happened to be in near, so as soon as he'd heard your shout he'd got there. And he ran into the room. And he dropped his weapon. And he jumped. To be honest he'd never reminded you more of a cat.

- Okay. Okay. It's okay, buddy. Calm down. - he panted, holding the parrot firmly, pressing it against his bare chest. The bird was squirming frantically in his grasp, scratching and pinching the skin, but Felix didn't let go. And in a few minutes the animal calmed down, and so you both did.

- Oh Lord... - you sighed, as you peeled the net off of the pet. Your apartment looked like a war scene, you were sweating, and still gasping for air, not to talk about your boyfriend, who even gave his blood to this mission. Literally. - Go to the kitchen. - you spoke eventually. - We need to take care of your wounds. - you pointed to the scars that were not too deep, but long, and probably painful. - I have to disinfect them.

- What about our little friend? - he questioned, looking down at the - now - frozen bird.

- Just hold it there, please. - you massaged your forehead, trying to find out some kind of solution. - After we cleared you up, we’ll take it to the vet. And then buy it a cage, or something. - Felix nodded in agreement, but the pet clearly had other things in mind because it turned its head towards you, and then said:

- Don't want vet. This chest good. - both of your eyes widened, but you were the one who started to laugh.

- I was not the one who said that. - you held your hands in the air, making your way into the kitchen, laughing uncontrollably .

Seungmin:

- STOP! For the love of God, STOP IT ALREADY! - both the man who you were yelling at, and your boyfriend whose hold you'd just ripped your hand out of looked at you pretty much frightened as you started to run, gesticulating heavily. Did you care? No. Not really. You were too busy trying to stop the person in front of you from what he was about to do.

- Miss, you can't... - the man tried. He really did. It was mid-autumn, chilly, windy weather, with trees, some of them standing tall in their orange, red and brown gowns, some of them naked already. Dry, golden leaves were everywhere, but mostly positioned in little heaps in the park.

In the park you'd been walking with your significant other only minutes ago, when you'd noticed the employee stepping towards a really familiar pile of leaves, with a huge vacuum in his hand.

That was the moment you'd got into action.

- THAT'S SOMEONE'S HOME! - your shouting was unnecessary since you'd already reached the man who now flinched back at the volume of your voice. But you wanted to make yourself clear. Gosh, you really couldn't get human beings sometimes. How could they destroy, and step on every piece of nature, so carelessly, without a second thought?

You couldn't see the confused look the man exchanged with the singer as you fell on your knees in front of the - actually pretty big - heap, carefully diving in it with your hands. But you heard the vacuum stopping its buzzing noise and you relaxed a little.

You didn't bother to clarify your actions any further, you just kept fumbling between the leaves, trying to find what you were looking for. And soon enough you heard a thump close to you.

You lifted your head out of instinct, only to see Seungmin on the other side of the pile, both hands buried in it, smiling up at you from his croutching position. You guys probably looked crazy to the people around you, scuba-diving in fallen leaves like a mad-man but neither of you cared.

You specifically just wanted to jump on him, engulfing him in a bone crashing hug, but you only grinned back at him, putting the embrace on the 'To Do List' of your mind. However your gaze was still filled with gratitude towards him.

There were not many people in your life who cared not only about you, but about the things that were important to you as well. And there were doubtlessly no other person who could understand you as well, and as fast as he did. You couldn't even put it into words how thankful you were to have him in your life.

A sharp pain was the thing that pulled your thoughts back to the present. You yelped, more surprised than hurt, but in the next second you reached forward again, and ignoring the stinging in your palms you grabbed the animal you'd finally found.

You leaned back, sitting on your heels, and lifting out the squirming creature from its home, slowly and gently.

The hedgehog made a weird noise as if it was complaining for waking it up from its sleep, and you smiled a little, even though with gritted teeth as you started to be more and more aware of the pain in your hands that the animal's spines caused you.

- Here, Jagi. - your boyfriend's voice was soft and caring, as he offered you his sweater to put your new little friend in. You gave him a questioning look, knowing very well how much he liked that clothe but he just furrowed his brows, pouting a little. - You’re bleeding, Darling. My sweater should be the last of your problems. - he was right. Fresh, light red blood started to make its way through your fingers in thin streams, and even though you still felt guilty a little, for probably ruining the hoodie, you still put the hedgehog in it, Seungmin wrapping it up like it was a baby.

- We're taking it to the vet. - the boy spoke up. - I'm sure they can sterilize your wounds too. - you looked at your hands. None of your injures seemed to be deep, nor serious, but you had to admit the fact that it was a wild animal that'd injured you and small cuts could get infected easily. So you agreed with a nod, starting to walk away from the messed up pile.

- Next time, make sure you at least kick in it. - you said, as you both crossed the man who'd intended to get rid of the leaves. - Sometimes whole families live in there. - no one could doubt that, that day you taught important lessons.

Jeongin:

- Oh in the name of the Lord...! - you hissed, basically tumbling out of the shower, eyes closed, one hand covering them, your body soaking wet all over, the shower still running behind you, since you'd been too lazy to turn it off.

You're phone hadn't stopped ringing for the past few minutes, and even though you'd greatly hoped that however had harassed you during your relaxation time would've stopped calling you, they hadn't and the sharp noise had started to really get on your nerves.

So now you were looking for the mobile, trying to find it with your hands, still blindly and naked.

- It better be important. - you'd groaned in the minute you felt the buzzing machine against your hand before you picked up the phone.

- What? - you asked annoyed, not even caring about who was on the other end of the line. But when the person answered back, you froze, fear running its hands up on your nerves.

- Noona! - Jeongin's voice was somewhat shaky and uncertain as if he was not completely sure if it was a good idea to call you or not. However in the minute you heard that word leaving his mouth you opened your eyes wide, and instantly regretted it, since your shampoo that was still in your hair had gotten into it.

- Auch... - you moaned in pain, absolutely sure that you'd just got blind for real this time, as you tried to find a towel with your other hand. I.N only called you Noona when something really bad or serious happened.

- Noona, are you okay? - now he was worried too. You wanted to slap yourself for scaring him but you decided that the pain in your eyes was more than enough punishment.

- Yeah, I'm fine, just... - you mumbled, tapping the shampoo out of your eyes with the corner of your gown, not finding the towel earlier. - What's wrong? - you asked and silence filled the room for a brief moment.

- I really need your help. - his voice was panicked and you really started to get afraid of what he was about to say.

- Okay, I'm listening. - you assured him, and he sighed.

- So someone broke into the building...

- WHAT?! - you yelled out of instinct and absolutely terrified. Did you hear it well? Someone broke into the Entertainment? - WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE BROKE INTO THE...oh God...Is everyone okay? Are you hurt? Is anyone hurt? Is...

- Y/N. - he said in a soft but firm tone, and you immediately stopped in your rambling. However your heart still wanted to jump out of your ribcage. - Just...let me finish, okay? - he asked obviously tired and you felt a little ashamed of yourself. You really should've let him to tell you everything. But you couldn't stop the fear from spreading out in your body. How could you?

You hummed in response and your boyfriend continued.

- So someone broke into the building, and left a hamster in JYP's room...

- A WHA... - but you hadn't even finished the question before putting a hand over your mouth. - Sorry...

- So someone left there a box, with a hamster in it. And it got out. And it destroyed everything, Y/N. Like...everything. - the maknae's voice trembled again in the middle of his speech. - He tried to eat the furniture, pooped on the keyboard - you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle here, as you imagined the small pieces of hamster poop being on the boss' laptop - He chewed the papers - the most important ones obviously... - oh how you loved that sarcasm coming through. - Everything is a mess.

- Well I can imagine that. - you grimmased, the pictures of a destroyed office appearing in your mind.

- And I don't dare to imagine what would happen with this little guy, if JYP found him here when he arrives... - you couldn't see him but you knew he bit down on his bottom lip before finishing the sentence. Damn was he stressed out.

- And he finds out what happened with his many milliard quality room? - you asked and he finally laughed a little which made you smile too.

- Well...yeah...

- Where's the hamster? - you asked, wanting to know every detail but you didn't expect the answer you got.

- It's in the box now. Which is also in my hand. - Jeongin muttered embarrassed. - And I'm kind of hiding behind a vending machine with Hyunjin-hyung.

- Hi, Y/N.- you then heard the rapper whispering. Even though his voice was quite you could easily recognise the nervousness in his tone.

- Hi, Jinnie. - you answered, trying to sound as calm and as collected as possible, in hopes of simmering them down somewhat. - I'm coming over, okay? - you asked, adressing your words to the maknae this time.

- Would you?

- Of course I would, baby! - you didn't even know why he was so surprised. He should've known very well by now that you could do everything for him. - I'll be there as fast as possible. Just keep hiding behind that vending machine! - you gave the instructions, and after the youngest had asked you to hurry, you hung up the phone.

Instead of getting back in the shower, you just leaned under the running water to wash the left over shampoo out of your hair, but you didn't dry it after you'd finished and closed the tap.

You just quickly pulled on some clothes - a shirt, and a pair of jeans - not bothering to find your underwear, or messing with your bra. It would have been too much of a time.

You just grabbed your key and your phone, an you stormed out of the house.

Luckily your apartment was only minutes away from the JYP building, so you got there within a few seconds by running.

You received a whole lot of weird look, as you made it through the security system - the system which had failed to prevent a hamster from getting in and destroying the boss' room -, an entered the hall. You ran up the stairs, checking behind every vending machine, until you managed to find your boyfriend, and one of your best friends, standing behind one of them, on their tip-toes, clinging to each other in the tiny, dark, and probably dusty place, one of them holding a carton box.

- Hi. - you whispered, and Jeongin's head snapped in the direction of yours, just to be welcomed with a kiss on his lips. His whole face flushed, and under any other circumstances you would have already made a joke out of his shyness. - I got this. - you assured him, as you took the box out of his hands, and stepped back. - Now come out of there, because you guys are hiding from PDnim waaaay too obviously. - the two boys crawled out behind of the machine, on uneven feet, one after the other. Their faces were pale, and they looked a little bit shaken up, but otherwise they seemed to be fine.

- Awh man. - Hyunjin whined, both of his eyes became a straight line, as he tried to protect them from the sharp light of the lamps above you. - I thought we would never come out of there. - he went on, combing out his locks with his fingers. - Dust got into my hair.

- And you're smelly! - Jeongin talked back intensly, but you couldn't listen, since an approaching figure stole your eyes.

- It's not my fault that we got interrupted in the middle of dance class!

- Well if only you weren't be a drama que... - they couldn't carry on with the fight, due to you, interrupting them.

- Just smile, and wave boys. Act normal. We're normal. - you whispered through gritted teeth, and that was when they finally looked up, their gaze meeting JYP's.

- Hi there. - the head of the company smiled, and you were quick to greet him with a bow, and a 'Hello'. - What ya doing here?

- I just came to meet up with the guys for a few minutes. - you answered politely while you kept trying to convince your brain that this lie was totally believable. Why wouldn't have you done that, right? You loved spending time with the boys. - What about you, sir?

- Just heading off to my office. I've got some work to finish. - you desperately wanted to finish this unplaesent conversation, and escape the little animal, and also yourself from the stares of the man. - Anyway. What ya got there?

- Just some home made food I brought to the boys. - you answered quickly - too quickly - looking down at the box, then back the person in front of you whose eyes started to form a thin line, brows getting in the middle of his forehead. - But they've finished it already.

- And why is your hair wet?

- And why aren't you wearing a bra? - Hyunjin whispered under his breath, from behind some strands of hair of yours, and you shut your eyes tight for a moment, not sure whether your dripping locks, or your - thanks to the air-conditioning, now stiffened - nipples you should be more embarrassed about. You could bet your ass off that Jeongin had turned into a tomato by now.

- Ehhehhehe... - you faked laughed on a lot more high-pitched tone than usual. - I got some sauce in it by accident, and when I tried to wash it out, I somehow got all of my hair wet. - you muttered, praying to whatever power controlled this world to help you out of your situation. You were terrible at lying. - It would be the best for me if I went home now, and dried it. - you added, and fortunately Park Jinyoung didn't disagree.

- That's right, that's right. You really should do that. - the man said, but it looked like he'd already got lost in his thoughts. - However, I must go now. It's been great to talk to you. - and he started to walk to the stairs. - Keep up the good work, boys! - he waved back.

- Yes, PD-nim! - All of you bowed and said by to him, your hearts beating like crazy. And as soon as the man disappeared from your eye-sights the two boys turned to you whisper-shouting a 'run' command.

They didn't have to tell you twice. You sprinted down to the hall, and out of the building, an it was only in the middle of the street a few meters away from the company that you stopped, sweating, but laughing out, relieved.

- I made it. We made it! - you laughed, peeking inside the box, just to see a tiny little, brown furred hamster looking back at you. You smiled at the pet, and then started to walk away, closing the box, when a threatening, thunder-like roar made you and the other people on the street stop all of their movements.

- WHO PUT SHIT ON MY KEYBOARD?!

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Lesbian Liaison

Candace had just ordered us two more shots of Patron. This was going to make my third shot since we arrived at Club Lush; less than an hour ago. It didn’t take much for me to feel my liquor, I guess you could say I was something like a light weight. The bartender came back over to us finally, setting up our shot glasses and filling them up to the rim, sliding them closer to us. Both Candace and I grabbed our shot glasses, clinking them together and putting them to our lips as we both tossed our heads back, downing them. That shot seemed to go down a lot smoother than the two prior to it; my throat was becoming numb from the alcohol now. Candace looked over to me, smirking and moving in closer to me; slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me into her.

“Is my baby drunk yet or what?” She whispered into my ear softly, pecking my earlobe. I giggled, imitating with my fingertips the little bit of drunk that I felt I was. “Maybe a little.” She kissed the side of my neck and pulled away to examine me for herself. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and when I come back, we’re gonna fix that. Tonight, you and me are letting loose. I’m talking completely,” she leaned back into my ear, “uninhibited, filthy fuckin’ sex.” I smirked at her plans, letting my hands slide down her toned and endearing body, grabbing her ass playfully. Kissing her cheek softly, I whispered back to her. “Mmm. Well in that case baby, I’m drunk right now. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Candace laughed into my ear lightly, tickling her fingers up my spine. “No, I don’t think you understand. But you will.” She pecked my lips quickly and told me she’d be right back. Pulling away from her, I watched her walk off as I leaned my back up against the bar. I surveyed the club quickly before I spotted him. This wasn’t my first, second or third time meeting him. I must admit he was sexy and so damn tempting; but like I always reminded him when we encountered, I was in a relationship. I just never said the words: I’m a lesbian. I saw him fast approaching with a smile across his lips, his dimples piercing his cheeks. “So we meet again, do we? You know, I’m really flattered that you like to appear wherever I am.” He greeted me in the cockiest manner. As much of a turn off as that may have been for most women, it was something so tantalizing and intriguing about it to me. I bit my bottom lip abruptly before replying back to him, with something just as slick. “Seeing as how I was here first, I’d like to think it’s undeniably the other way around, Mr. Brown.” “Oh, so you remember my name, eh?” He flashed his pearly whites to me once again. “I remember a lot. What about you?” I asked smugly. He stepped over to the bar, motioning the bartender over to him. Before the bartender made his way over, he leaned into my ear innocently and whispered, “I remember how bad you wanted me to explore and discover how many licks it took before I had your legs shaking.” Just like that, he moved away from my ear, leaving me appalled and speechless. I wondered was I that obvious to read, because if I was, I needed to cover all my bases before my girlfriend came back and read the same on me. Ordering his drink, he still stood inches away from my body, I think he did it on purpose; stood too close for comfort next to me. He liked to watch me squirm, but I imagine more than that, he’d like one night to show me ‘what my man couldn’t do for me.’ If only he knew. I spotted Candace walking back over to where we were now. Chris was drinking his drink as he made light conversation with me, behaving for the most part for now. Candace stopped right in front of me and grabbed my face in her hands, meeting her lips with mine. We embraced in a full on makeout session, our tongues tangled up in one anothers, one of those kisses that if we were in the privacy of our home; I would have no doubt in my mind what was to follow. I pulled away from her reluctantly and turned to Chris, “Baby, this is Chris.” I half assed introduced them. “Chris, this is my girlfriend Candace.” His eyes said everything as he cleared his throat, reaching out for her hand and bringing it up to lips, planting a soft kiss on the top of it. “So you’re the lucky woman. Wow. Never would have guessed. But on the contrary, this could make for a very interesting night.” Candace pulled her hand away from his grip, chuckling at his obvious advances. “Sorry, I don’t know what lesbians you’re into, but you haven’t found them here.” Chris smiled, shaking his head. “That’s what you say now. Whats your poison, Candace?” He asked, referring to what she would like to drink. She responded with Patron on the rocks, entertaning him. She ordered me a Patron margarita also, as we waited for both drinks to be made. Once we got our drinks, I downed mine pretty quickly which may have been a good thing or a bad thing. Candace finished hers and that’s when I don’t know if it was for show in front of Chris or what, but she was all over me. She pushed me up against the bar roughly, collapsing her lips into mine as her hands fondled all over me, not giving a fuck how many eyes were on us now. Neither did I, I spotted Chris out the corner of my eye, intrigue all over his face. I turned back to my girlfriend, slipping my tongue all the way into her mouth as I tilted my head, trying to swallow her tongue. Candace’s hands worked their way down the back of me and up under my dress swiftly, and before I realized what was happening, my thong was being pulled down over my ass and falling down my legs. She lifted my dress up just enough; bringing her hand up the front of my dress, sliding a single finger up inside of me, catching me off guard. I gasped out against her lips, as her finger moved in and out of me slowly, bringing my juices out. She sucked on my tongue hard while she slid another finger up inside of me, moving in and out of me smoothly and hard. “Ohhh fuck.” I moaned out, pulling away from her lips and causing her to open her eyes and look me in mine. Without stopping her movements inside of me, Candace stared at me intently, watching my facial expressions change. I was so fucking horny and wet and I needed her to get me out of her now before I lost control at this bar and people noticed what we were really doing. I looked over to see Chris biting his bottom lip, he had been watching the entire time. “Baby, let’s go.” I mouthed to her, and it seemed she only slid up in me harder with that being said. I reached down between my legs, grabbing her arm and making her stop her movements, pulling her fingers out of me slowly, moaning out as they left me. “Now. Let’s go.” I spoke to her forcefully, bringing her wet fingers up to my mouth and sucking them one by one, mainly to tease a lurking Chris. I stepped out of my thong, leaving it there on the floor and adjusting my dress now and pulling it down to where it originally sat on my thighs. Candace grabbed my hand, pulling me away before I could even say goodbye to Chris. As we approached the door, I stopped her and whispered into her ear that I think we should bring him home with us. Candace looked at me like I was crazy, but once I leaned into her ear explaining to her the immense teasing we could put him through until he begged to cum. She reminded me that she wasn’t going to fuck him, but that he could do other things to her, only if it would please me. I nodded with a smirk across my face as Candace gave me permission to go back over and retrieve him from the spot we left him at. I slowly walked back over to Chris, swaying my hips until I reached him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him over to the door where Candace was. He followed until we all got outside and I turned around to tell him the plan. We huddled briefly as I explained to Chris, “One night only. You get your wish. You get to fuck me, well both of you do.” I smirked, grabbing Candaces hand in mine and waiting for Chris’ response. “No bullshit?” He asked, looking between us both. “No bullshit.” We both replied at the same time. “Soooo…” He was about to speak, but I cut him off. “Our place. Get your car and follow us. It’s not too far from here. We’re in the blacked out Mercedes right over there. We’ll wait for you to pull up next to us.” I instructed him as we both walked away, over to our vehicle. This was on our terms, our rules: he was either in or out. If he were the man I had taken him for all this time, he was in and as soon as we got home, I’d make him work his way inside. Candace unlocked the doors, both of us getting in on our designated sides; closing the doors simultaneously as she started the car up. As soon as Chris pulled up along side of us, Candace sped off, daring him to keep up with her. We reached our house and parked in the driveway with Chris parking right along side of us. We all got out of our cars, as we led him inside of our humble abode. As soon as we opened the door, me and Candace stumbled in, consumed in each other as I unbuttoned her blouse button by button until I slid it off of her shoulders and let it hit the floor. We undressed each other the whole way up our stairs, with Chris on our heels, not missing a beat. He was kicking off his shoes and undoing his tie and shirt on the way up as well. We reached our bedroom, pausing in front of the door, making out sloppily at first before we broke away and motioned with my finger for him to follow us in. I meant what I said, I wanted him begging to fuck me and watching in desperation as I fucked my girlfriend. I escorted Chris over to our chaise lounge that sat directly across from our california king bed. I pushed him down onto it. “You. Watch and don’t move.” I explained to him as I walked back over to Candace who stood in front of the bed now. I let my naked body fall onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows roughly. I spread my legs widely to let Candace get comfortable. The alcohol was flowing through my system. It had every part of my body hyper-sensitive to touch. Candace immediately crawled onto the bed after me. She grabbed me roughly and forced her lips into mine; sucking on my bottom lip vigorously and seductively as we both looked over to Chris, eyeing him. I slid my tongue across her top lip and then sucked it into my mouth, slipping my tongue inside of her mouth and massaging it with my own. “Mmmm.” We both moaned in unison as Chris relaxed his body on the lounge and undid his pants slowly, attentively watching us. I pulled away from her lips slowly as Candace pushed me back onto the bed and I situated my body so that Chris would be able to see every single thing she was about to do to me. She got on her knees in front of me, yanking me further down the bed for her; spreading my legs open wide and propping them up in the air. Candace leaned down between my legs, parting my lips with her tongue and running it from my pussy all the way up to my clit. Moaning as she tasted me, she stiffened her tongue and ran it back down to probe in and out of me. I moaned out as she pulled her tongue out slow; making her way back up to my clit and collapsing her lips around it and sucking. I watched Chris watching with sexual anguish all over his face, I know he wanted to get up and participate; I loved that this was killing him inside. Candace swirled her tongue around my clit and then sucked it again, repeating that motion as my back arched and a few soft moans left my lips. I motioned for Chris to now come closer; he walked over and when he got close, I pointed to the floor indicating that I wanted him to sit right there and get an up close view of this. He sat down on the floor, inches away from where Candace sat on her knees. I grabbed Candace hair, pulling on it gently while she reached her hand up and slowly slid two of her fingers inside of me. She looked in Chris’ direction as she fingered me, her fingers easing their way in and out of me as her tongue still sucked over my clit. “Oh God yesssss, babyyyy.” I moaned loudly as she teased my pussy slow as hell with her fingers, it was driving me crazy but I would endure it because I could tell it drove Chris crazier. He watched as she slow stroked me with two fingers, pulling them out and sliding them right back in. Her tongue was now flicking my clit gently; the combination of her fingers and her tongue against my clit had me moaning uncontrollably now. Candace twisted her fingers around slowly inside of me as she continued to let them glide in and out of me. Pulling away from my clit for just a second, “You’re so wet baby.” She moaned, and smirked over at Chris. “And she tastes so fuckin’ good.” Chris groaned and ran his hand down into his own pants, rubbing himself while watching. “Put your tongue back on her pussy.” He instructed Candace. She shook her head at him, running her fingers in and out of me faster now and slamming into me everytime she went back inside. “It’s your pussy baby,” I moaned out to her, slowly grinding my hips into her fingers, “Fuck me ‘til I cum.” She looked up at me, now pumping her fingers in and out of me faster. She wrapped her lips around my clit again and sucked softly. It didn’t take long, and after a few minutes; I was cumming all over her face and fingers. Candace never missed a drop. Chris climbed on the bed. He put his head against the pillows, getting himself comfortable. He looked down at me and smirked, “Candace?” he murmured. “What?” “Come put it on my face.” He reached down for Candace’s hand and pulled her close to him forcefully. I smirked as she instantly moved her body up his. There was just something undeniable about Chris. Candace lowered herself onto Chris’ face and moaned loudly when he instantly licked her middle. I pushed myself up and moved myself to the spot in between Chris’ legs. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly rolled them down. I brought my lips to Chris’ dick, and swirled my tongue over the head before taking more into my mouth. — Chris “Fuuck.” I grunted lowly when Lexi flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick. I wrapped my lips around Candace’s clit and sucked roughly. They both just got done teasing the fuck out of me, and I knew how to get ‘em back. Lexi bobbed her head up and down, swallowing more and more of my dick. I grunted lowly against Candace’s pussy. She rocked her hips on my face, moaning quietly. It sounded like she caught herself, trying not to let any moans escape. That just made me work harder. I made my tongue flat and licked from her slit all the way up, swirling it around her clit. French kissing her pussy. I did that over and over, occasionally dipping my tongue inside of her. The slurping sounds Lexi was making were driving me wild. “Mmm… fuck!” Candace moaned loudly. I flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked on it gently, letting my lips collapse around it. I ran my hands up her body, letting my fingers tickle her waist then up to her breasts. I kept my mouth moving against her pussy, and I gripped her breasts tightly in my hands. Candace’s legs began to tremble around my head. I held my tongue out as she started to roll her hips against it. “Mmm! Just like that!” Candace yelled out. She rolled her hips one more time, and released all over my face. Her juices dripped from my mouth, down to my beard. I loved all this nasty shit. “Damnnn.” Candace moaned with a laugh. I licked her clean, and she moved to climb off of me. She looked down at me and I smirked before grabbing her waist and pulling her over my face again. I held her hips down firmly, making sure she didn’t move. I licked everything clean, then started right back up. I attacked her clit with my tongue again. Swirling it around, and tugging roughly with my lips. “Oohh shit..” Candace mumbled. I slipped my tongue inside her wetness, tasting it all over again. I wiggled it around, and she let out a low scream. I kept my tongue stiff, just how I knew she liked it. Candace immediately brought herself up and down. Fucking herself on my tongue. I was so focused on making Candace cum, that I had to stop myself from cumming. Lexi had the tip of my dick at the back of her throat. I felt her swallow, and my dick slip down her throat. I grunted against Candace’s pussy. I gripped her thighs again and held her still. I went back to swirling my tongue around her clit. My face was buried in her pussy; I couldn’t even warn Lexi I was about to cum. My dick twitched, and Lexi picked up the speed. I flicked my tongue over Candace’s clit, and she gripped the top of my head. “Oh, Chrisss..” Candace damn near whispered. I felt her legs shake slightly, and she covered my face with her juices for the second time tonight. “Lick everything up.” She demanded. I smirked, but did what she said. I lapped everything up, leaving her damn near dry. I placed a small kiss on her clit, making her shudder before she rolled off of me. I turned my attention back to Lexi. She hadn’t stopped since she put my dick in her mouth. I gripped her hair in my hands and made her suck me up even faster. “Look at me.” I gritted. Lexi instantly locked her eyes with mine. We stared at each other as I pushed her head so her nose was touching my skin, then pulled all the way back up so she could swirl her tongue over the head. I pushed her head all the way back down to the base one final time. I grunted loudly as she made a small gagging sound as my cum spilled down her throat. Her eyes never left mine as she sucked me clean, popping her lips off my dick. She stood up, and I reached down and pulled a Magnum out of my wallet. “Lay next to her.” I pointed at Candace as I rolled the condom over my dick. Lexi laid on the bed and Candace pulled her face into hers. I watched as they let their tongues play in each others mouths for a few seconds. I grabbed Lexi by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “You. Watch and don’t move.” He said mocking me. “C’mere.” I grunted. I rubbed the tip of my dick over Lexi’s clit a few times, making us both moan lowly. I slid inside of her slowly. Lexi let out a gasp as I pushed inside, her pussy swallowed my dick inch by inch. She wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. I thought about teasing her, like they tried to play me, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be as deep in her shit as I could. I pulled almost all the way out, just leaving the tip inside, then rammed my hips forward. A jolt of pleasure shot up my spine as I pulled out and did it again. — Lexi Chris was definitely packin’. He knew what he was doing in the bedroom too. I let out a loud moan as he pumped into me, picking up his pace with each thrust. “Turn over.” Chris grunted. He pulled out of me quickly, his dick wobbling in place. I pushed myself up on my hands and turned over on my stomach. Chris slapped my ass hard, making me groan loudly. I guess teasing him made his ass aggressive, but I was ready for whatever he threw at me. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and watched as he positioned himself behind me. He put his hands on my upper back and pushed me flat on the bed. Chris slipped his dick inside of me in one quick motion. “Mmm.. fuck!” I gritted. I shut my eyes as Chris drilled into me from behind. He was being relentless. Getting me back for every other time I turned down his advances. My moans were getting louder and harder to control. I wasn’t even trying to control them anymore. I realized that the louder I was; the harder Chris would thrust inside of me. He wrapped a wad of my hair around his hand and pulled roughly, “Jesus..” I moaned as Chris started pumping even harder. His dick was getting even fatter as my pussy swallowed him. Chris was really beating my shit up. My ass was clapping against his thighs as he pulled me back on him and he had my breathing all over the place. I felt a pinch in my stomach from how deep his dick was poking me, and tried to pull away slightly. Chris gripped my hips tighter, “You can take it.” His voice came out husky, sending a small chill down my spine. He continued to ram his hips into me, never allowing me a break. Chris kept his face tucked into my neck, placing a few small pecks against it. He still had my hair gripped tightly into his hands. His strokes were deep and powerful, making my pussy throb against him. I squeezed my muscles around him making Chris groan out in my ear. My moans were growing more consistent from the way Chris’ dick filled me up. He pushed himself up and let go of my hair. He gripped my hips, slamming my body on to his. “Mmmm..” I opened my eyes and looked at Candace. She had her hands between her legs as she watched Chris pound me out. “Damn.” Chris mumbled. “I think she likes watching me fuck you.” He chuckled to himself. I pushed my body up slightly, And started to throw my ass back on him. Chris slapped my ass hard, “Fuck, Lexi…” He groaned. “Just like that.” I threw it back harder as I felt my body tremble. “You about to cum?” Chris asked, rolling his hips into me. He scooted closer and his dick started to rub right against my g-spot. I gripped the sheets in my hands, “YESSS!” I felt my body get hot and my walls tightened around his dick again. “I can feel it.” He grunted. Chris gripped my hips tighter and started thrusting into me even harder. He slammed into me recklessly for the next couple of minutes, moans rolling off my tongue one after another. “OOHHH, YESS, CHRIS!” I yelled as I reached my peak. “I-I’M CUMMING, FUUUUCK!!” “That’s right.” Chris gritted, gripping my ass in his hands. “Cum all over this dick, ma.” He maintained his wild speed, making my orgasm last longer and be ten times more intense. “Fuuck.. I’m ‘bout to bust..” Chris groaned. He slowed down slightly, his dick twitching inside of my throbbing pussy. He pumped a few more times, slowly riding out the last of his orgasm. He pulled out slowly, and we both collapsed onto the bed. I snuggled my body closer to Candace, resting my head in the crook of her neck. After a few minutes I felt the bed shift. I turned over to see Chris walking around the room gathering his clothes. “I’m glad you know your job is done.” Candace chuckled. Chris turned around, “Yeah, but I did my job well, though. I know both of ya’ll are satisfied.” Neither one of us said anything. He was more than right. Everyone in this room had came twice tonight. “Might be true,” Candace started. “But this was just a one time thing.” “Right.” I agreed. “Now you won’t bug me the next time I see you out.” Chris laughed hard, “I walked away tonight.” He slipped into his Jay’s and walked closer to the bed. “Ya’ll approached me for this.” He leaned down and kissed our cheeks, “One night was more than satisfying. I’ll show myself out.” And with that; he disappeared from the room.

Author | Kierra Posted | May 2012

#fantasiesxwritten #original story #lesbians #lesbian main characters #lgbtq #lgbtq smut #chris brown smut

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rudemaidenswrite · 6 years ago

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Sweet Revenge Kisses

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

RK800 Connor x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian beta’d: @bookchic20

Part 2! TA-DAA! The rest of this story may get weird. Because for some reason Gavin reminds me of Agent Smecker from Boondock Saints. An angry closet homo. In hindsight I may or may not have gone a lot farther than planned for this story.

Part 1

“Y/N what are we doing?” Connor's question brings you back to reality.

You immediately stop on the sidewalk and let go of Connor's hand. It slipped your mind that you were holding it tightly and have basically kidnapped him from work.

“We’re doing that coffee date. Fuck. Are you busy? Do you even want to go on a date right now?” Flustered you start to panic. You don’t want to be charged with kidnapping.

“Yes to the date. I was only filling out paperwork, waiting for another case.”

“Okay good, well we’re going to the Busy Bean. It's the closet one. The walk there and back can be our date.” Gesturing down the block.

“Sounds like a plan. What is your profession?” Connor smiles as he proceeds to walk.

“Profession? Oh, I own and run a food truck.” Hopping, you quickly catch up. His long strides put him far ahead.

“A food truck? Like the Chicken Feed?”

“Sorta, it’s called The Warm Bowl. Um, do you well can you even eat food or is it just liquid thirium?”

“I can eat all thirium based items and small amounts of carbon based food.”

“That's good to know.” Nodding you make a mental of note of that.

“How do you take your coffee?” Connor asks as he open the coffee shop’s door.

“Black like my soul.” Hovering in the back you wait for the line to go down.

“Black like your soul? How do you know what color souls are?” Confused, his LED light is whirling between yellow and red.

“Connor it was a joke. Black like my soul is a joke.�� Deadpanning you reassure him.

“A joke? Why would you joke about that?”

“Because I can.”

“You should not talk like that. Your soul is the part of you that makes you who you are and that will live on after your death, the part of you that will go to heaven and be immortal, according to the teachings of certain religions.” Frowning, Connor is obviously saddened by your comment,

“Eh, doesn't feel like it. How's your soul doing?” Shrugging it off you distract him from your soul.

“I don't have a soul, I'm a machine.” Obviously dejected by the way he sighs.

“Everything has a soul. Yours is just a little underdeveloped…. like a preemie baby.” You pinch his cheek.

“There is hope for me?” Connor's voice hints at hopeful.

“Of course, there’s hope for everyone.”

With a new pep in his step Connor grins, leaving while he orders the coffee. There's something cute about the way he lights when he knows there's a possibility of happiness.

Connor returns shortly with coffee. “Can I ask you a personal question?” The way he says the question makes you wonder if he has this question prepared.

“Go ahead.” Connor hands you the coffee that you gladly take as you head back outside.

“Why do you purposely fight with Detective Reed?”

Ah… This question.

“Not purposely, it just happens. But I do live to annoy him.” Carefully prying the lid off, you blow air across the cup to cool it down a few degrees.

“That still sounds on purpose.”

“Eh, read into however you want. Just basic sibling terrorizing.”

“Why do you still have your LED light? I thought that all deviants removed theirs.”

“I never felt the need to. I am alive but I am still a machine. It is who I am, as someone gets a tattoo. It is a statement and reminder to how I became alive.”

“But it still makes you an easy target because you're so identifiable.”

“Yes, but it does not change the way I feel.”

“That's good… So what do you do when you're not at work?”

“Watching TV with Hank, monitoring his diet and keeping the house tidy. Cuddling with Sumo until it is time for stasis.”

A fucking housewife.

“It's nice that you're watching out for him.”

“He was my first friend. He knew I was deviant before I did.” Connor pauses. “What do you do when you're not annoying Detective Reed?”

“Well eat, sleep, work, play video games, repeat.”

“Is that a robot joke?”

“Maybe.” Smiling you bump his shoulder.

“You seem to regard yourself more as a machine than human.”

“Experiences shape how you feel. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a machine.” Your response causes Connor to pause and think for a few moments.

“How many years between you and Detective Reed?”

“You can just say Gavin, but he's five years older.” Seeing him processing that order, you know he's not going to be able to just switch from Detective Reed to Gavin. “What's your favorite movie?”

“From Hank's collection, I would have to say Mamma Mia.”

“Mamma Mia?” You almost snort coffee out your nose. You are slowly realizing that Connor is fucking weird.

“Is that odd?”

“No no, I just didn't peg you as a musical fan.”

“What is your favorite move?”

“I would have to say The Land Before Time.” Connor gives you a confused look. “I like dinosaurs. It’s a movie about baby dinosaurs.”

“Baby dinosaurs?”

“Baby dinosaurs are the best.”

“Has Detect- Gavin always had tough relations with other people?”

“He'd complicated…. He has always been rough around the edges, a problem with authority. Being raised by a single parent you quickly learn that most people are assholes.”

“Then why such hate for androids?”

“Ah, his last partner left him for a sex android. That's where most of his hate for androids stems from. Then it’s because he is stubborn and doesn't like change, as you know androids are the newest level of change for this world.” You kick a stone that’s in your path as you slow down, stopping in front of the police department. Letting the silence take over.

“Would you like to go on another date?” Connor asks after a few moments.

“Yes, that would be nice. But I think you better get a move on.” Nodding towards the door, where Hank is waiting.

“Oh…. Time to go to work.” His face drop for a second as he quickly masks the disappointment.

“Well I will see you later. You two have fun.” Waving at Hank you walk a few steps away.

“W-wait aren't you supposed to give me your phone number or address?” Connor reaches out to stop you.

“Connor you're a detective. I’m pretty sure you can figure it out.” Winking, before walking away smiling. You can hear Hank laughing his ass off.

“Oh come on Chris, is this really necessary?” Grumbling you follow his lead.

“Sorry Y/N, but I have to follow the rules. Everyone has to be separated.” Chris motions to a separate holding cell. You don't want to be separated from Andrew. There’s no telling on how he’s going to react, when he does react. He’s still processing his new found deviancy, the two of you have been working on expressing emotions.

“Well I want my one phone call.”

“I already called your brother. Since this is an android related case, Hank and Connor will be here shortly.” Chris states hinting that he's sorry.

“Fuuuucckk.” Groaning you face plant on the bench.

After awhile Chris comes back and moves you into an interrogation room. Knowing that this is going to be annoying and unpleasant, you start making faces at the two way mirror.

“Damn it Y/N.” Hank yells opening the door.

“What?”

“You want to explain why Chris had to arrest you?” Hank gruffs sitting down.

“The dipshit wouldn’t keep his fucking hands off my fucking android. I was beating some sense into him.”

“Chris says that you were beating him with a wok. Your android Andrew was cowering behind the food truck and Chris could smell alcohol on the man you were beating.”

“Yeah and?” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in the chair.

“Explain in detail.”

“We were closing for the night when this dipshit came back. I refused service to him earlier because he was acting like an asshole to the other customers and made rude comments about Andrew. Saying that deviants need to be deactivated and that they have no souls. But he comes back drunk and tries to start a fight with Andrew. So I grabbed a pot and started beating him with it.”

“Jesus. Why didn't you call the police?”

“He already had a hold of Andrew, besides I normally have at least one of these assholes per day. It has just been a normal day.”

“Good thing for you, Andrew was the one who called the police so you’re in luck.”

“Eh.” Shrugging you see Hank sigh. Not a normal sigh but the done with your shit sigh. Which makes you question where is Connor? Chris said that Hank and Connor would be here. “...Hank is-” Hank lifts his hand to stop you and nods back to the window. He already knew you were going to ask if Connor is here. “Fuck.” Sighing you let your head fall to the table with a thud.

“Give me some time and I’ll have you out of here.” Hank orders before leaving. He walks into the observation room studying Connor. “What do you think, Connor?”

“She has no reason to lie. The other male’s blood alcohol level is 0.27%. Well above legal limit.”

“But…”

“I’m worried… this behavior is not what I calculated.” Frowning, his LED whirls yellow again.

“Y/N did say she was defending Andrew. People change when they are protecting someone.”

“I will talk to Andrew.” Connor tries to remain calm, he must remain professional. In the other observation room it is obvious that the android is nervous. Connor sits down and smiles. “Hello my name is Connor. I’m here to help.”

“W-where is Y/N?” Andrew stutters, he continues to fidget.

“She is fine. Can you tell me your name?”

“Andrew, an AW500.”

“Andrew, I need you to explain what happened.”

“The man came out of nowhere… I was cleaning up outside the truck, we were closing. He was angry about something. Y/N had refused him service earlier that day. He… Grabbed my shirt and threw me to the ground. Y/N came and was beating him off. I was scared, I alerted the police. Y/N says that if anything bad happens call the police.”

“That was the right thing to do Andrew. What is your relationship with Y/N?” Connor deviates away from the investigations questions.

“She’s my boss and best friend. She understood why I was deviant and has been helping me adjust.”

“Andrew I need to access your memory bank, to review the days incidents involving the other man.”

“Okay.” Andrew holds his hand out, Connor grabs his wrist as the data transfers. Through Andrew's eyes he is able to confirm the events leading up to the assault and what happened.

“Thank you Andrew. I will confer with Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor politely smiles and returns to Hank.

“Well?”

“It was self defense.” Connor confirms.

“See no worries Connor. I'll have Chris start the discharge paperwork. There's no need to be jealous.” Hank chuckles patting Connors shoulder.

“Jealous?”

“Asking about their relationship. I think your feeling a little jealous.”

“No I'm not. I was just gathering data.”

“Uh huh.” Hank nods slightly in assurance but not truly buying it.

“Where is she?” Gavin bursts in.

“Currently being discharged. She was involved in case of self defense.” Connor immediately spouts off.

“Self defense?”

“Some ass attacked her and Andrew.” Hank clarifies.

“Damn it! I told her.” Gavin mumbles turning around.

“Told her what?” Connor questions in interest.

“This city will kill her.” Clearly angry Gavin storms off. Leaving Connor and Hank confused.

“Am I allowed to return to my business? It's not being impounded or something?” You suspiciously question Hank as hands your stuff back.

“No you two are free to go, no charges. But I suggest 24 hour cool down. Do you want to press charges? He's already being charged with disorderly conduct and intoxication in public.” Connor states.

“That's up to you Andrew.” Shrugging you look at Andrew.

“No but I suggest sensitivity classes.” He answers quickly.

“Noted. Gavin is waiting at his desk.” Hank nods at the desks.

“Thanks for your help guys. Andrew, out of the pan and into the fire.” You give them a quick salute and gesture for Andrew to head on.

Gavin is perched on his desk impatiently waiting. “Dawn and Greg closed up shop. I'm taking you two home.” Gavin tosses the keys at you. You miss and they fall to the floor.

“Hey we don't catch. But thanks for calling them.” Annoyed you pick them up, noticing that Andrew is hanging back away from Gavin.

“You need to close shop up earlier or have some type of lookout or something!” Gavin starts chiming in his two cents.

“Yeah yeah, you want me to get a ninja?”

“You couldn't afford a ninja.” He scoffs.

“Then shut up.”

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greetingfromthedead · 6 years ago

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AU Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier – Light up the Darkness

Reader gender: neutral

Warning!: I’m a DramaQueen, so don’t expect anything less from my oneshots!

Request by @marvelanddcfanart: Can you do a Bucky X reader where reader is in her period and she cries for no reason and is mad at the tiniest insult and Bucky helps her and gets her chocolate ice cream and even tampons and all because she is the only one with Steve and Natasha he trust and because she makes him happy. And everytime someone makes her mad he's defending her and at the end he finds out he has feeling for her but he doesn't tell her, until she gets drunk and kiss him at Tony's part. Please, you're awesome! :)

Author’s note: I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable with the period thing for my own personal reasons, I will use anxiety disorder instead, nothing else will really change, sorry if that is not what you hoped for.

Author’s note 2: I got really inspired for this story by the new top song My Blood.

Author’s note 3: This hits closer to home than many of you might realize and I hope it might give perspective to anyone who might need it. Also - if you find yourself in a similar situation - I will be your Bucky if you need me to, just tell me.

Bucky knocks on the door and silently awaits for the sweet voice to call him in, but he doesn’t hear anything. He knocks again, but after he doesn’t get an answer for the second time he decides to try to open the door. To Bucky’s surprise the door did open and he looked at your spacious room. The TV is turned on, but the sound is muted, your window open, your phone lays on your slightly messy bed - everything hints at you still being here. That is when Bucky starts to hear silent weeping. He walks closer and follows the sound.

Bucky finds you under your table, your knees against your chest. You hide your face in your hands. You haven’t noticed his presence.

“Y/n?” he softly asks not wanting to scare you, but he doesn’t succeed in that.

You quickly look up, your face wet with tears has a shocked expression on it. Bucky hears your breath catch in your throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to startle you. What’s wrong?” he reaches out his right hand and touches your upper arm. He is gentle, but you back yourself more into the corner to keep away. He retracts his hand and just sits down without saying anything.

You feel embarrassed and you look away. Your tears haven’t quite finished forming, but you feel more at ease than before. Bucky sits so quietly that you almost forget his presence. Once you finally dry your face and take a deep breath, you turn your head and see him looking at you with a gentle expression.

A part of you is surprised to see him like this, you almost expected him to be gloating, but you also know he would never do that.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice still a little unsteady.

“Don’t be, you have no reason to be sorry. What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low and soft.

You just shake your head, you haven’t spoken to anyone about this and you don’t really want to start now, but maybe you should.

“You can tell me. Whatever it is. Did someone say anything to you? Did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head again, your vision starts to get blurry as the tears begin to form again.

“Please, let me help you. Nobody cries under their table for no reason,” He touches your hand, “You’ve done so much for me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nobody hurt me. Nobody has said anything bad to me. It’s all in my head,” you say and hold onto yourself more tightly.

“Take it from someone who couldn’t trust their own mind for the best part of their life - it is better to get it out.”

You hesitate.

“I’m alone. I’m alone in a dark and empty room. There are doors everywhere, all of them lead me out, but they are all locked. I hear voices behind these doors, friends and family. They want me to let them in, they want to help, but I can’t open these doors, I can’t let them in because I don’t have the key. A figure is always watching me, I can hear its voice in my head, my voice. And it always tells me I’m not worth anything, that I am useless, I am stupid. It tells me that I have nobody, that everyone just pretends. Pretends to care for me, but behind my back they talk shit about me. It feels like every look I get, every chuckle form people passing by is because my whole existence is a joke. And I believe that voice because it’s my own. It keeps pushing me towards the only open door. A door so obvious, so inviting. It might as well have a big neon sign above it. There is nothing behind that door, it’s just a big and steep ledge and the only thing left to do is to... let go. I could leave that big empty room, death would relieve me and the voice in my head would be gone. Nothingness would be better than this, but I know the lie, I know it wouldn’t solve anything, but only cause more pain. But I can’t tell you just how tempting that open door is.”

You feel tears on your cheeks again.

“You aren’t alone. You just opened one of those doors. You let me in. I will always be there, I will always stay with you. I will bring a light and the darkness will disappear. I will kick open every door. I will kill protect you from anyone who would ever say anything bad to you. I will always stay by you, but you have to keep fighting. You stay with me.”

You look at him, unable to form any meaningful words. He takes your hand and lightly squeezes it. You slide yourself out from under your table and he takes you into a hug. You feel yourself falling apart, but you trust him to pick up the pieces and help you get yourself back together.

You walk back from the gym together with Bucky. Neither of you feel like talking today and the workout took the last pit of energy from you.

Tony comes your way and looks very cheerful despite being at the gym with you today. As he gets close to you he playfully slaps Bucky on his shoulder and stops.

“You do pack a mean punch. Glad you’re on our team,” he addresses Bucky and then turn to you, “But you, my dear, need to hit the gym more often. I can come with you if you need, put some muscle on those spaghettis of yours.”

He looks happy and playful - you know he means this as a joke, especially after you gave him quite the beating today, but you can’t help but wonder if’ your right. The voice in your head assures you he means it and Bucky can read you.

“Stark, you should apologize. (S)he is more than capable, without the suit of yours, (s)he could kick your ass any time of the day... and maybe even with your suit.”

“Relax, it was just a joke.” Tony looks confused.

“It’s fine,” you just say, “I’ll see you later.”

You feel a bit uneasy and you just walk away, the men staying behind. You find your room and take a long hot shower. You relax a little, but you can feel a presence in the back of your head, the voice just waiting to make you feel miserable.

You finally get out of the bathroom in your most comfortable clothes. You’re still trying your hair as you get out so you don’t immediately notice the man sitting on the edge of your bed.

“What are you doing here?” you gently ask Bucky.

“I thought you might want company and...” he shows you the bucket of ice cream.

You chuckle.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say.

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine,” you assure him.

“I know.” he answers in a serious manner.

You sit down next to him and together you finish the whole bucket. The both of you lay on your bed, legs tangling over the edge.

“Are you going to Stark’s party tomorrow?” Bucky asks, secretly hoping you’d say yes.

“I don’t know yet. Not sure I’m up for the crowd, but the open bar might just convince me to come.”

“I’m not sure either, doesn’t matter what they say, I still have my reputation and for some I will forever just be the Winter Soldier.”

“Not to those who matter. To your friends you’re just Bucky.”

After a lot of contemplating you did decide to go to the “little get together” as Tony called it. You sit by the bar and stare at your drink. You have to admit that this sin’t the first drink of the night, but anything to silence the voice in your head.

The music is loud so you don’t hear the crowd of strangers around you. Occasionally you see familiar faces, but none that you would want to talk to tonight. There was only one face you were looking forward to and he came a couple hours later.

You walk up to him, but it is too noisy to talk here, even your drunken self knows that. You take his hand and drag him out behind you. A little shaky as you might be on your feet you find a silent corner for the two of you.

You look for the right words, but they just don’t come to you. Bucky is about to ask what’s wrong, but you grab him and pull him closer. You kiss him and you feel him kiss you back for a moment before gently pushing you away. You are embarrassed and you turn your back on him to walk away. He gently takes your hand and turns you to face him.

“I care for you, very much. And kissing you right now is tempting, but you are not yourself right now.” He says as he can smell the alcohol on you.

You still look away so you can’t see him bite his lip and then smile.

“Go to bed, doll. Sleep it off and if you still feel the urge to kiss me tomorrow morning... you are more than welcome to.”

You knock on the door and almost hope he doesn’t answer, but soon enough the familiar friendly face greets you.

“Hi...” you greet awkwardly, “Look, please tell me I didn’t dream last night. Please, tell me it actually happened.”

“It did,” he says with a slight smirk.

“I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have done it and...” you finish your sentence by taking his hand and pulling him into a kiss. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you in before pushing the door shut, all that without breaking the kiss for even a second.

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ts-autumns-world · 3 years ago

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Episode 6: “If someone can fuck you over once, then they can choose to do it again” - Raffy

Does this idol system have killer clowns walking around? Carnies doing handstands? Haunted Big Bertha’s? Who knows cause I CAN’T EVEN GET ACCESS TO THIS DAMN IDOL SYSTEM AND YALL ARE OUT HERE POCKETING SUPER IDOLS LIKE ITS AN IPOD TOUCH AND WE’RE 12.

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WOW WHAT A VOTE. Raffy immediately having to use a Super Idol is probably ridiculously on brand, but in all honesty, seeing BENJ of all people go, is a shock to my system. I've voted out former finalists, but I thought that Benj was gonna go DEEP in this game. But now I need to focus I have to get Top 3 in this challenge to get these damn tickets. But my final thought on this super idol is that at least a *good* person got the Super Idol

this reward challenge has me so lost i hardly even go here i dont know any monologues i can perform

we're doing basic text dr today because if I talked I'll probably cry and no one wants that sahjahsjajs

so the vote happened and we were successful in voting raffy in majority. we being me Chris and benj BUT then it turned out raffy had something stupid called a superidol HJAHSJJHAS (sorry this is gonna be bitter time get ready) and was able to just basically cancel his elimination after seeing the votes???????? because who cares about strategy and having to make plans and being smart and capable of reading the tribe in successfully using an idol? no no no lets let someone just not talk to anyone and then save themselves and vote out someone who WORKS SO HARD AND IS SO ACTIVE AND PASSIONATE LIKE YEAH OKAY SAJHJSAHHJASASHJAHJSHAJS THAT MAKES SENSE

UGH

I'm sorry I'm so sad. benj was voted out because of this and I feel really empty and hurt about it. he was my best friend on this tribe we talked constantly every day and we were close in timezones and I trusted him and loved him and now we've been robbed of playing with each other in merge. we had so many plans for us too we wanted to pretend to not be that close and purposefully vote opposite and stuff. it's all ruined.

I think raffy deserves praise in FINDING the idol. but the idol itself is a get out of jail free card and requires no strategy when used like that so asjhasjhashjashj and only used in his 2nd tribal. so I'm glad it didn't last any longer and also that he didn't use it in the way survivor players usually do. by making everyone fear them sahjsajh COS THAT WOULD HAVE WORKED ON ME LIKE A CHARM. but instead we were able to flush it and even tho I've lost benj and I'm sad about it, I am very thankful that we got it flushed now and before merge. it's way more dangerous in merge. and like there was no way we could beat that. unless we split vote I guess but that wasn't possible. and also I just did not remember this was a thing BECAUSE NO ONE IN SURVIVOR HISTORY HAS USED A SUPERIDOL THE WAY IT WAS DESIGNED BECAUSE USING IT WOULD CAUSE MORE TROUBLES FOR THE HOLDER SO THEY ARE VERY STRATEGIC ABOUT IT JSAHHJASAHS so I'm actually excited to see how this carries raffy. would like to clarify I'm not anti raffy he's so nice and fun and this was such an exciting tribal thanks to him and I would have loveeeeed it as a viewer I'm just bitter because benj is gone and super idols suck. HASJHASJHASJH raffy if you read this do know I think you're great and congratulations I just think it was an easy way out WHICH IT WAS.

I guess it just made me feel powerless because there's nothing we could have done here to beat a superidol. and even if we did do Blake instead, it wouldn't change anything.

speaking of Blake he is really upset :(( I think making merge will cheer him up tho which is great because I think it's happening after this reward challenge for tickets

SPEAKING OF TICKETS

BENJ GAVE ME ALL HIS TICKETS AFTER DYING???????? AND IDK WHY LIKE do all the eliminated people get to give tickets to someone? and can it be anyone and not just someone on their tribe? much to think about. but this means I have 8 now which is pretty good I think. thank you benj I love u sm <3

it makes me wanna calculate how many tickets everyone had and who they would have given them to....hmmmm will think about it. benj has been the one who had the most upon leaving I think?

also my tarot was right because it gave raffy the tower and benj the hanged man and it all happened today AHHHH it's so sad how I predict things but don't know what it's predicting until it happens. makes me wanna reevaluate everything and see what it all could mean. could be handy.

I trust Chris the most here and I do trust Ricky I just hope they trust me. I do think we're gonna merge soon tho I really do. it makes sense.

I wonder if the tickets are for an auction or if they are the way to enter the outhouse yourself now. like the new idol system? maybe.

I'm excited to merge and get to talk to everyone and be with jinx and captain AND TALK TO JUDE MORE. YEEEE I just wish benj would have been able to join me :(((

stupid showy superidol

IT'S MY DAY 100 OF TUMBLR SURVIVOR OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD ITS ALSO MY 5 YEAR ORG ANNIVERSARY, PLEASE DON'T VOTE ME OUT THIS ROUND.

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A true strategist's dream is a chessboard, and if we being honest, this is just Social Chess, never view anyone as a chess piece, but they're needed for movement. I'm going to be Jinx's favorite chess piece, because they need me too.

I can no longer trust Chris in this game. He chose his side, and he chose against me. If someone can fuck you over once then they can choose to do it again. I am not able to hold it against Mikki because I did not even try to reach out to her for the whole round. So, fair enough. However, Chris just decided that I needed to go because people thought I had an idol. I guess this is the outcome. He never even promised to rebuild the bridge of trust. He just gave me "I just don't want us to lose." He's 100% targeting me again if we go to tribal. I hope I'm sent to the Outhouse as my ass is grass if I remain in this place. Maybe if I have Blake it'll be fine. Right?

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Uo5w98Zm_5ih0fql6dxLjbnYelD7Mn5B_JhZxL18bkY/edit?usp=sharing

HERE is my spreadsheet with trust rankings and dm counts and stuff, I also added notes on all my trust rankings for each round and some of the dm counts so if you look carefully you'll see the black like corner thing that indicates a note and all my comments on that trust ranking or whatever will pop up if you hover shajhjsahjas hopefully that works

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO super duper califragilistically excited to do this reward challenge and hopefully avoid the Double council that I know is coming because I’m pretty sure Autumn is sick of Tua winning which is a weird sentence to type but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The plan really backfired heavy on us....I thought Raffy just had a half idol but nope, he had a SUPER IDOL and we lost Benj. It made for an awkward post tribal, but I'm just going to keep my head up. I am usually good with damage control so lets see what happens boom boom

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Honestly, I liked this idea but I feel like I'm gonna be crippled by the fact that I am getting a little sick, we'll see though. I think I did okay with my damage control, but truth told, I would not blame Raffy or Blake if they wanted me out now. With Ricky back in the picture, I guess there is hope, but I have learned to not give peeps the FULL benefit of the doubt outright so I am going to sit and wait

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I had another disaster and I pray that the one I could semi finish can be taken in, if it is, then I think I've got 4 tickets, but if not then I will forever be sad about what happened!

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How in God's name didn’t I get 11 tickets?? I didn't even know I had more than 2

This twist is legit the worst thing to happen to me. I have no clue who I am going into tribal with. I don't have prior connections that other may have before the game. And my super idol play was super flashy. So, obviously, they would want to come for me as a prime target. I feel so defeated and I haven't even met these people yet. AND I have to go to work tomorrow so I can't even socialize/communicate as much as I would want in order to keep myself safe. I might as well be one foot in the grave at this point.

Ahhhhh I just made the merge! Also with my pals too? Omg I hope Ricky lives at the vote. I hear Joey has been messy messy but also wants Captain?? We'll see how that goes, especially with Lily C and O Railroad there. I'm just excited for the next step in the game! I also missed Jinx and Jude so much!

Well….well….well. This is not what I anticipated. Good one, Autumn. I had a fantastic call with Jinx earlier today which helped me get a better handle and the game and feel more connected. I believe Raffy and Blake are working together and this is a great opportunity to separate them. Instantly Joey and I agree to call and figure out a plan. We both agree it’s gonna be best to get Ricky on our side. We both talk to Ricky and I suggest to Ricky that we go for Blake and he is down. Such a relief. It’s stressful to be this close to merge and think that it could slip away. I hope Joey lily o and I are on the same page no matter what. I haven’t been able to talk to her yet but I hope she is good to go for Blake. Fingers crossed.

I'LL MAKE VIDEO CONFESSIONALS WHEN ITS MERGE I SWEAR. But this is a really unique twist, I love it, but it also puts me and the Lily sandwich in a precarious position. Immediately, my thought was "go to Ricky and tell them I let them out of the War Room on Night 1", and boom, immediate bonding point, it turns out wonderfully, in talking to Ricky it was quite obvious they felt on the outs, with no power all season(they're either lying or its true, hey you never know), and for me its important to just keep them comfortable. We're voting out Blake for literally one reason: If we don't, Jinx is gonna kill us, cause yanno they're winning this game, its a foregone conclusion at this point.

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God it's going to be brutal, imagine being Blake, not particularly well liked, and always going premerge. Maybe next time you'll finally make merge/jury, but nah you're not taking away my opportunities to shine.

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Even at midnight on a Friday before merge, I still feel nervous, I always feel nervous, even if I'm in an incredible position, being a crucial swing in a pivotal vote to set the pace for the merge, it's absolutely crucial that I make sure Ricky is good with us 3, once again the 2 votes I've been in, I've been a key decision maker, making dreams come true, and making nightmares real too for others. Its a pretty delusional take that I'm seen as a valuable number, and that's what I need to be, the number to make moves possible, while also having the agency to play my cards right in the middle.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WON FOUR TICKETS IN THE AWARD CHALLENGE!!!!! I wasn't expecting that at all and I'm so delighted. AND THEN it turned out you needed 11 tickets to make it to merge and be immune from the last premiere vote and I had 15!!!! because of winning that and because of benj giving me four tickets when he was voted out. AND NOW IM FINALLY WITH JINX AND CAPTAIN AND JUDE AND AHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY AHHHHHHHHHHH ME AND JINX WERE JUST SCREAMING RIGHT AWAY AND I KNOW JINX AND CHRIS HAVE AN IDOL BETWEEN THEM COS THEY EACH FOUND HALF WOOOOOOO I FINALLY GET TO PLAY WITH THEM I CAN'T TELL YOU ENOUGH HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME. but then I was chosen to go to the outhouse so I didn't get to talk for long and still haven't gotten to talk to captain properly or Jude so :(( and I found nothing in the outhouse but this isn't a complete loss. if captain didn't look there then I know Ricky has something and I can use this info and if captain did find whatever is in there then WOOO!!! and also I can potentially use the fear of me having something if I must and that opens up many fun opportunities. nevertheless this experience in the outhouse has given me knowledge and in survivor knowledge is a currency, and I'm gonna buy as much as I can with it. I DO REALLY HOPE I GET A CHANCE TO FAKE SOME KIND OF ADVANTAGE THO THAT WOULD BE SO FUN AND I DEFS HAVE THE MEANS TO DO IT ASHJASHJASHJ but I need a reason to you know asjhashjashjashj any who that's all I have to share for today but I MADE MERGE IN MY FIRST SURVIVOR GAME I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD MAKE IT I'M SHOCKED AHHHHHHHH now I get to play with people I love and meet new people and YEEEEE happy dance, I've exceeded my expectations so I'm just happy here on out. I hope I can do some fun things and game planning with jinx, captain and Chris now plssss

I can't believe I was literally half a point away from the ticket requirement. If I had just been a tiny bit higher, I would've made immunity and had the tickets to be safe. It's kinda on me though, I forgot the "pop culture" part of the post and only verified that when it was literally the last day of the challenge (one where I had work no less, so it's a miracle I was even able to submit). But anyway, the vote isnt gonna be the end of the world. The post-swap Tua tribe is sticking together, and we seem to be getting Ricky on our side for an easy Blake vote. First thing that was suggested to me so I'm totally okay with doing that because it's just easy. I just hope that if the other side looks anywhere its not at me

This game literally feels like a Jane Elliott experiment half the time, and it does kinda bother me, maybe I'm just so used to my privilege that its about time it gets switched up on me

https://youtu.be/kmd-HiEeofg

https://photos.app.goo.gl/j8YwvF9eCukGiMQx5

Guys, gals, non binary pals, I think I have done it. Merge, no votes cast against me, being a crucial piece to how plans come together. God, that was the easiest premerge of my life.

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Friend of mine wanted to know about Tumblr Survivor. So we’re talking and she asks me what the hardest situation you’ve been in is and I said “ You’ve clearly never been in a 6 person group with you running a 3-3 split and you need a flip to basically guarantee your merge/jury spot

And you basically have all your friends breathing down your neck if you don't execute the right person, it's like cutting the wrong wire in a bomb scenario”

I think I made bonds very quickly and will just narrowly avoid getting voted out. However, Blake seems to be getting the votes which I do not want to do. But I fear that if I push Ricky to Joey and the Lily's then they will just vote for me. Ugh. This sucks. If I vote with Blake, then the best we could do is tie. However, that puts me in a rough spot at merge because I would have 3 people mad at me. This is a really tough vote to be a part of. I probably won't even know who I am voting for until the last minute.

https://youtu.be/ewiPRjyvOzk

https://youtu.be/-iPG5SyOCOk blake this is your tape ITS NOT MEAN

#tsaw #episodes

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hopeishappinessff · 7 years ago

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 3

Chris

Propping my left elbow against the arm rest of the door, I yawned and ran a hand over my face. I’d had the longest day and I was truly tempted to pull the truck to the side of the road and allow sleep to cradle me like a baby. However, I’d rather not risk the threat of having a cop mistake me for some type of criminal just for sleeping publicly in my car, so I decided to just wait until I reached my destination.

I’d had a nice long discussion with my coach yesterday right after practice and though the decision had been made long ago and I knew I wouldn’t be sticking around to deal with Trent’s annoying ass any longer, I filled coach in on his obnoxious nightly habits anyway. It was nearly a full twenty-four hours ago that I’d spoken to coach and now… now I’ve finally arrived at my new dorm and I really couldn’t have been any more eager take my ass to sleep. With one final yawn, I shut off the truck and pushed the door open, stepping foot onto a definite territory that I was more than willing to get used to. As I’d been instructed by the letter I’d received back at Syracuse, I headed up to the dorm’s main entrance and made my way to the front desk that I spotted the moment I pulled one of the double glass doors open.

“Hi, welcome to Rooker Hall. My name is Shelly, is there anything I can do for you, uh…”

“Chris,” I said, smirking politely as the girl, Shelly, grinned at me… chick must really enjoy her job, “Christopher…”

“Brown, right?” She asked, beaming even brighter than she’d been only seconds ago, which I didn’t even believe to be possible. I nodded and raised a brow skeptically… I mean, how else was I supposed to react to this girl just blurting my last name out like she knew me personally?

“I’ve heard a lot about you… from the other players and the coaches who come through here sometimes.”

Nodding slowly, I gazed off to the side and wondered when exactly would she just give me directions to my room so I could take my ass there and get out of her weird presence. Shit got a bit awkward after a few seconds of her just standing there, smiling at me… with this peculiar twinkle in her eyes. Not to say I had anything against her obvious Anglo Saxon race, but um… the staring contest she was tryna engage in just wasn’t something I was interested in.

“Can I uh… can I get directions to my room? I asked.

“Oh, your roommate should actually be down to greet you momentarily. You can just have a seat right over there if you wanna wait for him.” She said, pointing over at the lounge area… that happened to be at the perfect angle from where she sat behind the front desk. I did not want to risk sitting there while she stared at me, creepily, so I let her know that she could just send ole dude out to my truck just outside the front door.

I sat out in my truck for only about five minutes before glancing up from my phone and spotting a slim guy about the same height as me heading in my direction. He threw a hand up at me and I decided then to go ahead and exit the truck so I could address the nigga.

“Chris, right?” He asked, stepping off the curb and stopping a few feet away from me.

“Yeah man. You my roommate?” He nodded and smiled then stuck a hand out for me to shake.

“Yep, I’m Benny. I’ve heard a lot about you man… we all have. You came from Syracuse right?”

I smirked and lowered my gaze to the ground, wondering how these people just seemed to magically know all about me “Yeah, I was out there for a three-month training camp.”

“Cool, cool… I guess that means we really will have the number one team in the nation this year… got dudes coming all the way from Syracuse to play for the Bulldogs.”

We both chuckled and I dapped him, shaking my head at his humor… I could already tell this nigga was about to be a hell of a lot better than Trent’s whack ass.

Hope

Destani and I had only been at the school for about a week now and I guess it was safe to say I’d gained a greater level of comfort with the campus itself… it was just the people that crowded the campus that were becoming a huge hindrance for me. I’d found myself becoming greatly acquainted with the four walls of our dorm room. Everything on the outside of this space just seemed to be such a temptation for me and Lord knows I couldn’t afford to risk allowing my eyes to roam for even an instant. I’d even started to feel an ounce of regret for coming to the school in the first place… if I wasn’t mistaken, nearly every guy I’d laid eyes on thus far was way too easy on the eyes.

As for Destani and Taylor, they’d talked practically every day since the first day they met. He ended up making his way back to our room the same day we met after having her call him up to let him know that she was indeed holding up her half of their deal to tour the campus. I was more than relieved when he knocked on our door, in his lonesome… without Benny. Being anywhere close to that boy and his intensely captivating eyes was entirely too much of a temptation that I just couldn’t risk dealing with. Any guy who could leave a female speechless with only one look screamed trouble to me and for that I would definitely keep my distance from him… as much as humanly possible.

I hadn’t spoken to Chris in a few days and though I’d been worrying my head off, I decided not to do the most and blow his phone up like some type of stalker. I didn’t want to become that crazed and annoying girlfriend who had to know precisely where her boyfriend was at all times. I figured with the amount of time that Chris and I spent on the phone throughout the day, it was probably a good idea to give each other a bit of space. But if I didn’t hear from him some time soon, I knew I would be the first to crack and call him… he had no idea, but I’d become pretty dependent on hearing his voice at least once a day.

To make matters worse for me, Taylor had apparently told Destani about some type of gathering later tonight, specifically put together to welcome the new undergraduates to the campus and give us an opportunity to meet a few of our fellow freshman class. My initial response when asked if I wanted to go to the event was a distinct no… if I didn’t want to jeopardize exiting this room just to go outside for fresh air, what would make Destani think I would want to go to some party? She refused to hear it, of course, and before I had time to fully register her antics, I found myself slipping into a pair of ripped dark denim jeans, a white quarter length sleeve crop top, and a pair of black and white converse. I’d recently spent almost an entire day straightening my curly tresses, so I wore it in a middle part and bone straight with it falling down nearly to the top of my butt.

The amount of people crowded into the Tate Student Center was much more than I was willing to handle… there were bodies covering every inch of wall space in the building. From the parking lot to the front atrium, tons of people loitered the pavement, mingling and dancing to the bass of the music blasting through the speaks that lined not only the inside of the building, but the outside as well. I couldn’t help but feel a slight rush from the scene… it was all very new to me and as much as I grumbled just hours ago back in our room, I had to say I was quite content with my decision to come out tonight.

“Well, this is it Sy,” Destani said, snapping me from my thoughts and seizing my attention, “We have arrived at this nigga convention and I expect to walk outta here with two of these beautiful motherfuckers… both for me of course.” She tossed me a slutty little wink and I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her words. She was a complete fool if she actually thought we would be leaving this party tonight and going back to our dorm with some random guys she picked up. I walked alongside her, watching as she warily smoothed her freshly manicured hands down the front of her snug fitting t-shirt dress and rubbed her lips together, making sure her sugar maple lipgloss was evenly distributed over her lips.

“Dez, you’re fine.” I assured her, suddenly becoming all too annoyed with her over scrutiny of herself.

“Oh, this I know young grasshopper… this I know.” I shook my head and snickered at her… I could see that evidently if I was gonna stick with her throughout the entire party, I was gonna have the longest night. As we neared the building, I could see a beaming Taylor approaching us unexpectedly.

“Well look at you two… walking up in this bitch, stealing the show ‘n shit.” He licked his lips and reversed his stare from Destani’s legs, to my own then lastly up to my face “What’s good Sy’Diyah?”

I threw a tight-lipped smile his way and shook my head, mumbling a small “Nothing much” before turning my attention elsewhere.

“Yo, I’m glad ya’ll came through though. Ya’ll can dance, right?” He asked, rubbing his hands together and eyeing us both closely as we marched toward the front entrance.

Destani halted in her tracks, raising a questioning brow at him “Does it look like we can dance?”

Taylor chuckled, lifting his hands to yield to her question “Hey, I was just asking.”

“And I was just telling, boo.” She replied, whipping back around to continue her hip switching strut through one of the open doors. With one last roll of my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped in behind her, followed by Taylor, who I could only hope kept his gaze from wandering.

The wall became a safe haven for me and the small amount of floor space about three steps in front of me became center stage for Destani’s dancing body. She made it a point to hold eye contact with Taylor, who’d gone over to stand near who I guessed to be a few of his friends to wait for Benny’s arrival. I could see that he was smirking lustfully at her, nibbling into his bottom lip as he bobbed his head to the beat of the music. He tore his attention away from Destani for only about a second to look over at the open glass doors adjacent to us. I too turned my head to face the door, curious to know what’d abruptly caught his attention. My traveling orbs landed on a head of curly hair followed by a caramel colored face, a set of glimmering dark brown eyes, and a pair of plump smiling lips.

I told myself that I would never set eyes on this boy again, yet there I stood… gawking at him like a young groupie to a celebrity. I eyed him closely as he walked past clusters of people, smiling at some and stopping for mere seconds to dap a few. My visual excursion didn’t end there though… I noticed that the noise level increased almost immediately and if I heard correctly, the females surrounding Benny were primarily accountable for the commotion. Several of them squealed excitedly by his presence… or perhaps by the additional body that floated smoothly right behind him. I couldn’t get a clear view of the face, but his height, complexion, and entire swagger seemed oddly familiar to me.

“Damn, who is that? Stepping through here like the fucking president or something.” Destani exclaimed, stepping back to stand beside me. She gripped onto my wrist and rolled onto the tips of her toes, lifting her gaze as high as she could over the crowd to get a clear visual of the unknown figure walking with Benny.

“I can’t even see who the hell it is. All these bitches flocking to the nigga… can’t see shit!” She fussed as she let go of my wrist and flattened her red converse down on the floor. Because I had no clue who this person was and I apparently wasn’t going to be looking them in the face any time soon, I turned my head in the opposite direction, quickly losing interest in what every other girl in the room seemed to be freaking out over.

Minutes passed before several of the people, or females shall I say, returned to their normal routines of dancing. I scanned the crowd once, suddenly regretting even agreeing to waste my time and energy coming here. With a sigh, I turned to face Destani, parting my lips to tell her I’d made up my mind that I wanted to leave with or without her. I found myself looking at Taylor instead and I sighed once more, just as Benny made his appearance right behind him. I smiled cordially at him when I caught his gaze, acknowledging the fact that I had indeed noticed him standing there and I hoped that he wouldn’t make it a point to approach me… like he unfortunately was now.

“’Sup Sy’Diyah?” He asked, catching me off guard with his abrupt proximity.

“Oh, um… nothing.” I mumbled fretfully… his fragrance was more intoxicating than I anticipated and it was becoming entirely too difficult for me to focus on anything other than those hypnotizing brown eyes.

He smirked and glanced over at Destani, offering her a friendly salutation “What’s going on Destani?”

“Nothing much.” She furrowed her brows and twisted her lips to one side, staring off past Benny with a curious expression “Hey Benny, lemme ask you something.”

“What’s up?” He asked as he stepped closer to her to hear her over the blaring music.

“Who was that guy you walked in here with?” He grinned like a proud father as he quickly glanced back at the anonymous guy now standing a few feet away from us with his back turned in our direction, dapping up and greeting a few random guys “Oh, that’s my roommate. He just got in earlier this afternoon.”

He turned promptly to face his new roommate, yelling a few incoherent words to get his attention. I stared at the back of the roommate’s head as he turned to acknowledge Benny and nearly choked on my next breath, reaching desperately for Destani’s arm and gripping it tight because surely I had to be seeing a ghost…

Chris

My stare settled on her rather than Benny, who stood there looking from her to me and back again. She looked… so… fucking… sexy just standing there, staring back at me with one hand gripping Destani’s arm and the other pressed against the wall behind her. I smirked at the expression on her face… it really looked like she’d just seen a ghost. The thought of my presence rendering her speechless had me feeling like I was on top of the world and I couldn’t help but feel even more thankful for the fact that I’d approached her with her back pressed against a wall rather than some nigga.

“Sy’Diyah, this is my roommate Chris. Chris, this is… a new friend of mine Sy’Diyah.” I cut my eyes at Benny and I had to stop myself from blurting out a ‘what the fuck’ after his weak ass introduction to my damn girlfriend. The whole ‘new friend of mine’ bullshit was what threw me off and I knew that would be means for a nice lil conversation with Hope later. But for now, my main goal was to snap her out of her daze and get my hands around her tiny little waist for the first time in months.

“Chris,” Quickly shifting my gaze to the right, I instantly caught the green-eyed gaze of a bewildered Destani, who I thought was gonna hit me by the look on her face “Nigga, what the fuck are you doing here?”

I smirked and licked my lips from habit, chuckling as I listened to her loud ass speaking clearly over the bass of the music “What it look like Dez? I drove all the damn way from Syracuse to come chill at this party.”

She raised a hand and swiftly stuck her middle finger up at me, rolling her eyes as she swung her head followed by a mass of curls to face some dark-skinned nigga standing beside her.

“Oh, ya’ll already know each other?” Benny asked, obviously oblivious to my relation to both Hope and Destani.

“Yeah man, she’s like one of my best friends since childhood,” I explained, pointing a finger over at Dez “And this… this is my girl.”

His head snapped back with surprise, but he quickly composed himself and smiled awkwardly “Oh… damn man. I ain’t know… I’m sorry.” “Nah,” I slipped into place at Hope’s side and curled one hand eagerly around her waist, “It’s cool man. You straight.”

He gave a quick nod and stepped back away from us before finally turning and straying off into the crowd, but not before staring at Hope for a few seconds too long.

I watched him closely as he walked off, wondering what his deal was because something was definitely off with the way he looked at her. Ignoring my thoughts, I lowered my gaze to the stunning beauty on my arm, only to find her already peering up at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes unblinking. I smirked at her, leaning down to close the space between my face and hers by placing my lips beside her ear so I could finally speak to her.

“What’s wrong?” Standing back up at a slouched height, I eyed her as she finally pressed her lips together and blinked a few times. She still wasn’t speaking and though I was fully enjoying watching her stand there in all her radiating beauty, I was ready to hear that voice that’d been keeping me focused and sane for nearly four months.

“Why you acting so scared to speak love? I’m not gone bite.” I joked, discreetly running the tips of my fingers up along her exposed side. I could feel her body shudder beneath my touch and I smirked, loving the way she leaned closer to me to stable herself. She raised her gaze to meet mine, tilting her head completely to accommodate my height.

“I… I just… I’m…” She stuttered.

“Surprised?” I said, sensing how overwhelmed she was. She nodded and swallowed down her anxiety and lowered her stare down to my feet, slowly raised it to my face once more. It was clear she was still trying to accept the fact that I was indeed standing here and I wouldn’t rush her from that… hell, I’d be just as surprised if roles were reversed and she popped up on me at my school.

“Wha… what are you doing here?” She finally managed to mumble her first question after staring at me for what felt like forever. Biting down on my bottom lip with a smirk, I leaned in close to her ear and slid both hands around her waist to pull her closer to me.

“Syracuse was just a camp.” I could feel her gasp against the skin of my neck and I moved back a bit to catch her ‘I just saw a ghost… again’ expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, clenching onto the front of my shirt as she balanced herself on the tips of her toes.

“I wanted to surprise you.” I leaned in closer and nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck, savoring her delectable scent.

In all actuality, UGA had been the very first school I’d been accepted to and I’d mapped out my plan long before she or anyone else knew. Though I only chose to attend Syracuse’s summer camp, I decided to tell Hope that I’d actually be enrolling in the school to really seal the deal of surprising her. During the graduation ceremony back in May, I’d even excluded The University of Georgia from the list of schools I’d been accepted to, so for that I knew she could never assume I’d be making my way right behind her to Georgia.

With my hands still tightly gripping her waist, I grinned and flicked my tongue out over my lips when I felt her hands sliding up my chest, stopping and linking together at the back of my neck. She pulled me as close to her as her chest would allow and buried her face in the crook of my neck, pressing her lips against my flesh before leaning up until her lips were near my ear.

“God, I missed you so much Chris.” She whispered. Moving my hands down to her lower back, I slid them back up and discreetly made sure to maneuver them beneath the material of her crop top. If my hands weren’t deceiving me, I’d say she’d gotten a hell of a lot thicker in just a matter of months. Easing my hands down a bit further, I didn’t even bother to bite back a groan as I buried my face in her tropical scented hair while I groped her ass… either I was just losing my mind from months of sex deprivation or she was seriously fucking thick.

“I missed you too baby.” I mumbled, turning and stepping back until I felt the solid wall against my back. The bass of the music vibrated through my chest and I kept my hands glued to her waist, rocking her hips subtly from side to side. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and gazed up at me, catching the beat on her own and reached down to place her hands on the top of mine. She pried them off her waist and turned around, meshing her plump little ass against my crotch. My hands were planted on her waist again in seconds and I looked down at her, enjoying the view of her ass grinding side to side against me.

The entire moment was so surreal for me. I mean, there I was just leaning against the wall of a party in a school no one had a clue I would be attending, with the love of my life slow grinding against my growing erection to the tune of Jeremih’s 5 Senses. It didn’t even feel like I’d just driven all those miles from Syracuse. And just days ago, I was completely aggravated because I had to deal with a dumbass for a roommate and I’d been battling the strongest craving for what I quickly noted to be my new addiction… my face was buried in the crook of her neck and I reveled in the mouthwatering scent of whatever body spray or perfume she’d doused herself with. With a smirk, I twisted my tongue out and toyed with the ball in my mouth for a while, grunting and groaning incessantly as she pressed harder against me and ignored the few spectators we’d gained in a matter of minutes.

I couldn’t resist the urge to latch my hands into her hair as I stared down at the new style I’d failed to notice. She’d taken the time to straighten those platinum and honey blonde tresses and the tips of her hair rested… right above the crack of her ass. When the fuck did it get that long? With a low hiss and eyes weary and glazed with lust, I ran a hand up the length of her hair and pulled it back, watching as her head fell back against my shoulder.

“Baby,” leaning forward to press my lips against the side of her jaw, I kept my grip firm on those tresses and eyed her as her eyes squinted and finally shut, “Where are the restrooms?”

Hope

The feeling of him thrusting into me leisurely yet forcefully was almost too much to bear. The pain had since subsided and he was now on his way to replacing the ache of not feeling him in months with pure pleasure. I unsuccessfully bit back a squeal and attempted to ease back from him when I felt an unwelcome jolt against a spot that I’d nearly forgotten all about.

“Where you going baby?” He asked, gripping onto my thighs as he pulled me back to the edge of the countertop. He’d asked about the location of the restrooms in the middle of our slow dance and surprisingly, I was able to get us here quick enough to avoid him stripping me of my clothes in the middle of the dance floor. The choice was clear to him the moment we stepped around the corner leading to the hall with the restrooms in our lust infused frenzy… the ladies room would have to do for our rendezvous, seeing as it was the closet to us when we rounded that corner.

From where I sat propped against the extended countertop, I could see that these past few months had been good to him… better than I could have ever imagined. Before he left Virginia for Syracuse, he had an average physique for a high school basketball player… he was lean and muscular in all the necessary areas. But now, after months of waking up in the wee hours of the morning and running drills for hours every day… now he was burlier than I’d ever seen him. His arms projected from his shirt with a perspired sheen, accenting the ink embellishments and the muscles that seemed to have developed overnight. His abdomen was a replica of a washboard and I felt almost intimidated as I watched those muscles retract and constrict with every powerful thrust he delivered.

Biting down into my bottom lip, I tossed my head back and moaned as I brought my gaze up to meet his golden eyes. I couldn’t resist the urge to smirk as I adored the sight of his now deep butterscotch complexion and the luscious curls projecting with perfection from his head. His physical transformation had my body leaking like a broken faucet and coating his shaft as he continued to pummel in and out of me. He leaned down unexpectedly, trapping me between his body and the mirror behind me. His hands were flat against the glass, his forehead pressed against mine and his lower half was steady rocking back and forth, sending continuous bursts of undeniable pleasure through my womb.

“You been keeping this pussy tight and wet for me baby?” He huffed.

“Yeah.” I muttered, clenching my eyes shut.

“This shit is so fucking tight girl. You know how I like my pussy, don’t you?” Moaning out for him like a crazy person, I used the back of my neck and head to push myself forward to capture his lips with my own. Suckling his bottom lip into my mouth like a pacifier, I slithered the tip of my tongue over it, enjoying the sweet flavor of cherry lip balm. I could feel one of his hands toying at the tips of my hair and half a second later, he yanked my head back and eased his tongue, and the new little ball pierced through it, from the base of my neck up to my chin… all the while keeping himself balanced with one hand against the mirror.

With a sudden boost of confidence, I brought my hands up and pressed them flat against his chest, pushing him back away from me. He continued to thrust strategically, eyeing me with a teasing smirk as I moved up away from the mirrored wall and leaned close to him. My forehead was pressed against his and I arched my back, enjoying the friction his shirt created against my naked chest. I slid one hand up along the back of his neck and into the curls atop his head then used the other hand to brace myself on the countertop, gripping the edge of it so I wouldn’t slip thanks to the puddle beneath my thighs. With my legs now wrapped securely around his waist, I started up a slow grind on him and smiled once he caught onto my rhythm.

“Damn baby,” He grunted, glancing down past his incredibly toned and perfectly sculpted abdomen, “You see that shit? You making a mess girl.”

Dropping my gaze from his honey tainted eyes, I stared down past the connection his body made with mine and carefully watched as my excitement dripped all over the glossy counter, making a complete mess just as he’d said. I kept my hand glued to the top of his head, gently tugging at the curls there before sliding my hand down to the side of his face. My body shivered at the sensation of his fingertips gliding down the center of my back, stopping just above my butt. He pressed his lips against mine at that exact moment and slipped his tongue deep into my mouth, swiftly pressing both of his hands into my back. I gasped into his mouth, enduring the discomfort of his entire length filling me to the brim.

I didn’t know if it was because I hadn’t felt him in such a way in so long, but he felt much larger than what I was used to… the thing was literally like a child’s leg! Not like it wasn’t a healthy size before, but now… now it felt like he was simply ripping me apart. As I continued to focus on his enormity, he slid me completely off the counter and bounced me up and down offering me as many inches of himself that my body would allow.

“Oh God Chris… unnnnnnh!” I groaned, tossing my head back and leaning back to catch the edge of the counter before I slipped right out of his grasp. He gripped my waist loosely in his large hands as he dug in and out of me and I nearly lost all my senses the moment I felt him rotate his hips into figures eights.

I’d gotten so wrapped up in the whirlwind of passion we’d created in the five-stall space, I failed to realize we were indeed selfishly holding up the restroom as though there was no one else who’d need to use it. Chris had locked the door as soon as we set foot in the space, blocking any unnecessary spectators from walking in on our personal porn scene. We’d been locked away in this bathroom for nearly half an hour and I hadn’t thought twice about listening to anyone or anything other than Chris, but now it wasn’t hard to tell that there was a line forming just outside the locked door.

“Ba…by, the do… doooor.” I attempted to say as I rolled my head to one side and stared up at him. He kept his head low, focusing merely on the disappearing act his shaft performed.

“Fuck that,” He grunted huskily, glancing briefly into my eyes, “They can wait.”

My concern for anyone standing outside the door faded into thin air almost instantly and I found myself using the edge of the counter to balance myself as I met his thrusts halfway focusing on bringing us both to a much needed and well-deserved climax.

In the following minutes he gave me his all, thrusting into me with so much force and power I was sure my pelvic bone would snap at any second.

“Give me my nut girl,” He growled, leaning down and flattening both palms suddenly against the glossy counter, “Fuck this dick good and make it cum baby.”

Those words and that tone were all I needed to push me right over the edge… my head flew back, sending my hair flying about wildly and with a throaty moan, an intense series of convulsions washed over me and I instinctively pulled my legs back from his waist. He caught them before I could fully move away from him and plowed back into me mid-squirt.

I’d squirted all over his midsection, screaming and squealing like a mad woman because I didn’t know how else to convey just how wonderfully powerful this orgasm felt. Chris had already yanked me back to him and picked up his pace, completely ignoring my screams of insanity.

“Why you running? I ain’t tell you to go anywhere.” He fussed breathlessly.

“Chri… I can’t… bre…” My own breath was beginning to come out in short gusts and I just knew at any second I was sure to pass out.

“Make me cum and I’ll let you fucking breathe. Gimme that shit… what you holding it for?” He grunted, reaching down between my thighs to use his thumb to knead my clit. I reached up for my own hair and tugged at it desperately, nearly losing my mind and seeing stars as I reached my peak all over again… this time convulsing with so much strength that I pulled Chris into a whirlwind orgasm right along with me.

He cursed hysterically and with one final thrust, he gripped onto my hips and burrowed his fingertips into my skin, pulling his softening erection out and leaning down to press his lips against my perspired forehead “Fuck Hope, I really fucking missed your ass… and your pussy.”

With a huff and a giggle, I licked my parched lips and gripped onto his shoulders to pull myself into an upright position. The commotion outside the door grew to a level that neither of us could continue to ignore and I sighed and pushed Chris back from me, sliding down to my feet and leaning against him to keep my balance after my legs nearly gave out.

“Why the fuck can’t they wait a damn minute?” He fussed. I rested my head against his chest and peered up at him, giving him a warning glare to let him know he needed to calm down. He took heed to my firm stare and after a few minutes of helping me pull my clothes back on, he boldly headed for the door and unlocked it, pulling it open to reveal himself to the livid turned adoring eyes of the feisty females barricading the outside of the door.

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The Raven King, Chapter 6 – The Return Of Sassmaster McSavage

In which the Foxes and the Ravens meet, no one has any kind of chill, everyone has eaten a healthy dose of Extra and Dramatic for breakfast, and no one can keep their mouths shut – but most importantly, in which shit gets so, so fucking real.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

You guys.

You GUYS.

Remember how you keep telling me I’m not even ready?

Yeah. ABOUT THAT.

I am writing this immediately after just because I could not wait to comment on the absolute FUCKERY that went down just now.

Fun drinking game: Take a shot every time I swear in this chapter. I have no chill left.

Let’s start at the beginning.

They pulled onto the interstate with thirteen people on board: the Fox team, the two-man staff, and Aaron’s and Nicky’s dates.

Shame. I would have paid to see Andrew and Renee going as wonderful platonic goalie BFF dates.

It quickly becomes obvious that we’re in for a wild fucking ride when Mighty And Stoic Kevin Day already starts having panic attacks while still on the bus.

It wasn’t just Riko Kevin was afraid of. In twenty minutes, he’d be facing his entire former team. (…) Neil didn’t know much about [Tetsuji Moriyama]. The one time Kevin mentioned him he’d slipped and called him “the master”. Neil didn’t need to hear anything else after that.

Oh yeah. THAT SHIT.

Seriously what the FUCK is up with that family. This is 24601 shades of fucked up.

Wymack, sensing Kevin’s panic (not that that’s fucking hard at the moment) resorts to some ah – unorthodox methods to keep his striker calm.

Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as possible. Go.”

It was alarming how much a man could drink when he needed an emotional crutch.

Kevin doesn’t need an emotional crutch, Kevin needs an emotional wheelchair. An emotional prosthesis. Jeez. I’d be drinking, too, if I had to go meet my lifelong abusers face-to-face at a fucking banquet, having to make polite conversation with the people who broke my hand, my self-esteem and probably my will to live.

Also, I’m starting to consider Wymack not the dad of the team, but more the grumpy uncle – not huge on emotional sappiness, getting them hard liquor, constantly calling them out on their bullshit, yet loving them all fiercely. #dicksoutforwymack

Wymack (…) turned to Neil.

“You,” he said, “attempt to behave this time. Don’t pick fights with him today.”

“Yes, Coach.”

Meaning: So, so many fights will be picked today. So many. You are not even ready for all the fight-picking my short-tempered sassy ass is about to do.

With that, the banquet is off!

Thick cushioned mats covered the polished floor to keep table legs and chairs from scraping up the wood. (…) Neil had never seen so many people on an Exy court before. There was still plenty of room to walk around between the tables, but Neil hated seeing a court repurposed like this.

Oh my gooooooood shut the hell up you obsessed knob. It’s not being used right now, so we might as well use it to fit everyone for the banquet. It’s just a wooden floor, for fuck’s sake.

And now – this is where shits starts getting good.

Did I say Neil was Extra™? Did I complain about Kevin being too dramatic?

Forget all that. Meet the true masters of Extra And Dramatic™ – introducing: The Edgar Allan Ravens.

The Ravens hadn’t brought dates. They hadn’t brought any colour along, either. All twenty-two of them were dressed head-to-toe in black. The twenty men wore the same shirts and slacks, and the two women wore identical dresses. They even sat the same way, all with their right elbows on the table, all of them with their chins in their hands.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS.

Uniform is one thing, but sitting the same way, like ARE YOU ACTUALLY REAL. HOW IS THIS AN ACTUAL THING ACTUAL PEOPLE FUCKING DO.

Of course, some sly fucker in the organization committee had the hilarious idea to sit the two teams directly across from each other. Of fucking course.

Dan, ever the model captain, introduces herself and her team to Riko, as if he didn’t get completely annihilated on national TV by her striker just a few weeks ago.

That Fucker™, however, isn’t having it.

“I know who you are,” Riko said. “Who here doesn’t? You’re the woman who captains a Class I team. You’ve done admittedly well despite your disadvantages.”

“What disadvantages?”

“Do you really want me to start listing them?” Riko asked. “This is only a two-day event, Hennessey.”

OI SCREW YOU YA BIG FUCKNOODLE. I will not have you insult my treasured lionheart daughter like that.

Also, I thought her name was Wilds? The fuck is a Hennessey.

(Side note: I am sorry you guys, this recap is going to be ridiculously long. Every single line here is gold. Blame Nora for writing the sassiest, shadiest, most shocking and just in general best chapter of this series so far.)

It’s time for a new character introduction, one I’ve heard many of you ramble on about on the interwebs – that French dude.

Neil didn’t recognize the man, but he didn’t need to ask. The black number three tattooed on his left cheekbone meant he could be no one but Jean Moreau.

Lovely. Another one of those dumb ass face tattoo fuckers. I’m filing you as French and pretentious, my dude.

“You look familiar,” Jean said in heavily accented English.

“If you watched Kathy’s show you saw me there,” Neil said.

“Ah, you are right. That must be it. What was your name again? Alex? Stefan? Chris?”

In eight years on the run Neil had been through sixteen countries and twenty-two names. Hearing one name from Jean wouldn’t mean anything. Hearing three wasn’t a coincidence.

Alright, French and pretentious AND TERRIFYING. COOL.

What the hell??? How??

“Blame my mother,” Neil said. “She named me.”

“How is she doing, by the way?” Riko asked.

That Fucker™ knows. He knows.

This was bound to come around at some point. Kevin being too traumatized to recognize Neil was nothing short of amazing, but I guess we can’t always be that lucky.

It was nice knowing you, Neil, because your ass is fucking dead.

Neil might have answered, but Dan beat him to it with an annoyed “Don’t antagonize my team, Riko. This isn’t the place for it.”

“I was being polite,” Riko said. “You haven’t seen me antagonistic yet.”

And I don’t think I fucking want to, hombre.

Excuse me for a second while I nerd out over the most unexpected reference of this entire series:

Neither of them [Kevin and Jean] had anything else to say to each other, but they stared each other down unblinking. Andrew lost interest before long and leaned forward.

“Jean,” he said. “Hey, Jean. Jean Valjean. Hey. Hey. Hello.”

……………………………. did you just.

JEAN VALJEAN. AS IN, BREAD DAD. AS IN, THE PROTAGONIST OF ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MUSICALS/FILMS/FANDOMS OF ALL TIME. Like, I’ve done Les Mis cosplay. Several times. That’s how dedicated I am.

I AM #SHOOK.

However, I am decidedly not liking Jean Valjean – or either of That Fucker™’s posse, actually. They first take a few moments to talk shit about Andrew (“publicity stunt”, can you fuck the fuck off) and then they come for my firstborn daughter Renee.

The woman now on Riko’s right gave a loud snort. “If someone like that replaced you in goal, you must be downright terrible. I can’t wait to watch one of your matches. I think it will be entertaining. We would make a drinking game of it but we don’t want to die of alcohol poisoning.”

“Yeah, that’s be a shame,” Dan said with heavy sarcasm.

DAN <33333

My darling angel, however, doesn’t take the bait.

“Do we have to start off so poorly?”

“Why not? You’re poor at everything else you do,” the woman said. “Is it honestly fun to be so terrible?”

“I imagine we have more fun than you do, yes,” Renee said.

Correction: My darling angel does take the bait – and brings the fucking shade.

“Fun is for children,” Jean said, looking away from Andrew.

If he’d been going to say anything else, he forgot it when he got a good look at Renee.

First of all – “fun is for children”, can you fucking chill, Monsieur Pretentieux Superlatif.

Second of all – what’s that “suddenly stopping talking when he sees Renee” thing about?? Do they have shared history as well? Is he just blinded by her angelic beauty and wants to bone her?

I am absolutely NOT LIKING the latter possibility. Protect my daughter.

The Ravens continue being The Absolute Worst™, talking about how Kevin “belongs” to them (can u fuckin not) and should come to his senses and return to them (as fucking if).

“You should reconsider our offer before we rescind it for good, Kevin. Face the facts. You pet is and always be dead weight. It’s time to –“

“What?” Andrew turned a wide-eyed look on Kevin. “You have a pet and never told us? Where do you keep it, Kevin?”

ANDREW LET ME LOVE YOU. I had to laugh so hard at that, oh my god. That’s the only proper way to respond to something like that, tbh.

That Fucker™, however, has found a new target to harass – ya boi Neil, who has kept admirably quiet so far and has probably bitten off his own tongue at this point trying to avoid bursting out in sass rants.

That is, until That Fucker™ comes for his mom.

“What a coward,” Riko said with exaggerated disappointment. “Just like his mother.”

Cue the moment I stopped breathing.

“You know, I get it,” Neil said. “Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court – yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time.”

HOLY FUCKING –

“I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you are physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.”

I had to take a moment. I had to put the book down and fucking scream for a moment.

SASSMASTER MCSAVAGE STRIKES AGAIN, Y’ALL.

I AM YELLING AND CLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE AN EXCITED SEAL FFS NEIL I L O V E Y O U.

Neil leaned forward and look down at the table at Dan, who sat with her face buried in her hands.

“Dan, I said please. I tried to be nice.”

Oh my GOD. That is just the cherry on top of the sundae of EPICNESS that just went down.

I SAID PLEASE.

I cannot handle this. I cannot. Holy shit.

Jean turned on Kevin and spoke in quick, furious French. “What the hell is this?”

“His antagonism is a personality flaw we’ve learned to live with,” Kevin said.

Pfftftftftftt. Kevin is entirely done with this situation and I love it.

However, fun times are immediately the fuck over, as Jean Valjean hints at someone having “bought” Neil and assumes Kevin had recruited him because of that.

And just as I was beginning to wonder hat hell he is talking about – he drops this.

“Riko will have a few moments of your time later,” Jean said. “I suggest you speak with him if you do not want everyone to know you are the Butcher’s son.”

WHAT.

OH SHIT T H E Y K N O W I FUCKING SAID IT OH SHIT WHAT.

Kevin, who has skillfully repressed his memories of Neil up until this point, is about as shocked by this development as I am and has to go have some emergency vodka, like, asap.

Neil, on the other hand, shows some wonderful, wonderful signs of character development.

“Neil, if you can’t be here say so,” Wymack said. “Abby can take you elsewhere until it’s time to leave. Get out of here and get some fresh air.”

It was the perfect opening, but Neil couldn’t take it. If he did, he really would go, and he wouldn’t come back. Running wasn’t easy, but it was easier than trusting Andrew. But Neil remembered the weight of a key in his palm, its metal soaked through with another person’s body heat. He remembered Andrew’s promise to see this year through with him.

“No,” Neil said, finally finding his voice. “I knew this was going to happen. I just wasn’t ready for it. I’m fine.”

Ma BOY <3 Neil slowly learning to trust people and deal with his problems is my No 1 kink.

Actually, No 2 kink. No 1 would be Neil absolutely shade-wrecking people.

They leave their mess of a seating arrangement and find some new spots elsewhere, and later go mingling with the other teams. This goes surprisingly well, mostly due to the fact that it gives Neil and Kevin an excuse to talk about Exy and Exy alone – which is, as we all know, the only fucking thing those two morons can talk about.

However, those admirable avoiding tactics only go well for so long.

It took him a few seconds to realize the Ravens were coming. The entire team was crossing the court toward Kevin, walking in V formation like a flock of birds going south.

Are you serious. What level of dramatic holy SHIT.

Did they, like, form this like a dance formation before walking over? Riko instructing everyone where to stand, ‘no, you over there, leave equal amounts of space, come on guys, just form a diagonal line, we need to get going, we need to look intimidating, gUYS’

Or do they do this so often that is has become second nature by now and it’s just how they go everywhere?

I genuinely don’t know which option I find funnier.

But wait – it gets better.

Riko stopped further away than Neil thought he would, but Neil understood a moment later. The rest of the Ravens kept going, flipping their V until they’d trapped the three Foxes between them.

I am crying so much how is this a thing you do, literally what level of Extra and Dramatic™ are you ON, I cannot deal with this.

Please – next time I comment on how extra the Foxes are being, remind me of The V Incident.

Now, just as I was thinking ‘oh shit, this is going to go south again so quickly’… Foxes to the rescue!

Renee appeared out of nowhere at Kevin’s other side. She looped one arm through Kevin’s and held her free hand out to Jean. “Jean, wasn’t it? My name is Renee Walker. We didn’t really get a chance to talk earlier.”

Confusion eased Jean’s stoic mask into something more than a little uncomfortable, be he accepted her handshake. “Jean Moreau.”

For real, I’m so interested in what the fuck is going on with these two. My money is on shared history. This could be my Renee’s-backstory-hungry brain talking, but reading their passages this sounds v v likely.

Did someone say backstory??

[Matt] held out his hand but didn’t look surprised when no one took it. “Guess the pleasure’s all mine.”

“We’re sure it is,” the Raven striker said, “seeing how you’re dating a prostitute.”

“Stripper,” Dan corrected as she showed up and wound an arm around Matt’s waist. (…) “Hopefully you’re smart enough to distinguish between the two professions. If you’re not, I have serious concerns about your academic standings.”

FUCK, YEAH.

DAN, MY GIRL MY DUDE MY DAUGHTER.

She was a stripper! Holy shit! And she’s not ashamed of it, but admits it freely and is even proud of it! Holy! Shit!

Positive depictions of sex workers in pop culture is so, so rare, and I’m so happy we get some here. I did not expect this and I’m v pleasantly surprised right now.

“Hennessey, right?” one of the strikers said. “Such a good name for such a fierce spirit.”

“We were a little disappointed that you didn’t sign up as part of the entertainment tonight,” one of the others said. “We were looking forward to the show.” (…)

The striker grinned at Matt over [Dan’s] shoulder, then tilted forward and sucked a deep breath against her neck.

Dan brought her stilettos between his legs inn a vicious punch.

I repeat myself: FUCK. YEAH.

Also, that’s what a Hennessey is. Noted.

Fun backstory done – That Fucker, Senior™ has arrived. Tetsuji Moriyama is about everything I don’t want near my Foxes, combined into one slimy sack of asshole. The whole “master” thing still both scares and infuriates me.

However, we don’t have to spend long enjoying his absolutely unenjoyable company as Neil is called off to have a little tête-à-tête with That Fucker, Junior™.

“Nathaniel, it has been so long.”

NATHANIEL???????

Did we just discover Neil’s true name, holy shit?????

Nathaniel is a beautiful name, though. I’ve always liked it. Shame.

Apparently, the way That Fucker™ could find Neil so quickly was by getting a glass with Neil’s fingerprints on it from Kathy Ferdinand. Well, fuck.

Riko started across the room on slow steps. “Jean says Kevin did not know who you are. After seeing Kevin’s reaction, I’m inclined to believe him. (…) But you must know who you are, so I am very, very curious to know what you think you are doing.”

Bitch, aren’t we all! Aren’t we fucking all!!

And now- we’ve reached the point where shit gets so, so painfully real.

Did I say earlier I stopped breathing when Neil was dragging Riko?

Fuck that. That was nothing compared to what followed next.

I was not remotely ready.

“You have already cost my family a sizeable fortune and eight years of trouble.”

“How?” Neil asked. “The money I took was my father’s.” (…)

“Nothing your father owned was his!” Riko snapped.

What.

Riko grabbed Neil by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. Neil’s head hit hard enough to rattle teeth.

“I refuse to believe she never told you. All this time running and you never asked why?”

What.

“You were not running from your father, Nathaniel. You were running from his master.”

WHAT.

WHAT IN THE FUCKING WHAT????

What Riko was suggesting was impossible. The Butcher was one of the biggest names on the eastern seaboard. He made Baltimore his home, but his territory extended from D.C. to outer Newark. He had a fiercely loyal syndicate and a penchant for grotesque executions. (…)

If the Moriyamas really were powerful enough to keep a man like the butcher under lock and key Neil was so far in over his head he might as well be six feet under.

That is amazingly worded, well done. Also, I’m kinda peeing my pants here.

If I’ve looked this up correctly, that’s a territory about twice the size of New York City.

Like. Imagine controlling New York City. And then that – TWICE.

And THEN imagine controlling the guy who controls all of that, and then some more.

Yeah. You dead, bro.

“Learn your place. I will never tolerate this level of disrespect from you again. Do you understand?”

Neil was already in his coffin. He might as well nail it shut. “Yeah, I understand you’re a complete asshole.”

Riko: Neil, no.

The Foxes: Neil, no.

Common sense: Neil, no.

Me: NEIL, FUCK NO.

Neil: Neil, yes.

Thankfully, Matt arrives in order to save Neil from digging his sass-induced grave even deeper, and after some nice threats about ratting his shitty ass behaviour out to the ERC, Riko finally fucks off.

“I don’t think Riko likes me very much. Should I be disappointed?”

Are you fucking serious bruh. Are you serious.

Matt looked skyward as if searching for patience.

Which is, incidentally, the No 1 reaction people have to Neil speaking more than a few polite sentences at a time.

Never talk to me or my short-tempered sassmaster idiot son ever again.

And with that trainwreck of an encounter, the Foxes take their curt leave from the banquet. Some more comments are made – Neil and Kevin will have A Talk™ tomorrow, Andrew got called Doe earlier by Jean Valjean because that was his preliminary surname when he entered the foster system (which probably means the Ravens also know more about Andrew than we should be comfortable with) – but all of that pales in comparison to the absolute FUCKERY we just witnessed.

Holy shit.

I have to go, like, breathe into a bag for five hours.

See you Wednesday.

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The Game(15)

Julian

Well the day is here. Our first away game. Unlike how things use to be from what I'm told when games are on Friday's they moved to Saturday. It's not a big change but we get a little relaxing time before games instead of going from school straight to practice and then the game.

Since it's the weekend I'm at work. I've been a junior mechanic for a couple years but my dad just started paying me. He's taught me everything I know. My first car actually was one out of a junk yard that we put back together ourselves. It was good bonding for us and I learned a lot of what I know now.

I enjoy it nice pay plus I spend most weekends with my dad his girl and my sister. She's the sweetest little thing. I call her cupcake just cause she's small and cute.

"Miss your car is ready." I drop the tip half of my jumpsuit over my waist. "Everything should be moving nice and smooth now if not blame my dad he taught me this stuff."

"You are so handsome and look so much like your father." She winked punching my cheek. "Can you take tips?"

"I'm sure I can." I smirk.

She nods slipping something on my hand kissing my cheek. I pass her the keys and open her door.

"You mackin on the job son?" My dad grabbed my shoulders. "Cougars huh?"

"Nah just being nice." A hundred dollar tip...I'll be nice more often. "That was my last one I think."

"Yeah go ahead and head home I should be there soon."

"Ok you need me to pick up cupcake?" On the weekends she goes to some camp thing. It's just somewhere for parents who work on weekends to leave their kids.

"If you can Beth should be home by now."

The day no one saw my dad moved on. It took him so time to finally see mom was through with him. He use to constantly ask me about her shit got on my last nerves.

By the time I got to the school they weren't out yet but it was almost time. I killed it by being on my Snap. Everyone I follow username goes by their name in my phone outside some ppl from Instagram or celebrities.

Pookie♥️(future)

Looks like some got their hair done for the game. I swear she makes my heart skip a beat. That smile just....uh!

"Julian?"

"Joan hey." I've seen her around school a lot we have a few classes together. "You picking up a sibling?"

"No I work here everyday after school and a few weekends. What are you doing here?"

"Picking up my sister."

"Cool you look nice."

I had on my oily jumpsuit. "Uh thanks you to."

"So are you ready for the game tonight first of the season and it's away." She sat next to me smiling wide.

"Yeah way ready we gonna bring home a big win. You coming to the game?"

"Of course I'm gonna be the loudest one there cheering for you I mean the team."

.....ok.

"Julian!" My sister came running over.

I scoop her up spinning. "Hey cupcake." She kissed my cheek hugging me but pushed off me.

"Who are you and why are you talking to my brother?"

Joan gasp looking at me. "Um hi I'm Joan a friend of your brother."

"Oh well ok just don't be so close to him he already has a girlfriend. Right Julian?"

"Um who you talking about?"

"Stanley duh!" She hopped out my arms.

"Your cousin?"

"She's not my cousin but that is who she's talking about."

She looked at me for a second with this look. Yeah I know she got some crush or whatever on me but I'm taken. Stanley may not be my girl officially yet but we're taking things slow which doesn't mean I can go entertaining other girls just because. My feelings for Stanley are beyond real so the day she says she's ready I'm going all out.

We gonna go on a bomb ass mind blowing first date imma spoil her rotten she'll never question my feelings for her. Is the feeling love? I don't think it is but I just know that will come soon.

After that awkward encounter I walked off. "Julian isn't Stanley your girlfriend?"

"Not yet but she's very special to me."

"Well why isn't she yet what are you waiting for!?"

"She wants to take things slow because I would be her first boyfriend."

Me and my sister are really close as you can see. I tell her everything and treat her like a princess. She already knows how a guy should and should treat her when he likes her. It's a instant thing to be super protective over any woman in a mans life from family to friends.

Before heading home I got us some slurpee's.

"Hey Beth."

She's nice pretty good in a kitchen. "Hey Julian thanks for picking her up. Dinner should be ready for you leave for the game."

"Cool you coming?"

"Yeah...you think your mom will be ok with this I just don't want any drama." She placed a plate in front of me. Meat loaf mashed potatoes and greens.

"Trust me my mom is not worried." ******** "Let's go cobras lets go! Let's go cobras let's go!"

The team walked off the bus into the graffiti covered school. The cheer leads wave the pompoms as we enter the gym. Both sides covered in students from each school.

I love this the big hype before the game. After setting my things down I started shooting around with the other players.

"Man I am so ready for this game to start!" Mike my best friend said shaking me around. "We gonna stomp these niggas to the ground."

Laughing I shoot still hearing the sweet swish even with all the other noise.

Stanley

I know I should’nt be as nervous as I am since I'm just a cheerleader. All we do is keep our side hyped up and try to throw off the other side. This is my first time cheering in front of more than the girls and a few students. I can just feel my nerves getting to me...I need a breather.

"Stanley ah this is it!" Mona jumped shaking her pompoms in my face.

"Girls smile!" Mom called out blinding us really quick. "Ah you two look so cute!"

"I don't remember those skirts being that small." Dad came up behind her.

"Oh please Chris like you cared how short my skirt was back then."

"Yeah you right...see if you can barrow one we can do somethings." He kisses her neck and walks off.

"He's so gross. I'm gonna go get some air really quick." Mona nods going back to the rest of the cheer team.

After standing outside for a while I went back in and to the water fountain. While drinking someone laughed.

"Mighty thirsty huh?"

Blushing I step away from the fountain. "Just some nerve drinking. Shouldn't you be on the court?"

"Yeah but I saw you come out here and wanted to make sure you were ok." He walked up taking my hands.

"Oh I-I'm fine just a little nervous...kind of silly huh?"

"No I'm nervous to buy I have you here cheering me on there no way I'll lose tonight."

My face had to be cherry red by now. "I guess so but we should probably get out there the game is starting soon."

"Ok but first...good luck kiss?"

One kiss wouldn't hurt right? But is this really the perfect place for a first kiss? Smiling I moved a little closer his hands moving to my waist. Before we could even try it that girl from the hall came out the gym doors.

"There you are look I made this shirt." She ran up pulling him from me. Turning her little fake jersey had his number hand written on both sides with "#1 Fan" on the back. "Cute right!?"

"Uh yeah. Joan this is Stanley...pookie this is Joan she's new to the school."

"Hi." I waved.

She nods chuckling. "Cheerleader huh? You know I thought about joining the team."

"Oh you should it's really fun."

"I heard big I'm not sure if I'm ready for what comes with the name." She shrugged.

"What you mean?" Julian came back next to me. I noticed her tense up but I don't think he did.

"Well for one the uniforms always so small and tight plus the whole purpose of them is to entertain...it's like the beginners for a life as a stripper." She laughed. "And then you know it's the whole thing that most cheerleaders are sluts who sleep with anything wearing a varsity jacket."

"I think that's more of a stereotype planted by tv shows. We simply just keep everyone pumped there's nothing wrong with putting a smiles on people faces. Only a simple minded person would actually believe everything they hear or see especially if it's something you personally know nothing about. But then again cheerleading isn't for everyone. Only so many have the spirt, personality, and overall it factor to be a cheerleader."

She looked me up and down sly but quick. "Very true I just have to much self respect to down myself as something so degrading to young woman."

"Clearly not to much since you considered it." Julian chuckled beside me. "I think we should head in it was nice meeting you."

"Yeah you to. Win big Julian see you on the side line Steve." She smirked.

"As well John remember go cobras!"

After she was out I look at Julian. "Baby that was dope as hell you really took her down a level." He squeezed me kissing my cheek.

"Why did she come at me like that? I don't even know that girl."

I hate when people are just rude for no reason. All that dumb stuff she said about cheerleaders like for what!?

"I don't know I think she got a crush on me or something. Who cares tho cause I got my girl already. You coming out with us after the win tonight?"

His arms wrap around my waist pulling me in closer than before. "I might."

Chuckling he cups my face. "I want you to be there ok?"

I nod not being able to form any real words right now. Leaning down he kisses my cheek inches from my lips.

Eventually we go back into the gym just before they started the national anthem. While standing I look just randomly around the gym and happen to unfortunate see that Joan chick. She was already looking at me but rolled her eyes.

"Who the hell is that?" Moan whispered.

"Joan some new girl."

"Well why is she looking over here rolling her eyes and shit. Does she not know I beat ass?"

Chuckling I turn away. "She likes Julian or something and makes it so obvious. She made a shirt with his jersey number and #1 fan on the back."

"Really well you need to tell her to take her thirsty ass back wherever she came from. She know about y'all?"

"She does now...she caught us in the halls talking. Turns out she a petty little thing just talked about cheerleaders saying we're beginner strippers then had the nerve to call me Steve."

"You wanna jump her after the game!"

"No Mona I'm just gonna leave her to be jealous and petty. Julian doesn't want her so I haven nothing to worry about."

I look back over she she's whispering and laughing to some other girls pointing our way.

"And if she continues to try at Julian?"

"I'll just politely ask her to back off. Not everything has to end in violence Mona." She put her hands up shrugging.

The game was about to start with the tip off. Julian went to center court. Looking my way he points then makes a heart with his hands. Blushing I blow him a kiss. I haven nothing to worry about.

"Go Julian!!"

"Damn could she be any louder. I say you do something to just show her that she needs to back off."

Through out the game I just cheered on for our team. One of the guys from our side just made a shot and everyone erupts in loud screams. The other team got fouled and went up to the free throw line. We shake around our pompoms to distract him making him miss.

By the end our school won. Everyone ran to the center crowding the team. Someone grabbed me from behind. "My good luck charm." Julian kissed my cheek before letting go.

"My boy!" His dad came putting him in a head lock.

The rest of the family came over praising him.

"Y'all see those shots man took me back to my high school days." Dad sighed.

Some lady and a little girl came over hugging him. "Guys this is my dad girlfriend Beth and my sister as you all know." They both waved. "This is my aunt Camila uncle Chris cousins Mona Maurice Maliki Morgan Mylan, this is Stanley their adopted daughter, my mom Isabel future step dad Max brother Chase, my other aunt Rebecca and my fake cousins Elias and Amanda."

"Wow big family. It's nice to meet you all."

"So are you her mom." Mona asked her.

"No but I love her and Julian like my own."

Everyone left out the gym ready to head to the celebration party. Julian said it's at some pizza place. Mona said she's gonna call it a night.

"Please come you know I'm gonna be the outsider." I begged trying to pull her out the car.

"Julian will be there relax and have fun."

"But not to much fun and be home by 11." Dad said turning me to him. "If I don't see you by 11:02 I'm hunting somebody down."

"Ok ok got it."

"Pookie come on girl everybody leaving!"

I slowly walk over getting in his car. We drove not to long before getting to the pizza place. I didn't see any of the others cars actually it wasn't many cars at all around here.

"Where is everyone?" I asked when he came opening my door.

Ignoring my question he lead the way into the restaurant. "Hi welcome how many?" The host greets us.

"Two please."

Two? She took us to a table leaving menus.

"Uh Julian what's going on?"

"This isn't where the party is I told you a little fib." He smiled taking me hand.

"Then why are we here?"

"I wanted to just spend time with you. Now this isn't a date per say but I see it as like a pre first date."

Oh.

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grizzlefur · 8 years ago

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WWEm - Word of the Year 2017

Transmission date: Monday 30/Tuesday 31 January 2017.

Ass-wrestling's cancelled, so instead, let's have some SUNDAY AFTERNOON RAW! .

if you haven't watched the rumble already, maybe go do that? .

just turn off before the actual rumble match .

for the full experience in less time, just imagine being personally attacked by the spectre of creeping disappointment .

tl; dr: the year counter in WWE creative must have some kind of overflow problem, because the main event of wrestlemania in 2017 is going to be cena v orton .

but let's leave that until smackdown .

this week we're in laredo, and here come kevin and chris .

recap videos of the shark cage match so i can remember how good it was .

(pretty damn good) .

the only problem with the dq finish is they're totally going to use it as an excuse to keep owens/reigns rolling until mania .

kevin is piiiiiiiiissed .

presumably for the same reason .

also because fuck you foley i'm the best at everything .

honestly kind of weird seeing him get this worked up rather than just wry .

sets up a whole thing about thanking the man who helped him win, ends up thanking chris .

classic wwe, etc. .

oh yeah, chris got a record at the rumble .

longest cumulative rumble time .

rechristening himself 'the 61-minute man' .

which sounds like there should be a joke in there, but i can't find it .

claiming the only reason he didn't win the rumble is because of a terrible case of vertigo and that's whBRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH .

oh hey, kevin was coincidentally just about to thank braun .

funny that .

immediate thank you strowman chants .

we are all united in our hatred of roman .

including braun .

he interfered because he hates roman, and kevin offered him a title shot like a month ago .

braun has conveniently brought the relevant footage .

and wants his title shot tonight .

or he breaks kevin like a charmingly-québécois twig .

and now, foley .

wearing even uglier upholstery than usual .

but green, for once .

so much for brand coordination .

kevin is leaning on the fact that he had a massive match the night before so shouldn't have to put the title up tonight

foley like hey kevin that's an excellent idea but let me float a counter-proposal of go fuck yourself .

so that's our main event tonight .

i should probably clarify, that's owens/strowman for the title, not kevin fucking himself .

(something something PG era) .

and now we have sami/jericho, in the battle of the men who probably should have won the rumble .

they keep referring to jericho's 26-year career in commentary

normally i would be using this to make a crack about him being old, but it's just struck me that the man has legit been wrestling longer than i've been alive .

i mean, he's retired approximately 173 times, but still .

this is a really strong technical match, but that shouldn't be surprised .

or indeed surprising .

sami ends up in the walls, spends possibly the longest time i've ever seen anyone tease a tap

comes out of it like fuck your submission hold, exploder suplex to helluva kick for the win .

cos you don't need your back and/or legs for those, right? .

up next, seth deals with the fallout of inserting himself into events where he wasn't wanted .

while braun gets a title match for...hey, wait a second .

but first, cesaro and sheamus argue backstage .

and bayley breaks them up to remind them that AS YOU KNOW they have a mixed tag match with charlotte and the club tonight .

a+ exposition .

here are said heels to taunt them over not having belts as shiny as theirs .

omg, gallows called them nerds .

shocking .

oh ok, apparently what we have now is just a recap of everything that's been going on with seth .

in case you just came into watching wwe off the rumble .

which...is not the unlikeliest thing to happen, now i think of it .

so hey, sound thinking, wwe .

although i can't help but think that maybe the way to make your show accessible to new viewers would be to not have its central storylines dependent on three years of continuity .

but hey, i'm among the worst continuity nerds .

so i should probably drop this thread .

OH LOOK IT'S STEPH AND KEVIN .

(seamless) .

kevin is whining to her, but you could probably have filled that in yourself .

steph modelling her best business suit/transparent shirt combo .

slightly odd .

she's agreed to try and get the title match cancelled .

but now, cruiserweights .

with only a brief segue into possibly-accurate rumble attendance figures and THAT BLOODY SONG .

ahem .

but yes, now cruiserweights .

we have tony nese vs somebody .

big recap video of his (really good) fight with tjp on 205 last week .

so of course, he's fighting mustafa .

not that i'm complaining, i love mustafa .

nese stops fighting to show off his weird biceps again .

"...Guy really loves his biceps, that's one thing I've learned about Tony Nese." .

well no shit, austin .

although that's still one more thing than we know about the cipher that is drew gulak .

ali's rolling neckbreaker through the ropes is still one of those spots i probably shouldn't love anywhere near as much as i do .

ali sets up for the inverted 450, nese knocks him off the turnbuckle into a really ugly danny-burch-head-blood kind of landing, then puts his knee through his head for the pin .

that needs a name .

other than the obvious 'tony knee' .

austin gives nese an interview about how people might say he has no charisma, nese is just like fuck you aries and leaves .

which i guess is one way to do an interview .

rumble 2018 confirmed for philadelphia .

i can get behind this, the wells fargo's a good venue .

...next up in things that make you think you might watch too much wrestling .

anyway .

now it's time for seth v consequences .

seth comes out like hey this is live tv steph was meant to come out first and call me out but fuck it let's do this .

this can only improve the situation .

steph comes out, seth immediately drops a shitty sex joke .

sigh .

i want to like you, seth .

steph does not give 3 femtoshits about seth's crap .

just like oh hey you turned your back on us and ever since that your career has been a parade of failure and shit funny how that works .

seth grandstands some more, steph just stands there with a look of oh really like i should care .

seth is leaning on the fact that he doesn't have anything to lose any more .

apart from, yknow, your job .

threatens to invade steph's business, implicitly threatens her children, promises to kill her husband .

keeping it classy .

steph is like oh hey remember that bit when i said hunter was in no way coming to this arena to hand you your own spleen WELL THAT WAS THE OPPOSITE OF TRUE .

so i guess we're getting that later .

end of segment, roll kevin/braun recap tape .

just realised .

"You say you went to hell and back last night, but it seems to me that might be a round trip, because you might be going back there tonight!" .

foley, do you understand what words mean .

that's not the phrase for when you go somewhere, come back, and then go there again, because that's not a thing that people do .

moving on from mick's battles with the english language, now we have that mixed tag match .

cesaro has bayley arm streamers on, sheamus is just like what the fuck i don't even know you .

cesaro and bayley stop to hug fans on the way down the ramp, sheamus just stalks off down the ramp shaking his head sadly .

those belts do not suit gallows and anderson's gear at all .

anderson does the backwards belt spin thing for some reason, has never looked so uncomfortable with anything .

dolph ziggler he is not .

first advert for fastlane, only took them like an hour .

apparently charlotte's ppv record is going to go up to 1000-0 .

because she'll be active in ppvs until she's 120, according to graves .

the steadicam guy is doing really close tracking shots on sheamus as he runs back and forth, and i think i've got chris's bad case of vertigo .

charlotte punches sheamus in the back to break the ten beats of the bodhrán .

cesaro and bayley ignore the basic principles of tag team wrestling, cesaro shits the bed on a double-step crossbody to the outside, belly to bayley for the win .

well, that was...weird and sloppy .

huh .

and now, steph shouts at mick in her luxuriously-appointed office .

it has walls and everything .

they've got the good shit in laredo .

mick actually does some shouting back .

steph tries to call the random appearance of hhh's music in seth's last match a technical error, mick actually comes back with look, i grant you that tonight i look stupid (he does), but i'm not .

so he's browbeaten her into allowing the kevin/braun match in return for him not escalating the situation .

i'm pretty sure this isn't how you do workplace negotiation, but hey .

but now, the reigning cruiserweight goblin king .

carrying the belt as though he couldn't care less .

throws it into the ring as he makes his entrance .

hangs a promo on the fact that he proved the wwe universe wrong, and somewhere kevin's like dude i did that not two hours ago .

interruption by rich .

to be magnanimous in defeat but also taunt him .

like dude nobody hates you this war between you and the world is entirely in your head .

just come back to the light side dude .

it's nice to have people call wrestlers out on their entirely imagined grudges occasionally .

neville like fuck you you don't shake hands with a king .

so rich just walks off like fuck that noise .

neville unsurprisingly coldcocks him, cue brawl .

a brawl including notably more topes than usual .

neville slinks off, leaves the belt in the ring .

apparently later we get enzo/cass v rusev/jinder in a tornado tag match .

which is apparently going to bring an end to that feud .

we can only hope .

and hey, i do love tornado matches .

but at the same, fuck this feud .

apparently mania is 62 days away .

well, i guess it's 56 now .

hooray for time displacement .

recap video of the slightly underwhelming sasha/nia match from sunday, so i guess we're doing that now .

(not the most disappointing women's match of the weekend, of course) .

sasha is getting her knee taped up for a match with nia, bayley walks in like hey sis um btw you should probably not cripple yourself to prove a point .

sasha like fuck you hun and leaves .

oooooooooooh tension .

and now, rumble recap clips .

focusing on brock continuing to get shat on by the world .

which pleased me no end .

i assumed that would lead into a thing with brock, but now we have kevin and chris being angry in the locker room .

chris like hey look at it this way at least we'll definitely still be us champion .

super supportive there .

kevin is explicitly asking chris to help him win this, chris is like normally i'd be up for that but i had a long rumble last night and i just had a match with sami which i lost with you nowhere to be seen just sayin .

[tension builds] .

oh, we're having kevin/braun now .

assumed it'd be the main event

chris is going on announce, presumably because it's closer to the door

kevin disagrees with this plan .

so wait, what is going to be our main event? .

we've already had all the champions out here .

or is this match just going to take like an hour .

oh wait, it'll probably be something brock- and/or goldberg-related .

yaaay .

braun is even more pissed than usual .

gets to the top of the ramp, thinks fuck it and runs over to preemptively put chris through the announce table .

honestly, sound strategy there .

stalks back to the ring in an awkward hush .

kevin is none too enthused with this match .

bell rings, kevin runs away .

shocker .

braun gets him back into the ring and commences to mincing him .

corey just called braun's fist a "primal concrete sledge" .

i'd mock, but that may in fact be my favourite phrase ever .

fighting on the outside, there's a count but i have no clue what it got to because tye dillinger has ruined numbers .

kevin's capitalising on an attack phase and seems to have stolen seth's moveset .

sure, casual flip senton, why not .

braun gets his running powerslam in, but a deeply dull samoan man emerges from backstage, not from the powerslam .

he didn't slam kevin so hard the ambient mediocrity of the universe collapsed into roman reigns .

aaaaand superman punch for the dq .

had to happen, but still .

sigh .

now roman stalks braun around the ring for a while, i lose interest, he spears everyone, sure whatever .

and now, recaps of seth/steph .

oh yeah, we've got to have the payoff of this angle as well .

recap of seth threatening to get steph's kids involved is still harsh .

sure, dude's a douchebag, but that was low .

car arrives backstage, everyone is like omg is it hhh, and...it's brock .

now everybody can empathise with the disappointment i feel whenever he's on screen .

advert for wwe champions, which i am in no way obsessively playing no sir, but now brock and paul are actually here .

paul starts talking, the crowd do not give a shiiiiiiit .

finally, i'm in the majority .

paul is spinning this as hey, every great athlete has someone who can beat them convenient that .

pulls up ronda rousey as an example, and i have opinions about this .

but that can wait for my random irrelevant chats with people irl .

now he's just calling out a list of champions who brock's beaten .

apparently brock's failure has lessened paul's standing in the eyes of his children .

#problemsnobodyhaseverhad .

honestly, this promo is more of a hype piece for goldberg than anything else .

paul is at his possibly-about-to-pass-out ranting best here .

brock is challenging goldberg at mania .

yay, piss break match .

and they both point at the siiiiiiiiiiiiign .

(because it's that time of year again) .

paul is delivering an address based on the Biblical story of goldberg versus brock lesnar .

...i think he may have a different bible to me .

the announce team are doing the whole 'yeah, but that's if he accepts the challenge' thing again .

seriously, has any challenge in wrestling ever not actually turned into a match .

well, anyway .

now we have that ill-advised sasha/nia match .

oh yeah, and we have enzo/cass/rusev/superfluous dude still to come .

leaving seth/hhh talking for the main event, i guess .

this ordering makes no logical sense, but sure, whatever .

nia's gear has acquired a bunch of black and gold fringing, making her look like a cross between the ascension and ember moon .

nia has sasha in a full nelson and is just swinging sasha's legs into the ring post .

ow .

so sasha's knee is fucked already, like thirty seconds in .

butt drop into a single leg crab, and...the bell rings for some reason? .

#LaredoScrewjob .

nia continues to fuck up sasha's leg, because hey, heels gonna heel .

wow, sasha is flexible .

bayley runs in, too distraught to even cue her music .

after trading stern looks, nia leaves and bayley tries to fix sasha's knee through the power of caring .

(not how medicine works) .

recap shots of the rumble, with even more WEGOBLOYOMA, and now an official and bayley are carrying sasha to the trainer's room .

leading to no payoff whatsoever, as we cut immediately to lana .

now in a dramatic dress, rather than the aggressive skirt suit .

introducing handsome rusev, who has apparently taken to that name .

so he's being insistently introduced as handsome .

and is wearing a facemask because of a nose injury .

this is familiar, but i can't quite put my finger CODY FUCKING RHODES on it .

hmm .

strange .

also jinder came in, but nobody introduced him because nobody gives a shit .

enzo and cass get their full intro .

including mocking jinder's veins, which is...not where i expected it to go .

FUN FACT: only haters need to reoxygenate their blood .

to be certified as a G, you have to first have your lungs removed .

and prove you can sustain anaerobic respiration through sheer determination .

...and now i'm imagining them as Gurren Lagann characters .

which i can get behind .

throws in some sex jokes about lana, which i'm less in favour of, spells a word, and cue match .

match almost immediately goes out of the ring, because nobody is entirely sure how the rules work in tornado matches .

corey brings the vein thing up again, and i'm still honestly confused that that was where they went .

i mean, hey, if you want something to mock jinder about, why not go for his utter irrelevance or his gigantic asshole mandala .

(which, incidentally, is my PWR BTTM cover band) .

i'd be narrating more of this match, but there's not that much narrative, and i honestly find it hard to give a shit .

like .

i like cass, i like rusev, i like enzo when he's not being an enormous tool, and i can see jinder's potential, but this angle continues to be a trash fire .

badaboomshakalaka on rusev's dashing face for the pin, and it's over .

thank fuck .

cut to a limo arriving, and this time it actually is trips .

announce team do a really weirdly long spot about how good the new mania documentary is .

then cut to rumble recaps, and we can all go back to giving the complete lack of shits we gave before .

and more recaps of the brock segment .

clearly, hunter just walks really slowly .

brock and paul went from car to ring way quicker than this .

next week we have the king of veins himself, here to shout back at brock before finally accepting the challenge .

but now, trips enters raw for the first time in like a year .

jojo actually announces him as 'king of kings' .

take that, jesus .

the crowd are freaking out, and frankly, i'm with them on this .

i have nothing but respect for the man .

cuts a promo on how seth is a lil shit and hunter gave him everything he wanted .

which is true, by any objective metric .

apparently he offended trips by giving up the belt when his knee exploded .

and now he's just like hey, shit happens when you're off the circuit for seven months and we still have a show to put on .

which is fair, tbh .

and apparently he's just making an effort to not be a murderer any more and just be a businessman and run a show that works and makes money .

again, by any objective metric, this is a laudable goal .

but wrestling .

and then seth runs in on nxt, which was an enormous ungrateful shitheel move .

and now hhh is angry, weary, and suddenly not wearing a tie .

he's basically being old man logan in this .

so now he's calling seth to the ring so he can rip out his heart .

and here he is .

side note: that promo was fucking great .

he's always been one of the best at putting genuine emotion into promos .

seth runs to the ring, is blindsided and beaten into paste by SAMOA FUCKING JOE .

how did i avoid having this spoiled for nearly a week .

i am so glad i did, though .

i mean, i called joe moving up, but i thought it'd be at the rumble .

hunter puts his jacket back on, leans over a prostrate seth like think you can fuck with me, and calmly walks off .

fuck, he's amazing .

and yeah, now joe is just dropping all his big spots on seth .

who is bumping like a champ .

cole's calling for someone to send out security, corey and byron are both just like the fuck are they going to do, it's samoa joe .

coquina clutches seth into unconsciousness, and stands over him breathing angrily as we fade .

hhh, seth rollins and samoa joe in the same segment .

i am so fucking stoked right now .

welcome back, raw .

right, i'mma go be unreasonably excited about this on my own time .

see you below this line for smackdown, some time before the next episode ends .

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well, that was a refreshing line

(is an example of a sentence i should maybe have thought about before putting it on the internet) .

brought to you from an undisclosed place and time, this is MONDAY AFTERNOON SMACKDOWN! .

welp, good job not disclosing that time .

we open with a long-ass rumble recap .

but to be fair, it deserved it .

and now pan back to shane, bryan and aj watching that video in the indistinct backstage room .

aj wants his rematch .

before chamber .

apparently the chamber match is aj, cena, miz, bray, baron, and dean .

dean is coincidentally here to talk smack at aj now that ellsworth's out of the picture .

so shane's making those two a match tonight .

and enter john cena, the conquering hero .

in the arena, not shane's office .

and honestly, i can't say anything bad about him .

him v aj at the rumble was fucking stellar .

only all the better for being entirely unexpected .

road to wrestlemania, take a shot of something you'll get deeply tired of in the next 8 weeks .

we're in corpus christi, TX .

otherwise known as 'that little one round the back of christchurch, TX' .

much as i hate myself for making that joke .

cena's trying to get the crowd worked up, and it's kind of not happening .

sure, you might all be styles fans in the south, but respect that match .

cena's out here being magnanimous and talking about how great aj is .

which is nice .

i know not everybody needs to be squeaky-clean babyfaces, but it's nice to have people respect the calibre of their opponents

closes the promo with if you want some, come get sWYATT CUT .

who could have seen that coming .

bray and randy are here .

which finally gets the crowd to chant for cena .

no harper, which is honestly the narrative i'm most interested in on this show after the rumble .

bray leads a sermon with 'the more things change, the more they stay the same' .

i have no idea whether this is wwe being self-aware or not .

apparently bray's going to take the title in the chamber match .

can't see it happening .

according to randy, the wyatts are going to set the championship free .

for one glorious moment, i thought he was going to say 'alight' .

bray and randy advance menacingly, cena responds by removing his shirt and crouching .

this is just how he responds to stress .

wyatt cut no. 2, harper appears next to cena .

but to protect him .

i smell a tag match .

and hey, here's shane to make it a thing .

happening now .

so it's bray/randy vs my wwe champions team .

(true story) .

cut to some more talking about the rumble, cut back and the match is happening .

cena attempts to intimidate randy by pointing at the siiiiiiiign .

doesn't go over well .

and harper tags himself in so he can beat the voluminous levels of shit out of randy .

fight spills out of the ring, mauro feels the need to shout "THEY'RE IN FRONT OF US NOW!" despite the fact that we can literally see them in the same fucking shot .

bray tags in, stares at harper until he backs away slowly and tags cena .

[plot thickens] .

randy strikes up the snakes, goes for an rko, cena just pushes him away like fuck you i'm john cena .

bray tags in, immediately goes over to stare at harper until he stops trying to tag .

wow, that five knuckle shuffle was even further from connecting than usual .

but to be fair, you wouldn't want to punch randy in the head .

risk of drowning in the torrent of scalp blood .

sudden flurry of everyone going for finishers, sister abigail to harper and rko to cena for the pin .

up later, we have becky/naomi v alexa/mickie .

but first, how about a rumble slideshow, accompanied by THIS FUCKING SONG .

and now, ellsworth emerges .

in his new ensemble .

fucker's shinier than sheamus .

oh, here's just here to do carmella's announce .

he is basically just a gender-shifted version of lana .

and i'll be honest, i love it .

carmella's here to fight delilah dawson .

(yeah, i know) .

wearing an exciting new twist on dungarees .

probably the best thing about this match is jbl screaming at mauro for trying to call it seriously .

and code of silence for the tap .

well, that was a thing .

tom tries to segue into an ad for champions, mauro completely misinterprets it and talks about his twitter .

and just stops himself apologising .

stone cold professional there .

and now, kalisto/dolph .

kalisto continues to not give a shit for your human gravity .

pan out to apollo watching this match .

for some reason .

pan out to noam dar watching apollo crews .

pan out to andre the giant watching noam dar from heaven .

pan out to me watching andre and writing this blog .

pan out to you reading this blog .

pan out to apollo crews watching you .

(he's always watching) .

(and very disappointed) .

in any case, while i was writing that, dolph kicked kalisto's head off for the pin .

and tried to take the mask of his disembodied head .

so apollo came in to stop that shit, at which point dolph moved faster than i've ever seen running out through the crowd .

and now, ...dasha? interviews the extremely excited becky and naomi .

who are planning to win this match .

becky is taking exception to being attacked from the past .

fucking time travelling wrestlers .

bane of my life .

ad for mania, and now we have that women's match .

they've changed naomi's gear /again/, but it's actually quite nice this time .

becky comes out, accompanied by more co2 jets than you would think reasonable

mickie's music is in no way the backbeat from mickey by toni basil no sir .

jimmy hart may be gone, but his legacy of thinly-veiled ripoffs of popular songs lives on .

of course, he may also not be gone .

as the internet has just informed me .

well .

ahem .

OH HEY, A MATCH .

naomi goes for her sunset flip over the ropes, alexa clearly has no idea how to sell it .

goes for a crossbody, alexa just ducks and lets her hit the ropes face-first .

and then alexa leans over her to taunt, so naomi leverages both having legs for miles and alexa being a tiny gnome lady by kicking her in the head .

nice sequence there .

to be fair, this is a really good match .

both these teams work really well together .

and i like that alexa and mickie both play proper old-fashioned heels, rather than just crazy or bitchy .

speaking of things it's nice to see in the women's division, becky spears mickie through the ropes while naomi does a jumping enzuigiri to double springboard split moonsault for the pin .

out-fucking-standing .

and now, whoever the fuck she is talks to jason and chad .

who are just like will someone please fucking fight us .

chad puts his hand over his eyes and starts waving a belt, jason's expression as he dodges is a thing of beauty .

fuck, i love these two .

they've got amazing comedic timing and chemistry, along with being dynamite in the ring .

so here they come to issue an open challenge .

you know what, i'm ok with them being the cena of the tag division .

and here come the usos and their daring stupid hat/red trousers combo .

one of them has shaved the sides of his head, which should make them easier to tell apart .

and now the ascension and the vaudevillains are here too .

and breezango .

fuck's sake .

do smackdown management know you can have multiple angles going in the tag division .

you don't need every team in every match .

speaking of, here's slater and rhyno .

aaaaaaand brawl .

sigh .

cut to adverts while they all brawl and mauro promises they'll try and restore order .

cut back, nothing has changed .

fuck order .

alpha get rid of everyone except slater and rhyno, they glare at each other a bit, and end segment .

jbl: "Well, that didn't resolve anything!" .

never a truer word, john .

and now, speaking of chaos, recaps of the nikki/nattie shenanigage .

and cut to bryan on the phone with brie .

as nattie enters with her two bodyguards .

because she no longer feels safe coming to work .

oh hey, guess who's here as well .

the bitching resumes immediately, and bryan futilely tries to restore order before finally shouting them down .

to tell them they've got a match at chamber .

nattie flounces off, cut back to the ring .

dean's coming in, so i guess it's main event time already .

this episode of smackdown has gone even faster than usual .

"That structure is something you want no part of, Tom." .

well yeah, john, he's not actually a wrestler .

although now part of me wants to see a chamber match of phillips/ranallo/saxton/young/caruso/that dude with all the hair was on the tlc preshow .

i can dream .

i mean, renee'd win no problem, but still .

here's neville to do an advert for 205 .

and apparently we're getting cena/orton on smackdown next week .

yaaaaaaaaay .

but yes, now this is dean/aj, with miz and maryse on announce .

of course, miz is primarily here to talk shit about bryan .

oh, and baron .

miz can multishit .

word of the year 2017 .

apparently dean was the only wwe wrestler to do 200 matches last year .

this is predominantly because they haven't signed el ligero yet .

miz is claiming ownership of the yes kicks .

he can certainly fling shit in entirely unexpected ways .

and now baron's here i guess? .

this match was already pretty dull, but now it's intensifying .

and...apparently he's going on announce .

there are now seven people at that announce table .

this is getting ridiculous .

baron is mocking miz for not being in the nfl, miz is like ummmmmm that is not the industry we're in .

miz taking no shit whatsoever .

he's simultameously insulting people who both are and aren't there and still being a better match announcer than david otunga .

dean goes for his stupid suicide dive, aj just punches him in the head as he goes through the ropes .

dean does some kind of vertical suplex/fallaway slam hybrid, because fuck your established techniques, i'm dean ambrose .

aj does an ushigoroshi, which i should be able to remember the english name for but mauro has infected my delicate brain with his insistence on calling spots in japanese .

oh, it's just a fireman's carry neckbreaker .

thought there was another name .

corbin and miz start fighting, mauro commentates on this increasingly breathlessly until concluding with "...and StylesAGHBLAGH" as dean throws aj at him .

aj hits a styles clash for the pin anyway .

and then miz does a finale on dean, before baron does an end of days on both of them .

and fade on him shouting at aj, who has wisely retreated .

well, bit of a lacklustre main event, given that it basically consisted of YOU SHOULD WATCH ELIMINATION CHAMBER, but good ep otherwise

seemed short .

but maybe that's just cos i normally watch both shows back to back .

and, yknow .

it is shorter than it should probably be .

but anyway .

join us next time for the sound of your own skull slowly deflating as our machines remove your soul through your nostrils .

i mean .

um .

wrestling .

yes .

wrestling

we don't even have machines

why would you spread such scandalous lies

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