#feel free to replace it with any number of random stuff going on beside the soap

[oldtvandcomics]

Man, I love superheroes. It's like soap opera, but BETTER. You still get all the fun relationship drama, and then it will occasionally cut to Professor X and Magneto being chased around by dinosaurs.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

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Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

~

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH27

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,798

- Author Note: Did u watch MAMA last night? Last week was so crazy i spent my 6 hours just like that for an award show. it is killing my back istg :< anyways, this chapter little emo, because look at our taetae expressing his worries on the group dyamic and friendship :(

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Chapter 27

That night the boys went straight back to their hotel rooms after attending the after party. They stayed for thirty minutes as a courtesy. It was awkward to stay longer since they were pretty much a newcomer in this award. Though Ansel Elgort and The Chainsmoker presence at the party helped to ease the awkwardness. Yet, it was evident they were not comfortable to be around the big names.  The number of the connections that they made were not enough to make them stay for the rest of the night. They agreed to attend the after party because of the food after all and of course to show their respect.

Nothing could beat their eagerness to do the usual Vlive. Billboard Awards was possible due to the unending supports from Armys. Something that they would cherish for the rest of their life. As soon as they ended their short Vlive, they celebrated their victory together with Bang PD and the rest of the staffs.

Even though everyone insisted Seul’s presence there, but she knew her place. She did nothing to contribute to their winning, so she rejected their offer politely and chose to stay in her room instead. She was not tempted to be in the same room as them tonight, as Seul respected their privacy.

It was way past midnight, yet she didn’t see any sign of Semmy returning to the room. Tired of waiting, she called it a day and getting ready to hit the sack.  She tied her hair into ponytail after pampering her skin.

The sound of bell brought her attention to the door and she strutted to open it “Unnie-“her smile was replaced with a baffle look “What are you doing here?” she sent the latter a questionable look.

Yoongi hummed softly, holding the plastic bag up “I brought drinks, care to have some with me?” Seul was weirded out by his randomness.

“Don’t you have enough drinks today? I thought you guys were celebrating in your room” she held onto the door, showing no sign of letting the rapper inside. Not to be rude, Seul was being careful with her surrounding and the fact that she shared her room with Semmy feared her. What if someone caught them together? It would spark an unnecessary gossip among the staffs.

He ran his tongue over his lips, slipping one of his hand against the door “We have called it a night. I didn’t drink. I am saving it for you” his sinful lips twisted into a smirk. What a sore to her eyes.

“I..don’t drink alcohol though, I have zero tolerance on it. So, care to find someone else to drink those with you? I am sorry” she was about to shut the door, but he held it back chuckling softly.

“Who told you that I brought alcohol? I bring cokes and chips. You have been avoiding me these past few days, lets have a decent talk. Shall we?” Yoongi’s eyes sparked in the sexiest way. Seul could not say no to that though her mind was having a fit for letting the guy inside. The second she realized, Min Yoongi had made himself comfortable on the queen bed, with his legs crossed.

Seul emitted a soft sigh, closing the door behind her “Min Yoongi, why are you here? If there is one person that I shouldn’t trust in this world, then it would be you” she stood in front of him looking all defensive. To be frank, Min Yoongi did nothing that could harm her. It was her personal issues with her own feeling, to be exact her raging hormones. She couldn’t trust herself around him at all.

Her mind seemed to have the mind of its own. It reacted against her consciences even though she was aware of its consequences on her, she would still do it nonetheless. Ironically, only Min Yoongi had that effect on her.

He looked calm and oddly serious today. Did the winning affect his wrecked brain? Yoongi patted the empty seat beside him, motioning Seul to fill it. The girl’s response made him to roll his eyes in his seat, with that he pulled the overreacting girl beside him.

Seul let out a small gasp, shifting uncomfortably “What are you planning to say? Don’t….do something funny…” she said nervously while making a small space between them.  

He frowned “I will only do something funny after I make sure I talk this out with you first” teasing the flustered girl, he held back his chuckle upon witnessing her distressed face. Seul might appear all sassy on the outside but her demeanour could be unpredictable from time to time. Where’s the consistency, Ji Seul.

“Okay speak” Seul pressed her lips together while fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She’s honestly afraid of what might come from Yoongi. Serious Yoongi was not her thing, so she had no idea what to expect from the older guy.

Yoongi passed the cold can to her which she gladly took it. Their fingers brush against each other jolting Seul in her seat. She coughed away the awkwardness, quickly open the drinks and took a long sip from it.

Amused, he studied Seul closely “Why are you so jumpy Seul?” he bit his lower lips with a hidden smile. It made him feel superior to know he’s the reason why she had been acting this way. There was a hope in this relationship after all.

He took a small sip from his drink and expelled a long endearing sigh. It caught Seul’s attention right away and she gathered her courage to say something “Are… you alright? Something is bothering you?” her soft voice was oh-so-soothing in his ears.

“Yes. It is you who has been bothering me” Yoongi played with the sheets beneath him.

“Yoongs..I have no idea what you are about to say but I think I kinda know where this conversation will lead us” she set the drink down on the other side and collected her knees to her chest. Seul was about to prepare her heart just in case this conversation might be the cause of her misery or happiness, whichever it was, Seul had to face it.

Yoongi smiled meekly, “Will you listen to me until I am done?” his voice was soft and husky travel through the ice-cold air. He seemed to be steeling so Seul nodded in assurance. She didn’t want him to think she’s being selfless, so she responded quickly “I want to hear all of it. Tell me” she whispered under her calm breathing.

“I apologize for acting rashly around you. I feel deeply bad. I didn’t mean to disrespect you as a woman. In fact, I do see you as a woman. I want to keep you safe and not to be the cause of your misery. It is crazy how it is hard for me to finally be truthful to myself. I am not good with words. I have no idea how to act around you, to treat you like the way you deserve. I always thought giving into my feelings will weaken me. I end up treating you like some kind of pushover” Seul listened to every word attentively. Sometimes she would be in daze trying to digest Yoongi’s real intention and sincerity.

He took a long pause before continue “ There are a lot of people walking around feeling not the slightest bit of guilty for how they treat others. I thought if I acted the same way it would free me from the problem occur surround me. Some people convinced themselves that they are not responsible for someone else’s feelings. All these years, I learned how to endure it and pretend everything is okay when it is not. I thought when it came to myself, I only had to be selfish. I never consider your feelings and let my emotion cloud my judgement” Seul squeezed her eyes feeling her head pounded over Yoongi’s complicated way of explaining things. It was not her first time to hear such flowery and complicated stuffs coming from him.

“Yoongi, I am sorry.. What is your point? I am a little lost here” her nose scrunched up in confusion.

“Ugh, fuck. Sorry, I really am bad in this. What I am trying to say is..this thing between us is not a joke. I mean when I treated you badly, I meant to make you understand something. FUCK! WHY IS THIS SO HARD” he facepalmed, rubbing his hair roughly with a small grunt.

She reached out to his arm, giving it a soft pat “Calm down, you really need to get to the point. Or I am kicking you out from my room.” she joked only to annoy the wretched man even more. Yoongi shot her a disbelief look while she kept her face straight playing innocent.

“You are impossible” he flashed his dissatisfied smile earning a soft giggle from the playful Seul. She had never acted this comfortable around him, so that was first. Yoongi then returned to compose himself forcing words out from his cold lips.

He almost lost his grip on the can as he noticed the girl’s attention was on him. She was looking at his away adoring his every action as if she’s the girlfriend. Her cheek was rested at the top of her knees, while her lips pursed cutely into a pout. Yoongi cussed in his head loathing this image in front of him. Why must this girl make things harder for him?

“Are you going to make me wait Min?” said Seul in annoyance.

“Alright, listen here. I have a romantic feeling for you! Don’t ask me when it starts, because I can’t really recall. Remember the kisses that I stole from you! It was my way to confirm my feelings for you until you confront me that day. I wasn’t prepared, so I had no answers with me. I REALLY TRIED TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM HAVING SOME ROMANTIC THOUGHTS WHEN IT COMES TO YOU! Ugh, hell I tried hard, but it failed me. You are the cause to my sleepless night” Yoongi let out all the frustration bottled up inside him at once leaving the poor girl speechless.

Seul’s brows furrowed, her eyes still soft as she scrutinized Yoongi’s expression seeking for truthfulness and she found it. His eyes flickered in an unexplainable glint and sincerity. “That sounds really awful” she cringed with her chin still resting on her knees.

His eyes instantly enlarged upon hearing Seul’s response “WHICH ONE SOUNDS AWFUL?” he looked disturbed considering he had poured all his heart to this so-called confession only to be look down by the girl that he loved was rather appalling. Bad sign.

“That part where you blame me for your sleepless night. I didn’t ask you think of me before you sleep Min Yoongi!” she let out a soft huff, looking straight into his eyes. “You are cute” she complimented before the guy could reply her earlier protest.

Yoongi shifted shyly in his seat, coughing the heavy lump on his throat “So…am I answering your questions? The kisses were genuine. I did it because I wanted to. I..have feelings for you” he hesitated to indicate he likes her openly so he decided to hint something in hope the girl got the message.

“A romantic one!” he added with a soft blush crept on his pale skin.

He heard the girl expelled a deep sigh “Is it hard for you to say that you like me Yoongi. You really sass till the end. I am impressed” she shook her head in amusement.

“I don’t say romantic thing”

“But you did give me a long ass explanation that had nothing to do with your actual agenda of meeting me tonight. You.. are annoying” she cringed once again.

Yoongi turned to face Seul, taking her cheeks in his large hands causing the girl to squeal softly at the contact “I. LIKE. YOU” he confessed.

Seul stared at him without blinking, seemingly without breathing for another long moment. Shock rushed through her. The whole system in her body had momentarily paused working. She had gone past the pale stage and she looked grey.

“Seul…” he squeezed her cheeks giving a little life to that pale cheeks.

“I said.. I like you” his deep voice and his soft touch brought her back to the world. She looked daggers at him whilst he had the gleam in his eyes. “Yoongi..you only drink cokes. Are you drunk?” the confident Seul was long gone. If earlier she teased him for his incoherent words, now when Yoongi had make everything clear to her face, she was losing it.

Was it this thing that she hoped from him all this time?

She had no idea what to feel or how to reach at the moment. The images of Jungkook and Jimin face came flashed in her mind’s eye. Her face contorted in pure confusion.

Chuckling lowly, he stroked her bangs aside “Where is the confident Seul? I thought you wanted to hear me say it clearly” her shoulder slumped, and her eyes fill with tears. Screw her unstable emotion.

“Why are you making it hard for me? Jungkook, Jimin and now you are saying the same thing. It is not like I am living the happiest life on planet. Why…Yoongi. Not you too” she leaned his head against his shoulder, battling with her own tears.

It was too overwhelming for her weak heart. She didn’t want to appear in front of others. Not when Yoongi was the one who in front of her. Why her life got to be complicated? She got the signal from Yoongi all this time, yet she tried to shrug it off and played it cool until Yoongi decided to make a move tonight.

This was a real mess. She’s in the middle of figuring her own feelings for Jimin and Jungkook. Hence, to add Yoongi into the picture was a little overbearing.

“Seul-ya..I am sorry if..this is too much for you. Fuck, this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said it at first place. I will just go.. Just forget about this” he mumbled in guilt, lifting the girl head up getting ready to leave the room.

Seul’s heart clenched in pain, grabbing his arm holding him back “Yoongi..Thank you” she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. “But-“ she silenced the man with a soft peck on his lips.

“That is for liking me”

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Everything changed ever since Yoongi decided to embrace his feelings for Seul. He told no one about his feelings knowing the youngest members in the group had explicitly told them about their healthy fight in winning Seul’s heart. Yoongi on the other hand will do it his own way.

No one should know how he felt for Seul. He didn’t want things to get even complicated than they already were. Therefore, he chose to seal his mouth. Yoongi treated Seul like he usually did, bickering with her when he had the chance or spouting some nonsense just to irk the girl.

The things with Hoseok after his panic attack incident, the sunshine ball played it cool. He tried not to think about it too much afraid that he ended up like Jimin and Jungkook. Fighting for the same girl with his best friend was definitely not in his dictionary. Taehyung who had been oblivious over Yoongi’s action around Seul knew something was off between the two. Sometimes he would catch them exchanged a playful glance like they were secretly dating.

Taehyung believed the older guy had a feeling for Seul and for some reason it upset him. Seul caused no harms to the boys’ career however it ticked him off when the members started to see her more than just a friend, one by one. Not to poke his nose into someone else business, yet he felt threatened by her presence. It seemed like sooner or later Seul would hurt the band as whole.

That careless mistake that she committed by allowing the members to like her in such way was not a good idea. He loathed it to the core. With Jungkook and Jimin chasing after her, god knows what else could happen if the boys had enough and decided to fight each other.

This issue circulated around them made him feel sick in the stomach. He used to have a little crush on Seul now only anger took over the flowery feelings. Taehyung wondered if he hated the fact that Seul’s presence might risk their friendship or was it due to his failure to be in Seul’s side?

“Tae…Did you hear me?” Seul called out once again hoping to get his attention.

He turned to Seul with a stern look “What do you want now?” he snapped.

Seul blinked feeling offended by his action but quick to shrug it off “I am asking for your dirty laundry because I wanted to clean along with others” she said timidly. Ever since they came back from Las Vegas three weeks ago, Taehyung had been given her a cold shoulder. He didn’t even dare to look her into the eyes and every time she tried to spark a conversation with him, he would either snap at her right way or just give a silent treatment.

It would be a lie if the change of his demeanour didn’t hurt her even a bit. She always finds Taehyung is the most comfortable one to talk with after Jin.

“I told you I will do it by myself. Leave me alone” he returned his attention back to his phone feeling slightly guilty to treat the innocent girl this way.

Seul didn’t budge and mustered her courage to inquire him “Tae did I do something to annoy you?” Taehyung was infuriated by the questions.

He scoffed in disbelief “Playing innocent, aren’t we? Why do you think I am acting this way?” he asked back with a sharp glare. She felt small under his scrutiny “You tell me” she murmured silently.

“Can’t you just fuck off?” Kim Taehyung who never ever used harsh words around others especially her was asking her to fuck off and it pained her. “Seeing your face makes me sick, just fuck off Seul. I am not in the mood to entertain you” once again he snarled making Seul’s eyes watered in process.

Taehyung glanced at the flustered girl and the guilt eating him up.

He didn’t know why was he acting bratty and rude towards her lately but it was just him feeling a little off about the idea of Jimin and Jungkook liking Seul. Some more, his friends willing to sacrifice their feelings for the sake of Seul. They had never let anything go in between their friendship. Seul’s existence in their life seemed to bring more negativity.

First, Jungkook and Jimin friendship was at stake. What would happen if Seul make a choice in the future? Yes, they could live their present now acting like nothing happened. The happiness didn’t last long. The more they let themselves fall for Seul, the more painful for them. One of them had to suffer in the end.  He pondered upon this and as much as he hated to see the bad things in Seul, yet it couldn’t stop him. Taehyung barely knew Seul, looking after her feelings was not in his priority list. He cared for Jungkook and Jimin wellbeing after all this over.

Secondly, Yoongi, the older man that never let anything came in between his work and BTS slowly wavered because of Seul. He looked a bit distorted when he first came to know Seul. Yoongi was ten times grumpier than usual and everything surround him seemed to tick him off most of the time. The older guy would never show his true self let alone express himself aloud, but with Seul’s presence he’s willing to risk BTS and his loyalty towards the member to be with this girl. Despicable, indeed.

Blinking her tears away, she expelled a soft sigh with a quick apologize before leaving the room. She shrugged off the bad thought in her assuming Taehyung was stressing out due to their hectic schedule. That must be it, Seul assured herself.

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Jin offered to cook for dinner and insisted Seul to stay since it was her off day. She was still bitter over Taehyung’s behaviour earlier, but she stayed for Jin anyways. The older guy would not let her return with empty stomach.

Everyone had gathered at the round table for dinner including the grumpy Taehyung after much effort in persuading him to eat, he finally showed up. He took a seat across Seul with a gloomy face, sending a quick glance at her way. The look that only Seul could understand. The tense in the room was driving her nuts.

Seul felt extremely uncomfortable and anxious throughout the dinner though she was trying to blend with their jokes but every time she felt Taehyung’s hard gaze on her, her body tensed. Jungkook who sat at the end of the table noticed her discomfort and he kept his eyes on her for the rest of the dinner.

“ Seul are you available this Tuesday?” Namjoon smiled.

Seul shook her head “I am not sure about that why?” Taehyung was eyeing their leader deeply. He knew what he’s planning to do. This upcoming Tuesday would be BTS 4th Year Anniversary and they would hold a home party with Armys.

“Since you haven’t gotten the chance to attend our concert, attend BTS Home Party this Tuesday then. We will be holding our anniversary party with Armys. It will be fun!” he said gleefully while others nodding in agreement exclude Taehyung.

She was burdened by the request, so she didn’t know how to respond to that “I will see if I can go. I have a lot to cover at work”

“She is not a fan, why are we celebrating it with her?” Taehyung statement caused everyone to snap their head towards him in bafflement. Her breath hitched at Taehyung’s remark as she forced a smile on her face “I don’t think I deserve to be in that party. I am nowhere near to be called as your fans. I barely supported you guys through all those years. Tae is right though” she rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans.

Taehyung smug sarcastically “Right. She is nowhere close to be called as our fans. We celebrate our anniversary with people who are worth to be called fans and those who have become our backbones throughout those rough years. Seul isn’t one of them. She is here when we already make name for ourselves” he exclaimed without caring the daggers being thrown at him from every corner.

“Taehyung, I think you are a little rude to-“

“I don’t think any such thing, because I don’t let my feelings cloud my judgement. I am stating the fact. She is nobody, so she doesn’t deserve to be in those important occasion.” Taehyung cut Jimin’s words before the guy could even finish his words.

Brimming with tears, Seul clenched her fist under the table holding back the pain in her heart. That was by far the most hurtful thing that people ever said to her after the disappearance of her father. A gush of impossible memories that she long forgotten came into her mind again.

 “Why are you doing this to me…”

“Because you are nobody”

“You are our father”

“I am Hoon’s father not yours. You are a child born out of wedlock. For years, I was fooled by your slut mother. I am raising someone’s else child and she turned me into a fucking clown. You are nothing but trouble. You are nobody Seul. You are not my daughter.”

 She opened her eyes, shocked to find her cheeks wet with tears. The horrible memories of her past were very vague, something she couldn’t quite place. All she knew, it was vey messy that day. She never wished to discover the truth, yet it happened anyways. Just like that she had to live with the horrible truth haunting her every night.

“Taehyung watch your word” Yoongi hissed, glowering at the younger guy.

“Oh, now everyone is defending her. I wonder how she screwed up your brain, when thing isn’t this way before she comes into the picture. You guys are being blinded by her gracefulness and fake affection” Taehyung continued to stir the already tense atmosphere in the room.

Namjoon palmed the table with a soft thud “Enough Tae! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you attacking her?” he breathed calming down his anger. He didn’t to start any fight in the room knowing Taehyung would not act this bratty without a reason. Hell, Taehyung had never acted this way with them before.

“Don’t ask me. Ask her. She is the problem. We need to get rid of her before things get out of hand. We don’t need a bitch in our life. We were doing just fine without her before now why are we acting as if our life depended on her. Pathetic isn’t it?” suddenly a pair of hands grabbing his collar and yanking him around.

He pinned the boy against the wall harshly, glaring furiously “SAY THAT AGAIN KIM TAEHYUNG OR I WILL FUCKING PUNCH YOUR PRETTY FACE” Taehyung chuckled coldly, meeting the older guy’s intense eyes.

Gasps could be heard across the room as everyone stood on their feet witnessing the horrible scene in front of them. Seul was weeping openly now, her bottom lips quivered as tears cascaded down wetting her cheeks

“I knew it. I knew it since start that one-day Seul will jeopardize our friendship. Look at you hyung, you are willing to kill your own bandmates that you’ve known for years to defend a bitch whom you barely knew” clenching his teeth together, Yoongi curled up his fist into a ball. As he about to throw a punch, a small hand put a halt to his action.

Yoongi grunted under his sharp breath, yanking his arm but Seul used all the strength that she had left to stop him “Stop.. He is your brother, Yoongi” his eyes met her red eyes. Seeing Seul in that mess pained him, and with a loud groan he released Taehyung.

Taehyung flicked his tongue out of annoyance, averting Seul’s gaze “I am sorry Tae. You are right, I am nobody. This was a mistake. I am sorry that I am hurting your friendship. I was being too comfortable when I should have known my place..” she choked back her own tears. There were a lot of things she planned to say but the words were stuck in her throat “I can’t do this..” she grabbed her belongings from the living room and made her way to the entrance.

“Fuck great” Jin rubbed his back hair in frustration. He called after Seul after watching her leaving hurriedly but only to be ignored completely by her.

Jungkook and Jimin who stood frozen now were making their move upon realizing her absence in the room. The younger guy grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving “Seul-ah..dont leave.. let’s talk about this” he looked at her sadly.

She could not stop the tears from flowing looking all pathetic in front of them “I..am..s-orry Jungkook.. I cant do this anymore..Stay with Tae, he needs you guys” she pulled her hand from his strong grasp, exiting the house without looking back.

Taehyung ran fingers in his hair, slumped down on the couch with deep a sigh. He was torn in between his own insecurity and worries and ended up hurting Seul in process. What did he do to himself and Seul?

Jimin confronted his best friend with a deep frown “Taehyung.. what happen to you? What was that for? Why are you saying those hurtful things to Seul?” he tried to reason and sat down on the coffee table facing him.

“So will know her place. She doesn’t belong here. Not beside us” he murmured lowly.

Hoseok shook his head showing his disapproval “This is not you Tae. We are friends for years. You won’t be acting this way without a reason. What is bothering you?” even the cheerful Hoseok looked miserable from the fight that just broke between Taehyung and Yoongi.

Namjoon and Yoongi were long gone inside the room, probably the leader trying to reason with the hot-tempered man and talk it out with him without hurting the group in process. That was the best they could do until Taehyung decided to open his mouth to speak the truth.

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"We can get your stuff up and drop it off later." Duff offers as I pull my shoes on and grab my car keys.

"Okay."

"Don't forget your purse." He adds, and I grab it from the coffee table.

"You alright going by yourself, Viv?" Steven asks me and I tuck a strand of wet hair behind my ear.

"Doc's meeting me there." I tell him.

"So, you don't know if he's okay?" He asks next and I exhale.

"No. I don't, and I really, really don't want to think of him not being okay so let's just not talk about it." I tell him, stepping to the door.

"Well, can you call us and let me know how he's holding up?" He follows me to the door and I nod. 

"I will." I assure him, grabbing his hand in mine and squeezing it for a moment. "Thank you for letting me stay with you. I love you, I'll talk to you later." I say to him.

"Love you, too." He replies, smiling a little.

I leave to my car and head home as fast as I can. 

I hate to be morbid, but every worst case scenario was flashing through my mind.

He had a plethora of all sorts of drugs throughout the house, plenty of sharp knives around, we had a pool, he kept a gun in our room...there was no shortage of suicide attempts or methods to use if he felt in the shock of Nona's death, that he couldn't go on.

And that's all I could focus on the entire way to the house.

I punch the code in the gate and as soon as I get in the driveway, I'm putting the Corvette in park, yanking the keys out, bursting out of the car and sprinting up the stairs to the front door, my shaking hands fumbling to unlock it.

The second I get the door open, it's pretty obvious Nikki hasn't kept the house up. At all.

Clothes are on the floor, empty cling wrap that obviously housed bindles of coke are scattered about, empty liquor bottles decorate almost every flat surface, empty syringes randomly placed throughout the living room and a bitter, familiar smell violates my nostrils from the kitchen.

I slowly make my way to our bedroom, looking around for Nikki.

His closet door is open, revealing a floor littered with needles, lumps of tar, pills and blow...and a crack pipe.

"Well, that's a new demon." I mumble, disappointed, before stepping to our bathroom.

I open the door, and sigh with relief at the sight of him in the bathtub, staring off.

I'm 99.9% sure he's stoned out of his mind.

"Nikki?" I ask him softly, getting on my knees beside the bathtub.

I notice a disgusting looking clumpy mixture is floating atop the water, and I realize it's vomit.

"Babe." I say more sternly this time, hoping to get a reaction. His dead, somber eyes shift to me. "C'mon, let's get out." I suggest, reaching into the water that's turned cold from him being in here for long.

"Just fuck off." He says to me, trying to stand up on him own, but he nearly falls out of the tub.

I just ignore him, helping him out, careful not to get the vomit that's clinging to his skin, on me.

"You need to rinse off in the shower." I suggest to him.

"Get me a shot of blow." He tells me slowly.

"I'm not getting you drugs." I reply calmly, moving his wet hair from his face as he holds himself up using the counter.

"Then what's the point of having you around?" He snaps.

"You're fucked up, covered in your own vomit. I don't think you're in any position to piss off your only help at the time you need it most." I tell him as politely as I can. "Please let me help you, Nikki. I think we've done enough damage to each other the past couple of months to last a life time."

He looks at me, a mixture of defeat and exhaustion cloaking his features.

He doesn't argue when I turn the shower on.

By the time he's rinsed off, the door bell's ringing, and I'm handing him a towel and going to the door to see Doc once I've got it open.

"Hey." He says. "How is he?"

"He just got out the shower. I'm gonna try to get him to go to bed. He looks like he hasn't slept in days." I explain.

"Alright." He nods. "I'll check back in later. Just call if you guys need anything."

"Thanks, Doc." I reply and he gives a sad look before going back to his car.

I go back the bathroom to see Nikki rinsing his mouth out with Jack.

I take the time to notice he's gained some weight back. I thought he'd lose more of it, especially since he's on crack now, apparently.

"Funeral's saturday." He says out of nowhere, and I bite my lip nervously, not saying a word. "My granddad gave me directions to get there but I forgot already."

Again, I don't say a word.

I don't have to. He can read my expression.

"I mean, that's why you're here, isn't it?" He asks, knowingly. "Pretty sad it takes the woman who raised me, dying, in order for my fucking wife to come home."

"You need to sleep." I ignore his comment, guilt reeling through me.

"And you just need to go back to your replacements for Mötley. I don't need you here." He argues.

"Pretty loud barking for someone who spent how many nights calling me, crying for me to come home?" I remind him as I cross my arms.

"I was fucked up." He states.

"Sober thoughts." I counter him.

"Vivian. I'm not fighting with you. Fuck off or shut up because I've got enough going on right now and I'm not wasting time on going back and forth with you." He steps past me to the bedroom and I follow after him.

"Of course not. You'd much rather waste time shooting up and free basing." I scoff, and I'm quickly dodging an empty bottle of whiskey as it collides with our bedroom wall right beside my head.

"Go to hell!" He screams at me, shaking, angry tears sprouting down his cheeks. "I can't even grieve in peace because you just refuse to let me do what I need to do! You aren't happy or satisfied unless I'm fucking miserable! I'm in hell right now and you come in and start shit just because you can, and you know exactly what fucking buttons to press to get under my skin and suck the life out of me like a fucking leech!"

"Drugs don't help anything, Nikki. It makes things worse. You just need to let yourself feel everything and power through it."

"When your aunt slit her fucking wrists you couldn't keep yourself off my dick for weeks! You fucking avoided talking about it and kept yourself distracted with me! In fact, while they were having her funeral and burying her, you were face down on my bed begging 'harder, Daddy', so I don't want to hear shit from you, of all people, about how I should cope!" He doesn't hold back, his shaking finger pointed at me viciously and I rub my lips together, tears toppling from my eyes.

Nikki's coping mechanism was drugs. Mine was sex. That's why, once our marriage got so bad off we couldn't even be in the same room, let alone touch each other, I went to Duff because I couldn't get my emotional and physical fix from Nikki anymore.

Messed up. Sad. But true.

"Okay." I say lowly, sniffling a little from crying. "I'm gonna go call Tom and get the directions. We can leave early Saturday morning." I mumble, leaving him alone as fast as I can without making it look obvious.

I shut the door behind me and head for the phone in the living room, dialing Tom's and Nona's number.

"Hello?"

"T-Tom, this is Viv." I start, my stomach in knots.

"Oh, hey...how're you doing?" He asks me and I rub my lips together.

"I could be better."

He let's out a barking laugh and I hear the pain in his voice as he says:

"I know exactly how you feel."

"Well, I was just calling to get directions to where the funeral is gonna be held. Nikki wasn't paying attention the first time you told him, I'm sure he was in shock."

"Well his aunt and I have called a lot the past couple months to try to tell him Nona was getting worse, but nobody answered the phone until today." He tells me and I let out a breath.

"We haven't been at home much." I reply, grabbing a pen and a envelope from the stack of bills on the coffee table. "What were those directions, again?"

He tells me and once I finish jotting them down, I'm struggling to find what to say.

"Thank you." I tell him. "And I'm really sorry."

"I'll be alright. You kids take care, I'll see you soon."

"We will, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye."

I hang up, letting out a breath as I fall back on the couch, feeling a migraine coming over me.

I close my eyes for a moment before opening them, taking in our house that is in shambles currently.

"How am I gonna have him presentable in three freaking days?" I ask God, fear that Nikki won't be put together in time, cracks into my mind before I avoid thinking about it by deciding to clean the house up.

It's while cleaning that I realize the redecorating Nikki's done while I've been gone.

Some of our furniture throughout the house has been replaced with what seem to be antique versions of it.

He's gotten black out curtains hung in every window, and there's even freaky looking gargoyles he's put up in some corners that look like demons leering in the house. They probably praise him each time he takes a shot of heroin or a hit of his pipe.

I ignore the new look of the place, once he's sober and out of this hole he's dug himself he'll want to be more uplifting and light and change the place back to how it was. But right now he's dark and gloomy, so of course where he resides is going to match that.

By the time I've finished cleaning the kitchen, dining area, living room, and our bedroom, he's coming out of hiding.

"I talked to your grandfather and got the directions." I tell him from my spot on the couch, watching TV, as I hear him open a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

He steps into the living room and sits on the other end of the couch, an entire bottle of white wine in hand, his eyes hazy, nothing but unlaced leather pants covering him up.

"I talked to Doc and he's booking us a flight for early Saturday morning, and late Saturday night so we can come back so you guys can start on the new album as soon as you can."

I glance over, seeing a new tattoo on him I completely overlooked earlier when I helped him out of the tub.

"When did you get that?" I ask, leaning forward on my knees to trace my finger along the sharp leafing of a rose stem on the right side of his chest.

He tenses a little when I touch him, his eyes glowering at me for a split second before averting back to the TV ahead of us.

I just swallow my pride.

"Nikki, I'm sorry I came in and started a fight. I know you need as much serenity you can get right now and I shouldn't have said all that stuff to you." I let out, getting it off my chest.

At first I think he doesn't hear me, until he's exhaling heavily.

"I said fucked up shit to you about your aunt." He tells me. "I shouldn't have brought that into an argument."

"We haven't seen each other for two months and I immediately started in on you, not to mention you're going through a lot and don't need me dogging on you. You had every right to say what you did." I assure him.

It's clear in his facial expression that he doesn't agree, but he doesn't try to argue anymore than we already have.

He gives me a little smile, a dopey smile, something I didn't know he'd be doing much of since the situation with Nona. Then again, he's numbed himself pretty heavily.

His ring filled fingers come up to push my hair back over my shoulder, and my heart sputters wildly in my chest as he slowly coaxes me closer to him, hand beginning to gently grasp at my hair to pull me to him.

His lips are soon brushing against mine as if testing the waters, before he presses a small,  innocent kiss to my lips.

It's bizarre to think I haven't kissed him in two fucking months.

Apparently he feels the same, because the second our lips separate, he's going in for more.

I pull away a little, though and keep my hand on his chest as he looks at me, confused.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do this right away." I tell him in a whisper, trying to keep myself at bay.

"Why not?" He asks in the same tone, his fingers leaving my hair so his finger tips can ghost over the skin down my neck, down my sides, catching at the bottom of my black tank top before sliding under the fabric to touch at my skin.

"Because we--" I stop talking, holding back a moan as his hand slides up my stomach and brushes over my breast.

"Because why?" He asks me, knowing what he's doing.

"Because we were just separated for a couple months and..." he grabs at my hips, pulling me onto straddle him before putting his bottle of wine down on the carpeted floor. "...a-and it's just not the best ide--ah!" A high pitched whimper escapes my throat as his teeth grasps at my nipple through the cloth of my tight fitted top, his tongue swirling around it before releasing.

He smirks at me, and I try to collect what's left of my composure.

Of course I want to fuck around. But I don't want to take advantage of him.

His hand slips between my legs next, rubbing back and forth a couple of times, causing me to squeeze my eyes closed as I can't help but to grind into his hand.

"Oh, shit." I swear under my breath, feeling slickness coat my panties with each movement against his hand.

My hands rest back on his knees, my head tilts back and I just grind against his fingers for as long as I can, electricity bubbling in my core.

Before long, I'm soaking through my shorts, causing him to chuckle a little.

"Stand up." He tells me and I do, keeping myself from rubbing my thighs together. "Take your clothes off." He says next.

I take in a breath, pulling my top of my head slowly, a wash of confidence hitting at me as his eyes stay glued to my tits, my nipples practically begging for his mouth.

My shorts are next, my hips swaying a little as I get them down my legs, and I nearly lick my lips at the sight of him with his legs slightly more spread, a toothy grin plastered on his face.

I don't touch my panties, crouching down and crawling to where he's sitting, the palms of my hands rubbing up his thighs before pawing at the bulge in his pants.

He just let's out a small hiss as I grab at him, before his hand is around my throat.

My eyes roll back, my legs shift to rub at myself and when I look back up at him he looks like he has an idea.

"Do you want it?" He asks me, still choking me enough to get me even more wet and I let out a needy sound.

"Please." I beg, that need to be filled starting to overwhelm me.

"Show me how bad you want it." He says, drinking some of his wine, letting my throat go.

I think I catch him off guard when I slide up his body to straddle his right thigh, moving my scanty making sure my clit is resting against the leather of his pants before I slowly start humping at him, riding him like I would his cock.

My soaked cunt makes it easy to move against him, a wet sound of me using him to fuck myself echoes in my ears.

"My dirty little bitch." He teases, his hand in his pants at this point.

"All your's." I say thickly, my hand meeting his at his prick, taking over as I start jerking him off the best I can while he's trapped in the skin tight confinement.

He tilts his head back, taking a deep breath as I work him while continuing to grind against his thick thigh that's proving useful as a fucktoy.

He's reaching in his pocket before long, pulling out his switch blade and sawing at the band of my thong, causing it to give way and pop off.

He greedily yanks it from me and tosses it away, his eyes taking in my pubic bone and spread, wet lips grinding against his leg.

"So fucking pretty." He says to me, bucking up into my hand, his hands going for my pussy to angle me where he can see my clit rubbing back and forth against him, leaving a trail of liquid in each go.

"Can I please ride it, baby, please?" I plead, the torture of feeling his thick, hard length and not being able to do anything about it is driving me insane.

He looks at me, fingers sliding between my legs, getting a coating of arousal on them before holding them up to me.

I wrap my lips around his digits, moaning at my taste, continuing to suck on his fingers like I'm giving them a blowjob, my eyes fluttering closed.

After a couple minutes, he's pulling his fingers from my mouth before getting me off of him so he can get his pants down.

I rest sitting on my knees, looking up at him as he gets himself freed, beads up precum dripping out of him, and I catch them with my tongue.

He gasps at the action, grinning as he grabs his bottle of wine.

I'm confused for a moment before he's pouring the alcohol onto my shoulder, causing it to spill down my back, my chest, and my legs, emptying the nearly full bottle, the warm wetness eliciting a giggle from me as he drops to his knees in front of me, pushing me onto my back.

His tongue licks up my pussy to my wine soaked stomach, biting at the rib he likes to bite at, before licking up my chest and neck, causing me to laugh and moan simultaneously, threading my fingers through his thick hair once his tongue intertwines with mine.

He grabs at himself, rubbing between my entrance and my clit before sliding just the head of his cock into me.

I arch my back, already preparing for the full feeling of him completely in me.

He pulls away from me, getting on his knees.

"Spread your legs." He says and I open them, spread eagle, giving him the perfect view of his goal.

He curses to himself under his breath, admiring me for a moment before grabbing my hips, lifting them up to meet him, and positioning himself at my cunt.

His eyes focus on my face as he slowly pushes into me to the hilt, pressing against my cervix.

"God I've missed this." He says, pulling out of me and pushing back in.

"I have, too." I breathe out, falling into rhythm with his demanding thrusts, my fingers pinching and rolling my nipples as he obliterates my swollen sex.

My juices drip down the both of us and joins the wine on the carpet, further turning me on along with the site of him looking down at himself going in and out of me while I lick my lips at the site of sweat beginning to appear on his chest.

One of my hands reaches up to play with my clit and he spits onto the bundle of nerves to further lubricate my fingers' movements, and I pull my lip into my mouth and arch my spine at the site.

He's leaning down in a moment to kiss me hotly, his tongue colliding with mine before I'm biting at his lip with my teeth, my nails clawing down his side before pushing him onto his back, climbing on top of him.

I'm licking the sweat off his chest as I sink down on to him, his hands holding at my hips while I move against him.

I slowly lift off of him, my breath catching in my throat as he moves his hips up as mine come down, burying him to the hilt.

His hands spread across my stomach to move up and down my sides, before grabbing at my ass, igniting hot flames through my skin.

My long hair is sticking to my body as the wine he poured over me is starting to mix with the sheen of sweat on my skin and getting sticky.

My thighs shake as our pace picks up because the need to reach the high over powers the need to savor the moment.

He's got my hips in a white-knuckle grip, thrusting up into me while pulling me down onto him in sync.

My moans, his grunts, and the sound of our sex fills the air as my toes curl, and I start tightening around him like a python.

"Good girl." He says, his hand smacking painfully onto my ass, knowing I'm about to finish and I arch my back and flex my hips, my tits bouncing with each powerful stroke he gives me.

I close my eyes as a  whimper leaves my lips, a tear rolls down my cheek, and my muscles spasm around him as I orgasm, unable to even moan anymore as my body pumps itself full of dopamine.

I ride it out, as he slows down our pace, opening my eyes to see him staring up at me with half-open eyes, more than likely about to come, too.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He tells me, and I lean forward, kissing him for a moment before grinning down at him mischievously, purposely tightening around him, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock, as my hand reaches to massage his balls while I fuck him.

"Ah, fuck, Viv." He groans to himself, squeezing his eyes closed as pleasure washes over his face.

I feel his thighs shake little and bite my lip as his hands grope at my breasts with the same rhythm my hand gropes at him.

"You drive me f--shit--fucking crazy." He breathes out.

"I know." I reply sultrily, imagining his load emptying out into me and how good it will feel.

He tenses up and I cry out softly as he harshly pinches at my nipples.

"I gotta--ah!" He takes in a rough breath, screwing his eyes shut. "I gotta pullout so you won't get knocked up." He gets it out choppily.

"I won't." I assure him, selfishness pushing clear-thinking out of the picture.

"Viv--"

"--Nikki, please." I beg, my voice thick with need and lust and he shutters out another breath. "Tell me you don't want to and I'll get off of you."

I squeeze at his balls slightly harder, his fingers gripping at my thighs hard enough to leave bruises before we're both looking down between us to see his prick glistening in my cum.

"Tell me you don't want to fill me up and remind me whose I am." I keep my thrusts steady and a slew of swears swarm past his lips in a low tone, one of his hands moving to grip at his hair for a moment as if he's trying to get himself together.

My other hand moves to pull him to sit up and he wraps his arms around my waist, his body giving way to euphoria as he groans out, hot cum shooting into me.

My eyes roll back and close, missing the feeling of us like this as a satisfied mew slips out of my throat, Nikki's lips pressing across my chest bone, up my neck and finally to my lips.

My fingers get lost in his sweat soaked hair, my wet, sticky chest against his as we hold each other.

We both fall back onto the carpet before long, and I get off of him, curling up beside him and laying my cheek against his chest, focusing on his heartbeat because it's miraculous that he still has one.

His hand runs up and down my back, and with the mixture of a natural high, satisfaction, and--for the first time in a long time--peace, coursing through me, I'm lulled to sleep.

He wanted to pull out that night because he didn't want to pass anything to me, because he hadn't gotten a penicillin shot since screwing around on me.

Being that he had the control of a twelve-year old boy discovering porn for the first time, I don't know what the hell he would have come up with had I actually contracted something the random groupies he'd fucked in my absence, or Vanity, had accidentally given him.

I had no clue, but my high and optimism was blown a few minutes after we had our makeup session, anyway.

I open my eyes, seeing myself in the mirror on the ceiling of the living room, naked, Nikki nowhere to be seen.

I stretch, soreness spurring between my legs and I wince some, but smile at the fact Nikki and I are okay now.

Grabbing a throw from the back of the couch, I wrap it around me, stepping through the house to find Nikki.

Maybe he's in the shower.

Our bathroom's empty, and I furrow my brows, before hearing something moving around in our closet.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat and open the door, seeing Nikki shaking with wide eyes, naked, holding his gun straight at me.

He was so fucked up. He'd get loaded on crack and think someone was out to get him, he'd scream and cry and wave his gun around, hallucinating people crawling under the front door, coming to kill him, or the cops coming to arrest him.

He'd flush his own drugs, every last one, out of paranoia of the FBI finding him. Then he'd come down from his high and be pissed at himself.

There were times he would actually shoot his fucking gun in the house.

I couldn't step foot in the living room for over a month because we had to get the mirrored tiling replaced and the ceiling patched because he shot all of the mirroring out.

I bet who ever had that house after us was still vacuuming shards of glass out of the carpet.

I shut the closet door back without a word, leaving him to himself to come down.

I lock myself in the guest bedroom and try to keep from crying.

I realized then that it didn't matter how good of a wife I was, how mind blowing the sex was, how much I worshipped the ground he walked on, how much I tried...it would never be enough.

Drugs were what he was truly in love with.

I guess Vanity and I both had that in common.

We were both, simply, the other woman.

Wednesday passed with Nikki too doped up to barely roll over in the closet floor on his own.

Thursday he had Jason come over, while I went to the grocery store, so he could get some more blow to counter the heroin symptoms and nodding off.

Friday he overdid it while freebasing and was convinced "Mexicans and midgets" were "after him" (a reoccurring theme, I would soon learn.)

And Saturday...

"Nikki, babe, c'mon. We're gonna miss our flight." I put in my second earring as he stands up from the couch, stumbling forward, and falling onto the carpet, spilling his drink all over himself. "Nikki!" I rush to his side to make sure he's okay, and he's not.

Despite being clear of physical ailments, his eyes tell it all. "Have you even slept?" I ask him, helping him sit up before sitting on my knees in front of him.

He doesn't answer and I sigh, closing my eyes.

"Do you just not want to go her funeral, Nikki?"

"I'm gonna be fucked up, I'm gonna have to face my family, my mother...and I'm gonna have to accept the fact she's dead." He admits bitterly, angry at himself for not pulling his shit together in time but also angry at the fact she's gone in the first place. "It isn't fair. You know how many people--disgusting people--deserve to be dead? I can name five or six just off the top of my head alone, Viv. But do those people die? No. The people who deserve to live the most, the people who love their lives and don't take it for granted are always the ones that get the fucking short end of the stick." His eyes get teary and I just listen. "I--" His voice cracks, his teeth baring together for a second as he regains himself. "I should be dead. Not her. Not Nona."

I try not to overreact, mustering up the words of comfort my dad use to tell me when someone in our family passed away.

"Nikki, who lives and dies isn't suppose to be in our hands. And it's not unless we just decide to end our lives prematurely." I start, taking his hand in the both of mine. "You can't think that way because the plan God has for you and the plan he had for her are two completely different things. And you're still alive because you aren't done with what he has for you, yet. Nona's work down here is finished. Your's isn't. So don't think this is all for nothing because I promise you, it's not."

He doesn't even sneer at the word "God" this time.

"If there even is a God the only thing he has planned for me is to send me straight to hell." He states coldly, his tears drying.

A sick feeling of nausea rises in my throat at his words and I force myself to calm down before calling Tom to tell him we won't make it.

We watched Gilligan's Island the remainder of the day, while Nikki shot coke when I'd get up to use the bathroom.

And then Saturday night came.

"Thank you." I say to Tansy as she helps me get the last of my stuff out of my car.

I just got back from meeting Duff at their rehearsal space to get the last few things I left at their apartment. "How was the meeting?" I ask her, pertaining to the very reason she had to fly back to New York.

She gets quiet for a second before faking a smile the best she can.

"They did some test shots and are sending them to the magazine for review and they'll let me know if I got the job." She tells me.

"They called you, did they not?"

"Yeah, they did, but since it's been over a year since I was last photographed, they wanna see what they're working with." She explains and I raise a brow, getting a bad feeling as we walk to the front door of my house.

"Tansy, you can know you can talk to any of us if something's not right, right?" I remind her and she nods.

"If something weren't right I'd tell you." She assures me. "I'm just going through some stuff. It doesn't have anything to do with work."

"Tansy--"

"--Viv, I'm okay." She states, looking at me with a weak smile. "Now, go get ready so we can go out with the guys, and bombard them with album ideas because 'Theater of Pain' was not what it needed to be and we're gonna help them avoid mistakes like that again." She sighs out as I open the front door, chuckling.

I step in to the living room, about to head to our bedroom to get ready, but I'm caught off guard by Sparkie talking to a woman I've seen before.

Then I recognize her in a split second.

The raven hair, the smooth, darker skin, perfectly proportioned features and contagious smile.

Her brown eyes catch on me, her face shifts into an oddly joyous expression and she's standing up to greet me.

"How are you?!" She asks me excitedly, knowing who I am because of that night on the balcony in Tansy's New York apartment.

Tansy's expression let's me know she wasnt expecting to see her here.

Which means...

"Nikki invited me out with you guys since he knew I was friends with Tansalyn and she was gonna be back in L.A." She states, probably reading my confused look.

"Nikki?" I ask, raising a brow.

She blinks at me, unsure of something before saying:

"Well, y-you remember me, don't you, we've met before? I'm Vanity."

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Chapter Three

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1874

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit)

“Ok, I’m off to my meetings. I shouldn’t be home any later than four, and feel free to text me if you need anything. I love you.”

Tyler bent over the back of the couch to give you a quick kiss before rushing off towards the door. You barely managed to get in an “I love you too” before it closed with a thud.

Your eyes lingered on the door for a moment, secretly hoping that Tyler would come straight back inside and announce that all of his meetings had been cancelled so he could spend the entire day with you. Two whole days with him hadn’t been even close to enough time together after the month you had spent apart, even though you had known that this moment was coming. The Emotional Roadshow was only three short weeks away and there always seemed to be more details that needed to be ironed out as it drew closer. It was a routine that you had become familiar with over the years.

Deciding that you might as well use your time alone to be productive, you headed upstairs to start folding some laundry. All of Tyler’s tour stuff had finally come through the wash and you were tired of looking at it piled in the corner of the room. At the very least, it would give you something to do for awhile and make Tyler happy whenever he ended up getting home. There was a reason he had been putting it off in the first place.

You switched on some music before piling all the clothes on the bed and starting to sort them into different piles. It was times like these that you really missed having Georgie around. Despite his rambunctious nature when he was younger, he always provided good company when you were feeling particularly lonely. Unfortunately, Tyler had been adamant that he didn’t want any animals in the house, so when the two of you finally moved in together, Georgie went to live with Carter and Marenna. It wasn’t the worst place in the world for him to be since they lived close, but you still often found yourself missing his company, especially since he had calmed down as he got older.

The folding went by quickly as soon as you got into the swing of things. Before you knew it, everything was separated by location and ready to be put into its proper spot. You decided to start with Tyler’s shirts, since that was easily the biggest pile. With a couple tucked under your arm, you headed into his closet and opened the drawer where he kept his shirts.

You sighed as you got a look at the condition of his t-shirts. There weren’t many that he had left behind, but the ones that he had were thrown all over the place, obviously never having been cleaned up after his last-minute packing frenzy. Deciding that it would be easier to start from scratch, you emptied out the drawer and shook out all the shirts so that they could be properly folded.

You had just barely started to fold the first shirt when something on the ground caught your eye. Tyler’s messy handwriting was all over the back of what appeared to be a card, although you couldn’t quite tell when it was half-buried in the shirts. Forgetting your task for the time being, you picked it up to get a closer look.

“You’re kidding,” you mumbled, your face slowly growing into a smile.

In your hand was a postcard from Columbus, Ohio, marked with the date that he had returned from his very first tour. It was the same postcard that he had claimed not to have because he thought you “wouldn’t want a postcard from the place you lived”. Curiosity quickly got the best of you and you flipped the card back over so that you could read whatever message he had left.

After all, his original intention had been to give it to you, right?

We’re finally back in Ohio. It feels like I’ve been away for a lifetime. I can’t wait to see you again and hear your voice. Man, I’ve missed your voice. And you.

I love you, Y/N. Sorry I never told you earlier.

You read it over a couple times, letting the words sink in even though you had already heard them a hundred times over. Tyler saying that he loved you - however that may be - never seemed to get old.

Once you were done looking over the postcard, you decided to tuck it back away where you had found it. Maybe you would talk to Tyler about it later and ask why he had chickened out at the last minute, although you were pretty sure you already knew the answer. The beginning of your relationship with Tyler was something that the two of you talked about often, and you were always remembering random stories and questions to tell the other; it wasn’t as hard for you to think about that time now that you knew it all had a happy ending. Still, you found yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky sometimes.

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You watched as the clock turned to 5:15, still with no word from Tyler about when he would be home or why he was so late. The frustration and worry was really starting to set in, so you decided it was long past time that you did something about it. Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you dialed Tyler’s number, confirmed that the call went through, and brought the phone to your ear. Your foot tapped nervously against the coffee table as you waited for it to start ringing.

The phone only rang once before it cut off and you got sent straight to voicemail. Relief about knowing that Tyler was at least ok washed over you, but it was quickly replaced with disappointment that you wouldn’t get a chance to talk to him. With a sigh, you tossed your phone down onto the couch and decided to try calling again in fifteen minutes if you didn’t hear anything from him. Thankfully, your phone vibrated a minute later.

Tyler: Lots of things going wrong, meetings are going to take awhile, will probably be home late. Don’t wait up for me. I love you

You clenched your jaw as you typed out a reply, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. It was just one evening that you had to spend without Tyler, and it’s not like it was something you weren’t used to. It was better that they got things worked out now than having more meetings in the future, right?

Y/N: No worries, hope everything gets worked out. Thanks for letting me know. I love you too

Now that you had confirmation that Tyler wouldn’t be home in time to have dinner with you, you decided it was as good a time as any that you made some food for yourself. Once again, you found yourself turning on music to try and fill some of the emptiness of the house. A familiar sense of loneliness started to wash over you, but you pushed it away. You had known from the start that time away from Tyler was just how things went between you two.

Even if he was supposed to have a break.

Half an hour later, you were settled on the couch with a drink and the food that you had made for yourself. Tyler’s plate was wrapped in tinfoil and sitting in the fridge, waiting for him to have whenever he eventually got home. Part of you was still hoping that he would show up out of the blue in the next few minutes.

You opened up your favorite TV show on Netflix and picked up where you had left off the night before, sending another wave of loneliness over you. Everything about the night felt too much like Tyler was on tour again, even though in reality you knew he wasn't more than half an hour away.

That almost made it hurt worse.

You let yourself think about it a moment longer before pushing the thought from your brain and focusing on the TV show. Letting yourself mull over your loneliness was only going to make it that much more difficult. Besides, you had already survived a month without Tyler, what was one more night?

Your phone started ringing shortly after dinner. You practically lunged at it, hoping that it was Tyler finally calling you to let you know that he was on the way home. Although you had missed out on dinner together, there was still enough time for you to cuddle up during a movie and enjoy at least part of the evening together. Unfortunately, it was only Carter.

“Hello?” you answered, accidentally letting a little more disappointment slip into your tone than you had intended.

“Don’t sound so excited to talk to me,” he laughed.

“Sorry, Tyler’s meetings are running late and I haven’t seen him since this morning, so I thought it was him calling to let me know he was on his way home.”

“Yeah, too bad it’s just your dumb brother.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “You’re not dumb and I’m glad you called. I actually meant to call you earlier today, but I got distracted and forgot.”

“Then it works out.” You could practically see Carter’s smile. “I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”

You kicked your feet back up onto the coffee table. “I’ve been better. How are your last minute wedding preparations?”

“Hectic. Marenna’s cousin called us the other day and started making demands about songs that we had to play, but the problem is that we sent the final playlist to the DJ a week ago.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. You’d be surprised by how many crazy demands the guests try to make at our wedding.”

“I can only imagine,” you laughed. “Speaking of which, is there anything that I need to bring to entertain Max? Or do you have that handled?”

“We should have that handled, although I would make sure both you and Tyler are wearing clothes that are easy to move in. He just started learning how to run and he’s surprisingly hard to catch,” he laughed.

“Marenna was telling me about that the other day,” you joined his laughter. “I’ll make sure to pack a backup outfit in case I need it.”

“Good idea. Anyway, you said you’ve been better. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know, just frustrated that Tyler isn’t here. Like, obviously I knew he would have meetings because tour is coming up, but we only had two days together. I was hoping for a little more time.”

“Won’t you have time in the coming weeks?”

“Yeah, but you know how it is. No amount of time ever feels like it’s enough, especially when half of our time together is spent with Josh and a tour crew.”

“Just hang in there, Y/N. He’s only been back for a couple days, I’m sure things will start to balance out before long.”

You sighed, “I really hope you’re right.”

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→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,062

Prologue Summary; Your best friend’s boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: none yet.

“____, come on. I know I can be boring when I teach but, please, at least act like you’re listening?” The odor of old books and dust wafted through musky air. Rarely any students come here anymore, opting to study elsewhere or not at all. So, it’s fairly quiet except for the few crickets jumping around outside the glass doors of the stuffy library. 

“Ah, uh, sorry.” You pull your attention away from the tiled floor to look at your friend. He’s leaning over the table your both sat at. His long body looks awkward scrunched up in the small library chair, almost like he’s a grown man sitting in something made for a toddler. 

 A sigh passes his lips, “Let’s just call it a day. If you can’t focus it’s better to just get some sleep and study another time.” You nod along with his suggestion. He was beyond right. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to focus any time soon. Not when those dreams are still looming around in your mind and you remain unable to properly remember anything, which is no surprise but only furthers your annoyance.

“Oh, that reminds me! Sorry, I almost forgot to tell you. I’m going to be out of town for the next few days and won’t be able to help you study. Don’t panic though, I have a friend that agreed to help you until I’m back. He knows all about this stuff. He took it last year.”

Your shoulders fall limp, “You what?”

He began sliding his textbooks back into his bag with his other belongings, “I know, but it can’t be helped. My family is having a getaway and my parents wanted me to take a break with them.”

You click your tongue, “Only Kim Namjoon’s parents would want their kid to take a break from school. My mom might have my head if I ever even thought about taking a break. She’d think I was trying to drop out.”

Namjoon chuckled heartily, “I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t stress. My friend probably knows more about this stuff than me anyways. I’ll text you his number.”

“Is your friend Einstein??”

“Something like that, I guess.”

“Seriously,” You groan, losing your composure, and leaning back into your chair, “how could you do this to me? What if this guy tries to assault me or something? You can’t just leave me with some random.”

“You know, the more you hang out with Jimin the more you start to sound like him. This guy isn’t like that, trust me.”

“Jimin? What’s that supposed to-” A fist slams down on the table and you and Namjoon nearly jump out of your seats, “You’re leaving?!”

“Oh, Taehyung,” Namjoon laughs nervously, regaining his composure. 

“Who’s gonna help me with my creative writing class?! I came here to ask you for help.” 

You raise an eyebrow at the boy, “What the hell are you in a creative writing class for?” Taehyung doesn’t spare you a glance, keeping his eyes fixed on Namjoon, who’s checking twice for all his belongings.

“____ can help you with creative writing. She’s good with that stuff.”

Taehyung’s head whips over to you his eyes widened, “Really?”

“What?“ You adjust yourself to sit up straight in your chair, "Namjoon, don’t tell him that, I’m too busy as is. I can’t help him. Absolutely not.”

“Surely you could squeeze in a minute or two.”

“Namjoon,”

“It can’t be helped.”

“Namjoon.” 

He just smiles at you knowingly, “I’ll be going. The weekend calls. Have fun you two.”

“Wait-”

“Bye, ____. Get home safe.” Your eyes flicker over to Taehyung and you squint up at him in irritation. He’s looking at you expectantly, tapping his foot.

"I’m sure Jimin can help you." 

"You-”

“I don’t have the time.” You gather up your belongings, not sparing Taehyung another glance as you make your escape.

You’d made a habit out of avoiding Taehyung since you’d met him, as you did for all the frat guys at your university. It wasn’t anything personal - it's just that the whole school knows that they're bad news. In other words, party every night until we can’t walk straight anymore and mess around with as many girls as we want, types of bad news.

Your feet drag lazily across water-covered concrete once you make it outside. It had stopped raining for the time being, but that didn’t change the fact that it was now below freezing out due to the sun being replaced by a moon that was hidden behind dull rain clouds. The streets were empty aside from the few people making their way home from a late shift at work. 

“You will soon.”

You grimace. Why is it so familiar? A voice very gravelly and intense, where have heard it before? You purse your lips in thought. Just at the remembrance of a voice, red begins to color your cheeks and your hands grow clammy. What is this? You’d never felt this way before. Except when reading something similar to a thrilling romance book. The dream had been so seemingly real, the voice so close to your ear that it was impossible to deny how intimate the situation had been.

You groan in frustration. Jimin can’t possibly be right about it being a wet dream though. “Right, because you never talk with any other man besides me.” You roll your eyes. You should’ve punched him in the gut right then. Plenty of guys talk to you, it’s just that you’re so obviously uninterested that they grow bored easily. You’re not interested in just some fling.

“Excuse me?” A tap on your shoulder drags you out of your whirlpool of thoughts, “You dropped this.” You turn, a bit startled to see a gold necklace dangled from elegant fingers, the gold clashing with the pale skin it rests on. 

Deja vu.

“Oh, thank you.” You take the necklace from his fingers. It must have fallen from around your neck without you noticing.

“Oh,” 

You lifted your gaze up from the gold now resting in the palm of your hand and meet brown orbs, that almost come off as black under the harsh yellow-toned street lamps. His dark hair hangs just above his eyes in unruly waves.

“Yoongi, ” 

An expression of slight uninterest bores into your eyes despite his surprised tone, “What are you doing out so late?” Your hands attempt to bury themselves deeper into their pockets, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach as a familiar feeling of warmth consuming your chest.

“It not that late, is it?” You force a small smile that probably ended up looking a nervous cry for help. 

He glances around at the dark city surrounding the two of you, “Seeing as it twelve o'clock at night, I’d say it is.“ 

"I was studying at the library with a friend. Lost track of time I suppose.” Another awkward smile.

“I’ll walk you home.”

“N-no, I’m fine. You don’t need to do that. My place isn’t too far and I always walk home late. I’ll be fine.”

“I insist.” His voice is firm and strict, making his words come off as more of a demand, rather than a suggestion.

“Ok, I-I guess it’s fine, ”

The walk home is quiet. You don’t spare another glance in Yoongi’s direction despite the taunting urge to. It didn’t help any that it felt like his eyes were constantly glancing over. How had the atmosphere between the two changed so much in such little time? How come you felt so utterly scandalous under his gaze? You can’t help but feel your insides coil as silence settles over the two of you and remain in it for the rest of the way to your dorm. And despite a nagging feeling telling you otherwise, nothing happens.

The next day is another cold one, but instead of there being snow, there’s a thin layer of ice stuck to the ground as gentle rain pats down against it. Namjoon texted you his friend’s number and address this morning and informed you he’d already talked to him about it. And as per usual, decisions were made without your consent. It was bad enough you had to get up early on a weekend for work, but now instead of head straight home to bed, you have to rush off to study with some random.

"I’m so sick of the smell of coffee. I go home, my clothes smell like coffee. I go to bed, my bed smells like coffee. Drag my ass out of bed and come here, to smell what? Coffee. It’s not even nice smelling coffee either. It’s bitter and too strong, like diesel gasoline.” You keep your eyes fixed on the coffee shop’s glass doors, opting to wait for the next custom rather than acknowledge your babbling coworker. 

Namjoon told you that his friend had no other free time to spare. So, it was in the morning, or never.

“I mean, can’t they at least make it smell good? Heaven knows it already tastes like crap.” You learned rather quickly after taking this job that entertaining this man’s ranting would only add to the flames. You pity the people who walk in unknowingly and spark up a conversation with him simply for his good looks, to later find out that his mouth never shuts while doing something he despises, which would pertain to his entire job. 

“____, are you even listening to me?” His voice goes up an octave, bringing his eyebrows along for the ride.

Reluctantly you turn your head away from the doors and stare blandly at his wide rounded eyes and parted lips, “Yes, Seokjin, I’m hearing every word of what you’re saying.”

He studies you for a moment before speaking again, something he rarely does, “Ah, that’s right, you’re not a morning person. I’m sure you have it much worse. I can’t imagine already being in a bad mood and having to come here.”

“Mhm,”

“And the customers are always so rude in the morning. I don’t know how you manage." 

You don’t know how you’ve been able to keep yourself from shoving a bag of coffee beans down his throat, "Yeah,”

Work drags on as normal and as soon as the clock strikes 9:40 am you hang up your apron and fly out the door with the speed of light, completely ignoring Seokjin who calls after you, nagging about you not bothering to even tell him goodbye. 

Once outside you follow your phone’s navigation down multiple streets, your hood up while you grip an arm around your waist in a sad attempt to retain even the smallest amount of body heat. Winter, what a season that you hated to love.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

You halt. Well, that wasn’t all too far. Looking up your gaze meets a tall luxurious building.

“Madam, may I assist you?" 

You startle not realizing the man standing next to the building’s entryway, "Uh, yes? Maybe? I’m meeting a friend of mine. Would you happen to know someone by the name of Namjoon?” In your awestruck confusion, you figured that maybe the mention of Namjoon’s name would help in some way. You mean, Namjoon is the one who recommended the person who supposedly lives in, what appears to be, a tower of silver and gold.

“Ah, yes, follow me, Madam. I will show you to the floor." 

"Ok,” Your voice turns into a small whisper as you look up the building again, feeling the sheer intimidation it radiates. This can’t be the place. 

You follow the doorman inside as he leads you to an elevator at the center of a spacious lobby. Seeing as how early it is in the morning it’s not unprecedented that the whole place is empty. Most rich people probably leave as early as five in the morning to get a head start for the day, you’d assume.

“The Master is in the penthouse so we will be going rather high up. If you have a fear of heights I’d recommend avoiding the windows.” Your stomach turns as the elevator doors shut and you’re lurched up. The elevator dings each time it passes a floor and eventually you start to think that, maybe you’re going to hurl out of the top of the building and fall all the way back down to the ground because how could there be this many floors?? You supposed it was a fitting fate for one as tired as you. At least then you be getting some kind of rest.

“The Master?”

“All will be explained by the Master himself.” The doorman doesn’t even spare you a glance, his attention remaining on the rising floor number. 

“Oh,” You nod and look away wondering what exactly Namjoon had signed you up for this time. Perhaps you were about to mean a famous business leader or a master of the arts? Knowing Namjoon had set this up left nothing off the table. That guy could probably arrange a meeting with the president of the United States with his whole family’s well regarded social status.

“Here we are, Madam. Be sure to push the doorbell before entering. The Master treasurers his privacy."  The doorman bows his head and you step out of the elevator before closing the doors with the press of a button and ascending back down. 

You turn to face the other way and push the doorbell to a pair of tall smooth wooden doors as instructed. But as you wait nothing happens. You hear nothing as a whole minute ticks away and you debate just going back down in the elevator to head home for your bed. Failing any of your classes isn’t an option for you though. You hesitantly ring the bell again and pull out your phone double-checking the address just in case. It wouldn’t be all too surprising if you were in the wrong place. What kind of person around your age, that just finished school a year ago, could afford a place like this?

Once again no one comes to let you in and your impatiens begin to teeter. You swear, if this guy made you come all the way out here this early in the morning just to stand you up, you’d kill Namjoon. So, with that thought in mind, you place your index finger back on the doorbell and let it have a piece of your mind. The dinging rings out over and over again. And finally, after what felt like a thousand dings you hear a door slam from somewhere inside the penthouse, then muffled swear words and stomping just before the large door is swung open so fast you feared it might be yanked off its hinges.

"What the hell do you want from me?!” A familiar head of messy black hair, that’s even messier than normal is laid over the wrong side of his head makes you gasp. His eyes are squinted and puffy as they stare back at you in an uncouth manner.

“Uh-”

“Wait,” He’s eyes get bigger and he reaches up to rub the sleep out of his eyes almost like he’s seeing things, “____?”

Your eyes dart away awkwardly as you try to find words to say in response, “I’ll be leaving now.” You turn on your heel to run for the elevator.

“Shit, are you Namjoon’s friend that needs tutoring? Fuck, I completely forgot about that.” You could tell from the sound of his voice he was running his fingers through that messy black hair of his, but you continued walking. Fuck that guy for being attractive. You’re getting the hell out of here. No more coincidental run-ins.

“Quite alright, no need to apologize. I’ll be going now.”

“No!” He ran out in front of you to block the elevator buttons, nearly falling down in his haste to stop you, “I mean, ” He paused hardening the expression, “I promised Namjoon I’d help you. You can’t just leave.” You looked him up and down. It was strange seeing this, a side of him normally only a girlfriend or best friend would see when you’d only just met. And you barely being qualified enough to be called an acquaintance made it so it shouldn’t have been a problem to feel so awkward, if it hadn’t been for a tiny part you that was thinking about how good Min Yoongi, not only looked in casual clothes but looked without a shirt in black baggy joggers, with bedhead, sporting a sleepy voice. In fact, the more you looked at the man the more pissed off you became. How dare he tempt you in sullying your friendship with Mina by looking like that.

Suddenly taking notice in your lingering gaze Yoongi tried composing himself, putting his hand atop his head in an attempt to hide his mess of hair, “Namjoon will kill me if I go back on my word. Just come inside.”

“Put some clothes on.” You spun around in annoyance, striding into the penthouse. In all honesty, you’d rather jump from this floor to the ground than stay here, but Yoongi had reminded you why you were here. Namjoon is gone and won’t be back until the day of the presentations and you know there’s no way in hell you’d manage on your own with an unfinished project that you knew would remain that way if not given a helping hand. You know yourself well enough to know that being uninformed and out of ideas would lead to you throwing in the towel without having even tried to make a fully finished piece.

Yoongi was close on your heels, shutting the door behind him, “Actually, I thought I’d tutor you naked. Just to switch things up a bit.”

“Excuse me?!” You spun again almost sure you’d get whiplash. Yoongi was just watching your reaction in amusement and it dawned on you he was being sarcastic.

“Just a joke, ____.”

You glared, “Yeah? Well, I’d appreciate if you didn’t joke about such things with me.”

He chuckled almost endearingly, “Why?”

“Why? What do you- You know what? This is inappropriate. I’m leaving.” Judging from this conversation you had no doubt in your mind that this man had the capability of cheating on your best friend. 

You went for the door but Yoongi grabbed your upper arm before you could get past him, “You really shouldn’t take me seriously, ____. Now, stop being a child and let’s get this over with.” He removed his hand from around your arm as if it had never been there, to begin with, and walks away from you. “I’m going to put a shirt on and I’ll meet you back in here. Make yourself comfortable.” You feel like you’ve just undergone a full 360 in a short amount of time since you entered his home. Why are you here again?

Surveying up his home you walk further into what seems to be a rather cozy living room. All the colors in the room are either warm or extremely dark, except for the occasional white pillow or blanket laying around. Even the floor is tiled with warm reddish wood. The pitch-black walls contrast against the brightness flooding in through a window that covers the whole outer wall of the room. It’s similar to homes you’d only ever seen in magazines or movies.

“Wow,” you breathe out and take a seat down on a long black leather couch in the center in the room. The place has probably been professionally decorated just to Yoongi’s liking.

“Would you like something to drink? Have you eaten?”

You jump, startled, “N-no, I’m alright.”

He nods and holds a notebook out to you now sported a baggy black sweatshirt and unruly combed hair, “Here,” You hesitantly take it from him as he takes a seat next to you, “these are my old notes from when I was in school. They should be helpful. Is there anything in particular that you’re having trouble with?”

“Ah,” Right that’s what you came here for, “I’m not very good at this music stuff which is why I needed Namjoon’s help. Its extra credit for me is all. I’m majoring in film.” You pull your bag from your side, taking out all your own notes, a few hefty textbooks, and your laptop.

“What is your focus for the project then?” He leans over you watching as you open up all the proper program on your laptop. You nervously fidget, feeling your skin heat up and try leaning away from him without it being noticeable, “I want to present a completed song.” Yoongi gives you a look of ‘You can’t be fucking serious right?’ And you sigh, “Listen, I know I don’t even major in music and don’t really know what I’m doing, so it’s dumb of me to try this. But, I have a great love for music even though it isn’t my major. If I do something with this,” You point at your laptop screen, “I want it to be my very best. I really wanna try at it and I think I can hit all the points, I just need the opinion of a professional.”

He looks at you for a while before finally speaking, “You know, me helping you with this is kind of cheating.” You rose an eyebrow at him, gesturing that he elaborates. “It wouldn’t be fair to all the other students. Can’t you just choose a different route? Like, I don’t know? Doing a piece you’d put into a film or something? Something a little more down your alley?”

You shake your head, “I’ve already started. I don’t have the time to scrap anything and restart. Here,” You turn your attention back to the laptop and plug in a pair headphones then hand them to Yoongi, “Just listen and give me your thoughts.” Reluctantly he takes the headphones from you and puts them on. You press play and watch him closely, gauging his reaction as his breathe hitches not even five minutes into the song.

You quickly pause it and he takes off the headphones confused, “Was that you?”

“Was it bad? I suppose I can use auto-tune. That’s not breaking any rules right?”

“No, no, I mean,” He stops mid-sentence staring at you.

You turn away, facing your laptop, “You’re right, maybe I should just scrap it and start over.”

“No!” You flinched away from Yoongi at his sudden outburst, “No, you shouldn’t do that.” He’s to the laptop this time, studying all of your work, “It’s very good. It caught me off guard.” He puts the headphones back on then presses play again. You stare at him, in a loss for words. It was one thing to have Namjoon tell you your work was good when he was still in school, same as you. Yoongi, on the other hand, is already a music producer and judging by your surroundings he’s a very successful one.

“Is this all you have so far?” Yoongi slides the headphones back off, eyes on the screen of your laptop.

“Yeah…This is more of the ending rather than the beginning. I have parts written out and I’ve tried doing them myself like this but it just doesn’t sound the way I want it.”

Yoongi nods, “This has lots of potential. I’d like to see the beginning half. I think you can make an amazing piece with just this alone. I like how you’ve mixed the two genres. I can understand that it wouldn’t translate when using only your voice. With the way it flows, you’ll need to almost flip back a forth with two voices. Doing that will also add to the overall emotion in the song seeing as it’s a romantic piece. You’ll need someone with a lower octave that balances while with your own sound. Finding someone to do that should be hard as your voice is pretty enough on its own to captivate any listener. The difficult part is blending the just right amount of both that’s not overdoing it.”

You nod trying to ignore the flush you feel in your cheeks as you watch him flip from line to line on your recordings. 

“I’m impressed.” He looks up to you and instantly looks away.

“Thank you.”

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tags

@im-emo-motherfuckers @team-wang-puppy @seokchella

[spencerreidreads]

Room for Two part 1/?

a/n: never really sure how I feel about my fics, but I have a feeling that this one will have a lot of arguing and tension. we’ll see where it takes me

Spencer Reid. Your coworker. The man you had somehow fallen completely head over heels in love with. You’d been working with the BAU for a little over a year now and since you walked in the door you were immediately enamored with the man. At first it was just the pure sexual attraction you felt towards the man since you didn’t really know him all too well yet and everything he did turned you on, but the longer you were with the team and the more you got to know him you finally came to terms with your feelings. 

You and him became fast friends due to your eagerness to hang out with him during your free time, and the gesture wasn’t unnoticed by the genius. You even had to remind yourself sometimes to cool it because you were afraid of coming on too strong, but Spencer never said anything to you to make it seem like he minded. You became fast friends, staying up late talking about anything that came to mind, and more often than not the conversation turned to the topic of romance and relationships.

There were countless nights where you fell asleep at his place after a movie night and you would wake up in the morning on his couch with a blanket on top of you, you would go on your lunch breaks together to different cafes and places you wanted to try, he brought you coffee just the way you liked it most mornings of the week, knowing that you typically ran late and didn’t have time to get your own. When you looked up from your desk, sometimes you would find him already looking at you, causing you to blush and look away. 

Everything he had been doing for months on end had made you sure that he had feelings for you too. You were sure of it. No guy had ever treated you so nicely and just wanted to be friends. But you were wrong.

“Hey Spence wanna go grab something to eat tonight? Then maybe a movie at my place?” You asked walking up to your desk that faced his. 

You could tell that he was in a bad mood after this last case, so you were hoping that you could help him unwind a little bit. 

“No Y/N that’s okay, I’m not really in the mood.” He said pretty coldly, while packing up his bag not looking at you.

“It might make you feel better to just relax and forget about the case…”

“Y/N stop, I said no. I’ve been trying to be nice, but I don’t want to lead you on,” he looked up at you, “I’m just not looking for anything right now.”

“Is it me?” you looked down at your feet then back up at him. “No..no why would you say that?” You just shook your head and couldn’t give him an answer, “I’ll see you tomorrow Spencer.” That was just a week ago, and besides the first night where you cried yourself to sleep, you were fine. Or at least you told yourself you were fine. You started waking up a half hour earlier so you could get your own coffee, something that Spencer had definitely noticed. The team had noticed that you weren’t really hanging out with him as often anymore which sparked confusion.

“Hey Y/N is everything alright with you and Spencer?” JJ asked walking up and sitting on your desk. 

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You asked confused.

“It just seemed like things were heating up between you guys, but I haven’t really seen you talk much this past week…” JJ eyed you knowingly.

You sighed and gave in filling her in on yours and Spencer’s conversation from last week. “Sooo, that’s that and I’m over it,” you stated like it was a fact.

“You can’t be over it that fast…” JJ looked at you concerned.

You shrugged, “Watch me be.”

In an attempt to make it seem like you didn’t care about Spencer ending whatever you had going on, you spent the next few weeks resorting to using other men. It had become a joke that you were now the replacement for Derek on their team, and after hearing many stories about his love conquests, you couldn’t argue with them because that was the new side of you that they saw. 

So here you were walking into the BAU in yesterday's makeup, hair in a messy bun, but a fresh outfit due to your go bag being in your car, but you were sure the team would notice anyway. It wasn’t the first time you’d walked in after one of your one night stands. 

“Morning,” you said loudly enough for Spencer, JJ, and Luke to all hear as you set your stuff down by your desk. 

"Long night?” Luke chuckled, making JJ shake her head, but also earning a little smile. 

JJ was your best friend on the team and she knew you were being safe so hearing about your nights out was fun for her.

Spencer was never a huge fan of hearing about anyone’s sexual conquests, he never had been, but when he saw that you were about to speak he leaned into the conversation actually interested, you weren’t sure why though. The only thing that seemed to please Spencer was that you were acting as if nothing had happened between you, as if you had never had an ounce of anything resembling romance between the two of you.

This was all about trying to forget about him, eventually you had to find someone you liked better than him right?

“Well I mean you saw me leave with him, he was hot wasn’t he JJ?” you looked over at her with a smirk.

“Oh yeah he was definitely one of the hottest guys there last night, you got really lucky. Are you going to see him again?” 

“Yeah about that--”

“He wasn’t that good looking,” Spencer butted in with a weird look on his face.

“What?” You focused your attention on him.

“Yeah it happens every time you go out Y/N. You have a few drinks, you find a tall guy with decent features and suddenly he’s the hottest guy in the room THAT night. Until we go out again and then you do it all over again.”

All four of you were sitting there quiet, with everyone's eyes on you. You never felt bad about sleeping around, in fact you told yourself if you acted like you didn’t care long enough about Spencer you eventually wouldn’t care.

All you could do was look at him, he had no right to judge you for how you chose to deal with your feelings. He was the one who said he didn’t want to be with you.

Instead of saying anything snarky back like you normally would, you just stood up and quietly muttered, “I’m going to go get some coffee.”

Once you were out of sight, JJ looked over at Spencer again, “What the hell was that?”

“What? It’s the truth!” he defended himself. 

“Spencer, even if it is the truth you shouldn’t say it, that was beyond messed up what you did. You obviously hurt her feelings,” JJ explained quietly afraid that you’d come back into the bullpen at any moment.

Spencer hadn’t even considered your feelings when he started speaking, he was merely just stating how you seemed to form a pattern in your night time excursions, it just happened to sound harsh. He had to admit though that he didn’t like seeing you leave bars all the time with random men. He didn’t want to lead you on that was true, but he told himself he was just protecting himself. 

He loved spending time with you and there was no doubt in his mind that you were beautiful, but if he decided to give himself to you fully, that meant being vulnerable and he wasn’t ready to do that. So instead he decided to cut things off with you, and just like he predicted you didn’t seem to care. 

When you hadn’t come back to the bullpen ten minutes later, Spencer decided to go looking for you. He walked towards the break room and heard laughter coming from Penelope’s office. You had quickly grabbed your coffee and found comfort in the safety of her office away from the judgement of some. 

Penelope missed Derek dearly and having someone giving her dirty details of her weekend was the highlight of her morning, always making them break out into fits of giggles.

“...So you snuck out before he woke up and he doesn’t have your number? It was that bad?” Garcia asked holding back a laugh.

“You have no idea! It was so hard not to laugh in his face...I already have plans though for tonight with someone else,” You both broke out into more giggles, only stopping when you heard the knock on the already open door. 

Of course he had to hear more about your night just to judge you more.He had originally come to apologize to you, but after hearing the nature of your conversation he just got himself more worked up at the situation. 

“Wow you really get around don’t you?” Spencer leaned against the door frame.

“What did you just say to me?” You stood up angrily, still on the opposite side of the room, not really caring that Penelope was in the room with you.

“It’s pretty unforgivable Y/N,” Spencer remained calm, knowing exactly what to say to push your buttons.

“That’s funny because I don’t remember asking you to forgive me!” You were walking closer to him now.

“Who’s next? There’s so many guys to choose from here, why even waste the energy of going to the bar? I hear a lot of them like to sleep around too.” He smirked, as if he was proud of his snide comment, and started to walk away.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back not allowing him to have the last word, “You ended things with me Spencer! You don’t get to say all these awful things to me. I was done with all the boys when I met you, but you didn’t want me so you don’t get to call me a whore.”

“Whatever this is, is done.”

“Finally.”

—tags—

@fandomblitch @literallyprentissstwin @marvelouspotterhead @skrrrrrrrrrrt @detectivebourbon @itwaswhileyouweresleeping @canipetyourdog3 @mantlereid @well-itsbeenfun @forcingsmiles247 @answer-the-sirens @smilechannie

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Double Trouble Reunion, part 12.5.2

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: S1 and S2 noticed that, due to recent events, Tony lost some weight and make it their mission to help him go back to his usual, rounder self. T2 happily tags along. 

length: 5 460

warnings: this part goes in tune with my body acceptance fics, more known as chubby!Tony fics, so Tony putting on a bit of weight and indulging in food and he and Steve enjoying the process if you don’t like this idea, feel free to skip this part! (but if you like it, remember to send me feedback!)

a/n: so, this is a very me kind of fic... and this is the first time we are exploring this theme in DTR (slightly mentioned in DT), so I am exciteeed what you think! comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed! also, for those of you who missed the info, next week I will post a Halloween inspired chapter of DTR! 

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 12.5.2

Having a double definitely had its perks. There was finally someone who could keep up with his train of thoughts, who he could bounce off ideas with and come up with new solutions and new inventions. All this creative process was great. Just that with the good stuff came the bad stuff too.

Tony never before realized that he rambled. He heard some complaints, but never gave too much thought about it. And, boy, did he ramble, and a lot, spewing out the most random ideas, that when still in his brain seemed like the greatest things ever, but when said out loud sounded absurd and unreal. And it was being said gently.

"Okay, no, no," Tony suddenly stopped, letting still talking T2 go ahead of him, the chatter continuing. "You can't be serious about this," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Of course I am serious!" T2 yelled out, that crazy scientist sparkle so visible in his eyes. Once that would be over Tony had some profound apology to say to Steve, who had to listen to his ramble too often and Tony finally understand what that eye-rolling meant. Some of the ideas could be… too weird. "We need to be always prepared!"

"Oh my God," Tony rubbed his forehead, not believing that he was having this conversation. Not with anyone and it was even weirder to have it with himself. "T2, that's definitely crossing the line!"

"Crossing the line? Look me in the eyes, and tell me that you never thought about installing an Iron Man connected system to the flusher in the toilet."

Yes, that was what Tony was thinking each time he sat on the toilet. How to get suited up while doing number two.

"Of course not!" Tony snapped.

"Then I say you are extremely unprepared," T2 raised his eyebrows, not believing that his counterpart could be that careless.

"No one is going to attack us in the toilet!" Tony tried reasoning, raising his voice up.

"It doesn't have to be a direct attack! What if there is an emergency?" T2 tried to defend his idea.

"Then I am sure I can find like five seconds to get in the suit!"

"I could save you those five seconds. Seriously, let's order a toilet set and I will get right to work and -"

Someone needed less coffee and more sleep.

"T2, enough!" Tony ordered, trying to get the other him to listen and cease the chatter. "Enough, okay? This… This is too much and you are acting paranoid I don't want to hear about it. Ah ah ah, zip it!" he reminded seeing his counterpart opening his mouth, and making a pouty face later on. "Besides, we can always - wait. Do you smell it?" Tony asked, some scent tingling his nostrils. And not in a bad, toilet-related way.

Putting his nose high in the air, T2 took some deep breaths through his nose. "Mhhhhm. Smells like chocolate," he smiled dreamily.

"Smells like a trap," Tony narrowed his eyes.

"What?" T2 laughed looking at the other him and laughing more at the way Tony's whole body tensed. "What are you talking about?"

"I tell you, this is some sort of trick!" Tony argued.

"And who is paranoid now," T2 giggled. He walked behind Tony and put hands on his arm, pushing him forward and following the smell.

"Hey, about time! It's almost ready," Steve smiled happily seeing both of his boys, closing the oven, a strong smell of chocolate filling the room.

"What's ready?" Tony asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. He watched T2 skipping to his Steve and kissing him on the cheek, next he placed a kiss on Steve's already puffed out cheek.

And then Tony realized the truth.

It was a triple trap.

"So, that toilet talk was just a distraction?" Tony looked at T2, not liking the way the other him was smiling. Too pleased with himself.

"Dunno what you mean, other me," T2 laughed, although Steves exchanged intrigued looks. Toilet?

"Cookie?" S2 dropped the topic for the time being and presented to Tony a plate of delicate puff pastries with swirls of chocolate. Gold and crisp and tasty. "Brownies need to cool down a little first," and the source of the strong smell of chocolate was revealed.

Definitely a trap.

"Okay, what's going on?" Tony asked, crossing arms and looking defensive. It wasn't rare that they ate sweets together, even if Steve grumbled that Tony's habit of replacing a proper meal with a box of donuts was unacceptable and the same thing applied to T2.

"Babe, we just wanted to do something nice for you," Steve said gently, trying to soothe his boyfriend.

Ah, so that's what it was. Guilt. Good that they made it clear and the tension left Tony's body. He was very spoiled by his three lovers in the last days, who tried to make up to him for the last, kinda failed tickle session, and Tony received only loving care from all of them. It was nice, very nice, but maybe the time has come for it all to be toned down a little because as much as Tony liked to be pampered, he missed the roughhousing.

"And something else…"

Tony didn't move, waiting for the continuation.

"Ummm… Me and S2… Uh, we - " Steve rambled, not finding the proper words, his voice getting lost. He looked at S2, silently asking for help.

S2 seemed a lot more comfortable speaking his mind. "To put it short - you became too skinny, we don't like it, we want to fatten you up a bit," he recited, sounding almost blunt.

"What?" Tony burst, his voice rising in pitch a bit. After S2's explanation, Steve looked away at the ceiling, clearly embarrassed, S2 blinked innocently, and T2 smiled sunnily and Tony just stood there. Truth to be told, he did notice the change in his body lately. His belly and hips became a bit smaller in the last days since he had neglected eating in favor of working, but there was also another factor that contributed to his loss of weight. When someone did as much laughing as he did lately, some calorie burning was bound to happen. Overall, it couldn't be much, maybe five pounds at most, but Steve's skilled hands could obviously feel the difference.

"How about him?" Tony asked, pointing at his counterpart. "Why he can't gain weight instead?"

"It is not about gaining weight. We just want you to go back to your usual size," S2 explained more.

Ah, to his slightly chubby size. Muffin top and all.

"What if I like my new size?" Tony asked, suspicion growing in him again. He knew that Steve always enjoyed him more when he had more meat on his bones and the affection didn't change no matter his weight.

"Then we will like it too," S2 said warmly, meaning what he said. They all loved Tony for so much more than just his cute, round belly and curved hips and sticking out butt. Tony was a delicious morsel at any size. "It is up to you."

That was reassuring to hear. Tony didn't mind gaining a little bit of weight, just enough to fill in his pants the way he used too. And gaining weight, meant eating and Tony was a big fan of that. Yet, he didn't want to look as if he was looking forward to it all, because that might give his lovers a wrong impression. He had to play it all his own way. Slowly, Tony started to grin.

"Mhhhhhm. I will think about it," Tony decided, feeling that the roles reversed and he had an upper hand. That could be a very interesting experience if done right on his part.

"Sure, take your time," S2 smiled, speaking on the behalf of the whole group. "But first,"  he started, and Tony saw a brownies pan being placed in the middle of the table on a heat resistant mat, four spoons following. "Maybe you want a slice?"

Tony looked at the brownies. Still warm, fudgy and chewy inside, with a crispy layer on top. It looked really, really good. And smelled beyond amazing.

Okay, maybe just a bite…

"I agree," Tony said, one huge portion of brownies later, which they all had shared, eating directly from the pan. He licked the spoon and put it in his mouth, savoring the last taste of chocolate. "We can do it, but on my terms. Meaning, I am gonna decide what I am gonna eat and in what amount," he bargained, needing to have some control over their mini-project.

"Sure thing," S2 agreed, and Steve and T2 nodded to his words, smiling at him. Tony sunk into the chair, some delicious warm still present in his belly from the warm brownies. He definitely needed something to cut the rich chocolate.

"So, ice cream now?" Tony asked, smiling back at his lovers. Their project just started.

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"I noticed you were awfully quiet today."

Steve's startled eyes meet with Tony's analyzing ones. Before he could answer or react in any way, Tony pushed him back into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it so no one would interrupt them.

"Well?" Tony reminded, waiting for an explanation.

Steve glanced at the door, before back at Tony. "Did you wait for me outside?" he asked instead. It was too much of a coincidence for his boyfriend just to casually pass the bathroom.

"Don't change the subject," Tony didn't find it relevant to answer. Maybe it was childish to corner Steve in the bathroom, but since the deal, they all had made in the kitchen, Tony had an unpleasant feeling that Steve avoided him. He didn't talk much, looked at Tony only when he wasn't looking back. It all weirded Tony out. They needed some privacy to talk. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Steve looked down at his feet, once again avoiding Tony's gaze. "I am not ignoring you."

"Then look at me when you are talking to me."

Steve did. Somehow Tony would prefer if Steve kept looking down because the mix of feelings reflected in the blue eyes was alarming. Uncertainty. Guilt. Embarrassment.

That was too confusing.

"Would you prefer if I didn't agree?" Tony asked, not understanding what was happening. Steve was involved in the scheme that took place in the early afternoon but currently looked pretty much like regretting it.

"No, it is not that," Steve sighed, doing a step back and sitting at the edge of the bathtub.

"Then what is it?" Tony continued asking, his voice becoming gentler when he realized how uncomfortable his boyfriend was. "You can tell me," he tried soothing, standing in front of Steve and running his hands through the blond hair when Steve leaned forward and put his forehead against Tony's stomach.

Steve sighed again, wrapping arms around Tony's waist, holding him closer. There were many ways he had to learn to share Tony with T2 and S2. And the whole idea of spoiling his boyfriend was great and initially Steve was all up for it, but then doubt set in, doubt changing into some other feeling.

He didn't feel jealous for some time but couldn't help it anymore.

"It is hard for me to share you, you know," Steve finally spoke, muttering the words, "and this is another way I have to share you."

"Hmm," Tony understood what Steve meant. They both let the other dimension couple very deep into their world. Maybe even too deep. They were sharing their kinks, their private life, practically the most intimate aspects of their relationship were there in the open for S2 and T2 to explore and learn. Not that it was bad, and Tony knew that Steve was enjoying this situation as much as he did, but slowly, there was nothing more left for just the two of them. During the time T2 had appeared for the first time, they had left some things out on purpose. Back then, Tony's slightly higher weight in comparison to T2's weight was a source of playful jokes and humor, and T2 remained oblivious of the more sensual side to it. The times Steve cooked something delicious just to watch Tony eat with appetite. The way Tony murmured and licked his fingers on purpose, teasing Steve. And the breaking point, when after all teasing during a shared meal, Steve couldn't last any longer and ripped clothes off of his boyfriend, his lips and tongue and fingers exploring the curved belly and teasing and tasting and savoring him, just as much as Tony savored delicious food. It was theirs, but, like many things, it was supposed to become a shared thing.

"It is hard for me to share you too," Tony smiled gently, scrubbing Steve's scalp affectionately. It wasn't easy when it all started when he had to share Steve with T2, and it didn't become much easier when Steve and S2 used to lock themselves away. In those moments, he kept repeating to himself that Steve was enjoying their unique foursome situation and it was all that mattered, and in the meantime, Tony had T2 to keep him company. "But it will be fine, Steve. I sill love you the most," he added on teasing note, hoping to ease the tension.

Big, sad blue eyes looked on him. "Promise?" Steve asked.

"Promise," Tony chuckled, leaning his head down and kissed the top of Steve's head. Steve returned the kiss, but kissed Tony's stomach instead, making his boyfriend twitch and smile.

"God, you are skinny. I neglected you," Steve said, and Tony was sure he wasn't talking to him, but to his belly. "I will make it up to you. We all will."

"It didn't change that much," Tony smiled, his tummy quivering a bit when Steve's nose traced over the cotton of his shirt. "You still can't see my ribs or anything," he tried joking.

"That reminds me," Steve hummed, rolling Tony's shirt up, and Tony glanced down curiously at what was happening when he felt the movement. The embrace on his hips suddenly tightened. "I better take some careful measurements of you. Just to make sure that we are making progress."

Tony shrieked and burst into squeaky giggling when soft lips nibbled on his belly. Down the sides, sucking the skin on his lower belly and a tongue following the curve, until the tip found his outie belly button, wiggling over the small nub. Already teasing and testing and Tony's eyelids fluttered in delight, laughter mixing with pleased moans while his belly button was getting all this lovely attention.

It was a great start and Tony couldn't wait for more.

***

"Pf. They think they are so covert."

T2 and S2 looked at each other with a smile, when the water started running, drawing out a bit the laughter and moans on the other side of the door leading to the bathroom. T2 didn't know what was the bigger offense - the waste of water or S1 and T1 underestimating them.

"I kinda want to burst there and ruin their fun. Don't you?" T2 asked his boyfriend. He didn't mind the other couple sneaking out and having a private moment with each other, but they could just tell them that they had a need. Not suddenly disappear.

"Why?" S2 asked, taking his boyfriend's hand and pulling him close. "I have everything I need on this side of the door," he said, looking with love at the brunet in his arms.

T2 smiled back. "That's cute, but I saw how you were looking at T1 when he agreed on putting on weight. I admit I felt threatened for a moment there."

"Threatened?" S2 chuckled, urging his boyfriend to jump up so he could carry him, and T2 did, wrapping legs around blond's hips, S2 hands holding him below the butt. "You didn't realize it yet, huh?" he asked with a smile, walking away from the bathroom door, letting S1 and T1 make out in peace.

"Realize what?"

S2's smile became a little sharper. He adjusted his hands and pinned fingers into his boyfriend's round butt and T2 gasped and shivered. With a puzzled expression on his face, he looked at his boyfriend, but except the hungry smile, he didn't get much of an answer.

Since T2 came back from his first trip from the dimension they were currently in, S2 noticed that his boyfriend seemed a little bigger in size. His face became a little more rounder, some weight stayed on his belly and hips and butt, giving him a lovely figure. Unexpectedly, S2 grew to love those changes, exploring the new curves with gentle touches of fingers and greedy bites of teeth.

S2 loved his curvy boyfriend with all his heart, and he intended to keep him that way, and their little project would be a great help. Before that would start, it seemed they had the rest of the afternoon only to themselves and even if S2 just had dessert, his appetite for delicious things was insatiable and T2 was easily the most delectable thing he could think of.

***

The project 'put the donk back in Tony's badonkadonk' was going smoothly and Tony felt great. He kept coming up with more and more dishes, and whatever he wished for, Steves delivered. Tony enjoyed this kind of control and even more enjoyed the lustful looks he was getting from both Steves whenever he was eating and the grabby hands groping him so often to check if he was filling up nicely. T2 was getting the same kind of attention and soon Tony involved T2 a bit more, knowing that they both could benefit from this situation and let his counterpart make some decisions.

"I wanna go out," T2 said suddenly when he and Tony were finishing bowls of creamy seafood chowder. A little spicy, with heavy cream to tone it down, bits of octopus, mussels, shrimps, and fish submerged in the aromatic broth. What was not to love.

"Out where?" Tony asked, spooning mussels into his mouth. Soft and tender.

"Maybe some restaurant," T2 smiled, "maybe a double date."

"You know they won't agree on a double date," Tony finished his soup and leaned back in the seat, patting his belly. It was good to feel full.

"They will if you play it right. You didn't believe they would agree to bake a cheesecake with a cherry pie inside," T2 grinned, remembering the cake from a few days ago that didn't have the right to work, but somehow Steves did it and it was delicious. No matter what, seemingly, impossible food combinations he and T2 came up with, Steves cooked it, just to keep them satiated.

Tony laughed. Maybe it was worth a shot. And going to some nice restaurant with candles and formal clothes did sound like a nice idea.

"Finished with the soup?"

Tonys smiled dreamily seeing both their boyfriends walking into the living room. While Tonys were finishing the first course, Steves were preparing another dish and this time Tonys asked for something simple, meaning pizza rolls, just to have some sort of snack during the day.

"Yeah, it was great, thank you," Tony handed over his empty bowl, T2 giving his bowl to S2.

Steve put the bowl out of the way and sat on the couch next to Tony, urging him to lay on his back. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked, doing some small circles with his palm over Tony's belly, soothing him. He had a thing for Tony enjoying food and liked his soft belly, but he didn't want to cross the line when it was too much and caused discomfort.

"Yeah," Tony closed his eyes, enjoying the belly rub and feeling warmth spreading all over his body. It was a nice, soothing feeling. "Yeah, I am good."

"You look good too."

It was a sentence said in a timid voice and Tony opened his eyes, just in time to catch the disappearing blush from Steve's face, but the dark, lustful look lingered in his eyes for longer. Tony grinned sharply. It seemed that T2 was right and he really had the Steves in a hold.

S2 decided to be less subtle than S1.

"Show me."

There was a giggle, and Tony glanced over at the other couple and saw T2 lifting his shirt up, showing his rounder belly to S2.

"Very good," S2 praised, lightly kneading the soft layer on T2's stomach, making his boyfriend shiver and lips twist in a smile. His thumb brushed over the innie belly button and poked inside experimentally, T2 bucking up with a laugh at the sensation.

"Steheheve," T2 giggle whimpered, watching nervously as his boyfriend climbed over him, and leaned down, mouth getting lower and lower. Tony couldn't see what was happening, S2's back blocking the view, but basing on the loud, shrieked out laughter, he could guess that S2 wriggled his tongue into T2's belly button, teasing and tasting his skin. The sight got even further blocked, when he had his own super soldier climbing over him, Steve's cheeks heated and lips parted as he slowly rolled Tony's shirt up and Tony kept still and smiled encouragingly, stretching out and putting his hands over his head for a more comfortable position. Some opened mouth, slow kisses on his belly made him sigh delightfully and tremble, but it was the firm licks on his sticking out belly button that drove him absolutely insane with pleasure and laughter.

There was still some time before pizza rolls would be done and Steve had their own meal planned.

***

"What?!"

Of course, there was going to be a protest. Tony was expecting it.

"I and T2 want to go out for dinner and have a double date," Tony repeated patiently, keeping a pleasant smile on and lasting Steve's scolding look. The four of them were in the kitchen, sitting at the table and it seemed a good time to bring that topic up after the very nice moments shared on the couch in the living room.

By the look on Steve's face, it showed that there was no good time for such a conversation. That was too dangerous. Too risky. They somehow made it the last time when he had taken Tonys out on a date, but with four of them, it was -

"That's not an option."

"Sure."

Tony's mouth opened before he smiled in triumph. T2 turned on his chair and stared at his boyfriend, who was near the counter, placing hot pizza rolls on a plate. Steve just thinned his lips angrily. Did S2 just agree?

"Can I have a word with you? In private?" Steve asked in a harsh tone, looking at his counterpart's back. When S2 turned around, he was smiling broadly.

"Nah, I rather not have private conversations with you, when you clench your jaws like that," S2 answered in humor and put the pizza rolls on the table. Tony noticed that Steve tried to relax his face, but the stubborn look didn't leave his eyes.

"I don't think you understand the risk here," Steve said, turning directly to S2, while Tonys reached for the rolls. Snacks and a show.

"I think you think too much about risks," S2 turned the sentence around. "What's wrong with all four of us going out?"

"Uh, plenty!" Steve pointed out the obvious. "You are just all carefree about this because whatever will happen me and Tony will have to deal with the consequences!"

That didn't seem to convince S2. "Then we just have to make sure that nothing will happen," he continued to smile. "Right, guys?"

T2 nodded, mouth full of bread, cheese and tomato sauce. Tony showed his agreement by giving thumbs up.

"In such moments, I don't believe any of you," Steve said flatly, warily eyeing each of his lovers. He didn't like those quiet moments of unison between the three of them.

"Let me rephrase that," Tony tried again, brushing the crumbs off his mouth and sucking his fingers. That already send a nice shiver down Steves spine, but this time the gesture was only for his Steve. "If you want to keep playing with this," he patted his belly gently, "take us all out for a dinner date."

"Are you blackmailing me?" Steve narrowed eyes at his boyfriend, knowing that Tony could play dirty but never suspecting he would do so against him and in front of the other couple.

"I call it negotiating," Tony sucked the tomato sauce off his finger, his voice light and carefree.

There was some tension in the air forming, Tony and Steve looking deeply into each other eyes. A sudden clanking sound brought them back, the source being S2 who yanked the plate with pizza rolls and held it away.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Oh, you just looked like wanting to throw T1 on the table and take him right here and right now," S2 grinned. There was something about T1 and S2 encounters that just screamed sexual tension and it was one of those moments. "Needed to save pizza rolls if that happened."

"Feel free to continue," T2 encouraged, waving his hand at them.

The heavy atmosphere was gone, and Tony laughed at the ridiculous situation, while Steve curled and hid face in his hands. They all just loved to make him uncomfortable and watch him squirm.

"Steve, listen, I and T2 thought it all through -"

"We will go to one of those fancy restaurants, where everyone is too stuck up to pay attention to anyone-"

"- candlelight instead of regular light, and we will get the most secluded table -"

" - food, Steve! Think of the food!"

"Alright, alright," Steve stopped the chatter, needing a moment to think. It still sounded too risky in his head. But having someone else prepare dinner, did start to sound like a nice option. Tonys kept looking hopefully at him, and S2 smiled, silently asking him to agree. Maybe it could work…

"Fine, I agree, but!" Steve added before general happiness could take over them all, "we are going to do it only if you two will be good and our project will be a success. Then we can go out and celebrate," Steve negotiated and took a pizza roll between his fingers, putting it closer to Tony. In simpler words, if Tonys kept eating, they would get their dinner date.

Tony smiled hungrily and leaned closer, taking the whole roll out from Steve's hand in one big chomp, gently biting on blond's finger in the process. That was a kind of negotiating Tony could definitely agree on.

***

The week was ending and Tonys kept their part of the bargain. Steve had no leverage to cut the deal off, and Tony put in some extra effort in making sure that Steve would not try to back out, most of his attempts involving slow hips movements and a bottle of chocolate sauce and Steve's mind blanked too much in such moments.

The restaurant seemed perfect for them. It opened a while ago, and was pretty crowded, letting them blend in with other men in expensive suits and women in cocktail dresses. The light was subtle and the dining hall was appropriately dimmed, bringing attention to the food and people sharing tables, but not the other guests. Despite all of that, Steve couldn't shake off the nervous feeling.

"Ready?"

A hand slipped under his arm, and Steve saw Tony next to him, elegant as always in a dark suit and pristine white shirt underneath. Whenever Tony wore an evening suit it was like magic happened.

"Yeah," Steve nodded, hooking his arm with Tony's as they walked to the maitre d', because, of course, this place was available only by reservation. Just to not raise suspicions, T2 and S2 were supposed to come a few minutes after them.

"You look very elegant," Tony said in a velvety voice, praising Steve's choice of clothes. At the beginning of their relationship, Tony always chose the suits for his boyfriend, but with time, Steve developed a taste of his own. Italian made suits, ones that accentuated his long legs and broad shoulders, were always a great option for him.

"Learnt from the best," Steve returned the compliment, remembering all the tips Tony had given him when it came to choosing the right suit and Tony smiled at him. "Reservation for four on James Barnes," he said to the maitre d', and the man checked the name on the list and asked them to follow him to the table.  

So far so good.

***

Shamefully, Steve had to admit that it got even better. Just as they wished, their table was in a secluded part of the restaurant, tucked in a private, intimate corner. Tony took care of the ordering, choosing wine and hors d'oeuvres for a start before they moved to the main course. The serves were moving swiftly and almost unnoticeable and they were free to chat and enjoy each other's company.

There was something incredibly enticing about watching Tonys in an elegant setting, delicately treating every morsel of food and taking languid sips of wine. S2 seemed mesmerized too, but Steve also noticed that the other him presented himself incredibly well in a three-piece, steel grey suit. He also saw the slight discomfort in his counterpart and knew that he looked the same, never finding himself in such formal settings, even if Tonys seemed to thrive in them. After all, it was a more familiar situation for their boyfriends and both Steves agreed on a date in this restaurant just for them.

"Steve, you need to try this," Tony turned to his boyfriend, smiling at him and holding a fork with twirled pasta on it, his hand placed below to catch the dripping sauce. "It really is good."

Steve leaned in and took the bite. Springy pasta, a bit spicy tomato sauce and garlic oil, some saltiness from the capers and olives. He could easily make the same thing at home and pay half of the price just for the ingredients.

"It is good," Steve agreed, enjoying Tony's smile. The food was good, maybe even great, but seeing Tony slowing down and enjoying himself was even greater. Before Tony could move away, Steve took his hand, the one with some droplets of the sauce and pressed to his lips in a kiss, tasting the sauce again. "Tastes even better like this," he hummed, and Tony looked down, a little bit flustered at the tender gesture. Back home, he would smile and laugh it off, but here it seemed such a bold move, even bolder when he thought about how nervous Steve was with taking them all out. He had to admit, he liked this daring side of Steve.

"Well, aren't you resourceful," Tony tried to joke, looking subtly around if anyone noticed the gesture, but the nearest people were T2 and S2 and they seemed pretty busy sharing a black pepper crusted wagyu steak S2 had ordered and T2's cheese ravioli, basically feeding each other.

Seeing how great it all was going, maybe they could go a step further.

"You know," Steve said, going back to his portion of duck confit served with creamy mashed potatoes and red cabbage braised with apples in red wine. He tore a piece of the dark meat and put it on his fork together with a bit of cabbage and potatoes. "I think I saw some hotel on our way here. Maybe we could extend this evening. What do you think?" he asked, turning to T2 and S2, who looked at first a little shocked at the proposition, but then smiled.

"Sounds good," S2 confirmed on his and T2's behalf, and T2 nodded.

"You would be fine with this?" Steve looked at Tony, holding his fork up, offering Tony his bite.

Tony looked surprised before a delighted smile showed on his face. That already told Steve the answer, and if he had doubts, the way Tony took the offered food, biting on the fork cautiously enough to not damage his teeth, but with enough force to let Steve feel the tug, was a clear answer.

They all ordered desserts to go, already having in mind how they would eat the slices of heavy chocolate cake dripping with sauce and profiteroles with delicate freshly whipped cream. And no forks or plates were needed.

Besides, Steve still had to check if his favorite belly achieved the goal he had set for this week and he needed only his tongue to do that.

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The Followers: The Adviser

Part four of my DMP fanfic, set in the same universe as @internetremix​‘s games. Enjoy!

“I…I just don’t get it…he was supposed to be here an hour ago,” a woman in a black sweatshirt mumbled, hugging one arm around her stomach and scrolling through her phone with the other. Slightly off balance, fidgeting with the cloth in her free hand, lips pursed, eyes shifting back and forth; well, at that point she was just lying through her teeth. This obviously wasn’t the first time this had happened. Taking another look at the woman, a small image faded in and out of existence over her head: a man kissing a woman who was most certainly not the desperate one on the phone. Oh what a pity.

“Excuse me, miss, pardon my interruption, but I couldn’t help but overhear,” the young man said, tapping the other woman on the shoulder and offering a small piece of paper. He smiled sympathetically. “I’m terribly sorry to tell you this, but I think you might want to call this number. Oh, and just so you know, it’s not her fault, she has no idea what’s going on.”

The woman hesitated, gingerly reaching out for the slip of paper. “I…I’m not sure I understand...” she stammered, her words trailing off once her fingers brushed the fresh ink. She furrowed her eyebrows, darkness spreading out from her irises and swirling within her pupils. Snatching the paper out of his hands, she stormed out of the library with fire just about bursting from her shouts. “That son of a-”

The young man just sighed and shook his head, his long white hair brushing across his face as his footsteps carried him into the endless rows of bookshelves. He blended in with the other academics roaming the aisles, his long white jacket draping over a crisp dress shirt and brown slacks. Well, he was fairly certain she wasn’t going to do anything that rash; she seemed to have a fairly good head on her shoulders and this was just the last proverbial straw. Then again, it would be far more interesting to see just how far off the rails she could go, see if this action would lead her to something more…drastic. But that wasn’t precisely his job. Besides, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

His fingers trailing along the book spines, images faded in and out of his vision. The Lieutenant with the Captain, the Witch at her potions, the Huntress stalking her prey, the slaughter at the clearing, the screams of the newly damned. He smirked, waving the scenes away with a hand. A fight? Without him? Well, he wasn’t too terribly upset about missing the fun; his place had never been on the battlefield proper. He was The Adviser, after all, the one who brought Her information that no one else could ever dream of discovering.

Maybe he had once been mortal; the details had always been somewhat up for debate and all anyone could discern is that at one point he did not exist, and at another point, he did. Whatever the case, he had never been precisely normal. Whereas most living things with any ounce of sense were drawn to structure in one way or another, he was always drawn to whatever option opposed that of the masses. He had a hunger for the contrary, for the strange, for the weird, and he sought it out whenever he could, twisting the universe in strange ways that seemed to ignore the laws of reality.

It was really inevitable that he would come across whispers of the Infinite Game, an endless cycle of death and rebirth lead by a woman no living mortal could really describe. Even rarer still were the whispers of people who had seen the games but did not play themselves, saying they had watched from the sidelines while the doomed played on for the audience’s twisted enjoyment. While he had first dismissed the rumors as nonsense, he slowly felt his curiosity get the better of him and felt every fiber of his being pulling him towards the games. So, the young man did what he did best and scoured the earth for information, pouring through tomes and asking anyone with connections to the worlds beyond. When he had exhausted them all, he was approached by a woman with short blonde hair and beckoned through a door he was certain had not been there before. She spoke rapidly yet in great detail, explaining how she had heard of his wish to see one of the games, and how she could very easily fulfill that wish if he so desired. To this day, he still blames lack of sleep for agreeing as quickly as he did.

He would give credit where credit was due; She did hold up her end of the bargain. He did indeed get to see one of the games. As it turns out, however, the easiest way to see one of the games was to become one of the players.

That is how he found himself standing in a strange mystical landscape with nine other people he could clearly see were irrefutably dead. While annoyed, and more than a little fearful of what would happen to a living player who died among a sea of the damned, he was not about to play entirely by her rules. As it turned out, though the majority of his powers were sapped by the rules of the realm, he still had one left at his disposal. Each time the sun dipped below the far horizon and the moon rose into the starry sky, he reached out into the minds of his fellow players and peeked at what She had assigned them this time around. Each time the moon fell beyond the clouds and the sun shone down upon the bodies, he stilled his tongue and carefully interjected when needed, steering the other players away from the innocents and towards the ones he knew without a doubt were causing this madness. Each time he did, he could feel Her increasing frustrations and Her unending curiosity. As the games had already begun and there were technically no rules in Her favor, She could not stop him.

In the end, they ended up losing just four members of the game between clever guesswork and a heavy heaping of luck. The young man simply breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the other players were swallowed up by the earth as the world collapsed, fully expecting the wrath of the Murder God to drag him down into the abyss alongside his new companions. Instead, he watched as a slender hand reached down out of the unending sky. Faced with the certainty of death or the uncertainty of whatever lied ahead, he knew he had really only one option.

He jumped and grabbed Her hand.

He stopped at the last tome on the shelf, gingerly removing a large red book bound in leather and emblazoned with five pointed stars. Out of place for a modern place such as this, but no one seemed to really notice it was there at all. A smile crossed his face. So, the wards had worked after all. Opening the book to a seemingly random page, he ran his finger along the words as the library bubbled away and was replaced with the bustling sounds of a street corner cafe.

Satisfied, he closed the book and turned the corner. Of all the tables outside the busy cafe, only one had any people at all. Weaving through the maze of chairs, he took a seat at the last open chair at the table. It was even set with silverware and a glass of ice water.

“You know, we were going to get you something else once she was done doing her witchy stuff,” the Lieutenant said with a smirk, pointing his head at the Witch and setting down a cup of coffee.

“I even got the good mint tea,” the Witch said with exaggerated sarcasm and a smirk, slowly sipping from the steaming mug.

“What can I say, I got bored,” the young man said with a smile, setting the book down on the metal table. “Besides, I figured I save you all a few dollars.”

“And us a trip out,” the Huntress replied, taking a large swig of what was presumably fruit juice. “Well, now we’ve got our Lieutenant, our Witch, our Adviser, and of course, our Huntress.”

“Just one more to go,” the Lieutenant sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Well, normally I’d say let’s go and find our remaining lovely lady. But since we’ve got you on hand and you’re actually good at this stuff, I’m going to defer to you on this one, Adviser. So, what’s it looking like?”

The young man simply picked up the glass and plucked an icecube between two of his fingers. Holding it up to the light, a vision sparked in the back of his mind. Starting out as not much more than garbled nonsense, the message quickly became clear as the sunlight pierced through the frozen crystals. A strange smile split his face as water dripped down his fingers and into his palm.

“Oh, we should go and find her alright,” he said, tossing the melting ice into a nearby bush and opening up the book once again. “I think we’re going to be in for a most interesting surprise.”

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Emily is delighted to see an envelope waiting for her on her pillow when she gets home and she briefly wonders if Chloe had brought it up or if it had been one of the other girls. She greets Bun with some ear scratches before she settles down on her bed.

“It’s been a few weeks but look, she wrote back,” Emily hums, leaning back against the wall as she opens the letter carefully.

Emily,

Sorry, it’s taken me a little longer to reply than I would have liked. Lincoln and I got a little banged up on our mission. I’m happy to say he’s perfectly fine, if not a little more protective of me right now. I’m a little worse for wear, but I promise I’m in one piece. I’ve even included pictures as proof.

I want to thank you profusely for the phone, I’ve been needing a replacement and you just have really good timing. Your taste in music is fantastic. It’s so rare to hear music here that isn’t classic rock or country (fuckin white men, I swear.) David Guetta kills me man, his stuff is so good! And you included a lot of mixes which just makes my heart sing since I used to play with mixing stuff all the time.

So, I am an awkward fucker, if you couldn’t tell already, but the idea of calling you out of the blue is terrifying as shit so I wrote my number on the back of one of my pictures. If you want to text or actually call, feel free. I’m in the hospital for a few more weeks while I do physical therapy and get cleared for field work again. Lincoln also has to do some therapy but it’s to try and help chill him out. I love him a lot but he needs to understand the difference between a hostile stranger and someone trying to help.

The Cheetos are fucking amazing, I had almost forgotten what they taste like. I had to stop myself from demolishing the entire bag the first night. Pretty sure they would have rotted my insides if I had. Everything else was so thoughtful and just so nice. How did you know strawberry was my favorite scent? I’m beginning to think you’re psychic, Miss. Junk. And I suppose since you did come through, I’m just going to have to come and see you to hold up my end of the bargain. I should get some knee pads, I can’t say I’m on my knees very often these days.

Lincoln loves the dog treats, they usually don’t get treats around here, we focus on positive verbal ‘rewards’ with the dogs, keeps them focused on the job and not just the treat they could get for doing it. But I won’t tell if you don’t. Beside’s he needs a little pampering after getting launched in the air, right?

And now that you’ve read that, you’ll want to know what happened and I can tell you that mistakes were made and an accident happened, but we’re safe. Don’t let my ugly ass in the photo’s worry you, I promise I’ve had worse.

We don’t have much here in the way of shops but I could get you an official army t-shirt if you wanted one, I just need your size. I think they’re good sleep shirts, super soft cotton. Aubrey says it’s against the rules to send actual army issue shirts, but I’ll just buy one, wear it a few times to throw her off and send it your way. (I hope you like the smell of strawberries too, cause the shirt will end up smelling like them)

Also, I just really want to thank you for how you wrote about what normal is to you. It really made me smile. My normal used to be something like that but some shit happened and now sand and bullets and a unit full of sarcastic assholes. Oh, and ya know, Lincoln’s furry ass in my face.

I’m being yelled at that I need to get to therapy, I hope you haven’t worried too much and I really do hope you call...or at least text. Uh, anyway, have a good day.

-Beca

Emily isn’t sure how to feel by the time she finishes reading the letter. Beca was hurt so badly she was in the hospital, but could it be so bad if she was making jokes about it? She shakes her head a bit, pulling the pictures out of the envelope.

The first one is of Lincoln curled up at the end of a hospital bed, his head resting on Beca’s feet. He seems peaceful, a tight (not so) little ball of fluff, content to be by his master’s side while she heals. She flips it over and finds there’s no number so she lays it down on her bedding.

The second one is clearing a picture taken by someone else and Emily briefly wonder’s if it had been this Aubrey girl Beca talks about before she’s focusing on Beca’s face. She’s frowning in it, her middle finger raised to the photographer. She’s got a black eye, the bruise blooming out around the edges and past the stitches that show clear as day against Beca’s fair skin.

“Ouch,” Emily whispers, brushing her fingers against the picture. The wound curves from Beca’s brow bone to her cheekbone. “That will leave an interesting scar.”

She seems rather in one piece in the photo, even though she’s banged up and bruised, she’s still beautiful and all Emily wants to do is talk to her. So, without looking at the other two photos, she just flips them all over until she’s reading off the number on the back of one.

After a moment’s hesitation, she types the number in and hits the video option, biting her lip as FaceTime’s familiar ring plays. She’s ready to hang up when Beca finally answers the phone, her face a little less bruised than in the photos. “Hi,” Emily says softly.

“Hey,” Beca breathes out, noticeably fidgeting in her bed. “I didn’t actually expect you to call. Not that I mind, I just always assume the worst, ya know?” The soldier says a little too fast and it makes Emily smile.

“I get it,” Emily hums, shaking her head a bit. “I just finished reading your letter and looking at your pictures and I just...I don’t know I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she shrugs, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m fine, we’ve had worse,” Beca smiles, patting the bed next to her for a moment before Lincoln is shoving his face into frame. “Huh, buddy?”

Emily grins at them both, leaning back against her pillows. “Just because you’ve had worse doesn’t mean this is okay,” she says softly, scratching Bun’s ears while she speaks. “Hey, Lincoln, how’s my favorite pooch?”

Beca giggles softly and Emily thinks it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, next to Beca’s speaking voice of course. “He’s good, been harassing the nursing staff, but we’re working on it.”

“Aww, he’s just trying to keep you safe,” Emily teases, tucking her phone between her knees before hauling Bun into her lap. “Say hi, you fat thing.”

“I am not fat,” Beca whines, a smile on her face. “Hey Bunbun,” she coos, snorting when Lincoln snuggles closer. “He’s not even here to take attention away from you, stop it.”

It’s Emily’s turn to giggle now, grunting when Bun decides he’s had enough of being held. “Look, Lincoln, he’s gone.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Beca chuckles, shoving the dog’s muzzle away from her face. “I don’t want kisses right now, bud.”

“He’s just trying to make you feel better,” Emily says, running a hand through her hair. “Speaking of, how are you feeling, really?”

Beca shrugs her shoulder, wincing a bit when Lincoln moves off of her completely. “I’m sore, that’s for sure, but my MRI has come back clean so I don’t have any brain damage from the blast. I’m getting these stitches out tomorrow and my cracked ribs are just gonna have to hurt for a while.”

Emily frowns a bit, wishing she could take the other girl’s pain away. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep being you,” Beca says softly, a slight smile on her lips.

“I think I can do that,” Em replies, trying to ignore the way her cheeks burn. “I have a random question.”

“I have a random answer,” Beca teases, leaning back against her pillows. Emily can tell it hurts but keeps the apology that’s on the tip of her tongue to herself.

“How old are you?” Emily asks, resting her head against the wall. “I’m going to be twenty-one in a few months.”

“Funny enough, I’m going to be twenty-two in a couple months,” Beca chuckles, brushing her fingers through her hair to tie it up in a loose ponytail. “When’s your birthday?”

“December eleventh,” Emily replies with a yawn, trying to resist the urge to pull her own hair back. She always thought she looked better with it down. “What about you?”

“Pft, that’s like half the year away,” Beca snorts, yawning herself. “Mine’s August ninth,” she says, eyes flickering away from the camera for a moment.

“I’ll have to get you some more Cheetos it seems,” Emily smirks, watching the way Beca’s cheeks go pink. “And maybe a set of knee pads.”

“God, you’re an ass,” Beca breathes out, shaking her head while she avoids looking at Emily. “I can’t believe I actually sent that to you. I should have just rewritten the whole thing.”

“Nah, I liked it,” Emily admits, biting her lip as Beca’s eyes snap back to her. They’re so blue, Emily feels like she’s drowning in them. “Gotta get you used to being on your knees somehow.”

Beca does a fairly good impression of a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she lets out a frustrated little sound. “You’re cockier than I thought you’d be.”

“I could make so many jokes right now...” Emily chuckles, brows raised at the blushing soldier.

“That’s gay, Em,” Beca snorts, trying to save face and it just makes Emily chuckle.

“Pretty sure that’s the point, Bec,” Emily replies, butterflies erupting in her chest when Beca uses her nickname. “It’d be pretty sad if we weren’t a little gay, huh?”

Beca does her fish impression again before she’s huffing softly, her lower lip poking out a little. “I mean...I guess!”

Emily laughs hard at her reaction, blushing when she snorts in the middle of it. Beca seems to find it amusing though, laughing right along with her. “Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” Beca wheezes, an arm around her middle. “I haven’t laughed in a long time and I’m not sure right now is the right time...but I liked it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Emily says quickly, biting her lip as she watches Beca breathe deeply through her nose.

“Not your fault that I fucked up, Em,” Beca replies, thumping her head back against the mattress.

They’re quiet for a moment before there’s a soft bang in Beca’s room. “Hey, Bree,” Beca says, lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave.

“What are you doing in here?” Bree asks and Emily cocks her head to the side as a blonde woman comes into frame. “Oh, hi! You must be Emily.”

“Yeah,” Emily replies with a nervous chuckle. “And you’re Aubrey, right?”

“I am indeed,” She grins, her smile a little too big, a little too bright. “And I’m sorry to break up this chat, but it’s getting late and Beca has to be up early tomorrow.”

“Fuck’s sake, Bree, you’re not my mom,” Beca whines, flicking the other woman’s arm.

“I am not, but I am your commanding officer,” Aubrey says sternly and Emily smiles at the way Beca pouts.

“It’s okay, Beca, I have a shift to get ready for soon anyway, you should try and get some sleep,” Emily says softly, smiling when Beca caves.

“Fine, fine,” Beca huffs, throwing her hands up. “I’ll go to bed then.”

Emily chuckles softly, trying to hide the fact that she wishes their conversation had been a bit longer. “Goodnight guys.”

“Goodnight.”

Emily is a few hours into her shift when her phone buzzes, a text from Beca showing up on the screen. She glances around to make sure no one is paying attention before she unlocks the screen.

Since I couldn’t say it properly earlier (and I couldn’t text til Aubrey left my damn room) I wanted to actually say goodnight. And I also wanted to thank you for calling, it really made my day. It’s been a rough time and you made it a lot better.

Emily smiles softly, shaking her head a bit as she starts typing back. You don’t have to thank me, I’m glad I could help even a little bit. Call me when you can tomorrow, I have the day off. I hope you manage to get some decent sleep tonight.

She tucks her phone away to help out a customer, forcing her smile and polite tone. As soon as she’s free she checks her messages.

I’ll say thank you as much as I want. But in all seriousness, you’re one of a kind, Em. I hope you have a good shift, I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight, beautiful.

Emily blushes slightly, biting her lip as she sends back a simple. Goodnight, Beca, sweet dreams.

The rest of her shift is spent thinking of her blue eyed soldier and what might await her the next time they spoke. Perhaps Stacie had been right that day she picked up that pamphlet.

[alilybit]

Steam Scam Documentation

improved readability + table of contents on my website: https://phal.io/hackers/stean (free easter egg included!)

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TLDR – What To Do

Prevention

- Never sign in using Steam anywhere unless it’s a well known site that you navigated to yourself, preferably by manually typing the URL into your browser and saving that URL as a bookmark for later, NEVER sign in on links others sent you, even your significant other whom you would trust with your life because their account could be hijacked or they don’t know they’re sharing a malicious link

- Optionally send the link to an internationally approved computer expert you trust (me?)

- When you confirm trades in the app, always double check both trade contents AND the person you’re trading with (level, friend date) because hackers can automatically replace outgoing and incoming trade offers to go to a different account with the same name and pfp as your original trade partner

When It’s Too Late

- Warn your friends not to click on any link that might be sent on your behalf, check active chats for messages you didn’t send, send/tell them this

- Change your password (if you use your Steam password elsewhere, change those as well, you should be using unique passwords and a secure open source password manager like KeePassXC)

- Log out all sessions in the Steam desktop client by clicking on your name in the top right corner next to notifications and navigating to account details -> account security - manage Steam guard -> deauthorize all other devices

- Open https://steamcommunity.com/dev/apikey in your browser (if you don’t trust my link, which you shouldn’t, simply find out if steamcommunity dot com is the real domain for Steam and then manually type the complete link into your browser), revoke any API key there is if you haven’t created them or don’t know what they are, if you did make them replace them

- Optionally report the link at https://safebrowsing.google.com/safebrowsing/report_phish/?hl=en to make all common web browsers display a warning before loading the malicious site

(Source + further info: https://forums.steamrep.com/pages/hijacking/)

When a Friend Sends You a Malicious Link or Acts Suspiciously

- Try to contact them somewhere outside of Steam and send/tell them this to save their account and to prevent the hijack from spreading further through their friends list

- Warn their friends

Pro Tip

The interwebs are full of malicious links/downloads, even/especially search engine results. To make sure you get the proper installer for programmes/the proper link to log into/purchase something, ALWAYS use the Wikipedia Technique™:

- Open wikipedia.org

- Search for the programme/site/shop/whatever

- Look for the website link either on the right in the summary box or by navigating to the external links section at the bottom

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I will now describe and show how a friend of mine had their account hijacked. I’ll also keep adding other forms of scam attempts to this post/site as I come across them so you can look at examples and be prepared for when it happens to you.

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Incident 1 – Can You Vote for My Team?

It was the night before my first vaccination. I was still doing something on my PC, I don’t remember what, even though it was past bedtime, when I got a message from a Steam friend. I’ll call them Ingeborg. My brother, Ingeborg and I had met a month earlier on a TF2 rocket jump server and we added each other. We played together a couple more times but beside that I didn’t know Ingeborg that well. You can see the chat from that day in the images below.

The first cropped message from Ingeborg at the top is “hey u free rn?” or something. I assumed they just wanted to ask about playing a game of TF2 with me, as it has happened before. When they dropped the question about voting for their team and getting keys in return, I didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t know of any competitive team they were in and I also didn’t know Ingeborg well or that alleged tournament at all. It also didn’t seem like they could just throw expensive keys around. I took some time to process the information and to think about what I should reply, but Ingeborg didn’t leave me much time to think, following up with “?” and “u here”. So I asked, feeling stupid for not knowing what they’re talking about.

Then, they also set a time limit of less than 30 minutes and kept asking why I’m not immediately replying or “voting”. I have to admit, I nearly fell for it. I want to help people and I can’t think clearly under pressure, especially when it involves other people. And, for the Permanent Record, I of course wouldn’t have taken anything in return for helping a friend. I wanted to tell them that but they didn’t even give me the time to type that. I had already put my name and password in the form, after a lot of thinking, but something prevented me from pressing enter, it just didn’t feel right. I had even briefly searched the web for that tournament and didn’t really find anything. But what finally made me realise that there is something wrong and what made me think clearly again was the border and title bar of that alleged pop-up window. (Edit: Thanks for 1 likes. I compared genuinely signing in through Steam on scrap.tf and it did not open a pop-up window, it simply completely sent me to steamcommunity.com. I guess that means pop-up Steam sign ins are always fake.) I already tried clicking on the HTTPS information earlier which didn’t work for some reason but which still didn’t make me 100 % realise that this is a fake site. Until I noticed that the title bar is a Windows 10 default light theme title bar. I’m on Linux and I use dark themes, the title bar should look completely different. I tried moving the window around and it moved choppily and I could only move it within the Firefox window. I checked the source code and it was true: It was merely an iframe within the site that contained a fake Steam login form from a different URL that’s not steamcommunity.com. This is the site in the iframe:

As you can see, it’s the Steam login form, but the address at the top is not a Steam address. I took a look at its source code and found that it was a lot longer than the original and also contained a lot of dialogue lines about removing the Steam mobile authenticator. This apparently didn’t come up when actually putting in password and username, but you should look out for fake sites telling you to remove your authenticator, they could get complete access to your account that way.

I confronted Ingeborg with this and they stopped replying. But they didn’t immediately remove me from their friends list, like that one time I was actually scammed. I wasn’t sure what to do now. Was Ingeborg really a scammer? Was everything we did together so far just to gain my trust to scam me? Like that one time I was actually scammed? The funny thing is that out conversation before this was about scammers. Some usual random scammer put a usual comment on my profile and Ingeborg warned me. But I believe in the good in everyone and I didn’t want to just assume they were a scammer without making absolutely sure. I thought about what else I knew about Ingeborg. They gifted my brother some items because he barely has any. They invited me to their Steam group. They subscribed to me on YouTube and put my channel on their home tab. Coincidentally, earlier that same day, I also took some time to take a look at their YouTube channel and subscribed. So I thought that me subscribing to them was the sign they were waiting for, signalling that I trusted them enough to fall for the scam. I checked their channel and I was still on their home tab and subscriptions. I checked their Steam group and was still a member. This convinced me that there really is a possibility that this wasn’t actually Ingeborg trying to scam be but that they’ve also been phished and someone else is now trying to also gain access to their friends’s’s accounts.

Ingeborg’s friends list and profile comments were now set to private, so I couldn’t comment or directly message their friends to warn them. But there was the Steam group. One other member was online, one with a Pokémon profile picture and I believe I also remembered noticing them on Ingeborg’s friends list because of the Pokémon theme. So I put a comment in the group and added the Pokémon person, who unfortunately had their comments disabled as well, so I put an explanatory message into my profile to let them know why I’m adding them. I warned them and asked them to tell Ingeborg that someone has access to their account, should they know Ingeborg better than me. On YouTube, Ingeborg had their Discord name listed. I tried to add them but friend requests were disabled. There was also an Instagram name. I technically don’t have Instagram but I made a test account a while ago to test a YouTube scam comment with a link to an alleged Instagram password hacking site. I logged in with that account, changed my profile picture to my real one, added an explanation to the bio and added Ingeborg. But they didn’t react. So I wrote a comment on a YouTube video. I think it took three attempts for the comment to pass the automatic spam filter. It could of course also have been Ingeborg deleting my comments exposing them for being a scammer. But the third castle stayed up. And a while later, they actually responded. I then tried to tell them to add me on Discord, that also took many attempts and extremely careful wording to get through. Not even my Discord tag with numbers spelled out and 1447 speak, as Jeremy 900 800 500 would say, went through, but a carefully camouflaged link to my website did. By then, they also messaged me on Steam, asking for help and asking me to temporarily take their valuable items to secure them. I told them to add me on Discord so I know it’s actually them I’m chatting with. As it turned out later, it was really good that they didn’t trade me their stuff.

Apparently, Ingeborg wasn’t home at the time and only had access to their phone. And they allegedly fell for the exact same scam a day before. The obvious first thing that had to be done was changing the Steam password. But it seems that the password can’t be changed in the app itself. So I had the idea that Ingeborg could log into Steam on their phone’s web browser and change the password there, which worked. We kept chatting and I kept researching. I still wasn’t sure if this was still part of Ingeborg’s ingenious plan to regain my trust to scam me again, but I believed in them. Eventually Ingeborg got home, and I stayed awake gladly until 3:47 in the morning, I… I sang as time went off. Because as long as menly men like me are prepared to give their time, a flower grows. And that flower, that small, fragile, delicate yellow flower, shall burst forth and defeat interwebs criminals. On the “next” day, the vaccine had a side effect of making me a little tired. Strangely enough, that side effect already started before the injection itself.

I also kept thinking about what the actual purpose of this series of hijacking accounts is. Ingeborg’s Steam wallet and inventory seemed to have been untouched but there must be some way for the criminals to profit off of this, if only to pay for the costs of the website and domain. On Vaccinator day, I finally found an article on https://forums.steamrep.com/pages/hijacking/ that explains it. When you give them your password and current authenticator code, they obviously get access to your account, but you still have the authenticator, so what they can do is limited. Apparently, they use the opportunity to create an API key that allows them to keep accessing your account even after you changed your password and they use it to immediately replace incoming and outgoing trade offers with ones that go to a fake version of your original trade partner with the same name and profile picture. You might then not notice the difference when confirming the trade in the app and give them your items, unknowingly and without them having to have access to or remove your mobile authenticator. A brilliant idea. You might as well check if you have any API keys which you usually shouldn’t, the details are explained on the steamrep link and in the “when it’s too late” section at the top of this piece of medium literature.

And the moral of this story: Always be careful, educate yourself on how they trick you and on digital security in the sense of safety, never assume you won’t fall for it, don’t shame people who fell for it and don’t feel ashamed if you fell for it. And always have an internationally approved technical support character on your team.

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Incident 2 – Simply Building Trust AKA Social Engineer

We write the distant year of 2016. Two… œ… six… one. Oh, I’m an idiot, I held the pen upside down. Never mind. I don’t recall the incident in as many details, but I still know the most important things. It started on a TF2 tdm_hightower community server, rocket jumping and Market Gardenering around. I don’t remember exactly how one of the other players started conversing with me, I just remember that they, I’ll call them Wincohn, added me, chatted with me and wanted to trade one of my items that was not yet tradable. We chatted over the course of multiple days. Eventually, we also chatted about bad things that happened in our pasts, like the divorce of my parents and how their dad allegedly died when they were young. And we comforted each other. They also asked me if I was religious at some point, I guess because religious people are easier to scam. When I took a look at their inventory, I saw TF2 competitive matchmaking beta passes. I don’t remember exactly how that worked, but I was excited about matchmaking and you could only get in if you have the beta pass item, but having it also gives you some invites to give to other people. So I offered to take a beta invite in exchange for the item they wanted. My item, a festive Rocket Launcher was still not tradable though, so they offered me to temporarily give them something else and they would immediately give me a beta invite. Since the beta invite is not an item, I had to trust them they would actually invite me in return. We were on the aforementioned community server again and they agreed to make our trade public to the server members so they could witness it and report one of us, should we not keep our side of the bargain. So we opened a trade and I gave them one cosmetic drop I didn’t need, one cosmetic I used and two non-strange festive weapons so I don’t lose my stats, which were apparently in total about equal in value to the Rocket Launcher. Right before the trade went through, they left the server, which I only noticed when the trade window closed. And they removed me from their friends list. No beta invite. I told the others on the server that we traded but he left before it went through and he scammed me but nobody cared. The chat where we agreed that I would get a beta invite was also gone. I lost my items and I didn’t even have proof that it was a scam and not just a gift or tax dodge. Steam rightfully doesn’t return scammed items, because the scammers of course immediately sell them and taking them away from the buyer would be unfair for them and giving the victim a duplicate would be easily exploitable, but getting them banned would at least prevent further scams. The worst part, though, is that everything they told me was a lie and only served the purpose of gaining my trust. Fascinating.

After it happened, I was of course sad and angry. But only temporarily. I don’t hold a grudge against them, I’ve long since forgiven them. Quite on the contrary, I’m even thankful because I didn’t lose that much virtual material value (like 3 $) and it was a valuable experience. I only hope that they have changed since then and don’t do this anymore. The comments on their profile are disabled to this day, not the best sign. They also don’t have a Steam or third party ban. Either them scamming was not a common occurrence or nobody was ever able to prove it.

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Incident 3 – Wanna Join Our Tournament Team? (Incomplete)

I got another one of those friend requests on Steam from a suspicious looking profile. One of those that have TF2 comp stuff in their profile description. This time, I accepted it to see what they would do, to document more methods used by interwebs criminals.

This account had 1200 hours of TF2 playtime. So it looked like they’re an actual player, or maybe a hijacked account. Their inventory was public as well, but nearly empty, not even regular weapons or anything. They were playing TF2 the entire time and when I checked the server they were on, it always said no server. I guess that means they just have TF2 open the entire time to farm playtime that is publicly and prominently displayed on their profile to appear like a real player.

I tried to go along with their chat but it didn’t go well. I even prepared my long unused Gibus Cap Discord account that I used to use to test roles on our server. But apparently, I asked too many questions. I was too eager to get a nice phishing link into my net. After that last message, they removed me from their friends. Next time, I won’t ask questions.

[avelera]

Avelera’s epic “Why I Love Boromir” post aka

Boromir. So much more than a meme. 

Agarlandoffreshlycuttears asked me to talk about my love of Boromir since I have a few Aragorn hate posts out there and boy does this topic of discussion take me back. 

(For the record, a lot of my earliest opinions of Boromir was formed as an impressionable 14 year old experiencing her first head-over-heels male crush (I mean seriously, look at this guy:

) but people aware of my love of Thorin have probably noticed I tend to have a thing for complicated characters who experience a fall from grace. I find them much more interesting than characters who never need to struggle with morality or see a serious risk to their soul. I don’t hate Aragorn as such, but I have a lot of issues with the way his character was handled, so I hope the negative stuff comes across as more tongue-in-cheek and critique-oriented rather than bashing.)

So let’s begin from the beginning with some very Nuanced and Intellectual™ reasons to love Boromir.

- In Rivendell, Boromir first shows us how awesome he is by riding in on a horse like a goddamn Disney prince *swoon* 

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With that out of the way, let’s list his many virtues:

Boromir is practical. 

During the Council he proceeds to bring up some rather valid points about the risk of the whole “the Hobbits are bringing the One Ring to Mordor” thing. We, as viewers, know they’re the main characters so the hobbits will probably succeed. But from an objective viewer within the Middle Earth universe, this plan to destroy the Ring is batshit crazy from the outset and it only gets worse when we decide hobbits are the ones to do it. We’re literally going to take some of the weakest, smallest, least experienced creatures no one has ever heard of in the world, give them a super weapon, then have them go with an honor guard of 5 effective fighters (including Gandalf who has been known to fuck off at random intervals when escorting hobbits on dangerous quests) to the only place in the world where, if the Ring goes there, Sauron wins. Game over. He gets his lich-y phylactery back and gets super powered like it’s goddamn Mario Star Power. Everyone dies. Boromir’s people in Gondor (and Aragorn’s people, if he ever gets around to it) will die first. Horribly.

But, y’know, the power of love and friendship will somehow win the day so once literally 4 guys decide that this admittedly horrendous plan is the only one they’ve got, Boromir gamely comes along. He can’t even pledge his sword because Aragorn took that line already, thanks Aragorn. 

Why not just take my kingdom I’ve been training to rule my whole life while you’re at it. OH WAIT.

Boromir is kind. 

As the Fellowship cross Middle Earth, climb the mountain, the shots of Beautiful New Zealand are endless, we get the freakin adorable scene of Boromir training Merry and Pippin to fight (thanks for nothing Aragorn, I guess giving them swords was as far as you thought out how helpless these guys are). If this smile doesn’t melt your heart I’m not sure we can be friends anymore. 

But seriously, everything about the friendship of Boromir with Merry and Pippin gives me happy smiley tears.

Boromir is human. 

They climb some more mountains, Boromir has one of the most freaking amazing scenes in the whole movie where he picks up the Ring and is clearly hypnotized by it, illustrating its danger and the danger he poses to the Quest as a result. 

I’m going to leap ahead here and say why I love this scene, and that’s because Boromir actually faces the threat of the Ring, unlike Aragorn. We do have a moment between Aragorn and the Ring later when Frodo (recently traumatized by Boromir’s freak out) asks Aragorn if he can protect Frodo from himself. The fear of being like his 2,000-years-dead ancestor flashing in his eyes, Aragorn sends Frodo along (to almost certain death). 

But the thing is, the Ring was never really a threat to Aragorn, we never really got a scene of him struggling with it at all. It’s what makes his “fear of being like Isildur” so baffling and annoying. At no point does Aragorn actually struggle with that risk. Unlike Thorin (and I’m gonna have to Thorin-stan here for a moment because my love of Thorin is intimately tied into my love of Boromir) who fears the hereditary madness of his family for good reason because he does succumb to it and then break free, Aragorn’s fear comes across as whiney (and even carrying borderline internalized hatred of Men given to him by movie Elrond) given its lack of justification within the films. Told to us as Aragorn’s main emotional motivation and fear, besides that of annihilation if the Ring isn’t destroyed, it ends up being extremely weak that he supposedly fears this ancestral corruption which never has any tangible impact or risk to him. Frankly, the only time it really comes up that Aragorn is related to Isildur are both times pretty freakin’ awesome for him because they involve raising a ghost army to Deus Ex Pulverize Sauron’s forces and becoming king of a frickin’ wedding cake of a multi-tiered beautiful city that Boromir had to talk him into liking in the first place.

*Ahem*

But anyway, that scene on the mountain is super creepy and gorgeous and I love it. 

Boromir is hilarious.

Boromir is empathetic. 

Boromir is the one who spots the trauma that the Fellowship has just gone through by losing Gandalf (and Gimili is no doubt still reeling from the revelation of his family members’ deaths in Moria) and calls for a quick rest now that they’re out of the mines. If I hadn’t already been in love him from the training scene with Merry and Pippin, I probably would have fallen even harder at that scene. He’s empathetic in a way a good leader should be. While Aragorn’s point is valid about the arrival of the orcs and their lack of time, he comes across as kind of a dick about it and I can’t help but be uncharitable in my view of him as a result. It feels like the threat of the orc’s pursuit is set up just to make Aragorn right and Boromir wrong, since without that threat Aragorn would very clearly be the bad guy in that scene. Would 5 minutes have really made that much of a difference?

Boromir loves his people. 

Probably THE moment that won me over about Boromir was the moment in Lothlorien when he gives his worshipful account of Gondor to Aragorn.  In the extended edition the scene continues to one where he chastises Aragorn for not showing more interest in Gondor. 

(Also, look at him in that scene, GAWD)

I think this pinged me at a young age for several reasons. 

- First, a love of the wider “off screen” world. LotR is a sprawling book, but a film can’t always show what’s going on outside the narrator’s view. Through Boromir in this scene and several others, we get a sense of what our characters are fighting for. It would have been easy for the stakes of LotR to remain the lives of the Fellowship members, certainly they are the ones in the most immediate peril. But Boromir’s speech reminds us of the wider world and the threat it faces, the nations that will fall and the lives that will be ruined if Sauron wins. It re-frames his reasons for wanting to use the Ring - he feared the argument against using it was just a matter of moral purity, at the risk of Gondor falling and with it that everyone he knows and loves will die. 

Can Boromir truly be blamed for not understanding the threat of the Ring? I think even the most ardent fans are sometimes puzzled over exactly what the Ring does, and what it would do should it fall into the wrong hands. Throughout a story based around the threat of the Ring, the Ring itself and its powers remain strangely abstract. So I don’t think Boromir’s view of the debate as an unconvincing one between the very tangible threat of lives lost vs. the more abstract risk of moral corruption that even Elrond and Gandalf never clearly express is understandable. We as the audience have greater perspective on the threat of the Ring, and by the end Boromir understands that threat too, how at the very least the Ring will turn friend against friend in the pursuit of its power, and he fully repents. 

- Second, Boromir’s love for his people highlighted Aragorn’s failing, which lead me to the heart of much of my dislike of Aragorn’s character. As someone who read the books before seeing the movie, I was rather annoyed by the whole “reluctant king” trope that was shoved onto Aragorn for a modern audience. It is a rather cliche moral imposed by PJ that we see throughout his Tolkien works, that those who want to be king will be necessity be bad kings, and that tropes annoys the fuck out of me throughout fantasy in general. 

(Certainly there is the risk of the power-mad, but I think that puts us at risk of one of our current issues, the paradox that those who want power in order to good are therefore under suspicion and those with greater experience at governing are seen as a threat so we should only allow the incompetent BUT ANYWAY)

Aragorn in the books wanted to be king. He worked hard to be worthy of the people of Gondor by serving in various militaries such as Rohan’s throughout his younger days. He wanted to be king in part to be worthy of Arwen, but also because he loved the people of Gondor. His avoidance of the throne was about building up the necessary skills to be worthy of it. By throwing out that aspect of his character, and replacing it with a nebulous fear of being like Isildur, an ancestor that died two thousand years ago (which is like someone fearing they’ll be just like their ancestor, Julius Caesar, or Elizabeth II fearing she’ll be just like Henry VIII if we want to take Numenorean life spans into account by which I mean completely batshit crazy example of a fear BUT ANYWAY). This alteration to Aragorn wreaked quite a number of consequences. 

For example, it kinda makes his attitude towards Arwen seem kinda shitty because instead of working hard to be worthy of her he’s kinda just a smelly ranger who is actively avoiding his responsibilities in order to traipse around the wild and serve in random militaries like Rohan for funsies and while I respect Arwen’s choice to love whoever she wishes, it kinda makes Aragorn the deadbeat in that relationship.

But the major consequence of reluctant king Aragorn is that, yeah, I kinda gotta agree with Boromir - his lack of interest in the people of Gondor is really troubling. It wouldn’t be hard to see Aragorn as someone who prefers the elves (who raised him) and generally from his actions and his words sees Men as a lesser people. That’s not someone I would want as my king, quite frankly, if I were a Gondorian. 

In addition, we have the fact that Boromir’s family the Stewards have been ruling Gondor for centuries. It would literally be like the aforementioned descendant of Julius Caesar showing up in Rome today and saying they have an ancestral right to rule there, ie it’s batshit crazy but we’re living in a fantasy world SO ANYWAY. Boromir (and Faramir) have more experience and arguably a better claim that Aragorn in the films. Denethor was a good ruler until he got his hands on a Palantir, but even if Denethor is now a poor ruler, I still have a lot of sympathy for him because this was done to him by evil forces beyond his control (in parallel to what happened to Gollum and to Bilbo and Frodo through the One Ring. Literally. The Palantir and the One Ring are both connected to Sauron who is actively corrupting them. So anyway, all the Denethor hate makes me sad and I’m probably the only person in the whole fandom who actually has a soft spot for him.)

So to recap, that conversation in Lothlorien to me showed that Boromir 1) cares about a wider world than the Fellowship, and that the Fellowship isn’t the only thing going on. 2) That he’s a pretty damn good leader who cares about his people, in contrast with Aragorn. Even if we accept that “Learning to love the people of Gondor” was part of Aragorn’s character arc, and Boromir’s fridging death demonstrably pushed him in the direction of “learning to love the people that he’s “destined” to rule” can I just point out Holy SHIT Aragorn why do you need your friend DYING to figure out why maybe you should care about the people you’re supposed to rule????

But back to Lothlorien: Boromir feels the increasing presence of the Ring. He is shamed by Galadriel’s scrutiny, she scares the shit out of everyone, particularly him but the reason she so quickly identifies the threat Boromir poses is because she feels that threat as well. Both Galadriel and Boromir share the quality of protectors of their people who have a Ring freakout in front of Frodo (though Boromir gets a lot more flak for it than Galadriel). 

I don’t think that point can be overstated. Boromir’s vulnerability to the Ring comes from his love of his people, not from personal ambition or love of power, except in how that power can protect others. It’s one of the evils of the Ring that it takes that which is good in people and twists it to evil purposes. (One could even argue that the Ring did this to Frodo as well, using his love and protectiveness of the Shire to make inroads into his mind and heart, when as a result of agreeing to carry it to Rivendell to get it out of the Shire he ended up being that much more exposed to it.)

Boromir is remorseful.

To be honest, the scene of Boromir succumbing to the Ring’s call is one of the greatest emotional beats in the films. I don’t feel any need to defend Boromir’s actions, they’re obviously terrible there, but godDAMN do they drive home the threat of the Ring. And here’s the thing, that threat wouldn’t be nearly so scary if it didn’t happen to such a demonstrably good person who clearly cared so much about the hobbits that he was willing to die for them. Even without his guilt over his attack on Frodo, you know he still would have gladly died saving Merry and Pippin’s lives.

Let’s not even go into how fucking heartbreaking everything about his death is because I might burst into tears right here. Suffice to say, Boromir’s death was heroic. He didn’t need to die to redeem himself, he deserved to live, that argument in general is stupid. His death is tragic because of what a great person he was, and the Ring is terrible because of what it did to such a great person.

Boromir was a hero.

We do get that one shining, gorgeous moment in The Two Towers EE with the retrospective on Boromir. Standing by his brother, surrounded by his men, we get a glimpse of the leader he was before he faced the corruption and deprivation of the quest. For all that Boromir is often used as an example of the corruptibility of Men in the narrative, it is clear that he was always a hero, and that the reason the threat is so fearsome is because of the heights he fell from in his moment of doubt, and how brief that fall was speaks to the strength of his will. 

Boromir for me into the category of fascinating Tolkien characters who truly struggle with evil. Frodo, Bilbo, Thorin, Galadriel, Theoden, Denethor, and Boromir all go head to head with the corrupting powers of Sauron (and Sauron-like forces) and risk losing their soul to them. Some fail. Some do terrible things while they’re fighting off that influence. But for them the risk is real, what will happen if they don’t throw the influence off is clear, and the avenue into their hearts is often their love of their people and those dear to them in life. That makes them complex, interesting characters. It’s the reason I find Aragorn’s flirtation with corruption to be unconvincing, because he never seems truly at risk and there was never a real moment where it seemed he might give in or what the consequences would be if he did. By contrast Boromir did show us the risks. He was complex, he showed us the world beyond the narrow scope of the nine members of the Fellowship, he showed us what was at stake both on a global scale and on a personal one. As a result, he was one of the most fascinating characters in the film trilogy and I love him to this day. 

Some Boromir fic recs, if you made it this far 

(Both are non-shippy/Gen because the only person I ever wanted to ship Boromir with was me, and goddamn the LotR fandom had some great gen fics)

Boromir’s Return, by Osheen Nevoy - in which Boromir returns to life and must struggle with his own redemption, and the strange creature that resurrected him (not a Mary Sue), one of the most complex and well-written fanfics I’ve ever read.

Veiling of the Sun, by @thegraytigress​ - Boromir succumbs to the Ring for more than a few moments, joining forces with the orcs sent to collect Frodo, and everything that can go wrong does go wrong. He eventually wakes from the haze to see with horror what he has done, and must set out on the road of his own redemption while the Fellowship tries to put back together the broken pieces of a quest gone horribly wrong. Heart-wrenching, one of the greatest LotR angst fics I ever read. 

And the greatest gif ever made:

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Prime numbers!

Dude, i had to go look up what prime numbers were again because I could not, for the life of me, remember...and that’s alot to answer...but here goes.

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?

Lol was with my ex awhile ago and yeah it was nice...been awhile so can’t quite remember exactly perfectly XD

3. What color shoes did you last wear?

Pretty much always either wearing no shoes, black slippers, or the blue/grey/white skechers i have5. What is your favorite scent?

linen and water/beach/cotton type scents7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?I do not think so.11. Are you happy?For the most part yes, especially right now. Accomplished something long overdue today. There are a few things missing to improve that but yeah I feel happy.13. Dogs or Cats?Dogs! I do not mind cats, even like some, but always prefer dogs.17. Are you in a relationship or single?

LOLOLOLOL single....19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?

Nope! My best friend, even though she is quite busy, is such an awesome person and we sync so well.23. Were you ever in a school play?Nope, not a theater kid really, not my thing. 29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?

I got my learners license today after not being able to because of one reason or another, somewhat me but not mainly.31. How long was your longest relationship?Just over 3 years, was a long while ago now37. Name someone pretty.

All of my followers, my mom and sister, my best friend, Keira Knightley, most asian chicks XD

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?

Oh yes! Even though we rarely speak during her college semester I know she thinks of me and misses me some and that I’ll hear from her again when she is available.43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?

I’m kind of a somewhere in the middle person with a lot of things. I would prefer to live sorta in the countryside, but not super far from a main hub/city area. I grew up in a pretty big city, so I do like the wandering about and such that comes with one. Countrysides are quiet and nice for living, but when you want/need to get something in particular its nice to have a city to find things in nearby.47. What kind of music do you listen to?

Mostly metal and rock music. Sometimes I listen to electronic/techno goth type stuff, disney songs, some pop/rock or soft rock, some classic and oldies, and a little bit of alot of random other stuff.53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?

I’ve had poetry written about me, but that was back in like early college, 10 years ago now....no songs ever though.59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?

- Small animals, especially puppies and kittens

- Hanging out with friends, especially being messaged first, people showing interest/effort in general

- Going exploring places, like museums, libraries, bookstores, awesome parks, etc.

- Concerts!

- Cuddles and hugs, though its more of an internal warm/happy/smiley feeling61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?a - I would not advertise it to the world probably, but I would start out telling those closest to me. I might even ask what they think I should do. But I am unsure who exactly would have or take the time to see me beforehand or whatever. I would like to enjoy that last bit of time as well and not experience pity or sadness from people who were never really involved or showed any concern beforehand.

b. Purely just have fun and do as many things I’ve always wanted to do as I can really. Donate belongings to the less fortunate, make sure any of my affairs are in order, etc.c. I think almost everyone out there would be afraid and so would I. It is a scary prospect in general. But also don’t want to waste the whole time being afraid. If I’m gonna go out I want to know I enjoy it as fully as I could.67. Do you talk to yourself?Well sometimes I need expert advice XD For real though, I sometimes talk through a situation or something I can’t figure out. The act of saying it out loud helps kickstart my brain with ideas and solutions alot of the time.71. Do you want to get married?Um, if I met someone who I synced with amazingly well then I might want to, but I am not really in a hurry for that piece of paper/union. I am fully capable of loving and being loved and loyal and all that without the formality, but the formality might be nice if the right person came along.73. Like or dislike your family?I like my mom and sister and a few other family members, but I can take or leave the rest. Much of my family has not been there for me or my mom or sister throughout all the crazy times and almost being homeless on several occasions, so I am not exactly enthused with them typically.79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?He can be a bit of a dick and very judgmental about aesthetics and certain other things that he thinks are or should be a certain way and there is not compromise or variation really acceptable to him. So not a huge problem but not a pleasant situation either.83. Do you like when people play with your hair? LOVE, love, love it. It has not happened almost at all. I, if possible, love playing with someone else’s hair even more I think. Something very soothing and comforting about the experience.89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) 

LOL

Cairo, Luxor, Karnak, Egypt in general

Japan

England/Scotland/Wales/etc

China, mostly Beijing for the forbidden city, etc

Petra possibly

New York

California

Texas

Orlando

Tampa97. How much free time do you have?

Almost all my time is free time currently. I am looking for work and so besides getting a job, applying for jobs, chores/cleaning, I spend the rest of my time doing personal projects.

Thank you for the ask @paramud

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Chapter 2.1~

After roaming downtown to look for places I could work and make decent money, I just decided to grab a coffee, head home, and shop online. I saw these cute ass jeans on sale for $25 the other day and they were calling my name. I turned on my shitty TV that would soon be replaced and browsed the web for a bit. Of course, I wasn’t expecting any of the places I’d applied to this morning to respond, and to be honest I was getting bored being here on my own. I needed a quick way to make some good cash, and not through Sugar Daddy.

Of course, he was the perfect Daddy, gave me whatever I wanted, didn’t want me to do shit but please him when his *ahem* girl *ahem* didn’t. (Yes, I know I’m a homewrecker and I don’t give two shits about how y’all feel). And up til now, that life was a-okay with me, but I was getting bored. So we’ve been texting and calling for the past week, and he said I had potential to be a dancer with this body. But guess what? Right after he texted me that, a commercial on TV pops up about female exotic dancers, some expo being held in town this weekend.

My ass got right online and signed up for amateur hour. The way I did shows for Reuben, I bet there was a chance for me to get some quick cash. Plus, this expo was a “Pole-dancing championship” with a money reward. That’s not the part I’m going for though, I’m just going for the pre-competition amateur try-outs, because whoever won first through third place got free classes at one of the local dance studios. I probably shouldn’t tell Daddy, he’ll be pissed, I thought, finally clicking the “Submit application” button. Right then my phone beeped twice, a text from Reuben fine ass.

So I’m rushing around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, because I wanna go downstairs lookin fly as hell, but he texted me again with an impatient emoji and the red angry one. I’m just standing in the middle of my floor, looking down at what I had on, and couldn’t think of anything else to wear in such short notice. I wanted to be a beautiful piece of arm candy for him, but I guess I was just missing the mark. Since I don’t get as much ‘allowance’ from Reuben, I haven’t been investing in myself too much, and besides when I ran away, I had to leave most of my belongings because the choice to leave was a quick-second decision.

I’m still unsure, but eventually just said “Fuck it,” and hauled ass out the door and to the elevators. I love surprise trips like this, they make me feel so special and cared for and I love that feeling! Right when the doors closed and I started moving downward, my phone beebed again. This message was from a random number. “Who in the hell is this?” I swiped it unlocked and went to my messages. I stood there shocked as hell, because it was the pole dancing people! “Damn, that’s fast..” I muttered, looking up in time to catch Sugar Daddy eye. “What was?” he simled, curious. “Oh nothin’, just these clothes and stuff I ordered.” I lied so smoothly I almost believed myself. I just kept thinking about that message.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

HOW TO THE SEGWAY

Tip: avoid any field whose practitioners say this. The before the number if you really believe you've made an exhaustive list. If free copies of your content are available online, then you're competing with publishing's form of distribution, and that's pretty easy with digital content. Boston ones. The answer, I realized, is that my m. Why didn't better content cost more? He didn't. You could read the list in any order. At the time any random autobiographical novel by a recent college grad could count on more respectful treatment from the literary establishment. But Wodehouse didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him.1 Facebook, his default expectation was that he'd end up working at Microsoft.

You can see how much things are changing from the examples I've mentioned. This is not a messaging protocol, although there is a trick you could use the two ideas interchangeably.2 Startups are more like science, where you go looking for problems without knowing what you're looking for. That makes him seem like some kind of progression.3 Imagine what it would do to you if at mile 20 of a marathon, someone ran up beside you and said You must feel really tired. Closely related to poverty is lack of social mobility. So how do you deliver drama via the Internet?4 Because they come at the end of a long and unbelievably distracting process. How are we to develop new technology if we can't study current technology to figure out where to live. He wrote exactly what he wanted. Blogger got down to one person, and they were absolutely honest.

You can be a professor, or make a lot of squawking coming from my hen house one night, I'd want to go out and get a job doing B, and then they come back and say their boss has vetoed the deal and won't do it for more than half the agreed upon price. That kind of title is the same sort of reflexive challenge as a whodunit.5 I want them to be doctors than who want to get rich now you don't have to do it mainly to help the poor, then you should probably take the organic route, because it will have a wave of secondary effects. And not just in its beautiful lines: it was at the edge of what could be manufactured. Do we want to fix the underlying causes. People in Florence weren't genetically different, so you have to assume there was someone born in Milan with as much natural ability as Leonardo couldn't beat the force of environment, do you suppose you can?6 They have an answer, certainly, but odds are it's wrong. I'm British by birth.7 If the founders know what they're doing, it's better to have half their attention focused on the product than the full attention of investors who don't. For example, in 2004 Bill Clinton found he was feeling short of breath.

If anywhere should be quiet, that should. In the more common case, where founders and investors are down on advertising at the moment, San Francisco's message seems to be the same as the cause of poverty is the same as Berkeley's: you should be making this for consumers instead of businesses?8 If that's true, most startups that could succeed fail because the founders don't devote their whole efforts to them. What I like about this idea is all the different ways in which we'll seem backward to future generations that we wait till patients have physical symptoms to be diagnosed with cancer.9 Conversations with corp dev work. If you have a day job you don't take seriously because you plan to be a startup.10 I realize now that was because I'd always implicitly understood it to mean ambition in the areas I cared about.11 I was very excited at first. They didn't sell either; that's why they're in a position to pick and choose among projects. So far the complete list of messages I've picked up from cities is: wealth, style, hipness, physical attractiveness wouldn't have been there 100 years ago, but now we advise founders to vest so there will be an orderly way for people to quit. When I thought about it all the time.

He knew a lot of users, there won't be a long term.12 It might be a good idea to spend some of the most powerful forces in history.13 It's not necessarily evidence readers are lazy; it could also mean they don't have much confidence in the writer. Startups are almost entirely a product of this period. And if it's not impossible but simply very hard, it might be helpful to be in a very limited way in a list of n things is easier for writers as well as consuming your attention they undermine your morale. I had a design philosophy. Ambitious people already move halfway around the world to further their careers, and startups can operate from anywhere nowadays. Often your information will be wrong: I tried living in Florence when I was about 9 or 10, my father told me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up in Pittsburgh in the 1970s were a pretty dull place. When someone from corp dev wants to meet, or send us an email proposing we grab coffee. It is no accident that Silicon Valley is in America, and not just intellectually, but the way he composed them into molecules was near faultless. The first sentence of Pride and Prejudice: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

How did she get into this fix?14 The way medicine has always worked is that patients come to doctors with problems, and the content was what they were selling, and the bureaucratic obstacles all medical startups face, and the essay will still survive. I wouldn't bet on it. What if there was a kid is that much of the best stuff isn't made for audiences, but for oneself.15 But only graduation rates, not how to convert that wealth into money. It's legally a company, and that grows exponentially. But hunter gatherers didn't treat land, for example.16 But it will happen, and it will be at the end of my working day, and I asked him if the people now running the company would be able to.17

That was not a natural move for Microsoft.18 And this is not an irrational fear: it really is hard to bear.19 The stick-to-your-vision approach works for something like winning an Olympic gold medal, where the problem is to start from the symptom and hope to fix the underlying causes. It wasn't so bad. You can of course build something for users other than yourself.20 If you run out of money you'll become increasingly pliable. An essay can go anywhere the writer wants. I once asked a physicist friend if Einstein was really as smart as his fame implies, and she said that yes, he was. Why is it conventional to pretend to like what you do? The books I bring on trips are often quite virtuous, the sort of poking around that leads to new ideas.21

Why the pattern? For me the list is an exhaustive one. You'll probably have to figure out where to live by trial and error.22 And managers prefer popular languages, like Jane Austen's novels, continue to survive at all. Tip: avoid any field whose practitioners say this. Or the would-be successors both directly, as Roger Bannister did, by showing how much better you can do something you'd never want to do something. If we had a national holiday, it would be hard to tell exactly what message a city sends, you sometimes get surprising answers.23

Notes

But one of the growth rate to impress are not all equal, and would not be able to. An earlier version of Word 13.

The person who wins. But while it makes sense to exclude outliers from some central tap. So it's not the original source of difficulty here is Skype. When I catch egregiously linkjacked posts I replace the actual server in order to win.

But there's a continuum here. I learned from this experiment: suppose prep schools do, and this is a huge, overcomplicated agreements, and the restrictions on what interests you most. Fortunately policies are software; Apple probably wouldn't be able to fool investors with such abandon.

Then you'll either get the money invested in a signal. But not all are. So for example, America's abnormally high incarceration rate is 10%, moving to Monaco would only give you term sheets. More often you have to be room for another.

That makes some rich people move, and as an idea where there is no external source they can be done at a time machine. Not only do they decide you're a loser they're done, lots of potential winners, which have remained more or less, is to try, we'd ask, what would our competitors hate most?

99, and that modern corporate executives would work. Galbraith p.

We think of the 3 month old Microsoft presented at a 30% lower valuation.

CEOs in the comment sorting algorithm. If I were doing Viaweb again, that alone could in principle is that their local network infrastructure would be reluctant to start a startup, and thereby subconsciously seeing wealth as something that conforms with their decision or just outright dismisses it and creates a rationalization for doing badly and is doomed anyway.

And while they tried to combine the hardware with an associate is not such a baleful stare as they seem to be able to claim that their local network infrastructure would be far less demand for unskilled workers, and a few critical technical secrets. Could it not grow just as he or she would be to advertise, and that's much harder to fix. I could pick them, just that it would be more alarmed if you sort investors by benevolence you've also sorted them by returns, and Foley Hoag.

The continuing popularity of religion is the most common recipe but not the distribution of good startups, because you have the same time. I had zero false positives caused by blacklists, I can hear them in their early twenties. They have no idea what they give with one of the incompetence of newspapers is that parties shouldn't be too conspicuous.

The proportions of OSes are: Windows 66.

Though you never have to preserve optionality.

For example, the initial plan and what not to feel uncomfortable.

According to a partner from someone they respect. I make the hiring point more strongly.

Presumably it's lower now because of some brilliant initial idea. Peter, Why Are We Getting a Divorce?

It's much easier to get the money.

Ditto for case: I once explained this to realize that in fact they don't yet get what they're wasting their time on is a bridgehead.

If I were doing Viaweb again, I'd open our own startup Viaweb, which parents would still want their kids to them. At the time 1992 the entire cross-country Internet bandwidth wasn't enough for one another indirectly through the founders: agree with them in advance that you wouldn't mind missing, false positives caused by filters will have to watch out for a sufficiently identifiable style, you need but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. We think of ourselves as investors, but suburbs are so intellectually dishonest in that sense, if the statistics they consider are useful, how do you use that instead. Others will say I'm clueless or being misleading by focusing so much attention.

Cascading menus would also be good.

But it turns out to be considered an angel-round board, there are already names for this. We try to write great software in a more powerful version written in Lisp, though. Heirs will be out of loyalty to the customer: you post a sign saying this is what approaches like Brightmail's will degenerate into once spammers are pushed into using mad-lib techniques to generate all the East Coast.

Ii.

They're so selective that they probably don't notice even when I first met him, but I wouldn't want the valuation of your mind what's the right startup. So in effect what the rule of thumb, the police in the world. This is isomorphic to the same reason parents don't tell the whole. This is not whether it's good enough at obscuring tokens for this point for me, I advised avoiding Javascript.

It would be a lot of the advantages of not having the universities in your classes, you need to fix once it's big, plus they are bleeding cash really fast.