#i am not leaving just hey look at the new social media which is trending!

[strawberrymothteeth]

hey hey hey time to promote this shit again.

[marksbear]

Ahhh thank you Mark but i think you would eventually be here with your great writing without me. But also am in your debt for me being able to read your writing. Hope you taking good care of yourself and if you dont mind can I request another sub Steven with avengers reader. So I got a edit of Steven on my fyp and what if he did the same with reader. So he is laying down on his side away from reader to look at edits of him and him also being a fan.Reader wondering what he is looking at so turns over to look at his phone and see steven staring. Reader laughs in his ear and asks if he liked how he looks while fighting to protect him from aliens/villains. Steven nods yes and says how handsome he looks which leads to reader saying thanks and kissing his neck while touching him under his clothes. And then Steven asks him to fuck him which reader does and says how Steven will always be his biggest fan.-🐻‍❄️

Awww my 🐻‍❄! I think my great writing would be so great if it wasn't from your help my love!

Warnings! Dirty talk, whore and slut used, SMUT, rough sex, Fan Steven! A bit modern AU, but not really.

SUB STEVEN GRANT X HERO MALE READER

Y/n comes home tired and bruised. It was mission after mission and Y/n was done with it all. Being the new hero in the avengers was no joke for the male.

It was interview after interview, saving the day, fighting villains and so on Y/n just wanted to go home and be with his boyfriend. Steven Grant.

Y/n unlocks the door to his apartment and walks in and locks the door. "Steven! I'm home!" Y/n shouts walking deeper into the apartment looking for his boyfriend. Y/n makes a quick to stop greet Gus and feed him.

"Hey Gus! Hope you had a good day." Y/n pats the tank with a little laugh before finding Steven in the kitchen cooking. "Hi love!" Steven greets Y/n with a hug as Y/n kisses him on the head.

"You're trending everywhere! Like on all social media!" Steven blurts out earning a small chuckle from Y/n. "How was work?" Y/n asks giving a hug back to Steven.

"It was fine and a bit fun. Good thing about it though that Donna wasn't there and it was a blessing." "Glad you had fun baby~" Y/n gives Steven a kiss on the cheek before leaving to go shower.

"After i'm done with my shower, i'll help you cook!" Y/n shouts before going into the bathroom.

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Steven are in bed together laying down side by side. Steven's eyes are glued to his phone even turning his body away from Y/n, so he doesn't see his phone.

Steven watches edits of Y/n fighting and also being interviewed. Steven likes and adds them to his favorites watching Y/n manhandle a villain. The way Y/n fights makes Steven feel things all hot and bothered from only watching the edits.

Steven scrolls down and the video is Y/n smirking at the interviewer looking down at the woman. Steven felt his whole body tremble from imagining that it was him Y/n was looking down at.

Edit after edit Steven saves and adds to his favorite completely hypnotized on his boyfriends edits. To popular and not so popular Steven watches and saves it fangirling about his own boyfriend. Steven couldn't help himself, but not to blush and smile endlessly at his phone gushing about his boyfriend like a teenage girl would.

Of course Y/n begins to wonder about what was Steven was looking at and peeks over his shoulder not catching Steven's attention. What was on Steven's phone caught him a bit off guard. It was an edit of him just adjusting his clothes while the interviewer stares at him in awe. Y/n watches Steven like it and adds to his favorite before swiping down now it's a video of Y/n fighting a villain winning all by himself.

Y/n couldn't help but to laugh into Steven's ear watching him jolt and gasp. Before Steven says anything Y/n moves one hand to Steven's obvious boner grabbing it causing Steven to let out a small moan.

"You like how I look while fighting huh?" Y/n teases earning a nod yes from Steven. "You think I look sexy fighting those damn aliens don't you Steven?" Earning another yes from Steven. "I bet you want me to manhandle you like that. Don't you baby?" Y/n asks feeling all over Steven's clothed body.

"Yes sir~ I think you looked very handsome. So handsome I-I love it so much." Steven says earning a kiss on the shoulder from Y/n.

"Thank you, Steven." Y/n mumbles against Steven's neck before kissing and sucking his neck leaving multiple hickeys. Y/n first moves his hands under Steven's shirt pulling and twisting his nipples even giving them a few pinches. Steven moans fall softly from his lips feeling his own body grind down onto Y/n.

"S-so good... Fuck Y/n!~" Steven moans throwing his head back with a even louder moan as Y/n pull his nipples even harder. "So sensitive today Stevey" Y/n teases before leaving Steven's chest alone causing a light pout to escape from Steven.

Y/n begins to move his hand into Steven's sweats sliding his hand his underwear touching Steven's hard cock. Y/n bit onto Steven's neck harder causing him to moan. Steven buck his hips into Y/n's hand already feeling so weak.

''Please fuck me~ I want you inside be so bad please H/n!~" I want you to fuck me hard H/n!~ please you can even breed me! Please H/n I need you!" Steven begs out with a whine.

To be nice Y/n stops teasing Steven and begins to strip off his own clothes while Steven does the same turning his body around. Steven stares at Y/n's hard cock hungrily as Y/n begins to get lube.

"H/n!~ Ohh fuck!~ Please fuck me!" "Wow, calling me by my hero name now Steven... How much of a desperate slut are you?" Y/n says with an evil laugh before using the lube on his cock getting every inch covered. "Watching videos of me and getting a boner, what are you a pervert?"Y/n teases before lining up his cock to Steven's eager hole.

"You want this hero to fuck you baby? Want me to use you like you were a whore?" Y/n teases before pushing the tip inside Steven. Y/n moves deeper inside Steven walls squeeze tighter on Y/n's cock as Y/n goes inside him.

After a minute of Y/n letting Steven adjusting Y/n begins to thrust without mercy abusing Steven's hole.

Y/n's hips snap into Steven thrusting his full cock inside without warning before thrusting deeper and deeper. Y/n's harsh thrust earned loud moans and sobs from Steven as he abused his hole.

Loud skin slapping against each other alongside loud moaning fills the room from the two lovers. Y/n cock moves in and out fast as Y/n holds Steven still on the bed. "You're my biggest fan aren't you Steven?" Y/n asks kissing Steven's neck. "Y-yes I am!" Steven answers with a moan.

"Will you always be my biggest fan?" "Mhm!~ I'll always be your n-number one--- Your biggest fan!~" Steven says on a sob.

"That's what I wanna hear." Y/n says thrusting even rougher inside.

Steven already knew he'd probably have to call "sick" for work tomorrow. Y/n thrust was hard and fast causing Steven's eyes to water in pleasure. "H/n!~ H/n! s-slow down!~ please slow down!~" Steven moans out knowing full and well he doesn't want Y/n to slow down.

"Want me to go faster? Yeah i'll go faster baby." Y/n responds back with a smirk speeding up his pace snapping his hips back and forth.

Steven couldn't keep himself together anymore. Moaning and screaming endlessly as the hero fucks him,

"Steven--- I'm gonna cum! i'm so close!" Y/n warns holding onto Steven tighter. Steven was in pure bliss as he cums all over his chest and some lading on Y/n not caring what Y/n was saying only moaning and sobbing. Steven was brought back to reality as Y/n cums deep inside him. "H-h/n!~ so f-full!" Steven moans out as he shoots his load.

With Y/n thrust becomes slower and more gentle as he thrust inside him as he rides out his orgasm also helping out Steven as well.

Y/n pulls his cock out of Steven slowly before getting a random shirt off the ground cleaning him and Steven. Y/n thrust the shirt somewhere in the room before cuddling Steven in his arms.

Steven begins to fall asleep secretly knowing that he made edits of Y/n that gotten viral. "My hero..." Steven mumbles out with a smile looking up at Y/n who smiles back at him

THE END

[profound-bouquetbird]

Hello! I saw this about another fandom and thought I would love to see it with toh, can I ask for some hcs about the modern social media pressence of them? (Any you want, but my favorites are king and the veterans but in their young version, like eda, raine and lilith) about, how they spend their time online, their favorite app, how they are on instagram?, or their texting style. Ty!

I seperated everyone so that no one gets confused :)

Edit: omg, why did this take me so long??? 😭 😭 😭

I'm so sorry you had to wait this long for your request to be posted, and I'm sorry to the seven other people in my inbox that left a request 😭

I'll try to write it as quickly as possible, but writers block is hitting me like a brick rn 😔

Eda Clawthorne!

I'd say she'd be pretty well known, has a good amount of followers

She's not famous by any means, but there are a few teasing comments from her classmates and or friends. For example: "Oh my god, is that (insert her username)! Can I get an autograph???" Y'know, stuff like that

I'd say she's chronically online, constantly quoting the latest memes and is sort of up to the trends. Would do the typical dumb dares people have made up, but is always doing them on the brink of the trends end

I'd say her favorite app is... Tiktok? Yeah, looks like she'd be obsessed with that app

Knows more about the news and global warming and all of the stuff that the adults are supposed to hear and worry about. I'd feel like she'd have multiple weird facts pop up on her FYP and would either spill the horrors of her 'fun facts' to her mother, or would run to Lilith to tell her yet another fun fact she managed to find

And as for the Instagram bit, as previously stated, she'd have quite the amount of followers. I'd feel like she would post her 'epic stunts' that she did in the backyard, you could hear a faint voice of her mom yelling her full name before she cuts the video short. Also is the type of person to post horrendous memes on her page (I am guilty of that crime 😔)

She always leaves encouraging comments on her friends Instagram posts and stuff, I feel like I should put that in

As for her texting style, it's caos. No commas, no new rows, no punctuation, no nothing. Literally texts like this

hey lilly mom said we r gonna get mcdonlds be out of UR ruum in 5 mins

She knows grammar and has the ability to type correctly, she just doesn't feel like being grammatically correct when texting. It's your problem you can't read it 😒

Lilith Clawthorne!

Is actually pretty famous... Well, at least on her other profile

She's that 'aesthetic smart girl' you see on your page that never shows her face. Also does bomb powerpoint presentations and posts them on her account (ppl eat that stuff upppp)

Eda would be the only one to know about her secret account and she swears to keep her mouth shut. Although the secret account does slip out of Edas mind often, so Lilith doesn't have to worry all that much about the word spreading

But, on her main account which she shares with her friends... It's literally just her friends. Of course, you have her sister and people she hangs out with/is cool with, as well as her club members, but thats pretty much it

On her main, she mostly posts stuff about her school and her successes, such as the awards she gets in contests of the medals/trophies she recives

Again, Eda will the the one hyping her up in her comments, but she doesn't dare to hype her up on her secret account, as to not rish accidentally spilling the beans in the comments somehow

For her favorite app... I'd have to say: 'Instagram'. I would've said Pinterest but it doesn't quite sit right with me fully... Instagram feels like a better fit

Always scrolling through reels, but also opens Tiktok from time to time (specifically to search for the memes Eda is quoting so that she isn't as confused)

Texts normally, like how you'd see people text on the daily. But, if she's mad, I can also see her writing painfully grammatically correct sentences with words that everybody forgets the meaning of

No, I'm not gonna set an example because that's too much thinking.

Raine Whispers!

Raine would be avarege in the followers count. They wouldn't be all that famous, but they also wouldn't be completely invisible

Definitely is the type of person to have their account private for a few years before toughening up and macking their account public. That was oddly specific but we'll move on

They'd mostly post selfies with their friends, of course an occasional recording of their progress with their violin as well as some bard magic tricks (like that whistling in the cup)

Doesn't get that many comments on their posts, but when they do they make sure to either like it or fully reply

Isn't as chronically online as Eda but is up to date with the memes. Is always able to quote with or continue a quote Eda began. Trends always somehow end up on their for you page when they're scrolling on Tiktok

Favorite app? Oddly enough: 'Twitter' 'X'. Loves to read the drama people have, and when there is nothing to do they just scroll onto people's accounts

And for the texting style: the perfect middle. Just enough punctuation to make it make sense, but not too formal to make it look like a business e-mail

[fluffi]

SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN

pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies​ for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.

part two ->

The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.

So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.

“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.

At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.

“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.

Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”

Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”

“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”

Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.

At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.

Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.

Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.

You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.

Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.

There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.

“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…

“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.

You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.

“You’re so tall now!” You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.

“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”

Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.

“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.

Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde. 

Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.

“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.

There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.

“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.

Who’s Soobin?

“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.

You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.

Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.

Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.

It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.

You had missed most of its evolution.

Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.

Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.

If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.

Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”

Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.

The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.

It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.

It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.

Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.

You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.

Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?

“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.

Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.

“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”

“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.

“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.

“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.

Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.

“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.

“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.

In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago

What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.

Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter. 

“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.

What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.

Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.

The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.

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TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

FAMILY OF TOURISTS DISAPPEAR AT YONGSAM PARK, INSIDERS SAY THIS IS THE SECOND CASE OF DISAPPEARANCE HERE 2 weeks ago

JAPANESE COUPLE DISAPPEAR AT FLOWER PARK, NETIZENS CALL THE NEWS A POLITICAL DISTRACTION 3 weeks ago

“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”

“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”

“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.

“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.

He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.

You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.

Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.

Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.

“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.

“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.

Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.

“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.

Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.

“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.

How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?

“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.

The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.

“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.

“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.

Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.

“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.

Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”

“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.

“Whatever you guys want.”

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.

What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.

You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…

No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.

You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.

That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”

Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.

Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.

Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.

Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.

“Hop on the magic school bus!”

“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.

You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

2021 © fluffi

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: We’re Going For A Ride, Doll...

Summary: Steve’s been away for a few weeks running a mission, and whilst he’s been away Katie hasn’t exactly had a relaxing time. What better way to relieve a tension than a little night time bike ride… Warning: Language! Smut (NSFW, 18)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: Biker Steve smut…yeah..it’s a kink and this was written purely for my own self-gratification reasons.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

March 2014

Katie let the scorching hot water cascade down her body, loosening her muscles and washing away the last of the tension from her meeting earlier that day. It had been frustrating, middle aged men in trousers trying to prove who had the longest dicks as per usual until her temper had snapped and she’d called time on the finance review, and told them to come back in a few days when they had finished trying to see who could piss up the walls the highest.

Pepper had smirked when she had stormed out of the meeting and declared she was flying back to DC and then her smirk had turned to a frown when she’d seen the look on Katie’s face, instead asking the youngest Stark if she was okay. Truth was she was far from it. She was exhausted having not slept properly for the best part of two weeks now. And the reason for the lack of sleep was that for the first time since she’d started dating Steve, they’d been snapped out on a date and the offending photos splashed all over the internet.

Her flight in from DC had been smooth and, feeling rather refreshed actually all things considered, Katie clutched her coffee as she walked down the corridor, her Louboutins clicking on the tiles as she pressed her palm to the door and strode into the publishing office. She glanced around, nodding to a few people as she made her way to her office, frowning as she felt eyes following her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw one of the junior admin assistants hastily avert their gaze. She paused for a moment before she shook her head, walking into her office and dropping her purse on her desk. No sooner had she done that, than JARVIS spoke.

“Miss Stark.” “Morning J.” “Mr Stark has asked you pop up to see him.” “Tell him to come here. I’m busy.”

“He said you would say that. He told me to tell you it’s important and he doesn’t want people listening in. He’s waiting in his office.” With a groan she grabbed her coffee and walked back the way she had come, ignoring the glances that were coming her way before heading to the elevator and selecting the floor that housed Tony’s office.

“What do you want?” She demanded as she walked into his office, to see Tony and Happy both looking at something on the screen.

“Good morning to you too, Sunshine!” Tony quipped and Katie let out an angry noise.

“Tony, I’ve got meetings all day. I have a potential author coming in at twelve so…” Tony waved his hand and the screen he was looking at projected the image onto the holodisplay in front of her and her eyes widened. It was a photo of her and Steve sat in her car in the middle of a deep kiss. Steve’s hand was cupping her cheek as hers was tangled in his hair, and she knew exactly when it had been taken, the previous night when they’d been out on a date. Steve had been called right in the middle of their evening for an urgent mission so their meal had been cut short and she’d dropped him home and he was kissing her goodbye.

“Shit.” She groaned, and looked at Tony who grinned and shrugged.

“Yeah, you got papped.” He explained before he paused. “Actually papped isn’t the right word seeing as it wasn’t a professional photographer, they know now to not even bother. This was some member of the public. First we saw was when our daily Social Media monitoring reports picked it up.”

“Are there anymore?”

“A few.” He said, flicking through the photos which basically were snapped in succession. There was one of them breaking from the kiss, Steve pressing his head to hers, then pecking her lips again, before climbing out of the car.

“Can we get rid of them?”

“Oh yeah.” Tony waved a hand. “We already deployed the algorithm, usual stuff…and I tracked down the person who took the original shot and offered him an obscene amount of money to hand over the rights. At first he wasn’t going to do it, but then I told him it was that or I fired a virus straight down the line to blow up his phone.” Katie rolled her eyes “And he believed you could actually do that?” Happy shrugged “Well, we can in a way. Maybe not the blowing up bit but…” “Thing is we don’t know how far this has gone.” Tony shrugged “We can keep the photo off the net but, well, it was already trending when we saw it.” “Under what?”

Tony grinned and waved his hand, revealing the hashtag.

“Stark Spangled Man?” Katie groaned “Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah, I was tempted to leave it just for that tag.” Tony mused and Katie rubbed at her temple.

“If the guys at SHIELD have seen this…”

“Already had the Goth Pirate on the phone.” Tony shrugged “Told him I’d deal with it. It’s not like the public didn’t know you two are…you know.”

“Has Steve seen it?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Tony looked at her “He’s your boyfriend. You ask him.”

“I can’t, he’s on a mission and it’s radio silence.” She bit her lip and ran her hand through her hair. “I can’t see him being particularly pleased about it.” “Maybe he shouldn’t have been eating your face in the front of your car then.” Tony shrugged.

“Oh piss off.” Katie snapped at her brother, who simply raised his eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“Kiddo, we can stop the photos.” Happy looked at her, “But the comments and tweets, it’s a huge job and…” “Yeah I know just…” She shrugged “Oh whatever, they’ll get bored eventually. Just make sure no fucking trashy tabloids get hold of it.” Thankfully they hadn’t. But the comments on social media had continued for a week. Most of them were actually pretty nice, saying it was cute and they made a nice couple. Some of them not so nice, commenting on Katie’s appearance and the like, not that she gave a fuck. She’d dealt with comments like that before, knowing full well it came from a place of jealousy most of the time, what she was struggling with, however, was the fact she hadn’t managed to speak to Steve about it at all.

How he was going to react was worrying her a little. A general interest in their relationship was a risk they knew they were running, having gone public in December at the New Years’ Eve gala, but up until that point they had been lucky. They were also careful in that when they were out, they kept to quiet places as much as possible and, as Steve wasn’t huge on public displays of affection in general (holding hands and the odd quick kiss being as far as he went), there wasn’t really anything of interest to pap. Until that night. And it wasn’t just the social media side of things. The gossip at the tower had also pissed her off. It was like some huge secret had been revealed which wasn’t the case. The fact they were dating was public knowledge, but it was more the fact that people had seen the photo in the way they had and she felt like it was undermining her authority at work, which is what had contributed to her lack of sleep and her outburst earlier that day.

With a heavy sigh, she turned around and let her face soak in the stream one last time, then she turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed a towel before she headed back into her room.

Steve had been gone for three weeks now, on an undercover mission. Something to do with some guy planning to flood the US with dirty drugs. She didn’t know much, no longer being at SHIELD she wasn’t party to the secrets and, despite the fact Fury was actually pretty good at keeping her as updated as he could, she always felt stressed and anxious when he was away, not knowing if he was okay. It had been easier when she had been an Agent herself, something which made her sometimes question her decision to quit.

Especially on days like today, with meetings like that one.

Having dried off, she pulled on a pair of leggings before tossing one of Steve’s hoodies on which still vaguely smelt of him and quickly blasted her hair with the hair-drier, letting the waves naturally set before she wandered into the living room. It was nearing dinner time, and she couldn’t be bothered to cook, intending instead to indulge herself in a bottle of wine and a pizza from Seconds.

The pizza arrived when she was halfway through the bottle of wine and by the time she’d had her fill, she’d finished said bottle. She was just on her way to grab another when her phone rang, the familiar sounds of “Only One In Colour” hitting her ears, which was the tone she attributed to just one person.

She hastily ran back to the living and grabbed her phone which was on the sofa cushion, smiling as she saw the photo of her and Steve filling the screen.

“Hey!” she said a little breathlessly and she heard a chuckle on the other side.

“Am I glad to hear your voice” Her soldier spoke and she felt herself tearing up.

“Me too.” She sighed, taking a deep breath “I take it the mission is done?”

“Yeah, took a little longer than we thought. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call,Doll.”

“It’s okay” She smiled, “When are you home?”

“Yeah, about that.” He said softly, and she took a deep breath, bracing herself for bad news before he spoke again, a playful quality to his soothing voice. “Look out the window, Baby girl.”

Katie felt a huge grin cross her face as that could only mean one thing. In a flash she yanked open the doors that led to her balcony and ran out, peering over the edge. And there he was, in all his glory, waving up at her from where he sat on his bike.

“What you down there for?” She teased as she looked down.

“We’re going for a ride, Doll.” He replied simply and she grinned.

“I’ll be right down.”

“Three minutes. Captains Orders.” He shot back and she turned and headed back into her penthouse.

“I love it when you get all masterful”

“I know.” He gave a little laugh. “Now hurry up.”

She cut the call and headed quickly into her bedroom, pulling off the hoody and exchanging it instead for a long cashmere sweater that finished mid-thigh. It had been a gift from Steve not long before he had left and she knew he loved it on her. It was a deep green colour- “It matches your eyes, Doll”- The fabric was soft, and the turtle neck line scooped slightly so that you could see a flash of her collar bone at either side of her neck. She cinched the waist in with a tan belt and shoved her feet into a pair of matching ankle boots. Grabbing her biker jacket and her helmet, she grabbed her keys and ran to the elevator.  

She emerged onto the street and stopped as Steve turned to face her. She gave herself a second to take him in, scanning his dark jeans, white t-shirt and open jacket all set off with a distressed leather belt and matching boots, before she gave a squeal and ran towards him. Steve stood up off his bike and strode towards her, meeting her halfway as she threw herself into his arms.

“Hey.” He whispered softly, his face pressing into her hair as her legs circled his waist. “God I missed you.” “Missed you too.” She mumbled, before she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Like, really missed you.”

And then she suddenly became conscious they were in the street. She threw a glance around, looking for any sly public amateur photographers and Steve frowned, spotting her change in demeanour.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She looked at him as he set her on her feet, his hands on her waist. “Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t press her further, simply led her back to the bike and she swung her legs over the back, clipping the straps of her helmet into place. He settled in front of her and she laced her arms around his waist, under his jacket as he fired up the bike with a roar. Steve took another glance over his shoulder, her eyes visible through the visor of her helmet and they were shining with excitement. Flashing her a smile he turned round and set the bike off, heading up the street.

He drove the familiar route to Rock Creek and after half an hour or so pulled the bike to a halt in the spot he always parked at, a hidden little clearing just off the main parking lot. It was deserted due to the hour, which suited him fine. Cutting the engine he felt Katie shift behind him and he set the stand on the bike before he turned to see his girl taking her helmet off. She fluffed her hair out slightly and then grinned at him as he patted the space between his legs. She jumped off the bike, hung her helmet over the handlebars before she climbed back up, this time facing Steve, her back to the handlebars of the bike.

The little wooded area was dark, bar the moon shining through the lattice of leaves above them and Katie took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of pine needles, fresh air and the slight smell of the early spring flowers. The babbling of the brook was loud in the quiet of night providing them with a little background noise as Steve reached out, his hands cupping her face as he drew her to him. Katie closed her eyes, allowing him to take the lead as his tongue slid across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly, his movements smooth and graceful as he kissed her passionately before he pulled away, her bottom lip caught between both of his. He released it gently, pressing his forehead to hers, their noses bumping together slightly.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked her quietly. Katie sighed, and looked down at his long legs which were stretched towards her. Leaning her own legs forward, she hooked her calves around his, the denim of his jeans rustling as it bushed against her leggings. Her hands dropped to his knees and she ran them up the outside of his thighs, her fingers skating the strong muscles as they stretched the fabric of his dark blue Levi’s slightly. “Katie?” he asked again and she took a deep breath before she reached for her phone in the pocket of her jacket.

“Someone papped us, well I say papped, it was more some nosey bastard member of the public…” she sighed, scrolling through to the photo. She handed it to him and he took it from her, fingers brushing hers gently. He glanced down at it and after a second he screwed up his face and let out a breath from his nose.

“Crap.” He muttered before he handed her phone back and looked at her, rolling his eyes.

“Tony managed to get rid of it from the net but…” She shrugged “It’s been a pain in the ass, Steve. All the fucking mumbled little comments in the office and…” She rubbed her neck slightly “Not being able to warn you either.”

“Warn me?” He cocked his head to one side. “About what?”

“The fact you were all over the internet eating my face.” She shrugged and he gave a snort of laughter “Didn’t want you walking back into base and being blindsided. I know you’re not big into PDAs and I figured if the guys from STRIKE got hold of it, hell, if Nat got hold of it…”

“Doll, I couldn’t care less.”

Katie looked at him, blinking “You don’t?”

“No, well, I mean it’s not great but, well, I’m more pissed that you got a hard time in the office about it.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” She shrugged, before she grinned. “If they carry on I can just fire them all.” Steve chuckled, his hands dropping to hers as he laced their fingers together. “Bet Tony had a field day.” “Yeah, he thought it was pretty funny, especially the hashtag it was all trending under.” “Which was?”

“Stark Spangled Man.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve paused for a second before he tipped his head back, his broad chest and shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter before he shook his head and peeked up at her slightly. “Ten outta Ten for imagination, huh?”

“Well, they’re not wrong.” He said simply, his hands leaving hers and they slid under her ass as he pulled her forward so she was straddling his lap. “I am completely and utterly Stark Spangled…”

“I never wanna hear you say that ever again.” Katie narrowed her eyes as her hands slid up his arms coming to rest on the firm planes of his chest just below his collar bone.

“No?” He asked gently, his hands splaying on her back gently underneath her jacket.

“Not unless you want me to start singing an amended version of your chorus song.” She grinned.

“Shut up.” “Make me.” She retorted, a childish tone to her voice and arched an eyebrow as he looked up at her.

“Brat.” He mumbled, his hand sliding up to her neck, pulling her face to his. The kiss was fierce, his lips warm on hers, the familiar tingle spreading up her spine making her shiver slightly and a soft moan escaped her mouth to his and she felt his lips curl into a smirk against hers before they moved gently from her mouth to her jaw line. He peppered soft, warm and wet pecks down her neck before he gently moved her sweater to the side a little more, exposing more of her shoulder.

The feel of his mouth on her skin was electric, and Katie let her head fall back, eyes closing as Steve’s hands splayed on her back, holding her in position as he kissed every inch of her skin he could find. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed, thickly as he paused his fingers digging into her back.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He mumbled.

“Not wearing any panties either.” She said softly and he pulled back to look at her, a groan escaping his mouth.

“You’re killing me, Doll.” “Well I was in my comfy stuff and you gave me three minutes to get ready.” She shrugged “Captain’s orders, remember?”

“Because you always do exactly what I tell you.” He said sarcastically, looking at her with those baby blues which were now a dark midnight shade through desire.

“When it counts I do.” She smirked, rolling her hips, pushing down on his crotch. He hissed slightly, his hands gripping her tighter as he bit his lip. Steve took a look round the deserted clearing and his attention turned back to her, his eyes challenging.

“Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, Sweetheart.” He warned her sternly, his voice low and the tone he spoke with had her twitching even more. She wasn’t one to back down to a challenge, and he knew that, but despite the fact she knew he was playing games, she simply smirked and her hands slid down his chest to his belt, fingers making short work of the buckle before she moved her attentions to the button on his jeans, popping them easily before she slid down the zipper.

“Who says I wasn’t gonna finish it?” She shrugged, as her hand worked into his boxers and wrapped her palm around his warm cock and he gave a low moan, his head falling back as she began to work him.

Katie simply watched his face, his soft lips parting slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Long lashes lay against his rosy cheeks, his Adam’s apple bobbed and he gulped slightly when her movements and grip grew stronger. His eyes opened and locked onto hers, his pupils completely lust blown, speckles of moonlight reflecting in them gave her the impression she was looking at the starry sky and he leaned up and pressed his lips to hers in another hungry kiss, their teeth clashing slightly. She felt the heat pooling between her legs as his hands slid under the side of her long sweater, fingers gripping her skin tightly as he squirmed underneath her.

Katie moved her hand more rapidly, loving the effect she had on him. The fact she could undo the stoic, taciturn Captain in matter of minutes was a fucking turn on and she grinned as he buried his face into her neck as she alternated between fast and hard, long and slow strokes. She felt him attempt to thrust desperately into her palm as he let out a low sigh of her name and she tilted his face back to hers with her spare hand and captured his mouth in a hard kiss as she gave him another slow stroke. At that, clearly done with the teasing, he growled into her mouth, standing up suddenly, spinning her round so her back was pressed to his chest. Katie let out a squeak of surprise as one hand kept her supported easily as it hooked over the front of her chest, the other pulling down one side of her leggings then the other. He sat back down, pulling her over him and in a single thrust upwards had buried himself inside her.

The sudden intrusion made Katie cry out as she felt him fill her, and once he was fully seated and she was stuffed as full as possible, he began to thrust upwards, controlling the speed completely. Her thighs were tight around him, and she was powerless to spread her legs apart much as they were clamped together thanks to the fact her leggings were bunched round her ankles, restricting her movement. Instead, she leaned back, arching her back, head falling to his shoulder, shifting the angle slightly which allowed him to drive up into her even deeper. His hands moved, sliding up her sweater to cup her breasts and as he gently tugged on her nipples she gave a loud wail as the sensation speared through her and she pushed down as hard as she could, rotating her hips slightly. Steve’s breath was hot on her ear as he pulled her down with every thrust up that he made, grinding right up against her spot.

“Such a needy little thing, aint you…” he said, his voice low and punctuated by his heavy breathing and she gave a low keen as he nipped at her neck, his fingers tugging her nipples harder.

“3 weeks Steve…” she panted, and he gave a dirty chuckle, pushing up again, bottoming out completely. It was a movement he repeated again and again, his mouth chaining kisses to her neck. One hand moved down from her chest, calloused fingers brushing lightly against her skin, over her stomach, and she shivered at his touch as he gently reached the spot between her legs. As he pushed up again he gently rubbed against her clit and she cried out, her head falling forwards slightly before his other hand moved upwards, gently wrapping around her neck as he pulled her back, his hand turning her face to his where he caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss.

The feeling of being manhandled like that, in the open air, one hand between her legs, the other round her neck, his cock thrusting slowly against her spot was almost too much, and she groaned, writhing on his lap, her mouth falling open, and when she finally found her voice it was raspy as she struggled to form her words.

“Please, Steve…I need…” her hand grasped the wrist which was between her legs, trying to speed him up. He looked down at her, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and concentration, sweat beading on his brow.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” she nodded, and his fingers picked up their pace as did his hips. Her legs shuddered slightly as she felt the white, hot heat rising in her belly and she let out a low cry of his name.

“Come on, Doll.” he murmured, “Cum for me, Sweetheart.” And she did, with a force so intense she couldn’t stop herself letting out a loud “Fuck” as she shuddered, the world fading to dark around her, as the waves of pleasure racked her entire body.

“Shit, Katie.” Steve stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic as be bit down gently on her shoulder and he came with a groan, his hips slowing to an eventual stop as he sagged forward a little, forehead buried against her shoulder.

They stayed still for a while, the silence of their surroundings bar the trickle of the stream providing a soothing background as they both recovered themselves. Katie tilted her head round to look at him. His expression was dazed, mouth open in supplication and she loved seeing him so utterly wrecked. A fresh fucked Steve was the most beautiful thing in the world to her. All golden haired, slack jawed, kiss swollen lips and long eyelashes framing that stunningly handsome face. Taking a deep breath, Steve pressed a soft kiss to her neck before he cracked his eyes open and gave her that beautiful smile she lived for.

“For the record,” she hummed into his mouth as she captured his lips in a small kiss. “I’m well aware you totally just played me.”

He gave a soft chuckle and looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling “Guilty as charged.” His hands ran up her sides underneath her sweater, fingers gently trailing down her ribs. “But I did tell you we were going for a ride.”

**Original Posting**

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Kinks: We’re Going For A Ride, Doll...

Summary: Steve’s been away for a few weeks running a mission, and whilst he’s been away Katie hasn’t exactly had a relaxing time. What better way to relieve a tension than a little night time bike ride…

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT- This entire series is SMUT so NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: Biker Steve smut…yeah..it’s a kink. Enjoy.

SSK Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

Katie let the scorching hot water cascade down her body, loosening her muscles and washing away the last of the tension from her meeting earlier that day. It had been frustrating, middle aged men in trousers trying to prove who had the longest dicks as per usual until her temper had snapped and she’d called time on the finance review, and told them to come back in a few days when they had finished trying to see who could piss up the walls the highest.

Pepper had smirked when she had stormed out of the meeting and declared she was flying back to DC and then her smirk had turned to a frown when she’d seen the look on Katie’s face, instead asking the youngest Stark if she was ok. Truth was she was far from it. She was exhausted having not slept properly for the best part of two weeks now. And the reason for the lack of sleep was that for the first time since she’d started dating Steve they’d been snapped out on a date and the offending photos splashed all over the internet.

Her flight in from DC had been smooth and, feeling rather refreshed actually all things considered, Katie clutched her coffee as she walked down the corridor, her Louboutins clicking on the tiles as she pressed her palm to the door and strode into the publishing office. She glanced around, nodding to a few people as she made her way to her office, frowning as she felt eyes following her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw one of the junior admin assistants hastily avert their gaze. She paused for a moment before she shook her head, walking into her office and dropping her purse on her desk. No sooner had she done that, than JARVIS spoke.

“Miss Stark.” “Morning J.” “Mr Stark has asked you pop up to see him.” “Tell him to come here. I’m busy.”

“He said you would say that. He told me to tell you it’s important and he doesn’t want people listening in…he’s waiting in his office.” With a groan she grabbed her coffee and walked back the way she had come, ignoring the glances that were coming her way before heading to the elevator and selecting the floor that housed Tony’s office.

“What do you want?” she demanded as she walked into his office, to see Tony and Happy both looking at something on the screen.

“Hey Kiddo, morning to you too…”

“Tony, I’ve got meetings all day. I have a potential author coming in at 12 so…” Tony waved his hand and the screen he was looking at projected the image onto the holodisplay in front of her and her eyes widened. It was a photo of her and Steve sat in her car in the middle of quite a deep kiss. Steve’s hand was cupping her cheek as hers was tangled in his hair, and she knew exactly when it had been taken, the previous night when they’d been out on a date. Steve had been called right in the middle of their evening for an urgent mission so their meal cut short, she’d dropped him home and he was kissing her goodbye.

“Shit.” She groaned, and looked at Tony who grinned and shrugged.

“Yeah, you got papped…” he said, before he paused “Actually papped isn’t the right word seeing as it wasn’t a professional photographer, they know now to not even bother. This was some member of the public. First we saw was when our daily Social Media monitoring reports picked it up.”

“Are there anymore?”

“A few.” He said, flicking through the photos which basically were snapped in succession. There was one of them breaking from the kiss, Steve pressing his head to hers, then pecking her lips again, before climbing out of the car.

“Can we get rid of them?”

“Oh yeah.” Tony waved a hand, “We already deployed the algorithm, usual stuff…and I tracked down the person who took the original shot and offered him an obscene amount of money to hand over the rights. At first he wasn’t going to do it, but then I told him it was that or I fired a virus straight down the line to blow up his phone.” Katie rolled her eyes “And he believed you could actually do that?” Happy shrugged “Well, we can in a way…maybe not the blowing up bit but…” “Thing is we don’t know how far this has gone.” Tony shrugged “We can keep the photo off the net but…well, it was already trending when we saw it.” “Under what?”

Tony grinned and waved his hand, revealing the hashtag.

“Stark Spangled Man?” Katie groaned “Jesus Christ…”

“Yeah, I was tempted to leave it just for that tag.” Tony mused and Katie rubbed at her temple.

“If the guys at SHIELD have seen this…”

“Already had the Goth Pirate on the phone.” Tony shrugged “Told him I’d deal with it. It’s not like the public didn’t know you two were…you know.”

“Has Steve seen it?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Tony looked at her “He’s your boyfriend. You ask him.”

“I can’t, he’s on a mission and it’s radio silence.” She bit her lip and ran her hand through her hair. “I can’t see him being particularly pleased about it.” “Maybe he shouldn’t have been eating your face in the front of your Rangey then.” Tony shrugged.

“Oh piss off.” She snapped at her brother, show simply raised his eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“Kiddo, we can stop the photos…” Happy said, looking at her, “But the comments and tweets, it’s a huge job and…” “Yeah I know just…” she shrugged “Oh whatever, they’ll get bored eventually. Just make sure no fucking trashy tabloids get hold of it.” Thankfully they hadn’t. But the comments on social media had continued for a week. Most of them were actually pretty nice, saying it was cute and they made a nice couple. Some of them not so nice, commenting on Katie’s appearance and the like, not that she gave a fuck. She’d dealt with comments like that before, knowing full well it came from a place of jealousy most of the time, what she was struggling with was the fact she hadn’t managed to speak to Steve about it at all.

What his reaction was going to be was worrying her. Public interest in their relationship was a risk they knew they were running, having gone public in December at the New Years’ Eve gala, but up until that point they had been lucky. They were also careful in that when they were out, they kept to quiet places as much as possible and as Steve wasn’t huge on public displays of affection in general (holding hands and the odd quick kiss being as far as he went) there wasn’t really anything of interest to pap…until that night. And it wasn’t just the social media side of things. The gossip at the tower had also pissed her off. It was like some huge secret had been revealed which wasn’t the case. The fact they were dating was public knowledge, but it was more the fact that people had seen the photo in the way they had and she felt like it was undermining her authority at work, which is what had contributed to her lack of sleep and her outburst earlier that day.

With a heavy sigh she turned around and let her face soak in the stream one last time, then she turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed a towel before she headed back into her room.

Steve had been gone for three weeks, on an undercover mission. Something to do with some guy planning to flood the US with dirty drugs. She didn’t know much, no longer being at SHIELD she wasn’t party to the secrets and despite the fact Fury was actually pretty good at keeping her as updated as he could, she always felt stressed and anxious when he was away, not knowing if he was okay. It had been easier when she had been an Agent herself, something which made her sometimes question her decision to quit.

Especially on days like today, with meetings like that one.

Yeah, it had been a long three weeks.

Having dried off, she pulled on a pair of leggings before tossing one of Steve’s hoodies on which still vaguely smelt of him and quickly blasted her hair with the hair-drier, letting the waves naturally set before she wandered into the living room. It was nearing dinner time, and she couldn’t be bothered to cook, intending instead to indulge herself in a bottle of wine and a pizza from Seconds.

The pizza arrived when she was halfway through the bottle of wine and by the time she’d had her fill, she’d finished said bottle. She was just on her way to grab another when her phone rang, the familiar sounds of “Only One In Colour” hitting her ears, which was the tone she attributed to just one person.

She hastily ran back to the living and grabbed her phone which was on the sofa cushion, smiling as she saw the photo of her and Steve filling the screen.

“Hey!” she said a little breathlessly and she heard a chuckle on the other side.

“Am I glad to hear your voice” her soldier spoke and she felt herself tearing up.

“Me too.” She said, taking a deep breath “I take it the mission is done?”

“Yeah, took a little longer than we thought. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call Doll.”

“It’s ok.” She smiled, “When are you home?”

“Yeah, about that…” he said softly, and she took a deep breath, bracing herself for bad news before he spoke again, a playful quality to his soothing voice “Look out the window baby girl.”

Katie felt a huge grin cross her face as that could only mean one thing. In a flash she yanked open the doors that led to her balcony and ran out, peering over the edge. And there he was, in all his glory, waving up at her from where he sat on his bike.

“What you down there for?” she teased as she looked down.

“We’re going for a ride Doll.” He replied simply and she grinned.

“I’ll be right down.”

“3 minutes. Captains Orders.” He shot back and she turned and headed into her penthouse.

“I love it when you get all masterful” she teased and he gave a little laugh.

“I know.”

She cut the call and headed quickly into her bedroom, pulling off the hoody and exchanging it instead for a long cashmere sweater that finished mid-thigh. It had been a gift from Steve not long before he had left and she knew he loved it on her. It was a deep green colour- “It matches your eyes, Doll”- The fabric was soft, and the turtle neck line scooped slightly so that you could see a flash of her collar bone at either side of her neck. She cinched the waist in with a tan belt and shoved her feet into a pair of matching ankle boots. Grabbing her biker jacket and her helmet, she grabbed her keys and ran to the elevator.  

She emerged onto the street and stopped as Steve turned to face her. She gave herself a second to take him in, scanning his dark jeans, white t-shirt and open jacket all set off with a distressed leather belt and matching boots, before she gave a squeal and ran towards him. Steve stood up off his bike and strode towards her, meeting her halfway as she threw herself into his arms.

“Hey…” he said softly, his face pressing into her hair as her legs circled his waist. “God I missed you.” “Missed you too.” She mumbled, before she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Like, really missed you.”

And then she suddenly became conscious they were in the street. She threw a glance around, looking for any sly public amateur photographers and Steve frowned, spotting her change in demeanour.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She looked at him as he set her on her feet, his hands on her waist “Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t press her further, simply led her back to the bike and she swung her legs over the back, clipping the straps of her helmet into place. He settled in front of her and she laced her arms around his waist, under his jacket as he fired up the bike with a roar. Steve took another glance over his shoulder, her eyes visible through the visor of her helmet and they were shining with excitement. Flashing her a smile he turned round and set the bike off, heading up the street.

He drove the familiar route to Rock Creek and after half an hour or so pulled the bike to a halt in the spot he always parked at, a hidden little clearing just off the main parking lot. It was deserted due to the hour, which suited him fine. Cutting the engine he felt Katie shift behind him and he set the stand on the bike before he turned to see his girl taking her helmet off. She fluffed her hair out slightly and then grinned at him as he patted the space between his legs. She jumped off the bike, hung her helmet over the handlebars before she climbed back up, this time facing Steve, her back to the handlebars of the bike.

The little wooded area was dark, bar the moon shining through the lattice of leaves above them and Katie took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of pine needles, fresh air and the slight smell of the early spring flowers. The babbling of the brook was loud in the quiet of night providing them with a little background noise as Steve reached out, his hands cupping her face as he drew her to him. Katie closed her eyes, allowing him to take the lead as his tongue slid across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly, his movements smooth and graceful as he kissed her passionately before he pulled away, her bottom lip caught between both of his. He released it gently, pressing his forehead to hers, their noses bumping together slightly.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked her quietly. Katie sighed, and looked down at his long legs which were stretched towards her. Leaning her legs forward she hooked her calves around his, the denim of his jeans rustling as it bushed against her leggings. Her hands dropped to his knees and he ran them up the outside of his thighs, her fingers staking the strong muscles as they stretched the fabric of dark blue Levi’s slightly. “Katie?” he asked again and she took a deep breath before she reached for her phone in the pocket of her jacket.

“Someone papped us…well I say papped, it was more some nosey bastard member of the public…” she said, scrolling through to the photo. She handed it to him and he took it from her, fingers brushing hers gently. He glanced down at it and after a second he screwed up his face and let out a breath from his nose.

“Crap.” He muttered before he handed her phone back and looked at her, rolling his eyes.

“Tony managed to get rid of it from the net but…” she shrugged “It’s been a pain in the ass Steve, the fucking mumbled little comments in the office and…” she rubbed her neck slightly “Not being able to warn you either.”

“Warn me?” he cocked his head to one side “About what?”

“The fact you were all over the internet eating my face.” She shrugged and he gave a snort of laughter “Didn’t want you walking back into base and being blindsided. I know you’re not big into PDAs and I figured if the guys from STRIKE got hold of it, hell, if Nat got hold of it…” “You think I give a damned about that?” Steve frowned “Doll, I couldn’t care less.” Katie looked at him, blinking “You don’t?”

“No, well, I mean it’s not great but, well, I’m more pissed that you got a hard time in the office about it.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” She shrugged, before she grinned “If they carry on I can just fire them all.” Steve chuckled, his hands dropping to hers as he laced their fingers together “Bet Tony had a field day.” “Yeah, he thought it was pretty funny, especially the hashtag it was all trending under.” “Which was?”

“Stark Spangled Man.” She said, raising an eyebrow. Steve paused for a second before he tipped his head back, his broad chest and shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter before he shook his head and peeked up at her slightly.“10 outta 10 for imagination, huh?” she shrugged, grinning herself.

“Well, they’re not wrong…” he said simply, his hands leaving hers and they slid under her ass as he pulled her forward so she was straddling his lap. “I am completely and utterly, Stark Spangled…”

“I never wanna hear you say that ever again.” She said, narrowing her eyes as her hands slid up his arms coming to rest on the firm planes of his chest, just below his collar bone.

“No?” he asked gently, his hands splaying on her back gently underneath her jacket.

“Not unless you want me to start singing an amended version of your chorus song.” She grinned.

“Shut up.” “Make me.” She retorted, a childish tone to her voice and arched an eyebrow as he looked up at her.

“Brat.” He mumbled, his hand sliding up to her neck, pulling her face down to his. The kiss was fierce, his lips warm on hers, the familiar tingle spreading up her spine making her shiver slightly and a soft moan escaped her mouth to his and she felt his lips curl into a smirk against hers before they moved gently from her mouth to her jaw line. He peppered soft, warm and wet pecks down her neck before he gently moved her sweater to the side a little more, exposing more of her shoulder.

The feel of his mouth on her skin was electric, and Katie let her head fall back, eyes closing as Steve’s hands splayed on her back, holding her in position as he kissed every inch of her skin he could find. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed, thickly as he paused his fingers digging into her back.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He mumbled.

“Not wearing any panties either…” she said softly and he pulled back to look at her, a groan escaping his mouth.

“You’re killing me doll.” “Well I was in my comfy stuff and you gave me 3 minutes to get ready.” She shrugged “Captain’s orders, remember?”

“Because you always do exactly what I tell you…” he said sarcastically, looking at her with those baby blues which were now a dark midnight shade through desire.

“When it counts I do.” She said, rolling her hips, pushing down on his crotch. He hissed slightly, his hands gripping her tighter as he bit his lip. Steve took a look round the deserted clearing and his attention turned back to her, his eyes challenging.

“Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish Sweetheart.” He said sternly, his voice low and the tone he spoke with had her twitching even more. She wasn’t one to back down to a challenge, and he knew that, but despite the fact she knew he was playing games, she simply smirked and her hands slid down his chest to his belt, fingers made short work of the buckle before she moved her attentions to the button on his jeans, popping them easily before she slid down the zipper.

“Who says I wasn’t gonna finish it?” she shrugged, as her hand worked into his boxers and wrapped her palm around his warm cock and he gave a low moan, his head falling back as she began to work him.

Katie simply watched his face, his soft lips parting slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Long lashes lay against his rosy cheeks, his Adam’s apple bobbed and he gulped slightly when her movements and grip grew stronger. His eyes opened and locked onto hers, his pupils completely lust blown, speckles of moonlight reflecting in them gave her the impression she was looking at the starry sky and he leaned up and pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, their teeth clashing slightly. She felt the heat pooling between her legs as his hands slid under the side of her long sweater, fingers gripping her skin tightly as he squirmed underneath her.

Katie moved her hand more rapidly, loving the effect she had on him. The fact she could undo the stoic, taciturn Captain in matter of minutes was a fucking turn on and she grinned as he buried his face into her neck, alternating between fast and hard, long and slow strokes. She felt him attempt to thrust desperately into her palm as he let out a low sigh of her name and she tilted his face back to hers with his spare hand and captured his mouth in a hard kiss as she gave him another slow stroke. At that, clearly done with the teasing, he growled into her mouth, standing up suddenly, spinning her round so her back was pressed to his chest. Katie let out a squeak of surprise as one hand kept her supported easily as it hooked over the front of her chest, the other pulling down one side of her leggings then the other. He sat back down, pulling her over him and in a single thrust upwards had buried himself inside her.

The sudden intrusion made Katie cry out as she felt him fill her, and once he was fully seated and she was stuffed as full as possible, he began to thrust upwards, controlling the speed completely. Her thighs were tight around him, and she was powerless to spread her legs apart much as they were clamped together thanks to the fact her leggings were bunched round her ankles, restricting her movement. Instead, she leaned back, arching her back, head falling to his shoulder, shifting the angle slightly which allowed him to drive up into her even deeper. His hands moved, sliding up her sweater to cup her breasts and as he gently tugged on her nipples she gave a loud wail as the sensation speared through her and she pushed down as hard as she could, rotating her hips slightly. Steve’s breath was hot on her ear as he pulled her down with every thrust up that he made, grinding right up against her spot.

“Such a needy little thing, aint you…” he said, his voice low and punctuated by his heavy breathing and she gave a low keen as he nipped at her neck, his fingers tugging her nipples harder.

“3 weeks Steve…” she panted, and he gave a dirty chuckle, pushing up again, bottoming out completely. It was a movement he repeated again and again, his mouth chaining kisses to her neck. One hand moved down from her chest, calloused fingers brushing lightly against her skin, over her stomach, and she shivered at his touch as he gently reached the spot between her legs. As he pushed up again he gently rubbed against her clit and she cried out, her head falling forwards slightly before his other hand moved upwards, gently wrapping around her neck as he pulled her back, his hand turning her face to his where he caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss.

The feeling of being manhandled like that, in the open air, one hand between her legs, the other round her neck, his cock thrusting slowly against her spot was almost too much, and she groaned, writhing on his lap, her mouth falling open, and when she finally found her voice it was raspy as she struggled to form her words.

“Please, Steve…I need…” her eyes locked onto his, her hand grasping the wrists of his hand which was between her legs, trying to speed him up. He looked back at her, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and concentration, sweat beading on his brow.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” she nodded, and his fingers picked up their pace as did his hips. Her legs shuddered slightly as she felt the white, hot heat rising in her belly and she let out a low cry of his name.

“Come on Doll…” he murmured, “Come for me sweetheart.” And she did, with a force so intense she couldn’t stop herself letting out a loud “Fuck” as she shuddered, the world fading to dark around her, as the waves of pleasure racked her entire body.

“Shit, Katie…” Steve stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic as be bit down gently on her shoulder and he came with a groan, his hips slowing to an eventual stop as he sagged forward a little, forehead buried against her shoulder.

They stayed still for a while, the silence of their surroundings bar the trickle of the stream providing a soothing background as they both recovered themselves. Katie tilted her head round to look at him. His expression was dazed, mouth open in supplication and she loved seeing him so utterly wrecked. A fresh fucked Steve was the most beautiful thing in the world to her. All golden haired, slack jawed, kiss swollen lips and long eyelashes framing . Taking a deep breath Steve pressed a soft kiss to her neck before he cracked his eyes open and gave her that beautiful smile she lived for.

“For the record…” she hummed into his mouth as she captured his lips in a small kiss. “I’m well aware you totally just played me.”

He gave a soft chuckle and looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling “Guilty as charged.” His hands ran up her sides underneath her sweater, fingers gently trailing down her ribs. “But I did tell you we were going for a ride Doll…”

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The Scarlet Letter: Let’s talk about RWBY’s male LGBT rep

I have been sitting on this post for nearly four weeks waiting until the 15th due to the Before the Dawn spoiler rules.

So let's start with a blunt statement: RWBY's male LGBT representation has not been good. If the series' handling of female LGBT rep is good (which... well there's worse shows) and the general standard for how you write LGBT characters in a show like this, its handling of male rep has been... how not to. And Before the Dawn kinda solidified the idea in my head that the show's handling of its male LGBT cast just isn't good enough, either by the standards of when RWBY began in 2013, or today in 2020 when compatively massive steps have been taken over the past decade to show a more diverse list of characters... or at least a more diverse list of female characters.

I don't wanna make this a pissing match over how over-or-under-represented male or female LGBT characters are, but I feel like it's safe to say that the majority of the trend-setters for modern romances, especially in western animation, have been between women. Korra and Asami from Korra, Chloe and Max from Life is Strange, Marceline and Bubblegum in Adventure Time, (insert the relevant Steven Universe characters here, never watched it), and more recently, Adora and Catra in She-Ra and Luz in Owl House.

Compatively, while studies have shown that in general male LGBT characters get more appearances on a purely numerical level, in general they're more one-off characters there to pad a roster, or played more for comedy (see Josh Gad in the Beauty and the Beast remake or the gay guy in Avengers Endgame that was more notable for how hard China and Russia snapped him out of existance). The only big male-LGBT focused media I can think of from the last decade would be Yuri On Ice, Moonlight, IDW's Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye (Chromedome/Rewind best pairing fuck you Roberts for issue 16) Love Simon, and the anime adaptation of Banana Fish.

So it's no surprise that RWBY basically follows these ideas. It's big romance is (unless the writers are very stupid) going to be between Blake and Yang, their first out character was Ilia, Coco got sent to the Book Dimension where she confirmed "I use my sunglasses to perv on women without their knowledge" which uh... yeah you can definitely tell RWBY is written by men... and Volume 6 had Saph and Terra being a good example of an LGBT couple without any real drama. In the last three years alone, the show has drastically increased its lesbian and bisexual characters, alongside even including its first out trans character in May Marigold (albeit only revealed on Twitter). In general, these depictions of sexuality have been pretty OK. Would have liked it if Ilia wasn't immediately written out of the show after Volume 5 as it made her feel a bit more disposable than intended but whatever, subject for another day.

RWBY's male rep though is a bit spottier. There's the plant bois in Volume 5's premiere, we nearly had Pilot Boi until some last-minute revisions, and... Scarlet.

Why Scarlet's a bad launchpad for male LGBT rep

I don't like Scarlet or how his sexuality has been handled. Scarlet's homosexuality wasn't revealed in the show, or by the writers, or even in anything that's actually canon. He's confirmed gay in his sole of dialogue in a non-canon fan anthology, where the manga's Twitter team had to say that Miles suggested the idea and approved of it.

In short, Scarlet is Dumbledore'd, where his sexuality is revealed in out-of-show material and in a way that doesn't make it supremely obvious (Miles himself never commented to confirm this so this news was limited in how far it could spread. I'm genuinely curious how many people still don't know Scarlet's gay), and Scarlet himself is a nothing character who was written out of the show after Volume 3 and only reappeared in Before The Dawn, half a decade after he vanished. Compared to Ilia, as this came out after Ilia's entire arc in Volume 5, it's not a great starting point for mlm rep. But things would have been forgiven if it had gotten better, if the show did have more male LGBT characters introduced, even just on the Saphron/Terra level of just being around for a few episodes before leaving. Then it would have been a misfire but then we could all say "Things got better."

It... didn't. Which is why when Before the Dawn released in 2020, a full two years after Scarlet was first confirmed gay, while the franchise had more than doubled its wlw rep, Scarlet remained the one male character in the entire franchise who had a name and liked men. I remember vividly a fake leak for After The Fall which claimed Yatsuhashi would come out to Velvet and admit to having a crush on Fox. And I remember as well how many people were disappointed when it was said to be false, because it would have been nice for Yatsuhashi's character, especially after the fleshing out he gets in the CFVY books. If Yatsu had come out as gay in the books I'd like his writing enough to say he's a good case for rep, albeit with the caveat of "This is all in side material." But in reality, the leak was fake and Coco was confirmed gay instead.

Unfortunately, Before the Dawn proceeded to ruin Scarlet and made me at times feel genuinely uncomfortable as a queer man! Let's talk about that.

Before The Dawn is crap and Scarlet's writing is borderline offensive

I hate Before the Dawn. It's... bad. I read it while on a vacation and the only solace I had about the entire thing was that I'd bought an M&M chocolate bar. The bar was finished before the book. That bummed me out. It's not a very well written book, the prose is very Early 2010s YA Writer, none of the characters are memorable and there's various Fun Incidents like "NGDO using children as bait for Grimm," and "Neptune's hydrophpobia being used as a threat to torture him and the scene is played for comedy."

Theo was cool. I can't wait to see him as written by good writers, he should be a highlight of the Vacuo arc.

I had two hopes for Before the Dawn- "Don't be bad," and "Let Scarlet and Sage be well written." I'd liked how After The Fall had handled some of its characters (barring, y'know, Coco perving on women), especially Fox and Yatsu who were surprising in how much I liked them. I was looking forward to seeing Myers give Sage and Scarlet similar treatment- two relatively nothing characters meant he'd have a blank slate to write them however he wanted, he could give them unique personalties and if nothing else it could be cool to see their Semblances.

And then I read the book. (Sage fans I am so sorry for you, you got baited harder than Johnlock fans)

Scarlet's a giant dickhead in the book. It's his sole character trait and his inner monologues go on, and on, and on about how much he hates Sun, how he revels in mocking him. Most of his dialogue is sarcastic put-downs about Sun and how lame he is, and Sun is never properly allowed to defend himself or point out how going with Blake meant he was able to help save Haven Academy.

(hey remember when Sun in Volume 6 expressly says to Blake "I was a bad leader for ditching Neptune and the others, and I need to work on that" only for Before the Dawn to have him staunchly refuse to accept that he let the team down? I don't think Myers did but I do)

Scarlet being a ratty bitch would be one thing if, again, the franchise had done more rep. He'd still be a badly written character, but it wouldn't sting as much. But because Scarlet is still the only expressly confirmed male LGBT character in canon (the book teases that Nolan is gay but there's never confirmation either way beyond him smiling at Scarlet), it means that he has to represent that entire ideal. So when the one gay man in Remnant is being an asshole and a snide loser, that means that by extension, this is how the franchise sees gay men. And that fucking sucks! I wanted to come out of Before The Dawn singing its praises, I wanted to like the book, but it was a massive letdown, especially coming off of the other big 2020 RWBY controversy involving gay characters.

Yeah. We're doing this.

Clover and Fair Game: Technically not queerbaiting. BUT:

Let's pre-empt this: Clover wasn't queerbaiting, and Fair Game, while cool and I dig it, kudos to them for becoming one of the top 5 RWBY pairings on AO3 in one year that's fucking impressive (I say with mild malice as an IronQrow main), never had a chance. The writing never seriously boosted it barring one interaction which was flirty (them talking in the lobby of the Schnee Manor), and everything else was out of show boosting through the social media teams and CRWBY hyping it themselves by saying they liked it. If you wanna blame people, blame the animators who went off-script with stuff like Kim Newman adding the wink as a deliberate nod to the Volume 4 waitress, or the social media team deliberately using the same policies for Fair Game as they do for Renora and Bumblebee.

It wasn't Eddy's fault that things escalated, and he himself has said that in retrospect, he should have warned people that this never had a shot.

But I can't blame the Fair Game fanbase. Because Fair Game took off like wildfire. It came right as the fanbase began seriously asking for more male rep, Qrow's pretty hot, and the Clover wink came right after the Great IronQrow Reawakening of November 9th, 2019. The rocket was primed, and they rode it to the moon. Finally, to these people, after seven years RWBY seemed to be doing something with mlm rep in show. People started getting into RWBY just for Clover and Qrow's interactions. And if heroes were boring, Watts and Tyrian also had a fantastic dynamic that made Nuts and Volts one of the more popular villain ships overnight. Things seemed to be turning around! RWBY was remembering that gay men existed! You could hear the choir sing!

... And for those people, that meant that episode 12 hit like Truck-Kun.

People got pissed. People were horrified. And it didn't help that some members of CRWBY had said in the build-up that episode 12 would have some shots that made them nauseous (probably the Tyrian thumb thing) Out of context, it looked to these fans like CRWBY were basically laughing at their suffering, like they were saying "Lol, you thought you had a chance, get fucked, I hope your vomit burns on the way up."

Yeah, Fair Game was never gonna be canon, and I think some people ran too far with it. But in the wider context of how desperate RWBY's mlm community had gotten for basic crumbs of content? I can see why they'd run with what they had. The writers aren't at fault for what happened, but CRWBY didn't help matters. And that desperate mix of what felt like official backing from the crew, jokes about how cute the ship was, and the hope that finally the show would have onscreen rep? I can see why people ran with it.

So why is the show more lackluster in depicting mlm characters?

Money. Let's be honest, most RWBY fans don't care if the show doesn't have good male rep. I'm willing to bet some of you reading this won't care and just dismiss it as not being that big a problem. I don't think the writers care if the show doesn't have good mlm rep because they're not poaching that market. They're after what they see as a bigger, more lucrative market, which in this case is female LGBT rep. That gets people buying games, watching shows, raising awareness and boosting awareness of your property, which means you make more money. In short: Two women kissing hits more markets and generates more attention than two men.

Am I saying that Miles, Monty and Kerry deliberately sat down seven years ago and said "We're not doing gay men because it won't generate enough ad revenue and traffic to be worth the loss in revenue from homophobes?" No, that's silly. But I'm saying that it's less important for them, and it shows in the things that are small and add up. Things like Miles not verifying Scarlet's sexuality or retweeting the manga account's confirmation to spread the message (compared to how he enthusiastically confirmed Ilia being a lesbian himself during the Reddit AMA). It shows in how Pilot Boi would have been the first mlm character only to die in his second full episode until M&K were told about the Bury Your Gays trope. It shows in how Shannon believes that Ozma is "megaqueer" and Miles jokingly laughs it off instead of confirming it, leaving it to just be Shannon's headcanon. It shows in how actor shipping is compared between the mlm and wlw ships, where Arryn and Barbara's frequent pushes for Bumblebee are seen as "official confirmation that it's endgame" while Michael and Kerry saying they enjoy Seamonkeys is treated as "well it would be cute if they did it, but they're never going to."

I'm not gonna say anything like "CRWBY are gonna have Qrow end up with a woman like Robyn out of spite against the bad apples of the Fair Game crowd." I'm not gonna say that I don't think CRWBY cares about male representation in the series. It is, however, definitely a low priority for them, and because that leads to gaffes like Scarlet's writing in Before The Dawn being offensive in his depiction, it only makes the contrast between the sexes all the more painfully apparent.

I'm kinda tired of waiting for Rooster Teeth to show that they do care about mlm. I'm kinda tired of RWBY's male rep being written like it came from a 1993 time capsule where I have to enhance the screen to see a guy holding a sign of Sun's abs or be content with the only onscreen rep still being the plant bois in Volume 5. I'm tired of how often the crew dances around answering basic questions about sexuality (and age, and birthdays, and heights, and so on) by treating it as a spoiler question, as if just wanting to know what way people swing would ever be a spoiler. I'm just... tired of all this. When the best mlm rep in Rooster Teeth's history remains the two dads in Camp Camp who show up in a few episodes, that should say something really bad about your company and your biases (To say nothing of the recent Red vs Blue seasons and their blatant queerbaiting for Grif and Simmons and the whole can of worms that is Donut).

I'd like to not feel like I'm borderline unwelcome because I'd like to see two men in this show kiss, and that the sole thing that represents people like me in this show is some British twat who complains about sand.

I'd just like to feel like my sexuality isn't a joke to Rooster Teeth (or at the very least, be like Donut and have it be a funny one). But at this point after the last few years? I feel like a very uncomfortable punchline to them. And it just sucks.

[deepdonutkid]

Social media and the Shelby Family

Let’s go from youngest to oldest…

Finn, as said in the first part, is an influencer, who likes to live his life online. He tweets a lot, he has a ton of insta stories and likes to keep his followers updated. Also he follows some trends like trying bubble tee or these weird tik tok dances. Finn even bribed his brothers to try some with him. They refused of course. Tommy said a no and walk right out of the room. John laughed and brushed it off. Arthur tried, but failed hilariously. Good for him, that Finn was teaching him the steps and not filmed the miserable attempt.   Michael did and was actually good… and Ada did quite okay. Well, Polly wasn’t even asked, because Finn already knew her answer was no.

A lot of his pictures online are with his friends, especially Jesaja.  They skate sometimes and film their tricks. (I added this, because I saw a video of Finn’s Actor- Harry Kirton- skating and I thought it also fit Finn) Whenever he is eating something instagramable, he definitely take a picture. Finn also take good selfies, but he only uses funny filters. So no Dog ears or sparkly flowers here!

He answers messages mostly direct, no waiting time, ‘cus this guy doesn’t play games, but as a Gen Z he would definitely be scared of phone calls. Especially if it’s Polly and there are already two missed calls. Then he just freaks out right away.

And to add a little funny extra: Finn tried among us on his phone and he is kinda sus!

His Whatsapp status would be: “my milkshake brings all the bees to my car. Shit… there are bees in my car!”

-.-.-.-.-

Michael is king of selfie. He knows he looks like god’s gift to the women and he plays that card. His phone is filled with all kinds of selfies. Little narcissist, here! Well, he needs to take a picture from every ankle to capture his beauty.

He also posts some stories on insta, but not so often like Finn. Michael keeps it casual. Just a few party pictures with friends or something super cool like new car.  

But as we all know Michael Gray, he likes to play games with da ladies. So sometimes you wouldn’t even get a goodnight from him. If you tease him, he’ll tease back. Probably posts a picture with another woman. She is just a friend, but you’ll not know that. Yes, he can be mean, but if you’ll call him drunk and late at night, that you miss him, he’ll be glad to hear that.

His status would be: “P1 cleaner than your church shoes.” And yes, this is a weeknd lyric from the song starboy

-.-.-.-.-.-

Ada. Yes. I almost forgot her. How could I? She is gorgeous!

Already mentioned in part one… She knows her stuff pretty well. Technology… no problem for this gal right here. Ada can hack into stuff and write codes and programs, but this also made her very aware of data getting misused or stolen from bots. This is why she chose to keep distance from social media. She doesn’t use the gram or snapchat or whatsoever, but she uses secure text messenger and is likely to be found on a super dank meme page and to understand the memes you need the knowledge of years and years internet culture. And Ada talks to Finn and Michael about unprotected data and how they shouldn’t spill so much information about them online.  

But she takes a lot of pictures from her kids, her husband, her cute outfits, her house and garden, their vacations. She doesn’t use a normal cloud and prefers to show you the pictures together. One after one and she’s making a comment to every single one of them. About that she could talk for hours.

Her status would be… well, she wouldn’t have any!

-.-.-.-.-.-

So… John-boy! Here isn’t much to say. He uses Instagram, but it’s a rare thing. John might follow some artist, so he is up to date for new concerts to go to and also some friends, but that’s it. On a good day which happens to be every half year he might post a picture, when he went somewhere. To get a new tattoo or if he went to see a game, probably soccer and rugby. If he gets the chance to travel, he’ll make pictures, but he totally forgets to post them or even show them to his family. He prefers to talk with his brothers about the experience of traveling and not starting a slide show.

What he is talking pictures of? Selfies are rare, but do happen, if they are a special request from a gal… and it’s probably shirtless, ‘cus he has got the body.  Then again, he took pictures, if he was abroad, not on the usual roads, but only a few. While texting he might send a funny meme, if he sees any and thinks of you. And the occasional picture of “Look what I just got”… and it’s a Vinyl or a band shirt. Even though, he answers his family rarely, when he is in Birmingham, he’d be texting with his lady a lot, having this grin on his face, while Ada asks who he is writing to.

His status would be something like: “punk in drublic.” Which is a festival for said genre, but he just finds it funny. Likely to add “Y/N with an emoji of choice”, when he is in a relationship.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Tommy hates social media and refuses to try it for a long time, but Finn uses it so much, that Tommy had a little interest, what’s going on there. His youngest brother had a lot of explaining to do, which probably went like:

T: “How do I tell the person I like the picture?”

F: “There is the comment button.”

T: “No, I mean the… like thing.”

F: “Double tap on the picture, Tom.”

T: “Good, so… what’s next?”

F: “Nothing. What should happen?”

T: *shrug* “So, this is completely useless!” *deletes the app immediately*

And Tommy is also not the guy to answer private messages directly or often. Sometimes you said on read for days with this fellow, because he is super busy and doesn’t have the time to type. If you’re lucky, you get a quick okay. But if it’s important, he’ll call you right away and asks what happened, and if you need any help. With business he always answers straight and don’t like to waste time.

He doesn’t take pictures really. There may be some incidences where he hit the button by mistake. And there some photos of documents, which he need proof of… so he doesn’t have to rip out a page from a book like its 1920s. And all the pictures of his family has been send to him, he just don’t delete them.

His status would be: “Available” or “At work. Only important calls.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

Arthur… well… he has Facebook and uses it like anyone going on forty… really weird boomer mems, that might have been funny ten years ago. He sends them to everyone and they’re so annoyed by it, but he spares Tommy as his time is too important to waste on ‘funny pictures’.

Some gave him an Echo thing, the one with Alexa, you know, and he was so frustrated by it, that he threw the thing against the wall. Arthur couldn’t get past the set-up and got to angry. His family laughed about it, but it’s better this way.

Thanks to Finn and his little videos, Arthur became a meme himself, because his little brother filmed him while Arthur did something ridiculously stupid. That vid went viral. (Unsure what he did exactly)

His status would be: “Hey, there I am using whatsapp!”

-.-.-.-.-.-

I don’t know what to say about Polly and Freddie… so I leave them out now, but if you have something to add or whatever, feel free to do so!

[marvelmadam08]

Meanwhile, In Quarantine...

Part of 100 Days of Marvel

Prompt 7: Well which is it? I’m getting nervous. // Prompt 79: You just ignored rule one through five. // Prompt 39: We’re gonna die here. // Prompt 11: I remind myself murder, even attempted, is illegal.

A/N: I’m on day seven or nine (honestly I lost count) of my quarantine, and I am slowly loosing my mind. Then I thought ‘What would the Avengers do during this quarantine?

~~~~~

One Week Earlier

“Miss (Y/N), Mr. Stark is calling for a mandatory team meeting in the common area.” Friday announces to you, interrupting your workout

“Right now?” you huffed out

“Yes, he says it’s urgent.”

You were the last to show up, annoyed and sweaty. Nat seemed to be the only other one who looked as annoyed as you, with her hair wrapped in a towel. Bucky, Sam and Steve lounged on the couch, while Clint was sharpening his arrows. Wanda and Vision stood off to the side to themselves. Thor sat next to Peter, who was hunched over his homework and Bruce stood next to Tony by the muted television displaying the news.

“Everyone here?” Tony pointed to everyone “Good, well I’m not sure if you all heard about this whole ‘virus’ that’s going around.”

“The Coronavirus?” Steve asked

“That’s the one,” Bruce nods “there have been a few cases popping up throughout the city, as well as the country, and within the next few days the entire country is going to be on mandatory quarantine.”

“Quarantine?” Peter spoke up “Like we can’t leave the country?”

“No, as in you can’t leave your house. And that includes The Compound and Tower as well.”

The room erupted in numerous hisses of disagreement. 

“Half of us don’t even need to be in quarantine.” Nat stated loudly

“Yeah, stupid super soldiers.” you muttered

“That’s uncalled for.” Bucky gave you a stink eye 

“Doesn’t matter, we’re being order by the government and Fury to stay put.” Tony tells you all “Parker, I’m only gonna say this once, you to stay put. No school, no parties, no dates.”

“But here at The Compound would be more ideal, seeing as it’s away from the city.” Bruce adds softly

“So we’re stuck here?” Wanda asks “For how long?”

“Well they say the quarantine could last between two weeks to two months.”

“Well which is it? I’m getting nervous.” Sam unmuted the TV

‘....stores have already begun to run out of water, toilet paper, and even baby wipes...’

Day 1

You, Wanda and Laura (Clint’s wife) were organizing the last of the quarantine supplies. Clint couldn’t stomach the idea of not being with them during the whole pandemic, so he asked to bring them up until everything blew over.

“Okay so the kitchen is fully stocked, all the cleaning supplies are put away.” Wanda sighed “It’s kind of scary, how everyone is reacting out there.”

“Yeah, I had to wrestle some hand sanitizer from some grown woman wearing a face mask and rubber gloves.” Laura admits

“I wish I could’ve seen that, since you had Nate strapped to your chest.” 

“Speaking of, I should go check on him.” 

Just as Laura walked out, Steve, Bucky and Peter walked in with large pizzas in their hands.

“This is the last of take out for the next few weeks. Enjoy it while it lasts.” Steve tells us

Everyone swarmed for their chosen slices before gravitating towards the TV to get an update on the quarantine. You were instructed to stay inside, only to leave unless it was absolutely necessary, and then return back to respective homes. Keep your contact with other people down to a minimum, and overall to sanitize and wash often. 

“This is what I do on a regular basis.” Bucky scoffed

“Same.” Wanda and Nat chimed in

“This is gonna be so cool, like one big party.” Peter clapped

A few of the other groaned at Peter’s optimism.

“The kid is right,” Tony agreed “most times we’re on missions for weeks at a time. How is this any different?”

“He does make a point.” Vision nods “And surely there’s enough room for everyone to find their own thing.”

Day 4

You glared at Bucky, who was tapping his pen against his teeth, while trying to figure out the crossword puzzle in front of him. You were trying to do silent yoga, silent being the key word.

“Barnes, can you stop that?” you said through your teeth

“Stop what?” he paused

“Tapping the pen on your teeth.”

“It helps me think. Why aren’t you in the gym?”

“Because I can’t take Steve and Nat talking smack when they spar each other. And Sam is playing his music too loud, and his room is next to mine.”

“And it’s the tapping that bothers you?”

“Forget it.” you closed you eyes again and worked on tuning Bucky out

Tony hurried in, scanning around the room “Has anyone seen Parker? I can’t find him and neither can his aunt. (Y/L/N)?”

“Shh, doing silent yoga.” You hushed “And no, I haven’t.”

“He left.” Clint spoke from above the rest of you. There was a small whirling noise, and metal scrapping against more metal, then Clint and his daughter poked their head out from the vent above us.

“What do you mean he left?”

“He said something about building a death star.” The younger Barton, Lila, answered

“Friday, override and track the kid’s phone for me.” 

“Of course Mr. Stark.”

Tony turned his attention to the TV, tapping on his phone and started to call Peter over video. At this point you gave up on silent yoga and just laid out on the mat. Peter’s face popped up on the screen but he wasn’t looking at his phone 

“Trust me, they don’t even know I’m gone.” he told someone off screen 

“Hello Mister Parker.” Tony waves

“Mr. Stark!” He hurried to pick up his phone “Hey, hi... um that’s so funny I was just about to come down to the lab, from my room.... which is where I am.... right now.”

“Oh you’re in your room? Not at Ned’s place building legos?”

He paused “No? I just got so bored! And there were so many rules to just stay in.”

“There were six rules max, and you just ignored rule one through five!”

“Are you sure he’s not your kid?” you chuckled

Day 7

“Twenty-three bottles of pop on the wall.” Sam half sung, eyelids closed, while rocking Nate to sleep

Steve and Bucky were each cuddling a plush stuffed animal on the floor. Morgan ran back and forth between poking Steve with a wooden spoon and the spot where she had a pile of cookies waiting on a plate. And Lila and Cooper were on their phones, headphones in, and not paying attention to their surroundings.

“What the hell you guys?” Nat groaned

“Ooh Auntie Nat said a bad word.” Morgan giggled

“Hey Monster.”

“Auntie (Y/N)!” Morgan jumped over Bucky and ran over to climb up your side until she reached your shoulders. “Guess what, I got to have cookies and chicken nuggets, gummies and a bunch of soda.”

“Nat? (Y/N)?” Bucky lifted his head from the floor, a flattened gummy beard on the other side of his cheek “Please tell me the others are back too.”

“On the contrary, Clint and Tony wanted to know if you wouldn’t mind watching the kids a little while longer.” Nat went to relieve Sam from baby duty “Tony talked to the mayor and got her to extend the quarantine curfew for their double date night.”

The three men groaned, you swore you saw a tear in Steve’s eye.

“We’re gonna die here.” Sam curled into a ball 

“Why did we agree to babysit?” Steve spoke into the stuffed penguin he held 

“Nat, maybe we should help them out.” You held Morgan tightly while she flipped upside down from your shoulders “They’re only men.”

“When the Earth spins, how do we know when we’re upside down?” Morgan poked you in the back 

“Tell you what, clean up your mess, we’ll go get in our pj’s and then I’ll tell you.” you carefully set her back down on the floor, she ran off, picking up her toys and stray snacks 

“Coop, Lila, your homework better be done, because if I have to check myself-.” Nat started. 

They jumped up from their seats and rushed out the room, Steve looked up at you and Nat in awe, Nate fast asleep in her arms.

“How did you-”

“We have a way with kids, don’t take it personally.” 

“Done!” Morgan cheered before pulling at your arm “Can we get in our pj’s now?”

Nat chuckled “Let’s go princess, (Y/N) will meet us there. You can help me get Nate ready for bed.”

Morgan took Nat’s free hand and skipped along side her. You took the stuffed animals and blankets from the guys.

“How did four children manage to out-do two super soldiers and a former air force vet?” you asked

“They’re small, but stealthy.” Sam yawned “Morgan has been asking us that spinning Earth question for hours.”

“I tried to explain how the Earth rotates but she told me I was wrong.” Bucky added

“Oh, it’s a joke. How do you know when the Earth turned upside down?” you paused, waiting for one of them to guess the answer “Fall time.”

Day 12

“What is this called again?” Thor points to Peter’s phone screen

“Twitter.” 

“Twitter? Like the sound a bird makes? Oh and there’s a symbol of a bird there.” he laughed “Humans are so creative. Tell me Son of Stark, what is Twitter’s purpose?”

“Uh.... basically you just post whatever’s on your mind.” Peter handed over his phone to Thor “Sometimes people will like it, and retweet it, or leave a comment.”

“Please tell me you didn’t make Thor a Twitter page.” You spared a glance from your book

“He asked me to show him. What’s the worse that could happen?”

One Hour Later

“Who gave Thor a Twitter page?” Steve marched into the kitchen

You immediately point to Peter.

“He wanted to know about social media. I didn’t think it’d do any harm.” Peter blurted out

“What did he do?” You asked

“He keeps posting.” Steve scrolled through the tablet in his hand “Things like ’What is black twitter?’, ‘poptarts and coffee’, ‘Just noticed how Director Fury sounds like the freeze man in this Disney movie’, ‘Over heard Natasha and Wanda judging who had the best ass. Barnes or Rogers. Clearly it’s me’ He’s trending.”

“Steve it’s harmless fun, he’s excited to be apart of Midgard culture.” you dismissed “Or are you upset because you weren’t voted for the best bum?”

“You should see his latest, and most liked, tweet.” Steve handed the tablet to you with a smirk

“‘Pretty sure (Y/N) and Barnes are dating. How else do you explain their sexual tension?’ I’m gonna kill you Parker.” You went to grab Peter but Steve pulled you away at the last second

“You don’t mean that.” Peter started to back out of the kitchen “Do you?”

“Who gave Thor a Twitter?” Bucky spoke from the other room

“I can give you a ten second head start.” Steve warns Peter

Day 15

“I can’t take this anymore, no missions, no take out, I can’t even go get a freaking smoothie.” You paced from one end of your room to the other “I thought this thing was only suppose to be two weeks.”

“Well Tony said two weeks or two months.” Bucky lounged on your bed, playing with the rubic’s cube “Looks like it’s gonna be two months.”

“How are you staying calm?”

“I remind myself murder, even attempted, is illegal. Plus I’ve been in isolation most of my adult life, so this doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Right.” you said softly “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m complaining about being stuck in here, for my health when you’ve had it way worse.”

“Hey,” he caught your hand and pulled you closer “Don’t apologize, I know you didn’t mean any harm. And you tend to get cabin fever when we go on long surveillance missions. These next few days are gonna fly by, trust me.”

He trailed his hands up and down your arms, traveling to your waist and under your shirt.

“Uh-huh Barnes, not again.” you pulled away slightly “Vision and Wanda almost caught us last time.”

“Because you weren’t quiet.” he kissed up your torso

“No, because you dragged me into a linen closet for wearing shorts.”        

Bucky gave you a small pout “I’m from the 1940′s doll, I fantasized about your calves when I first met you. And that we’re... is this considered dating or are we just messing around during the lock down?”

“I hope this means we’re dating.” you combed his hair back with your fingers “I’m not the kind of girl that you hump and dump.”

“Hump and what?”

You chuckled “Nevermind.” You straddled his waist, he gripped yours a little tighter “So Sergeant, you gonna take me on a date after this quarantine?”

“I’ll take you to Rome as long as you keep calling me ‘Sergeant’ doll.” he left soft kisses on your neck

“Mmm.” 

“(Y/N).” Steve knocked on your door “Have you seen Bucky? I’m looking for him.”

“Nope, haven’t seen him.” Bucky pulled your shirt over your head, and tried to add to the bite marks he left the other day, but Steve wasn’t letting up.

“You know where he might be?”

You rolled your eyes and made Bucky stop “Have you checked the garage?”

“Why would he be in the garage?”

“Steve, pal, can it wait?” Bucky shouted “I kinda got my hands full in here.”

“Oh.” You could only imagine how red Steve’s face was at that moment. 

“You are horrible James Barnes.” you giggled

“Sergeant.” he corrected you in a low growl

“Sergeant.” you brought your lips down to his, quickly fighting for dominance in the kiss. Bucky flipped you over, the bed squeaking under your shared weight

“Uh- should I go now?” Steve asked

[jiwonscologne]

Love is a Triangle

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - ?Part 5?

Pairing: Double B x Reader

Genre: Angst, slight fluff, smut suggestion

Warning: swearing, mentions of cheating

 We decided to visit a little fair on their day off. It was a Thursday and the weather was very pleasing, not too hot and not too cold, just on point. Hanbin won two plushies for me and when Jiwon saw that he was so good at those shooting and hitting games, he got competitive and started to play too, which was extremely funny because I watched him get cocky because of our boyfriend and I won one more plushie. We stopped by a food truck on our way out of the marketplace. Hanbin ordered for all of us, and mine and his order were made first. We both got out of the line since there were a lot of people around the truck, and we waited for Jiwon. When he was about to come in our direction, a girl approached him and he widened his eyes and parted his lips, static. I couldn’t hear anything but I didn’t like the way she was smiling nor the way he was reacting to her words. I knew right away that wasn’t a fan. Hanbin saw it too and he widened his eyes just like Jiwon did when he saw her. I am right, they know  her.

 - Who is she? - I look at Hanbin.

 - That’s...Myung-Hee. His first love. - His answer hit like a needle on my chest. Not just what he said, the way he said it concerned me the most. I’m worried since I’ve heard her name before from his mouth, when he told me how Jiwon had such a hard time on forgetting about her. We talked about brief moments on the ‘first love topic’ and everyone knows our first love is the one who stays in your heart forever, the one you can’t erase because it’s our first experience with love itself, which makes it so special. It’s normal but if the ending is bad...that stays, and stinks. Jiwon had that bad luck.

 - What is she doing here? - I ask, innocently and with a firm, slightly threatening voice.

 - Why don’t you ask him? - Hanbin smiles poorly at Jiwon finding our way back to us with a rushed pace.

 - Hey. Here’s my food. - He smiles, raising his fish cake, and we start walking to go home.

 I want to talk, even though I’m waiting for him to speak without making me ask. Hanbin and I create a suffocating silence and he finally breaks it. - I know you saw it. - He looks at us but we limit ourselves by watching our steps. - And I’m shocked like you. She’s...I don’t know why she’s here, I thought she was living in Australia. I didn’t even know what to say to her when I saw her.

 - But, she did know what to say to you. - I insinuate.

 - Yeah...

 - What did she say? - Hanbin faces him.

 - She asked how I was doing and she told me sometimes she checks on me when I’m trending on social media.

 I nod. I feel so powerless. I know he’s going to think about her the rest of the week now. I know I’m going to, too. Why did she appear again? Why did she talk to him? Doesn’t she understand how much she hurt him back then? It’s unbelievable how we forget about someone and they come back to remind us.

 Jiwon told us how she had to check that it was him before she approached him since “he changed so much” after six years. I mean, duh, what did she expect? Hanbin asked how he was feeling after seeing her and Jiwon answered he was nostalgic and surprised.

 I had some questions myself, yet I kept quiet until we got home and had some privacy.

 - Summer, you’ve been silent all the way home. Are you okay? - Jiwon anticipates.

 - The reason you broke up… - I want to complete my sentence however he does it for me.

 - Was because I loved her more than she loved me. I told you that.

 - Yes, although...did she cheat on you with the other guy?

 - The other guy she started dating after me?

 - Yes.

 - You know...I wasted two years of my life asking me all kinds of questions about our relationship. Like you right now, I didn’t understand what she said to me. When she was breaking up with me, she told me and I quote “...my love for you has faded. I can tell you still love me and I could always tell that you’ve always loved me more than I loved you. And I once told you that your expectations were too high to see the truth. I told you that I wasn’t who you saw but eventually you convinced me to love you, but that’s over now.”  With this, you can go on various paths of thoughts. I thought she was cheating on me too, but maybe she wasn’t. She was right, I was blind on my love for her. I ignored all the times she could’ve supported me and she chose not to. I loved her with everything I had and it was clearly a mistake because she didn’t do the same for me.

 - Ji… - I hug him and he chuckles.

 - It’s okay, it happens. I was young, it’s water under the bridge.

 - Is it? - Hanbin asks.

 - Yes. I love you now, the past doesn’t matter. This made me find you guys and I’m grateful for that.

 - I love you. You know that we love you equally, right? - I make sure he hears it.

 - Yes, bae. I never doubted you. - That answer made me instantly in a better mood.

 - Now that we’re done with this conversation, Chanwoo invited us to go bowling tonight. - Hanbin takes his phone out of the pocket. - What do I answer?

 - Tell him no! - Jiwon startles me with the exclamation.

 - Why? - I raise my eyebrow.

 - This is our first day-off in months and he wants to hang out like we don’t see him everyday? - Jiwon rolls his eyes.

 - Babe, that’s kind of harsh. Don’t you think? - Hanbin says, surprised by his comment. - Besides, it’s with Jinhwan and Junhoe, too.

 - It’s not harsh, I’m just saying I’d prefer to be with my partners today.

 - Okay, that’s fine. - I say. I give Hanbin a look to leave Jiwon alone for a little bit.

 - Alright, I’ll tell him we can’t go. - Hanbin texts Chanwoo and goes to our bedroom.

 He said he’s fine but he’s clearly affected by meeting her again. I don’t blame him, he knows that we’re here for him. I just wish she hadn’t shown up on our lives.

 - I have to stop by the broadcasting station to do something. See you later.

 - What? I thought we would spend the whole day together. - Jiwon turns to me.

 - We still have many hours left when I get back. We can eat dinner and watch a movie after I finish it.

 - Hm, okay, but give me a kiss before you go. - I lean at him on the couch to reach his lips. - Hanbin I’m gonna head out! - I scream. He comes running to the hall, now with his sweatpants instead of his jeans.

 - What? You’re leaving?

 - I need to do some work, I’ll be back before dinner.

 - No… - He says lowly.

 - Bye baby. - I kiss him and get out.

 I choose to drive myself to work instead of calling our driver. It will take less time and I just want to finish it as soon as possible.

 Fortunately I had to do this, because after I saw her, she’s the only thing in my mind and I have to distract myself, otherwise I’ll go crazy. The way this is affecting Jiwon is worrying me: Answering without thinking and then being clingy with us. It’s like he’s frustrated with others but trying to compensate it with giving us attention. It’s probably his manner to tell us we have nothing to worry about and that he loves us so we don’t need to be jealous. It won’t work, but at least it’s kind of cute to see how he cares about our feelings. He’s so selfless sometimes…

 I finish everything in time for dinner. When I get home, Jiwon is cooking and Hanbin is setting the table.

 - Welcome home! - They greet me.

 - It smells good. - I direct myself to the kitchen.

 - It’s done, let’s eat. - Jiwon turns the stove off and takes the two pans to the table.

 - Did you do a broadcast today? We didn’t turn the radio on. - Hanbin grabs a full spoon of kimchi rice.

 - You know I don’t talk in them, I just prepare the songs.

 - I know, but I like to see everything that you do.

 - You’re so lame sometimes. - I laugh.

 - I’m in love. - He’s right. Hanbin’s first loves are me and Jiwon. He says things like these because he never said it to someone before, he never experienced this, it’s a fresh love, a new emotion to him. Sometimes that scares me.

 The rest of the week passes by smoothly. iKON is preparing for their comeback and I’m working harder since a lot of people on my job are on vacation so I have to broadcast full night sessions because no one will be there to entertain the listeners with conversation.

 I’m grabbing my coffee after work, which means it’s 6:45 pm. I stop by a newsstand to see if it has the monthly magazine that I read yet, since it’s the beginning of the month, but instead, I read something that catches me by surprise. I have to check it three times before I believe it. I look at the picture, yet my heart is telling me it’s not true. As soon as I notice the owner of the place is about to recognize me, I cover my face and walk away in a fast pace.

                                                                                                              9:43 am

 - Bobby, you have to be careful. I’m warning you, I don’t want something like this to happen again. Don’t make yourself frowned upon, you’re a good guy. - The YG CEO says.

 - Yes, I’m sorry, sir. I won’t. - Jiwon leaves the office and goes back to the room where the iKon members are working at, which is chaotic with loud whispers and hand gestures: 

 “I don’t know how he thought he wouldn’t get caught.”

 Jiwon sees Jinhwan doing a facepalm.

 “Shut up now, he’s coming!”

 As soon as he enters, the chaos turns to a tense and awkward silence.

 When Jiwon looks at Hanbin, he has a death glare on his face that Jiwon only sees when Hanbin is super annoyed. That’s how he knows he messed up. However, he composes himself together. - Okay, let’s get to work. - He joins his hands together and the group prepares themselves.

 Donghyuk plays the song so they can practice. The movements are slow at the beginning and there’s no trouble until the song grows and Hanbin goes in front of the mirror to watch them dance.

 - Junhoe, keep going. - He says, and after that notices Jiwon isn’t doing it right. - Jiwon, slow down. - He does as told, but then he goes off beat again and his movements don’t match with the rest of the group. - Jiwon. - He calls him out once more.

 He sighs and tries again.

 - Jiwon, I told you to slow down, can’t you hear the rhythm? - Hanbin’s annoyed.

 - I’m sorry. - He apologizes, staring at his feet.

 - Do you want to play it again? - Junhoe asks.

 - Yes please. - They do and Jiwon is out of focus once again. It’s understandable since he was just scolded at, but Hanbin loses his patience. - I know you’re not listening to the song. Can you try to focus? We’re having trouble because of you.

 - I can’t. - Jiwon is static and frustrated.

 - You can, we’ve practiced this dance a million times.

 - Should I stop playing it? - The song keeps playing and Junhoe sees everyone stopped because of them two.

 - No, let’s continue, Jiwon just do it again. - Hanbin seems careless.

 - I told you I can’t right now. Please listen to me. - Jiwon’s sad voice is getting strict.

 - Guys, maybe we should come back later. - Jinhwan realizes the fight is becoming personal and wants to step back.

 - You can’t but you have to, we’re working. - Hanbin keeps his figure.

 - Please let me talk to you first.

 - We’re practicing, we’re group mates right now, this is not the place to talk, we’ll talk at home. - Hanbin reminds him of their situation. - You’ve been keeping this secret since last week, can’t you wait a little longer? - Hanbin starts to get worked up.

 - Look Hanbin, I’m sorry! - He gets closer to him and the boys watch them quietly. - I’m sorry, alright? - He says, loud.

 - We should go, come on. - Yunhyeong whispers and they discreetly leave the room.

 - Why didn’t you tell us you were having lunch with her? - Hanbin shoots.

 - I...didn’t want you to be worried. I knew you would be like this. I knew it!

 - Of course I would react like this, she’s your ex! Worse, she’s your first love. You know what that means and I know it too, I’m feeling it right now! - Hanbin yells. - Just tell me what were you thinking when you didn’t tell us you were meeting her again. Tell me how could you make me find out this way. - Hanbin rambles. - I knew something was up yesterday! I knew it! You avoided me and looked the other way all morning and when I asked where you were when lunch time came, nobody knew where you were! They thought you were with Donghyuk but then he appeared so I thought “oh, maybe he forgot something at home”. - Hanbin looks him in the eyes waiting for a regretful answer.

 - I didn’t know you were going to find out this way, I didn’t see any paparazzi. I was going to tell you…- Jiwon’s calm and failing voice is irritating Hanbin.

 - You were going to tell me when? These people are everywhere so these things happen! They want society to see our flaws! Oh God, Jiwon. - Hanbin starts walking back and forth.  - Do you know what I thought this morning when I heard this? I didn’t believe it, I didn’t believe someone could be that dumb, seriously, Donghyuk had to show me the picture so I could see you two were really together. You know you’re on the papers, right? Social media too. I guess you know that, considering the CEO talked to you. - Hanbin looks at him. - Jesus, you realize Summer probably saw it too? She works with the media, Jiwon. On the fucking radio. And if she didn’t see it yet, she will.

 - I know...do you think she really saw it? - Jiwon’s guilt is growing and his face is sadder. - She will think I cheated on her...and on you… - Hanbin covers his face, concerned. Jiwon sighs and starts crying. - What do I do…? - Hanbin subtly looks at him.

 - Babe you can still call her. Maybe she didn’t see it, I mean, it came to us first because it’s about you. It’s YG’s business.

 - But it’s everywhere, like you said, if she didn’t see it, she will. Besides, I don’t want to do this over the phone. - Jiwon runs his fingers through his hair. - Oh God. - He gets up, wondering around, lost.

 Someone of the staff knocks on the door to warn them to continue the schedule. Jiwon wipes his tears off.

 - We’ll talk better at home. - Hanbin grabs Jiwon’s shoulder.

                                                                                                                 7:03 pm

 I get home, alone, devastated by the news I kept overthinking on the car. The moment I drop my keys in the little plate, I let my body sink in the couch and I wait for them. I turn the TV on but I don’t pay attention to even what channel I’m watching. I limit on calming myself down so when they get here, I don’t seem too upset since I want to understand what Jiwon has to say. About an hour and a few minutes later, I hear the door open and the tinkling of the keys along with some whispers. They get to the living room and I welcome them, getting up off the couch.

 - How was your day, baby? - They give me a kiss on a cheek.

 - Good.  - I answer. - How was yours?

 - Wait, you don’t want to specify what you did? - Jiwon says, slightly nervous.

 - No, it was a normal day. - I fake my answer. - How was your day?

 Hanbin gives Jiwon a look so he can go ahead and tell me. - We...worked! - Jiwon smiles.

 - Oh. - I fake a smile.

 - Yeah...but Summer, I have to tell you something. - He gulps and takes my hand to sit us down. - Last week, when I saw Myung-Hee, she later on Friday asked me to have lunch with her yesterday...so I did. I just wanted to know how she was doing and maybe be in peace with her on my head. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys, I clearly paid for it this morning. Everyone is upset at me on the company and they’re right, I wasn’t careful and I didn’t think.

 - “Be in peace with her” ? - Hanbin whispers in an irritated voice.

 - I know. You didn’t. - They look at me, confused. - I know everything. - I nod. - I read it on a magazine after work. I didn’t know till I got my coffee. I know what you’re thinking, I don’t usually drink coffee at that time but today I did, and now I wish I didn’t. It’s funny how things work.

 - Summer, I’m sorry. I feel so bad, are you upset? - His concerned face surfaces.

 - I’m upset you hid this from us. How could you? You lied to us, Jiwon. Let me ask you, if it wasn’t out by the paparazzis, were you going to tell us at all?

 - I was. Yesterday. - He looks away.

 - Oh really? Because I don’t recall you telling me this yesterday.

 - I… - He stutters. - Hanbin was tired and when we got home I couldn’t just…

 - So you waited for the magazines to do it for you? - I pop a senseless question.

 - I didn’t know there were magazines in the first place!

 - Oh then next time, when you meet her again, make sure, yeah? - I cross my arms and I get up, looking to the other side of the room.

 - Baby… - Jiwon reaches for me and tries to hug me but I push him away. - I’m not going to meet her again. - He grabs my arms and looks at me.

 - Like I could believe you after you lied. - I look away.

 - He’s not. - Hanbin finally breaks his silence.

 - How do you know? Why are you so quiet? - I start shooting questions against him. - You knew about this, didn’t you? - Hanbin frowns by my question. - You boys always exclude me from everything. Just because I’m not with you all day like you two are.

 - Summer, you know that’s not true! And I didn’t know! I found out when the staff asked how I was doing after “the Bobby thing”. I was clueless. I felt exactly like you did but it was this morning! You have to understand I had all day to think about this.

 I feel my eyes get watery and it’s not long until tears start running down my cheeks. He’s right, my feelings are more fresh, my anger is building up and I’m being jealous for every little thing I can find.

 - Baby. - Jiwon calls me, worried and regretful.

 - I’m sorry, Bin. - I wipe my tears. - It was probably harder for you. - I recognize my mistake to judge him. - Could you work today at all? Everyone was probably asking you all sorts of questions or giving you looks. - I get concerned.

 - Yes, they were. - Jiwon watches us talk. - But I had to pretend everything was okay so we could keep the schedule going. I admit in the morning we fought, but we’re talking better here with you at home.

 - Babes, listen to me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble.

 - Jiwon you have to understand you didn’t put just you at risk. You put you, me, Summer and  iKON. - He enumerates the amount of people with his fingers. - You saw how difficult it was to practice today. I know I said this already but you were so dumb.

 - I know. I apologized to the CEO.

 - Irresponsible. - He continues. - Just because of her. What did you get from this lunch, besides problems, anyway?

 - Yes, what was that “be in peace with her in my head”? - I come back to this. - You assured to us last week that the past didn’t matter, so why did you say this earlier?

 - I just wanted to know if I could see her as a friend and not someone who broke my heart for the first time. I know I said the past doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t, but sometimes she comes to my mind and I feel insecure. I feel like the 16 year-old boy that met a pretty girl and fell in love with her, even though she didn’t fell for him.

 Hanbin and I stay quiet for moment to take in what we heard.

 - Ji, you know you grew up. And you know we love you.

 - You’re not a boy. - Hanbin follows my sentences. - You are a wonderful man. I know this because we grew a lot together, I saw you become this confident and handsome person. Don’t make yourself think you’re the same as you were when you met her. You changed, for the best. Forget her. Forget the 16 year-old boy. Trust yourself now, and trust us. Trust that we love you and that you love us, that’s all that matters, nothing else.

 Jiwon smiles by Hanbin’s beautiful words. - I’m sorry. I will say it until you both forgive me. I promise I won’t lie to you ever again even if I have the tendency to do it, I won’t hide things from you. I fucked up but I learned my lesson. I hate to see you mad at me.

 I pout. - Alright, I forgive you.

 Jiwon opens his arms for a hug, hoping we can accept it.

 - Me too. - Hanbin hugs him and I join in.

 - I hate it when you don’t tell me stuff. - I say, with one of my cheeks buried on Hanbin’s back, making my voice sound more innocent and cute.

 - I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel left out. Ever. I love you so much. - Jiwon gives me a kiss on the cheek. - I won’t embarrass you like that again either, Bin. I’m going to apologize to the members tomorrow for delaying our practice. - He sighs. - I feel like a weight just lifted off my shoulders, thank you for forgiving me.

 - Okay Jiwon, it’s forgotten, let’s just move on and relax and go to bed.

 - You’re already sleepy? - Jiwon asks, suspicious.

 - No. - I give him a smile.

 Hanbin looks at Jiwon, takes off his shirt and goes after me, walking to our bedroom and I can hear Jiwon rushing himself to catch us before we start.

[nazariolahela]

Something Domestic: Chapter 8

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley and Liam get to know each other and sparks fly.

I look at the clock on the microwave and sigh. It’s 7:02 p.m. and Madeleine still isn’t home. Good thing I didn’t have any Friday night plans. Not that I mind staying late, but a little heads up would have been nice. If she doesn’t show up soon, I’m going to have to get dinner started for the kids. They’re currently upstairs in the playroom, watching a movie, so I’m down here in the living room — sprawled out on the couch — waiting for someone to relieve me of my duties. Mara appears from the elevator a few minutes later, holding a plastic CVS bag.

“Here you are, Miss. The items you requested.”

I take the bag from her and pull out the contents: A bottle of Starbeans Frappuccino Vanilla Coffee, a bag of sour gummy worms, and the latest issue of Trend Magazine. If I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well have sustenance and entertainment. As I sit on the couch, chewing on a gummy worm, I scroll through my social media newsfeed. Looking at photos of my friends and acquaintances getting ready to start their weekend, I feel a tinge of jealousy. Okay, that’s enough of that. I close out the app and reach into the bag, grabbing the frap and the issue of Trend.

Time to catch up on my celebrity gossip. I flip through the pages, thankful there aren’t any more photos of Liam and Madeleine playing “fake family.” Just your daily celebrity feuds, who’s dating who, and your run-of-the-mill rumors. If I didn’t secretly love this stuff so much, I’d hate it.  Mara excuses herself to check in with Bastien, so I pull out my phone to text Hana. As I open my text app, the phone rings with an incoming call from her. “Hey, girl!”

“Riley, where are you? My date with Meghan is at 8 p.m. and I can’t decide on an outfit,” she says frantically.

I exhale. “I’m still here. Madeleine’s not home from work yet.”

“I hope everything is okay. Did you text her? Have you heard from Liam?”

“I did but got no answer. Liam should be home soon. If I’m not home before you leave for your date, I just wanted to wish good luck tonight. Whatever you decide to wear, it’s going to knock her socks off.”

She laughs. “You’re ridiculous. Call me if you need me to bring you anything.”

“Will do. Love you!”

“Love you more!”

We hang up and I set the phone back down on the coffee table. I pick up the magazine and resume reading. A few minutes later, I hear the ding of the elevator door and sit up to find Liam entering the penthouse. He looks up from his phone and spots me sitting in the middle of the living room. He shoots me a questioning glance. “Riley? What are you still doing here?”

“Madeleine never showed up. I couldn’t just leave the kids here alone.”

His jaw tightens. “Thank you for that. I’m sorry that she never called. Next time that happens, please don’t hesitate to call me. You shouldn’t have to give up your Friday night plans because my children’s mother can’t pick them up on time. I’ll make sure you get paid overtime for today as well.”

“It’s really no trouble at all. I didn’t have any plans. My roommate has a date tonight, so I was probably just going to sit on my couch and catch up on Real Housewives of Ducitora. Besides, I’m not that big into New York nightlife. Too loud, too many people, too expensive.”

He smirks. “Well, if you’re not busy, why don’t you hang out for a while? I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, and Real Housewives OnDemand.”

I bite my lip, contemplating his offer. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me. You’re not,” he replies, and my chest tightens. One drink won’t hurt. Right? He’s not asking me to have sex with him. Think of it as a chance to get to know him better. I nod and he smiles. He makes his way to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. While he’s gone, I grab my purse and make my way to the bathroom. I check my reflection, making sure I don’t look like a homeless bag lady. I pull the hair tie from my hair and finger-comb through it. I then grab my tinted lip balm and brush a couple of coats across my lips.

Satisfied with my appearance, I flick off the bathroom light and head back to the living room. He returns a moment later, setting the bottle and two glasses on the coffee table. He glances down at my half-empty bottle of frap and the gossip mag. He picks it up, thumbing through the pages and frowns. “I can’t believe you read this crap. Half the things they say in here are total bullshit.”

I shrug. “It’s my guilty pleasure. I like getting a look at how the other half lives. Until I started working here, I assumed all you rich and famous people live in McMansions with gold fixtures and an army of servants. I bet you don’t even cook for yourself.”

He chuckles, the sound warming me from within. “There’s a reason for that. Ask my kids what a terrible cook I am.”

I couldn’t hide my smile. “That explains the personal chef.”

He flashes me a boyish grin that shoots through my body, down to my core. My gods, save me from my lustful ways. He pops the cork of the wine bottle and pours two glasses, handing me one. I bring my wine to my lips and take a long sip. His eyes watch me as my tongue sweeps up a stray drop of wine dripping down the side. He visibly swallows. I think about what Charlotte told me and figure now is a good time to bring it up.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something Charlotte mentioned to me today.” He sets his glass down and focuses his attention on me. I fiddle with my wine glass, doubting myself. He nods for me to continue. I exhale. “Okay. So, she mentioned that Madeleine has friends over from time to time.”

He rolls his eyes. “Penelope and Kiara. Yeah, those two are always around. Those three have been friends since college. I swear, when I married her, apparently they were a package deal.”

Ooh. This is awkward. “Actually, she mentioned a guy. She said that he’s over here frequently and that they spend a substantial amount of time in her room while you’re at work.”

Anger flashes in his eyes. Then almost immediately, he regains his composure. He exhales loudly. “I see. You know, I always suspected that she was bringing men into my home, but I never imagined she was doing it in front of my kids.” He gulps down his wine and pours himself another glass.

“I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you.”

He shakes his head and sighs sadly. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

We sit in silence for several minutes. He brings his wine glass to his mouth, staring into it with a blank expression. I watch him from the corner of my eye, making sure he’s not going to explode. Needing to break the tension, I set my glass on the table and lean back in my seat. “So, I hear you’ve been telling your friends all about me.”

His chokes on his wine and his cheeks immediately flush. “They told you about that?”

“Yeah, for a guy who doesn’t want his ex to find out, you sure talk a lot.”

He grimaces and sets his glass down. “In my defense, Drake, Max, and Liv are the only people I would ever tell something like that because I know they won’t tell her. From the moment I met you, I knew I was attracted to you. And in a moment of drunkenness, I may have confessed that to my friends. I didn’t mean for them to tell you though.”

He looks away. Is he embarrassed? Thinking back to what Drake told me at the bar that night, Liam hasn’t been with anyone since Madeleine. Assuming they were having sex regularly, he said it’s been a few months since he filed for divorce. Which means they probably weren’t having sex at all towards the end. Remembering my own drought, my mind wanders to that forbidden place. Is he lonely? Does he seek the company of certain women to fill the void his wife left? He doesn’t need those women when I’m more than willing to offer my “services” for free. I scold myself for thinking such stupid thoughts and take another sip of my wine.

Clearing his throat, he quickly changes the subject. “So, tell me. Other than gossip rags, trashy reality TV marathons, and hanging out at the Double Tappe, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

I drain the last of my wine and set the glass on the coffee table. “Not much. I do like to read in my spare time. And not just tabloid magazines. I just finished the new John Grisham novel. Talk about intense. Other than that, I spend most of my time hanging out with Hana. We used to spend a lot of time at The Foundry, but the drinks got way too expensive. Plus, the male clientele there really doesn’t really do it for me anymore. Too many tech-bros.”

He nods then picks up the bottle and both glasses and takes them into the kitchen. After depositing them in the sink, he returns to the couch. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he is sitting a little closer this time. I can feel the heat radiating from his thigh a mere inches from mine. My hands folded in my lap, I move them to the top of my thighs. His own hands rest at his sides, his fingers tapping the cushion. I stare down at his fingers as they inch closer. I look up and he’s staring at me, lust burning in his eyes.

“You said you weren’t into tech-bros. Are there any other eligible bachelors that have caught your eye lately?”

I blush. “Just one…”

“Anyone I know?”

My cheeks redden. Well, Riley. It’s now or never. He’s already told me how he feels about me. Why not let him know I reciprocate those feelings? He moves his hand to my knee and begins moving his thumb back and forth. My heart thunders. “Yeah. You.”

His smile fades as he moves even closer to me on the couch. “Riley. You should tell me goodnight.”

My breath hitches. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”

“What if I want you to kiss me?”

Before he can answer, he leans over and takes my head in his hands and presses his lips to mine. My shock turns to awe as I part my lips, inviting his tongue between them. I crawl forward into his lap, straddling his waist and wrap my arms around his neck. I press my chest to his, feeling his heart beating fast. My head tilts to the side, and he moves his mouth down my neck, sucking on my pulse. I tug his earlobe between my teeth and he growls, kissing and sucking harder. I’m probably going to have a hickey tomorrow, but who cares?

He moves his mouth back to my lips and his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt, slowly moving up my back. I can feel his dick straining under his dress pants as I press my core against his crotch. He groans in my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my pussy.

Oh my god, this is so wrong. But why does it feel so right? His hands fumble with the clasps on my bra. I reach between us and begin tugging on his belt. The heat between us is blazing and I can’t stop myself. Finally, he breaks our kiss.

“We have to stop.”

“What? Why?”

He swallows. “You know why.”

“Is it because of the kids? If you’re worried about them interrupting us, we could go to your bedroom.”

He groans and ohmygod it does things to me. “It’s not that…”

“You don’t want to?” I ask.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to since the moment you walked in here that first day for your interview. I look at you and all I want to do is take you all over this apartment. You can obviously feel it,” he says. My eyes dart down between us to the evident bulge in his pants, and I bite my lip. His eyes follow mine; his expression amused. Then, his face goes serious again. “But my divorce isn’t final yet, and I can’t risk anything that would put your job or the kids’ livelihood in jeopardy. Besides, you don’t want to get involved with me. Divorced Dad lusting after the hot nanny. I’m like a walking cliche.”

I sigh, then nod. His words are the same ones that Hana has been preaching since Day One. And the same ones that Olivia spewed at me that night at the Double Tappe. Maybe I should start listening to these people. Not to mention, the kids are upstairs. And Madeleine could walk in at any moment. I slide off his lap and rise to my feet. “I should probably go.” I make my way to the kitchen and start gathering my things. He stands to adjust himself, then follows me.

“I’m sorry if I took advantage of you.”

I roll my eyes. “Liam. You didn’t take advantage of me.”

“You’re my kids’ nanny. I’m only trying to protect you.”

I open my mouth to respond when the ding of the elevator cuts through the silence in the room, and Madeleine emerges. She notices me standing in the kitchen, hastily packing up my tote. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Liam snaps. “You could have called her. Or me.”

Madeleine shoots daggers at him. “I got held up in a meeting. I didn’t have my phone on me. And besides, you’re here to relieve her, so what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you shirked your responsibilities. You’re supposed to be here to relieve Riley in the evening so she doesn’t have to stay here all night. They’re your kids, not hers.”

She laughs, although there is no humor in her voice. “What does she care? She’s getting paid regardless.”

“She doesn’t get paid to raise our kids for us. That’s our job,” he growls.

Needing to get away from this situation ASAP, I grab my tote bag and scurry out of the kitchen. “Uhh...I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you guys Monday morning.”

As they argue, I make my way to the elevator and scramble inside. Once the doors close, I text Mara and tell her to meet me downstairs. I reach up and touch my lips, still feeling them tingle from his kiss. Did we really just do that? What would have happened if he hadn’t stopped it? I can’t stop thinking about that kiss as the elevator takes me to the ground floor. His hands up my shirt, the taste of his lips, the scent of his cologne. The way his dick rubbed against my center as I straddled him. My body is desperate for release, and all I can think about is how much he clearly wanted it too.

I should have known that hormones + alcohol = bad things. Although it was nice that he was a gentleman and restrained himself, part of me is angry with him for working me up like that, just to shut it down. Hello, lady blue balls. My name is Riley. The elevator reaches the lobby and I’m greeted by the sight of Mara waiting for me. She follows me out to the waiting cab and holds the door as I get in. Once I’m in, she taps the hood of the car and it pulls away from the curb. As the cab rolls down the street, I lean my head back on the seat and inhale, my emotions alternating between anger and humiliation.

Shit is going to be really awkward come Monday.

[mikami]

Death Note Audio Drama 04

Disc 4: Proof of Loyalty - a summary / partial translation

Prior translations / an explanation as to what the fuck this is.

The plot is still manga-close. This episode is honestly fairly boring, it’s full of homophobic jokes that nobody asked for. But hey, Misa is here now!

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We begin with a Sakura TV executive conference. Demegawa wants more features like the one about the witness protection victim in Australia. Demegawa suggests provoking Kira or the cops in order to get a story. The ‘moral standpoint’ does truly not concern him. Then a special delivery comes in.

It’s a letter from Kira.

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TITLE MUSIC

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An announcement for “Kira Speaks” on Sakura TV. It’s styled as a really dramatic advertisement, with echo features and all. 

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Sachiko visits Soichiro in the hospital.

SOICHIRO: You’re late, visiting hours are only until 8.

SACHIKO: The nurse is Emi, we went to college together. She looked the other way for a moment. 

SOICHIRO (laughs): My wife... The wife of a policeman....

SACHIKO (also laughs): Do you maybe want to arrest me, chief inspector?

Sachiko notices that Soichiro’s heart rate is no longer monitored. It’s because  he’ll get discharged tomorrow. Suddenly, Soichiro notices the TV transmission and turns the audio up.

Kira asks people to turn to other TV channels to see the people there dying, as proof of his identity. 

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L and the Task Force are also listening. L wants to stop the transmission. Ukita drives over to Sakura TV. Misa’s Kira II speech continues very similar to the manga.

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Soichiro gets up and leaves the hospital despite Sachiko protesting and telling him to let his team handle it. 

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Ukita arrives at Sakura TV. He threatens employees with a gun in order to get to the studio quickly. 

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Demegawa is THRILLED that someone with a gun is coming to the studio. He lets the security transmission of Ukita trying to get in play on a split screen with the Kira video. Ukita gets a heart attack before he can force his way into the room.

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L stops Aizawa from also going to the TV studio. The Task Force realize that Kira no longer needs a name.

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Sakura TV employees realize Ukita is dead. Demegawa goes on air.

DEMEGAWA: My name is Hitoshi Demegawa from Sakura TV. I apologize in the name of the program for the images you just had to witness. We’re not transmitting these news and these messages for any kind of awards or for viewer numbers, but for the good of the populace and to save innocent lives.

[He’s referring to Kira threatening their employees if they don’t send the tape. ]

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A phone ringing. 

SACHIKO (on the phone): Light? Light, are you awake?

LIGHT: Mom? What... What time is it?

SACHIKO: It’s about your dad. 

LIGHT: Dad? Is he okay?

SACHIKO: He just discharged himself from the hospital. 

LIGHT: Oh, uh, good. Are you two taking a cab?

SACHIKO: He lost his mind!

LIGHT: I get it.

SACHIKO: And he stole an ambulance!

LIGHT: He did what?!

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Soichiro crashes an ambulance into Sakura TV, as he does. 

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Back in the studio.

DEMEGAWA: What happened to the lights?

EMPLOYEE: Power outage. In the whole building. Someone took us out.

DEMEGAWA: Are we still on air?!

EMPLOYEE: I’d say... no. 

DEMEGAWA: Who is shutting off my power?! 

EMPLOYEE: Oh, someone with a light is coming.

DEMEGAWA: I don’t need a light, I need a transmission in HD!

SOICHIRO: You’ll need a hearse, if you don’t do what I say. Hands up!

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L and the Task Force want to turn the power off and need Kitamura to keep police away from the building. Soichiro calls.

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Soichiro informs L that he’s got the tapes. He’s escaped and Watari is going to pick him up by car.

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News transmission about Soichiro’s break-in. Demegawa is getting interviewed and repeats his ‘I didn’t do it for any awards’ spiel almost ad verbatim. People online, however, are commending Sakura TV and Demegawa. Demegawa also did a big donation for Ukita’s funeral.

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At Ukita’s funeral. L and Soichiro talk about whether or not Kira is watching the funeral. They assume no, because there is a lot of police surveillance. L is still not wearing any shoes. 

Soichiro informs L that forensics hasn’t found any hints on the tapes and envelopes. L weighs the options of whether or not they’ll say yes or no to cooperating with Kira. He decides they need to decline. 

L also points out that there are two Kiras now, based on the different victim patterns and powerset. L also assumes this Kira is younger than the other.

L wants to play the two Kiras against one another and decides to add Light to the task force for real.

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L calls Light to invite him to the Task Force. After this, Light and Ryuk watch Kira’s answer to the police refusal on TV. Light literally physically got popcorn for it.

On TV, Kira II demands to either kill L or Kitamura and that the police can choose who.

Light is pleased with Kira II so far, but also knows very much that there is risk inherent in their existence. He wants to stay careful.

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TV broadcast of the fake Kira I message that the Task Force made. Misa is listening, delighted that Kira answered. She immediately goes to record an answer video, remarking on how it’s close to Valentine’s day.

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Kira II tape, though not yet live broadcasted. This is the message in which she mentions the eyes and shinigami, as well as sends the fake diary. 

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The task force discusses the new tape. They wonder about the terms eyes and shinigami. Light meanwhile is hiding out in the toilet. (L: “Maybe that’s where he gets his good ideas.”)

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Light is FURIOUS at Kira II for mentioning the word shinigami on the tape for public TV. He’s in the bathroom to rant a little while letting water run for camouflage. 

RYUK: Come on, soldier. You have to get back in there.

LIGHT: Before they get suspicious?

RYUK: Before they think that you’ve got indigestion.

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They discuss the diary entry. Light discovers that it is a message about a meeting place. L then discovers that the Aoyama and the Tokyo Dome entries are about this year and not the year the diary is from. 

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Misa humming while getting ready. She wears Nr. 5 perfume. 

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They discuss how to look for a single person in a place as big as Aoyama. L analyses the speech of the second Kira. He suspects Kira II is a woman.

[Once more, I am largely guessing which task force man is which.... ]

MATSUDA?: The second Kira is... female?

L: I think so, yes. Listen. “Tried out JUMP yesterday. I liked it.”

MATSUDA: JUMP is a boy’s magazine.

L: That’s why she never read it before. “Dumbass Musume concert with the squad”...

MATSUDA: Dumbass Musume?

L: Exactly. Why would she be so negative towards a girl group?

MATSUDA: Because he’s a boy...?

SOICHIRO?: Because she’s a girl that rejects and looks down on mainstream.

MATSUDA: Still sounds like a boy to me.

L: Then this one. “Met the guy in the cafeteria. Not my type.”

MATSUDA: That proves nothing. Maybe he’s gay.

AIZAWA? (amused): So we’re looking for a gay serial killer?

MATSUDA: I’m just saying, this form of profiling is a little... heteronormative.

L: Your opinion about gay men isn’t exactly non-prejudiced either.

MATSUDA: Well, I’m not an expert of course.

L: You assume that a man who acts girly has to be homosexual...?

AIZAWA?: He’s not saying he’s walking around in dresses and high heels. He’s just saying some turns of phrase seem more like a girl.

MATSUDA: I can’t believe you’re all becoming holy knights of equality now. Just because I--

L: Gay men are also allowed to be criminals. 

Light hits the table and makes everyone focus again, agrees that Kira II sounds sooort of girly. He sums up that they’re looking for a longer girl who is trying to be social. Someone who is smarter than the people their age but nobody realizes. L says she tried to stick out before by being unconventional. Light jokes about being on the lookout for a punk girl or a gothic lolita. Light also assumes she’s a teen.

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MISA: Loves me... loves me not... loves me... loves me not....

Her train stop to get off is announced.

MISA: Oh! He loves me!

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The task force is hiding in a van in Aoyama for surveillance. They tell Aizawa to put his binoculars away as to not look like creeps. Light and Matsuda, the undercover agents for the day, come around.

SOMEONE: What the hell is Matsuda wearing?

MATSUDA: I’m just trying to fit in, okay?

LIGHT (laughs): Pride Parade is only in May.

MATSUDA: I am talking about Aoyama. The trends happen in this district, my friend. I’d only stick out with suit and sunglasses.

LIGHT: Just do whatever you want.

MATSUDA: And I will.

AIZAWA: Wait, I got it. Matsuda! I think your cover would work even better if the two of you held hands. Over.

MATSUDA (over the comm): I can’t understand. Please repeat.

SOICHIRO: Forget the order, Matsuda. Those two here had clowns for breakfast.

AIZAWA: Two queens couldn’t do it any better either. 

SOICHIRO: Focus, Aizawa. We’re looking for a killer. Keep the channel open.

L is watching from a roof. L orders the task force to split up and check the cafés. Rem and Ryuk are on the same roof as L, watching. L is cold. The shinigami suggest that he’s pretty sensitive, being able to feel their presence.

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Ryuk and Rem introduce themselves to each other and chat about ‘my boy’ and ‘my girl’ respectively. Both of them are very convinced their kiddo is going to be smarter in this situation. Rem is oddly tempted to throw L off the roof / or kill him in another way. Then Misa got Light’s name and leaves, so Rem leaves too.

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Misa bumps into Matsuda by accident.

MISA: Hey, watch where you’re walking!

MATSUDA: Oh, sorry.

MISA: ... cool T-shirt.

MATSUDA: Did you hear that? 

LIGHT: Hear what?

MATSUDA: I’m on eye level with the kids. Speak their language. ... uhm, I’m just saying. 

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Misa moons over how good Light looks to Rem. She looks him up on social media and finds herself impressed with his grades. (”Just the kind of guy I’d introduce to mom and dad..... if they weren’t dead, that is.”)

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The Task Force is faced with the fact that their investigation didn’t really do anything useful. Aizawa is pissed he had to work on his free day for this. However, Matsuda comes in with a new tape that Kira sent. The tape says Kira II found Kira and nothing else. That confirms Aoyama was the meeting point. L orders to cancel the baseball game in Tokyo Dome, so that the Kiras can’t meet at a second meeting point, since it isn’t confirmed yet if Kira II contacted Kira I.

They now decide to try and turn Kira II against Kira I by making him sound dangerous to her.

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Yagami household. Misa suddenly shows up and introduces herself as Light’s girlfriend to Sayu. Light also comes downstairs.

MISA: Darling. You never mentioned your sister is such a beauty.

LIGHT: No! No, I.... this sister?

Sachiko comes in and Light asks Misa up to his room, getting away from the crowded situation. 

SACHIKO: This came out of nowhere... 

SAYU: He kept her a secret from us.... 

SACHIKO: Look at those shoes. It’s a miracle she’s able to walk in those.

SAYU: I like her. She’s got style.

SACHIKO: You’re just saying this because she called you good-looking.

SAYU: Because a rational-thinking human being would never get that idea, right? 

SACHIKO: Oh Sayu. You know exactly what I mean.

SAYU: Of course! No wonder I turned out so meek and shy. 

SACHIKO: Don’t be so melodramatic, dear.

SAYU: My own mother thinks I’m ugly!

SACHIKO (laughs): I didn’t say that!

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Light and Misa are in his room. She explains how she found Light (”I saw you in Aoyama, with your strange buddy Matsuda. What was he supposed to be? A pirate or something?”).  They show each other their shinigami. 

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Sachiko is very displeased about Light bringing home such a girl and going up to his room with her to make out. She and Sayu chat about it briefly.

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Misa declares her motto is “Live fast, die young... slay all my enemies.” when she explains why she took the deal. 

Light and Misa’s “Make me your girlfriend” talk is fairly similar to the manga. 

Then Sachiko interrupts to throw Misa out (politely) and the episode ends.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

BTS Reaction: Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2 (alternate ending where they are ruined by the industry).

I’m just going to put a trigger warning here as there are mentions of Depression, Anxiety, eating disorders, & descriptions of abuse.

Namjoon

After your fight, Namjoon was miserable. He knew that he made a horrible mistake when he yelled at you but he just couldn’t help it. He was trying to protect you. He knew that this industry was going to absolutely destroy you and he couldn’t bare to see it happen to someone he cared about so deeply. He tried to reach out to you and ask how you were doing but he couldn’t get in contact with you. Your number had been changed and every one of your social media accounts had been deactivated. Namjoon knew it was whatever company you signed with making you do this and that just made him even more worried. He wasn’t going to give up on trying to find you though. He was searching your name on the internet, trying to find out which company you had signed with so he could talk to you.

By chance one day he noticed your name trending on twitter. He clicked on it and saw that you had debuted. Countless fans were praising you but Namjoon could see past the mask you put on. He saw the sparkle gone from your eyes, saw the dark circles hidden underneath the makeup, and could see how skinny you had gotten underneath the loose clothing you were wearing on stage. Now that he knew which company you worked for, he knew how to find you. He waited outside for you to finish practice. He was wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses to hide his identity but the second you heard him say your name you knew it was him. “Y/n?” Your moves were sluggish as you turned around and your eyes looked glazed over. “Joon?” You began to sway back and forth but Namjoon quickly ran over and caught you in his arms. “Y/n what did they do to you sweetheart?” You instantly broke down crying. “You were right Namjoon. I should have listened to you, but I was so dumb why didn’t I just quit being stubborn!” He soothingly ran his hand up and down your back. “Hey, shh it’s okay.” “No it’s not okay. I haven’t seen my family in a year or barely spoke with them. I can’t remember the last time I ate a full meal. I’m so fucking tired and hungry I can’t do this anymore.” “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I wish I could take away all this pain you’re feeling. Can I take you out to get something to eat? You can call your family from my phone since I am assuming your company either took or heavily monitors yours?” You nodded your head. “What if people see me Namjoon?” He pulls an extra hat and face mask out of his pocket and places them on you and lightly kisses your forehead. He reaches out his hand and you take it without hesitation. “I’m not leaving again y/n. I can’t let you go through this alone so just know whenever you need me I’ll be there. Okay?”

Jin

After you left his apartment Jin felt terrible for yelling at you. But he refused to reach out to you. He meant what he said. He couldn’t take seeing you be absolutely destroyed by the industry. Your sweet and caring personality was what made him fall for you, and to gradually see you lose your light was something he just couldn’t take. He often wondered how you were doing. Years had passed and he knew by now you should be getting ready to make your debut. However that day never came. He was watching for you, but he never heard any news. That alarmed him more than anything and he suddenly became so overwhelmed with his concern for you that he tried to reach out to you. He was met with an automated voice stating that the line had been disconnected. He tried to visit you at your apartment only to discover that you had moved out months ago. By now he was in a full-blown panic having convinced himself that you overworked yourself to the point of exhaustion and you were hospitalized or worse.

He spent so long trying to find what happened to you only to come up with nothing. Jin had all but given up hope of finding you. He was grabbing a coffee with Jimin when he noticed a familiar face behind the counter. “Jimin. Have I finally lost my mind or is that y/n in the back?” Jimin turned around and by the shock on his face Jin had all the answers he needed. He didn’t even care that people were staring at him at this point as he ran through the “Employees only” door and threw himself onto you. He tightly wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you tightly to his chest. At first you had no idea who this man approaching you was and you were ready to square up until you felt the familiar arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Jin?!” “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for yelling at you! For throwing you out of my apartment, for doubting you, for everything. God I thought you were dead or something I am so happy you’re okay! At least I think, you are okay right? Wait why are you working in a café and not up on stage singing and dancing your heart out what happened?!” “Jin, slow down one question at a time okay? I’ll take my break now and then we can talk.” You sat down with Jin and Jimin and told them everything. How you should have listened to Jin, how he was right about everything. The company you had signed with had basically manipulated you into a slave contract and you couldn’t deal with it anymore. So you acted out, broke all of their rules until they finally agreed to break your contract. However part of the contract stated that you had to pay back all of the debt you owed them, so they took your apartment, your car, your phone, everything. Jin was fuming. He was absolutely livid that you had been treated so horribly. “So what? No ‘I told you so’ no ‘You’re such an idiot why didn’t you listen to me?’” Jin’s expression turned into one of being offended. “Is that seriously what you think of me? Of course I am not going to say I told you so. I take no satisfaction in the fact that you were suffering.” He scooted out of the booth and sat next to you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “I am just so happy you are safe. That you are okay. I really thought the worst had happened to you. What are you going to do now?” “Well I think it’s safe to say I don’t want to be an idol anymore. You’re insane by the way to have put up with all of that shit Jin.” He let out a chuckle at your words. “Well whatever you decide to do just know I’m here for you okay? I want to do better, and support you now no matter what you decide to do with your life.” You looked up and smiled shyly at him. “I would like that very much Jin. Thank you..”

Yoongi

After you left Yoongi was beside himself. He spent weeks locked in his studio only coming out to eat and even that was only when one of the members came and practically dragged him out of there or forced him to eat while in the studio. He immersed himself in his work trying to forget about you. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t. He missed your laughed, your bright smile, holding your hand while you comforted him. He deeply regretted the words he said to you but he wasn’t going to apologize. He firmly believed that you didn’t fully understand what you were getting yourself into and he couldn’t stand the thought of you becoming an idol and losing yourself the way he did.

Yoongi knew you had made it big. But he also knew the price you had to pay for it. He saw after every performance you seemed to get skinnier, your collar bones becoming more prominent. He saw the dark circles under your eyes steadily getting worse. Tonight you were both at the same award show and when he looked at you and you looked back your eyes were dead. There was no happiness, the light you usually looked at him with was gone as you walked past him to your seat not saying a word. Yoongi became more worried about you as the night went on, you looked more and more exhausted and when you came up to collect your award for ROTY he could tell you were barely holding it together. He watched you anxiously as you were walking past him on the way back to your seat. All of a sudden he noticed you stop and you started to lean to one side. Yoongi immediately jumped up to run to you. Jungkook tried to hold him back warning him not to make a scene but he shoved him off and knelt down next to where you were passed out on the floor and immediately cradled you against him. You were unconscious and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his face. You weighed next to nothing and up close he could see just how fragile you had become. He never left your side, not caring about whatever repercussions came from Big Hit. He sat by your side in the hospital until you woke up a few days later. He had fallen asleep with his head face down onto your bed, hand still tightly gripping your own. “Yoongi?” When he heard your voice he immediately shot up and looked at you. “Glad to finally see you’re awake.” The second you heard his voice you started crying. “Yoongi I’m sorry.” He knew he shouldn’t be angry with you, but he was so worried about you and not knowing if you were ever going to wake up had caused him so much stress. “Why didn’t you listen to me? Goddammit I was trying to help you and prevent this very thing from happening but you didn’t listen to me and now look what happened. For fuck sake you were so overworked and malnourished you could have died! And for what? Some stupid dream that you just couldn’t give up for your own good.” When you started crying harder Yoongi felt even more awful for yelling at you. “Hey, angel I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. I shouldn’t be yelling at you when you just woke up what’s wrong with me.” “No Yoongi. You are absolutely right and I needed to hear it. I should have listened to you. You experienced everything first hand and I saw what you went through but I was too stubborn and proud to just listen to you and now look where it landed me.” “You’re not going back to that company.” “Yoongi I have a contract I don’t have a choice.” “No. This is bullshit. I’m talking to Big Hit to look over your contract and find anyway we can to get you out of it. I’m not going to just sit by and watch you suffer again. I’m sticking by your side from now on. I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”

Hoseok

Hoseok had meant what he said when he told you he was walking away and wouldn’t know if you had succeeded or failed. His heart hurt too much at just the mention of your name so he completely cut you out of his life. It had been years since he saw you last and he had gotten over you and moved on with his life. It just so happened that today you both had interviews with the same agency and when he saw you all of the feelings he had for you that he thought were gone had came rushing back to him. His emotional wall he had built up had crumbled just at the sight of you. You were just finishing up your interview and he could tell the industry had changed you. You sat in your seat, constantly fidgeting with your hands. Whenever you laughed or smiled it didn’t reach your eyes. He could tell you were so unhappy and uncomfortable and it absolutely broke his heart to see you having to wear the mask of someone that wasn’t you. When your interview was over he knew he had some time before his began with the other members. He walked around until he found you, and what a state you were in.

You were sat in one of the backrooms on the couch with your legs tucked up to your chest with your head in your hands just crying. Hoseok immediately came over to you and sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to try and comfort you. You looked up and were surprised to see him sitting next to you. “Hoseok? What are you doing here?” “You might be able to fool the cameras y/n but you can’t fool me. I saw how miserable you looked during that interview and I just couldn’t leave you alone. What happened?” You eyes immediately widened and he thought he could see something akin to fear behind your eyes. “Hoseok you can’t be here. If my managers see me talking to you they’ll..” “They’ll what? What are they doing to you?” You sighed, and Hoseok could tell the mask was back on as you tried to smile convincingly at him. “Nothing Hobi. They just won’t be very happy with me okay? That’s all. It was good seeing you again but I really should get going.” When you tried to stand up he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you back down to the couch. “You’re not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong. Remember? I’m your Hope. Whenever you’re feeling down I’ll be here to comfort you okay?” His intention was to make you smile, not burst into tears. It broke him to see how your bubbly personality was gone. “Y/n  please tell me what’s wrong?” “I can’t Hobi. I can’t tell you anything and I’m sorry. But I’m so depressed and anxious all the time now and I don’t know what to do. I have completely lost myself since becoming an idol and I hate it. I hate myself so much.” “Honey have you told someone about this?” “I told my manager but he doesn’t take me seriously and doesn’t care. He just brushed it off and told me to suck it up and get over it.” In all the time you’d known Hoseok you had never seen him angry but right now he was about to explode. When he saw the look in your eyes he instantly calmed down, remembering that making sure you were happy was his #1 priority. “I’m going to talk to some people at our company and see if I can find you someone to talk to. I don’t want you bottling up your feelings and thinking that they aren’t important when they are. It’s not healthy. Your depression is just going to get worse if you don’t get help. Give me your number so I can text you once I figure out a way to help you. You took his phone and entered in your contact. “Now give me your phone so I can do the same. If you don’t feel like you can talk to a stranger then I want you to at least feel like you can talk to me.” When he handed you back his phone you couldn’t help but genuinely smile at that fact that he put his contact name in as “Your Hope 🌞” “Thank you Hobi. I don’t deserve your kindness at all but it means so much to me to know that despite everything I still have you.”

Jimin

Jimin walked out the door and took your heart with him. You almost didn’t make it to your audition because you were so sad after he left and could barely get yourself out of bed. While you were getting ready in the morning you realized you wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong. That you could be an idol, that you would make it in the industry and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized his mistake. You nailed the audition. Quickly being signed and moving through your training period in just under 2 years. Jimin knew you both were set to play at the same award show and he was actually looking forward to watching you. He hadn’t listened to your music or watched any of your videos because it just made him sad. He really did love you and even though it had been years his feelings for you didn’t change.

When you walked out on stage he was immediately concerned for you. Have they always been that thin? No you hadn’t. But now Jimin could see your collar bones sticking out, your normally chubby cheeks that he loved to squeeze so much were sunken in. And when you were dancing and your shirt lifted up he could practically see your rib cage and hip bones. Jimin looked over at Jungkook and saw him wearing the same worried expression. “Hyung..” “I know Jungkook. I’m not leaving this place until I find y/n and make sure they are okay.” Jimin was distracted the whole night, messing up dance moves and barely speaking when they collected their awards because all he could think about was you. When he went back stage after the award show he saw a familiar face staring back at him and he immediately went over to you. You could see the worry in his features, the way his eyes brows scrunched together and he seemed to have a permanent frown on his face when he looked at you told you that he was going to be lecturing you and you weren’t having it. You tried to walk away but he quickly caught up to you and grabbed your hand to lead you to a quiet hallway where you two could talk. Jungkook stood end of the hallway to make sure you two wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Jimin what is this? We haven’t spoken to each other in 2 years why are you suddenly so concerned for me.” “Sweetheart you know why I am here right now don’t try to pretend like I don’t know what’s going on with you. When was the last time you ate?” “I don’t think that’s of any concern to you Jimin now let go of me I need to leave.” His gentle voice stopped you from putting up much of a fight. “Please. Just answer me.” You were quickly moved to tears as sobs wracked through you when you realized you didn’t know when the last time you ate was. “I-I don’t know Jimin I don’t remember.” Your legs gave out and you sat on the ground as Jimin held you in his lap, lightly placing kisses onto your forehead and cheeks. “What happened? Please talk to me. Or if you can’t talk to me at least let me find a therapist that can help you. I can’t watch you go through the same things I did please let me help you.” “I don’t know what happened Jimin. I used to be so confident in my looks but this industry destroyed me. Seeing all the comments about how my cheeks were fat, how I didn’t have a thigh gap, how you couldn’t see my collar bones because there was too much fat on my body. It did something to me having those thoughts drilled into my head on a daily basis and then having my management strictly controlling what I ate until the comments stopped pretty much made me believe that there was something wrong with me. I couldn’t risk gaining any weight back so I stopped eating. I may eat a proper meal once a week?” “Oh baby I’m so sorry. Don’t you know how dangerous that is? You’re going to end up in the hospital or worse.” “You know what the worst part is Jimin? I know all of that, but I don’t care. I look in the mirror and I still just see myself as being overweight.” Jimin tightens his grip on you as he hugs you even tighter to his chest.” “Y/n. Please don’t be upset with me for saying this but you need help. I can see almost every bone in your body and I feel like if I hug you too tightly I’m going to break you. Please talk to somebody. Promise me.” You were tired of fighting. You knew you couldn’t keep this up much longer. You had passed out more times in the past week then you could count. “Okay Jimin. I’ll talk to my manager and ask for help..” He smiles at you as he breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. And just know that I am going to be here for you every step of the way okay? You’re not alone in this.”  

Taehyung

When Taehyung tried to walk away from you, you didn’t let him. You immediately wrapped your arms back around his waist, promising that you would figure out a way to live your dream and continue seeing him. You two hadn’t went public with your relationship yet anyway, trying to find the right time to tell his fans but the opportunity never came up yet. Things went great for a while, until it was time for you to debut and your company told you not be seen out in public with Taehyung, concerned that the fact that you had a boyfriend would ruin the ‘bad girl/boy’ image your company was trying to create for you. When you told Taehyung this he was sad, but he agreed to continue seeing you in secret because he loved you and didn’t want to let you go.

It soon became harder and harder for him to deal with keeping your relationship a secret. He wanted to take you out on dates, take cute photos with you and show you off to the world. However every time he suggested it you immediately shut him down. When you came home one day and told him that you had to film your new video that you were going to be dancing on other guys, he drew the line. “Absolutely not. I am sick and tired of this whole ‘bad don’t give a shit’ image your company is trying to portray you as. It’s not you.” “I don’t have a choice Tae! They pretty much control my life and I have 0 say in this. I have to do what they tell me to do or they’ll drop me what part of that don’t you understand?” You were now yelling at him and he shrunk back away from you. “I think this whole image is starting to get to your head. You never yell at me and now you’re not only doing that but you’re also just being mean.” “Well you aren’t listening to me Taehyung! You need to quit living in some fantasy world where we can just be like a normal couple we were never going to have that and you knew it from the start.” “We can fix this easily if you just stop listening to your company and go public with our relationship. If people see how soft you really are then they won’t have a choice but to go a different direction with you.” “Yeah or they’ll drop me. Taehyung you’re really asking me to give up on my dream for you.. and I don’t think I can do that.” He just stared at you, his expression unreadable. “You know what I was right. Becoming an idol did ruin you. A few years ago you would have given up anything to make this relationship work between us but now you don’t even care. You’re not the same person I fell in love with.” You started to panic when you saw Taehyung collecting his things and opening the front door to leave. “Wait Tae please I didn’t mean that.” “Yes you did. And that’s what hurts me the most. I’m sorry but I can’t be with you right now when you’re like this. When you finally realize what’s most important to you call me. Goodbye y/n.”

Jungkook

You and Jungkook had left each other on okay terms. You both understood why the other had to leave and there weren’t any hard feelings between you two. He would still occasionally send you words of encouragement about how well you were doing and how proud he was of you. He had quickly apologized for doubting you when he saw how amazing you were doing on your own. You had forgiven him and always responded back with words of appreciation whenever he praised you but you both kept a comfortable distance from one another, not wanting to bring back any old feelings that may arise between you two. After your comeback showcase he had sent you a message telling you how amazing you did and asking if he could see you because he missed you. But this time you didn’t respond. He was a little worried and asked you if you were okay but he received no response again. He went days without hearing from you and he became more and more anxious as time went on. He checked your social media and saw that you were still active on there. Your most recent post stating that you would be cancelling your upcoming activities due to being sick. He felt relieved that you seemed to be okay, and were just feeling under the weather. It was a week later when he heard knocking on his door so soft he would have missed it if he wasn’t sat down quietly reading. He checked the security feed and saw a small figure standing outside of his door with a beanie, glasses, and mask covering the bottom half of their face. He immediately became suspicious that some sasaeng had somehow found out his address and he was getting ready to call the police until he saw you hold a piece of paper up to the camera that said “it’s me Kookie, y/n.” He dropped his book on the ground and immediately opened the door and pulled you inside.

He watched you take your beanie and glasses off but you refused to take the face mask off. “Y/n what are you hiding from me? Let me see your face.” He reached towards you to take it off and tried to ignore the way you flinched when you saw his arm reached out towards you. He slipped the mask off of your ears and immediately felt so much anger coursing through his body that he almost punched the wall. You had a bruise blossoming on your cheek. “Who hit you?” You said nothing and just dipped your head, causing your hair to hide your face. He gently places his finger under your chin and made you look into his eyes. “Baby. I need you to tell me who did this to you so I can go to their house and beat the shit out of them. Now, which fucker did this to you?” You instantly started crying and wrapped your arms around his waist as you cried into him. He tangled his fingers in your hair and held you tightly to his chest. He could hear your muffled voice but he couldn’t tell what you were saying. “What was that baby?” You lifted your head away from him. “It was my manager Jungkook.” “Excuse me? What the fuck? I’m going to kill that asshole.” Your grip on him tightened. “No Kookie please if you show up there it’s just going to make things worse.” “What happened?” “He saw your messages and thought I was secretly seeing you. He demanded I stop talking to you and I told him no, that he didn’t control my life. He got mad and called me ungrateful and told me to quit being selfish. I lost my temper and yelled back and then he just hit me. He took my phone to make sure I couldn’t contact you anymore.” Jungkook’s jaw clenched so tight you that he was going to break his teeth. “You’re not going back there.” “I don’t have a choice Jungkook.” “Yes you do. You’re being abused and that’s not okay. You’re not going back there. I’m going to contact Big Hit’s legal team and we are getting you out of your contract.” “I have nowhere to go Jungkook.” “Yes you do. You’re going to stay here with me.” “I have no clothes, I don’t have my phone. I don’t have anything here you can’t just declare I’m moving in with you when I have nothing. I’m not going to be a freeloader.” Jungkook looks at you, almost pleading. He looks at you with his big eyes begging for you to listen to him. “Y/n please. Let me help you. Let me take care of you. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I let you walk out of here and have something else happen to you.” You sighed heavily. You couldn’t say no to him when he looked at you like that. “Okay Kookie. I trust you more than anything so I’ll stay here with you.” He smiles and kisses your cheek. “I promise no one is going to touch you again.”

[theauthoressdefiant]

here’s why you should support kim sori and stream her new comeback

hey all, i don’t much make my own posts on tumblr, but to me, this is important. Kim Sori is a Korean soloist who just made her third comeback with I Am Not Alone, an EDM-style track with powerful vocals and contemporary choreography. Sori first debuted in the duo cocosori, and then in the project group real girls project. she also participated in the competition show mixnine, along with LOONA’s Heejin and Hyunjin, as well as ITZY’s Ryujin, making it to the final girl group. now, she has a solo career. she also has a youtube channel where she posts vlogs, hauls, and much more.

Sori has faced a lot of hardship in her career. when she auditioned for mixnine, she trended because YG said she was too old to be an idol. she proved him wrong and made it into the final girl group, which sadly did not win or debut. 

more hardship came with issues in her duo, cocosori. Coco felt that the their company, MOLE entertainment, was not treating them equally. this was odd to hear, because MOLE let Coco have a youtube channel and solo debut before Sori. Coco said a lot of harmful things about Sori and MOLE, causing cocosori to disband. MOLE has said they will take legal action against Coco.

most of the issues come from MOLE being a small company. they have very few successful artists, and thus have trouble funding comebacks. both sori’s comebacks, I’m Ready and I Am Not Alone, have been funded by fans through Kickstarter, MakeStar, and Patreon. 

Sori’s fans, called Sweetnotes, have fallen for Sori’s genuine personality, charm, and talent. She cares dearly for her fans, often hosting meetups when she’s overseas, and writing thank-you cards for donors. she has been moved to tears over our support, and feels she does not deserve it. Even after the outpouring of support over her recent comeback, she says this will probably be her last comeback. she apologizes for having a small budget and not being very talented, even though she obviously works hard and has improved a lot. she made this video thanking fans that has a lot of Sweetnotes worried that she’s not going to make a comeback.

her most recent comeback, I Am Not Alone, tells her story of how she has always felt hopeless, with lyrics like, “Am I too late?” and “The world is full of regrets and disappointments.” but ultimately says that she is not alone, and neither are we. It is an inspiring message for what could be her last comeback. The song is EDM-inspired and has a contemporary dance choreographed by Choi Hyojin from 1MILLION Dance Studio!

I’m rather sure Sori will end her music career unless things start to look up. Sweetnotes are working hard to stream the music video and plan to vote for her on music shows, but there aren’t many of us. we are hoping Sori can gain more fans this comeback and maybe get a first win--honestly, even ranking low on a music show would mean a lot, as would getting invited to do a variety show. this is where you come in. Please listen to Sori’s new song, I Am Not Alone. It is available on Youtube, Spotify, iTunes, and Melon. If you like it, please leave a comment of support. You can also follow her social media, like her Youtube Channel, personal Instagram, professional Instagram, and Twitter.

[thepowerofmybeing]

Hottest Trends for 2019

Loads of articles out there in the World Wide Web, some of them I really think we should not leave unnoticed.

Huge development in technology/ car industry field with self driving cars allowed on the roads. It still sounds a bit scary imagining there will be robots taking us down the road and we will just sit in the car waiting to arrive at our destination, reading morning newspaper, playing with kids in the back seat or just polishing our nails. In a way, it sounds sad, non personal, inhumane, but, if you really think how luxurious it will be and how much could be done while the car takes you where you need to, all the arguments are pro robot driving! If it will turn out to be super safe, I’ll be in the line to get one ;-)  “ This cycle has restarted, and the term “driverless car” will soon seem as anachronistic as “horseless carriage.” We don’t know how cars that don’t need human chauffeurs will mold society, but we can be sure a similar gear shift is on the way”  https://www.wired.com/story/guide-self-driving-cars/

If I was a small entrepreneur, I’d read this article:  https://www.metrilo.com/blog/ecommerce-trends-niche-products. I found this information very enticing and up to date. So happy that fast fashion, fast food and fast everything is slowly being replaced by more valued items that would last longer. I am a strong believer in quality and would be so happy to see more exclusive products on shelves of all free standing and e-commerce shops. It would save so much for our planet Earth - Chinese women being locked to their sewing machines doing slave work for the likes of Primark, plastic thrown in oceans and killing wildlife, children playing with hundreds of useless plastic items filled with toxic substances, us all wearing dresses with unfinished seams made of suspicious inflammable materials, us eating food that is not really worthy of being called food - all the danger to our future and our children’s well being. Less is more concept needs to take place in order for this World to not come to an end...Healthy boxed lunches, reusable food wrap, buying for life items, eco friendly lady products, custom cosmetics and apparel, crafted, handmade, novelty and specialty, these are words of new, personalized and original man and woman. And I need the smart backpack (this item is on all trending product lists of 2019) as we all have discovered how amazing it is to travel and see more in life! 

How about Social Media trends in 2019? Well, just like most of the trends, these also become more personalized and more “machine involved” at the same time. https://www.inc.com/john-hall/7-social-media-trends-brands-need-to-know-to-prepare-for-2019.html So, while the CEO of any large company should get on Instagram and tell his audience who he really is, what he eats for breakfast and how he spends his free time, while each social media user and influencer should become the apple of every company’s eye and receive custom attention and care, Chatbots will take care of more and more business conversations and interactions. Its funny how this World is becoming more geared towards individual approach and more robotic at the same time. So while we will be sitting in a car driven by a robot, chatting on the phone with a robot, we will wear more sustainable clothing and eat more healthy food just so we can stay alive longer to interact more with robots and phones ;-) haha, this makes sense! But, to be honest, hopefully this shows an intentional, more purposeful shift towards human intelligence. Robots and computer development is a good thing if used for the principle of our own education and improvement, if the time spent with a robot doesn’t take us away from our families and loved ones and if it makes us brighter and greater.

This post is never going to end? Yep, you guessed it! I am just so amazed from researching this subject! It is so interesting - investigating and predicting, understanding the “whys” of the upcoming year, evaluating customer behavior change and the company reaction to the always changing consumer needs. Here is an article from Forbes about customer experience trends in 2019, how companies are always going above and beyond all customer expectations, how some are succeeding and some - not. “Continually re-evaluating processes, products and business models is what keeps companies alive and successful in the ever-changing minds of customers.” We have to stay on demand or the ship will sink, we have to be flexible to adjust to the needs and changes, we have to sustain the connection with our customer and do it in a way that amazes, pleases and keeps them coming back for more. This is a very good article about change, expectations and staying popular with your buyer. Digitalization here is mentioned as an aid - helpful and useful tool - which does not replace human presence, but improves the overall experience, saves time for both sides and improves the quality of information for both - the assistants and the consumers. ‘When machines control the mundane tasks, humans have more time to dedicate to the uniquely human tasks, like strategy, creativity, innovation, problem solving, connecting with customers and developing a strong customer experience.’- https://www.forbes.com/sites/blakemorgan/2018/12/05/five-trends-shaping-the-future-of-customer-experience-in-2019/#44e4d61c7bb6

And last, but, most certainly, not least - fashion news for 2019. Haute Couture and Mode can not be forgotten or let out as this is our everyday expression, our individual approach to showcasing who we are and as Elle puts it: ‘The question of how designers envision women, what a woman wears and the image she projects has become a political hot potato. The big takeaway from the season? To value those visions that really are attuned to reflecting our truth in some way so that we can do us.” I LOVE this sentence! Yes! We celebrate and showcase US! We move away from sweatpants and hoodies, leave our athleisure-wear in the drawers and replace it with ruffles, silky materials and bubble skirts. We put couture dressmaking and craft skills in front shelves just like craft drinks and personalized socks (reference from previous article about niche products). We add small puoches and large pockets on all our clothing items, we purchase a stylish backpack to make a statement and prove to all that we are worldly travelers. We add some hippy charm and burst of 60′s color into our wardrobe to celebrate all our beloved icons from the past. Hell, we even put on shoes with square toes (not sure I’ll get into this trend...). But, hey, we do not have to do it all, we can just borrow a few ideas and tips from each trend, we can just use it as a reference when we look for a new outfit in 2019. After all, this should not be difficult, as we just have to stay true to ourselves - the motto of my page here. Don’t be who you are not in 2019! It is my wish to all of you and my personal New Years resolution! May you be happy in your own skin! Cheers!

[deans-baby-momma]

The Padackles Link-Chapter 44

A/N: Wanted to give a quick shout out to my best friend, Maddie  ( @xxdragonagequeenxx ). If it wasn’t for her letting me bounce ideas off her, this story wouldn’t have been written.

The internet exploded after Dani's comment and within 10 minutes Jensen was trending, whatever that meant. In another 15 minutes,  Jensen's publicist was on the phone. I tuned it all out and just focused all my energy and attention toward my son, the truly innocent party in this whole ordeal.

I could hear Jensen in the other room, just the sound of his voice, the tone, put me on edge. What would the people in his life, his publicist, his bosses, his co-workers, his friends and family on set and off say? Would they be understanding or would people disapprove of it all? Loathe my existence and in doing so, condemn my child? That pissed me off the most!

Jensen walked back into the room as I went about feeding Jackson. I just sat there, awaiting the fallout. “Well Kelly said this is the shitstorm of all shitstorms,” he said, plopping down in the chair across from me. “Said Dee should've kept her mouth shut but what's done is done. She's gonna try to get control of the situation, try to do some damage control, get things back to our side.”

“Our side?”I questioned. “Do we even have a side? I mean, everything they have said is true. We not only had a baby out of wedlock, which I know nowadays is no big deal but you're still married Jay! Maybe we should've just kept quiet and let people make their own assumptions over the pictures yesterday.”

“Well, excuse me-” Jensen spat as he stood from the chair. “-for being proud of my son! To want to tell the world about him. You agreed to it.”

I was in shock, never had I ever heard Jensen raise his voice before. Not even to Dani when they discussed JJ or her care; not when JJ was sick and Dani refused to let Jensen have her for the weekend, did he shout at her like he just had at me. I felt the tears burning my eyelids and I willed them to stay hidden. I wasn't going to let him see how much his outburst affected me.

I held Jackson to my breast, covering his head with my free hand. “Could you please not shout near him?” I asked, hoping to keep my own tone of voice neutral and not let on how upset I was, realizing I failed when my voice wavered. I looked away from Jensen but still caught a glimpse of his contrite expression.

“Baby I’m sorry,” he said in a more normal tone. “With all this crap Dani has decided to start and then you saying we should’ve waited, I just let my emotions take over. I’m so fucking proud of you and him and I want the world to know. I should’ve known she’d do something like this though.” He joined me on the sofa, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and using the other the rub Jackson’s back. “I’m sorry little man. Daddy shouldn’t have yelled.”

A few days after Jackson’s birth and Jensen’s Instagram announcement, life was slowly getting back to normal. Well, the new normal with a newborn in the house. I was sleep deprived, hadn’t bathed in days and I was sure my hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days. Wait, had I brushed my hair lately? I couldn’t even remember. Jensen was back in Vancouver finishing up filming for the season. He had only gotten a couple days reprieve for Jackson’s birth before having to fly back, leaving me to do it all. I wasn’t going to complain though, I knew this is what I had signed up for when I decided to have a relationship with an actor and have a child with him. Kelly, Jensen’s publicist had  done her best to get everything under control but I was still receiving threats and hatred through his social media. This is one instance that I was glad I didn't have any online accounts; the only way I knew about the animosity was through Kelly and then Jensen telling me to ignore it like he was. Which wasn't hard unless one of the many talk shows would mention it. I eventually went back to keeping the television turned off.

Jackson was down for his late morning nap when the phone rang; Gen's name popping up on the caller id. “Hey! I thought you could use some adult conversation,  I know I could!” she said after I answered.

“God yes,”I sighed. “I haven't talk to another adult since mine and Jay's Skype call yesterday. How have you been? How're the boys?”

“Rambunctious,” Gen laughed. “But I wouldn't’ have them any other way. They’re actually the reason I’m calling. Tom keeps asking to see Jackson. I showed him the pictures you sent me but he says he wants to see him in person.”

“Well yea, he is adorable in pictures but even more in person,” I laughed. “What are you all doing tomorrow? We’ll come by. Jackson needs to meet his best friends anyway.”

Gen and I planned for Jackson and I to come by their home after his morning nap and quickly hung up.  I was happy to be able to get out and have adult interactions. I love my son but Momma needs to have conversations with someone who does more than gurgle and spit. That night when Jensen video-called I told him of our plans and he was hesitant at first until I told him I needed to get out of the house. He talked to Jackson while I was holding him in front of the computer; we didn’t want to take the chance that his son wouldn’t recognize the sound of his own father’s voice. I had done it for him and Dani with JJ when they were both off working on set.

Seeing Tom and Shep take to Jackson like he was just another part of the family warmed my heart. But I guess Jackson was a part of their family; Jared and Jensen had acted alongside one another for 10 years, had both grown up and gotten married, had kids. They had their own little mismatched, ragtag family and Jackson was part of it. As soon as the door had opened after I knocked, Tom was begging to see Jackson. I had him in his carrier with a thin blanket draped over him so Tom couldn’t lay eyes on him yet. Jackson sat there in his carrier taking it all in, from the little boys in his face to the brown haired woman cooing over him. Tom and Shep took turns playing peek-a-boo with my son, each covering his head up with the blanket and jerking it away making Jackson laugh. Tom had helped me change Jackson’s diaper, saying he was an expert since helping change Shep’s; Shep fed, with my assistance of course, Jackson and when it was time to burp him and put him down for his nap, both boys scurried off to play in their room. Gen insists on holding Jackson while he naps, feigning baby fever. She goes on to tell me how she would love to have another little one once Shep is out of diapers officially.

“God, Drea! Holding him makes me want another one so bad.”

“So have another.”

“If only it were that easy,” she says and sighs as she kissed Jackson on the forehead.

“Genevieve Padalecki, did you just sniff my son?” I asked, shocked but laughing.

“Yes, I love that baby smell. It’s not the lotion or the baby wash but something about a baby smell is so soothing to me,” she laughed, making sure not to wake him.

“So, why can’t you have another? Jared not want anymore?” I asked not really thinking that was the reason. Jared seemed to love kids and sometimes act like he is more on their level than an actual adult.

“No uh,” she pauses for a minute and I wait for her to continue. “After Shep, there were some complications and well I don’t have the parts anymore to be able to bear children,” she tells me. I hear her voice crack and see the tears in her eyes.

“Oh Gen. I’m so sorry.” I say, not really knowing what to say.  To know that the choice whether to have more children or not was taken away breaks my heart for my friend.

Jensen’s POV

At the end of the week after filming, instead of coming back home to Texas, Jared and I are headed to Chicago for a convention. Neither of us were prepared for the chaos that would go down. At the Sunday panel a fan approached the microphone and we both welcomed her to the convention and asked if she was having a good time. “Uh, yea I am,” she answered. “My question is for Jensen.”

“Ok. I’m sure I can have an answer for you. Ask away!” I tell her and join Jared in chuckling as I await the woman’s query. “So, we’ve all seen your Instagram post a few weeks ago. Congratulations on your son!” At this, I smile and nod at her. “Thank you darling.” But my smile soon changes to anger when the woman continues. “So I was just wondering...how could you do it? How could you cheat on Danneel and be so happy that you had a child from that affair?” An audible gasp is heard throughout the auditorium and I can tell by the way the convention volunteers are scrambling around, trying to reach the woman at the microphone that her question wasn’t a con-approved one. The volunteer closest to that side of the stage taps the woman on the shoulder and motions for her to head toward the exit. The fan who asked the question looks up at the stage and at me like she is awaiting her answer so I take a breath and bring the mic up to my lips.

"I'll answer it one time and one time only." I hold up my index finger and look out over the crowd. "Yes, I have a newborn son. No, the mother isn't Dee. This might be all new information to you all and makes it look as if I am in the wrong. But let me just clarify, Dee and I were split up for months, MONTHS, before my son was conceived. Yes we kept the split private because there is a young child, our daughter JJ, to think of. I still get to spend time with her even though the break up wasn't exactly amicable but that's neither here nor there. I am proud of both of my kids and I love them both very much. I will always be there for them. The woman I'm with now is wonderful and I don't want anyone bashing her for something she didn't do," I paused to take a breath. Jared patted me on the shoulder as a show of solidarity.  "You're going to hear, probably from Dani that she was wronged, but that isn't the case. So before any of you go saying anything bad or taking her side just stop and think about it. You wouldn't want people bashing your family, would you?" After answering the questions I prayed that everyone else had the dignity to let the subject rest. I was saying no more about it and if it were brought up again I might just have to leave the panel. I wasn’t going to let these fans, these people who supposedly love us so much, ruin a good thing. And Jackson and Drea was a good thing. At the end of the panel after the last question, Jared and I finished it off with our signature fist bump and walked backstage. I grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, downing half of it in one gulp. Jared joined me at the table and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay, dude?” he asked me in his caring way.

“Yea,” I answered. “I mean I should’ve seen it coming. With all the shit Dee’s been posting online, I should’ve realized some fans would take her side.”

I was glad this was the last panel of the day and all I had left to do was an hour of autos and an hour of photo ops then we could head home to our families.

END JENSEN’S POV

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