#i chose this guy cause he most closely matched the mental image in my head and also he looks like jerma

[ghostb0o]

I've discovered photobashing as a means to reference complex poses or weird angles while drawing and it's sooo useful

but the real gift is realizing you've created an crazy image like this

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH37

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

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

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

- Word Count: 2,655

- Author Note: Gukie is my soft baby :(( sorry baby<3

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Chapter 37

The next morning, like routine, the boys will be having their practice at the company. Yoongi’s absence was noted by the members and they assumed he pulled an all-nighter like he usually did during promotional month. That was the only legit answers to his absence. Jin on the other hand was extremely upset that the rapper didn’t get back home last night and chose to sleep in his studio instead. He seemed to ignore the rule that has been set by Jin, which annoyed the older guy.

Meanwhile, Seul spent her night there, cuddling with Yoongi on the couch until they fall asleep. The good thing about yesterday was she finally found a way to reopen her old wound and agreed to heal it with Yoongi’s help.

“Tae hyung, I don’t think Yoongi hyung will be happy to see you breaking into his studio” the maknae bit his lower lips nervously, watching Taehyung entering the passcode to Yoongi’s studio.  

The latter only shook his head with his signature boxy grin “Hyung and I are best friend now, so don’t worry. We will only peek okay?” he noted earning dissatisfied grunt from Jungkook.

“Hyung how did you even know the password to his studio? No one has access to it after the robbery incident” the young man blinked in bafflement trying to make sense out of this.

“Yoongi hyung gave it to me a month ago when he needed my help to find his missing demos, so I kinda memorised it even though he told me to wipe it off completely from my memory” his lips broke into an innocent smile.

“Hyung! That is an invasion of privacy. You should not be memorising the passcode! We are not doing this” he swatted Taehyung hand, pulling it away from touching the door again.

Pouting in protest, Taehyung shot the young man a meaningful glare “Arent you curious whether hyung is with someone inside?”

“Like who?”

“A nice young lady or it could be a nice young man!” grinning like an idiot, he attempted to poison Jungkook’s innocent mind with his weird imagination.

“That doesn’t sound Yoongi hyung. He likes Seul” Jungkook cringed at the idea of catching the older guy with some random strangers.

“It could be Seul, Jeon”

“What?” he looked at Taehyung in sheer horror. It could be possible if there’s Seul beyond that door with Yoongi, however why on earth they spent their night together alone here? Jungkook shrugged off the thought refused to get sway by a mere assumption from Taehyung.

Jungkook’s reluctance to pull the prank on Yoongi annoyed him, “Like I said, it could be Seul. Man, do you think Yoongi hyung would just sit down and wait for Seul to give her answers? You gotta do something if you want to win the girl” he teased.

Pressing his lips together, Jungkook sighed deeply digesting Taehyung’s words in his head. Nothing is impossible as they already agreed on winning Seul’s heart, it was really up to them when it came to their ways to be with Seul. They had been busy with their comeback this month making it hard for him to get in touch with Seul though as much as he wanted to run to her workplace and bring her out for a date. His time was limited.

“Do you want to do it or not?” Taehyung’s deep voice brought him out of his trance. Jungkook nodded slowly, unsure whether it was right to invade Yoongi’s personal space. Cheering like a hyper kid, Taehyung entered the passcode one more time and the door clicked open.

He placed his slender fingers over his lips signalling Jungkook to keep his voice low before pushing the door slightly and poked his head halfway inside. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on Yoongi’s leather sofa right beside the entrance. It was a clear image of Seul and Yoongi under the blanket, holding onto each other leaving them only a small space to move.

Gawking at the sight before him, he rubbed his eyes while putting a little pressure on it. He never thought that his joke with Jungkook few minutes ago came into reality.

“Gukie, it is Seul..Oh my god”

“Seul?” the maknae was getting impatient, and he decided to have a look after a long battle with his own conscience.

His eyes enlarged watching the two familiar figures in their deep slumber. Just when he thought everything would be alright to see Seul with one of the members one day, Jungkook couldn’t help but to feel the pain. His heart stung with the ache of rejection.

Undeniably, Yoongi and Seul looked good together as if they are match made from heaven. That was the thing that he feared the most, to get hurt by his first love. However, it was only logical if his life turned out to be this way. It is life. It takes one to have his heart crush into million pieces first before they find their true love.

Seul is his first love. In all honesty, Jungkook didn’t put much expectation on this love that he had for Seul. He’s mentally ready to face the worst pain in his life. It was a matter of time to realize that Seul wouldn’t be his.

Jungkook clenched his fist, fighting with his own tears. He couldn’t be upset over this, it might be cruel but nothing he could do to change the fact that Seul was in love with Min Yoongi.

A pair of small hand grabbing his wrist diverting Jungkook’s attention to the owner. “Stop before you hurt yourself even more” said the blonde guy with a frown evident on his forehead.

Jungkook looked down bellowing the frustration inside him, feeling his whole body limped in process “I am sorry Jungkook. I didn’t mean to- Damn it. If I knew Seul is really inside I won’t trick you to-“ “It is not your fault hyung. I can handle it at least it will hurt less when she tells me the truth later on” he smiled bitterly.

Taehyung straightened up, closing the door to Yoongi’s studio carefully as he felt Jimin’s hard gaze was on him. The small guy seemed to be very disappointed with Taehyung even though he didn’t mean to cause any harm to Jungkook.

“It is not the end of the world Kkuk-ah. You have us. In fact, you and Seul can remain friends. A good friend. I know how much you admire her and look up to her, being in love is not a mistake. Your feelings are real and pure, never ever compare yourself with Yoongi hyung.” Jimin patted his back, leading the heartbroken guy to their practice room. As though Jimin could read his mind, Jungkook sighed sadly swallowing the lumps on his throat.

Trailing the two from behind was Taehyung, he felt deeply guilty for becoming the reason of Jungkook’s bad day. How could he do that to his own bandmates?

“We will talk about this later. For now, get your head in the practice. We don’t want to mess it up” he whispered lowly, leaving the sullen boy alone at the corner and make his way to Hoseok and Namjoon.

Gathering his sense together, Jungkook assured himself that everything would be alright, and he only needed to hear the answer from Seul to help him easing this pain in him. Yes, he will act normally and pretend everything is fine.

‘Whatever happen, Yoongi hyung is my brother and Seul is my friend. Do not loathe them’ Jungkook expelled a long sigh.

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“Sit here mom. Let me take care of the bills so we can go” Seul helped her mother to sit down in the waiting area before she went to the counter to settle the hospital bills. Mrs Hwang rested her back against the seat, wincing softly due to the pain from earlier therapy session.

It was her routine to visit the hospital at least twice a week, but it didn’t make it easier for her to handle the pain. Each day the pain from the session was unbearable for her weak body to comprehend. Seeing how her children stayed by her side throughout the session, at least it gave her the strength to endure it a bit.

“Hwang Jihyun” as she heard her name being summoned, Mrs Hwang looked up searching for the voice. “Hwang Jihyun, am I right?” her eyes scrutinized the familiar face with uneasy heart.

She looked directly at him, frozen in shock and disbelief “I am right. It is you. Nice to see you again Jihyun” her eyes were wide opened in recognition. Mrs Hwang remained silent in her seat as she scanned the hallway to find any sign of Seul coming.

There’s no way she would let Seul meet him. He’s as wicked as Lee Wonsuk.

“I am sorry, you got the wrong person” she stood up hoping to escape from this heavy atmosphere. She couldn’t risk being seen with him by Seul. Not like this.

“I get the exact person that I am looking for, it is about time”

“W-hat” she responded, feeling a panicky jump in her stomach. She moved her arms from his grip, taking few steps back until she was sure there were a huge gap between them. His clothing was dishevelled, and this image petrified her. What if he was drunk as hell and did something extraordinary?

“I don’t know you are that scared of me. Good” he marked followed by his disgusting smile.

“What do you want? We don’t have anything to talk about” Mrs Hwang gave him a cold shoulder not letting his presence destroyed the wall that she built all these years.

“Really? So, let’s talk about your daughter or more accurately, our daughter”

Her breath hitched “She is not your daughter, do not claim her as yours. You are not his father” scowling in anger, she gathered her strength to fight this evil man without backing away. She wouldn’t let anyone take Seul away from her, not to the man who destroyed her life years ago.

“Persistent. I heard it from Wonsuk. You really hate the idea of having me or Wonsuk as your daughter’s father, aren’t you? Well, we can’t do anything about that” he smirked.

“She is my daughter, I will hold onto the fact that she is my husband’s daughter. Now, please excuse me, this talk is over” she was about as his presence was suffocating her.

He grabbed her arms once again this time tighter to keep her still “If she is your ex-husband’s daughter, he would not sell her off to me just to be free from his own mistake” she snapped.

“Wha-t? What the hell are you saying now?”

“Surprise? Oh, I bet he forgot to mention that he sealed a deal with me. Too bad, that nephew of mine, hurm.. that stupid rascal helped your daughter to escape. He even helped your family to hide. In all honesty, it was beautiful. I should have get rid of him” his face darkened recalling the awful memories which made him lose his mind over their disappearance.

She gasped and did a double take, to reconfirm whether what she heard a minute ago was the truth. Staring in horror and confusion, the older woman clutched onto her chest feeling the pang of guilt “Son of a bitch! Look, what have you done to her?! You, dirty old man!” her angry voice echoing across the hall.

He laughed half-heartedly “When I took her in I had no idea that she could be my daughter until, I discovered the truth about your marriage. If and only I found out about it sooner, she could be useful now for my business. Again, that idiot rascal. I can’t do anything to him now, since he is a renowned celebrity. Just too bad” the heartless hissed.

“Don’t you ever dare do anything to him. Stay away from my family and Hyunbin, or I will expose you”

“Touche. I can feel the special bond that you have with him. That is beautiful. I assume that you are still in contact with him. That ungrateful bastard..Hurm..I won’t touch him if you agree to return Seul to me” he proposed.

“NO! DON’T YOU EVER TRY TO INVOLVE SEUL IN THIS. Like I said, she is not your daughter, stop drawing your own conclusion” Mrs Hwang was clearly angered by his rude proposition. There’s no way she would give in this time.

“I am not convinced that she isn’t mine. Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me? Do you think she is Wonsuk’s? That asshole, he was not doing it properly and was a real mess that night. What makes you think that the child is his?”

Her mind froze momentarily, it numbed her system. That night was hazy even for her to recall the memories back, she couldn’t actually get the clear idea what happened to her. She was unconscious whole night only to see herself without any clothes the next morning.

Frustrated, she looked at him in the eyes “Whatever happen that night, it will stay that way. I will not let you ruin my family after what you’ve done to me. Seul, Ji Seul, she will only be my daughter not yours, not Wonsuk, not even my husband. I gave birth to her and I raised her with love. Do not come near to my family or Hyunbin. I will ruin you, I swear” she warned sternly with a hint of disgust and resentment towards the man.

“Mom..” her eyes searched for Seul’s voice and it broke her heart to see the girl whom already had tears staining her rosy cheeks, standing stiffly not far from them looking confused as ever.

“Seul-ah…” she dragged her pained body to her daughter, holding the girl by arms with a worried look. “Is it true? That.. he is my father.. The man who bought me from dad?” she was shaking uncontrollably, whilst bellowing the resentment in her.

Mr Kwon looked at their way watching how the drama unfold in front of him. He never cared of Seul’s wellbeing. Her existence was insignificant to him until he realized the benefits she could get from his alleged daughter if he kept her by his side.

“No. He is not, don’t let him fool you. I won’t acknowledge his existence” she said in between her tears, holding onto her daughter’s hand tight.

“He is the other man, right? The one who assaulted you.. I cant believe this…” she wasn’t only losing her words when she heard the news but as well as her mind. This whole situation was so fucked up.  She had a long history with this old man who supposed to be his biological father, and she couldn’t fathom why he had to be her father out of all the men in this world.

Seul loathed him to death. The thing that he did to her was unforgiveable, let alone admitting him as her father, it was inadmissible.

They shared the same blood. His blood run in hers.

This screwed up big time.

“Seul he is no-“ “I..will book a ride for you. I need to go” disgusted by the news, she tore her gaze from the man.

“My dear, please..let me explain”

“Mom I will not do anything stupid. I promise but give me time to process this” Seul sighed heavily, embracing her mother briefly leaving the two adults alone in the empty hallway. Just few days ago, she learnt about her mother past and it already pained her, however this time this revelation stabbed her deeper than before.

Yoongi, I need you. Seul walked aimlessly along the street finding the right path to find Yoongi though she knew it was impossible knowing they were having their live broadcast performance today.

Her jaw clenched tightly, as she continued her walk to wherever her legs brought her.

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[randomkposts]

The crack twilight shipping conversation

E :-"I took care of those girls who spread rumors about you"

"What girls?"

"Not important "

I have back flashes of this kid and I'm like yo she scares me.

K : Jane is terrifying. Just not in the same way to Bella as she is to others.

"We are going to Yellowknife, so you can see the northern lights at this time of year! They are glorious! This guy has agreed to fly us."

"Jane, I don't- wait, why is he shaking"

"Juicebox is also excited to see the northern lights"

Shaking man: "Absolutely ecstatic"

"I made sure that all the warm clothing fits your size! It's even real fur! "

Crack twilight ships

K - E, Crack AU, where Jane is the one who imprints on Bella, going after James for crime, and Bella has to deal with the insane situation of "I think I was kidnapped by a child, and the child is trying to woo me."

Except Jane's Idea of wooing is terrifying and surreal, and has some pretty bizarre stuff to try to impress her.

"Jane-"

"But let's double check!"

E -OMG

K :-”Jane, why do you always give people such strange nicknames? Quickmunch, O delicious, lunchmeat, mosquito bait, and now juicebox?

Except for Jaccob, who you just called stinky

Why do you call him that?

-Because he just is

He doesn't smell any worse than any other athletic teenage boy. You haven't even seen him since he got sick.

Hey, does she have a nickname for Bella, you think?

E -Jacobs sweating furiously at all these vampires

K -It's because he's a wolfy shapeshifter, but for story purposes, Jane has no Idea, just that she hates Bella's childhood friend.

Alec, who is back in Voltera, but Jane talks on the phone too, assumes she's being possessive of who Bella spends time with, and views him as a rival.

He tells her that.

E - The fact he face times this stuff. Supportive bro vampire.

K - Don't kill the rival Jane. Bella will be crying, and you don't want to spend time with her mourning. Maybe take her on a trip, and get some personal time

E -She does, but also scares ppl to give them cool shite.

K -I had a crack thought once, where I thought what's the randomest most out there mates I can give vampires. , where Jane's mate was a random old man that she met in the food chamber, was like ,"wait don't kill him!" It became quite a debate.

Alec's, on the other hand, was a toddler he met on a job, where a lady had been vampired, and had bad control.  The kid wasn't even related to the target, just on a walk in a bad place and time. He can't get the face out of his head.

Neither of them are decided on who has it worse.

But Bella being shippable with almost any vampire in the series has way more potential for comedy.

Still, question, does Bella ever come to return the affection?

Edward is hundreds of years older than her, but looks roughly around her age. Staying beautiful, and around his age was something Bella found important to her in their relationship.

Jane, for all she is also centuries older than Bella, can not easily be mistaken for a young adult. Admittedly it could be claimed, possibly by dwarfism, but given that  physical appearance is important to Bella, and plays a part in her affections to other people, how would that play into any potential relationship with Jane?

K - God, weird how what starts as crack, leads me to wonder about real questions.

If that random old man is in fact Jane's soulmate in the crack mate's verse, should she take her mate in the form she finds him, or eat him and hope he reincarnates. Is there only one possible match, or are there potential matches walking around that finalize when conditions are met? Is the old man, at his age, fit to be a mate to a centuries old vampire of a young body? What if he's amnesic. How would that translate to vampirism?

Should Alec keep tabs on the toddler who could be his mate, or let them go and hope for another chance encounter?

E -Probably yes, even though you are aware she is older than you, she is mature maybe *I debate on that due to they stay in that state forever* but you can't get over the fact that is a child's body

K -If Alec chose to keep tabs, when would be the time to reintroduce himself? And how?

E - I say let them go, cause this is a bit too close with the Renesmee and Jacob kind of thing

Hmmm I say reincarnation is kinder?

K-Is reincarnation even real, or a hope?

How would you find them?

E -They have vampires, werewolves and shit, but does reincarnation really draw the line?

First off how did they even know they were mates?

K -It is, though I can't see Alec child napping the toddler, and raising them himself

Some voice in their head screams "Mine!"

Edwards was just weird, because he thought his voice meant " my meal"

E -Bwhahaha

Oh God Eddy

K -The Cullens are unusual in that they turn people in life threatening situations.

Still,Carslie and Esmae certinally had some affection between them, before she commited suicide.

Why did Rosaline get Emmet turned again?

Beyond the bear wound, I mean?

She doesn't seem the type to go out of her way to do something like that for just anyone.

Maybe it was blurred by the blood, and the need for control, but something about him called out to her, I think.

"Rosalie confessed to Bella that she saved Emmett from dying because of his innocent look, dimples, and curly hair that reminded her of her best friend Vera's child, Henry, and that ever since the day she saw the baby she always wanted a child of her own just like him."

Somehow, I doubt she looked much at the appearance of someone covered in blood. She is trying to resist killing after afromented bear mauling.

That sounds like a post rescue justification.

E - True. Always wondered about that.

K - Anyway, I think he might just send Gianna, or something to guard the kid for a bit, if he decided to keep tabs. Gianna is just glad to be temporarily spared, and hopes that job success may mean Alec turns her into a vampire, or at the least, doesn't kill her.

E -Shot, i would make sure that kid have the best life ever if that means he doesn't kill me

K - But anyways, to a vampire who is not rescuing a human from a dangerous situation, or abstaining in general, sometimes they get a sense of "Mine!" About humans they see.

Jane, as a member of Voltri, where mates are occasionally found like this, has heard, and does not question, and in fact jumps on the opportunity.

Her human smells delicious, and is resistant to her gift, and absolutely perfect. Now, how to not kill her, while making Jane the center of her world.

That kid has aunt Gianna, who is not really an aunt, but is... A family friend now, and full intent to make the kid happy.

Gianna is a dead secretary as of Breaking Dawn, I think, But Alec has a need for the human, so he can borrow her.

She's well aware of her morality, at this point.

Also, get rid of that James guy, who found Bella while she was hiking in the woods, in this verse.

E - Yeah lets get rid of him!

Honestly the image of a grown asa man getting his ass handed to him by some 12 year old cracks me up.

K -While Bella might find inclination to view Jane romantically, possibly, sexual orientation may be an issue for her.

In cannon, Bella had the higher sex drive then Edward, and would have prefered that to marriage, indicating she may have a higher sex drive then romantic inclination.

Book Bella didn't show much interest in women, and I don't know what way she swings in this AU, but either way, that Jane has the body of a child would probably complicate things in that aspect.

Would Bella be exploring cross orientation here, or having a crisis for her finding a sex drive for someone who's body is closer to a childs then an adults?

Both would be complex issues.

-It does!First she takes him out with mental fire, then she fights and tears him up, in hopes of impressing her would (will) be  mate!

E -Crisis at the sex drive, cause again kids body, and I'd be hella creeped out. And orientation since I haven't seen her show much interest in woman so that's a lot of issues for her to start on

"And here we see the alpha female show her dominance by obliterating the high male in order to impress her mate"

K - Its kind of weird to even talk about it, yes.

But it would come up in this context

Bella herself, would probably be creeped out

Jane, might be less so, due to being centuries older than her, and living in a different time with different marriage standards

E - Bella is like "oh honey no, that's. ..no"

K -Jane was born in England around 800 A.D, the daughter of an Anglo-Saxon woman and a Frankish soldier.

She was 12-13 when transformed.

Let's bump it up to 13, because while both are far too young for being burned at the stake, 13 is slightly more

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Was reading this

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"Contrary to Victorian beliefs that pale, delicate women were the most attractive, Brown says that actually, muscles are key. It's the earliest known example of #fitspiration:

"All women would be healthier and none the less beautiful if they possessed firm muscles and strong limbs; this scarcely any one could controvert."

Even if she wants to consign herself to a life of singledom: "And if a girl never intends to marry she should be none the less mindful of her health."

Brown explains that women are often less inclined to discuss sensitive maladies than their male counterparts. But that's wrong.

"Young women should learn that to neglect disease is to create more," he stresses.

"Secondly, they should appreciate the fact that, though they may get very little sympathy from either the other sex or their own, there is no execuse for not taking their complaint boldly and sensibly to that quarter made for them, namely, their doctor."

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And this guy sounds kind of radical for the time, and possibly today even, for some, but why does that last line still feel relevant to today's attitude of women's health.

[kimnamjooonz]

Blank Space - Episode 13

Halo

Songs used in this chapter:

Into You - Ariana Grande

Love Me Harder - Ariana Grande

Halo - Beyonce

'Remember those walls I built, well, baby, they're tumbling down, and they didn't even put up a fight, they didn't even make a sound. I found a way to let you win, but I never really had a doubt, standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now''.

They went back to the hotel without inconveniences. They weren't talking much but Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off Morgan and she was too busy pretending she was oblivious to that. Before Sebastian wished, they were on the seventh floor and Morgan was sneaking away from him. ''Hey, Morgan, wait a second...'' he was determined not to end up his night like last night, without sleeping thinking about her. But Morgan was way too sneaky and by when he had stopped talking the doors of the elevator were closing. She hadn't even said goodbye. Sweet, attentive, Morgan Llewellyn. ''Damn it'' he spoke to the empty elevator. ''This woman is going to drive me crazy.'' He went back to his room and started pacing around it. He didn't want to go to bed yet because he knew that he won't be able to sleep at all. Morgan's eyes seemed to be stuck in his head. He lost count how much time he had wasted pacing around the room when he finally decided to leave. He was not going for a walk or anything of the sort. He was going to the seventh floor to see Morgan. He didn't know why but something inside of him was telling him that it was the right thing to do. When he reached Morgan's room he noticed that he wasn't the only one there. There was also a dude with a tray that looked like he was from room service knocking on her door. And before he could chicken out and ran away, Morgan had opened the door, with her eyes going from the room service lad to finally land on Sebastian. Too late to run indeed. ''Well, well, well'' she had her usual side smirk on his face. ''Double dessert for tonight, I see. Thank you...Kevin'' she read the lad's name tag, received the tray and gave him a nice tip. ''You're welcome, Miss.'' he guy seemed to be very happy by the tip or by the sight of Morgan. ''What do you want me to do with him?'' he pointed at Sebastian as if he was a fanboy trying to sneak into Morgan's room instead of an international movie star. ''Do I call security?'' ''No, I'll deal with him. But thank you, Kevin.'' Morgan looked really satisfied. The guy left, leaving Morgan and Sebastian alone. ''Security? Really? Did he think I was an stalker?'' he was acting as if it was the most natural thing to be found outside his co-star's room at midnight. ''He caught you creeping outside my room, what did you want him to do? What are you doing here, by the way?'' He was finally paying attention of what she was wearing and he was losing his ability to breath. To put it simply, the only thing she had changed was his silver dress and instead she was wearing something that he guessed it was a babydoll that could be seen from under a short silky pink robe . She was still even wearing the same heels. It was going to be hard from him to take that image off his head. ''I just... needed someone to talk to.'' ''I guessed so.'' She uncovered the food that she had asked for. It seemed that only Morgan Llewellyn ate strawberries with chocolate at the middle of the night. ''Were you waiting for someone? Judging by your suggestive clothes and the weird food choice...'' ''If I had been waiting for someone I'd have let the room service guy take you with security, only for the fun of it. And don't judge my clothes. I will never allow that.'' ''That makes me think that maybe you were waiting for me'' he tried to melt Morgan with a seductive glance but she remained stony. ''Yeah, because I see the future and I knew you were coming.'' Of course she didn't see the future but Sebastian was way too predictable. He didn't know what to say and he was starting to feel a bit out of place in Morgan's room. ''Why don't you make yourself comfortable?'' she offered, after all, he had come only to talk. ''You said you wanted company and... I can give you that. Look, it's all fun and games but... if you need something, I'm here for you, remember?'' she squeezed his shoulder and then traced his arm only to hold his hand to guide him to her bedroom. He couldn't believe his luck. He had Morgan Llewellyn and a plate of strawberries with chocolate waiting for him. She placed the strawberries in the middle of the bed and lied beside them. ''Hey, you can sit here, I'm not going to eat you.'' He softly lied at the other side of Morgan's bed. ''So, what did you want to talk?'' He shrugged his shoulders. ''I don't know. Maybe I just needed the company. It can get lonely sometimes, you know?'' ''I know. I'm thousands of miles away from home and sometimes I feel that I'm always causing drama, no matter what I do. Ask my agent if you don't believe me.'' ''People love you, Morgan.'' and he had never seen drama surrounding Morgan and if there had been, Sebastian himself had been responsible for it. ''For now. I'm the newcomer and people want to see me living happily ever after winning Oscars, working for Marvel and married to you. We're selling the fantasy, Sebastian and it's working. But... what if it were to become a reality? They'd hate my guts. Look, Taylor Swift was America's Sweetheart once, then she was labelled as a serial dater and finally as a snake. I don't really want that to happen to me.'' And she was right. Sebastian knew that she was enjoying the love of the people while it lasted because they could turn against her, at any moment. ''I though you didn't care about people's opinions.'' ''I don't. But no one likes to be hated. However, if it becomes unbearable, I'll just grab my money, my dignity and get back to Caernarfon. No one can find me there.'' she grabbed an strawberry and bit it. ''You can get one for yourself. They are not poisoned.'' It seemed like at that time of the day and after a mentally exhausting event Morgan was letting her guard down. ''Why 'Morgan'?'' he asked, also biting a strawberry. ''I know that's not your real name. You don't have to tell me your real one if you don't want but... why did you chose that name?'' ''Morgan Le Fay. King Arthur's sister.''

An Arthurian legend, of course. Somehow that matched of what he knew about her. He remembered reading a King Arthur book many years ago and Morgan Le Fay was like the Thanos of the story. ''Wasn't she the like... the worst? Wasn't she responsible of the falling of the kingdom? Didn't she send someone to steal Merlin's powers?'' Morgan was quite surprised that he was so well informed about Arthurian legends. ''Well... yes, but at the end she tried to save King Arthur.'' ''But she couldn't.'' ''Well... no. She may be evil, but I like her because she's powerful.'' Sebastian had the sensation that Morgan was keen on justifying the villains. One more example to her questionable approach to life. But whatever it was, it was working and Morgan was winning at life. He grabbed his phone only to google about Morgan's name-giver. ''Here she is. Morgan Le Fay. Always pictured as an incredible beautiful woman with dark hair and impressive eyes. Sounds like someone I know'' ''I can't believe you're doing this. I chose the name because I like the way it sounded. And I also like the character. It's not that deep, Sebastian.'' ''Maybe, but it's entertaining. Oh, and here's a description of her! 'Morgan Le Fay, also known as Morgana, Morgain or Morgane... a witch that symbolises evil, hatred, revenge, ardent beauty, desire, temptation and above all, passion.'' Sebastian almost choked. It seemed like a certain someone had her stage name well chosen. Maybe Morgan Llewellyn wasn't the living embodiment of hatred and revenge (even though she was a little evil) but he totally agreed with the 'ardent beauty, desire, temptation and passion.' It matched so much with her that it was almost scary. ''What are you thinking?'' she asked. ''About why don't you tell me your real name. Because it's quite hard not to know it. It's like talking to a nameless face. I want to know who you really are, which is hard when I don't even know your name.'' She had a winning smile. ''If you want to get to know me, you should take your time. I won't tell you my name but I challenge you to find it out. And if you ask Taylor, Damien or Lucas it's considered cheating, okay?'' she extended her hand at him and he took it and shook it. ''Understood.'' She smiled with mischief, grabbed another strawberry and handed it to Sebastian. ''Bite'' she whispered. Goodness gracious, he thought. He was literally eating from Morgan's hands. He knew that she was toying with him but he didn't care. He threw the caution through the window and wasted no time to accept Morgan's offer, biting the strawberry in a painfully slow pace, taking his time to look at her face. ''Delicious'' he mumbled. ''I know'' She was so near him that he was starting to feel a bit dizzy. She was like a magnet and he couldn't even fight it. Every second he was closer to Morgan. Before he knew, she was playing with the chain of his necklace. ''I didn't know you had a chain round your neck'' her old fangirl brain was sparkling with curiosity. ''I just wear it under my clothes, that's why no one has seen it before. It was mum's, I think. It's a star and I associate it with the Winter Soldier, that's why I wear it.'' ''It looks good in you'' she placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Morgan had totally lost control of the situation. She had let her heart take the wheel and the result was that she was playing the seductress in front of Sebastian Stan, enjoying the closeness and looking straight at his eyes, giving a damn about his girlfriend, their careers, their agents and anything else. Maybe he had been right when he proposed that they should have eloped to Alaska. There was no way for Morgan's brain to take back the control. Once her heart was in it, she couldn't be stopped. And Sebastian wasn't helping, he had one hand around her waist and the other was playing with her hair. They lost count of the time they spent close to each other, without saying a word but saying everything that needed to be said with little movements of their hands. ''Why don't we watch something on TV?'' she proposed after a long time. She just wanted to keep him by her side for a little while longer. ''I agree'' he grabbed the remote, that was closer to him that to Morgan. He started changing channels, skipping stuff that didn't look promising. ''What about Outlander?'' he asked. ''Because I really love that show and I never miss an episode. Scotland gets me even though the last season is set in colonial America.'' Morgan was thankful that he had good taste in TV shows. Not even in that sense he disappointed. ''I really like it. It's in my top five of my favourite shows of all time.'' ''Good to know that'' he wrapped both of his arms around Morgan's waist and placed his chin on the top of her head. ''Let's watch it then.'' Half an hour later both of them were ugly crying with the episode. ''Forgive me'' she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. ''Don't worry'' he was burying his face into Morgan's hair. ''I couldn't keep my eyes dry either. But it was just so sad... poor Jamie has two kids and he couldn't be a father to either of them. And it wasn't even his fault... he was just the most unlucky guy on earth.'' ''This was heartbreaking.'' she turned her head to look at Sebastian. ''Real life drama doesn't move me but I'm a sucker for sad fictional stories.'' Both of them had their eyes full of tears. ''Are we being over dramatic or we really got sad?'' he asked. ''I don't know about you but it really got me sad. Not even the steamy scene at the end could take my mind out of it.'' Sebastian, who was still teary eyed, looked at Morgan with a mischievous smile. ''Quite a pity that Damien didn't want to include steamy scenes in our movie.'' ''You perv.'' she gave him a soft slap in his arm. ''Give it a rest. For once you're not going to be naked in a movie, you should be happy about that.'' ''Maybe... but I have the feeling that you're happier than I am.'' ''Of course'' she confirmed him. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. For years she had fantasised of doing a sex scene with him similar as the one he had done in The Bronze. Of course that Damien was never going to do that and instead he was going to make Morgan and Sebastian share quite a few kisses. They haven't started filming those scenes yet and sincerely Morgan was quite relieved with the delay. Kissing Sebastian Stan made her feel all kinds of nervous. ''I get to kiss you. I'd probably be the envy of half the male population in the world.'' he was looking very cocky at that moment. ''I can't wait.'' she said with sarcasm. But on the inside, it was no sarcasm at all. She really couldn't wait to kiss him. Sebastian seemed to be thinking the same. But his cocky demeanour was gone and instead was replaced with a vulnerable look in his eyes that Morgan had never seen before. It was incredible how fast he could change his emotions. ''Morgan... thank you for keeping me company tonight. I've been feeling so alone the last couple of months...'' he confessed, catching Morgan off-guard. ''I'm all the time surrounded by people but... they don't seem to get me. And then... you showed up and I swear I never hated you, even when I thought you were the most annoying person in the world, and you changed my life. You make me feel better with myself and you really calm me down.'' ''Wait a second'' she interrupted him. ''How do I do that? We don't spend much time together outside of the set and we're not even great friends. We're here together only because Damien sent us.'' He switched his position so he could be placed in front of Morgan. He had a hand on her cheek, in a little touch that was so intimate that almost made Morgan shudder. ''I don't really know. I guess it's just a natural reaction. We have good chemistry on set so it's not weird that we should get on well off set too. I think we're pretty compatible''. Morgan didn't know if he was being really vulnerable or if he was trying to use a weird technique of flirting. His eyes looked at bit sad but Morgan didn't rely much on that. He was an actor, just as she was and he could be pretty manipulative, just as she was. One manipulator knows another. ''In my opinion, a mess and a mess make even a bigger mess.'' But Sebastian didn't look cocky or pretentious. He looked like a man unsure of his emotions, who didn't dare to do what he should do: leave the girlfriend he didn't love and pursue the woman he liked. He wasn't a coward but he still didn't know if what he felt for Morgan was real or a simple crush. And he definitely didn't love Florence but maybe one day he would. She was a nice woman, very different from chaotic Morgan. He traced Morgan's cheekbone with his thumb. No, it definitely wasn't a crush or infatuation and not even desire. It was something that couldn't be defined as love yet but it was on the way of becoming exactly that. Morgan lifted her hands and stroked his hair, running her hands across his neck. Those little touches were somehow more intimate than kisses or anything else. She ended up lying on top of him and he had his arms protectively wrapped around her. She felt so safe and at peace that she wanted to stay this way forever. ''Tell me something else...'' he whispered. ''About your life in Wales. About the Morgan I don't know.'' Well, she was your avid fan, to begin with, Morgan thought. ''I was just an aspiring actress trying to make a living out of the thing I love the most.'' ''I imagined that you were that gorgeous girl that everyone wanted to take to prom and she ended up dating the most popular kid in the school.'' ''Gosh, no. I was too busy acting to try to be popular. I just kept to myself. And I could have never dated the most popular kid at school because that was my brother.'' Sebastian remembered seeing a picture of Morgan's brother and mistook him for a model. No wonder he had everyone at school swooning for him. ''And what about the second most popular?'' Morgan looked quite disgusted. ''Ew, no. That was Josh Barrowman who later dated Taylor and even proposed to her before we left for New York. He's horribly mundane, I swear I don't know what the hell was she doing with him. She deserves better, even when she gets annoying.'' ''Josh Barrowman... he sounds like an asshole'' ''You're right... he's an accountant.'' Sebastian's cocky smile was back. ''And Morgan Llewellyn would never have considered an accountant, am I wrong?'' ''You're not wrong. I'm only interested in actors.'' In one particular actor, she though. The one that never left her mind. He wanted to believe that he could be among those actors Morgan was interested in. Before he said something he'd regret later, he stopped with that topic. ''You should sleep, Morgan. It's two a.m. Do you want me to leave or to stay?'' Morgan looked at him with a side smile. ''What do you want, Sebastian?'' He immediately knew that Morgan was up for anything he wanted. ''I want to stay.'' Morgan just took off her robe and Sebastian could see with his own eyes that he had been right and she was wearing a pink coloured baby doll. ''You should take your jeans off unless you want to spend a really uncomfortable night.'' Sebastian had a playful smile on his face. ''You're quite bold Llewellyn. Do you want me to strip for you?'' he started to play with the waistband of his jeans. ''Ew, no'' she lied. Of course that her real answer was a blatant yes. She would have loved to see him naked if she could. ''Just take off your jeans, nothing else, for the love of God.'' His smile was still not fading. ''What if... I'm not wearing anything under my jeans?'' ''I can see your Hugo Boss boxers from here, Sebastian''. ''That was a failed attempt to be seductive.'' ''Definitely'' she agreed with him. Both of them turned off the lights at the same time and Sebastian wasted no time to wrap his arms around Morgan's stomach. He wasn't listening to his conscience that was screaming at him to stop with this foolishness because he was one step away from cheating. If he wasn't already. He put all of that away from his mind and focused on inhaling Morgan's scent. Morgan herself was relaxing into his arms, knowing perfectly well that this was a one time thing that won't be repeated any time soon. If it happened again at all. Better enjoy it while she had him for herself. Slowly, both of them fell asleep.

The next morning she woke up first, smiling when she noticed that she was still wrapped in Sebastian's arms. His hands were still delicately placed on her stomach and she reached out for them, felling as if she was in one of her fangirl dreams. And when he woke up, his feelings were more or less the same. He felt a bit dazed and he still couldn't believe that he was cuddling Morgan. ''Good morning'' he mumbled. She just wanted to scream over the sound of his sleepy voice. He shouldn't be allowed to walk freely on the streets being that sexy, even in the mornings when literally everyone was a disgusting mess. Apparently he was the exception. Anthony Mackie had been right when he had said that he was going to get arrested for killing all the ladies. ''Thank you'' she simply said. There were many things she wanted to say to him, like this was one of her best mornings she had ever had in her life and that she'd have loved to wake up next to him more often. They were in silence for quite a while, knowing well enough that their moment was ending very soon. ''I supposed I have to leave'' he whispered, letting Morgan know that this was the last thing he wanted. ''I'm sad to say that it's true, my team will be here soon and if they find you here our heads will roll.'' ''Your head will roll, Morgan. My team gives crap about what I do as long as I don't do anything inappropriate. Getting close with Morgan Llewellyn is one of the things I'm allowed to do.'' 'That makes me feel so much better'' she said with sarcasm. ''Now leave.'' ''Wow, that was fast.'' but Sebastian didn't hesitate to put on his jeans and almost run towards the door. After all, he didn't want to get Morgan in trouble. ''See you later.'' But it was too late because when he opened the door, with his messy hair and loose jeans, he was face to face with Lucas, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. And Sebastian couldn't blame him for being suspicious. ''I was just leaving'' Sebastian looked at Lucas' stony face. ''Just in case... nothing happened here.'' ''Yeah, I believe you'' of course Lucas didn't. Sebastian ran away as fast as he could and Lucas got into the room only to find Morgan lying on the bed with an elated expression. ''Will you believe me if I tell you that we kept our clothes on throughout the night?'' ''No but you can try. I can't wait to hear everything'' he got into full gossip mood and then got serious again. ''I trust your judgement... I think.'' Morgan hesitated. She didn't want to tell the whole story of that unforgettable night. But... telling a part of it was enough, for now.

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Chad and the Incel Chapter 8

Rated: M

Fandom: Original Fiction (but inspired by the Virgin vs Chad meme)

Relationship type: Male/Male with a bit of Female/Female (the lesbians are adorable, btw) and unrequited Male/Female (in other words, the guys are bisexual).

Description: Chad is, well, a Chad, or at least he looks like one. He’s got his sights set on the cool nerd Becky and enlists the help of her shy incel ex-friend Noah, offering to help him get the gorgeous girl (Stacy) he desperately wants. Noah is reluctant to help, believing that he will be stuck in inceldom forever, but Chad’s interest in his life gives him hope. When their plans go awry, they start turning their romantic attention towards each other.

Content Warning: Given the subject matter, you can guess that this story has dark themes in it, such as suicide and self-harm (plus the mental health issues that often cause them), sexism, slut-shaming homophobia, biphobia and transphobia. There is also swearing and some mentions of sex but nothing too explicit (hence the M rating as opposed to an Explicit rating).

8th Post: [LifeFuel]  My crush likes me back

Noah rapidly raised and dropped his laptop, standing up and turning away from it. After remembering the price of the thing, he checked it for damages. Upon seeing no problems, he sighed and sat back down.

He put his headphones back on and played the game again. All the cartoonish gun sounds couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his mind.

What’s with you lately?

He chose to ignore the voice but it only got louder, and as it got louder it pushed him to play harder, firing at everyone. Yes, even his teammates. He wasted bullets on players that couldn’t be harmed by him.

After his team lost the game, he slammed the headphones against the desk. Once again, he sheepishly checked for any damages and found none.

He leaned against the back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

The voice had disappeared but was replaced with an image of Chad smirking on the ceiling. He scowled at the image in his mind, only to swallow air when it was replaced with Chad’s fish-out-of-water face.

‘You’re… hot…’

Noah felt a twinge in his heart and throbbing down below. His shoulders became heavy as he unzipped his pants. As per usual, he pictured smoke rising from his hand and tried to ignore it.

After washing his hands, he picked up his phone, scrolled through the contacts and almost deleted Chad’s. His thumb hovered over the screen until he decided to keep it. The voice came back.

You should get a picture of him for the contact.

The thought put even more weight onto his shoulders. As if he was going to do that. It wasn’t like he missed him all that much.

He lied down on his bed, staring at the screen and trying to avoid the contacts app, though naturally his eyes kept going back to that little address book.

He groaned. ‘Fine,’ he hissed to himself. He sent Chad a message.

How are you? Been a while.

Chad replied surprisingly quickly, causing Noah to fumble with his phone after almost dropping it in shock.

Yeah, it has. I’ve been good. I need to go to bed soon so I’ll talk to you at school.

Chad kept his promise and chatted to him during class. At first, the conversation was slow and awkward, both boys trying to tiptoe around the issue of Chad calling Noah hot.

The conversation began to centre around sports, with Chad trying to convince Noah to watch one football game, something Noah had not done since he was eight. He reluctantly agreed on the condition that he watch Chad play first.

At football practice that afternoon, Noah leaned forward with his hands maintaining a strong grip on the metal bar in front of the bleachers. His eyes never left Chad as the player threw the ball with one of his muscular arms.

When practice ended, Noah congratulated Chad on doing well before sneaking out of the bleachers and shuffling to his car. On his way home, he saw a little NFL shop about to close for the day.

He rushed in and bought a generic poster with the NFL logo and a picture of a football. At home he blu-tacked the poster on the wall behind his bed’s headboard. 

He went onto his laptop and looked for ways to torrent NFL games. Instead of studying he ended up watching one and a half games until he fell asleep. His eyes subconsciously sought out the most handsome players and he even found a guy who looked like Chad. 

During the moments the players stopped, fantasies danced around his mind about what Chad would do with him in that uniform of his. At first, these fantasies were purely carnal, though they gradually changed into something a little different.

For instance, he imagined Chad running to the bleachers to kiss him after scoring a touchdown. He thought of the boy training him in football, complimenting his skills. He even made up a scenario in which he tended to Chad’s injuries.

After that last daydream, one question popped into his head.

The fuck is wrong with you?

He woke up late in the morning but couldn’t bring himself out of bed. He just lied there thinking about what those fantasies meant, what any fantasy he’d ever had about a guy meant. It wasn’t like he was gay. As much as women frustrated him to the point of stirring hatred within him, he still wanted them. No, he needed them.

His heart leapt in shock and something that totally wasn’t joy when he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Chad.

Where are you?

Noah spent half a minute coming up with an excuse.

Sick.

Chad replied with some sad emojis like the normie he was.

I’ll meet you after school to check up on you.

Noah groaned.

You want to catch something?

Chad’s response sent a wave of warmth throughout Noah’s body.

I don’t, but I’ll feel worse if I don’t see for myself that you’re okay.

Noah smiled as he got up and made himself a meal he had learnt how to make from an anime. After finishing off his lunch, he went back onto his laptop and debating (or, to be more accurate, arguing) with someone on an anime forum.

Chad did what he said he was going to do, and quicker than expected. When Noah opened the door for him, Chad asked him how he was.

Noah coughed. ‘Good. I feel better now. You wait in my room and I’ll make us some coffee. You okay with having it black?’ 

‘Yeah, but aren’t you still sick? I should make it.’

‘It’s fine, really.’ Noah nudged him into his room.

Chad spun around on the chair by the desk. As he stopped the chair, his hand slipped on the mouse, moving it enough to wake the laptop from its screensaver mode. A tab showed a forum debate entitled ‘Are Traps Gay?’

When Noah entered the room with two cups of coffee, Chad asked him, ‘What are traps? I’m guessing you’re not talking about stuff used for hunting, unless hunting’s a gay activity now.’ This caused Noah to spill some of the coffee as he slammed the mugs on the desk.

‘N-none of your business.’ Chad took out his phone. ‘Wait!’ Noah shouted as he closed the door behind him. He whispered, ‘Okay, so, uh, in anime there are these guys called ‘traps’ who look like girls.’

Chad joined him in speaking with a hushed voice. ‘Sounds like an insult.’

‘H-how?’

‘Well, a trap means you’re, I don’t know, tricking someone, right? Are these anime dudes who look like chicks tricking people or something? Or is the word a coincidence or something like that?’

‘Well, uh, no, I mean, I think the word comes from that, but, uh…’ Noah looked around the room for a way to change the subject but found nothing. The whispering ended. ‘It-It’s a compliment nowadays!’

‘Really? Doesn’t sound like one,’ Chad said as he shrugged his shoulders.

‘The question isn't really about those guys anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they’re ‘tricking’ you or not. It’s more about if you’re gay for liking them. They’re, uh, popular with dudes.’

‘Sounds pretty gay to me.’

‘It’s not! Absolutely not! You think some faggot would be into anime characters who look like girls? No, it’s the realm of the straight men. Only straight men can appreciate these beauties.’

Chad stood up and leaned closer to Noah. ‘So you’re into dudes?’

‘No, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t-’

‘Would you fuck a real-life guy in a dress?’

‘Uh… n-no…’

Chad smirked as some mysterious, much more confident force possessed him and made words he never expected to say spew from his mouth.  Perhaps it was Noah’s relatable nervousness that made him feel oddly safe. He put his hand between Noah’s shoulder and his neck, lightly rubbing the area.

‘Would you fuck me if I looked like a girl?’

Noah didn’t respond, at least verbally. He just stared at Chad, who leaned closer and drank in the delicious sound of his heartbeat.

The stare lasted a good twenty or so seconds before their bodies joined together in a heated kiss. As Noah panted with desire, the zest of ginger and the scent of honey from his lunch lit up Chad’s mind, as did his partner’s heartbeat, which continued to get louder and faster. Chad’s heart and breaths quickly matched him as he held his cheeks, his thumbs stroking the hair in front of his ears. He continued kissing him even as he started becoming more aware of what he was doing, as any fear he could possibly feel was replaced with the endorphins he usually got playing football.

Part of him had expected an overly slobbery kiss, so he grinned when he noticed that this wasn’t the one he was having. Noah’s lips were a little rough but Chad enjoyed every inch of them. Noah’s skin was hot and, in contrast with his lips, soft. 

He pushed Chad onto the chair and stuck his tongue in his mouth, reaching for the taller man’s coat to take it off. Chad shivered at this sudden display of dominance and helped him fling off the coat. Noah only let go of him to turn on the CD player and soon the sounds of their kiss were hidden under the swelling of a boisterous symphony. They moved to the bed, grasping at each other’s clothes to remove them as quickly as possible.

The air was filled with heavy breaths that gradually slowed down. The duo felt almost sick from the smell of the room. The CD player finished its current track before Noah turned it off. He turned until his back was facing Chad, who placed his hand on the shorter man’s hip.

‘How was it?’ he murmured. Noah shrugged, refusing to look at him and yet again focusing on his own hands as if smoke was emanating from them. ‘That bad, huh? Sorry, I’m new to this. That was my first time.’

Noah rolled back with the speed of a tumble dryer. ‘The fuck are you talking about? There’s no way you were a virgin. What about all those girls that throw themselves at you?’

‘What girls?’ 

Noah stared at Chad like the man was high. Chad stroked his hip with his thumb as he said, ‘And besides, even if I did sleep with girls, it’s not like that would prepare me to sleep with a guy. I doubt many girls would be interested in doing what you…’ He laughed nervously.

Noah covered his eyes with his bangs. ‘Oh. Yeah. Speaking of which, are you… sore?’

Chad shifted his butt on the bed. ‘A little. Maybe we should have done more prep.’ He reached underneath the sheets and pulled out a bottle. ‘This is pretty good stuff, though. And the condoms… why’d you have these on you?’

Noah gulped, staring at the ceiling, then the door, anything to prevent him from having to look at Chad.

‘In… in case I needed to use them… with a girl. I bought them when you made me think for a second that maybe I could actually get a girl.’

Chad sighed. ‘Yeah, so, uh, what exactly are we? I mean, are we… what’s it called… bisexual?’

Noah pulled the sheets up despite showing no shame a few minutes earlier. ‘No way,’ he said with a shake of the head like a dog leaving a bath. ‘This is… fucked. I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have… Let’s just forget about this. It never happened, alright?’

Chad dropped the bottle and looked down at the sheets with a frown. ‘Was I really that bad? Or couldn’t you picture me as a girl? Maybe you are straight after all-’

‘You were fine!’ Noah snapped. ‘And I didn’t imagine you as a girl. You were… okay. It felt good.’ He looked at the evidence of this: the condom in the bin. ‘It’s just that… my first time wasn’t supposed to be ‘okay’.’

‘What’d you expect it to be like? It’s not like either of us are very experienced.’

‘I don’t know. Just better. It almost feels like nothing happened. I mean, for Christ’s sake, I lost my virginity! That’s a big deal, isn’t it? It’s not like I can undo it.’ Noah tightened his grip on his sheets until his knuckles turned white. ‘So why don’t I feel any different?’

With another sigh Chad turned around and got off the bed. Unsure how to reply to that question, he asked Noah where the bathroom was but, before Noah could answer, they heard a knock on the door. 

‘Noah, are you decent?’ a feminine voice called out.

‘No!’

‘Well hurry up and get dressed. Family meeting.’

Noah looked from side to side in thought before shoving Chad in the closet and pulling the quilt over the sheets to hide the evidence. He picked up the clothes he wore from before and threw Chad’s clothes into the closet.

‘Family meeting? Since when do we have those?’

‘We do now! Your father and I can’t decide on dinner.’

Noah pulled his jeans up, trying to ignore the sudden stickiness of his underwear. ‘Well, decide for yourself! You don’t need me.’ Chad felt his heart twist but he focused on his task of putting clothes on while cramped in a closet. Noah threw a shirt on and opened the door just a little, not so much as to show what was on his bed.

His mother pinched her nose. ‘What’s that smell?’

‘Nothing! I’m sure it’s nothing.’

After hearing the door slam shut, Chad made his way out of the closet, picked up his bag and coat and snuck out of the room. He tiptoed through the living room. He locked eyes with Noah, who gave him a deer in the headlights look. His parents turned their heads and Chad ducked down behind the couch, holding his breath. His heart sped up as he crawled to the door. He looked at Noah one last time and put his hand on the door.

Noah looked in the opposite direction and yelled, ‘Did you see that? Mittens just jumped for no reason!’ Chad opened the door. ‘I think she saw a mouse!’ Chad closed the door behind him and slowly exhaled. 

Once the family meeting ended, Noah took to Incels.me and discovered that the website was gone. He was fuming when he learned that it was taken down. He searched around for a replacement and quickly found one. He joined it under a new username and began to write, changing Chad from a ‘he’ to an unnamed ‘she’.

Rotcel2003- [LifeFuel] My crush likes me back

Well, this is only half life fuel. On the one hand, I just slept with my crush. It was fairly good, and she’s pretty hot, but it wasn’t life-changing. It kind of makes me question why I was so obsessed with losing my virginity. Is this really the life of an ascended incel? I don’t know. 

I can’t help but wonder if it was worth doing stuff with her. I mean, what kind of femoid would be into me? She clearly has low standards to date a sub-3 like me. And it’s even weirder when you consider that it started with us talking about anime. She doesn’t even watch anime! Plus, we were talking about traps, not exactly prime normie material.

So yeah, I’m conflicted.

When Noah went back onto the post, he was shocked at the influx of replies calling him a bluepilled cuck and saying he was bragging. Someone even accused him of being a normie trying to pass himself off as an incel.

It was that night when Chad decided to look up this whole incel thing. He came across the same forum Noah visited and saw a post about a discussion of anime ‘traps’ leading to sex.

His fish-out-of-water eyes returned. 

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Start of Revelation series

Defiance

by AJ Grey

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of the characters nor do I profit in any way from this work. This is purely for fun!! And apologies for being MIA; work is overwhelming right now. But I have plot bunny at last.

Summary: Tommy is Rita's evil Green Ranger and he's set his sights on Jason. Why? What happens when the Red Ranger destroys the Sword of Darkness?   Part of the Revelations series*

Chapter One:  Shock

The Green Ranger stood on the balcony of the Lunar Palace, silently staring out at the misty blue orb in front of him. Brooding, he stood transfixed as Rita gracefully approached her newest warrior, laying a clawed hand on his arm.

“Just look at it, Tommy. Its ours for the taking,” she whispered over his shoulder. “Just imagine. Huddled masses kneeling in subservience, begging to serve me in exchange for their worthless lives.”

The emerald helmet turned slightly to stare at the bejeweled hand of his Empress, which clutched his bicep in excitement. He could feel her raw power radiating into him; it was intoxicating. The evil Ranger growled low in his throat.

“Yes, my queen. All for you.”

Moving to stand in front of him, her face took a more serious expression.

“Pay attention. This is most important, Tommy.”

Her crescent staff swirled slowly in front of them, a kaleidoscope of colors shifting into an image of brightly colored warriors. Their uniforms resembled Tommy's and his head tilted in amusement.

“These are the Power Rangers, puppets of that old fool Zordon. They must be eliminated before I can create my new kingdom on Earth.”

“They look like me,” he said quizzically.

“No,” Rita whispered. “They aren't as strong or as cunning as you, Green Ranger. Those Rangers are bound by rules. And morals. You are free to attack them in whatever way you wish; I won't stop you. As long as they die.”

“How do I find them? These Power Rangers?” He approached the subtly shifting illusion and studied it intently.

The witch grinned and again her staff circled. “Let me point you in the right direction.”

The image changed to a close up of a petite brunette with hazel eyes. Her pink sundress accentuated her athletic physique.

“Kimberly, the Pink Ranger. She commands the Pterodactyl Dinozord. Preppy and annoying as I'm sure you'll discover.”

A sudden shift and a new girl now stood before them.

“Trini, the Yellow Ranger and commander of the Saber-tooth Tiger Dinozord. Smart, I'll give her that but sickeningly helpful and cheerful.” Rita rolled her eyes and gagged.

Tommy stood quietly, making mental notes of each teen. He'd seen them around before at the Youth Center; it should make finding them no problem.

“Now if we're talking about smart, this Power Brat trumps them all. Billy, the Blue Ranger. He controls the Triceratops Dinozord.”

The sandy haired, bespectacled teen stood in overalls, hands tucked in his pockets.

Definitely a high level target, Tommy mused to himself.

The image shifted to a dark skinned teen with a brilliant, engaging grin.

“Zachary, the Black Ranger who controls the Mastodon Dinozord. Extremely energetic and talks a mile a minute. I'm sure you'll come to recognize his Hip Hop Kido style of fighting.”

The Green Ranger merely nodded, a white gloved hand under his chin as he committed each face to its Ranger counterpart.

“Finally, Jason, the Red Ranger. Leader of the Power Rangers and commander of the Tyrannosaurus Dinozord. He's the reason the others took up the Power Coins and joined with Zordon. He is a skilled fighter, almost a match for you, Tommy. So don't underestimate him.”

Another priority, Tommy mentally noted even as the image of the dark haired, dark eyed teen jogged his memory.

I remember. The guy I fought in the tournament. He was difficult. But not difficult to look at.

The corner of his mouth turned up as possible scenarios crossed his mind. This could be fun. But first things first.

First Zordon, then Little Boy Blue. From there, Little Red Riding Hood.

Rita turned her evil Ranger to face her.  Her lips curled in a pointy grin as if she could read his mind.

“Green Ranger, I want you to go to Earth and destroy Zordon. Decimate their precious Command Center. Your power coin will gain you entry undetected.”

She reached up to cup his chin and stared up into his black visor, her grin vanished.

“Zordon will try to turn you against me. He will fill your ears with lies. You must be careful and remember this is for your Queen. I chose you, Tommy, not only because you are a dauntless fighter but because I know when you make a decision, you do not waver. You are my champion.”

Her hand trailed to the solid gold shield adorning his chest. It felt almost icy to her fingertips.

“You are my Ranger.” She licked her lips as she took him in.

“Whatever my Empress commands, I shall obey. Consider Zordon gone.”

“Go, then. Shatter the Rangers' confidence, bring them low.”

The Green Ranger nodded and bowed to his Empress before teleporting out in a flash of green and gold fire.

Rita remained staring at the place he had stood, overcome with joy at the very notion of having her own evil Ranger who would only answer to her. Her personal pit bull to guard her, fight for her, kill for her. All she had to do was release him on her enemies. Their fight would be pitiful against him, a true blood bath that would leave them stricken and hemorrhaging.  

Heavy footsteps and a low growl caught her attention. She turned, her skirts swishing the marble floor and smirked at Goldar, her oldest warrior.

“You doubt him, don't you Goldar?”

“He has proven nothing to me, my Queen. I've seen no true evil in him, no dark, merciless heart. I want to see him shed some innocent blood before I trust him,” he snarled.

Her face twisted in a scowl.

“You're doubting my powers, then. Because I control him. His mind belongs to me alone. I can make him cross lines he never imagined.”

Goldar's red eyes widened nervously.

“No, my Queen,” he back pedaled. “Those Rangers have proven difficult before; I believe one death would make me believe this time will be different.”

In her heart, Rita had some apprehension about this plan. Too many times had they failed to destroy the Rangers. Just when it seemed things were going her way, they would rapidly change.

“This time IS different, Goldar,” she insisted, gazing back toward the cloudy blue planet.

In a low whoosh of fire, the Green Ranger materialized in the darkened Command Center. Small pinpoint stars were scattered across the walls as he stealthily approached his target, taking cover behind a large metal console. A high pitched robotic voice punctured the stillness.

“But Zordon...” it protested.

That voice, Tommy grumbled to himself.

Zordon's booming voice interrupted the robot's whine.

“Alpha 5, you must take this opportunity to recharge while I place myself in a meditative state.”

The robot started to argue but Zordon was firm.

“You're right, Zordon,” he finally relented with a sigh.

Alpha shuffled over and prepared to go offline.

After waiting in silence for a few minutes, Tommy slowly straightened and looked around furtively.

So this is where they hide out.

Various lights on the consoles flashed and beeped faintly. A large white globe was mounted near the front of the room; it was dark and still. Directly ahead of him Zordon's tube extended high into the ceiling which the Green Ranger could not see. Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy spied the little android, slightly bent and powered down.

I've got a little gift for Alpha, he grinned as he softly approached; a multicolored disk was clutched in his hand.

Stealthily, he lifted his arm and then viciously crammed the disk into Alpha's back.

“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!” the robot screamed in a high pitched panic.

Growling, the Green Ranger's white gloved hands snatched the bundle of cords attached to the distressed android and with a mighty yank, silenced Alpha mid-scream.

“Alpha 5, what's happening?” Zordon reappeared before Tommy, his confusion apparent. “How did you gain entry? Only one with a power coin  may enter undetected.”

The Green Ranger sneered, “And I have that power, Zordon.”

He was less than pleased with the lack of fear on the old sage's face. Didn't he realize he was about to die? Tommy growled in irritation.

“So Rita has finally chosen someone to give the green powers to.”

The emerald helmet bobbed slightly. “Yes and I'm here to destroy you and your precious Rangers.”

“Tommy, Rita  has you under an evil spell; I can help you.”

Here come the lies.

“You should worry more about what's going to happen your Rainbow Brigade after I send you to another dimension,” he laughed cruelly.

“Listen to me, Green Ranger,” Zordon started.

“Enough talk,” Tommy interrupted. “I don't take orders from a giant floating head! Rita is my Empress and she will rule the earth!”

Swiftly darting forward, his white gloves pried off the metal top of a control console. Digging inside, he violently yanked and tugged every cable, wire, and cord he could spot.

“Tommy!”  Zordon yelled as his tube flickered and shifted. “Alpha, wake up! You must warn the other Rangers!”

The Green Ranger moved from one console to the next in rapid succession. Sparks flew, lights flashed and went dim. Smoke rolled in thick clouds toward the ceiling; acrid odors filled the room.

Pausing to assess the damage he had caused, he grinned as Zordon's frightened face began to fade.

“Wherever you're going, old man, won't compare to the hell waiting for the Power Rangers. Know that. And Billy goes first.” He drew his finger across his throat.

He barely finished his taunt before Zordon disappeared from view, the tube now filled with an eerie crackle of static.

I wonder how long it will take them to discover something's wrong. Too bad I can't see their faces when they finally get here.

He laughed heartily; they were going to be in for several nasty surprises. Again spying Alpha at his station with no spark of life, the  Green Ranger aggressively seized the small robot and threw him across the room into the smoking mess he had created.

Jubilant at fulfilling his Empress's command, Tommy teleported back to the Lunar Palace to receive his Queen's praises and to plan his “big reveal.”

Rita heard the flash of teleportation and turned to see her young, new warrior standing at attention. His gloves were spotted black with electrical burns and his chest heaved in exhilaration.

“It is done, my Queen. Zordon is a memory,” he boasted.

That first small taste of destruction made him feel as if his soul was on fire. He thirsted for more destruction, more chaos, more fear.  The green helmet concealed his bloodthirsty grin as his shoulders rose and fell rhythmically.

The evil witch stood silently for several minutes, drinking in the moment, the one she thought would  never arrive. Zordon was really and truly gone? Were her ears deceiving her?

“Green Ranger, are you lying to me?” she whispered, gliding up to him and placing one pointed finger under his chin. “Is it really done?”

Her eyes gazed into the dark visor, her breathing also quickened in excitement.

“You wished it, my Queen, and I obeyed. Zordon is no longer in this realm.”

Rita's face broke into a malicious smile; her entire face seemed to glow as she gathered her skirts and turned to race to her telescope. Peering down, she took in the smokey, smoldering ruins of the Command Center.

“Goldar!” she screeched in rapture. “Come admire what my Green Ranger has done!”

The armored alien's heavy footfalls sounded as he brushed roughly past Tommy to join his Empress on the balcony. He too gazed down to Earth and the destroyed base. Then glancing back at the evil Ranger, his snout lifted in a snarl.

“So,” he began, stomping up to Tommy, who stood unimpressed by the winged warrior. “You managed to do one task our Queen has asked of you. Not hard to fight someone who can't fight back,” he sneered. “Kill a Ranger, then I will have respect for you, pup.”

“I only live to serve Empress Rita. Your opinion doesn't mean shit to me, dog breath,” Tommy growled softly. “Besides, how many Rangers have you killed? That's right. None.”

“I'm about to have one Ranger under my belt, you misbegotten child.” The red eyes glowed in anger as he hovered over the teen intimidatingly. The Green  Ranger's head tilted slightly in consideration of what he was about to do.

Without warning, he drove his helmeted head with full force into Goldar's snout. A sickening crunch sounded followed by a howl of startled pain. Crimson blood smeared across the top of the Green Ranger's head and dripped down the front as Goldar held both hands to his face, doubled over at the waist in disbelief.  

He pointed a gloved finger at Goldar in warning.

“Don't ever get in my face again!” he roared, the sound echoing off the palace walls.

Rita snapped her fingers and several Putties appeared between Goldar and Tommy.

“Green Ranger! Goldar! Enough of this! This is a time of celebration. Without Zordon, those pesky Power Brats are without guidance. Now's the perfect time to draw them out!” She cackled in delight.

The two warriors continued to glare at one another despite the separation.

Flinging blood of his hand, Goldar straightened and pointed his own armored finger at Tommy.

“Rita is right, Green Ranger. For now, we must work together to beat those brats. However, lets make it interesting. Lets see who bags the first Ranger.”

“Fine,” Tommy hissed. “What's the prize?”

“Respect,” he jeered to which the Green Ranger extended his middle finger.

“I'll never respect you, Goldilocks.”

“I said enough, you two! You're starting to give me a headache! And I want to savor this moment,” Rita marched up to the arguing warriors.

“Green Ranger, Goldar. Go to Earth and take this out on those Rangers.