#i hope people notice i gave her super weirdly long hands i thought they were fun

[ybkitten]

I know some eels are pretty small but they still need a lot of space, you know?

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🎁🔥GUESS WHO?🔥🎁

Prompt: Y/N’s first day back to work from her vacation is also coincidentally her birthday, as the day goes by, one mysterious box is placed on her work table. The content of it is a devious surprise and Y/N needs to find out who is the mysterious person who dared to give her such a kinky birthday present.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, bondage(handcuffs), use of a vibrator, fingering, rough sex, mentions of voyeurism, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing.

My Roman lovers: @ziasaph, @reigns-5sos, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: What a better way to start 2021, then with a Roman kinky fic?! I wish you all a Happy New Year loves, may 2021 be kinder to us all. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Happy birthday, to you..” I turn around to the sound of a person singing, just to see Sasha Banks holding a chocolate cupcake and a present bag on her hands.

“Hi Sasha.” I smiled

“Happy birthday babe!” Sasha ran up to me, placing the cupcake on my working table and hugging me tightly.

“Thanks Sasha”

This was my first day back from my vacation, and coincidentally it was also my birthday, so I was excited to see some of the good friends I’ve made while working for the WWE as a chiropractor.

“Here this is for you!” Sasha handed me a present bag.

“Oh Sasha, you really didn’t have to-“

“Shush! I love you, so of course I would pamper you on your birthday” Sasha said as I opened the bag to find a pair of Louboutin’s I had my eyes on for quite sometime, but couldn’t afford it.

“Sasha, are you insane? I can’t accept these! It’s way too expensive!” I gasped

“I am perfectly sane, you will accept these and I don’t care if you think they’re too expensive! I love you, you’re one of my best friends in this company and a human being with a heart made of gold. So if there is someone who deserves these is you” She happily said

“Sasha, I don’t even know how to thank you enough” I whispered with tears on my eyes

“Just say you will be my friend forever babe” She winked

“I don’t need presents to be your friend love”

“That’s why I gave it to you. I don’t care how much they cost, I just want to make my best friend happy on her birthday”

I hugged her and whispered ‘thank you’ on her ear

“So, who else has came here today?” She asked

“Oh! Bayley, Charlotte, Xavier, Kofi, Cesaro, Big E, Alexa, Naomi, Jey, Becky, Seth, Finn, Renee and Dean” I said, listing my close friends

“I was the last one then? Damn it!”

“It’s ok, I know you were busy today love”

“So...no Roman?” She whispered

“No, no Roman” I answered slightly disappointed.

Sasha along with Bayley and Renee were the only 3 people who knew about my stupid crush on Roman Reigns. It’s so stupid of me to think that a man like him would ever look at someone like me.

If he would ever look at someone on this company, it wouldn’t be the thick girl who worked as a chiropractor and yes one of the beautiful toned Divas of this company.

But still I couldn’t help but daydream about having him on top of me.

“Maybe he doesn’t know it’s your birthday?” Sasha tried to make it less uncomfortable

“Really Sasha? He’s friends with Dean! Everybody knows Dean is an open mouth, loud as fuck and can’t keep it to himself not even if his life depended on it...Roman just chose to ignore it, and it’s fine. We’re not close or anything so, I wasn’t expecting him to show up at my office door and fuck me on top of this table” I lied while chuckling weirdly

“Let’s be honest babe, everybody secretly wants Roman Reigns to fuck them on top of a table!” We both laughed at her statement before she continued “It’s his loss anyways babe”

“Yeah I guess so...”

I was making my way back to my office, from the women’s locker room, when a big black box with a golden ribbon called my attention on top of my desk.

“What the hell?” I said as I approached the box carefully. All of my closest friends had already wished me a happy birthday and gave me their presents so this was, to say the least, weird and unexpected.

I saw a blood red card on top of it, so I opened to find the handwritten saying

‘I hope these will make your birthday night unforgettable. Can you guess who’ve bought these for you? ;)’

Ok, that’s pretty fucking weird! I thought

From the corner of my eye I saw Sasha passing by and loudly whispered

“Sasha! Come here”

She entered my office “What’s up girl? Are you ok? You look scared”

I closed my office door and locked, and made my way back to the table by her side.

“Ok, I’m feeling a little paranoid. I just came back to my office to find this box and this card. Here” I handed the card to her and she red silently.

“Did you look what’s inside of it?” Sasha said

“Nope. And to be honest I don’t know if I can..what if it’s like a prank or something?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out Y/N”

She opened the box, inside of it there was a fancy red paper, I took it out of the way to reveal what was underneath it and I tell you I almost passed out.

Inside the box there was a lavender and purple (my favorite colors) vibrator, it was actually pretty cute...two pairs of handcuffs, lube, nipples clamps and a whip.

“Oh my gosh” Sasha gasped as she took the clamps on one hand and the whip on the other. “Someone wants to get kinky with you girl!” She examined the items carefully

“What in the actual fuck?” I whispered shocked “Give me that!” I took the items out of her hand, shoved back into the box and quickly closed with the black lid.

“Jesus, I can get fired if someone sees that in my office! Who the hell would do that?”

“Someone who wants to get some! And wants it rough” She chuckled

“Sasha it’s not funny! I could not have a job tomorrow morning if someone from the company found these”

“Who do you think did this?” She asked seriously

“How am I supposed to know? I have no fucking clue!”

“Maybe someone who’s name starts with an R...” She smirked

“R?... What ar-... Oh hell no! Nu uh, that’s impossible!” She couldn’t be implying that Roman was behind this, was he? No! Of course not, that’s a dumb thing to think of...but a part of me wished it was him, even though I know it wasn’t.

“Why impossible? You’re a gorgeous woman Y/N! You two would make a beautiful couple, plus, I‘ve seen his handwriting before and I’m pretty sure it’s quite similar to this one” She said as she inspected the card closely.

“Obviously someone wants to make fun out of me, so I’ll just pretend this never happened” I took the card out of her hand and shoved inside the box.

“Or someone has an eye on you for a while and decided to finally make a move”

“Sasha, please don’t tell this to anyone”

“Your secret is safe with me babe. Just promise that when your secret admirer finally show up, you’ll tell me if you guys made a good use of his presents” She laughed

“You’re the worst!” I laughed along

I made my way back to my hotel room later that evening with my hands so full of packages I could barely walk. I opened the door and carefully placed the bags, along with the black box, on the floor.

I went to the bed and sat down on the edge, while I stared at the box.

*Could Sasha be right? Could it be Roman who did this?* Was the only thought that crossed my mind

I decided to forget all about it and take a shower to wash off the day.

As I was rinsing my hair I heard some noise coming from the bedroom

*What the hell was that?*

I blamed on my super active mind and turned the shower off.

I got changed into some clean oversized t- shirt, and went full on commando. I was brushing my damp hair, when I decided to lay out the contents of the black box on the bed.

I roamed my eyes on each item slowly, until they stopped on the lavender and purple happiness. I turned the vibrator on and felt slightly tempted to use it.

*Oh fuck it! Happy birthday to me I guess”

I got rid of the t-shirt and lay down on the bed naked.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind imagine my wet dream, in form of a man... his face, his body, his cock and how I wish I could feel it inside of me, stretching me as I teased my clit with the vibrator.

I moaned Roman’s name and heard someone clear their throat on the foot of the bed. My eyes shot open and my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw who was in front of me. The vision was so unexpected that I even forgot I was naked.

“I see you liked my gift then” He smirked

“Wh- What are you doing here? How did you get inside of my room?” I whispered

“Does it matter?” His eyes had an evil glimpse to it

“Roman... I- I can explain” I begin to stutter

He placed his index finger on his lips in a shh motion and I stopped talking. He hungrily stared at every inch of my naked body, making me feel quite self conscious of the imperfections of it. I grabbed the blanket to cover my nakedness, he notice what I was about to do and yanked the blankets off the bed

“I’ve been waiting for years to see you like this, so don’t you dare cover yourself from me now”

He took off his shirt and pants leaving only his boxers on, from where I was laying I could see the outline of his hard cock and the wet spot of pre cum near of it’s head. He crawled on top of me slowly, like a predator, with dangerous eyes that were glued to my own.

“At first I was only gonna watch you... I wanted to see you pleasure yourself with my gifts, but when I saw your body fully naked on this bed moaning my name” He grunted “I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t see this” He took the vibrator off my hand and placed on the bed by our side “Having all the fun with you, enjoying every part of your beautiful body, stretching your sweet pussy while my own cock only got to watch, he wants to have his own fun with you baby girl. He wants to make you feel real good” He leaned closer to my face, his lips brushing mine as he asked “Do you want that Y/N? Do you want my cock to make you feel good? Do you want it to stretch you out baby? Do you want it to fuck you hard and rough? Or do you prefer it slow and sweet? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?...Or maybe I should eat you out first huh? Eat that sweet pussy until you’re begging me to stop, I can’t wait to feel you come on my mouth...around my cock,milking it really nice” He growled “Tell me Y/N, what do you want?”

“I want it all, I want everything” I panted as he dry humped me

“Will you let me do whatever I want with you baby girl? What I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Yes”

He smiled satisfied, leaning to kissed me roughly and sloppily as he grabbed both of my wrists into one of his big hands pining it over my head.

“If anything I do bothers you or you feel like your not feeling it or don’t like it, you let me know ok?”

I nodded

“I need words baby girl”

“Yes, I understand”

“Good” He smiled and I felt something cold close around my wrists. I looked up to see the handcuffs around my wrists being closed on the headboard of the bed. Roman sat up and looked down do my naked body at his disposal.

“Fuck, you’re such a gorgeous sight” He said as he palmed his hard cock through his boxers. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you” He panted

“Roman, please do something” I whispered

His hands roamed the sides of my body until he stopped at my breasts as his hands squeezed them hard while pinching my nipples.

“These were made just for me. Do you see how they perfectly fit my hands? I can only imagine how even more beautiful your breasts will look with my cock sliding in between them” His eyes were glued on my breasts.

I tugged at my handcuffed hands, begging “Roman, please, I need- something”

“Let’s take a look on this pussy...are you wet for me Y/N?”

“Soaked”

He raised his eyebrows “Really? Let‘s see” Two of his fingers slides through my folds “Fuck baby girl, you are soaked. Jesus, we won’t even need lube” His fingers traced lazy circles around my clit, making me moan in pleasure. One callused finger slipped inside of me.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so tight, fuck I will barely be able to move. I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy stretch around my cock”

He took his finger out and cleaned with his tongue, humming in pleasure to the taste of my juices.

“You taste amazing, Y/N. Fuck I need more” He slide down my body placing his head between my thighs. His tongue gave a long lick from my entrance to my clit sucking it. Making his way back to my entrance again dipping his tongue inside of me, beginning to fuck me with his tongue.

“Oh my god, Roman, please fuck me! I need you inside of me please” I whined

“As you wish baby” He smirked

He slides his cock through my folds to lube it up, then places the head of his cock at my entrance

“Are you sure about this baby girl? ‘Cause once I start I won’t be able to stop myself”

“Roman, just fuck me already would you?” I said impatiently

He chuckled lightly saying “Easy tiger, we’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you” Roman leaned down to peck my lips and returned to his previous position.

He started to slowly slide inside of me, inch by inch, painfully slow. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, so I knew that we needed to take it slow, but fuck he feels so good I just wish he would roughly thrust into me, so I wiggle my hips to take more of him.

“Fuck Y/N, slow down! You’re too tight and I’m not exactly small, if you keep rushing things you’re gonna end up hurting yourself and I don’t want that”

“I know is just that your cock feels so fucking good, I just want you to fuck me Ro”

“Trust me baby, there’s nothing that I want more then fuck you senseless, but I want you to enjoy it as well ok?” He kissed my nose then my lips

When all of him was finally inside of me we both moaned loudly, I’ve never felt so full before and it was both a dream and a nightmare

“Motherfucker! Jesus fuck Y/N, you’re so fuckin- Oh my god.. I gotta focus ‘cuz I feel like at the slightest move I’ll cum” He pressed his forehead to mine as his thumb slowly traced circles on my clit.

“Roman” I gasped “Please don’t tease me like that, fuck it feels so fucking good” I cried as I felt my walls tighten around him

“Oh fuck!” Roman growled loudly “Don’t do that baby girl, don’t squeeze my cock like that, you’re gonna make m-“

“Move,please” I circled my hips

“Fuck it” He said as he forcefully grabbed my hips and begin to quickly thrust me.

“Oh Roman...harder, I need harder”

“Harder?” He chuckled “Like this?” He pounded into me mercilessly

“Yes! Just like that, oh please, don’t stop” “Fuck Y/N you’re going to get me addicted to you baby girl” He kissed my lips vigorously

“I say we should push you a little further..” Roman took the vibrator from the bed and placed on my clit.

“Ooohhh”

“Fuck, you look so beautiful baby girl, a whimpering mess underneath me”

“Ro- Roman I’m gonna cum”

“Cum baby, I wanna feel you cum around my cock”

And I did. My orgasm was so hard that my juices made a mess on Roman’s thighs and the bedsheets.

“Y/N, fuck baby...so fucking gorgeous, my messy girl” He chuckled “Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Inside” I panted while I felt another mini orgasm come through me

“Fuck, I’m officially addicted to you baby girl. You’re my wet dream come true...gorgeous face, delicious body, perfect pussy..so tight for me. And on top of it all, you want my cum inside of you?! You are beyond perfect Y/N”

He thrusts into me 3 more times before finally cum, filling me up with his seed.

As we tried to recover our breaths, Roman uncuffed my wrists and placed a sweet kiss into each one.

“You ok baby girl?”

“Mhmm” I hummed

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

“No, of course not. You were perfect!”

“Good baby” He smiled

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing baby”

“Why? Why me?”

“Why not you?” He asked sincerely while he brushed my hair with his fingers

“I don’t know, I can’t picture someone like you with someone like me.. I mean, there are so many beautiful women in the company that fit you better...I’ve never thought you could find me attractive”

“Are you serious? Have you looked yourself in the mirror? You’re gorgeous, so perfect Y/N. Yes, there are beautiful women in the company but they’re nothing compared to you baby. You stand out, exactly because you’re different from all of them. You’re unique”

“Still...I don’t know..”

“Oh so you don’t believe me? Maybe I’ll have to show you then”

I could feel his cock beginning to harden on my thigh

“Show me? How?”

“Well baby girl, good thing there are more items of the box for us to try it huh?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, you don’t really think that I’m gonna let you go right? Now that I’ve tasted you, you’ve got me hooked baby. We’ve got the whole night for me to change your mind about us together. And I bet you that I will” He smirked as he leaned down to kiss my neck...

What a great way to celebrate my birthday 🎁

[phlox238]

i wrote a pretty long rymin fic and half of it is min being anxious and getting advice from a lesbian at a gay bar,,, it sucks but here it is anyway

2.5k words this is the most ive ever written

"So," The girl began, gesturing wildly with her hands. "You think you're in love with your best friend, who you've known since you were born, and you're in a band and traveling across Canada and the USA with. What did you say your name is?" 

"Oh, fuck." Min-gi sighed, letting his head rest in his hands. "This is weird, isn't it? I barely know you."

"Nah, I just thought that, if we're going to have a slightly drunk chat in the back of a gay bar, then we should know each other's names. I'm Eryn, and you?" Eryn stuck out her hand, the many bracelets she wore on her wrist clanking together. 

Min chuckled a little, then took her hand and shook it. Her dark skin was warm, which was surprising, since this part of the bar was near freezing. "Min-gi. But you can call me Min." 

"Awesome. So, tell me about it, Min." Eryn tightened her ponytail, leaning forward on her arms. 

"Tell you what about it? There's so many things that I could say." He was so caught up in this gay crisis stuff that he hadn't even considered stopping for a moment to really think about it.

Eryn shrugged. "Whatever you want to say. Get stuff off your chest, just let it out, if you want to. There's like, nobody else back here. Doesn't really matter, right? I'm not judgy." 

"Okay...well, he has a girlfriend, first of all; has had many of them. So he's not into dudes." Min crossed his arms. 

"Hey, he could still be. Just because he dates women doesn't mean he's straight. Could still be into guys. Don't give up hope just yet, okay?" Eryn laced her fingers together, as if she was planning something. The dark lighting of the bar didn't help anything.

“Damn,” Min rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t know you could like both.”

Not without laughing at him first, Eryn started to explain. "Oh, wow, you really are new to this, huh?" She chuckled a little more, shaking her head. “That’s okay. There’s a lot of different ways to love people, you just gotta figure out what works for you. Oh, also; it isn’t just both. There’s the genderqueer people, too, don’t forget about them!” She smiled. 

Min didn’t quite know what genderqueer meant, but he figured he could find out later. He was asking too many questions already. "Damn...how do you know all of this? I only realized I was, er, gay, like six months ago."  Min marveled at her, the same way a nerd at school would marvel at the 'cool kids.' And honestly, she really looked like one, with her ponytail and undercut, her yellow, patched leather jacket, even the flashy jewelry she wore.

It made Min want to start dressing differently. Dressing cooler, like Ryan, like Eryn. Maybe he could.

Eryn grinned wider. "Oh, you know. It's just things you pick up along the way. I've known that I'm lesbian for a long time, since I was like 11. And I'm 21 now, so that's a long time. Lots of experience." She shuffled a little in her seat, taking another drink of beer. "Anyway. We're getting off track, aren't we? Keep talking, man." 

Min laughed, a real laugh. "Okay, okay. A year ago, we, er…" He reached desperately for an explanation for the train, but decided that, just maybe, he could tell her. Really, the worst that she could think of him is that he's a drug user. "Can I tell you something? It's going to sound absolutely insane, probably, but I just. Need to tell someone." 

She looked concerned, her dark brown eyes wide, but nodded anyway. "That's real ominous. But sure, go for it."

"Okay. So. Stick with me, here. A year ago, him and I got on a train, right? But then, there was another train door within the train. We just...went into the door. Well, the bastard threw my keys into it and then ran in, so how could I not follow?" Eryn was looking at him intently like she understood. Min could tell he was pretty drunk by now; he'd never be able to open up to someone this much sober. But that's okay. More than okay, really. 

"It gets even weirder from then on. Ryan- that's his name, by the way- and I woke up on a giant, infinie train in the middle of nowhere. Gotta be pretty unbelievable, though. You probably think I'm on drugs." Min sighed.

Eryn was silent for a moment, but it was obvious she was getting ready to explode. "Dude, no fucking way!" Yep, there it was. "I got on that train! When I was eleven. I was super conflicted on my sexuality, had a shit ton of internalized homophobia as a result of having homophobic family. I felt like a disgusting person. So I got on the train, and it actually helped me through it." She'd completely lit up when Min mentioned the train. Looked like she was going to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. 

For a moment, Min was speechless. Soon, though, he regained his voice. "You're kidding," was all he could muster.

"Nope." Eryn's grin nearly reached her ears. "Did you have someone to help you along, too? There was a white cat named Samantha for me. She was French, for some reason. But I miss her." 

"Oh! Yeah, Ryan and I had a floating, talking bell named Kez. Weird, right?. I miss her, too. Wonder how she's doing." Min thought for a second, completely and utterly relieved to have met someone else to share an experience with. Then something clicked. "Hold on...I might have met this cat you speak of. Yellow eyes? Uh, blonde...hair?" 

"Blonde hair? Well, she didn't have that. But yeah, yellow eyes, French accent." Eryn nodded. They were silent for a moment. 

Min chuckled, suddenly getting the urge to continue on with their story. Telling someone about the train would feel wonderful. "We had a lot of...issues...regarding our friendship, at the time. That's why the train picked us up in the first place." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "The train did help us. But we had a lot of weirdly intimate moments on it, and that's where my sexuality crisis started. Like, there was a car where we had to perform a song with each other to get out of it, and of course I got stage fright right before it. I left him alone on stage. Again." Min paused, the guilt almost making him feel like he was living through that moment again. 

Eryn nudged him. "And? That doesn't sound intimate. What happened next?" 

"I hid in the bathroom. So he came in, and at first he was angry, but I was having a full on anxiety attack. We sat in the bathtub, hip to hip, knee to knee. It was weird, but nice. He helped me calm down. And like...in our last year of Highschool, I gave him a shirt with our band name on it. In that bath tub, he had it with him. He kept it. Said he'd never done a show without it." Min laughed, but there wasn't much humor about it. "Man, I wanted to kiss him so bad right then and there. But I didn't." 

Eryn had a soft look in her eyes. "I dunno about you, but that sounds pretty damn gay to me. Maybe he's just dating other people to distract himself from his crush on you, who knows! All I'm trying to say is, don't give up on this, Min. You two have something going on, I don't know what, but it could blossom into a relationship." She patted him on the shoulder, then took another drink of her beer. 

Min did the same. "What if he's not gay?" His voice was small. "Worse, what if he's homophobic? I don't know...fuck, it's terrifying. I could lose him because I'm gay." 

"Well," Eryn paused for a moment, "you could try and subtly bring it into conversation. Maybe, like, bring up a celebrity who's gay. See his reaction." She gestured with her hands a lot, Min noticed. 

Min nodded. It seemed simple in theory, but he knew he'd manage to fuck it up somehow. The logical part of his brain knew Ryan wouldn't leave him for being gay, but at the same time, there was this voice in the back of his head. Irrational thoughts, irrational fears; that's all it spoke of. 

"Thank you. Really. It's been nice to talk about this, especially with someone who's been on the train. That thing is...a freak of nature. Maybe not even nature, I don't know. I'll try that with him, too." Min said finally, after some silence. Eryn laughed. 

"Yeah, it absolutely is." She smiled widely. Eryn glanced around, her eyes finally landing on the only visible clock in this part of the bar. Her eyes widened. "Shit, I should really get going! Sorry. I told my girlfriend I'd be back around now." She, out of nowhere, gave Min a hug. It'd been a while since he'd hugged anyone, he realized, and it felt nice. Although, very unexpected. 

Min hugged her back, sort of awkwardly. They separated soon after.

"That's okay. Again...thank you, so much. I should get young too." By now, it was almost 11 pm, and he figured he should leave as well. Ryan should be back at their apartment soon enough. 

Min was about to turn and leave, but Eryn stopped him.

"Hey! How about we exchange phone numbers? This was a good chat, eh? I'd like to stay in contact." Eryn searched her pockets for a pen and some paper, but only found a marker. "Can I, like, write it on your arm and you can do the same?"

Min knew Ryan would tease him over it, but oh, well, he made a new friend. "Yeah, that's fine." He laughed, offering her his arm. She quickly scribbled her number on it, and honestly, it was barely legible. But he could read it, somewhat. 

He then wrote his number on her arm, they exchanged goodbyes, and were on their way. Min dreaded returning to Ryan, who would definitely start to go on and on about his girlfriend, and just prove to make Min feel worse about his stupid crush.

But maybe, just maybe, Eryn was right. Maybe things would finally go his way for once. 

•••

Min's walk home was quiet (as quiet as New York can be at night) and cold, it being the middle of November. Snow was just beginning to fall. Being outside Eryn's words stuck in his head like glue. Talk to him. As if he could do that. The idea of even just mentioning anything close to being gay made anxiety rise in his throat like bile. 

He couldn't. Probably.

Before he could think much more on it, he was home. Home. Back to the decent one bedroom apartment they'd scraped up all of the money in their pockets to buy. Back to the scent of cigarette smoke in the air, back to the strange stains on the carpet in the hallway. Most importantly, back to Ryan. No matter how much resentment Min-gi might hold to him for having a girlfriend, Ryan usually made things better. 

He walked up the stairs and down the hall to apartment number 202, ironically. Unlocked and opened the door to find it dark inside save for a single lamp. Min walked in, curious, just to find Ryan curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. That really made him anxious.

"Hey...Ryan? You good, man?" Min sat on the empty portion of the sofa, near his head. 

Ryan stirred, rolling over onto his back. His head was resting a bit on Min's thigh, and it felt kind of nice. 

"I dunno…" He mumbled. "She broke up with me." 

"What?" Min looked down at Ryan, surprised. "Lisa? You're kidding." 

"Nope, not kidding." Ryan laced his fingers together over his stomach. "The thing is...I'm like, kind of relieved that she did it? How fucked up is that?"  

Min tilted his head in confusion. He really wanted to run his hand through Ryan's hair, but that was a really inappropriate thought for the moment. 

"She, uh...said some things. When she broke up with me." He sighed. "Called me a fag." Ryan laughed, like he found it funny. Min didn't. 

"Dude, what? Why?" Min's voice was a little shaky, for no other reason than that they were talking about gay people. 

Ryan sighed. "Take a good look at us, Min." He brought his forearm up to cover his eyes. "We're two dudes, living in a one bedroom apartment together. We do everything together. Of course she's gonna think there's something going on." 

Min felt like he was going to fucking disintegrate. "U-Uh...and that's a bad thing?"

"I mean...no. It just kind of clicked that...maybe she's right. Maybe I am gay." Ryan sat up, his back facing towards Min. He didn't look back. " I always assumed that I'd be straight, but this...it makes sense. None of my relationships have ever worked out. With women." 

Min reached out and gently touched his shoulder. "Ryan...it's okay." 

Ryan looked back, now, and his eyes were watery. Min frowned.

“How could it be okay?” His voice cracked as he spoke. “It’s just another reason for people to hate me. For my parents to hate me. Hell, maybe even you.” By the time that he finished talking, his voice was almost inaudible. 

"No!" Min almost shouted, jolting forward. "No. Ryan, I could never hate you." Fuck, how was he supposed to tell Ryan he's gay now? Part of him wanted to shout it out impulsively, but the other part, it just wanted to keep hiding. Because what if something goes wrong? What if Ryan's in love with someone else? All what ifs. He really needed to stop. 

Min inhaled deeply. Here goes. "This is gonna sound really coincidental, but...I'm gay too." 

Quickly, Ryan turned around to face Min. His eyes were wide behind his glasses. 

"What? No fucking way. You're kidding." Ryan was leaning forward, using his fists to prop him up. 

Min shook his head. "No...I'm not. I was gonna tell you soon anyway, but now seemed like a good time." He scratched his head awkwardly.

Then, Ryan launched at him, hugging him. Arms wrapped around his neck, knees touching Min's thighs, the whole package. Min was sure he'd die with how flushed his face was; but thankfully, he didn't. 

After what felt like a while, Ryan finally spoke. 

"I love you." He mumbled into Min's shoulder. 

Min paused. "In a gay way, or…?" 

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, you idiot." He shook his head in amusement. 

"Good. That's...great." He hugged Ryan tighter, finally letting himself run his fingers through his hair. It was soft, just like he expected. "I love you too." 

[old-hyper-super-clover]

"I like you the way you are."

Mammon × Camy (MC) short story

Here's the first request story for my summer event! (Or at least kinda, actually I was the one to ask for permission to write this... xD)

The MC Camy belongs to my dear friend @sketch-guardian. I really hope I did this fluffy duo justice, it's a lot of fun to write those cuties (*´▽`*)

(links to: summer story Masterlist/ request rules)

Have fun~!

„We´re going to the beach?“

“Ya bet we do!”

Mammon was standing in Camy´s room, grinning all wide and excited as he told his human the news. “We annoyed Lucifer until he´d let us go, so now we´re having a vacation in the human world!”

The human girl gave a hesitant nod. She wasn´t the biggest fan of the beach, but seeing her favourite demon this happy was already enough to go along with the plan regardless.

As the words kept bubbling out of Mammon like a waterfall, he noticed Camy wasn´t really sharing his enthusiasm, so he took a step closer to the girl sitting on her bed, making sure to lock eyes with her.

“Whatever ya worry about, don´t. I´ll make sure you have the time of your life, okay? It´ll just be you, me, swimming hand in hand to our heart´s content… Alright?”

He beamed a smile at her, through which he missed the subtle flash of fright that went through her expression. Then, Camy curled her lips in a reserved smile as well.

“Alright. As long as you´re with me, I´m sure it will be great.”

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The inhabitants of the House of Lamentation are known for causing a ruckus. That didn´t change, even in the human world. Lucifer had his hands full with keeping his brothers out of trouble whilst not arousing too much suspicion with all those humans hanging out at the beach themselves.

As much as Mammon wanted to partake in this ruckus, he wanted to spend this time with Camy even more. He was waiting for her to come out of the summer cottage they have rented, feeling more nervous by the second.

The reason? Well…

Camy was known to wear hoodies, like, all the time. Mammon wasn´t one to complain about that, the hoodies made cuddling even cosier, after all. However, now that they were at the beach, the sun shining down strongly and the ocean waiting for them to take a swim, Camy would come out of the hotel in swimwear for sure.

Hence, the boy was nervous as frick. N-Not in a creepy way! But, ya know… Mammon had fallen for Camy big time, so obviously it would be a big deal to see her like this. Then again, he did not want to appear creepy, so he tried staying calm, but oh man, was it difficult to stay calm when he was so excited to hang out with her for the whole day, also his mind keeps switching back to the swimwear issue and his weak heart can honestly not cope with-

“Mammon? Are you okay?”

I would have loved to write out the kind of noise Mammon made when he heard Camy´s voice behind him, but this level of “Aaasdfdssdh” is not part of my vocabulary sadly. But what I CAN describe is the jump Mammon did while pressing out said noise.

“C-Camy! You´re finally done!” He laughed immediately after to distract her from his flushed red face – which lost its colour again when he turned to look at her.

“Uhm… Is something wrong?” Camy tilted her head, seeing Mammon´s almost shocked expression.

“N… No…” The demon mumbled as he was looking at her outfit: a shirt with sleeves all the way to her elbows, paired with some long jeans. “But, uhm… Isn´t it kinda warm in those clothes?”

The girl gave a shrug. “It´s fine. I´m not really planning of staying in the sun for too long anyway. Also I´m used to hot days from my homeland, so there´s no need to worry.”

“Oh, okay” Mammon replied, trying to ignore this tiny sting in his chest. Instead, he tried to focus on the cute smile on Camy´s face as she asked him to go search for a sun lounger together.

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As Camy didn´t want to go swimming, the two took a stroll along the seashore instead. At some point, however, Mammon had to take a little dip into the cold ocean water as his demon body wasn´t really used to the summer heat.

“Aaaaah… That´s way better…!” The boy was grinning from ear to ear as he floated in the water. “Oi, human, you sure you don´t wanna join me?” He peeked over to Camy.

She had rolled up her pants to at least put her feet into the water and was bending down to inspect the sand. “Yeah, I´m good” she answered, then turned around stretched out her arm. “Look! This seashell is super shiny on the inside.”

A little grumpy over her stubbornness, Mammon's face was forming a pout as he started to inspect the shell in Camy's hands.

"You're seriously interested in some crap that's swimming in the-" he stopped, eyes going wide as he saw the shell's shininess. "Woah. It's pretty."

A smile spread on Camy's face as she mustered Mammon's sparkling expression. "Right? And the outside has this cool, purple gradient. I've never seen one like this before..."

"There are different kinds of shells?" Mammon asked, to which Camy gave a nod. She explained as much as she could about them -- and suddenly, Mammon was digging in the sand, too.

The girl gave a little laugh. "What was that about 'some crap' earlier?"

A small tsundere blush showed on Mammon's cheeks.

"Well, I've never looked at them this closely before..." he pouted. "But everything sounds so interesting when you're the one talking about it..."

Now the blush had jumped onto Camy's face. Being a bit too flustered to respond anything coherent, Camy continued her search after mumbling a tiny "I see".

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The pair was really successful in finding a fair share of various beautiful shells in all forms and sizes. Mammon had mentioned wanting to show them off in some way, so Camy suggested they could make cute jewelry out of them.

The second Mammon's brain comprehended that would mean matching accessories with his human, he was sold. The demon had dashed back to the vacation home almost immediately to grab his phone so they could do a bit of research on the topic.

So Camy was waiting at the beach... Waiting for a weirdly long time. The scorching summer heat made it almost painful for her, even under an umbrella. Grumbling, the girl looked at her clothes, then over to the sparkly, refreshing sea. She didn't tell Mammon, but Camy was actually wearing swimwear under those clothes...

The girl let out a big sigh. She ached to dive into the cool water, but her stomach turned at the mere thought of undressing herself in front of all these people that looked so much... better... than her...

The intrusive thoughts kept nagging at her for quite a while, only being disrupted when Leviathan approached the girl.

"Camy! You're waiting for Mammon, right? It seems Lucifer told him to go get something from the store. Mammon urged me to tell you before leaving."

"Oh okay. Thank you, Levi! I'll just... keep waiting, then" she replied, eyes already drifting over to the water again...

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Mammon was pretty pissed. He couldn't even remember doing that thing Lucifer had scolded him for, so why did HE have to go out to buy groceries that BEEL ate?!

He knew Camy would be waiting for him to come back, so he grabbed those onions and whatnot in the speed of light and hurried back to the beach. Panting from almost running home, he frantically scanned the sun lounger area for Camy... but couldn't find her. Also looking over the rest of the beach, there was no sight of her, either. So instead Mammon went up to Satan and annoyed him until he'd spill the information he needed.

... But Satan also didn't know? And after running back to the cottage to search there, there was still no Camy?? And she wouldn't pick up the thirty calls he'd already left her?!

Mammon's panic mode activated. He went to look everywhere all over again, from one end of the beach to the other. Just so holding himself back from literally turning around stones to search underneath them, he was about to go crazy as he reached the other end of the beach.

But then, as he passed a large boulder, he locked eyes with a girl in swimwear, half of her body submerged in the water...

The second he realised he was staring at Camy, Mammon let out a panicked scream. And simultaneously, once Camy understood Mammon had just found her as she was taking a swim, she was screaming, too. So while one was stumbling backwards into the sand and the other yeeted herself into the ocean, they were squealing out their panic from the top of their lungs.

It took a moment for both to somewhat recover again, but Mammon was the first one to look back at her.

"C-c-camy...! I was... You were..." His brain was running with way too much speed for his mouth to form the right words. Meanwhile Camy had emerged from the water just enough to breathe out of her nose again. She glanced at the demon in great embarrassment.

"You're... Swimming" Mammon then said.

Camy frowned. "... It was too warm, so I thought I'd manage to take a quick dip before you come back, but..." She mumbled as a response. "You were faster than I thought..."

A little silence came over them, with Camy trying to figure out how to save herself out of the water and Mammon trying to understand why she wouldn't swimming together with him earlier.

"Uhm..." The human spoke up after a while. "Y-you can go back to the loungers, I'll dry myself off and meet you there."

Mammon's response was a confused blink. "But if you're already in the water, I might as well join ya and we'll-"

"N-no!" Camy blurted out with a bit too much force. She immediately gained a worried stare.

"Camy...?"

So she grew sick of hiding those painful feelings. "Look, Mammon, I'm... not confident about my body. I don't like showing much of my body, especially since all you demons seem to be naturally good-looking... It's not that I didn't want to swim with you, it's just... I don't want to torture you with, well, the sight of me."

Her hands were cramped around her waist, and the more Camy spoke, the more she wished to submerge into the water again and never come back. It got even worse when Mammon wouldn't answer for what felt like eternity.

So eventually, Camy turned her narrowed gaze to look at him, only to find an expression of pure disbelief on his face.

"Camy" he finally called out.

"... Yes?"

Then Mammon stretched out his hand. "Come out of the water" he prompted, a sad ring to his tone. "Please" he added when Camy wouldn't react.

"B-but I don't want you to dislike m-"

"Trust me."

Slowly, Camy reached for his hand and got pulled out of the water softly.

She immediately had to endure Mammon's gaze, pressing her own eyes shut to not having to see his disappointment. The next thing she felt, however, was how Mammon's arms wrapped around her.

"S-stupid human" the demon mumbled against her head. His face was painted in the brightest blush as he tried to squeeze all his adoration for her into this hug.

"Mammon..." Camy blinked in surprise. "Y-you shouldn't hug me, I'm-"

"I don't care" he interrupted her. "Whatever it is, cut it. Actually, I should keep hugging ya as a punishment for saying such stupid crap."

The girl felt her eyes tearing up, but as Mammon really did not seem like loosening his embrace any time soon, she sheepishly wrapped her arms around him, too.

They listened to the mellow crashing of the waves, calming down more with every breath.

At some point, Camy felt Mammon shake his head.

"Really now..." He huffed. "I felt something was botherin' ya n' started thinkin' I hurt ya by accident..."

"What? No!" Camy gave him a little squeeze. "You're not the problem. It's just that I feared that you would... you know... be disappointed..."

"Camy" Mammon pulled back to hold her by her shoulders. "I like you the way you are."

They stared at each other until Mammon had to hide his rising embarrassment over his own words. "L-like, I... I think you're beautiful" he mumbled. "A-and...! As long as ya are healthy and happy, th-that's really all that matters, right?"

They hugged once more, partly because Mammon had to hide his face once again. But finally, Camy understood he was meaning it.

"Thank you, Mammon."

He gave a nod. "Make sure ya always remember that! And now... It's time to take another swim!"

With that, he tackled her into the water.

The girl was squealing, all puzzled, but Mammon wouldn't let her escape.

"I promised ya, it would be just us two and the water, right? And the Great Mammon is one to keep his promises!"

And as he grinned at her, Camy looked back with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah" she mused. "That's why you're so great."

[buckyandberries]

lonely together (1/3)

Summary: Y/N is too hung up on Bucky to see the Steve is the one for her.

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing (like once and Nat said it so it basically doesn’t count)

Word Count: 1,155

please don’t copy my work, but feel free to reblog :)

//

Y/N sighed as she clutched her vodka martini, watching Bucky flirt between girls. It was New Year's Eve, inching closer to midnight, and she wanted tonight to be the night she told him how she felt, but it wasn't going well. She was too scared to just go up to him, so she dressed in this beautiful, form-fitting wine-colored dress that was attracting every guy but him.

She thought he hadn't even noticed she was there, but the truth is, every time she took a sip of her drink or had a brief conversation with someone, his eyes burned into her, she just didn't know.

"Hey, Bashful," Y/N turned, meeting the gaze of her co-worker and closest friend, Natasha.

"Hey, Nat, you look gorgeous," she smiled to her friend who rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, look at you!" she said, as Y/N sent her back a sad smile before her eyes flickered back to the brunette super-soldier for a moment. Nat sighed, placing a comforting hand on her forearm.

"He's been looking at you all night,"

"You're incorrect,"

"Am I, though?" she asked, Y/N taking a deep breath.

"I-- I don't know anymore," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

"You can't just give up, Y/N,"

"Well, I'm gonna anyway,"

"Alright, I won't stop you, but I'm gonna be your Maid of Honor once you screw your head back on properly," the red-head said, making her friend crack a smile.

"Nat! Bruce was looking for you, he's on the balcony," Y/N looked over to see Steve who instantly flashed her a charming smile.

"Alright, thanks Steve, see you guys later," and with that, it was just Y/N and Steve.

"Hey, Y/N, you look beautiful," he said sitting down next to her.

"Thank you, as do you look very handsome," she said, making his cheeks tint.

"Thanks," he said as they sat there together in comfortable silence. "I'm surprised you're alone-- I mean, not that it's a bad thing-- I mean, I was alone too--"

"Steve, it's fine," she said, placing her hand in his to calm his rambling. "Well, I'm not very good at love,"

"I get it," he said, sending her a shy smile. "I didn't have to do much the first and only time, but I lost her," his voice got quieter as he went on, making Y/N squeeze his hand.

"You'll find someone again, I promise," she said as his lips curved.

"I was kinda hoping that would happen tonight, and hopefully in 10 minutes," he said glancing at the huge plasma-screen TV that read 11:51 PM.

"Me too," she said, her eyes wandering over to the best friend of the guy she was talking to.

"He's an idiot," Steve mumbled, catching her off guard. "He lost his arm not his brain," he said, making the pair laugh.

At that moment, something clicked as their eyes met. They weren't sure what it was, but something felt different.

//

Up until everyone began counting-down, the two had talked about anything and everything, and more. They were seeing each other in a different light, making them rethink some things.

Y/N was so mesmerized by Bucky, that all this time she dismissed the amazing, kind soul that was Steve Rogers, and he was so busy and occupied with work that it never crossed his mind to find out about someone who was right in front of him.

As people began to chant, Steve grabbed Y/N's hand, leading her through the crowds of people. The numbers getting dangerously close to zero, they both gave each other a meaningful look, before they found themselves leaning in.

At this point, Bucky had left the fifth girl he had lingered in to go find Y/N, only to see her locking lips with his best friend. He angrily sighed, walking towards them.

As they pulled away, they found themselves smiling. "Happy New Year's, Y/N," he said wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug.

"Happy New Year's, Stevie," she said before pulling away. Steve looked behind her to see a weirdly neutral looking Bucky, presuming he had seen their encounter.

"Um, I was gonna walk you home but--" she turned, meeting Bucky's gaze. Her stomach immediately flipped.

"I'll meet you out front, I won't be too long," she said, him shooting her a comforting smile before leaving her.

"Hey, doll," she gulped, struggling to keep eye-contact with him. "Sorry I didn't see you all night, I was--"

"It's fine," she blurted out, interrupting him. "I get it. Steve was good company,"

"I see, anyways--"

"Um, he was just about to walk me home, so," she hesitantly grasped his shoulders, leaning in to hug him. "Happy New Year's, Bucky,"

She pecked his cheek as she pulled away, her hand lingering on his face as they stared at each other for a second.

"You too," he said, his voice lacing with disappointment before she let her hands fall to her sides. He almost whimpered from the loss of contact.

"Don't stay out too late," she said softly, chuckling before she turned around and walked away from him.

"Yeah, you fucked this one up hard, Barnes," he heard as he looked over to see Nat and Sam.

"I know," he said lowly, suddenly sobered up. "I know,"

As Y/N left the building, the cold latched onto her, causing her to shiver. "Well done for bringing a coat, L/N," she mumbled to herself.

"Y/N!" she heard Steve say, watching him rush over to her. "It's freezing, here," he said draping his jacket over her shoulders, before putting his arm out to her. She instantly snaked her arm around his, her other hand resting on his bicep.

"Thanks, we better start moving or it's gonna be Capsicle Volume 2," she muttered causing him to erupt with laughter. Her heart fluttered, making her bite her lip from this new feeling.

"You know, when the joke is executed well, it's funny,"

They admired the streets of New York silently, smiling at each other upon hearing music and laughter from other parties. Although she tried, all Y/N could think about was what Bucky would've said if she didn't interrupt him.

Steve immediately looked over to her, frowning as she absentmindedly sighed.

"You ok?" he asked, grasping the hand that rested on his arm.

"Yeah, I will be," she said sending him a small smile. "Thanks for tonight,"

"It's the least I could do, plus I enjoy being around you, Y/N,"

"Me too, Steve," she said, taking in the cool air. "Peggy would've been one lucky gal,"

"And Bucky messed up big time, I think he knows it too," he said as she sighed.

"Well, we can be lonely together,"

"I like the sound of that," he said as she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

//

PART 2

[lizacstuff]

EPISODE 34 - Sen Çal Kapımı/Edser Asks

(asks under the read more)

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the episode? I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel which is the end of this current storyline. Very much looking forward to Eda & Serkan being reunited at which point I will delete episodes 30-34 from my memories. This episode to me had the same vibe as 32 which overall had the feeling of actual progression for Eda & Serkan. It has been said before but the amnesia storyline and Serkan falling in love with Eda again could have been much more enjoyable with better writing and no Selin or Deniz but this is the plot we were given. So hoping for another Edser filled episode that includes Serkan professing his love to Eda in front of everyone.

YES, LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL. Me too. I think we’re close to being rid of Selin and Deniz. 

As for the episode, it was a LOT better than the last one and was probably the easiest episode to watch since 28, but it’s still part of this unenjoyable arc. I agree that it had a similar vibe to 32, which was one of the best of this stretch. The writers seemed to have fixed the Edser screen time issue that plagued the last episode. I always want more, but there was enough in this episode to where at least I didn’t feel cheated. The episode was a lot lighter and had more of a romcom feel than any since Serkan lost his memory and I welcomed that as well. There were a number of very enjoyable Edser scenes AND the icing was very little Selin. 

That gave the episode room to breath, and room for Serkan and Eda to breath, which was much needed. 

Their bickering, starting at the station was fun to watch. And while I was pretty skeptical about an episode centered on Serkan trying to get Eda to admit her engagement is fake, it lead to some fun scenes. Him taunting her in the office about love gave us back some of that old romantic comedy sexual tension. Engin’s couple game gave us a few good moments, but, wow, it was really, really poorly constructed. Seriously, Serkan, you have to find someone savvier to do this sort of work for you. Leyla would have been better, even Erdem would have done better! Probably.  But the looks that Eda and Serkan were giving each other through that sequence gave me life. Squinting, peering one eye open, but always finding one another. Good stuff. 

As for the boxing, I’m glad they waited to do that sequence for a time when she had some anger at him to deal with! It just wouldn’t have been the same if they’d been playfully sparring. I equally enjoyed her beating the shit out of him and how hot her climbing all over him was. 

The catwalk was hot. Like really, super duper, 5 alarm fire, hot. I love that the editors made a 30 foot runway seem like it was 300 feet. And when they turned and she put her hand on his shoulder. I swooned. I don’t even care that it makes no sense to ask your architects to walk in a fashion show... though when one of your architects is as next level beautiful as Eda, you can see why they’d want her. (Sorry Selin, they probably saw you walk at the charity show too, but passed) Though why did they want Deniz? He’s not famous or attractive. It would have made more sense if they’d wanted the famous and handsome Serkan Bolat from the start. Though this way was more fun. GO MELO. BEST FRIEND EVER. Can we get her some sort of prize? She has her dada’s back, ALWAYS.  Serkan and Eda are going to owe her for life.

Having Eda fall off the boat was... extra. Especially since I’m sure she will be fished out no worse for the wear right off the top. Is it too much to ask that Serkan accuses Selin of pushing her? Please!?!?!?

Anonymous said: is it bad that deniz is now annoying me more as a villian than selin.. granted, last ep selin had very little screentime (thank god) and when she was there was usually playing third wheel to edser.. but deniz is slowly getting worse and worse.. manipulating eda into continuing their fake game and now basically pulling the puppet strings with selin. as much as i hated how ceren told serkan about the fake engagement, i WAS rooting her on when she yelled at him about him taking advantage of eda.

Deniz needs to take a long walk off a short pier. Good gawd he’s really turned into a psycho, hasn’t he? 

Look, I know Eda and Serkan are both awesome. They’re insanely good looking and charming and smart and successful, BUT, PEOPLE, even they are not worth losing your dignity and your sanity over. Balca, The Prince, Selin and Deniz... all gone crazy over them.

With Selin this episode, though, she sort of struck me as resigned to her fate. Like she’s still going through the motions of being a psycho stalker and playing the game, but deep down she knows she’s lost.  She’s seen this movie before, she knows what it looks like when Serkan is falling in love with Eda, and she knows it’s happening again and that she doesn’t stand a chance. She’ll keep trying on the off chance Eda gets hit by a bus (or falls off a boat) and because she is seriously not right in the brain, but she’s lost all her swagger. 

Think about all StalkerSelin has witnessed. In 30 she saw them having intense moments by the fire, in 31 she saw them having intense moments on the boat. She knows Serkan took off on her birthday to go help Eda with the project and they spent all day together. Then later that same day she was abandon by him before she could blow out her candles so that he could go save Eda, then she saw him sleep snuggling with Eda, all so they could come back and she could go spy on him planting terrariums with Eda and then he lies to her face and she watches him go to meet Eda for dinner. In this episode, Eda and Serkan were bickering about whether or not Serkan was staring at Eda and they didn’t stop when Selin entered the office and neither one even seemed to noticed her! Serkan is fixated on Eda and Selin knows it. 

She was acting defeated before she got the photos. Now that she has them... what will she do? Crawl in hole and die? One can hope!

Anonymous said: just general thoughts: i was able to enjoy this episode way more than the previous ones and not cause there was miracle occurrence in the episode.. but because there was minimal selin lol. the selin fatigue is real!!! it also helps that while yes, serkan was teasing and trying to rile eda up, he wasn't using selin to do it this episode. for some reason with how it's going (and with neslihan's emoji spoilers for next ep) i do believe he's gonna remember at the end of next ep.

The Selin fatigue is real.  They really ruined what could have been an interesting and good batch of episodes by inserting her unnecessarily into the plot. I really think amnesia was enough drama and enough of a stumbling block without this aggravating nonsense. Every second she is on screen is a chore to watch. 

As for him remembering at the end of next episode, it’s possible. A lot of people are out there selling spoilers (which almost every source of spoilers has been so wrong so many times, that I’m not sure why anyone pays attention to any of them anymore) that he remembers by the end of the next ep. 

Here’s the thing though, he has to tell Eda he loves her before he remembers.  That’s what all of this has been leading to, him falling in love with her again from scratch, so as long as that happens, it’s plausible. But any theory that involves him getting his memories back and then going after her... doesn’t ring true to me. I mean with this batch of writers anything could happen, (because they have some issues) but if they do that, then I have no idea what this entire arc has been about. 

Anonymous said: The mystery person has got to be Ferit, right? ever since that first episode back, they've been sure to throw in one scene each episode where he's delivering some sort of warning to Selin telling her to knock it off. Unless its a random new/returning character that we haven't seen as part of this arc yet.

I don’t know. He’s definitely a suspect, but here’s my thing with that theory, a) Ferit is not the sharpest tool in the shed b) Ferit is usually such a straight forward, honest character. I mean this is the guy that blurted out in episode 1 how happy he was that Serkan was engaged to such a beautiful woman because he considered him his rival for Selin. No filter. 

It’s hard for me to believe he’s become this diabolical and sneaky and savvy. I feel like if he had the photos he’d just hand them to Serkan. But we’ll see. 

He’s on my list of potentials, but I also wonder if someone hired a PI or someone to follow Selin, and on that list of suspects for me is Aydan, Babaanne, Alptekin and Serkan himself. 

Anonymous said: one of my fav scenes from last ep was weirdly the girl talk scene between melo, eda, and ayfer. them talking about eda's feelings and encouraging her was much needed. and for once in the entire show, ayfer actually spoke some sense.. guess her little stint with alex woke up her eyes to love or something lmao. we need more scenes like that where character motivations are laid out plainly.

Ayfer made up for a LOT with that one scene. Wow, she actually wasn’t thinking selfishly and put Eda’s heart first and didn’t immediately vilify Serkan. A miracle! 

It was a very good scene. And when I rank characters (in my head) from best to worst, she’s now above Piril and Ceren! Oh man, Ceren really out did herself with the way she framed Eda’s fake engagement to Serkan. I really don’t understand where her rage at Eda came from, but she better seek help soon if she wants any chance at redemption. 

Also I know it’s terrible, but when Piril was upset about Engin potentially cheating... I LAUGHED out loud. I think I might have also yelled, “SUFFER BITCH!” I really can’t stand her and I loved seeing her miserable. After enabling Selin she deserves the pain. 

Anonymous said: So I kind of felt bad for Serkan because of Eda’s strong reaction to him kissing her but at the same time, not. His out of the blue invitation to dinner and the kiss with no explanation was just never going to go over very well after his recent behavior. And of course she was going to think he got his memory back because in her mind it is the only explanation for him kissing her at this point. But at the same time it would have been really interesting to see how he reacted to her just pulling him in for another kiss. He clearly would have been totally into it and then who knows how the rest of the episode would have gone 🤷🏻‍♀️. They are stuck in a bad cycle, he overlooks her sensitivity to things due to not remembering their past and she is unable to overlook his insensitivity due to their past together. And the writers want to keep dragging this out so Eda & Serkan are constantly interrupted before they can talk stuff out.

They did a nice job of finally having Eda talk about what’s going on in her brain box. She wants her Serkan back just as he was before. Which is understandable, but she’s pinning all of her hopes on Serkan remembering and when he doesn’t she loses it. 

Thank goodness Melo and Ayfer were there to gently talk some sense to her. It isn’t his fault that he doesn’t remember and he’s not doing it on purpose. And as Melo said he’s falling in love with her again, him walking in and kissing her was a big sign of that. I think we all worried he was going to say something jerkish to her after the kiss, but he didn’t. He was just honest that he didn’t remember, and I think slapping him was a little harsh. I mean she’s definitely not in the wrong here, he’s been a whole jackass at times, but she’s putting all her effort into getting him to remember, and she’s not succeeding, but she should maybe recognize when she’s making other headway with him. You know, like him arranging a dinner and walking up and kissing her. Maybe ride that wave and see where it goes! 

As you said, if she’d kissed him again, things would have ended differently. Or if instead of getting angry she had said, “Okay, you kissed me but you still don’t remember, where do we go from here?” However, slapping him in that moment is very true to her character. We know she reacts emotionally, and her spontaneity and volatility are a part of her, and he loved all of her. 

Anonymous said: I guess the writers pay attention to some details - seems the project that got cancelled in 32 was the same Serkan said was going badly in 28. But not other details - Leyla puts down the papers to say the project was cancelled without telling Serkan, knowing that he'd see them on his desk right away, and he does. So wouldn't he have noticed the envelope the day of the surprise dinner? He had plenty of opportunity. I thought this ep it would be revealed he saw the pics but he didn't seem to know.

I find it hella hard to believe that those photos sat on his desk all day and he didn’t open them (in 33) or that they hit his desk this episode after Eda handed them to him and he didn’t open them. So, yeah, either he’s seen them or this was a big writing fail. (Right now I’m thinking it was a big writing fail).

Though personally, at this point, I don’t want them to be found until after Serkan declares his love for Eda. Let him make the decision and then lets have the evidence that makes everything guilt free and easier to humiliate and punish S/D.

Anonymous said: Is Deniz trying to trick Eda into a real legal marriage? is that what is about to happen here? I can't decide if he is worse than Selin now. I'm going to need Ayfer to bring back her threat to expose everything.

They can be equally psycho and bad. I’m not sure overall he’s worse, yet, but he was definitely way worse this episode. How has Eda not noticed that he has interrupted intense moments between her and Serkan too many times to be helpful? That’s one thing I hate about this storyline is that they have had to dumb down both Eda and Serkan to make it work. 

I have no idea what Deniz’s end game is. Is he going to trick her into marriage? But even so, what then?  If she thinks it’s a fake ceremony, but it’s real, what does he think Eda is going to do? Does he really think she’ll think his lies and tricks are charming, and stay married to him? 

Or does he think that if he gets Eda to the wedding day, and Serkan doesn’t make a move, Eda will just go “Okay, then I guess I might as well marry you for real.”  Good grief. The guy is delusional. 

I admit that I yelled, “FUCK YOU” multiple times during his scenes. This was a very vocal episode for me. I was so happy when Melo outmaneuvered him at the fashion show. Finally, someone was able to turn the tables on him. 

Anonymous said: I am so tired of hearing on Twitter that the Eda is entirely to blame for Edser not being reunited yet. Nope, that does not rest entirely on Eda or Serkan’s shoulders. The writers have created a never ending cycle of the two of them hurting each other directly & indirectly and also being manipulated by their so called childhood friend/fiancés. This Serkan does not even believe in true love and has been manipulated to think Eda is an awful person. Eda has been watching the love of her life getting cozy with Selin and he has repeatedly told her that they do not have a future together not to mention Deniz’s manipulations as well. Regardless of what they are each feeling, they do not think the other person feels the same way. The fake engagement with Deniz is awful just like Serkan’s real engagement with Selin is but again not solely Eda’s fault. And saying that Eda needs to be the bigger person because she has her memories is not fair. She does not know if he will ever get them back and again he has repeatedly said they have no future together & he is with Selin. Eda walks into that office everyday to be close to him and she puts up with his crap comments and the bs from Selin in the hope that things turnaround. And for the boxing scene, yes, it would have been great if Eda has poured out her true feelings but not 100% sure the writers would have let Serkan reciprocate in that moment not to mention Deniz showed up 3 seconds later. The real people to blame are the writers that came up with this plot where no one wins.

Someone said Eda is entirely to blame for Edser not being reunited yet? Where are you hanging out on twitter? You need to find better people to follow who understand that Serkan HAS AMNESIA and is being manipulated. No need to play the blame game on this one, it’s a horrible situation for both of them. 

Eda has been dealt a lousy hand, very lousy, she and Serkan are both victimes here trying to find their way out. That being say, she decided to go on the offensive and play a game, and in that game she’s made some tactical errors. Which is not laying blame it’s just saying she’s made some missteps. 

Where she’s going wrong, as I said above, is that she is doing everything to get Serkan to remember, and she isn’t focused in on the fact that he’s falling back in love with her regardless of his memory. That’s pretty extraordinary! 

I really think when she answered “Yes” to loving Deniz and wanting to marry him, that was one of those missteps. A big one. I’m not saying she should have bared her soul right then and there, but I think she probably would have been better off not answering the questions at all. Perhaps telling him that he can’t ask her that while he’s engaged to Selin. Turn it back on him, but saying she loves Deniz when they were having a very serious, raw moment... mistake. And that’s why the whole thing is going to go right up until the wedding day.  Let’s hope one of them puts their stubbornness aside before she’s shackled to a psycho. (Don’t worry, they will). 

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Request 1

A/N: Hi, everybody! So, I got this request AGES ago. So long ago I honestly can’t remember but I think the person has deactivated their tumblr. I’ve been super busy (because mandatory overtime during a pandemic sounds like a fantastic idea right?), but I FINALLY got it done! Their request was that they wanted something where Joe is doing one of his videos with fanmail. I hope, if they have another account or something, they find this and I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x fem!Reader

Summary: Joe’s on break from his last film and staying at his mom’s house. You decide to go see him.

Warnings: None

Taglist: @queenlover05 @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhyee @theblossomknows

 You collapsed into your car, already exhausted thinking about the drive that you had to make.

You were going to surprise your boyfriend, Joe, by driving to his mom’s house, stopping at the market, and then you were going to make one of his favorite meals and desserts. He was finally on break from his last job and you knew he needed something to help him relax.

You practically ran through the store grabbing the ingredients. The quicker you got everything, the quicker you could see him.

You pulled up and parked in the driveway. Your heart was beating a little fast. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in almost three months. You originally had plans to meet later, but you liked this idea better.

You were hoping to make it a surprise, but you knew he’d have to let you in as you didn’t have a key to his mom’s place.

That was until you saw his mother coming out, pulling her jacket around her.

You quickly got out of the car and waved to her. “Virginia! Hi!”

She jumped for a moment but then smiled when she met your eyes. She finished coming down the porch and gave you a hug. “Hi, sweetheart, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you smiled at her. You loved Virginia since the first time Joe had brought you home to meet his family. If you were being honest, you loved all of the Mazzellos. “How are you?”

Virginia just waved her hands in the air, as if batting the question away. “I’m actually headed out for the evening. One of our instructors is in a little production not too far away and she got us all tickets.” She looked you over and sighed contently. “Joe’s inside. Last I heard him he was talking to somebody on the phone. Make yourself at home, honey. The door should be unlocked.”

You thanked her and gave her another hug before you grabbed your groceries out of the car. You went in and started unpacking the groceries. The house was weirdly quiet. Most of the time when you were here it was filled with people and activity.

That was until you heard Joe’s voice.

“...this,” Joe paused. “Came from somebody in Queensland. They drew this! It looks exactly like me. Isn’t that crazy?”

It sounded like he was talking on the phone to somebody because nobody responded. You giggled to yourself. He was probably going through his fan gifts. He loved them so much and they meant so much to him. Maybe he was talking to his mom. He’d done that on occasion. He could also be talking to any of his friends.

You slowly opened the door and saw Joe sitting at his desk, his phone in front of him, surrounded by gifts from people.  You listened to him talk for a few moments before you started to make your way into the room. You figured he was just FaceTiming so you snuck in and just appeared over his shoulder.

“Oh! And this one,” Joe went to reach for another when he must’ve seen you out of the corner of his eye because he finally turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you giggled.

“About time that you noticed me here.”

“I um…hi. When did you get here?”

“About two minutes ago. You seem nervous. Talking to your other girlfriend?”

You draped your arms around Joe’s shoulder and looked at his iPad to see who he was talking to. You expected to see somebody else’s face, but you just saw the two of you. Joe was grinning at you and you watched your face contort into one of confusion.

And then you saw the comments start flying in.

‘OHMYGOSSSSSSSH!’

‘OTHER girlfriend??? As in SHE’S his girlfriend????’

Then you saw hearts and different emojis appear on the screen.

“A…are you live right now?”

Joe chuckled. “I am. And now so are you.” Joe turned back towards his phone. “So, everyone, to answer your questions, yes. This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Y/N, these are my Instagram followers.”

You waved sheepishly and then backed away so that you couldn’t see yourself on his phone.

You loved Joe, but you had stayed out of the spotlight with him because you didn’t want all that attention and press.

“Well guys, as you can see, I am being very rude to my house guest so, I gotta go. However, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart want to thank everybody that’s sent me gifts, or letters, or anything. You guys make my day and I will talk to you all soon.”

You watched as Joe waved and then pressed something on his screen, ending the video. He stood up and walked over to you wrapping you up in a hug. You buried your head in his chest, both trying to get closer to him and hide from embarrassment.

“Hi,” he laughed, you felt it in his chest.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“This is a nice surprise,” Joe kissed the top of your head. He lifted your chin and smiled at you. “I thought we were going to meet in the city later.”

“I thought I’d cook for you. I didn’t realize that you’d be on Instagram Live!”

“I decided to open some more gifts and I thought that might be easier than doing a video and posting it to Youtube.”

“And now everybody knows that we’re a couple.”

Joe smiled and then gave you a kiss on the lips.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Joe teased, after you broke apart.

“It’s not, except I’m sure your other girlfriends might be upset.”

“Ben and Gwil already know about you,” Joe continued pressing kisses to your face.

You hummed a laugh as Joe slid his hands down to your hips.

“You know, I did bring us some dinner.”

“Mmm I think I’d rather have dessert first,” Joe continued down your neck.

You giggled. “Stop it, come on, I’ll make your favorite.” You grabbed his hands and started to pull him into the kitchen. “I’ve got dessert too, and juuuust maybe, I’ll let you lick the spoon.” You winked at him over your shoulder.

Joe groaned, but happily followed you.

The two of you went into the kitchen and began making the meal. You tried to do it all yourself, but Joe insisted on helping.  It all felt very domestic. It made you imagine a time when maybe the two of you could be living together. Maybe even married. Maybe with kids running around and…

“Y/N! The water’s boiling over!”

You snapped out of your daydream and quickly turned the temperature down.

“Are you okay? You spaced out for a minute there.”

You turned to look at him as he continued cutting up the vegetables.

“Yeah, I just…was thinking.”

“About?”

You felt some heat come to your cheeks. You and Joe hadn’t talked about moving in together yet and you didn’t want to scare him away.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

Joe stopped and turned to look at you.

“Nothing, huh?”

You shrugged and turned away, hoping he didn’t notice the dusting of blush on your cheeks. You felt Joe wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.

“Well, if you were thinking about the same thing I was then you were picturing the two of us doing something like this in a place of our own. Maybe a tiny apartment in Manhattan  that we can barely move around in. Or we could buy a place near here. Or, hell, we could just buy an RV  and roam the country.”

You turned around so that you were facing Joe, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You know, if you want to live with me, Mazzello, all you have to do is ask.”

Three Months Later:

Joe Mazzello Is Bored has posted a new video: Moving In- Our New Place

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Dreaming of You - Bang Chan

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~Finally after so long I finally finished something ���� I hope Y’all like it!

…….

Y/N

Tossing your bags on the ground you kicked your door closed behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, another long day finally finished. You entered your small apartment discarding your shoes and jacket by the front door, leaving them in a pile on the ground to deal with in the morning. You’re eyes watered as you let out a yawn you had been holding in since lunch time. Who ever knew a remedial office job could be so taxing. Everyday you felt more and more drained from your everyday life. You grabbed a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge and plopped down on your couch, not bothering to heat it up. Cold pizza was better anyways. A strong meow emerged from the pillow underneath your foot as you lounged on the long sofa. Out crawled your feline Mozzie, the long haired tuxedo cat gave you an annoyed headbutt on your foot and sulked off to your bedroom to claim his place at the foot of your bed. You took out your phone and began scrolling through your TikTok feed. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched the trends and fancams scroll by. Time seemed to slow and eventually it felt like it stopped all together as your head fell back on the arm of the couch and your phone dropped from your hand. Your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep. 

…….

-Where am I- you asked yourself. The world felt hazy and unrecognizable. You lifted your head, confused and dazed. This is a dream, it has to be, you thought. Looking around, you were in a small room, a laptop and briefcase on a table in front of you. Why did this all seem so familiar to you? It was like you’d seen it on T.V. or the internet before. The orange walls and black chairs felt like a distant memory you couldn’t quite reach. The clock in the corner caught your eye. 2:30 am. Damn, that’s late, you thought. You stood up from the black swivel chair you were sitting in and a wave of exhaustion hit you like a bus. Your hands landed on the table in front of you as your vision went blurry. That’s odd, you’d never felt anything like this in a dream before. Was it even possible to feel tired while asleep? You looked down at your hands on the table. That couldn’t be right. Those weren’t your hands. The hands in front of you were male, a few rings adorned their fingers. Panicked, you looked around the room for anything with a reflective surface so you could see yourself. The silver of the briefcase was too dull, and the room had no windows. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door. 

“Hey man it’s late we should go home.” The voice sounded so familiar, but you couldn;t place it. It was weirdly deep, and was that an accent? You opened your mouth to reply-

…….

You jolted up from the couch to find a very impatient Mozzie staring up from your lap waiting to be fed his prompt 7:00 am breakfast. You rubbed your stomach where he had crash landed on you. That was a wild dream, you thought. You’d never experienced something that felt so real before. What was it that people called it? Lucid dreaming? You shrugged your shoulders and turned your attention to your day ahead. You emerged from your couch cocoon and trudged over to the kitchen, Mozzie following close behind. While getting his breakfast you threw on a playlist and began your early 2000’s movie worthy, get ready montage.

…….

CHAN

Chris stumbled into his room, dropped his briefcase on the ground and collapsed on his bed. He buried his face in his pillow, exhaustion hitting him like a brick wall. He could hear a small groan coming from one of his room mates across the room. Rolling over he pulled his comforter up to crash for the night, or whatever was left of it. He needed to stop getting old. It was getting harder and harder to pull these all nighters. His body felt heavy and head hurt from staying up too long. His eyes barely open, he reached over to his phone, 4:00 am it read. He plugged it in and his head dropped back to his pillow.

…….

Chris opened his eyes and found himself staring at a kitchen stove, eggs quickly crisping in front of him. He quickly turned off the burner and moved the pan before it started smoking. He looked around the room, a small apartment? Were the members playing a joke on him? Was he still dreaming? The apartment was small but bright. Sun filtered in from the windows and danced on contemporary furniture. The hardwood floors felt cold under his feet. He had lucid dreams before, but this felt oddly real. He ran his fingers through his long hair. Wait long? He looked around the room and spotted a mirror by the front door. He quickly ran to it.

 Okay now he knows he must be dreaming. In the mirror staring back at him was a girl, long hair, and bright eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest confused, He looked down surprised at how real he felt. He uncrossed them quickly as he felt heat in his cheeks. This was not what he meant when he said he wanted to join the committee. He’d never seen her before, maybe a face in the crowd or a fan. He’d see so many people everyday it was hard to remember. 

A sudden meow made him jump. Fear is normal in a dream right? That’s what nightmares are, he assured himself. He looked over to the counter to see a fluffy black and white cat perched staring at him with big blue eyes. 

“Well hello there,” He played with the tag around the feline’s neck. “Mozzie, that’s a cute name.”

…….

Chris awakened to pillows being thrown at him from across the room. He groaned, stretching and sitting up to see Hyunjin who was probably about ready to shake him awake.  

“Come on Chan hyung, we gotta go in a bit.” Chris groaned and looked at his phone. His reflection in the mirror showed his own face looking back at him. He sighed of relief knowing he was himself again. 

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few.” He stood up ready to begin their schedule filled day. He rubbed his head, he could barely remember being at JYP last night. One minute he was working the next Felix was dragging him home. And what was with that dream. He didn’t think he’d ever lucid dreamt not as himself, but he supposed it wasn’t impossible.

…….

Y/N

Your eyes couldn’t stare at your computer anymore. You couldn’t tell if it was the fluorescent lighting or the numbers on your screen, but your head felt like it was going to explode. Today felt like a blur. You could barely even remember getting ready this morning. You looked around your small little cubicle. You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to rest my eyes super quickly. You pushed your keyboard aside and laid your head down on your desk.

…….

Your surroundings were different this time. You were in a big space, what looked like a stage maybe? Your concert dreams sometimes felt vivid, but this was more vivid than being at a concert. The lights, the people, it felt too real. You looked down at your hands, they were the same from last night. Your outfit was noticeably different too, boots, black skinny jeans, and grey T-shirt. 

“Hey, Chan-hyung! Come on, it's time to practice. Dude are you okay?” You looked suddenly up from your hands to see a very concerned Kim Seungmin. This is definitely a dream right? “Hyung are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You said, but the voice wasn’t yours. Instead of your voice, a much deeper aussie accented voice came from your mouth. So, you were dreaming you were Bang Chan? Your dreams kept on getting weirder and weirder. 

“Come on hyung.” Seungmin grabbed your arm and pulled you up toward the stage. Much like the exhaustion last night you were surprised by how real his hand felt on your wrist. You could feel his grip on your forearm. When you reached the stage a staff member handed you both a microphone and ushered you onto the large performance area. Here the other members of Stray Kids sat waiting for you both.

“Alrighty let’s get this show on the road, we’re doing Levanter right?” Asked Changbin.

“Yeah, that and Double Knot.” Jisung called out. Your heart raced and you froze.. Levanter, Double Knot? Sure you knew the songs, but did you KNOW them. You did a silent prayer that your dream self knew what they were doing and lined up with the other boys.  

Thankfully you knew more than you thought and you performed the songs almost perfectly. It almost felt like you had done it a thousand times before as lyrics flowed from your mouth on cue, and your body moved to the music. Maybe you’d binged watched performances too many times and it was now stuck in your head. As you sat down on the stage your breathing was heavy. And was that sweat? Did someone turn up the temperature in the office? A phone fell out of your pocket. Facial recognition opened it. Looking through the apps you found Instagram. The Straykids official account? This could be fun. You held up your phone and snapped a quick selfie. In the caption you wrote “Can’t wait to see you Stay. #bangchan #LoveStay🐺” Here’s a gift dream Stays, you smiled, laying down and closing your eyes.

…….

Ding! Your head shot up from your desk. You could feel marks on your face left from the bumps in your sweater. Blinking the tiredness from your eyes you quickly peeked your head around to see if anyone had noticed you were asleep. Thankfully no one was really paying attention. You looked over at the source that disturbed your napping. When the screen lit up you were surprised to see a notification, @realstraykids posted. You slid the notification open and immediately dropped your phone on the ground. You scrambled to pick it up, your hands shaking. The loaded post was a selfie of Bang Chan and the caption read, “Can’t wait to see you Stay. #bangchan #lovestay 🐺”. What did this mean??

…….

CHAN

Practice was exhausting. At least Chris thought it was. It all seemed to pass by in a blur. One second he was getting ready backstage and the next he was collapsed on the floor after performing.  Maybe he was just tired? He wasn’t sure. It felt like he had woken up this morning more sleepy than when he went to bed if that was even possible. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned towards his kids. 

“Alright, everyone has to be back at JYP by four, got it?” They nodded and one by one stood up to go rest until their performance that evening. After they had left Chris trudged his way back to his studio where he hoped he could get some peace and quiet to nod off for a few hours.

…….

When Chan awoke he was back in the same apartment laying on the couch in the open plan living, kitchen, dining, everything space. He looked down. Yup same girl. He got up and began looking around for clues as to who she was. Her decorating style was simple, but trendy. There were a lot of potted plants on the window sills, monochrome grey furniture with accent throw pillows and blankets, and fairy lights that hung from the ceiling on the walls. 

He turned a corner into a small bedroom. It had the same style as the space outside, but something caught his eye. Over on one wall was a set of shelves adorned with pictures, Polaroids, knick knacks, books, and music albums. Chris wandered over to view the collection. He smiled as he focused on one particular shelf. This shelf held albums that were yellow, red, grey, and purple. He recognized the designs he had put his own input into.  The light stick they had worked so hard on. On that shelf sat a Polaroid that had a very familiar face on it, his own. He smiled to himself, so you’re a Stay huh?   

 …….

Y/N

As you relaxed into your seat on the bus you stared at the ticket in your hand. Maybe if you asked him about it he would know, or he’d think you were absolutely delusional. You shook your head, you were lucky enough to get into this fansign. You weren’t sure it was worth the risk of sounding crazy, not only in front of Bang Chan, but possibly other members as well. You gripped the letter you had written him tightly in your hand. The whole situation made your stomach queasy just thinking about it. You had been nervous enough to sit in front of them and actually have to talk to them, but with this on top of that your nerves were on a whole other level. You shook your head and pushed the thought aside. You were finally going to a Stray Kids fansign you should be excited and happy. You placed your letter into your album and stared out the window, hoping your nerves would begin to settle.

…….

CHAN

Chris took his seat in his chair ready for another evening with stays. He sat at the long table at the front of the room. It had been decorated to match their latest album. There were about a hundred chairs lined up neatly all the way to the back of the room. In each one sat a lucky Stay that was there to greet them. He was excited he was getting to see Stay again, they always gave him a smile and made his heart a little lighter. Although, he was a bit more tired than usual. These strange lucid dreams he’d been having really didn’t make for restful sleep. He hoped it wouldn’t affect his performance today and that Stays didn’t notice. He’d hate to make them worry. JYP staff began assisting fans lining them up to get ready to sit with each member. There were a lot of people here today. With each and every comeback their gatherings seemed to grow more and more, and the venues increased in size. 

It was like any other fansign. He sat and smiled and shared a brief moment with each and every Stay in front of him. A few Stays mentioned they hoped he was resting enough, but not too many, he assured them he was and that was that. He held their hands and laughed with them, and smiled for his fansites' cameras. Everything was going off without a hitch.

The last group was getting ready to stand in line to see them, when Chris did a double take. A wisp of long hair and a nervous smile had caught his attention. He shook his head. Minho, who was seated next to him, shot him a look of confusion. Chris shook his head and mouthed that it was nothing, but he couldn’t keep himself from peering over at a familiar head of hair in line. He did his best to focus on the stays in front of him, however in between he couldn’t help but glance over as she made her way closer and closer to him.

…….

Y/N

Your hands couldn’t stop shaking as you got closer and closer in line to see the members. At least he wasn’t the first one so you could relax a little. The line seemed to move so quickly, would seconds be enough? You’d never been to a fansign before. You thought about the letter you had stashed in the back of your album, there’s no way you could sneak that to him. You were going to have to hope for the best. 

“Miss?” You snapped out of it to see a staff member waving you over as it was your turn.

The first member was Changbin. He smiled a sweet smile at you and said hello. You spoke for a moment, commenting on how cute his hair was. And you moved on to Hyuinjin and the process repeated. Then Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N.. 

Everything was going smoothly until you reached Minho. He was right before Chan and you could feel your nervousness creeping back up on you now that he was so close. Your hands began to shake again and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You did your best to muster up a hello to Minho. He smiled at you, a little concerned he took your hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Your eyes flashed to him then quickly to Chan and the down at the table. He leaned in a little closer to you so only you could hear. “Don’t worry, there's no need to be nervous, I promise he won’t bite.” You looked back up at him and he winked at you. You smiled at him and thanked him before standing and moving to sit in front of Chan.

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CHAN

Chris smiled and waved goodbye to the Stay in front of him. Reaching behind him to grab a bottle of water and began to greet the next Stay. “Hello there, how are y-” His sentence stopped, It was her, the girl from the dream. He remembered her long flowing hair, her eyes, and her smile. Chris felt frozen in time. She was prettier in person. It was different looking at her face to face instead of in front of a mirror.

“Hi Chan, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She said with a smile. “It’s almost like a dream.”

“Hi there,” Chris paused hesitantly, wanting to ask about what she knew, but worried she wouldn’t believe him. “You remind me of someone I’ve seen in a dream.” Her eyes widened a little.

“Really? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a few dreams about you.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but her mouth closed and she looked at me expectantly. 

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s Y/N.” Chris chuckled to himself. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just, I’ve been trying to figure that out since the moment I saw you.” She blushed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You look tired, have you been sleeping okay?” He asked.

“I could say the same about you, but I���ve been having weird dreams lately,” She paused. “Dreams that I was you.” Chris smiled. “I dreamt about your rehearsals today actually. In the dream I was scared I wouldn’t know Levanter or Double Knot.” She laughed.

Chris looked up at her confused. He thought back to last night and earlier this afternoon. The pieces of his memories that were blurry, the end of the night at the studio, the Instagram post he didn’t remember posting, and the songs that no one except the members and the staff knew they were performing later on this evening. Could it be this was a two way street? Chris looked behind him, making sure the staff weren’t paying attention. He took his pen and wrote something down in her album. 

“Well, I hope to see you again. Maybe we’ll meet in our dreams.” He smiled and waved goodbye as she went to go take her seat in the audience. He kept a close eye on her as she carefully opened her album and read what he wrote. 

…….

Y/N

Did that really just happen? You were so nervous you could barely even hint on what you wanted to ask him. Your hands were still shaking and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Probably better you didn’t or he would’ve thought you were crazy. You were happy you got to speak to him at least. You made your way back to your seat and carefully opened your album. You flipped slowly through it until you reached the page he had written in. Reading it made your heart almost beat out of your chest. You looked back up to him still on stage, still looking at you, with a comforting but knowing smile. 

Y/N,

 I hope we get to see each other in our dreams again. And maybe when we’re awake too. I’m sorry you had to endure our rehearsals instead of me today. Say hello to Mozzie for me. 

-Bang Chan

[ubemango]

commission 5: otiyr!hoseok

note: for anon who was so kind to help me back in November! I am so sorry this took so long to get out v_v;;; ........... I hope you enjoy ;_;!!!!!

note 2: U kno when person A be like *super tough on the outside AND has no Knowledge of baring themselves to someone AT ALL AND!!!!!! IS SOFT TO ONLY ONE PERSON BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY CAN BARE THEMSELVES TO THEM* and then person B be like *I am the only person they can bare themselves to so I try really hard to get them to come out of their shell ONLY IF THEY WANT TO this is a healthy relationship I like to poke at them sometimes, it’s fine*? Yea this is that but make it more pine-y. Best friends to lovers? It’s more likely than you think!

Coach Park blew the whistle. Obviously this meant that practice had finished, but Hoseok was convinced it’s what called upon the bad omen.

The hockey team’s time at the rink ended right at 3pm. This gave Hoseok exactly ten minutes to shower, three minutes to fend off a nagging Yoongi for practice again the next day, and twenty seconds to realize he had one minute to reject Soojin if he wanted to make it to class on time.

He had no idea how long she’d been there. She sat like a flower, right at the edge of the bleachers, cardigan wrought so tight around her shoulders as if to fend off the tundras. He wondered if she was waiting for Jeongyeon—the figure skaters got the rink for the next three hours now—and that is when he made the fateful mistake of catching Soojin’s eye right when he was about to slip through the exit.

“H-Hoseok!”

First, the freeze-up. Hoseok adjusted his gym bag for the sake of fidgeting; he didn’t even get the chance to pretend he didn’t see her, creep away unnoticed. She’s fast, anyhow, hopping over the bench and standing shy in front of him just as he’s turned around.

“Hey,” she greeted.

Hoseok nodded, only slightly pained. “Needed something?”

Behind her, Hoseok watched Jeongguk coming up, wiggling his eyebrows at him right as he passed by and out the door. Flaunting that exit like it was meant to encourage him to stay just a little longer. Hoseok felt threatened. Soojin took no notice.

“Yeah… it’s—well. How are you?”

“Fine.”

(Soojin most likely had no idea he had class at 3:15.)

“Oh! That’s… good. Well—I don’t want to keep you for long, and I-I know… i-it’s kind of sudden, but. We’ve been talking for a while now and I just—wanted to ask if you wanted to—just—hang out, someday. Like go out, or whatever.”

Ah, Hoseok thought sadly, I’m going to die, right here.

The first response he considered was to refute her claim that they’d been talking for a while—Soojin had offered help with chemistry homework when Jimin wasn’t available for tutoring anymore. He wasn’t aware that discussing the halogenations of alkanes over text qualified as the talking stage. That made him feel weirdly old.

Something else he considered: she was very pretty. He could admit to that. Soojin had eyes like raindrops, small ears with moon-shaped studs. An easy gait except for when she was nervous—and she looked very, very nervous.

Soojin was a nice person. Soojin deserved a nice answer.

“I don’t want to,” he said, which was not a nice answer.

He realized this the second Soojin’s gaze dropped to the floor. It reminded Hoseok of those sparkly cartoon girls, the teardrops that teased, never fell. She wouldn’t cry. No one ever cried for him like that.

“Ah—sure, that’s… fine.”

Hoseok never prided himself for being curt. He was just consistent at saying the wrong things, he remembered you saying, and he had lecture starting in less than a minute. Combine all these together, mix in the inability to read a situation properly, and you got the everlasting unease of being Utterly and Ridiculously Fucked. He felt very pained now.

Hoseok watched Soojin fidget again, shifting her stance. Contemplating that exit Hoseok just wanted to go through.

He was supposed to say something now.

“You can delete my number, if you want. I don’t mind. You don’t need it anymore, right? Since we already handed in that assignment.”

She was quiet. Slowly, Hoseok watched her face transform into what he could only guess was unabated anger. Her nose scrunched.

Then she slapped him.

Hoseok, holding his cheek (which did not ache at all, Soojin wasn’t strong like that), watched her stomp out, shoving the doors open with an animosity he didn’t think she had.

He was most definitely going to be late for class.

.

.

.

The astrophysics study commons is a quaint, aggressive space. There’s posters of Saturn and chalkboard lining the walls with confusing equations scribbled in white and at least five people arguing about velocity in the corner farthest away. This is where people find answers and actually make sense of situations. Hoseok  discusses his tragedy here for this exact purpose.

You sit back in your chair, playing with your slide rule. “She text you after?”

“Nope.”

“Did you want me to give my opinion?”

“Sure.”

You slap him.

“What—!” Now Hoseok has had plenty of time to dwell on his follies last night. But a second time? He wonders if he actually deserves good things in his life. He rubs at the poor spot on his cheek. “You didn’t need to resort to violence!”

“You’re so stupid!”

It’s not unlike you to tell it as it is. He’s known you for seventeen years now, the nicest thing you’ve ever said to him was back in fourth grade when you’d called him a good co-parent of your pet caterpillar. “Damn.”

“I mean you’ve always been bad with these things but I didn’t think you’d do something like that.”

“Like what?”

“Be a complete asshole,” you deadpan.

“I didn’t think it was that bad—“

“You told her to delete your number!”

So it was a bad move. He recognizes this. “It’s not like I don’t feel bad.”

The silence lingers as you catch your breath, watch him pensively. Something about the speed of light is being discussed in the background. He feels weirdly exposed.

“I want to try something,” you say finally.

Hoseok’s eyes narrow at you. “What.”

You stare at him blankly. For a second he thinks you’re going to slap him a second time, but instead comes—

“Hoseok, I really like you.”

The coldest, startling feeling runs up his spine. He reflexively says, “That’s disgusting,” and comes to the conclusion that the universe hates him.

“See! You can’t just say that!” You squawk.

“Why not?!”

“What if I had secret feelings for you that had been festering for years and you broke my heart?!”

“Do you?” Hoseok says, slightly alarmed.

“Wha—would you be mad if I did?”

“I would be mad if you did.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying. You’re so mean about feelings.” He watches you focus on the chalkboard behind his ear. He briefly remembers drawing a loopy spaceship on it. “Look. I’m gonna pretend to be a girl confessing to you, and I want you to be more—sentimental. Okay?”

This is the weirdest thing about you. For someone so annoyingly logical about science, you still somehow kept in touch with romance. The dewy-eyed. Everything Hoseok didn’t know. He remembers junior year and the slow dance with Yubok, and how he accidentally fumbled his knuckles against her back—too low, she’d whispered harshly—and how you’d come back from hiding behind one of those big planters near the entrance, looking sparkly and gentle, mussed up, and somehow he knew you were having the best night of your life, and he’d just accidentally ruined his. He remembers that he has never been cut out for this.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Hoseok sneers, thinking about how the universe loved you.

“Too bad,” you say. “I’m gonna start. Hoseok?”

He might get smacked a third time if he doesn’t comply, so he replies, “Yeah?”

You feign shyness. Casting your eyes down, fidgeting with your shirt. “I-I… Well, I just wanted to… tell you something.”

“Sure,” he says.

Your timidness slips into anger in a blink. “I said be sentimental!”

“What—did you want to tell me?” He tries again, shrinking.

“I think—Well, I think you’re really cute—and—“ you cross your arms, and he so badly wants to yell at you to stop— “and… I was wondering. If. You wanted to grab coffee sometime?”

His answer rolls down his tongue too fast for him to catch. “No,” he says flatly, and instantly he flinches to block your slap against his arm.

“Hoseok!”

“I can’t take this seriously.”

“But I want you to be in tune with your feelings,” you whine.

“I’m plenty in tune with my feelings,” he argues. “And I’m feeling invaded right now.”

“There’s a good two feet between us right now.”

“You’re breathing in my direction, it’s enough.”

You ignore this, and reach for his hand lain flat on the table. “How does this feel?”

Surprisingly, the first word that comes to his mind is safe. But that is not a safe response. “Feels—like you’re holding my hand?”

“Ugh. Just—look into my eyes,” you urge next.

“Okay.”

They don’t curve into softness like Soojin’s does. Your gaze is hard, strikes him so hard it’s almost mortifying. Then your hand squeezes his. He discovers that he likes it.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you say, oozing sweetness in your voice. Subdued, something you were not. Hoseok wants to throw up. “So please just consider me, okay?”

He nods, speechless.

You revert right back to your previous stance and let go of his hand. It’s almost like a betrayal. Hoseok wonders why his heart is leaping. “So how was that?”

“You’re so fucking weird,” he spits.

“I’m helping you. Look. Let’s make it a thing! I’ll teach you how to be romantic and all that stuff.”

“I’m not trusting the expert of Tiger Beat romance, thank you very much.”

You ignore his quip. “You’re a good guy, Hoseok. Soojin might’ve come on a little too strong and so did you but—really! You’re a good guy! Who deserves love and stuff because it’s just nice to have!”

Hoseok sighs. It’s not that he hated the idea of being in love, he just couldn’t help but be unavailable. Pre-occupied. He said things he didn’t mean. You know this about it him.

“Fine.” And before you can cheer, he adds, “But don’t… tell anyone about this.”

“But the big scary hockey man getting slapped by the tiniest person on campus story is so—“

“Don’t push it,” he says.

“Whatever.” You snort. “Yes, fine, it stays between us. Yay! Okay. Tomorrow I have a study group so we might need to meet up two days from now, let me check my schedule…”

You grab your planner from your bag, scanning the pages. Hoseok has the vaguest feeling that he’s in trouble.

[yuvon-writes-letters]

[The first thing you notice about the letter immediately, is that it’s stained with some kind of orange liquid. The ink is smudged, but thankfully, it’s still readable]

To Yuvon,

The fact that you have accommodations for reading and gaming when you don’t have anything for food is so funny to me. The god is just like ‘I’ll give this woman endless books and arcade games, but I can’t be bothered to feed her so I’ll just make her full forever!’ It’s giving me new-born AI vibes. [There’s a crude picture of a stereotypical robot, square head, antenna, etc. with it’s head slightly tilted, almost as if confused]

It’s kind of like, the dimension/possible super-natural entity is trying to satiate your needs in the most efficient way possible. They won’t have to waste food on you if your never hungry or thirsty, and they’ll never have to waste medical supplies if they make you more durable. The only living accommodations problem they solved normally is entertainment, and I guess the only reason why they did that is because they can’t just, pump serotonin into your brain. That’s just my own theory though.

If, theoretically, a person/super-natural was keeping you here for some kind of purpose, then we’d have to assume that there is something to gain by specifically making you send letters to other alternate versions of you. I can’t think of what that could possibly be, but it’d, have to do with Duskwood, wouldn’t it? That’s literally the only thing connecting you and me.

Bruh, what if the, actual Man Without A Face is behind this, wouldn’t that be wild???

I digress, you do have your phone right? If so, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk with not just Jake, but the Duskwood Squad(tm), too, not about your situation (obviously, but maybe, only do that if you see no alternatives). Just so that we can confirm that everything is normal back on Earth. Also to confirm, do you have signal? Can you use a navigation system on your phone? Etc.

Imagine if J our mutual hacker friend finds out about this, mine seems chill enough, but yours sounds like he would flip his shit if someone even looked at you bad.

-Rainer

PS. I’m so sorry about the orange juice stain, I was about to send this off when my cat knocked the glass over. I hope ya don’t mind.

Rainer,

Yeah, now that you say it, it really is sort of hilarious XD

There's definitely a thought. "Efficiency" would be a good motivation for why those rooms look like that. If that's the case though, I'm a little worried about the size of the library and the game room. There's... quite a few books and games.

There's a couple possible reasons I can see that I'm here. One: something was bored and thought it'd have some fun by shoving me in here. Two: whatever this thing is REALLY wants the case solved, to the point that it kidnapped me here and gave me the chance to connect to other people in the same situation. Three: there's some personal motivation, most likely related to me specifically and not you. Four: this is some sort of weird eldritch social experiment. Five: Duskwood is a WAY weirder place than even we knew so far.

You know, weirdly, the theory that the MWAF is behind this holds a tiny bit of water if it's the original MWAF from the legend and not the imitator. I didn't think about that before. But that would mean the MWAF would have a lot more power than I'm necessarily comfortable with an avenging figure having, especially one that targets innocents too...

As for my phone: There's only a couple features that really seem to work. The clock is just gone, there's no date and no time, just nothing. There's no internet whatsoever, and when I tried to call emergency services when I first ended up here I couldn't get through. I struck up a small chat with Cleo, earlier, so texting them does work, but not really anyone else. I just tried the navigation system; it basically is just telling me that there's no connection.

Most features of my phone, on further experimentation, seem to work, so long as they don't connect to the world outside of the Duskwood case, and don't have anything to do with hell-in-woods-land. The charge on my phone doesn’t seem to be going down, either. I texted everyone for a general check in just now. Let's see what they say.

It's... been a couple days by now, right? I can't really tell in this place. Anyhow, Jessy and Thomas are still staying together in the same place. Everyone is still alarmed and concerned about them to some extent. The letter from Madruga hasn't returned yet.

It's not just me who thinks this is all way too static, right? Like, time's running, and they're all going about their days, but nothing's HAPPENING. No progress, no setbacks, no more information, no more questions, no processing of or fading of or change in emotions, nothing.

Agh, I don't know anything anymore.

Anyhow. About our mutual hacker friend: yes and no? He definitely worries about me a lot, especially when things were happening like my phone getting hacked and whatever. But more than that, I feel like he's someone who doesn't feel secure unless he's got some measure of control over his surroundings. Everything's been spiralling out of their predictable patterns and everything's changing, and this is one more serious change to add to the pile. One he can't do anything about, to boot.

That makes me sort of torn for a lot of reasons. I sort of feel like a hypocrite for being upset about him keeping things like that he'd called the victim from me when I'm keeping my LITERAL KIDNAPPING a secret from him. On the other hand, if I ever tell him, he'll be more upset proportional to how much time I take to tell him. On the other other hand, going by how I think he feels about me, this whole situation seems like something that'd be in his nightmares.

Okay. Depressing. Time to switch subjects.

Pff— gotta love pets, amirite? I remember once my dog literally ate my homework. That was interesting to explain to my teachers XD

All my best to your cat,

—Y

Wait. Why are there local multiplayer games in the game room?

Uh. Well. That's. Interesting. What the fuck.

With that in mind, signing off now.

—Yuvon

(When you’re done reading, the letters tuck themselves into the paper clip with the others.)

[britishboystm]

American Girl Pt. 2 (18+)

Warnings: Smut, Drug Use, Alchol, Violence, Swearing

A/N: I know it’s sort of weird that I do it from Matthews pov but I wanted to stay true to the book and see how it turned out. Might be really weird but idk I like it.

Part 1

———

I didn’t really have plans for the day. Last night had sort of put me off of the boys so I decided it was better to be alone. No distractions, just my own thoughts to carry me through the morning, afternoon and night. I didn’t mind really, just had to figure out where the day would take me.

After I had eaten as well as ignored my parents and their cries of worry for my future, I packed up a couple beers and a baggy of hash to keep me afloat.

A true survival kit.

Once I had left and was on my way, I found myself getting on the DART to uptown. I don’t know what I was looking for but I went anyway.

The sidewalks seemed just a tad more clean and the streets were peaceful. These were things I hadn’t noticed the first time around. All thanks to Kearney.

I was in my own head for a while but my body stopped me. I look up to see the oh so familiar house. This time I was able to properly look at the detailing. The house itself was a nice light blue with white trimming and a big open lawn out front. Sure beat my boring, brown square of a place.

I stood for a while just looking, as though I was expecting something exciting to happen. I stood a little longer and then the door flew open and a group of girls came pouring out laughing about something. Then almost like the parting seas, she came out at the very end, half listening to the story being told by one of the blondes of the group and closes the door behind her. She seemed slightly out of it. It was obvious she didn’t really care for the conversation. Her eyes scan her front yard before they land on me. I stayed glued where I was standing. I had no desire to move.

“Give me a second guys.” She calls out to her friends who were already heading to the car. They all stopped talking and looked at her then me. Some of them gave looks of disapproval and some smirked. They all knew my friend group's reputation. We didn’t mix well with them really.

She runs down the steps and I can’t help but see her move in slow motion, almost like a cliche romance movie.

“Aren’t you one of the ass hats that were yelling out front yesterday?” I snap out of it and look down at my shoes in embarrassment.

“Well to be fair I wasn’t the one doing the yelling.”

“Right.”

“Um I was actually just walking around and I happened to walk by your house. You went to my school right?”

“Possibly.” She was playing with me, a smirk on her face.

“So what’s your name.” I had to know her name.

“Y/N. You?” I thought for a moment. Saying her name over and over again in my head.

“Matthew.” I awkwardly put my hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you Matthew.” I just continue to shake her hand before she giggles and retracts from the awkward action.

“Um I have to go but I’m throwing a school end party tonight. You and your friends should come. I’m counting on you to keep the raughty one in check though.” She laughs.

“Sure I’ll run it by them.” Lies. I wasn’t going to say jack shit. Keanrey has been pissing me off lately and Rez was also in a weird mood the day before.

“Cool. I’ll see you tonight then?” She seemed genuinely happy that I was going to show up. At least I hope that was the reason for the big smile on her face.

“Yeah see you later.” She nods and walks off to meet up with her friends. With one glance back at me she got into the passenger seat of the car and drove off to god knows where.

It was going to be my mission to talk to her tonight.

“Ass hat?” I mouthed to myself. I had never heard that one before.

———

I decided to head home for a while to get ready. I wasn’t one to care about the way I look and I didn’t usually try this hard for any girl. But there was just something different about Y/N. She weirdly enough made me want to look somewhat presentable. So after an hour of looking for what to wear I just decided on a semi clean t shirt and jeans, also putting on my most well kept shoes.

I stashed away any type of pill I could find laying around my room, hash and a bottle of vodka.

Keanrey had asked me to hang out earlier but I said no. I also didn’t tell him where I was going. I’m sure he knew about the party but we always crashed parties together so if I wasn’t around he wouldn’t bother trying.

Nerves were settling in as I took a couple shots outside my house door. I needed to loosen up.

The ride over was not too bad, the vodka was taking its course and I felt a little more at ease compared to when I left the house. But once I got off and started to walk up to the house, the stress set in again. I could hear edm pounding and flashing lights started to come into view.

As I fully approached the house I noticed that this was nothing I had ever imagined. It looked like it came straight out of a Hollywood movie. Y/N clearly knew how to throw a party

I take a deep breath and make my way inside, tons of people I knew from school stopped to give me nasty looks.

I then saw my cousin who was talking with a couple friends. We weren’t super close but she was at least someone I knew.

“Sarah!” I call out. She turns from her friends and notices me. She gives a small smile before excusing herself.

“Matthew. Just got here and already look like shit. What’s new?” I roll my eyes.

“I’ll have you know I actually tried to look presentable tonight. I’m here for Y/N.”

“Aw how cute. I actually haven’t seen her around so I don’t know where she could be.”

“Hey!” We both look over to see an angry looking dude storming over towards us. I frown before he pushes Sarah out of the way and stares me down.

“Making moves on my woman?” He was fuming, nostrils flared. I definitely didn’t want to mess with him.

“Huh?” I was still slightly drunk so I was confused as well as scared shiftless.

“Trying to fuck my girl mate?” I couldn’t even speak a word before he raises a fist and whaps me straight in the nose. I fall back onto the floor and grab my nose in pain.

“Conor what the fuck that’s my fucking cousin.” His eyes go wide.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sarah I didn’t me-“

“You always do this.” She yells at him before quickly bending down.

“Matthew are you okay?” I’m still seeing two.

Then an angel stood above me as well. A look of worry on her face as she leans forward to inspect me closer.

“I’ll deal with it Sarah, go manage your mammoth of a boyfriend.” She nods then looks down again.

“Sorry Matthew.” Her voice held a sense of shame. Then she walks off, leaving me and the angel.

“Matthew? Can you hear me?”

“Uh huh.” I respond.

“Jesus your nose is bleeding. Let’s go upstairs okay?” She lifts up my dead body weight and with the help of another party goer gets me into her bedroom. She got me onto the bed and I couldn’t help what I said next.

“If you wanted to get me into bed you could have just asked.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

———

“You’re a real dumb ass, you know that?” She slightly snickered as she dabbed the cold wet cloth against my bleeding nostril. I took this opportunity to stare at her.

“What?” She giggles.

“Nothing. You’re just really pretty is all.” Hopefully my tipsy Irish charm would do the trick. After all, she was the only reason I showed up to this party in the first place.

She blushes slightly, before removing the cloth and tossing it into an empty corner of her room.

“Alright mister I think you need some rest. You can sleep in here tonight, get that head cleared up.” She ruffles my hair before lightly pushing me down onto the mattress and then getting up to leave.

“Wait where are you going?” I pouted slightly, hoping she would take pity on me. I probably looked like an absolute arse but I didn’t care.

“I’m going back downstairs. Can’t leave my guests without a host, now can I?”

“Just a little longer, I have a blunt we can share.” I pull the rolled paper out of my pocket, using it as a last resort for her to stay.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t drink or smoke.” I racked my brain a bit more to try and figure out a way to stay. It didn’t make sense that she would throw a party with everything she just said she didn’t partake in. I didn’t question it though.

“Don’t leave me.” I was fully desperate at this point. I would kill just to talk to her. Once I said those words, I noticed a change in her demeanor.

“Fine, I can’t stay too long though.” She absently mindfully crawled onto the bed to sit beside me, my fucked up brain sexualizing the act.

She then looked down at the blunt signaling for me to spark it up.

“Aren’t you going to light it?” She asked, shifting her gaze between my eyes and the blunt.

“I thought you didn’t smoke.”

“I don’t.” She gave me a light smile but all I could do was stare. There was a weird vibe about her. Not a bad vibe, far from it actually. I’d like to believe that it was purely because she had a different cultural outlook. She didn’t grow up in a two story home with two Irish catholic parents. Where everything was black or white. There was some grey in her, a mysterious side. A freedom in her eyes that made my chest tighten.

“Right.” I shake my thoughts away and pull out a lighter.

“Wait a sec.” She quickly stops me and rolls over my lap to go open a window. Once again, her actions had me straining against my relaxed fitted jeans.

“Don’t want it wafting for the next week.” I nod and go back lighting it up. I inhale and let out a big puff, secretly hoping that she would find it attractive. She wasn’t even looking though. She had moved to her stereo to turn on The Smiths.

“Alright then, pass it.” She gently takes it from my finger and places it between her lips. It seemed as though she had a similar technique as me, trying to look all sexy while she blew it back out.

It worked.

As much as she would like people to believe she wasn’t a smoker, this clearly wasn’t the first time she had done it. My previous perception of a goody two shoes, honours list, daddy’s little girl mentality fizzled away.

“What?” I hadn’t realized I was staring again.

“Are you sure you’ve never smoked before?” She shrugs and leans against the headboard, our shoulder touching and our legs stretched out and crossed in front of us.

We sat there for a good ten minutes talking about everything and nothing. We talked about how she had a Irish father who moved to America and met her mom there. They got married and stayed in America, then when her father got a job offer here in Dublin a couple years back so they moved.

“So your half Irish, what’s the other half?” She giggles at me. I didn’t think it was that funny. Maybe it was the hash starting to set in.

“American you idiot.”

“No, no I know but, what’s your family background.”

“Well I’m technically Italian American on my moms side. The whole big family situation with a nonna and nonno. Hundred and hundreds of cousins, aunts and uncles. It’s pretty crazy so being here in Dublin is really different.”

I laughed slightly resting my head on her wall. The nice buzz taking over my system.

“I wish I was close with my grandparents or even my parents.”

She nods and turns her head to look at me.

“I guess it’s nice.” There was silence as I caught her gaze. We were both stoned and sleepy and there was very little judgment with the staring, now that we were all happy and light.

I took a bullet and grabbed her face, bringing her in for a deep kiss. She quickly put her hands over mine, clearly thinking the same thing. My shoulders relaxed, no longer having to worry about what she thought of me. It was obvious now.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you.” I panted as I laid my forehead on hers. She bit her lip and closed the space between us once more.

Her lips were so soft that I couldn’t help but push my mouth harder onto hers, it just felt that good. Finally being able to physically hold and touch her was like a dream.

It was as though she read my mind because she pulls off her tank top and grabs my arms so I end up on top of her.

We continue to kiss and I put one hand beside her head, the other holding her jaw. She notices my growing bulge sitting against her stomach and she sits up on to her elbows.

“I barely know you.” She says. Her words said one thing but her face and rising chest said another. She looked like a goddess with her light pink lipstick smeared on her lips and lower face, her eyes slightly red from us smoking. If I died with this being my last image I would be a happy man.

“Fuck it.” She mutters quickly before her lips smash against mine again and she pulls off my t-shirt. It’s all teeth and wet lips. Moans emit from both of us and I finally take my pants off leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

“You’re really gorgeous.” I say as I lace my fingers with hers and placing her arms above her head.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She smirks.

I smile back and quickly lean down to kiss her.

“What other girls?” I smirk and she lets out a sarcastic chuckle at my cheekiness.

“I need to warn you though. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I sit up and place and place a hand on her shoulder in a comforting way, to tell her she was safe with me.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” I didn’t beat around the bush. The last thing I wanted was to make her uncomfortable. I’ve seen Keanrey enough times to know how to properly treat a girl.

“Matthew, I can safely say that I find you very attractive and I infact want to have sex with you.” We both couldn’t keep a straight face in our hazing state, letting out laughs at our overly formal way of speaking.

“Ok then.” I smirk before I lean in.

“Wait.” She pushes my lips away with her finger and begins to go under the sheets. She scrambles around down there, probably removing her the rest of her clothes.

Out of nowhere I feel her lips circle around my length and I lurch forward a bit, a loud groan of surprise leaving my lips.

“Holy shit.” I sputter out and my eyes go wide, my voice going an octave higher than normal. She keeps moving up and down my length, each vein being tended to by her tongue. I lay my head back onto her pillow which smelled of fresh lavender.

I grip the sheets and I couldn’t help but think about the night before. This was all that I envisioned, just a billion times better.

“Y/N?” I weakly ask through my moans.

“Mhmh?” She responds, my dick still in her mouth.

“Your mouth feels amazing.” She lets go with a pop and lifts the sheets with a wide prideful smile.

“I know.” I sit up and grab her face, crashing her lips on mine.

“You're so hot.” I say as she bites her lip.

“Yeah?” She asks, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Uh huh.” I nod and lean in for one more kiss.

“I really just want to fuck you right now.” I say with heaving breathing.

“What are you waiting for?” She jokes and I smile in return before shifting so she is under me. This way I could finally see her breasts which makes my member stir again.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” I say before leaning in to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking softly,

“Oh Matthew.” Listening to her moan out my name causes my stomach to flip and I can’t help but grab my shaft and lean it against her drenched centre.

“Can I?” I had lifted myself slightly so I could see her face again.

“Always.” She whispers and with that I slowly enter her. She was so tight to the point that I felt like crying from the pleasure.

“Oh my god. I’m not going to last long.” I sputter out.

“Me neither. Now fucking move.” Listening to her be so demanding gets me thrusting in and out of her. Her soft little mewls and encouragements make me speed up and she digs her nails into my back as I continue my movements. Without any warning she spreads her legs more and hooks them around my torso, using her heels to push me in deeper. We both moan out with the new angel I was driving at. I sped up to the point that the only sounds we could hear was skin against skin and my grunts and her moans. I place a searing kiss onto her jaw and she grips onto me tighter.

“Cum.” I whisper as I start to circle her clit quickly. Her legs then begin to shake and her eyes roll back. Her back arches off of the bed. Her face contorted in pleasure which made me reach orgasm as well and we both rode them out until there was nothing left to give.

I slump down beside her and she cuddles into my chest.

“I should check on everyone.” She mutters and I groan, not ready for her body heat to disappear.

She slips out of bed and walks over to grab her clothes. She bends over and I get a perfect view of her ass. Now I had the biggest pleasure of knowing what it looked like under those jeans of hers. I bite my lip and smirk. She quickly turns her head around and smirks back.

What?” She asks.

“You can’t do that and expect me to be done with you.” I jump up and hook an arm around her waist pulling her back into bed. She lets out a screech and giggle as I pull her on top of me.

We were far from done.

[sinner-as-saint]

Want You Back (Mob! Seb AU)

Want You Back

Sequel to: Back For You 

Run-through: After your quite steamy one night stand with the mob boss, it was rather clear via the note he left you; that he was not yet done with you. Despite the emotional turmoil you were caught up in, you were certain that he’d come back for you. But were you ready for that?

Themes: language, mob boss! Seb, smut, slight dark side of characters, Daddy kink, possessive! Seb, stalking tendencies, slight temperature play. A.k.a this gets pure filthy at the end so, hide your children.

A/N: The symbols “^^^” represent a change of POV. Don’t worry, it’s not confusing. Oh and, um, kinky shit ahead.

 After he left your apartment, Sebastian drove straight to his hotel room for a quick change; given that he had left his shirt at your place as a souvenir. Then he drove to the airport.

Around 3 a.m. in the dark of the night, he boarded his private jet in his quest to France. There were certain problems which erupted there and he had to be there physically to get everything and everyone under control again.

Once he got inside the flight, he leaned his head back on his velvety seat and sighed out loud. He had a sly smile on his face as he remembered you; your face, your touch, the way you moaned his name under your breath and how your body moved sinfully under his touch.

Usually, he never gave the women that he slept with another thought. But you, you invaded his mind. You infiltrated his thoughts and he couldn’t fight back.

He felt bad for leaving you alone in your bed. And he couldn’t bring himself to wake you up before he left, because you looked like a literal angel, so he left you a note. And just so you wouldn’t get cold, he wrapped his shirt and your blanket around your sleeping frame carefully, placed a soft kiss on your forehead and left silently.

Sebastian thought about how you looked as you slept, your face prettier than before thanks to the afterglow, courtesy to him. Your lips were plumper than before, due to the amount of times he bit them. Your bare body was covered in the dark red marks he caused.

He smiled knowing that he would be the first thing you’d think about when you’ll wake up in the morning. He knew that you’d have a slight difficulty in walking and sitting down, his pride amplified as he’d happily take the blame for that.

He knew deep inside that you would soon find out who he really is. A cold hearted mob boss. But he also knew that you wouldn’t run away from him.

Of course you wouldn’t, he thought, you were his girl now.

He smiled at the thought of you being his, as he whipped out his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.

“Chris! Hey man, long time huh? Yeah, it’s just real busy these days. Listen man, I need a favor. There’s a girl named Y/n who works at a pub called The Red Tavern, I need you to find everything you can about her. Family backgrounds, friends, ex-boyfriends, you know the drill,” he spoke, picking up the coffee cup the blonde hostess had just placed in front of him.

Through the phone came Chris’ voice.

“Sure buddy, I’ll get my people on it. By the way, who is she? A super hot stripper you simply can’t forget, huh?” he asked, followed by his signature laugh. Something which signaled that he was slightly drunk.

Seb shook his head, if this man wasn’t his friend, he’d have his head for his lack of seriousness in his work.

“Just do as I say, Chris. We’ll talk when you’re sober,” Sebastian spoke in a tired, monotonous tone and with that, he hung up.

Chris Evans, the Huntsman as many knew him, was exactly what he was titled as. A hunter, a man who could gather information about anyone and anything, anywhere in the world within the span of an hour or two. He was Sebastian’s closest friend and one of the very few people he trusted.

 After the quick phone call, Sebastian took a quick nap; during which he dreamt of you.

By now he had memorized every curve on your body. He knew your weak spots, he knew that all it takes is a soft kiss right over the skin under your right ear and you lost all control over your own body.

Due to his…profession, he was required to be very observant. And he indeed was. He noticed how your back would arch off the bed sheets every time he dragged a finger down your clit, tracing your glistening entrance as your sweet slick coated his middle finger.

He noticed how goose bumps would follow the faint brush of his fingers along your skin. He took note of your scent; your slightly fruity scent– perhaps it was peach, and the faint hint of caffeine on your tongue along with the raw taste of your mouth. He loved it.

Your soft moans, his name sounded so sinful coming out of your mouth while you came undone under him.

He woke up due to the slight pain in his neck, because it was angled weirdly while he slept. And he woke with an excited member as well.

God… what is she doing to me?

He rubbed the sore side of his neck and had the boner taken care of by the mouth of the sultry hostess who was more than happy to assist him in his hardship. No pun intended.

Once he landed in Charles De Gaulle in the bustling city of Paris, he had his awaiting driver take him to the warehouse where those assholes who worked for him couldn’t even handle a bunch of other assholes who weren’t willing to let his cargo of weapons get through, and reach an ally.

The task was easy; talk to them in his ‘I-mean-business’ tone and see if they agreed to his demands, if they didn’t, he’d have his people ‘take care’ of them while he hired other people to do what he wanted.

Personally, call him crazy but believe it or not, he didn’t like easy things. Perhaps that’s what drew him to you; your ability to make him chase.

Fuck, there you were again. Invading his thoughts without any shame.

Once he had dealt with the men, he left.

In the car, on his way home; he received an email from Chris. He smiled as he clicked on it, everything one can ever know about you unveiling in front of his eyes.

Your full name, where you grew up, information about your parents, your school, your high school, college, the degree you pursued, your social media, your phone password, where you ever went on family vacation, some of your pictures as well. Basically, everything.

He sent a quick text to Chris thanking him as he scrolled through all your details.

The more he learnt about you, the more protective he got. You were his girl, and no one was touching his girl from now on.

He couldn’t risk leaving you his phone number, but damn he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to feel you in his arms, he wanted to feel the soft brush of your hair on his face. He wanted you. And when the mob boss wanted something, he always got it.

^^^

 You were freaking out, you simply did not know what to do.

Oh my good God, I just slept with the mob boss.

Those words repeated in your head and you were getting more and more worried. He said he’d come back for you. But would he really? Don’t powerful people like him have women around them all the time? Then why would he come back for a random one night stand?

Perhaps that was just his thing, maybe he left a note to every person he slept with. Maybe he went on with his life and forgot about them like a meaningless dream.

You still had the note in your grip, and your phone in the other hand.

What should I do? Should I call someone? You thought, but your inner voice didn’t reply.

You wondered if it were safe for you to stay here. Fuck, just digesting the fact that the notorious mob boss was here, in your apartment, in your bed, fucking you into your mattress just a few hours ago was crazy.

The thought of calling the cops rushed through your head very briefly, but what would you say? He was like fog, catching him was impossible because he has loyal people all over the world who covered his tracks. Even the police gave up on catching him long ago.

The thought which bothered you the most, was that you liked him. His mysteriousness, his broody nature, his…darkness. The way he touched you, the way he dragged his lips almost everywhere across your skin. The way his lips reminded you that you were his in that moment. You liked it all, but you shouldn’t.

He was dangerous, everyone knew that. But he was gentle, you thought.

There, you were losing your mind.

Mindlessly, you tapped on the screen of your phone and before you knew it, you were calling your dad.

You were closest with your dad, although you didn’t like his new wife very much, but he was still your favorite parent.

You didn’t know why you were calling him, but all you knew was that you had to reassure yourself that you weren’t alone in this.

“Hey honey!” came your dad’s cheery voice through the phone. It sounded as if he was somewhere very windy. A beach perhaps. Wait, there are no beaches in NYC…

“Hey dad, can- can we talk?” you wanted to get to the point straightaway. You obviously couldn’t tell him what happened, but you needed the support.

“Yeah honey, is everything okay? Are you okay?” his concerned voice came through, and a tear escaped your eye. You missed him terribly, and you tried your hardest not to sob.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about, uh, can- God, can I come and stay over for a day or two? It’s, I mean, being alone all the time isn’t that cool anymore,” you asked, hoping he’d say yes.

You didn’t quite like his wife, but she was never rude to you. You could easily deal with her for a few days until you got your thoughts in check and Sebastian out of your system.

God, even just saying his name mentally forced a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, peanut, are you sure you’re okay. I mean, of course you can stay over honey. It’s just that, Mariah and I are travelling at the moment. So, even if you come over, you’re gonna be alone for a long while before we come back, I-,”

“Oh that’s okay! I mean, maybe a change of scenery will do me good, yeah? I, uh, I have the keys that you left me. Can I go over, say tomorrow?” you asked, desperately wanting to get away.

“Of course you can sweetie, you’re always welcome to stay over! Just remember, there’s no food left so you’ll have to shop for some baby. We won’t be home for at least 3 weeks, feel free to have your friends over! Love you Y/n,” came your dad’s wife’s voice through the phone as she answered instead of your dad.

“Thanks Mariah. Love you dad, talk soon,” with that, you hung up, closing your eyes as you let a few more tears fall.

You finally understood why you needed to get away. It wasn’t because you didn’t feel safe, it’s because you still felt him in this apartment. His scent still lingered very faintly in the air, and knowing that he wasn’t coming back for you like he promised to – hurt. It hurt a bit more than you expected.

It was your own fault, you thought. You got attached too quickly.

You quickly booked a flight to NYC and started packing your bags. Hopefully being away from the apartment would help you get rid of the memories of the short-lived moments with the beautiful stranger.

You called your co-worker and let her know that you had to leave because of an emergency in the family, she was irritated at first due to the short notice, but understood nonetheless.

Before leaving, you debated whether or not you should call your friends and let them know that you were going to be in their city for a few days. And eventually, you did.

^^^

 “What the fuck did you just say?” Sebastian barked into the phone, his anger getting the best of him as he couldn’t believe the words Chris just spoke.

“Dude, you’re really gonna make me repeat that shit? I said, your chick just left town. She booked a flight to New York just now and you’re not gonna like this part but she just called a number belonging to one of your rivals man, she might just be another bitch they set t-,”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! She’s not like that, she’s- look, just figure out where she’s going. I’m flying to New York within the next few hours. Keep me posted if there’s anything,” with that said, and receiving a sheepish ‘okay’ from Chris, Sebastian hung up the phone.

He paced around his room as the sunlight came through the windows, brightening the room. Yet, he thought, nothing matched the glow in your eyes as he buried himself deep inside you.

His thoughts raced, as he acknowledged every possibility of your sudden movement.

Could it be that you were trying to get away, thinking he couldn’t find you wherever you went?

That thought made him laugh, not in a good way.

Phone still in his hand, with the picture of you puckering your lips and your middle fingers held high up above you head, as his lock screen; he threw his body on his bed. Oh how would he like to have you here with him, right beside him.

But no, you decided to run away and make him chase you even more. Your unpredictability was driving him crazy, and for some weird reasons, he liked it.

His thumb hovered his phone screen, right above your puckered lips as he took in your appearance in the picture. Denim jacket, black pants and boots – you looked like a badass angel and it made him smile.

“Babygirl, I was coming back for you. I thought you’d accept me for who I am, but here you are; running away from me. Why did you have to run from me? But don’t worry, I still want you back. You’re mine,” he whispered out loud, to himself, as the thought of having you in his arms again was all he could focus on.

He chuckled darkly as he closed his eyes, thinking about you.

When he’d find you, he’d make sure you never run away again. And Sebastian was a man of his words, and he was coming to find his girl.

^^^

 As soon as you landed in NYC at around 4 p.m., you hired a cab and had the driver take you straight to your dad’s house. It was a spacious home, planted on an equally spacious property. Your dad was a nature loving person, so needless to say, the front yard was impeccable.

You fished out the bunch of keys and unlocked the door, stepping inside. You smiled as you looked around. The colors, the décor, the house was very warm and welcoming.

After roaming around for a bit, checking out the mini library area and the kitchen. You desperately needed a shower and food.

You settled for the room with the view of the back yard and had a quick, hot shower then made your way to the garage.

You drove to a café, grabbing a coffee and a croissant then made your way to the very busy grocery store.

When you parked your dad’s car, which you borrowed for the trip, you couldn’t help but notice a slick, shiny black Audi parked only a couple slots away from you.

You sat still in the passenger’s seat and watched it intently. The windows were tainted, just like Sebastian’s. But it couldn’t be him, right? I wouldn’t be him.

So many people owned black Audis, it could be anyone.

You convinced your heart that it wasn’t him, yet you couldn’t silence the little voice in your head which refused to believe you.

You roamed around the unfamiliar store for a bit, admitting that it was at least 3 times the size of the one you had back home in your little town. And there were so many people, and they were all in a rush.

Caught in the fast flow, you somehow knocked against someone’s cart and were about to fall, if two strong arms didn’t catch you in time.

Once you were back on your feet, stable, you couldn’t help your racing heartbeat. You were much more scared to turn around and find a certain blue eyed man, rather than the fact that you were just about to fall in front of so many people in an unknown city.

Reluctantly, you turned around.

And your fear subsided once you noticed that your savior didn’t have blue eyes. Instead, he had brown, soft eyes. And, an equally soft smile.

“Hey there, you alright?” he asked, his voice deep and his eyes comforting.

You blushed in embarrassment.

“I- I’m, yeah, sorry typically out of town girl. Thanks for saving me!” you chuckled, trying to reduce the awkwardness.

“Oh that’s alright. Be careful though. I’m Anthony, and you are?” he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. He was fit, given he looked like he was in his late thirties.

Weird, you thought, why did all attractive men have to be way older than you were?

Anthony flashed a gorgeous smile at you. His tawny skin shining despite the gloomy weather.

“Y/n,” and after that, you had quite a lengthy conversation with him.

He told you about his job, a martial arts instructor. He asked you how come you were in NYC and you replied saying you needed to get away for a while because you were trying to forget something.

You exchanged numbers and promised to get coffee before you left to go back home.

After parting ways with Anthony, you shopped for the basics and decided that it was only this much you could carry in one go. You’d come back for more stuff if you needed.

You had spent a good hour in the store and when you got back to your car, you noticed that the black Audi was still in its spot.

Paranoia got the best of and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver down your spine. Would he really follow you though, when he could have any other women, why would he waste his time on you?

You tried shaking your disturbing thoughts and drove back to the house.

Once you placed all your stuff in the pantry, the day’s activities took a heavy toll on you. And after putting together a quick turkey sandwich, you decided to call it an early night.

Only, fate had other plans…

^^^

 He just sat there, in the dark, in her temporary bedroom. His trustee, shiny revolver was in his hand – not because he planned on using it, God no, he would never hurt his girl; but because holding it reminded him of who he truly was. And it was comforting.

He had followed her to the store, car parked not far from hers. She noticed, he believes, but she didn’t care. Why didn’t she care?

She looked good, he thought, she looked really good. He was proud that she was his, and he even had a smile on his face until he saw her talking to the tall dark dude.

He saw them through the glass panes and his jaw ticked. His hands itched as all he wanted to do was to smash that fucker’s face to the ground when he saw his hands on his girl.

He noticed that they exchanged numbers, and the fire inside him burned brighter, hotter with need. Need to get that fuck face out of the way. Need to have her under him and remind her who she belongs to. Need to remind her who he was.

But all he could do was wait. He waited for her to get out of the store and get back in her car. He noticed that she gave his car another puzzled look.

He smirked. His girl remembered him.

And now here he was, barged into her dad’s home and sat in the unlit bedroom, waiting for her. He toyed with his gun in his hands, the little light from the dark sky hitting the shiny metal as he sighed for the third time.

He was stalking her, he knew, but she was his. His alone.

A couple of minutes later, he heard her walking up the stairs, her soft thuds echoing off the walls of the empty house as his sinister smirk grew wider.

The bedroom door opened and in walked his babygirl. She hadn’t noticed him yet; given he was in the furthest and darkest corner of the room.

As soon as she walked in, she took her top off – closing the door with her foot. Then resumed to take her black jeans off as well, leaving her in her white set of underwear.

His eyes widen at the unexpected strip show, followed by a smirk as his pants grew tighter.

He watched as she picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them into the hamper and before she could turn around, she heard his voice.

^^^

 You took your clothes of and threw them carelessly into the hamper, you didn’t know why, but you could never sleep with clothes on. As you were turning around, you heard a husky voice speaking from behind you.

“Well that was quite a show, can’t say I’m even the slightest bit mad though, babygirl,” it said, and once it finished talking, your heart sank as if it were dropped into a bottomless pit.

You turned around completely and faced him.

He sat on the antique, blue velveteen cushioned chair like as if it was a throne he deserved. He looked powerful, majestic and if you weren’t half naked in front of him, maybe you’d stare at him longer.

You hurried in grabbing the closest thing to you to cover your body, turns out it was a jacket you had taken off earlier during the day.

You held the jacket in front of you as Sebastian rose up from his seat, and only then did you notice the gun in his hand. And the sight knocked the air out of you.

“That’s- what are you doing, here?” you asked, your voice came out sounding way weaker than you imagined it would. You sounded scared, because you were.  

He clicked his tongue, tossing the gun onto your bed and it bounced one time before settling right next to a pillow.

Sebastian walked towards your frightened frame, and with each step he took forward, you took one backwards. This pattern continued until your back touched the cold surface of the wooden door.

“Don’t hide from me. I’ve seen it all up close before, haven’t I? Now, I have questions for you, babygirl,” he spoke in a low voice; one filled with power and dominance and you looked up at him with your frightened eyes.

What do you do when a hot mob boss, also an one night stand from a day and a half ago suddenly shows up at your dad’s house?

Sebastian placed a hand right next to your head and looked you dead in the eyes with his blue ones. And despite your fear, you couldn’t help but be hypnotized by them.

“Once I was done with… my work, I was coming to find you again. But I was told you took off. Why did you run?” he asked and worry washed over you.

How the fuck did he know that? Who told him?

Seeing that you weren’t replying, he brought his lips to your neck. And lazily brushed them over your sweet spot, causing you to shiver at his touch. Involuntarily, you turned your head to the side and provided him with better access to your skin. He chuckled at your action as your face burned with embarrassment.

He placed feathery kisses all over your skin, no biting no teasing the skin – just his lips on your neck. The soft touches dragged breathy moans out of your mouth.

“See, your body remembers me, baby,” he whispered at the shell of your ear.

By now, your hands had let go of the jacket; which fell at your feet and your hands wrapped around his shoulders.

You shouldn’t be doing that, you thought. You shouldn’t like his touch or lean in for more. You shouldn’t be under his spell. But oh how you wanted to.

“You lied, you- you said you worked with influential people. But you don’t, you…,” your voice trailed off as he traced your trembling lips with the tip of the shiny metallic barrel of the gun in his hands.

He did that while staring intently into your soul, while your words came to a halt as soon as the cold metal came in contact with your body.

He wouldn’t, would he? He wouldn’t kill you, right?

“I’m what? Say it,” he urged darkly. His words laced with authority and lust.

“You’re the mob boss everyone talks about. You’re the Sebastian Stan, you’re…,” you words stopped again as you felt his fingers wrapped around your throat.

He didn’t choke you to a point where it was uncomfortable. He just wanted you to know that you were at his mercy, to a point where even your breath was his.

He smirked when he saw a damp spot forming at the center of your underwear, turning the white material slightly transparent.

So, his girl was kinky, huh?

Your wrists immediately wrapped themselves around his arm, involuntarily urging him to keep his hand there, at your throat. And he liked that.

“I’m what, babe?” he whispered again, resting the tip of the barrel against your left cheek. Indirectly causing to select your words carefully, very carefully.

“You’re…dangerous,” you simply said and he chuckled out loud. Despite the possible humor, you sensed the menace in his voice.

“Oh babygirl, I’m more than just dangerous. But you know I won’t ever hurt you, I can’t. I always protect what’s mine, and you’re mine. You’re safe with me. Just, don’t run from me,” he spoke, hand still gripping your throat lightly and the barrel of his gun still pressed to your cheek.

It could be the rush of the moment, or it could be fear, or the reflexive lust coursing in your veins; but somehow you sensed the presence of validity in his words. Although very much aware that it could simply be your delusional mind’s thought, your fear morphed into something else.

A familiar want. A raw desire which only seemed to surface when you’re with him. His mysterious aura, the electricity in his touch, the pure sin which dripped from his words ��� they all caused a magnetic pull which drew you to him. And despite it all, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you wanted him.

Memories of the last time he had touched your body resurfaced in your head and it accelerated the flow of passion which pooled into your underwear.

“Why?” it seemed like you directed the question more towards yourself than to him.

“Why what?” he asked back, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“You barely know me. Why would you follow me all the way here?” you asked, oblivious to the exchange which happened between him and Chris.

He let out a sigh and smiled.

“If only you knew, babygirl, if only you knew,” he spoke and released your throat, putting the gun by his side as he pulled you forward with one hand.

He dragged you to your bed and pushed you on it; onto which you landed with a bounce in a sitting position.

While you sat, weirdly calm, on the edge of the bed; he stood in between your legs and looked down upon you.

You wouldn’t lie, he looked better from that angle… fuck!

“I told you to stay safe. Daddy told you he’d be back for you, then why did you have to run? Do you know how angry I was to learn that my babygirl was disobeying?” he held your jaw gently in his hands.

It seemed like he wanted to be harsh on you, but something stopped him. He didn’t want to scare you; well he barged into your room with a gun, but you could tell that that wasn’t his intention.

His babygirl…

You were all for women not having to be treated like objects belonging to men, but damn did that turn you on.

It seemed like you could no longer control your body; because at this point, it listened to him just like your mind was under his enchantment.

You wanted to say something, anything. But you couldn’t. So you let him to the talking.

“And now she won’t even apologize! You really need to be put in line baby. Tell me, do you trust me?” he asked, bending down so he was on eye level with you. His thumb caressed your face gently as he spoke.

His stormy blue ones staring into your shining e/c ones. His eyes reminded you of a thunder storm over a rough deep blue sea; tempting but vulnerable.

Unable to speak, you simply nodded as anticipation occupied your mind. The mixture of recklessness, fear, lust and mystery made your heart race as you felt the heavy sexual tension in the air wrapped around the both of you.

“That’s my good girl, now lay down, hands over your head and close your eyes. Don’t open then or move until I tell you to, got it?” he instructed and waited for your reply, all while searching your eyes.

You nodded again and he smiled as he watched you follow the instructions he gave you. You almost immediately positioned yourself flat in the bed, closed your eyes and put your wrists above your head and kept them there.

Your other senses heightened instinctively and you could hear him walk around the room; opening drawers and closing them with a slam. Each sound made you jump a little but you didn’t dare to open your eyes just the slightest.

“You know, I’ve waited for a girl like you all my life. Won’t lie to you, doll, I’ve had a generous share of women in my bed. But none of them ever made me chase them like you do. When I first saw you, across the pub, for just a second a glimpse of our future flashed in front of my eyes. I saw myself coming home to you after a long day, I saw you with a beautiful bump, and my baby safe inside your womb. I saw us, doll. And from that moment I knew that you’d be mine, whatever it took,” he spoke, narrating his thoughts while he walked around the room, checking the drawers and closets.

He walked slowly, like as if he had all the time in the world and more, as he told you about his reveries. Part of it made you anxious and part of it didn’t.

A future with him seemed-

Your thoughts halted abruptly as you felt his hands on your body.

Sebastian ran his fingers along your thighs and left feathery kisses along your inner thighs. His mouth seemed so close to your heat yet so far.

Soon, he hooked his fingers to the seam of your underwear and dragged it down your legs until he got rid of it. Once done with that, you felt him straddle your lower body, trapping your legs in between his thighs and locking them in place.

“Your beauty amazes me baby,” he whispered as you felt him reach around your torso to unhook your bra and lift the material off your body.

Right after he did that, his lips found yours and caught them in a deep kiss. His skilled tongue found its way into your mouth as he occasionally sucked and bit on your lower lip.

His hand held your face while he assaulted your lips and bit around your mouth to mark his territory. You didn’t complain, not even once. Instead, you moaned into his mouth over and over again.

Your body squirmed, your back lifted off the bed just the slightest bit before he pushed you back into the mattress, breaking the kiss.

“Sebastian, please,” you moaned. Wrong move. And you learnt so by feeling a smack on your thigh.

You let out a whimper, but the burn felt good. And you wanted more but you wouldn’t tell the gorgeous man just yet.

“Somebody just can’t help but misbehave, right?” he spoke and right after he finished, you heard something click. Like a pen would.

After which, you heard nothing else. And Sebastian was silent as well.

Why would he do with a pen? You thought.

Moments later, a sweet, aromatic air filled the room. You took a deep breath through your nose to analyze the scent better and came to the conclusion that it was probably one of the Vanilla and white chocolate scented candles your dad’s wife wouldn’t stop talking about.

But why would Sebastian u-

Your rational thoughts came to a stop yet again as you felt a drop of a hot liquid fall right above your belly button. Instinctively, your back arched off the bed and you let an uncontrolled moan escaped your lips.

It burned, but it felt good. Again.

As another drop of melted wax hit your skin, you simultaneously felt the faint brush of cold fingers against your glistening folds.

“You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl,” Sebastian commented and moved his hands faster against your needy core as the candle kept dripping on your skin.

He must have moved the candle upwards, because you felt the wax drip down the valley of your breasts and you couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“Daddy…please,” you moaned, your eyes shut, hands behind your head, legs trapped beneath his robust body and his hands all over you. You were the epitome of helpless. And he liked the sight of that.

He slowly traced your dripping entrance with his finger and chuckled.

“Please what, baby?” he asked as if unaware of the sweet misery he was inflicting upon you.

“I- I need you to touch me, daddy please,” you pleaded, with your eyes shut as you tried to pick up the sounds of his next movements but none came.

His fingers found their way in between your folds and into your tight entrance. And each time he pumped his two fingers into your wet heat, the filthy sounds it made caused your heat to drip even more.

“Daddy, please make me cum,” you whined again, turning you head to the side so your arm would muffle the sound of the moan which escaped your mouth.

He clicked his tongue.

“Not yet, babygirl. Daddy’s not done with you yet,” he spoke.

He rocked his fingers in and out of you at a pace so slow that it was almost painful. He was not gonna let you cum just like that; he wanted you to literally beg him for it.

He kept the candle above you, moving it inch by inch all over your torso and abdomen. It seemed like he was making a specific pattern but in the moment, you couldn’t figure out what it was.

Hot, melted wax dripped down your body; mimicking the drips of your desire as it flowed out of your and coated his fingers.

He adjusted his body as he straddled you and soon, you could feel a growing bulge against your thigh.

You lost all control of your senses when he allowed the melted wax to drop on top of your hip bone. A slow and passionate moan escaped your lips.

Hot, fiery; similar to your need to have him inside you.

“You are so beautiful, my princess. Daddy will always, always take care of you,” he spoke softly; a complete contrast to what he was doing to your body.

A few more specific drops of melted wax later, he seemed to have doused the candle and set it aside as he lifted off your body; for a brief moment.

You whined because of the loss of contact, and mainly because he got you so worked up only to not let you cum yet.

You heard the shuffling of his suit and a few seconds later, he brought his attention back to you.

His hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, rubbing his hands up and down your arms while his lips attached to yours once again.

His kiss was slow and steady this time; he was in no rush. You felt each stroke of his tongue, each brush of his lips and each tug by his teeth. It was pure bliss.

He broke the kiss and dragged his lips down your body, until he reached your core.

He groaned as he allowed his lips to faintly brush against your wet folds.

“All wet and waiting for me, you’re very needy, aren’t you? Open your eyes, baby,” he spoke against your wet core, his warm breath hitting the damp surface and driving crazy with need.

You opened your eyes and noticed that he had dimmed the lights of the room, the air still smelled like vanilla and chocolate and as you looked down your body, you saw the now hard wax drops scattered all over your body; from your breasts to your hip bones. A sinful masterpiece created by the blue eyed man in front of you.

Sebastian had taken off his suit and shirt, leaving him in his black pants; which were now unzipped.

“Come here,” he said softly and you dragged your body until you sat on the edge of the bed once again. You knew what was coming, but you wanted to hear it from him.

“You’re gonna take daddy’s cock into your pretty mouth, yeah? You’re gonna let daddy use your mouth, aren’t you, doll?” he asked and you nodded in response embarrassingly fast, as you looked up at him with your glossy e/c eyes.

Once he placed his hand on your face, holding it gently – you got to work immediately.

You got on your knees in front of him and pulled down his pants while palmed his bulge through his briefs and he let out a groan and gripped your face tighter in his hand.

“Don’t tease me, babygirl, it’s not gonna end well for you,” he informed you as his hand moved to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail to hold on to.

You pulled down his briefs and his member excitedly stood in front of your face. You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth. Your tongue traced his slit a couple of times and you noticed that whenever you did, he’d buck his hips forward and let out a breathy moan.

You had never been with someone as big as him, so taking him completely into your mouth was slightly difficult. You took him into your wet cave inch by inch and as you did, his breathing got quicker.

You felt his length twitch inside your mouth and you felt the prominent vein press against your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down his member.  

His tip reached the furthest part of your mouth and you realized that you managed to take all of him, and damn he was big.

“Fuck! Baby, your mouth feels so- so good,” he moaned as he tugged on your hair. Hearing him moan was the hottest thing you had ever heard. Of course, you had given blowjobs to past lovers, but this was different.

This wasn’t just a regular guy. This was THE mob boss; most notorious one the country had ever known. You knew people who were truly terrified of his power. He was a well-known, cold hearted criminal. His reputation, his pride and his dominance; they all preceded him.

Yet, here he was; a moaning mess with your mouth wrapped around him.

As he moaned, your core throbbed even more and you wanted nothing more than to just press your two fingers against your clit and alleviate your pain but you knew better.

He moaned your name a few times, and which each time; you worshipped his length more and more, hollowing you cheeks to suck him off better.

Within the next few moments, he held your hair tighter and bucked his hips against your mouth a little faster; fucking your mouth and also signaling that his orgasm was close. His cock twitched in your mouth again as you felt the salty precum trickle down your throat slowly.

Once his length throbbed again, you gave him one last suction and felt his load shoot into your mouth. The taste of him, along with your heat throbbing with need was a deadly combination.

You watched him as the feeling of pure bliss washed over him, his eyes rolled back and his head fell back as he came, hard.

Slowly, you lifted your mouth off him; giving his slit one last lick.

He groaned as his orgasm washed over him and pulled harder on your hair, looking down at you. You were on your knees, hands on your lap and a smirk on your lips. Lips which were wrapped around him just a few seconds.

God…you were a sight. And you were all his.

He pulled you up and threw you back on the bed.

“On all fours, baby. Now,” he instructed and you happily obeyed; your heat was clenching with need and nothing else mattered in that moment.

You got on all fours and waited for him. He stroked his length a couple of times as he watched you on the bed. So innocent, yet so sinful.

You waited for him to slide his length into you but instead came his hand, smacking you right on your ass.

“Ouch!” you yelled at the unexpected pain.

He smacked your left butt cheeks again and you yelled out again. It hurt, but it lowkey turned you on even more, although, your core was now throbbing even more than before. And Sebastian knew.

He gave you two more spanks and immediately massaged the skin. He smiled as he saw the stretch marks on your skin; it reminded him of how much more he would add when you’d be expecting his baby one day. The thought of you being thoroughly his was enchanting.

“Does it hurt, baby? Well now you know how much it hurt me when I found out you were running away from me,” he spoke as he spanked you one more time, followed by a bite on your ass.

You moaned out loud again.

“Daddy please,” you whined as another smack landed on your ass. It would probably leave a mark, you though. Maybe even a hand print.

“Beg,” he simply said and you groaned. He already had you completely at his mercy, what more did he want? Jesus!

“Seb, please! I’m sorry, just- just fuck me, daddy please. It hurts,” you moaned, accidentally calling him by a new nickname.

Seb… no one ever called him that. No one but-

He stopped himself before even thinking about that name.

Normally, he’d have the head of anyone who called him by that name. But since it came from you, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

He liked it so much that he decided that he had teased you enough for today.

“Come here, babe,” he whispered and pulled you up and rolled you over so you laid down flat on the bed with his body settled in between your legs.

When your sore ass made contact with the cotton sheets, it burned even more. But you didn’t care, you wanted him, and that’s all that mattered.

When you looked up at his body hovering above you, a tear escaped you eye. You didn’t know if it was because of the built up sexual frustration, the lust in your veins, or just the fact that your emotions were creating a ruckus inside your head.

Sebastian ran his thumb over your cheek and caught the tear before it fell further down your cheek. He hated it, he hated the sight of his girl crying.

But he knew he could make it better.

He captured your lips into a deep kiss and allowed your hands to wrap around his broad shoulders. You pulled him closer, until his chest pressed against your erected nipples and he moaned into the kiss. Nothing felt better than having you under him, under his control.

His tongue slipped through your lips and it stroked the top of your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss and he gently bit your mouth.

His lips travelled to your sweet spot and he assaulted the sensitive skin mercilessly; compelling you into becoming a whimpering hot mess under his touch.

While he left even more marks across your neck, he aligned his tip to your heat and gave it a slight push to slide it through your glistening heat.

Once your walls took him in little by little, the familiar bubble formed inside the two of you.

“Fuck, you’re so warm babygirl,” he moaned into your ear and your back arched off the bed once more as he filled you up entirely.

He kept still, not moving and you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. Your walls wrapped around him perfectly and as you moaned, he understood that you were well adjusted to his size now and took it as a cue to start moving in and out of you slowly.

He started out slow, and then gradually set the speed so both your body moved rhythmically against one another; giving each other a better angle at which you could feel all of him.

And you did.

He filled you up nicely and within seconds, you were a moaning mess.

“Seb! Fuck I- oh fuck, daddy please,” you whined against his cheeks, signaling that you couldn’t hold it much longer given your previous activities.

You felt his ragged breath right at you ear and he chuckled, rocking against you at a much faster speed now.

“I know, baby. I know,” he spoke and ended with a groan and he wrapped his arms around your torso and lifted your back off the bed a little bit.

You moaned as he hit your g-spot with each thrust in this position. A series of cuss words left both your mouths as you basked into each other’s presence.

You opened your eyes to look at him and his eyes were closed as he frowned in pleasure. You moaned out loud when one of his hand slipped in between both of you and rubbed your little bundle of nerves furiously.

“Cum for me, doll. Cum for daddy like the good girl you are,” he urged you and you happily obeyed once again.

You both knew you wouldn’t last long so as soon as he finished speaking, you let go. Yelling out his name and a few cuss words in the process; you came around him.

Your walls milked in relentlessly and soon, he came as well. His load shooting your warm walls and you could feel him leaking out of you as he slowly pulled out.

You were both breathing hard and fast, hearts racing and he rolled off you and settled by your side. A layer of sweat coated both your bodies; your ass cheeks were stinging due to the friction and the wax was still on your skin. And Sebastian just laid next to you, silently with his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly.

As you looked at him, a strange feeling took over. And the butterflies came back.

You inched closer to him and sheepishly rested your head on top of his chest. You placed your ear right on top of his racing heart and listened intently at the heartbeats.

Once he felt your head on top of his chest, he smiled and instinctively wrapped his arms around you. He discretely placed a kiss on top of your head and relished the feeling of having his girl in his arms.

“Not so dangerous now, am I?” he teased and you smiled, blushing.

I am naked in bed with a mob boss in my dad’s house, expect the unexpected indeed.

“I didn’t run from you,” you said out of nowhere and his silence signaled that he was listening.

His hand rubbed your shoulder and urged you to keep going.

“I ran from what I was feeling. I- it’s not you. It’s just, I don’t know, people talk you know. And even in the little town where I’m from, they talk about what you do. I’ve heard the stories about you when I was in college, a friend of mine cancelled her trip to Amsterdam only because she found out that you were currently there. People are scared of you, and I thought I should be too. So, I took off,” you explained and he listened without interrupting.

“I won’t hurt you,” came his reply to what you just said.

You didn’t know what to say, or feel. So, you kept quiet.

After a while of just cuddling and listening to each other’s heartbeat, you decided to take a shower together. After which, you cleaned the room and got in bed for the night.

“You’re mine,” Sebastian whispered into your ear.

You smiled despite the mixed feelings about this whole situation. Right after he spoke, his phone rang. He picked it up from the floor and groaned when he saw the caller ID.

“I’ll be right back, doll, gotta talk to these a-holes or else they’ll turn my world upside down with their stupidity,” he explained and walked out the room, leaving you in bed.

As soon as he walked out, your phone rang.

Weird, you thought, who would call you at almost midnight?

You stared at your phone screen and it said that it was an unknown number. If it were a few days ago, you would have ignored the call, but now that you’ve slept with the mob boss himself – nothing scared you and nothing seemed dangerous anymore.

You decided to take the call.

“Hello?” you spoke and immediately froze.

“Hello? Honey, its dad! Listen, peanut, this may sound terrifying but trust me, please. Okay, honey, I need to get out of the house. Right now. It’s not safe. Get your things and get out, now. There’s a black Range waiting in the driveway, it’s unlocked and inside there’s an address. I need you to get to that address. Please, honey, get there and I’ll explain everything. Okay? I love you more than anything, my darling. Please be safe, I’m waiting for you,” and with that, he ended the call.

Your heart raced at his words. What could this mean? Did your dad find out about Sebastian? How?

What the fuck is happening? You thought.

You could hear Sebastian barking orders at someone in French yet again, and from the sound of it, it seemed like he was in the kitchen downstairs.

So, if you were to grab your unpacked bags and make a run for it through the bedroom window, he wouldn’t hear a thing.

Between Sebastian and your dad, you trusted your dad better. But why did it feel wrong to run away from him again?

Okay, fuck this shit. If dad said something’s wrong, then something’s wrong!

 So you scribbled a note to Sebastian, slipped your shoes on, grabbed your bag and stepped out the window. The jump wasn’t that high, you would make it.

So you made the jump. Along which, you made a grave mistake.

The mob boss just wanted your attention and your love. He wanted you to know that you were his. He wanted to give you the world. But now, he’d have to hunt you down and make sure you never run again. Because like he said before; he will always want you back.

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[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH38

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: 3,422

- Author Note: I had long weekend with my ongoing workshops going on whole day :< so thats why for the late update! sorry xx appreciate someone still read this!

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Chapter 38

“Okay, use the emergency exit and I will ask our manager to get you. Make sure to come straight to KBS Seul, I will be waiting for you” Yoongi rubbed his sore neck and glanced around the room to find the sign of his personal manager.

He hung up his phone and walked up to his manager with a distress face “Hyung, can we talk?” the muscular guy nodded as they both went to the corner of the room. “Yes, is everything alright? You seem a little edgy” he blinked confusedly.

“I need your help. Seul will be here so I need your help to assist her inside. Can you help me to get Seul?” Yoongi asked, hopeful yet afraid that his manager refused to fulfil his request.

He raised his brow in questioned “Seul? The caretaker lady? What is she doing here? Yoongi we are in public. Whatever things that you have with this young lady, don’t do it here. People might be suspicious to see her presence around you guys” the younger man stared at him hopefully.

“Please, she is in trouble. I can’t trust her alone, so I have to keep my eyes on her. I hope you can help me hyung. Please” taken aback by Yoongi unusual antic, his manager pressed his lips together in a deep thought. Being a manager, it was his responsibility to see the bigger picture of this issue and to ensure any of the members wouldn’t take any rash decision which could jeopardize their career.

“Fine, I will go get her. Don’t worry and focus on what you are about to do in a bit. Get ready for your stage, it is your turn soon”

Yoongi heaved a sigh of relief “Thank you hyung. Thank you” he gave the guy a soft squish on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

Jin overheard the conversation that they had and grew worried over Seul. The last time they talked was a week ago, he didn’t get to keep in touch with her ever since then. Not that he wanted to stick his nose into someone else’ affair, however he noticed Seul and Yoongi closeness these days made him think that they were officially dating each other.

Jungkook on the other hand had stopped talking about Seul which freaked him out. If he could crown Seul’s biggest fans, then it will be Jungkook. The maknae’s mood seemed a little dull than usual. Jimin had stuck to his side like glue ever since then.

Burying himself under his hoodie, Jin stared at his phone blankly dying to know the truth.

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Seul squished her eyes together, mentally blaming herself for calling Yoongi adding more burden to his already hectic day. Not that she wanted to burden him with her problem, but she had nowhere to go especially now, she had trusted Yoongi with all her heart. She would rather turn to him rather than destroying herself with her evil thoughts.

She dragged her heavy feet inside the building and made sure to keep her eyes open to catch familiar face there, like Bighit staff. Her cell phone rang. Still staring at the screen showing the live broadcast of Music Bank, she answered the call without uttering anything “Seul? Where are you?” asked the voice at the end of the line.

“Jin? I am..here at KBS” she was surprised to hear from Jin at this time when she thought they would be in stage getting ready for their performance.

“I heard..you are coming. Are you already here? Kibum hyung will be down in a minute to get you” Seul heard her name being called and quickly turned to face the owner of the voice. “Your manager is here. I will see you in a bit Jin. Good luck” she added, smiling between her words. Jin couldn’t hide that cheeky smile of his as he looked forward to seeing her after a week.

He jogged toward her, calling her name once again “Seul? Come with me, and I have to warn you beforehand that the backstage is going to be hectic and crazy. Walk close to me so you won’t get lost” he explained

She nodded her head, grateful to see BTS manager there, at least she didn’t need to walk through that unfamiliar glass door alone. The image in front of her took her breath away, she had never seen a backstage this hectic. Technically, she got a first-hand experience at BBMAS, but it was different considering the award show had a bigger space unlike this one. People had to squish themselves against the wall and the hallway could barely support two people walking side by side.

KBS really need a bigger space to cater this huge number of idols and staffs running around the hallway as if they were in a marathon. The silent man kept glancing at her to ensure the girl didn’t get stuck in between. Seul smiled as an assurance mouthing ‘I am fine’ that she was able to catch up on him.

Soft yelling from every corner could be heard as they were busy preparing their idols to stage. She bumped into a group of tall handsome men on her way and right before she wanted to apologize, they disappeared from her vicinity. Amazed with the surrounding, she pressed herself against the wall to keep her safe safe from bumping into other people.

It was dizzying to be in this crowded area, so she picked up her pace upon realizing the older man was nowhere to be seen. Grunting under her breath, Seul resumed her walk while keeping her eyes wide opened in case she walked pass Bangtan’s waiting room.

Like a little wandering lamb, Seul found herself in front of a room with a BTS signed on the door. She was relieved to be free from the suffocating scene a moment ago and knocked on the door softly. She opened the door, but to her surprise, she was greeted by unfamiliar faces inside the room.

She tilted her head in confusion and went back to read the name on the door though she was sure ‘BTS’ was written clearly on it. Confusion buzzed through her brain, deciphering every word written on the door. A hand was pulling the door opened on the other side causing her to stumble a little. Regaining her balance, she muttered a soft sorry in embarrassment.

The atmosphere inside the room thickening when all eyes were on her. Seul chewed her lips nervously “Who are you?” said a woman in a grey hoodie. She was holding a brush so Seul assumed she’s one of the stylists.

“I..am looking for Bangtan Sonyeondan. I guess this is not their room?” she gulped the lumps on her throat, easing the awkwardness in her.

“I thought Jae hyung changed BTS sunbaenim sign on the door to ours” another voice came into the picture and this time it was a man. His strong gravel voice reminded her of Taehyung. The man shoved his phone inside his pocket and rose from his seat. Holy crap, he is super tall! A very tall young man with smexy eyes. His eye makeup really gave away that sexy vampire vibe.

Taking the image in front of her, she stared at him in starstruck awe. His side profile was bloody amazing, with that sharp jawline and perfect proportion, he was one of a kind.  He tore his gaze from the mirror “I am sorry, but this is not BTS waiting room, there was a mistake. We are JBJ-“ his words were stuck in his throat.

His eyes shot opened, enormous with surprise. “Seul!” their eyes met, exchanging a meaningful look. It had been years since they last saw each other. Even though Hyunbin kept in touch with her mother, they never exchanged a single text even once for years. Occasionally, Hyunbin would keep himself update on Seul’s life through her mother and that was it. He wanted to make sure the girl was safe and sound, living her life normally.

“Hyunbin..What are you doing here?” a smile appeared on her face as she could hear low murmur from the staffs and his bandmates. Noticing Seul getting a little uncomfortable by the attention that she got, Hyunbin cleared his throat to say something “This is Seul. She is an old friend of mine” they nodded and decided to give them space for their reunion.  

“Nuna, can you give me a second? I need to talk to her” the brunette looked at him weirdly while exchanging quick glance with Kenta. The Japanese guy only chuckled in his seat, moving his shoulder in a small shrug.

He approached Seul as his arms were screaming to pull the small girl into his arm, yet he knew it better. There were many eyes in the room. Hence, he must behave himself. “Wow, I didn’t expect to run into you here” said Seul, exhaling a soft breath.

“Me too. How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you. You..look good. I heard from mother that you have become an idol now. And, yeah Hoon told me about the survival show thing” he gazed down at her still bemused of their unexpected meeting.  

“It is JBJ, I am with them now. It is a temporary group project. Oh, I am sorry for what happened to Hoon. I should have known that he was assaulted by those guys, so I could do something about it” Seul shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, you did nothing. It is in the past, Hoon is working hard now to find a suitable agency that can take him as trainee” her smile alone radiates the whole room, making his eyes shrunk into a crescent moon.

“Hoon told me, I am happy for him. By the way Seul-ah, why are you looking for BTS sunbaenim?” he inquired.

“I replace mother for the time being at least until she gets better. I am their caretaker” with a laugh she shied away and ran fingers in her hair.

He watched her with an amused smile “You work for them? That is great. I mean- to work with BTS sunbaenim, that is like a dream comes true” now Hyunbin sounded a legit fanboy to her making her giggle at his reaction.

“Are you a fan?” “Of course! BTS sunbaenim is like the best role model that I could wish for” without hesitation Hyunbin answered it in one breath. They both laughed heartily enjoying the topic of his fascination towards his lovely BTS sunbaenim.

“Seul? Seul.. Thank god you are here!” they shifted their attention to the tired looking man in his fancy stage outfit. “Jinnie, why are you here?” she exclaimed in bafflement.

“To find you, hyung said he lost you. Why are you wandering around alone? This place is huge, you could get lost” Jin nagged like a mother but turned mute as soon as he realized Hyunbin’s presence around them.

“Sunbaenim..hi” Hyunbin bowed politely with a shy smile.

The older guy returned the greetings and looked at Seul confusedly “Are you seeking for his help? Ya, Ji Seul. That is not right, he is a busy man” he frowned, and his forehead furrowed. “I am sorry Hyunbin-ssi, did she cause any trouble?” Seul gaped in disbelief.

“Yah!” Jin shot her a stern look when Seul showed her protest.

“No, sunbaenim no..Seul is an old friend of mine so we are having a little chit-chat. She is not causing any trouble”

“Oh really? How did you guys know each other?”

“It is a long story Jin. It may take hours to finish one. We have to go. Don’t you have a stage to slay? And a heart to win?”

“Whose heart?” Jin was clueless by her randomness.

“Armys’ heart you fool. Let’s go. Hyunbin-ah, lets meet soon so we can have a proper talk over a tea. See you around” she bowed, patting Jin’s back signalling him to start walking and lead the way. He watched as they left the scene hurriedly with Seul trailing behind the tall guy, most probably listening to her nag along the journey.

‘Are they dating?’ he scratched his head in trying to think of a reason for their odd behaviour.

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“Are you saying Kwon could be your father?” Yoongi pressed his lips together processing the info that he had just received. For an odd reason, the air conditioner in his studio was not enough to cool off the rage boiled inside him.

“Fuck yes” Seul said bitterly.

Jin threw a cushion toward her direction “Language” and Seul grimaced in her seat.

“Ugh, alright Steve Rogers wannabe” she hugged RJ cushion pillow to her chest, squeezing it dear life earning a disgruntled look from the owner a.k.a the creator of RJ.

“Stop doing that, you are suffocating him”

She smirked sarcastically “I am turning him into my hostage”

Jin rolled his eyes in response and returned his attention back to Seul’s story. “Why didn’t any of you tell me about this? About him threatening you? Kwon is a dangerous man, stop working there” Yoongi nodded in agreement as he looked as furious as Jin.

“It is not that simple. He could sue me for breach of contract”

“We will pay for you” their unanimous voice surprised her. “The point here is, we are not letting him near you. He is a shameless old man. He should have gone to jail for what he did to you” Yoongi’s voice was deep, filled with hatred.

“Can you for once stop worrying about money? We could help you. And I know you may find this a little uncomfortable, let’s just say you can pay us when you have money. For now, think about your family safety”

Seul leaned back in her seat, fiddling with the hem of her pink sweatshirt “We are still not sure if he is my biological father. I..dont want to know at all” she blinked away her tears afraid if it hits the ground, it would send her to another dreary night.

Jin slipped his warm hands in hers, giving it a small squish “It is up to you. You don’t need to know if it hurts you. Because after all these years, you were doing fine without your biological father. Hoon and ahjumma love you, that is important. The family that you have now is your real family” he hummed softly.

“What should I do first?” she looked up with a glint of hope evident in her eyes.

The rapper sighed “It is about time Ji Seul. First, you need to return home and be with your mother. She is worried sick and wouldn’t stop bombarding me with messages” Jin cringed.

“Why she didn’t text me? She always put me above everyone else before you come into the picture!” the latter was salty over the fact that Mrs Hwang went to Yoongi instead of him.

Ignoring Jin meaningless argument, he continued “I will ask Sejin hyung about this. Well, Bighit owns a good team that can help you going through those process. We will think about that later. You have to head back and get a long rest”

“Get rid of those eyebags, it looks saggy”

“Don’t point it out!” she hissed at Jin spiteful remarks.

Yoongi rose and told her to head back home to get a good rest. “It is late. Get up and leave” Seul glared at him few seconds, adjusting her forms.

“See you again Jin. Good night” Jin crossed his arm disliking the way Yoongi dominates everyone here when he is the hyung.

Opening the door, he walked after her leaving sulky Jin inside the studio. He grabbed her arms stopping her from walking “You look like a walking dead. Can you return by yourself or do you need me to walk you home?” he whispered, tucking the strand of hair behind her ears.

“It is fine. I can take taxi or bus. You had a long day, thank you for sparing your busy time. I appreciate it” she stroked his wrist, exhaling a tired sigh.

“Then, text me as soon as you reach home. Be careful” he planted a soft kiss at the top of her head, pulling the girl into a tight hug.

“Yoongi…” “Stay like this for a minute, I need this” she smiled, encircling her arms around his waist tight. Burying her face in his chest, she inhaled his manly scent. Thanks to Yoongi and Jin, today seemed to be easy for her to endure after all. This is how it feels like to have trusted people by her side, she need not to worry about her insecurities. They will come to aid when she needs them.

Meanwhile, beyond the door was Namjoon doing his Vlive for the fans. As he read through the comment, Namjoon was taken aback to see the comment section were flooded with questions like;

“Who are those people at your door?”

“Namjoon oppa I think someone is in front of your door”

“OMG? DID I JUST SEE SOMEONE HUGGING THERE AGSDJAHAJS”

“THE MEMBER IS DATING? WHO WHO?”

“WHO IS THAT GIRL!”

“Eyy, don’t freak out it must be one of the members fooling around”

“I swear to god that is a girl! You can clearly see the height difference and her ponytails?! WTF?”

“Judging from the size and height, could it be Jimin??!”

“It could be Min Yoongi too”

“The height difference and the frame asuwehwdhjws FUCK! It is definitely a girl and a man!”

“Think positive guysss! Namjoon oppa go check who is at the door! I am freaking out!!!”

 His eyes sprung open reading the unusual comment and he quickly turned back to confirm it with his own eyes, whether it was only a prank by Armys. To his dismay, it wasn’t some empty words. There were two people at the door of his studio, holding onto each other sparking questions inside his head.

Namjoon bid a farewell to Armys without commenting anything about the unclear reflection came from his door, and he settled down to confront whoever outside his studio. Indeed, Armys have eyes like a hawk. This was not their first time seeing through things that they shouldn’t see.

He was moving quickly, stealthily towards the door to find Yoongi and Seul exchanging warm hugs. They pulled away upon hearing the door clicked open “Hyung? Seul?” Seul blushed softly and forced a smile across her lips.

“Joon..I am about to leave. I will see you guys soon” Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off Seul and Yoongi however he didn’t want to scare the poor girl. He chose to keep his mouth shut ignoring the possibility that this dating rumour might make to major news headline tomorrow.

“Get back safely Seul” he waved awkwardly.

Yoongi sent her off to the elevator, “Text me alright?” he ruffled her hair along with his signature gummy smile.

“Goodnight Yoong”

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The following day, Namjoon woke up early than he planned. He didn’t sleep a wink last night with all the worries and fear bubbled inside him. What if Armys sense something is wrong and make fuss over the issue? What he should do to stop the rumours from spreading?

He settled deeper under the warm covers, not wanting to think about what he read on Twitter and Naver. Namjoon spent his night reading fans tweet to see their theories on the enigmatic figure behind the doors. And, he was right. The keyword ‘RM VLIVE’ and ‘RM Studio Door’ were both trending on twitter and naver. Not to mention, Armys had came up with a hashtag #AskRM on twitter and was trended first worldwide for 9 hours straight.

Groaning in frustration, Namjoon sat up and rubbed his forehead. His head was pounded at the thought of this rumour circulating around the fans. He prayed that fans will stop speculating and it wouldn’t reach the press or even worse Bang PD. Fortunately, everyone seemed busy to notice this kind of trending made by fans. Lets just stay that way.

Namjoon spoke to no one about this issue even though the chances that the members to figure out truth from the internet was quite high, he planned to tell others the first thing in the morning. Today would be their last day for Love Yourself promotion before proceeding with their Wings Tour until early December. He was determined to not ruin today’s fansign and acted normal. He better not screwed it up.

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[littlemeangreen]

Onism

The frustration of being stuck in just one body

@thecorteztwins your favs call me daddy too.

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck-" Shinobi Shaw swore as he tripped over a table leg. Who put table legs in the hallway? Who put tables in hallways? God, they were so gaudy. But then again, it seemed like a thing for Haven. She was a sweet woman and a total milf but like all rich people, she had obviously never had to furnish her own home before.

But still, for what Haven lacked in moderate taste she made up for in a caring attitude that made most mutants of Krakoa swear that she had some sort of...super mothering powers. Yeah, that seemed like a valid enough thing for Haven.

She was always caring and polite and Shinobi was hard pressed to think of a time where she didn't help any members of the team. Like taking Alice shopping to develop her own style, letting Claudia ramble on about something, being there for Pyro when he either started going off about one of his books or dragged her off to talk in private and letting Madelyne go off on her personal martyr missions because it was "healthy for her".

Hell, she even made an effort with Shinobi's father, Sebastian. Shinobi didn't think that much could happen there, once a lost cause then always a lost cause, right? Still his father hadn't given any hints that he fucked her so Shinobi could admit that a great deal of his love for Haven came because of that fact.

But still, Haven gave almost everything she saw effort and that weirdly enough included the Shaws for god knows why. They were then Kardashians of Krakoa! There was no point for Haven to try and use her feelings to try and get along with his father. You could try to feed a donkey a carrot but you couldn't do it by shoving the carrot up its asshole.

That's why it was odd that she had called him so....late? Early? He had been at a delightful party-turned orgy so he had lost track of the time. He'd gotten told that he had a text right when it had been getting good and now here he was, rushing down a hallway because Haven had texted him in a middle of an orgy because something had happened to his father and no one would tell Shinobi what is was.

It was maddening. Infuriating. Worrying. Shinobi wanted his father to be okay.

Shinobi also wanted to hear that his father was in pain.

"Ah! Shinobi! Forgive me for not passing any details, the situa-" Haven seemed to have been cut off by the look he had given her but really, surely the woman would know not to ramble on after giving such a text!

"Right, yes, sorry. Your father is...okay." Okay? No mutant was ever okay in their lives! "He was on a mission with Fabian-"

Oh fuck. Shinobi imagined that if his father had another son (that Shinobi knew of) and dropped him down a river like Mystique did, it would be Fabian. A disaster of a birth could only make such a wreck of a man years down the line in Shinobi's opinion. But it wasn't like he would actually ever say anything to Cortez. After all, who knew what a mutant with power enhancing skills could do to a man who phased through things. Better to keep his tongue away from Fabian Cortez, both metaphorically and physically. Especially physically.

Wait. Shit. Haven looked like she was done speaking. Had Shinobi glazed through it all? Haven would be perfectly fine with explaining it again but still...did he really want to stand through another long winded and overly detailed talk? Probably not.

"-Trust me, we're going to try and reverse what happned but first we need to just simply wait and find out if..." Haven seemed to stop for a moment, biting her lip and looking away briefly. She fiddled with low hanging necklace riddled with red jewels. Shinobi distantly remembered that red apparently evil comings in Egyptian mythology.

Shinobi sighed and decided that, like all things in life, he would do this head first. After all, he was excellent at head.

"Right....well. Take me to him, I suppose he will be wanting to talk to me." He frowned and waved a hand, trying to come off as aloof. Father had done it many a times and he hoped to think that he had gotten the gesture down to the same titbit.

Haven seemed to account his aloofness for grief and stepped forward, offering her hand and not looking off-put when Shinobi didn't take it. "Of course. Follow me, he- they refused anyone in the room apart from Dr McCoy, Charles, Moira and....Madelyne." Haven winced at that last bit and Shinobi could only imagine what it could mean. Did Sebastian demand that she stay? To keep someone the smallest bit familiar that he could stand? Perhaps he liked it when Madelyne presence could soothe something in him, like a twisted beast disguise as a beauty.

No, that was ridiculous. Shinobi's father could take more comfort from a wrinkled bill rather than any person.

Fabian though? Yeah, that made sense she'd be there.

Shinobi was led through the halls, where he saw the rest off his team waiting about. Alice was leaning against Pyro, frowning as he rambled on about something to make her feel better. That was good of him, Pyro often than not was able to pull through on comfort far more easily than he thought he could. He'd hold on just fine until Dom came over to help him out.

Claudine was leaning against a wall, nodding at Haven after looking up from her phone and rapidly texting. Shinobi didn't want to think about what she would hope to gain from whatever happened to his father.

But what was surprising was the fact that the rest of the Acolytes were standing around near the doorway, Anne Marie being helped by Delgardo, who was passing her a glass of water as the blue haired woman took a sip and cradled her head. Also...Quicksilver was there. Which Shinobi didn't want to think about why other than him being on he mission with Fabian and Sebastian.

All of these people for the worst men on Krakoa...it was astounding honestly. "Are you ready?" The tall woman was weirdly insistent on making sure Shinobi was prepared for something he wasn't even sure about yet. But he liked surprises for the most part, maybe this would be one of them. Or better yet, this whole charade was just some sort of...surprise birthday party. You never knew, he certainly didn't know when his birthday was. Father was never big on celebrating milestones that just reminded him of the disappointment he seeded years ago. Ugh.

Shinobi nodded, adjusting his tie and taking in a deep breath as the door opened up. Whatever this was, he could easily handle it. Contrary to belief, Shinobi was capable of doing tasks for his fa-

Oh.

"Oh." Shinobi said.

"Oh." Haven agreed with a small sigh, covering her mouth at the unfortunate sight.

"Oh." Charles Xavier, sitting by a table in the room, seemed to think that this was the best greeting.

"Oh?" A new voice, deep enough that Shinobi could feel it rumble in his chest, deep enough that it caused he windows to shake gently. The voice belonged to a horror of a nightmare and oh god Shinobi was going to become a nun or whatever the hell meant he could never look at evil again. Because this?? This was evil.

He was big. Like, eight or nine foot big. Fucking stacked with the small pouch of fat that all middle aged people got eventually. There were also stretch marks across his skin and Shinobi wished that he had the decency to either cover himself or to just not wear a shirt at all, with the way that he wore ONLY sleeves that were buttoned above his ridiculously big man boobs, the type of man boobs that only jacked guys or the Blob had and the type that Shinobi prayed every night that he wouldn't get one day. Thank god his pants stayed on, despite how...hugging they were.

His face was chiselled enough, with a shady stubble that definitely make a picture with the brownish-red hair that was currently tied up in a ponytail trailing down his back and Shinobi couldn't help but notice the fact that his eyes were practically glowing blue among a pitch black scelara.

"Shinobi, I HOPE that you aren't going to just STAND there and stare like a FOOL." The same deep rumble was back and with every word that was seemingly emphasised, Shinobi not only heard his father's voice, but also a deep surge of something that made a churning feeling arrive in his chest and stomach. He didn't need to stand around here to know that he didn't like the way that another set of eyes opened up and stared from what was supposed to be Sebastian Shaw and Fabian Cortez's throat and left cheek. He also didn't like how a crunching noise led to another set of arms, just as muscular as the first pair.

Haven seemed to catch on to what he was feeling, she always did. And the kindly woman was quick to carefully place herself between the...two? Three? Of them. Luckily Fabian's liking for Haven seemed to transpire over to Sebastian and the giant's eyes softened as he stared down at her.

Well. Shinobi would feel traumatised over that later. It would give him something to do when he wasn't partying.

"Okay, let's...take a deep breath and...try to think about this. After all," Haven dropped her hands and winced, obviously thinking back to something Shinobi had missed. "We don't want a repeat of what happened to Scott when he tried to get you two to split up..." Shinobi didn't know it now, but he would definitely laugh later when he heard how Scott blasted an eye beam when Fabastian got too rowdy, only for his own lasers to bounce off him and.. seemingly emit from Fabastian's own eyes. Beast and Chrome had suspected that rather than increasing other mutant's powers or absorbing them in force, Fabastian took the power in and replicated it in a more extreme force, rather than a simple absorption like Rogue did.

Fabastian sighed and nodded, turning away to stare out the large windows, his awful back...rippling. ugh. How did someone ripple that much? It was gross and unnatural and ugh, oak trees were skinnier than Fabastian's arms. It was like bear meets bear meets bear with a bear with a steroid problem. "We are absolutely SURE that we can fix it BECAUSE, no one can even BEGIN to be trusted with this!"

Then, as an afterthought and lower to himself, Fabastian added, "And it isn't like any of you will be willing to help me or him or us or what makes this form so brilliant."

Behind them all, Pietro seemed to wince and look away, like be didn't agree with that sentiment. Which was fair, Shinobi didn't like it either so Blues Twinky Clues had a very good point there.

"Um. Okay." Shinobi made the effort to try and ignore the way that his - father? Guy he didn't want at orgies or doing drugs? Or anywhere near him? - Spoke. "So. Um. I think...this is a big problem and Haven is absolutely right when she thinks that this shit is weird and we need to-"

He barely got to finish before large hands were shooting out for him. Haven...she tried to stand in the way again but it seemed that Fabastian's emotions had taken over and large hand roughly shoved her away, causing Haven to slide across the room and into the back of a wall. Funny enough, almost no one noticed the flare of darkness coming across her eyes and spilling out of her mouth as she took the sudden force and was...seemingly okay.

Everyone else though, took it as the motion of "oh fuck they're angry time to fight" and now Shinobi was suddenly surrounded by a room of heroes, villains for hire and whatever Pyro was, as they took the big fight scene poses. Completely ready to get their asses kicked if you asked Shinobi.

After all, no one went up against any part of Sebastian Shaw and came away perfectly fine. He always hurt you in some little way that maybe you won't notice for months until someone sneered or yelled at you in the right way and your stomach would clench and you would start to shake because they were right, he was right about everything when it came to how awful you were but you could never hope to say anything to defend yourself.....ahem. Shinobi was getting ahead of himself there but the point still stood; You never won in a war with Sebastian Shaw, even if you had won the battle of that day.

And maybe someone would think that seeing Haven getting supposedly hurt would make Shinobi be more heroic and actually stand up for her for once. That having everyone in the room, including Anne Marie who normally would never harm a mutant so long as she knew stood on her side, was now staring intently at the awful muscular being and...well, fuck. It was going to be one hell of a showdown and Krakoa would definitely be busy over the next few weeks bringing people back to life. That is, if Fabastian didn't explode on impact, like am oversized balloon.

And maybe you would expect Shinobi himself to start fighting. To finally take a big stand against his dad and the asshole that kept ruining the good parties and orgies.

No.

Instead, Shinobi took a step back, a deeper intake of air that seemed to keep on running away from him. His eyes were wider by the second as Fabastian took a step forward and something pulsed within him that....well, he didn't like thinking about the sudden sharp fear, like he was a deer in headlights. Only that the headlights were an overzealous and violent man who was currently screaming over how; "He KNEW you would all betray him how DARE you ALL!" You know, the scary shit that you tended to hide from when an incredibly creepy guy and your scary parent were getting into that awful mood.

Instead, Shinobi decided that dying again wasn't worth it. And something in him twisted and turned in an ugly manner as the sight of familiar eyes shifting in anger as they took in all of the opponents they would hurt and prove their worth to. He didn't want to die like this and something in Shinobi (the part of him that went "that catch of tequila will fuck you UP" And was usually right) told him that he especially didn't want to die by his father's hand.

It was cowardly. To step back and simply...phase through the floor before Fabastian could touch him. He couldn't deal with this. Not right now. There was nothing funny about the current situation or the anger that was taking hold in a normally coll and collected man. Right now, all Shinobi cared about was getting to safety for himself. Maybe finding Storm because even when he was being awful and flirty, he did admittedly admire how she was seemingly never scared by what she faced.

And besides, he could always laugh at Pietro being punted into Anne Marie out of a window later.

[incorrectcapsicle]

Dame from 1940s

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson

Summary: where the reader captured by the HYDRA and made her the first subject to test the time travel to the future.

Word Count: I lost track, sorry.

Warnings: Language, I guess? NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: I was about to request this to other writers but I decided to try to write this on my own. This is like a scenario in my head and I decided, why not try to write it and see if it goes well. Anyways, forgive me for my poor writings. English is not my first language, and I hope you guys like my work! Let's get start and enjoy! ☺️

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

"Dr, she's not waking up. Should we proceed now?" the woman asked as sweat forming on her forehead. She may not want to continue the operstion but she had no choice.

"Yes. We don't have much time. And the result will be the same even she's asleep or not. In a count of three. One....two... three.."

As the workers starts the machine, the woman can't but to turn around because she can't watch the poor woman who had no idea of what's gonna happen to her. She just silently pray that the operation will worked out. In a matter of seconds, the light around the room vanished and the operation was a success. Everyone cheered and the doctod smiled at his success operation and he immediately ordered everyone to do it again but something's not right. One of the workers walked towards the doctor and he pushed down his fears or he will be dead on the spot.

"What is happening? What's taking so long?" Zola asked as he looked around the workers.

"Doctor, we are doing everything we can but it seems portal won't open. But the first try was a success. Even the woman was gone. We'll try again, sir." the man replied.

Zola pushed the worker and he walks towards the machine and trying to make the portal open again. But to his dismay, it won't open. He tried new codes but nothing happened. The operation that he's been working on was a failure. Now how can he make it work it again? He don't have another to recreate the machine. He was so sure himself that it will work only for a one time. Zola threw the papers he's holding and slump down because of his failed operation. He doesn't know what to do about bringing the woman back. He had many ideas of what to do with the woman. He's going to make her the weapon that can kill the super soldier, but now how can he? The operation was failed. He failed. Now, he need to start a new plan. A new plan to take over the world under the name of HYDRA.

As you look around the place that is unfamiliar to you, nervousness take over your body. You scan the place and the first thing that you notice is the moving picture on the buildings. What on Earth is happening? Where the hell are you right now. You then turn your attention to the people around you. Everyone was doing something. Some of them are just sitting on a stairs? Some are talking so loudly while walking, which is a very unpleasant manners. And others are looking at you with curious expression. You notice also the clothes they wear. Why it looks different from you? Why the women aren't wearing dresses? And their hair? What is happening?

As you continue to look around you. You noticed 3 girls are walking towards you. You can't help but to gulped and ready yourself if they hurt you. When they were inches away from you, she lift something and pointed at you. What is that thing she's holding? Everyone was holding the box thing and it really made you curious.

"Hey, are you okay?" the girl with a short hair asked. You back away a little and the girl immediately got the message that you'ee scared. She took a step and held both of her hands in front of you.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you need help? Are you new here?" she continued. You shook your head as you lower guard down down. You look again on what they're wearing and you're definitely sure you are not from here.

You look at the 3 three girls again and tears starts to escape from your eyes. You want to go home. You want to see Steve and Bucky. Where the hell are you? You look around again and stop at the girl with the short hair as you asked the question that made her looked at you in disbelief.

"Where am I?"

"Sir, there's a unsual happening at the Time Square right now." One of the agents announced and handed the tablet to Fury. He snatched thhe tablet and watch the video that is playing on. His brow knitted together and immediately inform everyone to ready the cars and head towards the Time Square.

"Just for a year. A year to rest. Is it too much to asked?" Fury muttered to himself and entered the car that's waiting for him.

As Fury telling the agent to drive faster, Maria cleared her throat to catch the director's attention, which she luckily did.

"They said that the woman appeared out of nowhere. They tried to make her talk but they got nothing. And based on her clothing–" before Maria can continue, Fury interrupt her and finish the sentence.

"Base on her clothing, she's not from here." Fury finished and studies the woman on the video. How on earth did she get in this time? Who helped her?

"Should I call the Avengers, sir?" Maria started and Fury shook his head. No need for the Avengers. He needs to calm the woman first. And if she do something, that's when he will start calling the Avengers.

"No. We need to make her understand where she is and what year is. One at a time, agent. One at a time. We don't want her freaked out." Fury said and exited the car.

Fury scan the place and there's the woman he's looking for. Before Fury call her out, he first study the woman and he's definitely sure that this woman was somehow connected to Captain Rogers. As well as same age as him. Maria then stood beside him and that's when he spoke, clear enough for the woman to hear him.

"At ease, ma'am." he started. The woman spun around and face the man with a weird looking patch on his eyes and a woman who's dressed weirdly.

"We're not gonna hurt you, ma'am. This is my team and we can help you, if you allow us." The man continue and you still decide not to answer him back. You don't know him. You don't know them. They might hurt you so you kept your mouth shut.

"My name is Nick Fury. And this is Agent Maria Hill. We worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. May we know your name?" the man asked but you ignored what he said. You don't care because you just want to go home. Home with Steve and Bucky. This is not home.

"Where the hell am I?" You suddenly asked, which made the man startled for a second. He then fix himself and gave you his answer.

"New York, ma'am." he simply reply but you shook your head. No, he's lying! This is not home! You glare at the man as tears formed in your eyes.

"No! This is not home! This is not New York! You liar!" you cried. The man is definitely surprised at your outburst. You immediately wrap your arms around yourself to protect yourself from everyone. No, this is not home. He was lying. They were lying. How could they lie to you. You continue to calm yourself and as for the man, Fury walk towards you and crouch in front of you. He looked straight to your eyes and once he finish his sentence, tears streamed down your cheeks. This is not real, you thought.

"We don't know how you ended up here but this is not the year you grew up. This is not 1940's ma'am. It's the 21st century now. You're in year 2011 now, ma'am."

"What?"

"Can we ask what's your name?" the man named Fury asked as he sits in front of you. Your first thought was to ignore him but he's too annoying because he kept talking and talking even you don't understand what the hell he's talking about. You sigh and finally answering him.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Born in June 13, 1917, friends with Steven Grant "Steve" Rogers and James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. From Brooklyn, New York." you replied and as you look at the man, his eyes widened for a second and look back to you. You blink as his brow knitted together.

"Friends with Rogers and Barnes?" he asked you nod. You lift your left brow as you look at him. Does he know Steve and Bucky? Before you can ask, he excuse himself and walk towards the door. Before he close the door behind him, he glance back at you.

"I'll be back, Miss Y/L/N." he said and proceed to close the door, leaving you in the room full of 'technology', according to Fury. Might as well start familiair yourself with it.

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"Maria, call the Avengers right now. I want them asap." Fury ordered and Maria waste no time and rang the Avengers. She don't know what's happening or maybe it's related to the woman named Y/N.

When Fury entered the conference room, the Avengers can't tell if Fury's tensed or what. Fury cleared his throat and began the meeting.

"Avengers, I know this is a surprise but I'll cut the chase. We found someone at the Time Square 3 hours ago. No, before all of you say anything, no. Actually nothing's wrong. Instead, we found a woman who is from 1940s. Witnesses said she just came out from nowhere. They tried to help her but she refuse. Luckily they record it and we were there to help her asap. Right now, she's with us. And I want you Captain Rogers, Barnes, Banner and Stark to come up here and help the fuck out of me. I want you 4 be here asap. Maria will wait for you. Dismissed."

After the video ended, Fury told Maria to wait for the Avengers and direct them immediately to one of the secured room, where Y/N staying. Fury began walking towards the room to join Y/N and tell about the Avengers.

Back in the compound, none of the Avengers move from their seat, especially the two super soldiers. They can't help but to think about what Fury had said to them. Who the hell is he talking about? Back from 1940s? The quietness in the room was deafening and Tony can't help so he stood up from his seat and caught everyone's attention.

"You heard the man. He needs us asap so move your asses people!" Tony exclaimed and exited the room. The others started to walk out too but instead of going in their own room, they walk straight to the quinjet where Tony waiting for the other three. When Tony notice all of the Avengers entered the quinjet, he can't help but to throw a sarcastic comment. Did they not hear what Fury said? Tony can't help but to roll his beautiful eyes.

"Fury said four. FOUR. Me, capsicle, Banner and manchurian candidate. What are you doing here?" Tony asked but they ignore him. Finally, Steve arrives and Nat started the quinjet.

"Hey cap, didn't Fury said only four. Why didn't you stop them?" Tony continued as he glared the rest of the group. Clint and Sam laughed at Tony's tantrum while Banner walk towards Nat to ask if she needs help and to stay away from Tony's tantrum. He's too tired to deal with him. Steve pats Tony's arm and sat beside Bucky.

"Tony, it's alright. They told me they don't have anything to do so I let them join us. Don't worry, I'll tell Fury that it's on me. Okay?" Steve replied and Tony groaned and join Natasha and Bruce flying the quinjet.

Back with Steve and Bucky, both super soldiers still thinking about the woman who's from their time. Who could that be? Is that why Fury call them both? To ask if they know her? Thry tried to think of a possibility of who id the woman but none came up expect for the only girl who left them behind. It was Y/N. They promised her that they will be back but none of them came back. They broke her trust that's why even up to this day. They regretted leaving her behind. They were only her family and they let her down. They just want to turn back the time and apologize to her but they can't since they can't find her and she's gone.

When they finally arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D, Maria stood by and waited for the Avengers to exit the quinjet. She's not surprised that all of them are here. Maria shook hands with Steve and start walking towards Y/N's room. None of them spoke as they walk. They just want to see who is the woman is. And as for Bucky, he didn't want to think of it but he has a hunch of who's the woman is. He wants to say it to Steve but he decides not to. Not until they saw who is she. Finally, they arrived at the roo. Maria told the Avengers to wait and knock on the door. Fury open the door and gesture them to enter. Fury isn't also surprise to see the rest of the Avengers to join them.

Fury cleared his throat and that catches your attention. You spun around and your eyes widened to see that people in the room. But what surprises you is you're actually seeing two familiar faces. H-how? Without noticing, you run towards Steve and Bucky and hugged them tight. Your tears stream down your eyes as you broke the hug from the two. You held Steve face first and studies him. He hasn't change a bit. He still the guy who always fought back when someone tries to pick on him, the guy who always saves you from trouble. They guy you fell in love with even without the serum. He still the Steve Rogers, the kid from brooklyn. And then you turn to Bucky and held his face. A smiled formed in your lips. He also hasn't change. He still got those beautiful grayish blue eyes, that boyish smirk. You're fianlly gald that they were okay after tge war. No days you prayed for their safety. You were glad that they're here now. They both gave you their smile and you can't help but to hug the both again. You just missed so much that no words came out from your mouths. You all can talk later.

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"Doll, how did you get here? I mean, who,, wha– how?" Steve asked. Still confused how did you ending up in the 21st century. You glance to Steve and the rest of the Avengers and sigh and told them what happen.

"After you two didn't come back, we won the war. Then days later, I found myself captured by the HYDRA. They were making something, I don't know what is it but I heard they were going to make me the first subject of time travel. I can't do anythinf because I was tied up. I don't know how they know about me but there's this small guy and they call him Zola. They also said that if the operation was a success, they're going to make me someone who's against you. I had no idea what they're talking, Steve. They were so cruel to me. They didn't even let me eat for 3 days straight. Then the next thing I know, I was at that place where the picture was moving. And I met him..." Y/N finished and look to Fury. Steve can't help but to hug Y/N and kissed her head, telling that it's gonan be okay. Bucky and him are there to help her. Bucky and Steve caress Y/N's cheek and gave her a reaasuring smile.

"Doll, we promise that we will take care of you. We know we promise you back then and we broke it but let's us fix that. We don't know if you want to stay with us but we'll try to bring you back. The avengers will help you, doll. All you gotta do is to trust us okay? We can't lose you again. We'll protect you always and you know that right? We love you, Y/N. Till the end of line." Bucky said and you can't help but to smile. Bucky kissed you cheek and you turn to Steve and gave him a longing smile. He ducks his head down and you felt his lips on you. You broke from the kiss and gave the two a loving smile.

"Till the end of line..."

A/N: And that's the end! Whew, for the first time. I finally finished one story! Anyways, thank you so much for reading this even it's not a great story, but still thank you so much! Also, I am very sorry if this story is not that good or anything but I did my best. I don't know if you guys liked it but I wish you guys are. I know it's corny or anything but it's okay because I poured my heart and effort to finish it. I know the ending is lame but I hope you guys like it hehe! Again, thank you for reading! I love you all ❤❤❤

[the-angry-pixie]

camboy AU... but make it romantic

Camboy Bill AU feat. the OT7.

- basic stuff really

- Bill is a camboy (billoncam) on those websites that I don’t know enough about to be able to give a name.

- and he does sessions every few days in private chatrooms

- mostly solo stuff - either a vibrator or dildo in his ass whilst jacking it to the camera

- his fans love him because he is really chatty and responsive. and when he gets really turned on, he stutters. he always moans and thanks the person when someone sends him a tip - its like the tip button is directly connected to his vibrator, the way he moans every time it *dings*

- he has regulars. people who always seem to tune in and leave lots of tips. he comes to recognise their usernames.

- “welcome mikey-mike. i hope you’re having a good week.”

- “its good to see you again bigdickrich, what filthy things are you gonna say to me today?”

- stuff like that.

- he holds competitions among viewers - whoever gives him the most tips in a session gets to choose a name for him to call out when he cums

- as a result billoncam ends up moaning out “oh fuck carsforeddie! oh fuck you feel so good carsforeddie! oh fuck OH FUCK!” a lot.

- like previously stated, he’s known for his highly interactive solo stuff but every now and then his audience gets a guest appearance from other people. it always seems to be the same guys but we never get to see their faces 

- one has lovely golden skin that matches his golden curls that Bill loves to grab onto when he’s fucking him

- the other is this buff dude with dark blonde body hair that makes the most delicious sounds when he’s railing Bill

- thats right, billoncam be versatile as fuck

- even more versatile than first anticipated because one time during a session Bill is holding a photo on his phone up to show the camera and he accidentally swipes to the next photo which is of some redhead woman lying on a bed in lingerie

- the comment section goes wild and Bill is like “oh fuck, oh fuck you weren’t meant to see that, ah ha ha ha lets forget that happened pls” and he goes on with the session. trying to ignore all the questions hounding him about who the fuck that was and why was she on his bed??

- two days later when billoncam is next scheduled to cam it is immediately obvious that things are very different when the session starts on a shot of Bill sitting fully-clothed talking straight to camera

- “thanks for tuning in everyone. I just felt I wanted to do something a bit different today. There’s been lots of discussion and questions about what happened the other day and I’ve thought about it a lot and have decided that I would like to be honest with you. This is a part of who I am and I don’t want to feel ashamed of that. So the truth is... I’m bisexual. And this...”

- Bill holds up his phone showing a photo of Bill and the redhead from the lingerie photo hugging each other and smiling giddily at the camera

- “... this is Bev. She’s my girlfriend.”

- again, the comment section goes wild. Obviously Bill has been camming himself on a website for gay men and well... gays can still be mean and weird sometimes when it comes to bisexuality.

- “I know. I know. It’s not what you’ve come to expect from me. I’m sorry if you’re offended or something. Well actually I’m not sorry at all. I would never be sorry for being in love with Bev. She’s my rock. We’ve been together for so long and she means the world to me. And the only reason I’m showing her face on here is because she’s given me full permission. In fact she has her own camming channel. Which I can link you to if there are any fellow bi’s out there.”

- Because the internet is the internet, Bill notices he’s losing viewers quickly, but he’s kind of happy to note that some of his regulars are among the ones being super supportive

- sitonthis: you’re not really gay. get the fuckk outta here!

mikey-mike: thanks for being honest with us Bill. I’m bi too and some people on here need to be quiet and stop being rude.

erotic-cum-on-my-hole: where’s the dick??

bigdickrich: daaaaaaaaaaamn Bill. she’s fuckign hot! gimme dat link please >______>

br000ny: sick of these bi s trickin on us. im out.

carsforeddie: YO EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE BILL ALOONE!@! WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO DATE BILL?! HE’S FUCKING GORGEOUS AND PERFECT!! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ALL NEED TO MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT RIGHT THE FUCK NNOW!!e@!

- but it doesn’t stop there. Bill has more to tell. He doesn’t get naked at all that session. But he does come clean about being polyamorous. Apparently Bill and Bev were together for years before she started dating Ben. Who then eventually started dating Bill as well (mystery solved on who buff dude is). And then a little while after that Bill started dating Stan who also began dating everyone else eventually (mystery number two solved on who golden curls is)

- of course to respect privacy Bill doesn’t give names or photos for those two (they’re not into camming and only ever fuck Bill on cam as a favour cause they know Bill loves it so much). But he does wax poetic for a further half an hour on just how much he loves all his partners and then unexpectedly signs off.

- billoncam disappears for awhile. his sessions just suddenly stop. his fans reckon its probably got to do with the negative response he got to coming out as bi. 

- they try to reach out to him on his social media but never with any luck. its funny, billoncam’s sessions have weirdly become a bit of community thing. its strange. the regulars all kind of know each other and it feels wrong to not be coming all together (pun not intended) a few times a week on Bill’s channel. but whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore because it seems billoncam is no more. he’s been scared away.

- struggling radio personality Richie Tozier is definitely not expecting to run into Bill aka. billoncam in a random Los Angeles Starbucks one day. But he does. Thats him. That’s totally fucking him. The only way Richie could be more sure is if Bill whipped his junk out in the middle of this cafe.

- Richie is so stunned he can’t even think what to say. How to approach this guy that he has been jacking off to for the last year or so. 

- He ends up chasing Bill down the street and kind of pouncing on him. 

- Bill is understandably wary at first. But of course he’s kind of charmed by this nervous motormouth with his ridiculously syrupy-looking frappuccino concoction. Its strange how familiar he seems. He almost whispers the name to himself just as Richie practically yells “Oh by the way. I’m bigdickrich. Did I mention that? I might have forgotten to mention that. Fuck!”

- And well, a week or two later... billoncam makes a comeback suddenly.

- And he’s got a companion. A companion who is showing his face. Bill’s regulars know they definitely haven’t seen this guy (or his body) before but they don’t mind at all since the session is so much more intense because they can see both participants for once. And this new guy is very cute. In a hairy, gangly, bedraggled kind of way.

- Bill introduces the guy as his new friend. He says his new friend convinced him to come back online. And his new friend even gave permission for their first time together to be filmed live.

- New Friend’s eyebrows wiggle at the camera behind his thick dark-framed glasses

- this sends a thrill through the audience obviously. such an intimate thing that theyre witnessing. New Friend doesnt seem to mind though. In fact he seems to lap up the attention and is very willing to take suggestions from the audience of just what he should do to Bill. 

- the vibrator and dildo remain untouched on the bed that day. 

- and its right at the end, still panting and sweating and coming down from their highs that Bill mentions that his New Friend is a previous audience member.

- “some of you might recognise the username. This is bigdickrich. Sooo... I guess we now know he wasn’t exaggerating with that name ha ha” to which Richie just grins at the camera holding his hands up under his chin.

- the comment section goes BONKERS!

- carsforeddie: THAT ANNOYING CRUDE SON OF A BITCH!! WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS THE UNIVERSE SO UNFAIR! FUCK!”

mikey-mike: good for you bigdickrich. you’re a real lucky guy. 

twinksfordays: i want to choke on bigdickrich’s cock

carsforeddie: HOW?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! EW I JUST JACKED IT TO THAT ASSHOLE! FUCK I NEED TO SHOWER”

- Bill and Richie giggle and converse with the commenters for awhile and then sign off.

- billoncam returns to regularly camming again. much the way he was before. mostly solo. though sometimes with guest stars. and Richie becomes a more and more frequent feature. He’s the only one (besides Bev popping in now and then) who shows his face.

- and then, billoncam hits 100,000 subscribers

- and Bill. Well he has to make it special right? So he auctions himself off. There has to be some careful wording and labelling so that he can’t be done for prostitution but... essentially Bill auctions off the chance for him to travel and spend the night with the highest bidder.

- of course carsforeddie is not going to let this opportunity slide by him. He’s a successful businessman. He might only be 25 but he’s got money to burn and he’s been loving lusting after billoncam for a LONG TIME

- its undisclosed just how much Eddie Kaspbrak, luxury car rental business owner ends up paying for billoncam to fly to New York and spend the night with him - for legal reasons obviously. And no, Eddie does not give permission for the deed to be filmed.

- But! Its perfectly legal to say that the 2nd time Bill fucks Eddie - the 3rd, the 4th, the 5th and the 6th and all the times that follow - are done completely for free!

- Ben jokes to Richie privately about them going to need to move into a bigger house if Bill keeps adding people to this relationship.

- It becomes less of a joke and more of a reality as Eddie moves permanently to Los Angeles 6 months (and lots of trips to LA) later.

- And thats it. Theyre nearly there. There’s just one more thing missing. One more piece to the puzzle. Bill doesn’t know why he feels this way. He just does.

- Luckily Mike Hanlon (aka as mikey-mike) has been unknowingly working away on this very thing for months. Not that he would have dared to assume that anything would happen when he slid into billoncam’s DM’s 18 months ago.

- He’s just a country boy from bumfuck nowhere. There’s no reality in this universe where he and the likes of billoncam would ever cross paths. But he enjoys talking to him. They have a lot of laughs. And Bill is surprisingly sweet and very well spoken. They like a lot of the same things. The same literature, the same sports teams. Bill is always asking after the animals on Mike’s family’s farm. Mike wishes he could get to know him better. 

- Bill wants the same thing. He’d give anything to meet the sweet-souled farmboy from Maine who brightens Bill’s day whenever he gets a new message from him. I mean, it helps that he’s also gorgeous with the most wonderful smile, but thats beside the point.

- Bill ends up putting his money where his mouth is. Just enough to buy a return plane ticket to LA, so that Mike can come visit him, and cover the cost of a hotel room (ya know, in case he doesn’t want to stay with Bill and the rest of them. Bill would never want to make him uncomfortable).

- Needless to say Mike fits right into the family almost immediately. 

- its a couple of months later and billoncam still exists, but its like a relic now. Bill pours all his creative energy into his new channel “the-lucky-seven”. Its a channel shared by everyone and its outrageously popular. Sure there are still a few individuals who are too shy or anxious to show their faces but the audience doesn’t seem to care. There’s so much variety to be found on the channel. Different combinations of people doing a live cam nearly every second day. 

- they’re all unapologetic, they all love each other, and they don’t mind sharing it with the world. 

- :) :) :) :) B) :) :)

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Did I really just write a romance story about camming? Why yes, I think I did. Ha Ha. Hope you enjoyed. :)