#i thought he was the dude w the hair 10 feet tall turns out he’s just the dude w the yellow peekaboo highlights

[yuwuta]

started blue lock and before i become invested is this supposed to end in 24 episodes or is there intention for a s2

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek 

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them 

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles 

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

[do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger]

Hi! Can I get a ship? I'm an INFP, straight girl with social anxiety. I listen to music all the time. (mostly rock) I never leave the house without my earphones. I enjoy movie nights, reading books (romance and mystery are my favourite genres), playing videogames, goofing around with my friends. My friends would describe me as kind, helpful and loyal. I'm really into photography. I wanted to be a photographer as a kid, but it's just a hobby nowadays. I'm a hopeless romantic and a night owl. It takes time for me to open up to people, but once I'm there I can be pretty talkative. I'm 5'8" tall, I have half long brown hair, dark brown eyes and I wear glasses. If I have to describe my style it would be somewhat 80s grunge. Thank you!

(tw: swearing and eating)

I ship you with Scott Summers!

You never got along very well with Scott Summers.

He always came across as a bit of a preppy asshole. Not that his preppy-ness was necessarily correlated to his asshole-ness, but it did seem to enhance it.

You may think that not getting along perfectly with some random boy who happened to live in the (large) building you live in is not much of a problem, but you are incorrect.

When your best friend (and dorm-mate) of ten years, Jean, is on a so-called "superhero team" with and is good friends with said boy, it is not exactly easy to avoid him.

Since Jean's biological family was not around, she made her own.

The first member of her so-called found family was you, who arrived just a day before she did. When she first entered your dorm, you were adjusting all of your newly unpacked trinkets. You were both young enough to immediately become friends, no questions asked, and your friendship stuck. You two tended to keep to yourselves and each other, until you two were older.

When Jean was invited to join the X-Men with some of her friends, you couldn’t have been prouder. The problem was that when you met this other part of her found family, it did not go well. None of you clicked whenever in the same room, and Scott immediately made fun of you the moment he met you. You ultimately decided to avoid her other friends, but be supportive of them. Not because you couldn’t handle Scott, but because you didn’t want to put Jean in a position where she had to choose between you and them. Overall, this just made Jean desperately want you and her other friends to get along.

"Come on, just sneak out with us this one time!" Jean was sitting on the edge of your bed, making puppy dog eyes at you and clasping her hands together.

She always tried to convince you to hang out with her friend group. Even if that meant, in this case, convincing you to break (very reasonable) rules with them.

"No. Absolutely not. Jubilee is going to try to 'catch me a man', and Scott's going to try to be funny but just end up making fun of me. Besides, why would I break school rules and steal a car for a trip to the mall?"

"Because you haven't seen Empire Strikes Back yet, and I bought you a ticket for 1:00 PM today."

"Shit. You're evil, you know that? This is unfair. You know me too well."

Jean beamed at you. "Thank you, I try. Now, get dressed, you're going to love this."

"I am dressed, and you can’t make demands. I’m the one being convinced here!"

"I will not be pestered by Jubilee's pleas to let her give you a makeover! Just throw on jeans instead of your sweatpants or something! Now chop, chop! We're leaving in 10 minutes!"

"I'm sorry, 10 minutes?"

"I knew if you had more than 15, you would change your mind. Meet me by the front door when you're ready to go!"

After Jean left your shared room, you threw on some different clothes and hastily grabbed everything you needed to go. With your sneakers in your hands, you ran into the school's kitchen and shoved a granola bar in your mouth. As you were hopping, trying to force your shoes on your feet, someone spoke from behind you.

"Well, you look elegant as ever."

You froze, squinted your eyes, and clenched your jaw. Well, as much as you could with the previously mentioned granola bar in your mouth.

Scott Summers.

You swallowed and turned around, plastering on a smile in preparation to respond to his sarcasm.

"Well, you know me, unwaveringly ethereal."

Once you finished your attempt to keep the peace, your grin dropped off your face and you went to tie on your shoes, occasionally having to push your glasses back up your nose as you did so.

Jean then started talking to you while making her way into the kitchen.

"Come on, we need to go before Charles's class ends- well, well, well, look at you two!" she spoke in a sing-song tone at the end.

"Trust me, there's no 'you two' here." Scott hissed at her. Hissed! The audacity, would it be so terrible for him to be theoretical friends with you?

"Calm down, I just mean that I'm glad you two are talking," Jean said. "But we need to go. Like- now."

Jean then grabbed you by the arm and started to pull you out of the room, wiggling her eyebrows at Scott on the way out. Scott got up to trail behind you two, if he could glare at people with the glasses he wore, then he would have been glaring at her.

You elbowed Jean in the side and whisper shouted at her.

"What was that? What was the purpose of the eyebrow wiggle?"

"What eyebrow wiggle? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're a menace to society, you know that?"

"I am aware that you don't actually think I'm a menace, but I appreciate the compliment." She leaned down and messed up your hair. "Now let's move it!"

When you got to the minivan you were all "borrowing" from Charles, most everyone was already there. Kurt, Jubilee, and Peter took the back seats, and Ororo was sitting in the driver's seat.

You walked to sit shotgun, but Jean sped up to beat you to the seat.

Suspicious.

Squinting at her, you went to sit in the middle row, where Scott also made to sit.

It was silent for the first minute of the drive until Jubilee tried to strike up a conversation.

"So! Y/N, I'm so glad you decided to hang out with us! I love your outfit. Ooh! Peter, hand me my bag! I have a scrunchie that will match perfectly."

Peter looked at her with mock disbelief. "Yeah. dude, make me reach behind my seat and into the trunk of the car."

Kurt clearly did not want to be part of this conflict.

Jubilee smiled sweetly at Peter. "Shut up and grab me my bag, please?"

Peter sighed half-sarcastically. "Yes ma'am."

Well, Jean's friends were just as you remember (aka slightly crazy).

You heard Jean's voice in your mind "If you don't wear that scrunchie it will genuinely hurt Jubilee's feelings, and I will never forgive you."

You looked at her through the mirror and raised your eyebrows.

Jubilee's voice took back your attention. "Here it is! Scotty, I can't reach. Can you hand this to her?"

Scott visibly winced at the nickname "Scotty" but handed you the scrunchie anyway. After trying to hide your amusement at the use of "Scotty", you attempted to put your hair up with the scrunchie, and you saw Jean smile. You were determined to make friends with these people for Jean.

"Thanks, Jubilee," You smiled at her. "So, how do I look?"

Scott chimed in immediately. "Like you're twelve."

"Ok, shut up Scott. You look cool, Y/N." Ororo gave you a thumbs up from the front seat. They were all clearly told to make friends with you by Jean in the same way you were. Well... told or threatened. Who's to say.

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. When you finally arrived at the mall and exited the car, you felt like you could finally breathe. You spoke first while you were all walking into the mall.

"So, how are we planning on killing time before Empire?"

"Well, Jubilee wanted to pick up some more eyeshadow with me, and Peter, Kurt, and Ororo are probably going to buy even more colored leather jackets," Jean said.

"Where does that leave me and your wallflower?" Scott asked Jean. You turned to look at him, attempting to make your lack of amusement clear. "What?" He shrugged, "It's true!"

"Ok, first of all, she's not actually that shy, you're just mean. Second of all, I was hoping you two could go into the book shop together until we're done."

Your eyes widened as you turned to Jean, silently begging her not to leave you and Scott alone.

"What? Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy? Maybe I thought you would try to get along because you both love me and I want you to be friends!"

Scott responded first. "You're totally guilt-tripping us right now."

"Yes!" Jean responded. "Yes I am, and you better be feeling guilty. Now, we're all going inside, and you are going into that bookstore together, you are going to bond over your cheesy dreams about falling in love, and, Scott, you are going to be kind! Or I will be very upset!"

You and Scott looked at each other (slightly afraid) before you turned to Jean and nodded your head at her.

"Ok. Let's go, Scott." You looked at him and he nodded at you both of you then started to head to the bookstore.

In the door of the shop, you glanced at him awkwardly. "So... is there a specific section you want to visit? Or-"

"Uh, I usually just... wander." He was bouncing on his heels.

"Oh! Ok, uh... where you lead I will follow!"

He spun around and started to walk aimlessly, actually trying to make conversation.

"So- you take photos?"

"...How did you know that?"

"I've seen you. That sounds creepy, I just mean that I saw you with a camera once when you walked Jean to training. It seemed nice. Only a dumbass would own a nice camera and not use it."

"How kind of you to not see me as a dumbass," you mumbled as you ran your hand across the book binds. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Not really to be honest. Well, actually- I like... cars."

"...Cars. Huh. Elaborate."

"My brother, his name is Alex, taught me how to fix up cars when I was younger. Ooh- recently we found this beautiful 1962 AMC Rambler- I mean, it was basically a pile of garbage, but we're fixing it up."

"What's a Rambler?"

"W- 'What's a Rambler?'" He looked at you like you were speaking another language. "A 1962 AMC Rambler is only the car of my dreams!"

"The 'car of your dreams'?"

"Uh, yeah. What- do you not have a dream car?"

You laughed at him, "No? I don’t know that much about cars."

"You don’t have to know shit about cars to have a dream car! Come on, you don't have any car you would want to drive?"

"A school bus."

"...What do you mean."

"I mean- I bet I could live in a school bus. It's big, has a lot of windows, it's yellow." Scott was surprisingly easy to talk to.

"A school bus. Huh."

"I thought of that on the spot, it's not a long-term dream of mine."

"No, I see the appeal. I do think it's weird that you listed it being yellow as one of its positive attributes though."

"Holy shit. Holy shit!"

"What? What's the problem?"

You grabbed the book you spotted and held it out to him with your arms fully outstretched, it almost hit his nose. "Do you know what this is?"

Scott's hands appeared at the top of the book, and he pushed it down so you could see his confused expression. "A... book?"

"Very funny, Scotty, but no this is not just a book. This is a sequel."

He crossed his arms across his chest. "... 'Scotty'? I'm gonna kill Lee."

"Who's Lee?"

"Jubilee."

"If you can call her 'Lee' why can’t she call you 'Scotty'?"

"Because 'Scotty' makes me sound like I'm twelve!"

"Well, according to you, this scrunchie makes me look twelve. So I guess we're even, Scotty."

"I see why you and Jean are friends. You’re both evil."

"I called her evil not 10 minutes ago! Look at us, 'bonding' and all."

"Speaking of a 10 minutes ago, and that whole 'twelve' thing, I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"Sorry for calling you twelve... and a wallflower. You seem... neat."

"Thanks... I think."

"Neat is a good thing."

"I'm kinda messy actually."

"I meant neat as in like- cool. Plus, you’re the first friend-ish person I've had that also wears glasses!"

You smiled at each other for a moment.

This was amusing.

He was amusing.

Unfortunately, someone popped the bubble encasing you and Scott. "Wow, 'friendish'? That's an upgrade from them low-key hating each other."

You whipped your head around to see Peter and Jean standing on the other side of the aisle, clearly having been observing and talking about you.

Scott spoke first. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough," Jean smiled. "You two get along."

"...So?" Scott asked.

"So, about an hour ago that seemed completely impossible."

An hour? That couldn’t be possible. "Wait, what time is it?"

Jean responded. "12:45, you’ve sure been chatting for a long time."

Scott cleared his throat and turned to you, "So, uh, you should buy that book, and then we should head to the movie theater room thingie."

You looked back at him. "Yeah! Ok, so... yeah."

After you and Scott walked away, Peter leaned over to whisper to Jean. "Well, that was a long glance. We've really gotta lock 'em in a closet together or something."

Jean shoved Peter, and you all went about your mall trip as you did before, except that now you might have a new friend... ish.

[gamerwoo]

A Guide to Seventeen

This lil guide is mostly for @sugarboyuto​, but honestly this is for anybody who wants to get into Seventeen. They’re definitely not slept on, but there are a lot of people who are wary of a lot of members, so hopefully this makes it a lil easier.

Despite being called Seventeen, there are 13 members. They did a show while creating the group called Seventeen TV, which you can probably find on YouTube or somewhere on the internet. There were 17 members before, but some left or got cut (I’m not positive because I didn’t watch it oop). But they’re called Seventeen because there are 13 members, 3 main units (hip hop, performance, and vocal), and they make 1 group. 13+3+1=17.

Music Videos (in order):

Shining Diamond (pre-debut and technically doesn’t count but it’s a bop no matter how cringey anybody says it is)

Adore U (actual debut song)

Mansae

Pretty U

Very Nice

Boom Boom

Don’t Wanna Cry

Clap

Thanks

Call Call Call (Japanese)

Oh My!

Getting Closer

Home

Happy Ending (Japanese)

Hit

Fear

Unit Music Videos (in order):

Check In (hip hop unit)

Highlight (performance unit)

Change Up (svt leaders)

Trauma (hip hop unit)

Lilili Yabbay (performance unit)

Pinwheel (vocal unit)

Other Music Videos (not in order and I’m probably missing some):

My I (Jun and Minghao Korean ver)

My I (Jun and Minghao Chinese ver)

Home (Chinese ver)

Oh My (Chinese ver)

Just Do It (BooSeokSoon)

Chocolate (vocal unit but for some reason it doesn’t count as a unit mv??)

Q and A (Seungcheol, Jihoon, Hansol, and Ailee)

Videos To Watch To Learn Members:

Ask In A Box Part 1

Ask In A Box Part 2

Seventeen Play Who’s Who (but minus Seungkwan because he was sick)

an unhelpful guide to seventeen (this is probably what i watched bc it was made around the time i got into them tbh)

Seventeen Member Profiles

a shitty guide to seventeen

Misc Videos That Might Help But I Just Like Them:

Mingyu and Seokmin on Weekly Idol for year of the dog

Seventeen on Idol Room

Going Seventeen TTT (bc who doesn’t like to see guys driving)

Going Seventeen Playground

Woozi playing the drums

This performance of Clap bc Mingyu plays the guitar

Jun playing piano and Soonyoung’s solo

Seventeen on Knowing Bros

Minghao using nunchucks ft Jun sorta using nunchucks

Don’t Wanna Cry part switch

Mansae part switch

Pretty U part switch

basically any part switch

Below the cut is also a short guide to Seventeen in age order!! (and yes I had to look up their birthdays I only know what year they’re born lmao)

S.Coups

Real name: Choi Seungcheol

95 line (and he the oldest)

Overall leader but also the leader of hip hop unit

1/3 hyung line

he yell 

he also point

loves to mess with his members as much as they love to mess w him

but he loves them and carats so much

said he only wants carats to look at him

he’s everybody’s husband basically

big soft boi

Jeonghan

Real name: Yoon Jeonghan

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 of sloth line lmao

he loves winning and will do it at all costs

often caught cheating but nobody ever calls him out

he used to have long hair (i think thats how most people know him tbh)

i confused him and josh a lot when i first got into them lmao

he babies chan but its fine bc everybody does

idk if he still does it but he used to always be like “dino who’s baby are you” and it was like a thing idk

Joshua

Real name: Joshua Hong (Korean name is Hong Jisoo)

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 English line

born and raised in California but he’s 100% Korean

when they first debuted and honestly for a few years, everybody pushed the gentleman persona on him

and I’m not saying he’s not a gentleman but he’s definitely not just a gentleman u feel me

lowkey a crackhead even if he tries to hide it sometimes

he’s religious so people always push this “good church boy” trope on him but sometimes they take it too far tbh

let him live

Jun

Real name: Wen Junhui (Korean name is Moon Junhwi)

96 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 of China line

he rarely gets lines its sad bc his vocals are beautiful and his range is great

he was on a Chinese TV program with Minghao called The Collaboration (I think???) and he was so cute

“English is so dangerous” yes babie u are correct

he’s friends with Yanan from Pentagon and they were partners on the show and they were adorable

loves animals a lot its adorable

give the poor babie more lines

Hoshi

Real Name: Kwon Soonyoung

96 line

performance unit leader

1/3 of booseoksoon

used to be a hamster and now he’s a self-proclaimed tiger and seventeen clowns him for it

very proud of his 10:10 eyes (they look like they’re slanted up to be 10:10 on a clock)

honestly has the cutest laugh ever

hyper and loud af

has choreographed some of their dances and i think he still assists with them????

just a very happy boi

Wonwoo

Real name: Jeon Wonwoo

96 line

1/4 hip hop unit

1/2 of sloth line

certified gamer boi lmao (so are cheol and jihoon)

he literally had to show soonyoung how to play video games on his computer lmao

this dude is so dedicated to gaming that he sleeps in the living room instead of in his shared room with seungcheol so they can both have room for their setups

deep voice

looks very scary but he soft

loves cats and is afraid of dogs

when he smiles or laughs he does a nose scrunch just look up wonwoo nose scrunch trust me

shy boi

but he also a breadstick (he’s very very thin he is definitely not apart of thicc line)

Woozi

Real name: Lee Jihoon

96 line

leader of vocal unit

the shortest member but people act like he’s like 3 feet tall

he’s 5′5 he’s not that short ok

everybody says he looks like yoongi from bts

he produces most if not all of seventeen’s songs so he feels a lot of pressure to have seventeen be successful

he may be cute and tiny but he’ll fuck u up

he picked up wonwoo over his shoulder before it was hilarious lmao

he’s still soft tho

also just wants to stay inside all the time even when they’re traveling

boy can d a n c e

plays a lot of instruments too

clarinet, drums, piano, probably more stuff tbh

DK/Dokyeom

Real name: Lee Seokmin

97 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 of booseoksoon

the actual sun tbh

he’s so happy all the time and he’s so kind to everybody how can you not love him

hits those high notes real well

he was in a musical for king arthur and he played arthur so he’s now a certified actor

lowkey rap extraordinaire lmao

always making jokes and trying to make everybody happy

basically the mood maker

Mingyu

Real name: Kim Mingyu

97 line

1/4 hip hop unit

he’s totally a himbo

he’s so beautiful and he’s getting pretty ripped but god he’s so dumb

he’s “the cook” of seventeen even though like,,,,,,other members also cook

he’s clumsy as hell too lmao he almost dropped an award after they just won it

also has a deep voice

him and wonwoo are a really popular ship they’re called meanie but it’s a long story

he’s also the tallest member he’s like 6′1 i think

The8

Real name: Xu Minghao (Korean name is Seo Myungho)

97 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 China line

he’s literally good at everything

he can sing, dance, rap, bboy, use nunchucks, do some cool shit w his hands/fingers, idk dude is amazing

he also tells fans to put themselves first and not seventeen and basically breaks the delusion that fans own them or will be with them

basically the opposite of seungcheol lmao

since his stage name is the8, he goes 8th in the lineup, so he would be in seokmin’s place

people paid him dirt from debut to like 2017 or 2018 but then he found himself and had a glowup and now everybody thirsts after him but he deserves better because he’s always been amazing

also pledis give him more lines

Seungkwan

Real name: Boo Seungkwan

98 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 booseoksoon

1/3 maknae line

he’s very good with variety shows so he’s always making jokes and being loud

also hits insane high notes

he’s just super loud and goofy but in a different way from seokmin somehow????

definitely apart of thicc line but like,,,,,,not important

Vernon

Real name: Hansol Vernon Chwe (Korean name is Choi Hansol)

98 line

1/3 hip hop unit

1/2 English line

he was born in America but he moved to Korea when he was,,,,5 i think????

he’s half korean and half white and people used to give him a lot of shit for it and some people probably still do which sucks

stop calling hansol ‘some white boy’ for the love of god

he’s kind of a meme as in he’s just really goofy but it’s so endearing

but sometimes he’s just quiet and doesn’t do much like it’s 50/50

he’s just a very sweet and thoughtful boi

oh him and seungkwan are also a popular ship bc one time hansol was asked his favorite part of seungkwan and he literally turned that boi around and slapped his cake and was like “the butt” so there’s that

Dino

Real name: Lee Chan

99 line

1/4 performance unit

1/3 maknae line

not that it matters but chan is the thiccest person in seventeen i saw them at kcon ny and oh my god you cant even photograph how thicc

moving on

he doesn’t get enough love tbh like there are always stories of fans ignoring him or not sending him any flower wreath things and it’s so infuriating and sad so pls love chan !!!!

does videos called dino’s danceology where he creates choreo to songs and just dances

he’s so fuckin talented holy shit he dances so well and he can sing and he can rap (see his rap in boom boom that’s the best part)

he gets babied so everybody sees him as one but he definitely isn’t like sometimes he acts like he should be the oldest lmao

but he definitely has his babie moments but they all do

Okay, I think that’s everything! I hope this helped and please show Seventeen lots of love!! 

[kayteewritessteve]

Secrets and Sins - 4/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 2,700 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Brief mentions of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse—nothing to in depth but could be upsetting to some. Plus possible other triggering thoughts and feelings described.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors, so there’s that.

A few days after your girls night out, and your run in with those piercing deep blues eyes, you are at work. Finding it unbelievably hard to get your mind off the well dressed guy from the club. Though you had tried everything you could to put him out of your mind. Reasoning that you’d never see him again, and even if you did, the same rules would still apply. Dating was not an option for you at this time. That much you knew. But it seemed the more you tried to forget him, the more he just took over your head. He had basically become your main thought since that night and you prayed the thoughts would kindly fuck off, and fast. As it was becoming pretty damn inconvenient, to say the least. But lord, if that man couldn’t fill out a suit in all the right ways—

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, “Wha-yeah…?” Looking up you saw Wanda, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. You had clearly zoned out, again. Fuck.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout?” She asked with a knowing look then giggled, “Let me guess, does it have something to do with blue eyes?”

You groaned and continued tidying up the table you were clearing, “Yes, I feel like a love sick teenager. Pining over some dude I talked to for all of 10 minutes, one I’ll never meet again.” You grumbled out that last part. No, you were bitter about your shit luck at all.

“I still can’t believe you turned him down.” she shook her head as she helped you grab all the dirty dishes from the table.

“What was I supposed to do?” You rolled your eyes before mumbling, mainly to yourself, “Such an awkward moment.”

“Turning him down was probably not the route you should have taken there though, but,” she shrugged, “to late now”

“Not helping, Wanda!” You spat out and though you were trying to sound stern, it clearly didn’t work, at all. As you both ended up laughing as you headed towards the bar to put the glasses in the dirty bin. “This is just my luck. I bet he was probably super sweet and would have wooed me off my damn feet and proposed in like a year. We would have had beautiful babies and both lived long and happy lives.” You sighed dreamily in a mock way.

Wanda just chuckled and shook her head, as Gamora joined you both behind the bar, “We pining over blue eyes again?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows and looking between Wanda and you.

“Always,” Wanda laughed then skipped away to tend to her table.

“Girl, seriously, you gotta get over it,” Gamora started, pausing mid way through making a drink then nodding, “or under something else. Et vite.” she added firmly. She had this weird thing for randomly throwing words in different languages into her sentences—Usually French, much like she just did, she was a damn language chameleon. Any language she wanted to learn, she did.— It was weird at first but you’d gotten used to it now. However the first time she’d done it, it had confused the hell out of you, but she just informed you that she had travelled before college, and picked up the French language then, and really fucking quickly at that.

But not only that, she had also almost married some rando dude named Peter while she was backpacking through Europe, only to later find him in bed with some English chick named Tessa. Gamora has gone into vivid detail about the girls ‘dicked eyebrows’, saying she was pissed he cheated on her with a ‘fugly ass bitch like that’. And that the girl would have been better off just shaving her eyebrows off entirely and starting from scratch. It was a hilarious story that almost resulted in you peeing your damn pants. Fucking Gamora. Girl had a way with story telling.

“I know. I know. I’m pathetic,” you joked, “but seriously, I’m pretty much over it.” You paused, that was a lie. Sound more convincing. “Just focusing on getting my life on track right now, which is more important currently then dating. That is why I turned him down in the first place.” Better? Kind of, but not really.

“Good plan. Men suck. Chicks before dicks and all that jazz,” she waved a hand around then wandered off to drop off the drinks she’d just made to one of her tables.

A few hours later the front door opened and Thor entered in front of a tall slender man, with long jet black hair. Who did not look impressed to be here. That had to be Loki, and even though he looked nothing like Thor, the girls had told you a bit about him. Including the stark difference in appearances, something about Loki being adopted, or something. They also informed you that he was pretty harmless, but had his snappy moments. And tended to be in a mischievous mood often. He disliked incompetence, idiocy and tardiness, among many other things. Guy sounded exhausting. But as long as you worked hard, kept your mouth shut and showed up on time he was happy. Or at least as happy as a grumpy man could be.

You began working your way through the pile of dirty cups, as your section was all taken care of, for the moment, and you didn’t want to just stand around doing nothing. And looking useless.

Thor approached the bar, “Y/N, this is brother Loki, the other owner of this wonderful establishment.” He motioned around with both hands, in a flourishing way before gesturing to you, “Loki, this is Y/N, our newest waitress. She is fitting in wond—“

“Thank you, Thor,” he cut him off rather shortly, “but i’ll be the judge of how well she is ‘fitting in’ here,” he said sharply. Thor just smiled apologetically at you and nodded.

“Y/N, was it?” Loki asked, and you put your hand out for him to shake but all he did was look at it, interestingly, then crinkle his nose to stare at you.

“Ah…Yes, sir,” you lowered your hand back down, awkwardly. What a dick.

“Try not to screw up,” was all he said in return.

“Of course, sir,” you nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and instead shot him an overly fake smile, teeth and all. Not like he’d know it was fake. However, by the twinkle in Thor’s eyes and the smirk on his lips, you figured he did. Whelp, there you have it. Your first official meeting with your other boss. Such a dick.

Loki took off through the door to the stairs with Thor following close behind. It was weird for Loki to be here as it was the middle of the month, Wanda had told you he only ever showed up at the end of the month to check the books. Well, unless he had a meeting. You’d bet that was probably the case.

You shook your head then refocused on continuing to clean the dishes but after a few minutes someone cleared their throat, startling you and you dropped the glass in your hand, it shattered upon impact with the floor. “Shit,” You mumbled and cringed before looking up, and instantly thinking you must have passed out. Or maybe you had died? Because the blue eyes staring at you couldn’t be real, could they? There was no way they belonged to the mystery man from the club.

You quickly blinked at him a few times as if waiting for him to vanish into thin air. But he didn’t. You shook your head “Ah, sorry, don’t mind me.” You waved off your, once again, awkward behaviour, “So, what can I get cha?”

There was that damn smirk again, “No apologies needed,” his eyes lowered clearly looking at your name tag. “Y/N. and I’ll take a scotch. Neat.” You could hear the amusement oozing off his words. Whelp, he knows your name now…And where you work. Fuck.

You absently nodded your response before spinning around to find the best scotch the pub had, an idea popping into your head. You pulled the bottle off the shelf and poured 2 fingers into the glass then turned around to put the glass in front of him. “How much do I owe you, doll?”

You raised your hand and shook your head. “Nothing. Call us even.”

He just stared at you for a moment, his expression blank, unreadable. What you wouldn’t give for the power of mind reading right about now. But then he broke the silence, “If I remember correctly, I got you two drinks,” he raised a smug brow towards you.

You laughed and shook your head again, “Well, you caught me there, I guess I still owe you.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded, “I guess you do.” The words sent a chill down your spin as he turned around and headed towards the door to the left of the bar, the same one Thor and Loki had gone through only moments earlier. Clearly Loki was, in fact, here for a meeting.

You began to wonder what blue eyes did for a living, why would he be meeting with Thor and Loki. Maybe he was in the business? Or worked for a liquor company? Possibly a lawyer or business partner, maybe? He was in the VIP section at the club… You shook your head. That’s none of your business. You had turned him down, and for good reason, so what he did for a living shouldn’t matter to you.

Just as you were trying to refocus on cleaning yet again, you noticed him pause to look back at you, he had only made it a few steps away from the bar, and once again a smirk plastered on his handsome face. “See you around, Y/N,” but it wasn’t wishful thinking, no, it was a promise. You heard it in his voice. And the way your name rolled off his tongue not only made you weak in the knees, but also made you acutely aware that he was rather pleased with himself. Pleased with the fact that he had learned your name, without your help.

Once he was through the door you groaned then crouched down to clean up the broken glass. You weren’t sure you’d be able to handle anymore run-ins with him, at least not without jumping him right then and there. But you couldn’t. Dating = bad news bears. So instead, you decided it would probably be best to just die right here on the floor. Or quit your job. Yeah, that one. You rolled your eyes. Always so dramatic.

Once again, here you were pining over the same blue eyed guy, wishing you could have been in a position to have accepted his first date invite. Now you only had more for your mind to run with about him. You had noticed just how fucking hot he was at the club, but the low lighting did not do him justice. And yes, his hair was blonde, and styled just right. His suit looked tailored to him, and most likely super expensive. Making the ‘where he worked’ question pop back up in your head. Obviously he made good money, where ever he worked—

You heard hasty footsteps coming towards you and looked up to see Wanda scampering over, before she crouched down beside you to help you clean up the broken glass. She quickly peered around then whispered harshly, “Y/N, do you know who that was?!”

You gave her a puzzled look and whispered back, “Yeah,” you said slowly, “blue eyes. But how do you know who that was…?”

“What!?” She damn near yelled before slapping a hand over her mouth, “THAT was blue eyes!? Oh god…oh god. Not good.”

You furrowed your brows at her “Jesus Wanda, what’s gotten into you….?” You hissed before it clicked, “Wait, why is that not good?!”

“That was Steve Rogers. As in the mob boss Steve Rogers. As in the King of fucking New York Steven Grant Rogers. As in—“

“I get it, Wanda. Shit.” you cut her off with a glare, then it sank in and your eyes widened, “Oh fuck. Nope. Nooope. No.” You shook your head adamantly, “No fucking thank you.”

“He came in, took one look at you then headed directly for the bar.” She looked thoughtful for a second, “Which is odd because he never goes to the bar before his meetings with the guys. He usually comes in and goes straight upstairs,” she looked confused for a moment before shooting bolt up right to stand again. “Oh god. He only got a drink so he could talk to you,” she said rather loudly.

“Shhhh Wanda!” You grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, “Someone will hear you. Fuck.”

“Y/N, this is bad. What if he asks you out again?! You can’t say no!”

“Like hell I can’t,” you mumbled, “I refuse to get caught up in that world,” ..again. Though you left that last part out.

She shook her head vehemently, “No one rejects Steve Rogers, Y/N.”

“Well judging by the fact that I already have once before, I’m sure I’ll have no issues doing it again,” You both stood up and you threw out the broken glass and dirty paper towels. He had just been standing right in front of you, in the flesh, and he could have asked you out again, asked for your number, fucking anything. But he hadn’t. Maybe he wasn’t that interested in you. Furrowing your brow again as you turned back to Wanda, “Well, that is if I even find myself in that situation again.”

“Don’t look so damn conflicted about it,” she giggled, “let’s just hope he drops it and leaves you alone.” she said as she raised her left hand and crossed her fingers at you before she took off to tend to her tables. Yeah, let’s fucking hope he does.

“Shit. I knew that smirk only meant trouble,” you mumbled to yourself before going to check on your own tables. Hoping you could just avoid him from now on. Or at least once he was done his meeting with the brothers. You’d hide in the bathroom if you had to. Yes, that is a solid plan. You rolled your eyes again, aware it wasn’t.

With every passing minute you became more anxious. More nervous. What was with you and mob bosses!? Did you have a sign on your head that read ‘I like them as fucking dangerous as they come’. You were clearly a magnet for thugs. But at least you always held the bar high, only drawing in the fucking Kings. Fuck. You crinkled your nose. Jesus christ. This was just your fucking luck.

Just then the door by the bar opened. And your stomach was instantly in your throat. Steve and Thor exited with Loki close behind. You looked up at them before locking eyes with Steve. Still with that damn smirk on his face only this time he paired it with a wink in your direction. Probably the hottest fucking wink anyone had ever shot your way. Why does he have to fucking look like that!? Damnit. But then he turned to shake Thor and Loki’s hands, exchanging a few whispered words with them, words you couldn’t make out over the noise of the patrons around you, then just like that he promptly left. Without so much as a backwards glance.

You watched as he left before releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Happy he hadn’t interacted with you again. Hopefully it would stay that way. For your sake, at least.

The rest of your shift was relatively quiet. Or at least as quiet as a pub could be. You clocked out, grabbed your jacket and headed out the doors. Once again pulling your hood up over your head, checking both directions then heading down the now familiar 7 blocks towards your home. Completely oblivious to the blacked out Mercedes across the street from your work, and the pair of light blue eyes that watched you as you left.

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@hopefulmoonobject @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @tessvillegas @boxofteenageideas @wangdeasang @giggleberts

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

Tyrus Month: Ren Faire

You’ll Be The Prince And I’ll Be Your Knight (AO3)

The bus was slowly loading with passengers and Cyrus anxiously swung his head around, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

“Are you sure he’s coming, Cy?” Buffy asked, sounding impatient.

“Yeah, the bus leaves in 10 minutes, we have to get on,” Andi added.

“He’ll be here!” Cyrus said but was almost on the verge of disappointment. “He promised me he would.”

“Hey, if he doesn’t show, it’s okay,” Jonah offered, placing a hand on Cyrus’ shoulder. “Not everyone is into Ren Faires. If you guys didn’t take me last year, I probably wouldn’t have known how fun it is.”

Cyrus tried not to care too much because he knew caring too often led to disappointment. But, TJ promised he would come with them that day.

When Cyrus had brought up the annual Renaissance Faire in conversation the other day, the older boy said that he had never gone before. So, naturally, Cyrus invited him to tag along and TJ had looked uneasy but not unopposed to the idea.

What if he had changed his mind and didn’t want to go anymore because he thought it was lame? He could have at least texted Cyrus.

Pouting and resigned, Cyrus was about to just get on the bus when he heard a loud, “Underdog!”

His head swung around to see TJ jogging towards them, hair in disarray and devoid of its usual gel, and his hoodie unzipped.

Cyrus felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. The older boy looked cute. Not that he wasn’t cute all the time. But, it was a rare sight to see TJ Kippen without the gelled back hair. Now, Cyrus wondered if he would survive the 4 hours or so they would be spending at the Faire.

“Sorry! My alarm didn’t go off and my parents left early for work so I couldn’t catch a ride,” TJ huffed when he neared them.

“Dude, did you run here?” Jonah asked.

“No, I flew,” the other boy replied, sarcastically but without malice.

Jonah seemed to accept this with a laugh. “You crack me up.”

Meanwhile, Andi clapped her hands, happily. “Okay! Now that we’re all here, let’s go!”

With the short-haired girl leading the way, they all filed into the bus, ready to start their day at the Renaissance Faire.

“So… what exactly do you do at a Renaissance Faire?” TJ asked as they followed a crowd of costumed Ren Faire-goers.

“Tons!” Cyrus answered, excitedly. “You can wear costumes and eat giant turkey legs and joust and speak like you’re from ye olde days.”

TJ chuckled. “Not my usual way of spending a Saturday but sounds like fun.”

Cyrus grinned.

Their little group stopped outside a giant tent and he turned to the taller boy.

“First things first: costumes!” he exclaimed

They went in and the girls immediately headed for the gowns while Cyrus took TJ’s arm and dragged him towards the tunics, trousers, and fake chainmail. Jonah stayed by the entrance, examining a barrel of fake swords.

“You can have your pick of any costume you want!” Cyrus announced with a dramatic wave of his hand at the outfits in front of them. “You can be a lowly peasant, a charismatic noble, or a brave knight!”

Lips pursed in concentration, TJ’s eyes scanned the costumes in front of him

Nerves took over Cyrus and he couldn’t help but feel anxious. What if TJ thought this was too weird and dorky?! What if he never wanted to hang out with Cyrus again?!

“What are you dressing up as?”

TJ’s question broke through his anxious thoughts and melted them away.

“O-Oh… Um… Probably a noble.”

“So… like a Prince?”

“More or less.”

TJ smiled and turned back to the rack of costumes. “Then, I’ll be your knight in shining armor.”

Blood rushed to Cyrus’ face, burning his cheeks and ears. “W-Wait, what?”

But, TJ had already asked the help of a passing employee, pointing at the costume he wanted.

When they emerged from the costume tent, they fit right in.

Andi was dressed in a baby blue princess dress, a plastic circlet on her head.

Buffy had, once again, picked the same costume she did last year of a rogue but in red, this time. Her only addition was a bow and arrow.

And just like last year, Jonah opted not to dress up, but he picked up another sword and strapped on some fake leather gauntlets.

Meanwhile, Cyrus had opted for a pair of black trousers tucked into boots, a white tunic with a dark blue overcoat and black belt, and a matching blue hat.

“What’s taking TJ so long?” Buffy asked, arms crossed as she tapped her foot against the grass.

Cyrus shrugged. Earlier, TJ couldn’t decide on the top he wanted so he sent Cyrus ahead since the latter finished getting dressed way before he did.

Finally, the costume tent’s flaps opened to reveal the remaining member of their group.

Cyrus’ breath hitched and he found himself openly staring as TJ stepped out.

The basketball player was wearing fake chainmail, topped with a long-sleeved blue tunic and black trousers tucked into boots. Tied to the black belt around his waist was a fake sword. His hair had been brushed and it shined in the sun. He stood tall and proud, his back straight and chin up... like a real knight.

“Wow,” Andi breathed.

“You look…” Buffy trailed off.

“Docious magocious, man!” Jonah piped.

Cyrus swallowed the lump in his throat as TJ turned to him, as if asking what he thought.

“I would have worn the helmet and gauntlets too, but they were too heavy,” the athlete said. “Maybe next year.”

Cyrus’ heart fluttered. TJ was literally at Renaissance Faire for only twenty minutes but he was already planning on going next year. If he wasn't careful, Cyrus was going to fall hard and fast and he wasn't sure if the other boy would even catch him.

Woe is he who crushed on someone unattainable.

TJ must have taken his silence for disapproval as his smile disappeared.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, sounding like a kicked puppy.

“No! I mean, yes! Yes, I like it!” Cyrus managed.

The taller boy still looked unsure. “Really? It doesn’t look too much, does it? Should I have skipped the chainmail?”

“You look amazing! Really! I swear! You look so good! I mean… you look good.”

Cyrus was stammering now and he mentally yelled at himself to stop talking.

However, it looked like his words were effective because the pleased smile was back on TJ’s face.

“Okay, we’re all ready, right? Let’s go!” Buffy announced and followed by Andi, she led the way into the Faire.

As they walked, TJ’s head swiveled everywhere, taking in all the sights and asking Cyrus questions that the shorter boy was only all too happy to answer. He also translated a few basic medieval phrases and sentences for him.

“Art thee famished, Sir Knight?” Cyrus asked him at some point.

“Um… yes?” TJ cutely answered.

“Say, ‘Aye, my Lord!’”

“Aye, my Lord.”

The whole group each bought a giant turkey leg and ate as they walked. They visited the shops and bought a few souvenirs.

They passed by some people dancing to lute music and before Cyrus realized what he was doing, he had grabbed TJ’s arm and dragged him to dance. The athlete awkwardly followed along with the movements, but he got them, eventually.

From the corner his eye, Cyrus spied Andi sneakily taking a picture. He would have to ask her to send it to him later.

After the little dancing session, they got to walking again.

They passed by the tug-of-war tournament and they paused to watch two guys going at it to the cheers of the crowd. After a few more tugs, the guy on the left managed to bring the rope to his side, knocking the other guy off his box. The crowd cheered and the winner received his prize.

“Buffy and Jonah did it last year,” Cyrus whispered to TJ when the lady asked if anyone else dared to volunteer and show their strength. “They did it for hours.”

“Cool,” TJ replied before turning to Buffy. “Are you doing it again?”

“Nah, I already beat Jonah,” she replied.

“Oh, look, that guy is going!” Cyrus piped, excitedly as a guy dressed in a Robin Hood-like costume stepped forward and took one end of the rope.

“Does anyone dare to taketh the challenge of this noble sir?!”

No one moved.

“No one is braveth nor strong enough?”

“I’ll do it!”

Cyrus’ eyes widened as TJ left his side and stepped up to the box and picked up the rope.

“Excellent! Ready? Begin!”

With bated breath, Cyrus watched TJ pull on the rope with all of his strength. The jock had his game face on, one he normally wore on the court.

His opponent wasn’t much bigger than him, but the playing field was level. The rope jerked once or twice in either direction but otherwise, barely moved.

“TJ’s doing great,” Andi said, sounding impressed.

“Come on, TJ!” Cyrus cheered, forgetting to speak in medieval. “You got this!”

TJ pulled on the rope and his opponent almost slipped off his box, making the crowd gasp.

“TJ! TJ! TJ! TJ!” Cyrus chanted.

Gaze flashing briefly to Cyrus, TJ gave the rope another tug and just like that, the other guy fell forward off his box.

The crowd cheered, Cyrus the loudest of all. He wanted to run up to the other boy and jump in his arms to hug him in congratulations but restrained himself by planting his feet firmly on the ground. It wouldn’t do to cause a spectacle here.

After the lady had placed his prize around his neck, TJ went back to the rest of their group, showing off the little gold medal.

“That was so cool!” Andi exclaimed.

“Totally dosh, man!” Jonah added, slapping TJ’s hand.

“Not bad, Kippen,” Buffy said, fighting a smile.

Laughing, TJ thanked them before turning to Cyrus. The younger boy was beaming with pride.

“Sir Knight, thee did well,” he stated.

“I thank… thee… my Lord,” TJ replied.

Cyrus wanted to squeeze his cheeks. He was so darn cute.

Then, TJ removed the medal from around his neck and offered it to Cyrus.

“For thee, my Prince.”

Once again, Cyrus felt himself turn red and his heart fluttered at the sweet gesture.

Technically, if these really were medieval times, TJ would get on one knee and pledge his allegiance to Cyrus, but that might be too much to ask from the older boy at the moment.

So, Cyrus simply accepted the medal and wore it around his neck. In front of him, TJ was smiling up to his ears, his green eyes practically sparkling in the sun. Cyrus couldn’t look away.

He truly did look like his knight in shining armor.

“Um… guys… we’re still here.”

Andi’s voice broke through their moment, making Cyrus look away in embarrassment. He almost missed his two best friends’ knowing looks towards him.

“Let’s go over to the jousting! It’s starting in ten minutes!” Buffy piped.

Arm-in-arm with Andi and Jonah following along behind them, they went off.

Cyrus turned to TJ and bravely held his hand out. “Shall we, Sir Knight?”

TJ slipped his hand into his, flashing him a sweet smile. “Leadeth the way, my prince.”

Hand-in-hand, the Prince and his Knight walked off into the sunset…at least, that was how it went in Cyrus’ head. His heart was beating too fast for him to truly comprehend that he, Cyrus Goodman, was holding T.J. Kippen’s hand.

The day felt like a true fairytale and the hand holding was quite the happy ending he had always dreamed of.

He couldn’t wait for next year’s Renaissance Faire.

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wanderlust || part 1

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Doing spontaneous activities with some of your closest friends is always secretly on everyone’s bucket list, but then it’s planned, thus no longer spontaneous. Likely for you, the oppurtunity to take a chance was handed to you on a silver platter,,, or more so shouted at you over the phone by a trashmouth.

“Y/N get up! I shit you not, we’ll be by your house in 10 minutes to pick you up, and if you aren’t out there by the time we get there,,, GOODLUCK! We’re going to California!”

The moon was still out, and as you grabbed a duffell bag and stuffed it with your wallet, some shorts, and a Tshirt, you tiptoed your way your bedroom’s only window. Carefully you slide up the latch and threw your bag through the opening onto the roof, crawling out right after it. Just as you adjusted your pajama top you heard the sound of Bill’s van screech down the street. Shimming down the lattis on the side of the house, you did your best to hurry to the maroon mini van that pulled up to your driveway.

“Move your ass!” Eddie shouted, smacking the outside of the van from inside. You scrambled to the door that was swung open upon your arrival.

You scooted across Eddie’s lap and found yourself seated between Stan and him. Stanley. The boy you’d hopelessly wish would wisk you away to some place far from Derry one day, making you the happiest person in the world. To some extent, this dream was becoming a reality; You and Stan traveling to California,,, in an old mini van , along with your 6 closest friends. At this point, you’d take what you could get.

Bill was driving, it being his van and all. Technically it was his mom’s, the one she drove Georgie to soccer practice in on Sundays, but none of the Losers would ever say. Mike was in the passenger’s seat, fiddling with what looked like a GPS. Eddie was seated to your left, and the golden boy Stanley to your right. Richie sat in the back with Ben and Beverly.

“Here let me take that for ya,” Bev offered, gesturely to your duffell bag you held sheepishly in your lap. You gave her your bag, and heard her toss it to the trunk.

You were surprised everyone was here; It was almost 2:30 AM yet not one of your losers were missing. Did they even know where what the plan was? Where they were staying? How long they’d be gone?

Stanley seemed to be thinking the same thing. “Does anyone know where we’re going?” Stan asked, making eye contact with everyone around him but yourself.

Mike scoffed in the front seat. “This was all Bill’s idea.”

Bill gasped dramatically, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. “Nuh un! This was a-all Eddie! I only have the v-van,” he shot back defensively.

“Don’t put this on me! This was all Richie’s idea!” Eddie squeeked, shooting out of his seat anxiously.

Richie chuckled lazily in the back seat, chewing on what looked to be popcorn from a bag in his lap. “You guys know by now I’m usually the one with the dumb ideas.”

Ben laughed along with him. “Yeah. Emphasis on dumb,” he giggled harmoniously with Richie. Stan uncomfortabley shifted his weight in his seat, nudging you slightly.

“But does anyone know where we’ll be stopping along the way? Did anyone even bring money?” he asked again, reaching behind him to grab the bag of popcorn sitting in Richie’s lap, and absent mindedly shoveling some into his mouth.

“I brought my credit card,” you interjected, making eye contact with Stan. You held eye contact with the anxious boy until Beverly spoke up.

“I have cash,” she chirped.

“I have my credit card as well,” Eddie shrugged. Mike nodded, insinuating he too had his.

Bill looked to the back seat through the rear view mirror. “Rich. Ben. What about you two?”

Ben shrugged. “I’ve got cash.” Everyone’s eyes were on Richie, still staring absent mindedly out the window.

“Richie?” Eddie spoke, getting his attention back from said window. “Money?”

“Woah woah woah woah. I thought I told you guys I had food taken care of,” he said holding his hands up to defend himself.

Stan handed you the bag of popcorn, keeping his scournful eyes focused on the trashmouth in the backseat. “Uh that usually means more than a half eaten bag of popcorn!” Stan scoffed.

You leaned into Eddie, away from Stan, concealing a giggle at his fuming expression. Eddie held your shoulders as the two of you gawked at the jewish boy’s anger. Richie stared back at Stan, his words hanging in the air. “Well shit, I guess you’re right,” Richie said, rubbing the back of his neck, eyeing the bag of popcorn in your lap.

“Welp! Looks like Richie doesn’t stay in our hotel room,” Beverly said, leaning forward and snatching a hand full of popcorn from the bag.

“Wait wait wait wait wait wait. I have cash,” Richie stumbled, moving his hand to his pocket to retrieve a torn up leather wallet. “I just thought I could get away with the popcorn.”

Stan turned back around, his red expression facing the front, and Eddie pushed you off him into Stan, unexpectedly. You braced yourself against him and quickly sat up in your seat, heat rushing to your own cheeks.

From the passenger’s seat , a soft *beep* came from the GPS in Mike’s hands. “Yes!” he hissed. “I got this old thing to work! California here we come!”

The van errupted in clapping and applause. “Nice work, d-dude,” Bill said slapping Mike’s back affectionately. The beaming expression on Mike’s warm face seemingly lit up the car. “I guess we can s-st-start taking the freeway. If someone w-wants to look up cheap hotels that are o-on our way, that’d be c-cool. We’ll have to share a r-room, because of our s-sit-situation.”

Beverly sat up in her sit, pulling out her smart phone. “I can look for hotels!”

Mike clapped his hands together and chuckled deeply, a wide smile across his face. “This is so exciting!” he beamed.

Richie leaned forward and tugged and played with Eddie’s hair in front of him. “Keep your hands to your yourself, asshat,” Eddie said, swatting the boy behind him’s hands away. Eddie flinched and swung back at Richie, causing you to lean into Stan beside you.

Upon your touch, Stan wrapped an arm behind your back as you sunk into him involunteerily. “My bad,” you apologized, your face flushing. Stan grinned back at you warmly, keeping his arm on the seat behind you as you sat up properly.

Bill peeked at the scene behind him through the rear view mirror: Bev’s face was burried in her phone, Richie pulling on Eddie’s hair from behind, and Stan’s arm slung behind you comfortabley. “Alright well. I’m thinking w-we stop at a store in the n-n-next 4 or so hours, to p-p-pee and get s-supplies,” he stuttered, looking back once to get our full attention. “I’d s-s-suggest getting some sleep before then.”

“Agreed,” Mike nodded, propping the GPS device in his hands onto the dashboard. “Goodnight ya’ll,” he hummed, kicking his feet up on the dash lazily. Bill cleared his throat, catching Mike’s attention before dozing off, and giving him the ‘get-your-feet-off-my-mini-van’ look. Mike hummed again, gliding his feet off the dash.

You looked around the car to find the Losers all passed out, besides Stan and Beverly, who had her head stuck in her phone. “Y’know, I’m actually a good pillow,” Stan teased, pretending to wipe imaginary dust off his shoulders.

“Ha Ha, Uris,” you mocked, poking his belly, earning yourself a breathy chuckle. You leaned back, feeling Stan’s arm on the seat behind you, and revelled in his subtle heat. Sure it was kind of pathetic. But who knew how much time you’d have before this roadtrip took a turn for the worse. This was your dream!

This moment was on that unjust bucket list.

And you were going to take full advantage of your time with the golden boy.

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You wake up to the voice of the one you dreamt about. Stanley. You dreamily regain consciousness, and realize you are lower than where Stan’s voice was coming from. Sure he was tall. But you didn’t think i’d make much of a difference seated in a car. Your head is nudged, and you jolt your eyes open to see Stanley’s soft face gazing down at you. You had been sleeping with your head in Stan’s lap, and his expression was surprisingly neutral as hell. “Rise and shine,” he teases, and looks up at the sound of Bill speaking.

You anxiously sit up from where you were laying and scan your surroundings. The van was parked in an empty parking spot, and the Losers were all bright eyed and alert. Focusing in on what Bill was saying, you felt someone playing with your hair behind you. Beverly.

“Alright guys. W-Walmart opens in two mi-min-minutes. We should devide and conquer,” he stuttered, turned around in the driver’s seat.

Beverly’s hand shot up from her place in your hair. “Me and Ben can get toiletries,” she grinned, a blush appearing on Ben’s face.

Bill sighs. “That w-w-works,” he shrugs, his attention going to a whiny Eddie and Richie both doing dances in their seat.

“Billiam let’s fucking get in there! I need to urinate!” Richie shouted anxiously. Eddie whined in the seat next to you agreeing with Richie.

Mike is looking out the window of the passenger, and you witness his expression switch from annoyed to grateful. “Lucky for you two, they just opened up!” He pointed at the sliding doors gliding open after what looked like an employee unlocked it.

Eddie did not hesitate to whip open the van’s sliding door and run to the doors. Richie impatiently climbed over the seat, kicking Bev in process. “Watch it, Trashmouth!” she warned. Stan opened the door on his side and slide out.

You shimmied out of your own seat and stood next to Stan, followed by Ben and Beverly who walked side by side to the store. “I’ll put you two on s-sn-snack detail,” Bill pointed at you and Stan from the other side of the car. Mike opened his door and leisurely followed the dramatic Eddie and Richie inside.

A pinched look spread across Stan’s usually stern expression. “I guess,” he shrugged. Bill slammed the sliding door that Richie failed to shut and got back into the driver’s seat, and saluted to Stan.

“I’m heading to g-get g-g-gas.” And just as suddenly as you woke up, Bill was whipping out of the parking lot in his beat up maroon mini van.

You stood next to Stan in the parking lot, dust flying around hazily, from a nearby kick up. “Alright uhh. Shall we then?”

Being inside a squeeky cart while Stan pushed you around felt breathtaking. The tall boy rolled up his sleeves and was slowy pushing you up and down the aisles of snacks and soda pops, scanning for the perfect choices.

“Ok ok,” Stan chuckled, getting your attention from the treats that were passing you. “Don’t laugh but-“

“But? But what Uris?” you said leaning up to hear him better in the cart.

“Butttttt,” he slurred, “I’ve never actually had cheeto puffs before.” Stan shut his eyes bracing for your reaction. You stared open mouthed at the boy.

“Never?!” you gawked, a tint of red rushing to Stan’s cheeks. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had Cheeto pu-“

“Well I’ve had like regular Cheetos. Even the flaming hot ones! But never the uh,,, never the puffs,” he interuptted, scratching the back of his neck. His sweater rode up the slightest, revealing his toned, thin stomach. You glanced quickly from the miracle that is Stan, back to the snacks appearing beside you.

You knew Stan saw you look, but before the gears could turn in your head, you interupted yourself. “Then I guess we’ll have to get some Cheeto Puffs,” you sighed, dreamily.

Stan pulled two packs off the shelf and tossed them down to you. You caught them and giggled at his bitter expression. “Oh don’t tell me you’re gonna be sour with me, Stanny,” you teased, scooting on your knees in the cart to get closer to him, navigating the cart. Stan bit his bottom lip, trying to conceal a grin, achieved only by your pressing stare. “Look at me,” you giggled again, trying to act serious. Stan swung his head to look at you and failed to hold back his laughter. The empty store echoed with you and Stan’s chuckles.

Stan calmed down, averting his eyes back to where the cart was going. “Eddie said the same thing y’know,” Stan continued.

You shifted back into the cart comfortabley, surrounded by snacks. “About ahat? The Cheeto Puffs?” he asked.

“Yes! Even Eddie, the dude with the strictest mom, has had Cheeto Puffs,” Stan chuckled lightly. “He laughed just as you did. Maybe it’s a Jew thing?”

You scoffed. “You think you know Eddie until until you don’t,” you joked, earning another small chuckle from the boy, as Mike, Eddie, and Richie turned around the corner in view of you and Stan. “Welp, speak of the Devil.”

Mike approached with his arms crossed. “Phew! Nothing like sweet sweet releif!” Richie sighed, tugging on his privates through his gym shorts.

“Ew gross,” Eddie gagged, swatting Richie’s hand away from himself. “Those bathroom’s were disgusting, by the way,” he said matter-of-factly. There’s the Eddie you know.

“Have you guys seen Bev or Ben anywhere?” Mike asked, uncrossing his arms to adjust his shirt.

You turned to look at Stan, who shifted his weight on his feet. “No we’ve been uh, getting the snacks,” he said, placing a hand on the cart’s handle, as if he was proud of the assortment we had in our cart.

“Mhm! Betcha got the stuff that you like, huh Stanny Boy?” Richie said, sliding his thick glasses back up his nose.

Stan looked at me questioningly, as if what Richie had said was a trick question. “Well, yes?” You looked Stan up and down, still in shock of how cool he was trying to look in this situation.

“INCLUDING Y/N?” Richie snorted, nudging Eddie who chuckled along side him. Stan grunted, so you avoided looking back at him from the cart. “Hahaha! Get it! Cause she’s in the fucking cart and— oh nevermind,” Richie began nudging Mike, trying to get him to join in on the teasing, ear splitting laughter coming from both himself and Eddie.

Stan began pushed the cart around Eddie and Richie, followed by an unamused Mike. “So uncalled for,” Mike whispered to Stan behind you. You fixed your eyes on the rotating wheels off the cart beneath you, pretending to be more interested.

“It’s not a big deal,” Stan whispered back to Mike. Why would it have been a big deal to him?

At the checkout, Stan placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention back from the now stationary wheels. “Here let me help you out,” Stan said, offering his hands to you. You obliged and he helped you rise to your feet, before grabbing you by your hips to lower you out off the basket. You flinched at his hands at first, before him moved his thumb back and forth comfortingly as you relaxed.

You exhaled dreamily and adjusted your shirt, as you were still in pajamas, and thanked him. You weren’t sure if he could see the pink that covered your cheeks, but swerved beind Mike, not wanting to risk it. Stan paid for the groceries, earning a dirty look from the old cashier from all the junk food.

Beverly and Ben exited a checkout lane just as you, Mike, and Stan did. Mike waved to them as Stan pushed the cart beside you. The group met up with Richie and Eddie who were waiting outside the store.

“Anyone see Bill?” Ben asked, squinting out into the barren parking lot.

You poked out from behind Stanley. “He said he went to get gas,” you sighed. Stanley rubbed your back and traced small circles as the gang stood there, plastic bags in hand.

“He didn’t leave us here, right?” Eddie asked, looking back and forth between his tall friends.

As he spoke a sound like a whistle flooded the parking lot. The familiar maroon van skidded into the parking lot widly, and screeched to a holt in front of the group. Bill got out of the driver’s seat, car still running, and popped opent he trunk. “You all weren’t w-w-waiting long were you?” he asked out of seemingly out of breath. Giving him not answer, you all silently scattered to put the Walmart goodies inside and filter back into the van.

When everyone was settled, and buckled up, Bill looked at you all through the rear view mirror. “So where we h-headed Beverly? Did you find a-a-any hotels?”

Beverly patted my seat a few times excitedly. “Ow ow! I do!” she gleamed, getting everyone’s attention. “Next stop, Montpeliar Vermont!”

The van cheered and you sighed contently, leaning into Stanley you instinctly wrapped an arm behind you.

You could mentally cross ‘spontaneous adventures’ off your bucket list. However you had something to take it’s place on the list: Make this the best roadtrip in the history of the Losers Club.

This would be the story you’d be reminiscing about in your old age.

PART 2?

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Promises We Can’t Keep

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, a bit of cursing( I don’t know if I should tag that) Challenge: Bailey’s Birthday Challnge by @jayankles Prompt: 9x08 - Between a Rock and a Hard Place Word Count: 2.117 A/N: I had no internet and couldn’t wach the episode so this fic is based on the Supernatural Wiki page and transcripts so sorrynotsorry if stuff is not 100% accurate, I kinda had to guess their reactions but I think I did okay. Thanks to Bailey for letting me participate in this awesome challenge. Reminded me a lot of the oldschool fanfiction I used to write (it’s still out there. 50 chapters of absolute horror) Also huge hanks for the bilionth time to @queen-fierfly Enjoy :D

“We hope you enjoyed the tour!” Bonnie smiled brightly “Any questions before we get you guys registered?” The two, humongous –if I said so myself- men looked at each other. The taller one, long hair reaching bellow his ears, grazing his jawline, cleared his throat.

“Uh, yeah, uh, look, um, Ms. Futchko-“Boy, was he awkward.

“Oh please,” Bonnie smiled again “Bonnie will do just fine” Ugh, I hated her.

Who would’ve known I’d have ended up in a church, trying to figure out what the hell was going on in a town where random people disappeared and instead of actually interrogating witnesses, took a friggin tour. The two poor bastards that were supposedly interested in the tour, two mountain-tall men with beautiful eyes, didn’t know what they had coming to them if they became part of that church.

“Bonnie. Okay, uhm, we… we love the church. We do, but… Well, we heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest… that kinda scares us” I held back a snort. ‘Kinda scares us,’ puh-lease, don’t make me laugh. You’re 50 feet tall and more built than the majority of America’s population, who are you kidding dude.

The slightly shorter man, clad in flannel, just like the Tall one who was either his brother or… boyfriend –it would be a shame, really-, shot me a look, eyebrow raised. His bright eyes searched mine for an indication of… something. He didn’t find it. In response, I chewed my mint gum obnoxiously and shrugged in a ‘me? I didn’t say anything.’ manner. He smiled knowingly.

“Let me assure you, with our increased security, ‘Good Faith’, has never been safer.” She tried to be reassuring, but you could see her almost panic that she’d lose us. She reminded me of those horrible infomercials that lasted 10 minutes and made you want to break the tv “And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and center in our prayers.”

“Amen,” I feigned relief and smiled as hopefully as I could muster. The Short one nodded in agreement.

“What a relief. Now, you must’ve been, uh, close to them” Something smelled fishy with these two.

“Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond.”

“The what now?” I butted in.

“Our chastity group, “Abstinence Purifies Us” “

Oh boy.

“Oh.” The Tall one said “W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it’s for us?” He asked kindly.

“Oh, I want in too! Sounds like fun.” Everyone glanced at me. I shrunk back a little.

“I’m afraid it’s members only. I’m sorry, it can get pretty personal.” Her lips pursed and her orange curls bounced a little.

“Then count us in”

“Me too” I grinned. This time my grin was partially true. I realized what was up with the two men.

They were hunters.

How did I not realize earlier?! Built, fading scars on every part of skin that saw the light of day, jumpy and wary, scanning the area as if something would jump them any second now. Jeez, I was oblivious.

“Well, I’ll be a squirrel in a skirt, I’ll be back in a jiff with the papers” Bonnie grinned and ran out the office, pulling papers from a large filing cabinet.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” The shorter one turned n his seat to ask me.

“Excuse me?” I feigned shock and hurt.

“Come on, sweetheart, we’re not dumb, drop the act” I ignored the shiver that traveled down my spine when he used the pet-name.

“Fine” I scoffed “we’re all hunters here, and I’m not very happy you’re ruining my investigation by the way, but I’ll let it slide for once and we’ll work together, sound good? Okay” With an eye-roll, I dropped back on my chair not leaving any room for argument. They looked slightly taken back before recomposing themselves.

“Great,” Green-Eyes scoffed.

“I’m Sam” The Tall one offered his hand “That’s my brother, Dean” he motioned with his head to Green-Eyes as I shook his hand. Sam seemed nice, I thought as his huge paw drowned mine. Dean was hot, but something told me he wasn’t particularly excited of me joining them.

“Brothers, huh? I was betting on couple, but what do you know” I shrugged, mirthfully watching Sam and Dean’s eyes widen a fraction “Y/n” I pulled away and sat back down.

“So wait, a chastity group?” Dean decided to ignore my comment.

“Dean, listen, if all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins” Sam’s glance danced from me to his brother.

“And the Slim guy said he saw fire.—“

“You went to that scumbag too? What a prick” Sam shot me a questioning look “He tried to grope my ass” I rolled my eyes. “so, what are you thinking, dragons?”

Dean hummed

“Shh,” Sam hushed upon seeing the stupidly happy redhead enter the office.

“All righty” Bonnie handed us clipboards and pens “You can just sign here and your purification can begin” She leaned against her desk.

“Purity pledge?” I read questioningly

“It’s a commitment to your virginity”, She said seriously.

“Uhh… About that…” I trailed off

“I don’t think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean?” Eloquent, I thought, giving Bonnie that ‘woops’ look. She looked both at Dean and I quite shocked.

“Oh, I see. Well, if you ask for God’s forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then you’ll be born again as a virgin in his eyes” She smiled brightly, having found the solution to our problem.

“So, wait, you just hit the virginity “do-over” button and it’s all good with the man upstairs?” Well, how ‘bout that. All my problems are solved. I laughed inwardly

“It’s not a button.” I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much “And this isn’t just a piece of paper” She gestured at our clipboards “I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage” Well that certainly won’t happen soon.

“Well, you had me at ‘clean slate’. Let’s do this” Dean smiled charmingly and we all signed our names at the bottom of the page.

“Congratulations guys. You’re all officially virgins”

“Oh boy” I muttered as Sam and Dean ‘ah’-ed lightly as if sharing and inside joke. Something told me Dean wasn’t gonna hold on to his ‘clean slate’ for long. Something told I wasn’t either. His charming smiles and flirting comments indicated he was no short of a womanizer. Either that or he was just really insecure and tried to cover it up but the way I saw him check out Bonnie’s ass as she walked away and ushered us out of the office, I wouldn’t really count on the latter.

“Oh, by the way,” Bonnie said, making us spin around to face her. “the meeting starts in an hour.”

And so the boys and I killed our time over coffee and a snack in the nearest diner, exchanging stories. Dean would often stare at me for longer than what’s considered normal. And either Sam nudged him, to which when he glanced back at me I’d wink or smile or something of the sorts, or he’d just snap out of it.

I found myself really interested in the Winchesters. These, seemingly completely normal, Titan-heighted men had been through hell and back and then through hell again and they were standing in front of me, entirely sane, two damn heroes that had saved humanity’s asses more times than I could count. Of course in the little time we spent at the diner, they didn’t brag about their achievements. I kinda forced it out of them.

Sixty minutes passed quickly and we found ourselves seated in a circle that reminded me a whole lot of the Hollywood version of group therapy.

I was thinking this while everyone in the room prayed. Apart from me and Dean of course. I was looking up from my lashes, inspecting the space and the girls around me, all mid-twenties maybe early thirties. I wondered what pushed them to want to be part of the virgins-till-marriage club.

I saw Sam nudging Dean and motion for him to pretend to pray. Dean rolled his eyes and then closed them. I did the same, waiting for the cue to open them.

“Amen.” A woman with chin-length wavy blonde hair said, I think her name is Suzy, picking her head up. “Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?”

“I wrote a new piece of verse!” another girl got up excitedly “It’s called sex is a racket, and God’s ball is in your court” She grinned and took a deep breath, ready to start talking

“Aand we would love to hear that Tammy- later” Tammy sighed and sat back down, slightly disappointed. “Why don’t we hear from our new friends? Sam, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?” Sam, rendered a bit speechless and not knowing what to say, subconsciously waved his hands around in that questioning I-don’t-know-what-to-say-or-do-in-this-situation-help motion. His mouth opened in an o shape. He reminded me of a fish a little.

“Uh, well, I guess because every woman I’ve… ever… had relations with, uh… it… hasn’t ended well” poor bastard. Something told me it went past ‘didn’t end well’. Everyone nodded along. Dean chuckled.

“He ain’t lyin’” Sam pursed his lips again and bitch faced Dean. His older brother seemed unphased.

“Thank you for being here, Sam. Stay strong, stay pure” Suzy replied and suddenly the entire circle in sync stated “Stay Strong. Stay Pure” like they were chanting a conjuration.

“How about you, Y/n?” Suzy smiled warmly.

“Uh… I have tough parents. Let’s just say they weren’t really happy when they found out I popped my cherry and well… here I am” I shrugged impassively. “And you, Dean?” I smirked. “Tell us your story”

“Yeah, Dean” Suzy encouraged “Tell us why you came here.” She seemed hungry to hear his voice.

Dean shot a small glare at my triumphant smile, before squaring up his shoulders. “Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt, I don’t know, good, you know? I mean really, really good.” He looked around, realizing who he was talking to. “Uh… But, uh… Sometimes it just makes you feel bad, you know?” I could see the wheels in his head spinning, trying to find a good, believable enough story. A lie. “You’re drunk, you shuck up.” He smiles “Then it’s the whole morning thing. You know, ‘hey that was fun’ and then ‘adios’, you know? Always the ‘adios’” He looked wistful.

“But you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” Then he turned and stared at me, a small ghost of a smirk forming on his lips. “I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling…” his bright green eyes were so intense, challenging me to say or do anything. “… grinding” All the women started shifting uncomfortably, toying with their papers, watching him, probably trying not to drop their panties on the floor and beg him to take them right then and there. The asshole knew it but continued anyways. He was trying to get a reaction from me. “Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds until it all just-“ Dean made an explosion noise with his mouth and Tammy’s paper being crunched between her hands echoed in the room. That, along with his brother’s bitchface and my smug look, brought Dean back. He cleared his throat

“Yeah, uh… But the whole thing was a little too, uh, sticky. So, uh, I got my V-card back.” He slapped his leg cheerfully “The End!”

Safe to say I got out of there on wobbly legs.

Sam headed to their room –we found out we were staying in neighboring motels-as Dean offered to “escort me” in mine. I laughed at his face and muttered a mocking ‘sure’ to which he pretended to take offence.

“Hey, I can be a gentleman!” He pouted.

“Key word being ‘can’.” I winked, unlocking my door. “Coming in for… tea?” Tea, Y/n?! Seriously?! Dean practically laughed at my face

“Suuure”

And, predictably, three minutes later I found myself pinned against a wall, racing on who could take his clothes off quicker while kissing. The kisses were messy, full of clashing teeth and laughter and awkward angles but, my God, I didn’t give a single fuck about it.

I won.

“Shoulda known not to wear five hundred layers, Winchester” I grinned, under him, hands tightening in his hair, a moan dying on my lips as he sealed them with his.

“We’ll see if you’ll be throwing any more smartass comments in a minute, sweetheart” The mischievous glint in his eyes sparkled.

“We’ll see if you’ll hold out for even a minute, Dean-o”  I arched up to him, lips messily contracting his.

“That a challenge I hear in your voice?” He grinned. I winked

“Only if you prove me wrong”

And holy hell, he did.

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Dangerous Woman

Pairing: Agent!Y/N/!Military!Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 2.500+

Summary: Living the double life, Agent Y/N and military Michael are married together but do not know know they secretly beat each other’s asses every single night. 

“Hey honey. I won’t be home tonight, there’s leftover lasagna on the kitchen counter in case you’re hungry and if you need me just leave a leave a text.”

Your phone was pressed between your shoulder and ear but even if your attention was supposed to be put on the phone, your eyes were glaring somewhere else. 

Your boots were echoing in the dark hallway and you had to squeeze your eyes to find the only source of light. It was far away and streaking under a door that was closed and most probably locked. 

“I love you. See ya.” You lifted up to take the phone away from your ear and hung up with one press with your thumb. 

“It’s showtime.” You whispered and ran your hand through your hair to pull it up into a high ponytail.

There was nothing that was gonna prevent you from finishing the mission that was set for tonight. 

Noises were loud once you came inside of the large building, it definitely wasn’t the quiet zone. You reached down to grab the gun that was attached to your belt and with one second turned around by the sounds of people approaching you. 

“Woah, watch out with that Agent Y/L/N you’re aiming it at the wrong person.” 

An award winning smile came to your face when you realized who it was and with a hurried placed the gun back in its place.

“Agent Capp, Agent White, what a pleasure to meet you again.” You said as if it wasn’t just last night you had been going through the exact same thing as today.

It was like meeting your second family, seeing all the others standing prepared for the activities that were going to happen. It was amusing to all of you, you loved the danger and every single thing that came with it in the package. 

You were standing on the top of a balcony, most probably one that had been used many years ago. The place didn’t look well cared and the silence indicated a storm was about to happen. 

“How many will there be?” You asked and placed your hands on the top of the rack, black dust appearing on your hands but you brushed it away.

“We don’t know yet.” Agent White responded with furrowed eyebrows and looked between your colleagues. 

“They say around 10 but you can never be too sure. This is a part of the military government and they can never fully be trusted.” 

A shiver ran up your spine but it was in full excitement. The military was the best ones to fight, it was the ones you loved because it was never a boring fight. No one was ready to surrender already.

Since you were a little kid you had been a part of this. Your family was raised in the shadows of agents and what so ever, you had your own family but also spread between colleagues and bosses.

You had never actually been a fully part of the group as your parents wanted you to attend school. They said it would be for the better so you could make a greater career than they had done.

But it seemed as the apple didn’t fall high from the tree. 

You could hold and control a gun already at the age of five and you witnessed your first battle at the age of seven. There was nothing you were scared up, on the contrary. You loved every single bit of the danger you constantly put yourself through.

It was all about trusting your people. Knowing that as long as you put your heads together you would all manage to survive and win. 

When you were a teen it was officially where it started. Your parents didn’t have much to say as they still wanted you to be in school but they could tell your passion was set to be somewhere else. 

It just had to be passed by in the family and you enjoyed every single bit of it. 

At day you would be working at a coffee house as barista. The money was cut low and you didn’t get much out of it besides spilling coffee on boring teenage girls with lack of trust because of their social media addictions and skills. 

Most of the time you just wished to be somewhere else. You could be standing behind the cashier thinking of how many ways you could blow the standing person in front of you’s head. 

Not the most caring thoughts but you hated your job. If you could you would have done the exact same thing as you did at night but it wasn’t the slightest possible.

You were forced to live the double life. 

It wasn’t that you were the full on innocent, you did have a big mouth. But you were ten times more lowkey when being in public and being a normal person. You didn’t want to stand out from the public and it was the reason why you had taken such a standard job. 

You took a few extra classes here and there when you had the time but nothing of it could compare to the afterlife.

Once you were finally home you could relax but not for long. No matter where you went life would always be a secret, even for your closest ones. 

It wasn’t until you were standing in the crowd of people surrounded by guns you could feel like you were yourself 100%. They all knew your secrets, there was nothing to explain and you didn’t need to kill someone afterwards. 

“For how long?” You asked with a low voice and looked down at Agent White with a suspicious look on your face.

Voices had quiet down and you could tell something was about to come up. You knew what was waiting behind that old rusty wooden door that was situated right under the balcony you were standing on.

“It’s time.” Agent Capp whispered when he heard the faints sound of feet walking.

“We just gotta prepare then.” You said in a singing tone and leaned down to grab your gun. This was where the fun part of the night started.

“Two down, one per each person and promise me one thing.” Agent White announced to everyone right before the sound of the door opened.

“Don’t hesitate to either shoot or kill.” 

You smiled widely and looked between everyone as the queue started. With one loud banging you could hear the vibrations coming from the door beneath and you moved down to the rack to point the gun between the fences. 

Inside came a group of ten but you knew they were much more than that. Not something you weren’t ready to handle, the less the boring. This was just what you needed to cheer up and feel like living. 

The green military colors stood out from the dull house and it was obvious to tell that they were armed. Some liked to fight with bare hands while others thought they could hide behind a machine gun.

“They want the thing before we do. They think they’re alone so this is gonna be the best surprise they’ve had in a very long time.” 

Agent Capp leaned down in his pocket and took out a small grenade. Just by the sight of it everyone knew what was supposed to happen, it wasn’t something that was going to harm you just a little something to shock the enemies for a few five minutes. 

“Surprise the government, isn’t that what we always say?” You asked with concentration in your voice but the smirk was growing.

Being unaware of the events happening above your gun was pointed right towards the head of a blond haired boy. Frame was tall and precisely in your reach but you waited just a bit to make sure you wouldn’t draw attention just from that. 

“To the shitty government thinking they’re better than us.” Agent White nodded his head in agreement and everyone else nodded as well.

“To the government.” Agent Capp whispered below his breath as he let the grenade fall from the balcony and within a second the whole place was filled with smoke.

It was only a mix of a few chemicals here and there that created the smoke, nothing to harm but just to cause confusion and troubles with the sight. 

You still had your eyes fixed on the blond haired guy as they all reacted with bending down to the floor. It was a surprise they didn’t expect anything because every time you were up against each other things like this would happen.

Only once they’d surprise you. It was a second of death you had almost pictured because if you had been standing centimeters from where you were your head would have been blown off. 

“Sweet dreams, pretty boy.” You whispered and were ready to trigger the gun but that was when he moved around fast by everyone else, his shadows disappearing into the smoke. 

“Dammit!” You cursed below your breath, when the victim was found you weren’t supposed to hesitate. 

“I’ll take the floor. Just keep continuing.” You yelled over the loud sounds of gunshots and brought along two others to attack the floors. 

You were sprinting down the stairs that were rotten and most probably not supposed to be used by the circumstances it had but god how you could care less.

If you had to fall through the floor it would be more successful than finding a victim and actually blow their heads off. 

“Is that a girl?” Someone said as if it was supposed to surprise them that another gender was among them.

“I prefer the word woman.” You smiled like he didn’t bother you at all and with one swift movement hit him square in the face and let him fall to the floor. 

“Idiot.” You rolled your eyes and that was when you spotted that blond hair that stuck out from beneath the thing he was wearing on his head. 

“Success.” You smiled and looked over your shoulder to make movements with your hands and show where you were headed at. 

“Cover me in case something fails.” You yelled and hurried around the mob of idiots that didn’t seem to understand what was going on. The smoke was still there but to a point where you could see the shadows of each other. 

There was no doubt you wanted revenge after the last time you had stumbled upon this dude. You hadn’t been the one to pay fully attention and with one push he had managed to make a cut in your uniform.

“What a pleasure to see you. Not dead yet?” You greeted over the loud noises as if it wasn’t a huge thing that people were getting killed behind you. 

“The pleasure is the same. Got a new uniform?” He yelled back but his mouth was muffled in the fabric he was wearing.

“No, but you wished, didn’t you?” You said as your final words before the fight actually started.

You didn’t need guns to beat each other asses no you loved the fact that a punch gave much more and were much more humiliating for a guy like him. 

“Well let’s just say that should be the last thing to worry about.” He laughed when you forced your foot towards his unrecognizable face but missed. 

“Exciting.” You spoke as the last word and used one of his military men to pull him in front of you as he forced his fist towards you.

“Oh I’m sorry,” You laughed when the guy you had grabbed was hit square in the face, “Seems as if you missed.”

“Not for now.” He replied back in a temper tone, he didn’t like when things were going as it planned and it was the reason why you always seemed to be drawn to each other.

No matter how many times you fought, you never seemed to actually end each other. It was like you enjoyed the battles it was with that and the verbal discussions you had during the act that kept you together. 

“Aw you’re gonna spare me like you did the last time. It’s almost as if you don’t enjoy seeing me in pain.”

“Don’t be too cocky about that princess,” He said through gritted teeth, “Pain is my middle name.”

“Well you must enjoy it from a woman very much then.” You dryly laughed and pushed the guy out of your hands to continue the fight. 

You leaned over to pull a wooden piece from the stairs and broke it into two pieces. It was only if it was really needed that you would use the gun and since Agent Capp and the others were on their way to get what you were trying to protect all you really needed was to distract the militaries. 

He was aware of your action and rolled over a table to make sure you wouldn’t hit him square in the face. It wouldn’t be long from now until you could leave because the smoke was starting to clear. 

“I only enjoy beating yours.” He spoke and bent down twice as you forced the wood towards his face but his reaction skills were just as fast as yours.

It was almost as if you were the same person. 

“Oh yes, the only difference is tonight I’m not the one getting my clothes ruined.” You said and with a fast hand forced the wood towards his stomach, not in the way that you forced it inside but it gave a large cut.

His hand came down fast in reaction to the sudden wound and blood was starting to leak out from where the cut in his military suit had been.

“We have it! Get out!” Agent Capp yelled from above the balcony and you didn’t hesitate to throw the wooden piece from your hands with a laugh.

“Until we see each other again pretty boy.” You grinned and pushed past him to get out where you had arrived from. 

It looked like a bloody mess and he definitely wasn’t the first one to be injured. Some were a lot more injured than he was, his only looked like a simple cut but it wasn’t what made him this mad.

“Michael, are you okay?” The first one was to yell once you were all out of the building and not ready to harm.

“Please.” Michael spat and removed the cover from his face. 

“I’m fine, Ashton.” 

“It doesn’t look like it.” Ashton commented and removed his hair through his curly sweaty hair. 

Michael looked up at him scolding by his question, it wasn’t his wound that hurt. It was the fact he had almost gotten his ass beaten once again that never seemed to not impress. God how he hated it. 

“That woman.” He spat again and ran a hand through his hair frustrated. He lacked concentration already and now he suddenly had to take care of a wound. 

“She’s dangerous.” Ashton replied with a smirk, no doubt that he was just as impressed as Michael. He was just louder about it. 

“Let’s get out of here before she blows up the building.” 

Michael nodded his head in agreement and bit his lip not wanting to focus on the pain, how the hell would he be able to cover this up once he got home to his wife Y/N?

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Bite Me (Part 17)

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam

Warnings: Angst (self-hate, shameful thoughts, inner struggles), some fluff to help smooth everything over, lip on lip action, mild language

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,773

A/N: This is the LAST CHAPTER in my first ever fanfic. There is an epilogue after this, and then it’s all over. I’m both excited to share it with you and sad to have it all be over. Lee and Han (@wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie) have been betas for this from Day 1 and have encouraged me, caught all my letter errors, and helped me make it to the end. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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It was a slow endeavor, preparing to leave a place I’d only just started to settle into. I’d felt more safe in the three months that I’d been in the bunker than in the five years I’d lived secluded in my small town. But Castiel’s words resounded through my brain like church bells in a tall steeple, signaling my chance for redemption. And with each toll I slowly packed items in my duffle bag, keeping it all in an empty room of the bunker until it contained everything that I needed. And when that point came, I knew it was time.

I’d hidden my bag in my truck the night before, a small action of dedication to my decision. I’d wanted to wait until another hunt came on our radar so I could opt to stay behind, but things were quiet, and my soul was suffering, and I knew that if I waited any longer that I’d lose my willpower. So I hid the bag and woke up early that morning with as much steel resolve as I could muster.

Dean was already in the kitchen when I plodded in in my bare feet, his fuzzy gray robe bringing a small smile to my face. I walked over to where he was slowly sipping his coffee and tucked myself under his arm, nuzzling my head against his chest.

“Morning,” I murmured, wrapping an arm around his back and pulling the mug out of his grasp with my free hand. I took a small sip and winced at the bitter taste that flooded my mouth. “Would it kill you to put a sprinkle of sugar in here?”

He took the mug back of out my hands. “It might.” His lips brushed against my forehead, sending a shiver down my spine. I slowly rotated until my chest was flush against his, the feel of his arm pulling me closer causing an ache to swell in my chest. I quickly pushed the feeling down and managed to hold the smile on my face.

“What about some sugar from me?”

Dean set his coffee down on the counter behind him and wrapped both of his arms firmly around me, bending his head to bump my nose with his. “I think I could handle that without imminent death.”

I kissed him first, stretching up on my tiptoes to get as close as possible. I wasn’t gentle; a deep need had settled in my brain, and I didn’t hold anything back. Dean let out a small sound of surprise before tightening his arms around me and slipping a hand down to firmly grasp my ass. I involuntarily moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hungrily. He tasted like his bitter coffee, and I drank in his warmth and scent like a starving woman.

Dean slowed our pace until our lips were softly pressing against each other before he pulled away, his green eyes crinkling on the corners as he smiled down at me. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.”

I rested my head against his chest and molded my body against his, purposely hiding my face from view. “Just because.” I nuzzled into him and slipped my hands through the fabric of his robe and up under his thin t-shirt, sighing happily at the warmth, mapping the curve of his back with my hands. I gathered my courage. “I…I love you, you know.”

Dean immediately tensed up, and I froze in a panic before his arms crushed me impossibly closer against him. I felt his lips in my hair. “I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t know I needed you until we found you. You mean the world to me, Y/N.” He moved an arm up my side to cup my face, slowly turning my head towards him so my eyes met his. The look I saw in them said everything.

Why am I leaving him?

He was bringing his head down to kiss me again when Sam walked into the kitchen. Dean changed the course of his lips and instead brushed them across my cheek, winking at me as he pulled away and whispering, “We’ll pick this back up later.” My heart clenched in my chest, the pain more deep than being shot with a bullet. I quickly turned to talk to Sam, afraid that my face would start to betray me.

“Hey, Sam. Need me to pick up anything else on my supply run today?” My eyes followed him as he walked to the coffee pot and poured himself a mug. He was freshly showered from his run, his wet hair sticking to the nape of his neck. Sam leaned against the counter and smiled at me, his eyes darting to Dean with a knowing smirk. My heart clenched again, but I held my features firm.

You know you have to leave. You can do this.

“I could use some more protein powder, and we’re running low on milk.”

I wasn’t looking at Dean, but I could practically feel him roll his eyes. “You and your fancy powder. This is why I’m technically more fit than you. I earn my muscles.”

Sam scoffed over his coffee mug. “Right, Dean. Because protein powder makes synthetic muscles. Do you even know how protein works?”

“Do you even know how…it... Shut up,” Dean grumbled.

I wrote the items down on the notepad I kept on the counter, knowing I would intentionally leave it so they would have the list I’d been making all week to go shopping with. The brothers bickering in the background faded to a low hum, and the list in front of me started to go blurry. I braced my hands against the counter and forced a deep breath down my lungs.

“Y/N? Hey, you ok?” Dean’s hand gently found my shoulder before steadily rubbing my back. I looked over at him and managed a genuine, if very small, smile.

“I’m ok. Just tired, I guess.” He frowned slightly, sensing a lie but not knowing what it was. I pecked his cheek. “I’ll be ok. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

Dean grabbed my hand in his and held it until I met his gaze. “You should pick up some ingredients for pie and we can bake one later. And by we, I obviously mean I’ll be the overseer and taste tester,” he said with a wink, drawing a bigger smile from me. “And we’ll talk later, ok?”

I squeezed his hand and went in for a quick hug, pulling away before he had a chance to reciprocate it. “That sounds perfect. Thanks, Dean.” 

I’m going to miss you. I already do. And it hurts.

I grabbed my truck keys off the counter and quickly walked away from them both before the pain could make me change my mind.

“Y/N,” Sam said, making me halt in my tracks and swivel to face him. He set his coffee mug on the counter and looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

I looked between the two men, one that I loved desperately and one that I considered to be my best friend. My face softened in fondness for them both. “I’m good, guys. I’ll be back soon. Love you both.”

And though I wasn’t lying, I might have been too fluid with the term “soon.”

Dean sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the coffee mug, the liquid inside long cold.

“Dude, you’re driving me crazy,” Sam muttered around his mouthful of omelet.

Dean pushed the mug away from himself. “Do you think she seemed…I don’t know…a little off?”

Sam shrugged and took his plate to the sink to rinse it off. “She said she was tired, but she did seem sad. It could just be one of those days. She has them, just like we do.” He stuck the plate and fork in the dishwasher and turned to his brother. “She said she’d be back, and in all the time we’ve known her she’s never lied to us.”

Dean’s brow furrowed. “I trust her. I’m just…worried.” He stood up and haphazardly placed his mug in the sink, not bothering to rinse it out.

“She’ll be fine, Dean.”

Dean ignored him and started the walk down the hall to his room. He knew Y/N, probably better than anyone, and he knew something was wrong. He checked his watch – it had been about fifteen minutes since she’d left, which meant she should be home in at least an hour and a half.

He pushed open his door and walked into the room, immediately freezing at the piece of paper lying on his bed. That hadn’t been there when he left. Dread started to rise in his gut, and he quickly walked over and snatched it off the bed, his fingers crimping the edges as his grip tightened with each word.

Dean, 

I’m sorry. I haven’t wanted to leave since the moment you and Sam saved me all those months ago, but I need to do this. I’m missing a piece of myself, and you helped me find a large part of it, but something is still…empty. And I don’t want this home to have cracks, I want to be fully here. Fully with you. I love you, Dean. I’ll be back. I promise.

Love, Y/N

Dean threw the paper back on the bed and quickly grabbed Baby’s car keys off the dresser. “Sam!” he shouted, jogging back towards the kitchen. “Sammy!”

Sam emerged from the library, his eyes wildly scanning the area for danger. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N left, for good,” Dean said, changing his route towards the garage. “Well, not for good, but she needs someone to talk her out of this, and we’re all she’s got.”

“Dean, wait!” Sam called after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain on the way. Come on.”

And though they drove around for miles and hours, Y/N’s truck was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until well after midnight that Sam convinced Dean to go back to the bunker. And it wasn’t until a full month had passed that Dean stopped actively searching for her. But every Chevy truck he saw made his heart momentarily freeze in his chest, and every time he passed a dance studio, he smiled. Dean never stopped looking because Y/N wouldn’t let him. She flitted in and out of his mind on a daily basis, and the hope of her words, the promise that she would come back home, well, that was what kept him going.

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The Game|01

Pairing: Reader X ot7

Theme: Fluff, Angst, eventual implied smut.

*Any triggers will be announced in the chapter they are in.*

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Welcome to The Game. A competition where 169 “Gamers” Have been released into the the town of Seoul, South Korea to find their “Partners” and battle one another using their various abilities until only one gamer is left becoming the“Ultimate Gamer”.

"Ms.(Y/N), you should really get up and do something productive for once in your life."

You groan and roll in bed before staring blankly at your bodyguard who was looking at you with an unamused expression. You sit up and look around your room, hoping to see to see breakfast waiting for you, but sadly it was not. You look up at your bodyguard with sad eyes, only to get a scoff in return.

"I make breakfast at 10 am sharp. You don't get up. You don't eat." He says sternly before checking his phone.

"You know I could fire you and just have my mom hire someone else."

"And I can kill you and make it look like an accident. Your mother won't know a thing." He smirks without taking his eyes off the phone screen, causing you to whimper and hide under your blanket. This was your daily routine, arguing with your bodyguard of 10 years now. His name is Choi Seung-Hyun and he was a complete ass some days, but he was maybe one of your only friends. After a while of laying around, you hear a rumble from your stomach and decide that it was time to get up. You groan and lazily get up out of your bed to find some clothes for the day. Going with a more casual style of clothing you head downstairs. Walking to the kitchen you excitedly open your refrigerator to grab your dinner from last night, only to be met with nothing. You really need to go grocery shopping today.

"Hey Choi, have you see my lamb skewers? I could've sworn I put them in the fridge last night."

"You probably ate them in one of your nightly raves." He replied dully before heading upstairs. "I'm going back to sleep. You need to go grocery shopping, (Y/N). If I do it I'm not buying any junk food." He states before closing his room door. You grumble your annoyances before grabbing your wallet and keys. You didn't mind walking since it was such a nice day out, and you could really use a nice stroll to start your day. Nothing drastic was happening in your life at the moment, it was going fairly well in your opinion. You just graduated from your dream college and was already looking for jobs in your new career. You lived in a nice house thanks to your mother, even though you found it odd that your new home made noises at night, or the fact that you needed such a huge home for you and your bodyguard person. Either way, you were excited to start your life as an adult, except for one thing. You were still single. And yeah, you had passed relationships, but they all ended for different reasons. You knew you'd find the one who was meant for you…. Eventually. For now, you'd just have to go about your everyday life. Speaking of everyday life. You should quickly get to the store and back so you can check up on those applications.

~Somewhere on the other side of Seoul~

"Quit moving kid! You're making this harder than what it needs to be!"

"We promise to make it quick Namjoonie! Unless… you want to die painfully."

This is not how his day was supposed to start off. Everyone literally just got released from that wretched building two weeks ago and already trying to terminate one another. They were giving these rules on this ‘game.' But it's not even a game, it's literal genocide, and currently, Namjoon was in a heated game of cat and mouse except, he was the mouse. And the cats controlled lighting. Namjoon continued to jump from roof to roof trying to put as much distance between himself and the lightning twins. Barely missing a lightning bolt Namjoon grabs it and throw it back, effectively hitting one of them in the face. He couldn't fight back. Not yet at least. He wasn't strong enough to fight two winged gamers. It was a death wish on his part, so for now, all he could do was run. Without even looking back, Namjoon changed directions and kept running, only one thought to go through his head.

He needed a partner, and quickly.

~~~~ "Let's see… I need cereal, eggs, milk, snacks…" You continue to mumble to yourself as you made your way down the side walk and towards the store. Your list was pretty long, but since you didn't bring your car you just decided to buy a few things and have the rest be brought to your home tomorrow. As you make your way down the cemented walkway, you put your phone in your pocket and hum softly, that is until you thought you heard someone..screaming.

"GET OUT THE WAY LADY!! DAMN IT WOMAN MOVE YOUR ASS!"

You quickly look towards the direction of the voice which was upwards? Just as you turned around, a flop of purple hair blurred your vision as something had your body barrel to the ground below. With a groan you both move around and look at each other and dear god this boy was beyond handsome. With thick full lips and beautiful dark brown eyes, I found myself forgetting where I was. His purple hair just long enough in the front to cover his eyes, was slightly gelled over into a small wave over his right eye. He was tall and lean. To put it simply he was breathtaking. Everything from the top of his head to the soles of his feet was pure magic.

"Aish… I guess I jumped too far…" He says before giving you sheepish smile. "Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to crash into you.." He says to softly before helping you onto your feet.

"Uh… it's fine. But are you okay? That was a really high building you just managed to jump off of…"  You say with a shaking voice.

"It wasn't the height that was the problem. It seemed to be the distance of the next rooftop and my trajectory was a bit off. Not mention the angle the lightning was coming at me from." He states calmly as he wipes himself off. You scrunch up your face at him trying to figure out why he made such a weird statement sound so normal. With a shrug of your shoulders you slowly back away. "Well… You don't look like you're dying, so I'll be on my w-"

"FOUND YOU JOONIE!" You look back up to see two boys on top of the building the purple haired dude just fell from. With wide eyes, you look between the purple haired kid and the other two. They were too far away for you to see clearly, but you could see that one had shaggy brown hair and the other had silver.

"We're tired of chasing you. So we'll make it quick. Promise." One of the states before seem something spark from their hands as devilish smirks appear across their faces. Squinting your eyes from the sun you notice that the thing coming from their hands is.. Lightning?

"Shit, is that actual lightning?" You squeak softly before you feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto the purple guy's shoulder.

"Yes, and we need to move now!" He states before running down the street, somehow managing to dodge every bolt of lightning coming in your direction, and there was way too much for your liking.  

"What the hell is happening?! Put me down! Who do you think you are?!" You screech and started hitting at the man's back. He not only ignore's your request, but he gives you a death glare in response to your screeching.

"Look! My name is Namjoon and I promise to explain everything in my power but for now, if you want to live I need to know your living quarters or we'll be running for a while. And trust me, they won't only terminate me." You puff out your cheeks in aggravation before looking up and noticing that those lightning kids were getting kind of close. Pulling out your phone you unlock it before looking at the male.

"Make a right onto that street and run to the far back of that alleyway. I'm calling for help." You manage to say and immediately dial Choi's number, thank the gods for speed dial.

"Look, Choi, don't ask questions just listen. I really need your help…"

~Time skip for the sake of Jimin's jams..~

"So let me get this straight… So he fell onto you after jumping off one of the highest building in Seol and to add onto that you both were chased by two twins who had the ability to control lightning." Choi says with a blank expression and you shake your head frantically. You and Namjoon barely escaped the lightning twins before Choi showed up and got you both in the car.   Choi looks at Namjoon as if they were both having a silent conversation before sighing.

"You could've just said that you were bringing a guy home. I wouldn't have cared." Choi says with a straight face before turning away and starting the car. With a load groan, you wipe your hands over your face and lean down against your lap. Refusing to speak any more until you made it home because at this point anything you say that makes you sound like a mad woman. ~~~~~~ With your bodyguard immediately bringing the two of you home, you decided that it was best not to ask Namjoon questions due to the fact that he had passed out in the driveway, and finally noticed how worn out the boy looked. With dark bags under his eyes and scars littering the parts of his body that were visible, Namjoon looked like he may not have made it another day. So with that in mind, you help Choi bring Namjoon upstairs and put him in one of your guest rooms letting him rest for the night, figuring that you could just ask your questions in the morning. With a heavy sigh, you look at the sleeping male before closing the door and heading to your own room. You decide to take a shower and clean yourself off and let Choi do the grocery shopping, once he promised to buy your snacks and other junk foods. You didn't want to leave Namjoon alone in the house, and you couldn't bring yourself to wake him either after everything that had just occurred.All of this was too confusing to you.  People shooting lightning jumping off buildings like it's nothing. You couldn't find a logical reasoning. But... The fear Namjoon dies when those two kids showed up showed you that none of this was fake but that also shows you that something is seriously wrong for he did absolutely nothing to defend himself and clearly he had been running for a while.Were there more of them? How are they? How old is Namjoon?  There has to be a logical explanation as to why there are people showing up in Seoul that have such... unique talents and why are they using these talents against one another? What did Namjoon mean when he said that they were going to terminate him. Were they sent to kill him? Is this just some cruel joke? At this point, you didn't even know anymore all you know is that you can't let that kid go back out there and he clearly had nowhere he could go. You sending him out there was just like killing him yourself. With a soft sigh, you head upstairs. For now, all you could do was wait and see what the morning would bring. ~~~ The next morning you wake up pretty early and head downstairs to make yourself some tea. it's Saturday which means Choi is usually off doing other things in the morning before coming back that afternoon. Besides, he said that your mother had some important things to discuss with him. You also found out that you would be getting a second bodyguard. You didn't think much of it since your mom did work for a pretty huge corporation and a high position at that. The corporation is targeted quite a bit so as a protection protocol, anyone who had a child had to have some form of protection for them since there were multiple cases of organizations kidnapping the higher ups children. Your mother never explained everything but you knew that sometimes what she did was dangerous even though sometimes she didn't want to do it, but she had to all the same. She never went into details, and sometimes she was gone for weeks at a time, but you knew that she loved you and would do anything for you.

Namjoon, on the other hand, woke up in a bit of a panic. Not understanding why he woke up in a room that he was not familiar with or why he didn't wake up in the lab really did scare him until the memories of yesterday flooded back into his brain. You, the twins, the fighting, the running. Everything came back so fast it made his head spin a bit. Everything seems so surreal. He didn't know why this is happening in the first place and he was sure that if he hadn't had ran into you, he would've been a goner. All of this was still new and why this was happening to them. All he knows is that when released from the lab, they were told to run and as soon as they start running gamers started attacking. It was a living Nightmare. The screaming, the crying, friends trying to protect their friends all the while you still don't understand what was happening.No one understood what was happening to them. After all the testing, the running, the needle poking.. they thought their nightmare was over, but really it had just begun. people were terminated one after another. Fear and regret in their eyes, but in the end, there was nothing they can do except protect themselves and hope for the best in this foreign world they had never seen before.

After managing to calm down his thoughts.Namjoon gets up and walks down the stairs to see you sitting at the table drinking some form of liquid in what he thinks they call a cup? when you look up and see him and give him a gentle smile and laugh softly when he looks away. Namjoon didn't understand why, but when you smiled at him just then. It felt as though his heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, Joonie. Are you hungry?" With a small nod, Namjoon smiles at you and sit at the table as you get up to make you both something to eat. "Hey is there anything specific that you like to eat? You must be hungry since you didn't eat anything last night.." Namjoon raises his head and looks at you in confusion. "I have.. Options? I've never had those before when it came to eating. We just ate whatever was brought to us. If they brought anything I mean.." He states calmly.  You could only nod and look away from the male as you think to yourself. How could he speak so normally about this? This whole situation was wrong, but you don't think Namjoon understood just how wrong it was. With that leaving your mind, you decided that you would make some pancakes, sausage links, eggs, toast and juice for breakfast. You don't know if Namjoon has ever had a decent meal before, and you were too afraid to ask for the last time he had eaten.

Namjoon watched you with curious eyes as you move about the kitchen, pulling out various things and mixing them together. It was confusing, but he was also fascinated. But at a certain point, Namjoon couldn't tell if he meant what you were doing or just you.

~Time skip because I really need Hobi's Mixtape. Like pls.~

After breakfast and making that Joonie had his fill, you deem that he wasn't such a bad person. Although you did learn that he could eat a lot like there's no food left from what you made for breakfast.You also found his personality to be pretty cute. He had this sort of innocence to him like a child who is still trying to understand the world, even though he kind of look like a teenager so that was kind of confusing but it wasn't really bad. You had asked him to explain what happened the other day but he said he couldn't tell you everything because you aren't his... partner? He also didn't know much to start with.The most he told you was that he was known as a ‘Fighter’ type gamer, meaning that his specialty was hand to hand combat. The twins you had seen are called Mark and Jackson Wang, who showed to be able to use lightning.And lastly,  there were over a hundred more people like him running around in the streets of Seoul. Each with different abilities. Although it wasn’t much information, it was enough to get your head spinning. How could someone do this to them? Who decided this was okay? After a while, you shake your head to clear your mind a bit. Deciding not to question it further, you deem that since Namjoon was going to be here for a few days you probably should go shopping, since he doesn't seem to have any clothes with him other than once he's wearing. Before going anywhere you had Choi help him work the shower before washing his clothes, you couldn't leave him dirty. He could get sick! Once Namjoon was cleaned up, you let Choi know that you both would be leaving for a couple of hours. Grabbing your wallet and keys, you and Joonie make your way to your personal car.

It didn't take you long to get to the plaza and they had a large selection to choose from. Namjoon and yourself had been out and about for a good part of your day before deciding and maybe you should do something else. Putting his various items within the car, you drive around town until you make your way to the small little coffee shop that you love to go to. Getting out of the car you both walk in, and after helping Namjoon out, you both order your selves something to drink and something small to eat before leaving to continue on with your adventure your adventure, only to be met with a very unwanted surprise.

"So did our little Joonie find himself a partner? Or is she just being nice enough to keep you around? I mean, we can kill her too, nothing in the rules say we can't…" One of the twins says with a chuckle. With a small curse to yourself, you grab Namjoon's hand and quickly try to put distance between yourself and the twins, although they had many other plans in mind. You quickly try a move away from them, but sadly this part of Seoul was never that big, so many people weren't around to cover you guys. You were greatly hoping that they didn't do anything where anyone could see, but it seems luck is not on your side today because before you know it, Namjoon is shouting something before he pushes you out the way and all you hear next is allowed scream of  pain as Namjoon's body is struck by a bolt of lightning before falling to his knees. You shout his name in fear when his body doesn't move for a few moments, but he quickly regains himself and attempts to stand. You quickly help him to his feet and give him a once over to observe the damaged. His clothes are burned but not too much was removed and you can he also had burns on his skin but overall, there wasn't much damage done.

"Can you still walk? We need to get out of here quickly.."  You say quietly as you see the twins coming at you at an alarming rate. Without a second thought, you grab Namjoon and dash into the nearest area thankfully making your way to the subway station. This is making it a lot harder than had to be since your car was way too far to get to. You and Namjoon managed to lose the twins for a while as you continue to run and although he had some fairly good damage put on him, Namjoon managed to have enough stamina to keep up. For now, you both had made it to the back of an alleyway and you didn't want to but you had to try and catch your breath.With your lungs burning the way they were, you didn't think you could run anymore. You couldn't stay long but you honestly needed a few minutes. Just as the two of you were about to leave again both twins intercept you from either side making sure there was no way for you to go anywhere.

"Joonie.. you're really making this a lot harder than it has to be. We just need to terminate as many as we can before the next stage comes through we won't make it painful but as of right now you're useless and we don't need you becoming an obstacle towards the end of this game." the twin closest to you have managed to speak these words before you put yourself in front of Namjoon.

"Leave him alone! Can't  you see this is unfair, two against one?! what are you childish?! If you're going to fight do it on your own don't have another person help unless it makes the fight fair. Fighting like this with him is way too unfair for you to think that is okay! Anger lacing your voice showed how pissed you off you didn't understand what was going on but you didn't know you're more wasn't right from wrong and even if they had to fight each other you were going to least try and make it as Fair as you could. other to chuckle at your a mark but now I'm just a silent world wide eyes. he doesn't know why but his heart is pounding hard and his face feels hot he even feels his heart flutter of it honestly can't tell why exit for he thinks it's because of you. he says nothing as you banter back and forth with the twins unable to speak, his heart tightens in fear as one of them get close to you and without thinking he pulls you back closer to him pressing your back against his chest. just as Nam June was about to speak to you the twin behind you both charged at you but luckily Joonie was able to jump over them and make it to the other end of the alley.

Please forgive me for this but I feel like it's something that I need to do. My body feels like it's on fire and won't cool down… My heart won't stop beating so quickly." Namjoon's voice comes out in a pleaded tone as he grips on to you and you can feel just how hot his body had become, it feels like you were being touched by a furnace. You can't help but stutter your words as looked at his flushed cheeks as he began to pant a bit as well, now noticing that his face was coming a lot closer to yours. You barely register that one of the twins were screaming something, more focused on the whimpers of pain coming from the male in front of you.

"What are you apologizing for you haven't do-" Your sentence is immediately cut off by a pair of soft lips on your own. Your eyes widen at the sudden action, also at the fact that not only was Namjoon kissing you but a pair of glowing transparent purple wings had appeared behind his back and illuminated the once dim alleyway.

Hey, Guys! Senpai here and welcome to the first chapter of The Game! I hope you all enjoyed it and want it to continue. Please let me know about how you feel! Any opinions are very appreciated!  The picture above is to show what the wings are supposed to look like because I honestly didn’t know how to describe it and the picture gives a good visual.Also, as stated before, this series was inspired by an anime known as Sekirei! But please keep in mind, the original anime is very ecchi(Perverted) and this will not be like the original show. Some parts may be similar and you will see that, but a lot of this I am creating myself. Please do not spoil the show or try to spoil series. You will be wrong.   If there are any mistakes or confusion please tell me immediately!

Much Love!

~Senpai

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I was tagged by the amazing, kind, lovely @sherrinford221b Thank you so so so much for thinking of me darling. I love doing these things. Sorry this took a couple days. I’m not going to tag anyone though bc you guys almost never do my tags. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Super long so I’m going to put under the cut :)

the last 1/ drink/ tea

2/ phonecall/ I think to my doctor?

3/ text message/ with my best friend/ex/roomie

4/ song you listened to/ rise to me by the decemberists

5/ last time you cried/ earlier today

6/ dated someone twice/ no

7/ kissed someone and regretted it/ the last time I did this? oh shit no clue. but I’ve done it several times.

8/ been cheated on/ yes. last time was probably when my fiance (who actually ended up od’ing) cheated on me

9/ lost someone special/ this past spring

10/ been depressed/ I deal with this every single day of my life

11/ gotten drunk and thrown up/ the last time was quite a while ago... probably in college

3 favourite colours 12/ purple 13/ black 14/ grey

in the last year have you 15/ made new friends/ sort of

16/ fallen out of love/ sadly no, only into it

17/ laughed until you cried/ yes

18/ found out someone was talking about you/ no, didn’t find out lol

19/ met someone who changed you/ YES changed my life in so many ways, made me a better person, a better writer and thinker, allowed me to fulfill my dreams and just basically saved me from a life of misery even if he doesn’t realize it. I will always love him for this. With absolutely no qualifications.

20/ found out who your friends are/ yes it’s funny how when you need people the most, that’s when people abandon you and you realize they never were your friend to begin with

21/ kissed someone on your facebook list/ i only just made an actual facebook with my actual name and I haven’t even followed anyone or anything on it lmao

general 22/ how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life/ ......

23/ do you have any pets/ skipping this one right now bc still too hard

24/ do you want to change your name/ not anymore

25/ what did you do for your last birthday/ finished an essay lmao like literally my bday was the deadline. then again that shit makes me happy so.....

26/ what time did you wake up/ today? I actually slept until 5 bc the sun was not very bright this morning :)

27/ what were you doing at midnight last night/ sleeping

28/ name something you can’t wait for/ to finish my dissertation and have my MA awarded to me and then to start work on my PhD; also can’t wait to go home bc it’ll be nice to not be alone all the time

29/ when was the last time you saw your mum/ I haven’t seen my mom in almost 20 years idek also haven’t talked to her in that long as well

31/ what are you listening to right now/ right now I’ve got Lucifer is on so I’m just listening to that with the traffic outside and the occasional rumble of the train that goes past my window

32/ have you ever talked to a person named tom/ I’m sure I have but tbh I can’t think of a single specific one

33/ something that is getting on your nerves/ oh god I hate to say it but I need a break from England/London lmao there are just things that I love but also things that just drive me fucking batshit nuts

34/ most visited website/ tumblr

35/ hair colour/ I have natural red hair but it’s a little lighter the older I get and I don’t color it

36/ long or short hair/ long but not super long anymore

37/ do you have a crush on someone/ lol yes obviously but I think it’s past the crush phase and is just soul-crushing agony stage by now

38/ what do you like about yourself/ my mind

39/ piercings/ ears only, three on left one on right

40/ blood type/ I actually don’t know for sure... that’s weird right? w/e

41/ nickname/ none

42/ relationship status/ single celibate and prob going to stay that way for the rest of my sad pathetic lonely life lmao

43/ zodiac/ aquarius

44/ pronouns/ she/her

45/ favourite tv show/ of the moment is Lucifer

46/ tattoos/ I have two shitty tattoos that I aim to get fixed one on my back and one on my ankle

47/ right or left handed/ right; but when I eat two-handed I sometimes use my fork in the right, sometimes in the left

48/ surgery/ wait what? like have I had any??????? my tonsils and adenoids out????

49/ sport/ I used to swim competitively; as far as watching none really anymore I like watching swimming at the olympics and I used to love hockey but stupid bettman stole my team so fuck the nhl

50/ vacation/ ??????????

51/ pair of trainers/ black on black vans

more general 53/ eating/ I am so confused by some of these... like what do I like? american food lmao no but really I have serious food issues and can’t eat a lot of food in general it sucks but it’s not just “being picky” it’s literally physically recoiling in horror and absolute discomfort with a lot of foods

54/ drinking/ I try to drink a lot of water but I also love tea and espresso drinks

55/ i’m about to/ fuck around on tumblr lmao but in the near future I’m about to go home for a while!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!! never thought I’d miss georgia that godforsaken place lmfao

56/ waiting for/ “someone” to be single? lol jk waiting for idk a lot of movies to get released, shows to start, nothing big right now. waiting for my plane ride home!!!!!!!

57/ want/ to finish my masters and get my phd, to make “someone” proud and have them be in awe of my accomplishments and to have them see me as an intellectual equal and not as a student....... (and also as other things lol but that’s not realistic)

58/ get married/ lol see above

59/ career/ academic and fiction writer

which is better 60/ hugs or kisses/ depends on who it is

61/ lips or eyes/ eyes but lips kiss so there’s that

62/ shorter or taller/ okay so for so long I’ve had a short dude fetish, and for girls I really love tiny itty bitty short girls (both girls I’ve been in love with were like 5 feet tall lmao), but after the TH thing, and now you know who, i’ve gotten a bit into the tall guys thing... so both are good lol

63/ older or younger/ okay so here is the thing when you’re younger everyone loves older men but when you get to be my age it stops being as attractive lmao so I’d rather have a slightly younger dude or my age... girls I don’t care either way :)

64/ nice arms or nice stomach/ i like arms and tummies both but I admit a slight thing for tummies bc you know who does this thing where he always wears shirts that ride up and he pushes his hair back and shows his nice slightly brown tummy and it’s super super good [I want to show a pic but I am terrified that will out me more than I’m willing to have in this forum even though I do use his name occasionally lmao]

65/ hookup or relationship/ I have to say they both have their positive aspects

66/ troublemaker or hesitant/ hmm... sometimes the most hesitant person is a troublemaker underneath

have you ever 67/ kissed a stranger/ yes

68/ drank hard liquor/ yes

69/ lost glasses/contact lenses/ I don’t wear them (though I need them desperately)

70/ turned someone down/ yes but I admit I don’t do this very well I have trouble saying no it’s the sub in me

71/ sex on the first date/ yes

73/ had your heart broken/ all the time lmao

74/ been arrested/ fun fact, yes! I’ve been arrested for fucking expired tag/no insurance in godforsaken athens clarke county it was a bunch of shit

75/ cried when someone died/ yes

76/ fallen for a friend/ yes

do you believe in 77/ yourself/ I wish I could say yes, but not really. However, I don’t give up, so in a way I’m constantly trying to prove myself wrong about myself.

78/ miracles/ not as much anymore

79/ love at first sight/ not love, I don’t think love is a visual thing

80/ santa claus/ ........

81/ kiss on the first date/ yes if it feels right

82/ angels/ yes absolutely just not necessarily the whole surrounding christian stuff

other 84/ eye colour/ blue

85/ favourite movie/ Brazil :)

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The Deadliest (Part One - Chapter Five)

Watching the city of Seoul pass by in a blur, Lacey quietly rode in the back of the sleek black limo, observing the atmosphere outside the window. The CEO personally provided Lacey with the transportation, stating that she “must look as high-end as possible in the eyes of this idol in order to get a good interview out of Rap Monster.”

Lacey felt ridiculous riding around in the luxury vehicle being no more than a journalist.

She had declined the coffee offered to her by the driver, feeling too jittery to even think about consuming any caffeine. Instead, she opted for texting her friends, who were currently lounging in her apartment.

                                             Monday 8:10 a.m.

Lacey 8:10 a.m.     I’m on my way to the interview now… feel like I’m about to                                   hurl.

Linzy 8:11 a.m.       AH! Don’t do that! You’ll do great dude! I promise! Madi                                     and I support you 100% no matter if this goes good or                                       bad, so don’t worry about a thing

Madi 8:11 a.m.        ye man!!! dont worry one bit youre gonna do so great                                         youre gonna be so happy cause this is totally your                                             journaling break!!!

Linzy 8:12 a.m.       TOTALLY MAN! also… I just wanna point out that Madi                                        and I made you look 10/10 so dat boi gon be askin fo yo                                    digits just sayin

Lacey 8:15 a.m.      Awe guys, you’re the best :) but Linzy omg no that isn’t                                       gonna happen so don’t even put the idea of that in my                                       head. I’m already dying as is. Don’t need more stress DX

Madi 8:16 a.m.        lmao why would you be stressed about a hot idol askin for                                 yo num??

Lacey 8:17 a.m.       Idk man! I’m just freakin out. Ughhhhh

Lacey 8:17 a.m.       Guys… I just got to BigHit… wish me luck. Tell my cat I                                       love him. I’ll probs die

Madi 8:19 a.m.        youre so dramatic omg XD but good luck bruh. you’ll do                                     great. call us as soon as you get done!

Linzy 8:20 a.m.        Yea! You’re gonna do fine!!! But I’ll tell fat bob that you                                        love him dearly hahaha

 Swallowing hard, Lacey’s mouth was dry and her feet were beginning to sweat in her shoes. Her legs felt weak, and she scrambled to get her phone into her bag again. Running her fingers through her hair, she fluffed it and closed her eyes, breathing in.

‘You can do this. You were specifically assigned out of every other journalist at Lorem to do this job. That’s all this is. It’s just a job. Just be your quirky self and forget that it’s Namjoon. Forget it’s Namjoon. Just forget. Forget.’

Climbing out of the back of the vehicle, Lacey was thankful for the lack of wind. One leg sturdy on concrete, hauling huge tote with interview-things, she slipped the other out behind her, shutting the door carefully after she was completely out. She was met by a squat little man, smiling warmly at the entrance to BigHit Entertainment HQ.

“Hello, Miss Cobb! You’re right on time!” The man waved for her to come closer.

“I try to be as punctual as possible,” she laughed, giggly with nerves.

Leading her into the building, the man went on to introduce himself as whom she spoke with on the phone—BTS’ manager, Jigaemae. Nodding to the man as he gave a mini-tour on the way to their destination, Lacey really couldn’t pay much attention.

“Right in here,” Jigaemae opened a door on the second floor.

The room was painted white, two chairs in the center of the carpeted room for the interview. A small table was placed beside one chair for Lacey to write on, the room set up completely for her convenience.

Walking to the seat on the other side of the room, Lacey turned around to the manager and bowed deeply, thanking him very much for showing her the way.

“It’s no problem at all,” he smiled. “I’ll bring Namjoon down now that you’re here.”

Shutting the frosted-glass door, Lacey watched his blurred silhouette walk away.

Breathing deeply, she opened her black tote and took out a trapper keeper with notepad and questions ready. Digging for a pen, she found her favorite—red—and clicked it.

A minute passed turning to two, only adding to Lacey’s anxieties. She began to read over her questions again to ready herself, putting the tip of the pen in between her teeth as she concentrated.

The ‘click’ of the door opening broke her gaze from the cards.

Tall and blonde, Kim Namjoon slid around the door, turning around to quietly close it.

Drinking him in, Lacey looked the man up and down, and back up again as he faced her and made his way toward his chair in the center of the room.

Pen still in mouth, Lacey’s eyes never left his face, memorizing every feature that she possibly could. Only did she snap out of her daze when he stopped two feet in front of her.

“Oh, hi!” Lacey slid the pen out of her mouth and placed it on the table beside her. Standing up, she pulled down the back of her skirt and smiled.

“I apologize, I zoned out for a moment. Was just going through questions,” Lacey extended her hand and smiled widely, internally punching herself in the face for mentioning her nervous habit of over-preparedness.

Absorbing her appearance, the idol smugly shook Lacey’s hand and chuckled.

Taking a seat, she gestured for him to join her.

The two held eye contact for a moment too long, causing Lacey to bite her lip and blush, looking down at her notepad again.

Clearing her throat, she crossed her legs and looked up at him.

“Before we start the interview, I thought we could talk and become a bit more comfortable with each other so the questions come a little easier for you. Is that alright?” Lacey cocked her head as she tried to hide a smile.

“I think,” Namjoon spoke, his voice layered with a rasp, “I would be more than happy to become a little more comfortable with you before this interview,” he smirked leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees, hands clasped together.

Swallowing, Lacey’s smile faltered a bit, her mind racing to comprehend the double entendre.

“Quit overthinking. He’s just being nice.”

“Uhm, r-right,” she stuttered, only causing Namjoon to smirk more. “Well, what can I call you in the interview?”

“You can call me anything you want, babygirl,” he replied with a wink.

Sitting up straight, Lacey uncrossed and crossed her legs again, hot under Namjoon’s gaze.

“W-well, how does ‘Namjoon’ work? Is that too informal?” she tried playing it smooth, mind the few stutters here and there.

Sitting back in his chair, he crossed his arms and made himself comfortable, resting his foot on his other leg and licking his bottom lip. “Babe, be as informal as you want with me. Please.”

Lacey’s jaw clenched as she fought back a wave of anger. “Okay, I understand that you get interviewed quite a lot. I really do. But I’d really appreciate it if you’d take me seriously.”

“Baby, I’m taking you more seriously than you know…” his gaze traveled from her eyes to her mouth, to her chest to her legs.

“Mr. Kim, you are being extremely inappropriate right n—“

“You’re the one breathing like you just ran a mile,” Namjoon leaned forward. “Your pupils are blown, you keep crossing and uncrossing your legs, which mind you, we both know what that means. If anyone here is being inappropriate, I believe it’s you, Miss Cobb.”

Standing up, Lacey snatched her things and stomped over to the door.

“Just because I’m a woman does not mean I will sit here and take that crap. You don’t know a thing about me, so don’t pretend that you do. Thank you for your time, and I’ll see myself out.” She opened the door and slammed it behind her, already making her way down the stairs to the main level before Namjoon had an opportunity to respond.

Biting his lip, Namjoon chuckled at the journalist’s reaction. Eyes catching red on the table, he saw that she had left her pen.

Picking it up, he examined it further and spotted a deep shade of wine smudged on the end. Remembering Lacey sticking the pen between her lips when he first walked in, he smiled. Slowly, he sat back in his chair again and stuck the pen between his own.

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By the power of Grey Skull

HeMan

 This piece is titled as such because folks; he, be a Man! I can confidently say this gentleman is the first real human I have met in all of my adult fun time encounters thus far. By real, I mean genuine. Not putting on a show, not a huge guard up, pretty open and easy going. Conversation comes easy when there is little pretense and it’s so nice because I love to talk. Conversation also comes easy when you have something interesting to talk about! This gentleman is world traveled, cultured, intelligent, funny and nice. All of this good stuff comes in a very, Very nice package. Tall, dark and handsome. So naturally when we hit it off so well at the bar there wasn’t a whole lot of question about whether or not I was going to bring him home. I struggled with wanting to talk more and have my mind intrigued or to just get to the good stuff. Speaking of which lets get to the good stuff.

His body is a wonderfully large and strong. Which I am favoring in my male partners more and more because I enjoy the contrast to my petite size. I have never been with anyone who was strong enough to lift, grab and flip me around, manipulating my body in various different positions that require my feet in the air. Now that I have, I just don’t know that I can give it up. It started just how it should, with kissing. Now kissing is difficult and important. I can get it in with someone who is a bad kisser, but the worse you are at kissing the stronger the likelihood that I will only get it in with you a few times. Kissing, when done well can be soooo yummy. Kissing has definitely been few hits and lots misses in my experience. So was very glad when I discovered he knew how to use his mouth. I straddled myself across his waist, took my shirt off and just sort of went to town on his face. And then my first taste of strength happened. He grabbed me by the hair, kissed me hard then wrapped his arms around me and just stood up like it was nothing. He made it seem as if I weighed no more than 10 lbs and I was digging all the alpha male taking charge shit. He just marched me into the bedroom, laid me down and promptly ripped off my leggings. There was lots more kissing and biting and hair pulling until I was having so much fun that I actually had the urge to put a dick in my mouth. Now this is kind of a big deal as I am very stingy when it comes to head. I will absolutely reciprocate when given because that is just fair, but like, rarely do I actually have the urge or desire to just for no reason other than I know dudes LOVE them, wanna do it. Lucky for me HeMan does in fact have the smallest of the dicks I have been with in my recent past. Now, it isn’t tiny by any means, but it is definitely a bit below the average I am use to. The most disappointing thing about his measurements is the girth not necessarily the length. But when it comes to blow jobs this was an ideal dick! Made it super easy and I could totally almost deep throat the whole thing, which again, is something I like NEVER even attempt. But I was feeling super generous and I wanted to give it my all. Boy did this pay off! Front, back, sideways and everything in between! I barely had to lift a finger after that magnificent bj and my pussy got all of the things and an hour and half later we both got off.    

I would like to keep writing about how I managed to maneuver my way into his bed two more times in the week since we met, but I can’t even think about it without becoming overwhelmed with the desire to fuck this guy, the sex is that great. And then there is the stamina on this horse! Just keeps going like a champ, even though he is responsible for most if not all of the heavy lifting. I usually enjoy being on top and sharing the cardio load, but not with this one. I just want him to take me and dominate until my legs become jello and I sort of melt into the bed when it’s all said and done.  

I know what you’re thinking, there has to be a catch! Why is this man still single?! Nothing can be that perfect and wonderful, can it? Well, I am here to tell you that…of course fuckin not! Nothing is perfect and this gentleman is no exception.

What is most interesting about HeMan is the struggle I have with exposing his faults. Hopefully what has come across in my previous writing is that I am pretty good at being objective. I can enjoy the company I keep, but have no dissolutions about who the other person is presenting. However, HeMan is turning out to be a challenge to this guarded and necessary objectivity. I will be completely honest in that I have become slightly infatuated with the prospect of this man. Which is why it is important for me to regain my objectivity by grounding myself in the reality that is; I don’t know that much about him other than he has fucked me in ways I have never been fucked before and I like it a lot! So let’s all come back down to reality by reviewing the struggle that is trying to causally sleep with someone, who is also a cool, fun and interesting human. It is hard because it is the first time I find myself wanting to spend time outside of the bedroom with someone. I want to experience and share things with him and it’s all too weird and making me feel insecure because it automatically takes me back to the place of worrying about what someone else thinks of me. I have been very lucky to have always had what felt like a natural protective layer to this very universal distorted thought pattern of judging oneself based on what you think other people think of you, because I generally have a pretty good opinion of myself and find if others don’t agree I just don’t give a fuck…but the one place it rears its ugly head is when I find myself romantically interested in another person. Therefore, in order to get rid of my brooding insecurity, let’s dive into his.    

The one thing HeMan does have in common with my previous sex buddies is that the inevitable veil of insecurity did rear its ugly head pretty early on. Which is insane to me! This guy is seriously all of the things and I don’t understand how one can still have the exact same insecurity as the men who clearly don’t have the societal advantages as Heman. By societal advantages I mean; HeMan is white, tall, good looking, very healthy and in shape, did I mention white and middle class upbringing? So yea, lots of advantages and fitting into positive stereotypes of someone who is desirable to others in many regards. Yet, the exact same insecurity that has befallen almost all the dudes I have encountered both in my bebop pin around and just life in general and it goes something like this…why doesn’t the world recognize how awesome I am and make it easy or fair for me to get the things that I want?! This almost always comes up in conversation in one way shape or form. The one form that I feel I have been far to exposed to is the following; I haven’t had a lot of luck with women on these dating sites. I am pretty forward about only wanting sexy adult fun times and therefore my assumption is that because of this they feel they can talk to me about dating other people because there is no prospect of actually dating me. However, I also think that it has something to do with my empathic nature. People tell me their shit all the time without regard to who I am or what role I play in their life. From total strangers to my work superiors will inevitably at some point tell me about their childhood or current trauma, issues, insecurities. It’s a thing and/or my super power, I am still holding out for the super strength or another magic power to confirm what I have always known, that I am some form of mutant super human who is meant to do great things, but for now I am just a social worker.

This is how this conversation has gone on multiple occasions:

Dude: Yeah dating sites are hard because you send women messages and they either don’t respond or they do and they aren’t who they presented in their profile.

Me: Yeah, that is how it goes; I mean you have to go through a lot of rejections or whatever to get to find someone you can connect with. At least you don’t have to go through the barrage of “I wanna fuck you” messages before getting a friendly and simple Hello instead.

Dude: Yeah, no that must suck, I have heard about how women get those messages, BUT it is harder for me because I am a man and my ego is fragile and so when I don’t get a response or the girl isn’t as attractive in person as in her photos and wastes my time meeting up, it’s hard.

Me: Yes, please, let me comfort your fragile ego because getting nothing is soooo much harder than getting objectified all of the time, totes get it, let me pat your back.

Dude: Or you meet women and all they want are materialistic things. Like if you don’t have a house w/ a mortgage and a 6 figure salary they want nothing to do with you.

Me: (dramatic eye roll) Well you must not have gone on dates with very many down to earth chicks.

Dude: No, all of them. Every time they find out I don’t have those things I will never hear from them again.

Me: Oh, I am sorry, did I miss something? Am I not here? Am I not a very attractive, very cool, fun, funny and interesting woman? Am I not very aware of the fact you don’t have “all those things” and still interested and literally sitting right in front of you ready and willing to engage in human contact with you?!

Dude: Oh, well, yeah you don’t seem to be like that.

Me: So is that not proof that it isn’t “all women” and just that you happen to have only met a few who are a certain way?

Dude: No, it happens ALL the Time.

Me: (dramatic eye roll)

OHHHHHH, that’s right, for some reason I don’t count. Wait, maybe I have the power of invisibility and I just didn’t know it, because sometimes during this conversation I feel like their eyes gloss over and they really can’t see me sitting right in front of them. 2 super powers = Super Hero! Hmmm, ok, potential invisibility aside, I have had many a lover pour out their woe as me stories of how they can’t find a genuine, nice, non-judgmental and down to earth person to connect with….when they are sitting or laying right next to me. I feel like I am evidence that these types of women exist and it is infuriating that people can be so oblivious to how, even when presented with one (me), they can’t appreciate it!!!! And how they don’t see, that just maybe, they are part of the problem. Allow me to enlighten these fuckers on how these conversations should go, because when you have the thing that you are crying about not having right in front of your face, but you can’t see it because of your blinding insecurity, you have become the problem. You don’t get to cry about not having the ice cream you want when you have a delicious ice cream sundae w/ a mutha fuckin cherry on top sitting on the table in front of you.

Dude: Yeah, dating on these websites is hard because you put yourself out there a lot and get a variety of forms of rejection in return.

Me: Yes rejection is hard, but inevitable.

Dude: that is why it has been so great to meet you. You seem cool and down to earth, you don’t seem to have a lot of pretense about the things other women I have been out with seem to be hung up on.

Me: Well thanks, I do try and live my life just being open minded and kind. Which makes it easier to see people for their strengths as opposed to sizing them up based on certain standards.

Dude: Well it has been really great, wonderful, refreshing to meet you and not get the same ole bullshit responses that I have been met with before. (leans in and show appreciation and gratitude for this awesome experience of getting what he supposedly says he wants by kissing me passionately.)

This friends, is how you lean in to a moment and recognize the thing in front of your face. You get out of the state of pity and let go of your god damn insecurity so that you can appreciate what the universe is offering you! Even if, you still believe that somehow I am a fluke, the exception not the rule, well asshole, then appreciate it while you have it because the fact of the matter is I am here right now and you have the opportunity to attempt to pursue the thing you say you have been trying to pursue and that has been alluding you for a long time apparently and now that you are presented with it all you are doing is complaining to it that it is so hard to find! Sigh.

Which leads to how this affects me, which again, is something none of these men think about. How am I supposed to feel when you describe a girl you’re looking for, that matches my description and yet I am somehow not enough to make you shut up and kiss me? What is it about me that is not good enough for you?  

[americasnexttoprecap-blog]

Cycle 1 Episode 1

The Girl Who Wants it Bad aka.  The boring first episode where you aren’t emotionally invested yet. 

These early 2000s graphics are amazing.

Tyra montage, theme song, The Hopefuls arrive for casting, 10 girls going home, pressure.  

Some girl called Natalie says she was hoping that everyone would be short and fat but they’re all tall and thin.  Natalie must have thought she auditioned for Next Top Hobbit.

Tyra(nt) arrives wearing a brown body suit (#fashun) and chats with The Hopefuls.  We see a snippet of some blonde girl’s audition tape.  She whips her hair around while standing near motorcycles and then gets on all fours and grinds up against the cold, cold cement of the garage floor.  It looks like very bad amateur porn but it’s nice to know she has a back-up career in mind.

Some curly haired brunette girl’s tape comes up next, and she lists her attributes from A to Z.  ‘A for my awesome ass, B for my blossoming breasts��.  I gag just a little bit, but I think I’m coping ok until we find out W is for ‘I like it wet’. Then I throw up in my mouth and have to watch some Little House on the Prairie to cleanse my mind.

Elyse the medical student is first into the judging room.  She is asked if she has a passion for modelling, and she says it’s not something she could do her whole life, unlike medicine.  Kiss of death.  Next! Although she then says she can defer medicine but she can’t defer being 20.  Not unless you do really, really well in medical school, Elyse.

Ebony from Harlem is ‘bald and beautiful’, so Tyra(nt) can make her the token edgy girl. Tyra(nt) will love that.  

Kate is an animal activist, which you wouldn’t know about her cause she’s pretty.  Animal activists are always fat and ugly and everyone knows that.  “Like, I love animals.  No one knows that I’m an animal activist.  I’m with PETA, I do help them and email Congress, and like… the wolves… and like trying to save them, um, like I just saved 5 polar bears’.  Exact transcript.  In her audition tape we see her sitting among a bed of cushions covered in animal print.  Tyra(nt) asks her if she’s a vegetarian and she says ‘No, but I eat chicken’.  I don’t understand anything that’s just happened.

April wants to be a supermodel cause hair and makeup and travel.  She gets about 15 seconds of air time, so thank you for coming, goodbye, next!

Natalie has the sad music from the second she walks in.  This means she has a good sob story.  Yep!  Oldest of 8 kids, drug addict mum, foster care. She doesn’t fit in in any other job except modelling and her siblings need someone to look up to.  Natalie; you’re in.  Next!

Shannon has the sweet, nice small town girl music. She is super Christian. She was ‘saved’ at the age of 10.    Someone asks her is she’s a virgin (inappropriate level 200).  She says yes, but “I told my mama, I said ‘My wedding’s gonna be cut short, and imma be GONE BABY!’” I feel uncomfortable.

Ah, Garage Ground Grinder’s name is Justine.  We see the ground grinding again, plus some bonus footage or her rubbing her snatch. There’s also a Tonka truck in the background of her video, and a vacuum cleaner.  What is even happening.  Someone asks her what she has that the other blondes don’t have.  She says “…A better looking face?”  Then we cut to her one on one interview thing and she says ‘I mean at this point I just can’t stand anybody.  There’s a few that I don’t even know why they’re here.”  We see a few quick snaps of her gyrating on different furniture in the judging room.  She walks out proclaiming how fab she was.  She’s either going to get in for the #DRAMA or she’s screwed.  

Quick break in judging to show us the girls hanging out in a room together.  Shannon thinks it’s one big slumber party.  Elyse agrees, everyone’s the greatest. But upstairs Natalie wasn’t invited to the party.  She’s not clicking with anyone apparently.

Kesse has the sad music. Someone asks her about her relationship with her mother.  They don’t get on.  Her father was shot and killed.  She’s not here to make friends, #thisisacompetition.  The #thisisacompetition tally has begun.

Adrianne is a rock’n’roll tomboy (self-proclaimed, I would never write those words of my own accord). She also has the most drawly voice ever. She might be dragging her words out to a minimum of 5 seconds each to get extra air time.  Well played Adrianne.

The next 5 girls get about 3 seconds air time each.  Not  a good sign.  Shawna is on another level. Curly haired A-Z girl’s name is Christina and she stands out cause curly.   She refrains from touching herself or talking about her lubrication preferences this time.  Well done Christina.  Nicole is in law school.  Lenora also stands out cause curly (I see a potential problem here).  Jakai says she loves her body, then asks if the judges want to see it.  The camera cuts off just as she begins pulling off her fabulous ’03 burnt orange turtleneck.  While we’re on that, holy shit so many turtle necks.

Nicole has a weird hybrid between the nice, sweet girl music and the sad music.  This is because she is a nice, sweet girl but she got bullied so she has a sob story.  Nice-cole wants it really, really bad.  Really bad. This is just ideal.  

Robin was Miss Sheppardville Tennessee, and competed in Miss Libhaodsfasdf (didn’t catch it even though I rewound several times, enlighten me please), and Miss Soybean Festival. An impressive resume.  She used to weigh 204 pounds, but now she ‘embodies the average woman’.  

We see a whole bunch of girls lounging around backstage who had no airtime.  Cannon fodder.

Justine is watching everyone be annoying and can’t even.  

OMG #DRAMA.  Tyrant needs 10 girls, but she and the producers can only agree on 8.  ONLY 8 WILL BE GOING TO NEW YORK.  

First called; Nice-cole. Knew it.

Second; Robin (although Tyra(nt) calls her up as Miss Soybean. I’m adopting that).

Kesse, Elyse, Patron Saint of Polar Bears (Katie), and Ebony are called next.

ONLY TWO TO GO.

Adrianne!  She makes a rock and roll gesture with her hands and groans out YUUUURRRR.  I kind of want to die. OMG she keeps doing it I’d really like her to stop. Justine looks so unimpressed. I agree.

Final girl is Sister Shannon.  

Justine cries.  She sums up the complexity of her emotions by saying ‘I just kinda… wanna go… you know?’ We know Justine.  We know.  

WE’RE IN NEW YORK!

GUYS SHE KEEPS DOING IT.

We go to the Model Dungeon, which is a penthouse.  

Beaded curtain.  It really is 2003.

The three Christian girls get a room together and immediately whip out their bibles and their posters of hot dudes.  Elyse is weirded out, because she is a ‘militant’ atheist.  

OMG #DRAMA.  Two new girls are being brought in to fill out the magic ten number that Tyra(nt) needs. Giselle has been in the spotlight her whole life.  Tyra(nt) says her personality is so strong.  This means she is the designated bitch for this series.  So THAT’S why Justine got cut.  Sorry Justine, the position has been filled.  

Tessa is a hostess and girl next door from Chicago.  She thinks the girls don’t like her already.  

Giselle sees major competition between her and Patron Saint of Polar Bears.  Tessa doesn’t like Nice-cole for the same reason.

Adrianne and Tessa are smoking in one of the rooms.  This would never fly today. Robin is not happy.  Fair enough Robin.

Some bloke called John comes in and says he’s their trainer.

OH. MY. GOD.  They’re weighing them all.  Height and weight.  They are then displaying their height and weight.  THIS WOULD NEVER FLY TODAY.  Everyone talks about how tiny Elyse is and how fat Robin is.  THIS WOULD NEVER FLY TODAY.

HOLY GOD NOW SOME WOMAN HAS TURNED UP TO GIVE EVERYONE A BRAZILIAN.  THIS. WOULD. NEVER. FLY. TODAY.  Feminism is dead.  Not going to lie though, I’m enjoying this waxing scene.  So much awkward.  

TYRA(nt) MAIL! Although it’s not called Tyra mail in this, it’s just mail.  That particular gimmick apparently hasn’t been birthed yet. Thank fuck, maybe we won’t have to see the ridiculous cheese that is ‘Skull Mail’.

Bikini photo shoot, hence the wax.  Thank God, wouldn’t want people who want to buy bikinis thinking women grow unsightly natural hair.

Some people are late (Robyn, Kesse, Shannon and Ebony), some people are shitty.  The early birds leave without the late comers.  Late comers get a cab.  Tyra(nt) gives them a lecture. Boring.

Douglas Bizarro, which is definitely the name his parents gave him at birth, is the photographer.  He looks like an extra in Lord of the Rings.  Maybe this is America’s Next Top Hobbit.  OMG NATALIE WAS RIGHT.

The photoshoot will be on the roof, and it’s super cold, and they’re in bikinis.  No one is happy.

Photoshoot, photoshoot, cold, complaining, boring.  Random moment of Elyse saying that Robin has more insulation than her.  Rude. Then Giselle starts talking about how Robin is too old cause she’s 26.  Also rude.

Elyse can’t shut up about how cold it is and doesn’t do very well.  Ha.  Giselle is pretty sure she nailed it, and Douglas agrees.  Damn iit.

Katie not great (super porny), Shannon quotes the bible and says that’s why she knows she can do it, Kesse nails it.  

Dinner time, religion comes up, Elyse outs herself as an atheist and The Christians are super shocked. Robin feels sorry for her and says she’s going to hell.  

Another letter arrives. Wait, now they are calling it Tyra Mail? I’m so confused.  

It’s elimination time!  Judges are Janice Duckinson (those lips man), Beau Quillian (who?), Kimora Lee Simmons (Baby Phat designer, she had a boring reality show once.  I would never review it), Lord of The Dougs, and of course Tyrant.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE PICTURES AND SNIDE JUDGEMENTS.

PATRON SAINT OF POLAR BEARS (KATIE)

Porny.  Janice Duckinson hates it cause porny.  

KESSE

Judges like it. Was only the second picture they took.  This means Kesse is totes a natural. Side note, everyone is pronouncing her name differently and I don’t know what’s real anymore.

ADRIANNE

Huge feet (apparently), good face.

NICE-COLE

Out of all the girls Lord of the Dougs photographed, he thinks she was the strongest.

EBONY

Kimbra says her personality shows.  Janice Duckinson says she has to work on her thighs and she should watch the diet and exercise.  I’m going to make This Would Never Fly Today a hashtag cause I feel it’s going to be happening a lot.  #thiswouldneverflytoday.  I like hers the best.  

GISELLE

Super exotic, awesome mole on face or something.  Lord of the Dougs doesn’t like Giselle in person but she blew him away on camera.

SISTER SHANNON

Janice Duckinson thinks she’s super thin, so much ribcage, but it’s ok because she’s only 18. #thiswouldneverflytoday.  Tyra thinks she’s awesome, Lord of the Dougs thinks she tans too much and she’s leathery.  That would probs fly today.  Slip slop slap!

 TESSA

Lord of the Dougs says the bikini was unflattering.  Tessa says she felt exposed in so little clothing.  Janice Duckinson says she might be picking the wrong industry. Fair call.

 ROBIN

Janice Duckinson immediately asks if she’s shooting for the ‘Large Size Category’.  FUCK.  OFF. JANICE.  Kimora says she’s like really old.

 ELYSE

I think Beau speaks for the first time when he asks if she’s naturally that thin.  She says she is.  Janice Duckinson loves it which is obviously a complete shock.  Beau doesn’t.  Tyra thinks it’s ok if it’s natural.  Lord of the Dougs says nada.

 The judges deliberate. Janice Duckinson immediately launches a witch hunt against Robin because ‘America’s Next Top Model is not a plus sized model’.  She immediately vouches for Elyse.  I think Janice Duckinson has issues.  Blah blah blah chatting about everyone, Katie too sexy, everyone’s boring.

ELIMINATION TIME.

Ebony in, Elyse in, Kesse in, Adrianne in, Katie in, Nice-cole in, Giselle in, Robin in (suck it Janice Duckinson).  

WILL TESSA AND SISTER SHANNON PLEASE STEP FORWARD.

Tessa is out.  Who is going to smoke with Adrianne now?  Simon and Garfunkel plays.  Random.