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Travel Visas

Travel Visas: Everything You Need to Know

If you’re planning a trip abroad, one of the most important things you need to consider is obtaining a travel visa. A travel visa is a document issued by a country’s government that grants permission for a foreign traveler to enter and stay in that country for a specified period. Here’s everything you need to know about travel visas.

Types of Travel Visas

There are several types of travel visas, and the one you need will depend on the purpose of your trip. Here are some of the most common types of travel visas:

Tourist Visa: This type of visa is issued for travelers who plan to visit a foreign country for leisure or vacation purposes.

Business Visa: This type of visa is issued for travelers who are going to a foreign country for business purposes, such as attending a conference, meeting with clients, or negotiating a contract.

Student Visa: This type of visa is issued for travelers who plan to study in a foreign country, either for a short-term language course or a full degree program.

Work Visa: This type of visa is issued for travelers who have been offered a job in a foreign country and plan to work there for a specified period.

Transit Visa: This type of visa is issued for travelers who are passing through a foreign country on their way to another destination.

How to Obtain a Travel Visa

The process for obtaining a travel visa varies by country and can be time-consuming, so it’s important to start the process well in advance of your trip. Here are the general steps you’ll need to follow to obtain a travel visa:

Check the visa requirements for the country you plan to visit: You can find this information on the website of the country’s embassy or consulate. Make sure you understand the requirements and deadlines for applying for a visa.

Gather the required documents: Typically, you’ll need to provide a passport that is valid for at least six months beyond the end of your planned stay, as well as a completed visa application form, a passport-sized photo, and any other documents required by the country you plan to visit.

Submit your application: You’ll need to submit your application and all required documents to the embassy or consulate of the country you plan to visit. This may require an in-person visit or can be done by mail or online.

Wait for processing: The processing time for a travel visa varies by country and can take anywhere from a few days to several weeks.

Receive your visa: If your application is approved, you’ll receive a visa that outlines the terms of your stay in the foreign country.

Tips for Obtaining a Travel Visa

Obtaining a travel visa can be a complex and stressful process, but there are some things you can do to make it easier:

Start the process early: Give yourself plenty of time to research the visa requirements and gather the required documents. Applying for a visa at the last minute can be risky and may result in your visa not being approved in time for your trip.

Be honest on your application: Providing false information on your visa application can result in your application being denied or your visa being revoked once you arrive in the foreign country.

Follow the instructions carefully: Make sure you understand the requirements for applying for a visa and follow the instructions carefully. Failure to do so can result in your application being denied.

Be prepared for an interview: Some countries require an in-person interview as part of the visa application process. Be prepared to answer questions about the purpose of your trip, your travel plans, and your financial situation.

Conclusion

Obtaining a travel visa is an important part of planning any international trip. Make sure you understand the visa requirements for the country you plan to visit, gather all the necessary documents, and submit your application well in advance to ensure that you receive your visa in time for your trip. By following these tips and being prepared, you can make the process of obtaining a travel visa as smooth and stress-free as possible.

It’s also important to note that some countries have reciprocal visa agreements, meaning that citizens of certain countries may be exempt from obtaining a visa for certain lengths of stay. For example, citizens of the United States may not need a visa for stays of up to 90 days in countries such as Canada, Mexico, and many European countries. However, it’s important to check the specific requirements for your destination country to ensure that you have the necessary documentation.

In addition, it’s important to note that travel restrictions and visa requirements may change frequently, especially in light of global events such as the COVID-19 pandemic. Make sure you stay up to date on any changes to visa requirements and travel restrictions for your destination country.

In conclusion, obtaining a travel visa may seem daunting, but with proper planning and preparation, it can be a straightforward process. By understanding the requirements for your destination country and following the necessary steps, you can obtain a travel visa and enjoy a stress-free trip abroad.

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Dream has the event he has to go to at the same time.... he can just go after and hang out with team mafia. (Dream for the love of God pleaseeeeeeeee.) Also maybe you know some of team mafia could back to flordia afterward right? (My copium is getting to me.) I am so excited that snf are going to Argentina and I hope we get some awesome stories!

SO.....the guys can't go to Florida after Argentina cause most of them are going to Peru afterwards (I know Serpias in particular is going to México instead)

B U T

Dream should def go even if he's 'late' TwT Especially since the trip is from the 4th to the 14th(some might be staying until the 16th)

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The Best Places to Retire Abroad on a Budget

Looking for the Best Places to Retire Abroad on a Budget in 2025? This post is for you! We’re sharing our top picks for affordable retirement destinations around the world, based on our own experiences and the wisdom of our Facebook community. In our “Budget Slow Travel in Retirement” Facebook group, we recently asked our members: “What country/city would you go back to if you could retire…

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US Visitor Visa- B1 & B2 Visa Explained

A U.S. visitor visa is a non-immigrant visa that allows foreign nationals to enter the United States for a temporary period for specific purposes. The most common types of visitor visas are:

B-1 Visa (Business Visitor): For individuals traveling to the U.S. for business-related activities, such as attending meetings, conferences, or negotiations.

B-2 Visa (Tourist Visitor): For individuals visiting the U.S. for tourism, vacation, or to visit family and friends.

The application process typically involves filling out the DS-160 form, scheduling an interview at a U.S. Embassy or Consulate, and providing documentation that supports the purpose of your visit and your intent to return to your home country. This includes proof of financial stability, ties to your home country, and the specifics of your travel plans.

The visa is usually granted for a temporary stay and does not permit employment or long-term residence in the U.S.

Know more about:- How to Get US Visitor Visa

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Discover Bolivia: Your Ultimate Travel Guide

A Glimpse into Bolivia’s Rich History Bolivia, a landlocked country in South America, boasts a diverse and rich history. It was originally inhabited by ancient civilizations, including the Tiwanaku and the Inca Empire. Spanish conquistadors arrived in the 16th century, leading to centuries of colonial rule. Bolivia gained independence in 1825 but has since experienced a turbulent political…

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Travelling to America can be a fun but time-consuming process particularly when taking the family on a long haul flight. Not only do you need a visa for the US visit things to do in Corpus Christi In this article, we are going to give you four reasons why you should visit the US during the most wonderful time of the year.

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The Nightmare Of Travel From Cuba To The USA For Foreigners

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somewhere in the crowd, there’s you.

— happy birthday, @itoshiluvbot. sweet sixteen, but you’re sweeter than fiction.

— celebrating your birthday alone was pretty depressing, but sae decided to surprise you.

part 2 in the sae fic? heh.. chat, this might be it.. IM NOT GAY I SWEAR!!!!! HUGS AND KISSES XOXO ps: j cant stop ending my sae fics the same way its so addictive but also so lazy

you knew that your boyfriend’s job caused him to travel a lot. he’d be all over in italy, america, and even japan, competing in different leagues. and even when he was in spain, he’d always be training.

it was hard to work with, but he made it worth it

stress the fact that it’s hard to work with. what with him always being busy, the media always trying to get into your business, sae’s own emotional constipation, and the hard work of just being a generally functioning person, your relationship with sae was… strained, to say the least.

you couldn’t deny the fact that you love him— that’s more than just fact. and there’s no doubt amidst journalists that sae is truly infatuated with you, what with his off-handed mentions to how you use the delicate touch of your thumb to wipe off a bit of egg caught on his lip when the two of you cook breakfast in the morning together. or, the way he listens intently to whatever it is you’re rambling about again; how the paparazzis stalking another one of your dates perfectly captures the sight of sae’s cheek resting in his palm, fighting back the urge to smile at the way you talk with your hands.

there was just no denying it.

but while it all was true, you couldn’t help the inkling feeling you had. that small part of your heart that wishes that you had a normal boyfriend with a regular job. you always felt guilty whenever you wished for it, but you always wished that sae wasn’t a football player at times.

“amor, ill be back in a week. the embassy is taking a while to renew my visa…” sae sighs through the facetime. by the looks of it, it’s about 7 PM in japan. it looks as if the temperature is almost subzero from the look of the snow that falls on sae, melting and dampening his reddish-brown hair.

unlike there in japan, it’s only noon. and while it is cold outside, the warm kiss of the spanish sun shines bright on the surface of barcelona.

“a week..?” you frown, “but, ah… my birthday’s in 2 days though…” your eyes trail away from the camera. sae’s eyebrows crease at your disappointment— he can hear your little heart breaking, even while he’s continents away. “i know…” his downturned eyes show his evident disappointment. “i’ll send you ten thousand euros, and buy yourself something. okay?”

“ten thousand euros..?! sae, that’s way too much!” your widened eyes yell out to him. “it’s your birthday gift. and considering that it’s supposed to make up for my disappearance, it’s not enough.”

you’d try to argue with him about it, but you’ve already known sae long enough to learn that it’s easier to accept his gifts, rather than fight him over it. “i… alright…” you sigh in surrender, “but, you really don’t have do all of this.”

“but i want to.” is all he says back. “so, just accept it, okay? treat yourself to something nice, amor.” he smiles.

“i wish i could be in japan with you, sae…” you sigh, a big pout visible. sae only hums and responds, “i know, but it’d be a hassle for your work schedule. i shouldn’t bother you to travel with me.”

his reasons are solid enough, but it doesn’t stop you from being upset. sae can see it in your face, so he tries to fix it. “hey, what about… i take you to japan during the off-season? ill even take you to mt. fuji.”

his offer sounds quite enticing, and it gets you out of your slump. “really?” you smile. and he nods back, “really. i promise you. so, stop frowning. it’s not a good look on you.” he teases, yet still in his ever so flat tone, it’s hard to tell he’s joking.

the rest of your call isn’t too different from all your other long-distance travel calls, you call him until sae has to go to sleep. and, you leave the call feeling slightly disappointed. stupid embassy… keeping sae in japan on your birthday…

you roll your eyes from the thought, before a notification catches your attention. it’s from your cash app.

“YOU HAVE RECEIVED €15,000 FROM S*E IT***I”

‘happy birthday, amorcita. i love you, i’m sorry. 💗’

your jaw is slack from the egregiously large amount of cash, not to mention the fact that he added in an extra five thousand euros. but when sae tells you to spend his cash, you can’t tell him no. it’s something he won’t accept.

the next day; saturday, came about, and you went out on the town. a hang out with all your friends, going about and doing whatever, and spending the €15,000 sae had generously given you.

the day ended by 11 PM. your friends had insisted that you hang out until your birthday at 12. but without sae, all you really wanted was to be alone. maybe if you were lucky, you could call him before the clock strikes.

your luxury apartment felt sadder than usual. your basket of laundry on the table, waiting to be put away. sae’s arrangement of soccer cleats and rubber shoes by the front door, as well as the awkward space by the door in which his luggage typically fills. you miss him.

you take a shower, and change into your pajamas. 11:43… should you stay up? you might as well, it’s only about 15 more minutes.

you waste some moments scrolling on tiktok in the dark. until that constant flashing from the window start to annoy you. your complex is filled with tons of celebrities, so it’s not a surprise. but, it’s still annoying nonetheless.

you move to the window, thinking ‘oh, great. who is it this time?’. you internally roll your eyes at the swarm of paparazzi’s blocking your view, until you see who it actually is.

sae?

but, he was supposed to be in japan, right?! he can’t legally be in spain..!

you put on a cardigan, and run to the elevator. waiting to reach the bottom felt like forever! you anxiously paced the enclosed space, wondering if it was really sae, or if what you saw was even real!

when the elevator door finally opens, you’re greeted with sae who was impatiently waiting for the elevator. his frown suddenly ridding itself from his face when he sees you.

“so, you were the one holding it up.” he scoffs, his accusatory tone holding no actual malice. and you didn’t know what else to do, but just hug him.

the hug wasn’t expected, but it wasn’t unwelcomed either. he paused for a moment to process, before reciprocating your hug. his left hand resting at your waist, the band of his watch pressing itself on your back, while his right hand cradles the back of your head with his soft palm.

his posture softens as he rests his jaw on your head. he raises his left arm to check the clock on his watch. it’s 12:00.

“happy birthday, amorcita.” sae mutters, kissing the crown of your head. your phone starts blowing up in the pocket of your coat, all of your friends greeting you happy birthday. but, the only greeting that mattered right now was sae’s.

“…thanks.” you mumble back. the hug lasts for what seems forever. all of the subtle movements or gestures being a silent ‘i missed you’ or ‘i love you’

and, when you finally pull away, you notice that there’s a strange lump in sae’s team jacket. sharp and edged, you can’t help but wonder what it is.

“you said you wouldn’t be back in until next friday..! why are you here?!” you question. sae looks to the side, not even trying to hide the cheeky smirk on his face. “i.. lied. the embassy renewed my visa just in time. but, i wanted to surprise you.” he admits.

“huh..?! for what..?” your eyebrows scrunch, trying to comprehend the mysteriousness of his words. “…it might be too early for that. but, i promise you’ll know in time.” he promises.

“for now, this’ll have to make up for it.” he opens the width of his suitcase, and reveals the treasure of gifts he bought for you. a big stand-out being the large, traditional incense holder. it looks to be made of tin, as well containing a miniature replica of mt. fuji’s view.

he seems to have noticed that you saw the incense holder, so he says, “i can’t exactly bring you to mt. fuji right now. so, i brought mt. fuji to you.”

the line was incredibly corny. nothing sae would typically say. it was such a bad line, you started laughing into your palm. “hah..! were you waiting to say that line?”

“…” he pauses, hesitant to answer.

“…just a bit.” he admits, and that’s the punchline that really gets you to laugh.

you grab on to the suitcase, trying your best to stabilize yourself, but nothing you do can stop the tears of laughter dripping from your tears ducts.

sae notices your tears, the redness of your face from laughing too much, the wrinkles in your shut eyes, and the way your lips strains to contain your smile— and is a victim to that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach of butterflies; the lump in his throat being swallowed and caught in his heart as it attempts to stretch and make way for all the love he has for you. it spreads like a wildfire to the rest of his body as he has the urge to hide his face in embarrassment

sae was never the type to get nervous or embarrassed. but everything hit different when he was doing it in front of you. at games, he’d abandon his midfielder post and try to score his own goals in order to show you how capable he was, and on your first date, he wore his sunday’s best and brought roses. and now, when you’re clinging to his suitcase for dear life, red in the face and tears in your eyes, laughing at his expense, he’s wondering how he got so lucky.

a girl who’s willing to stick with him even when it’s hard, and a girl who balances out his no-nonsense temperament with her fun-loving and charismatic personality. he’s serious about you.

he knew it from the moment he picked out that ring for you.

a pink diamond engagement ring, a gold band gracefully enclosing the diamond in its center, and both your’s and sae’s initials delicately carved on the inside. it was perfect for you.

but with your busy life, and sae’s schedule, he knew that now wasn’t the right time. he’d probably have to wait a few more years, when you’re both ready.

his train of thought is stopped when he notices you’ve gotten up from his suitcase, and switched to grabbing on to his shoulders, and cry-laughing into his chest.

“…it’s not that funny, don’t laugh…” he huffs, frowning like the sore loser that he really is. “it’s not..! but, it’s funny cause you said it..!” your body shakes with laughter, and it makes sae pout more than he already had.

he sighs, letting you laugh freely, subtly moving his jacket pocket to the side and making sure that your body doesn’t feel the sharp edge of the engagement ring box, a sable black velvet casing the box which contains your ring.

“right…” he frowns, his nostrils flared from frustration.

your laughter finally ceases, and you move to kiss sae, a feeling he’s missed. the soft plush of your lips pressing against his, and your hand below moving to intertwine with his as his other uses his thumb and index finger to lovingly pull your face up. oh, how he loves you.

when you finally pull away, his eyebrows scrunches in annoyance. but manages to soften when you run your hands through the short silky strands of his hair.

“i love you.” you whisper to him, and he smiles. “happy birthday, amorcita. now that you’ve had your fun with your friends, i get you all to myself now, right?” he asks, hopeful in his tone.

you giggle at his question, but nod nonetheless. “yeah. today, i’m all your’s.” to which sae hastily moves to kiss you once again, leaning over to press the elevator button.

the kiss catches you off guard, but once the elevator doors open again, he pulls away. “good. i didn’t plan on letting you sneak away from me today.”

his hand resting at your waist pulls you forward into the elevator with him, and pressing the button to your floor. you lean to rest on his side, checking all the messages from your friends. while sae looks down and simply admires you.

how he’d go to the ends of the earth to return to you couldn’t even be described with the most detailed of words in the world. every day in japan that he’d wait for that damned jeweller to complete the perfect ring for his more than perfect girl was as if his skin was on fire. sure, japan was his home country. but how could he think that any other place is home, when he’s got a girl on the other side of the world waiting for him to return?

he turns his head, and he can see your thumbs rapidly moving to text your friends. and his heart warms and twists, seeing what you’ve texted…

OMG HE LIED TO SURPRISE ME

IM GONNA SRSLY MARRY THIS MANNNN 😻😻😻

and though to sae, it sounded like a joke; another one of your unserious declarations, you really meant it.

even though it was hard, he made all of it worth it.

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"You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself."

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Well... as you know, this escalated quickly.

Title: Sacrificial Characters/Pairings: Minotaur!Bucky x Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 3.5k Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson.

Content/Concept Warnings: DARK, lulled into a trap, human sacrifice, dubious consent/fuck or die, public sex/exhibitionism, size kink, monster fucking, face fucking/oral male receiving, vaginal fingering/fisting, breast worship, rough fucking, possessive/pet, praise kink, dirty talk, cum play, marking, cream pie, choking

Additional Notes: Thoty time with @rookthorne... she's only responsible for enabling me when my monster thirst reared its head. Wicked entry for @buckybarnesevents WEEK ONE of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Wear?" and my third square of @buckybarnesbingo K1 "Fuck or Die."

When you told your friends, family, and former colleagues about the research grant and fellowship you had been awarded in the weeks leading up to your departure that it was too perfect, clearly somewhere deep in your bones you had known.

Eighty thousand dollars a year for three years, travel covered, visa approved, fully furnished accommodations provided, and a book deal for the discoveries and research studying flora in a largely undocumented and remote part of the jungle on another continent.

No scientist got a deal like that.

The only downside was the isolation of the location. They had electricity and running water, but you would only be able to go into town for internet every few weeks.

But the part of you that had grown up watching Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, LOST, and the deep space missions of Star Trek who had far too many plants in your apartment and in your tiny office at the university had beat back that downside. It was only three years, and after living through the strange isolation of the pandemic, you knew you could manage this where you wouldn’t be isolated from people, just for short stints from your old life.

And though you had good pieces and good people in your life, you were desperate to get away from the suffocating societal expectations you felt like you weren’t living up to while so many others around you were – marriage, kids, white picket fences, career accomplishments, tenured professorships, promotions, raises, overnight influencers, travel vloggers.

This was something no one you knew had ever done.

Everyone raved about the adventure ahead of you.

Everyone had been impressed.

You had conquered in the accomplishments department with this for the year, no question. Your older sister with her third child on the way and your younger brother and his Premiere League football contract could wallow in your shadow.

This was a golden opportunity for a research botanist still in the early years of their career.

Kneeling on the ground in the middle of the jungle with your hands folded in your lap, head bowed, surrounded by a village of people who all should have known better than to follow ancient superstitions, with a dozen or more guns trained on you in nothing more than lingerie, you were living a nightmare.

All of it had been a baited trap.

No one would even question you falling off the grid before it was too late, and even if they did, these villagers could say one day you never came back from the jungle.

And it would be true.

One afternoon and evening, a good dinner, a sleep you’d yearned for thinking it was the jet lag, and then you’d awoken screaming as the first strip of wax had been ripped from your skin to discover you were naked with a half dozen people attending to all aspects of your grooming, preparing you to be their human sacrifice for the beast that lived in the jungle.

You were past the crying and pleading.

The no WIFI had been a lie, too.

Everyone in this small village looked and acted like they lived in the present day except for this one thing.

The belief that if they did not provide the beast his human sacrifice that they would not survive his terror.

“Then why don’t you just leave?” you had implored.

“This is our home, our loved ones are here, our ancestors are part of this place, and,” their leader and the head of the research foundation paused – almost faltered before continuing to explain, “the sacrifice of one stranger will guarantee us safety for many, many years.”

Everyone else had been instructed not to speak or listen to you from that point on in the preparations.

Nails trimmed, buffed, shined. Luxurious oil that smelled delicate and heavenly rubbed over every inch of your skin from the neck down. Hair partially braided to stay out of your face with the rest left natural. Color applied to your lips. They didn’t bother with eye makeup. No jewelry.

You had been wrapped up in a linen garment that was not quite a robe but not quite a coat to be transported to the ruins of an old stone dais in the thick of the jungle but deprived of it and then pushed onto the sacrificial area, left only in the sapphire silk of a bra and panties delicately lined with lace.

After hours being poked, prodded, and prepared by strangers in a strange land in a state of dread and disbelief, you thought you were numb.

You had endured too much to think you were hallucinating, but that you now all waited illuminated by literal torches with fire made this seem almost like a season of Survivor gone horribly wrong.

But then you heard the hushed wave of whispers at the rustle and rumble of something approaching through the thick vegetation of the jungle and adrenaline shot through your veins. It didn’t inspire fight or flight. You were frozen, fixated on the beast that would finally appear and seal your fate any moment now.

It made no attempt at arriving quietly, and when it finally appeared, there were collective gasps and cries from the people gathered to watch the sacrifice, though no sound fell from your lips.

The reaction was more than warranted, and a whisper of a thought flashed through your head that you were surprised no one had screamed. Maybe they were too terrified to scream, worried they would draw the beast’s attention. You wanted to scream, but your chest was gripped in fear.

The thick, furry legs of a bull, down to the cloven hooves, and a girthy tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end, swishing slightly as he walked. There was a loincloth tied at his waist that – rather than providing modesty – inspired anyone whose gaze lingered there to imagine the bulge nudging conspicuously beneath. Not that anyone’s gaze would linger there for long, for the rest of him was altogether imposing. Only the tallest of the villagers might hope to measure up to the base of his sternum – the sternum that anchored the torso of a man with shoulders more than twice the width of a human. Skin golden from the sun stretched over muscles that burst and rippled over his chest and shoulders, extending down his arms. You could see a litany of angry scars littered up and down his left arm.

Great bull’s horns rose and curled out of his head, possibly longer than your own arms. He had a mane of long, glossy but mostly unruly brown hair, with a couple of braids, that fell past his shoulders. Though the rest of his physique inspired fear, the true terror was perhaps the face of this man beast – it was terrifyingly handsome. Strong jaw, stubbled beard, a crease between his brows, and piercing blue eyes. His expression was drawn into an ominous grin.

He was in no rush as he walked into the ring of the villagers.

“Weapons down,” he growled.

There was almost no hesitation – their purpose had been to keep you in place anyway. Though the fear in the air was palpable, the tone of it seemed to be turning to some sort of reverent fear now for everyone else.

What inspired this unquestioned obedience from an entire people? People you’d seen with smart phones as abundantly among them as any other place on earth, though you’d been advised to shut yours down and leave it behind since it would be of next to no use to you in the jungle. They were right – but had left out the true reason and made it even more believable for you to seem only cut off to those back home, not lost and gone forever.

His enormous legs took the step easily up onto the dais, and his eyes were now fixed only on you. He stopped at the foot of the altar where you were presented for him.

“Well done,” this was meant for the people and their leader.

Then he reached out and the fingers of his large hands traced the strap over your left shoulder, then along your jaw, tilting your chin to look straight up at him. “And your choice is set?”

“My – my choice?” your voice cracked, but you felt it was a miracle you even found it.

Your confusion must have been evident, as his eyes flashed with anger and her rounded on the man who had facilitated all of this. “You did not tell her anything, did you?”

“I thought it best if –“

“It is not your job to think. The thoughtlessness of your people is why we’re here at all,” he snarled. Then he turned back to you.

“No time for stories now. I’m a minotaur called Bucky; a lost soldier cursed long ago to this state. Suffice it to say II must be satiated or the village will be subjected to bloodshed and desolation in the face of my wrath. They’ve chosen you, but you can choose your fate: fuck or die. I’ll take your throat, or I’ll cut it and drink your blood in front of everyone.”

Your chest heaved in trepidation. “How is that a choice?”

“Is it not clear to you?”

“Have others chosen death?”

He nodded. “Or they refused to choose.”

You opened your mouth then closed it again.

“Do you wish to die?”

You thought your tears were spent, but you could feel them welling in your eyes. “No.”

“Then claim your choice.”

You took a shaky breath.

“Say it!” he barked.

You flinched, but managed to spit out, “Fuck.”

“Perfect. Open up.”

“In front of everyone?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “They will remember and mark this sacrifice. It will be the reason they continue to breathe.”

You spread your knees a part so you were still kneeling and sitting back on your heels but his to take like this.

“That’s nice but not what I meant.” He tugged his loincloth and dropped it to the ground. You whimpered, afraid of the enormous size of his cock and ashamed at the lick of heat that flared in your core at the sight of him. He leaned down closer, put a hand at the back of your neck, and slapped the side of your face with his rigid length. “You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself.”

This drew a handful of muted gasps from the onlookers. You saw a spark of something new in his eyes at this reaction.

He was pleased at their reaction.

You dropped your mouth open for him, nervous knowing you could not take all of him, embarrassed to be on such display in front of these strangers, but wanting to please him.

Wait, you thought, wanting to please him?

He shoved his cock into your wet mouth, shoving any other thoughts immediately out.

“Suck.”

You did.

“Just like that,” he said. The hand on your neck moved up to cradle and command the back of your head. He slowly began to fuck your mouth but with only a small motion, encouraging you to continue sucking just that first bit of cock as it was in your mouth. He still was in no rush. It felt like a power play – not wanting to show impatience or lack of restraint in the onset of this sacrificial claiming.

As he continued to speak now, his voice was low, intended for you. “Get ready for more.”

You looked up at him and tried to nod your head ever so slightly. He smirked, then he brought his other hand up under your jaw and to your throat, wanting to feel himself using you. He groaned and briefly closed his eyes. His tip hit the back of your mouth, and you spluttered. He pulled out slightly, giving you half a moment to recover, then forced the point again, holding himself there while you adjusted. He opened his eyes again, locking back onto yours, and a thrill of terror shot through you again. That was only the preliminary.

Now he would truly begin.

That look was all you got. Keeping the one hand at your throat, the provided the anchor to begin truly fucking your throat, not in a rush, but he picked up the pace. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your muscles initially gagged in protest, but he persisted, stroking your throat with his fingers as well, coaxing you to relax. Tears spilled down your cheeks. You concentrated on breathing through your nose and the steady gaze he kept trained on you. Soon you were taking more of him than you thought you could. He quickened his thrusts into your mouth. Your fingers stretched into the fur on his hips, mewling as he continued to use your mouth.

A few short grunts with the last thrusts were the only hint before he came, shooting his hot spend in your mouth with an unrestrained howl that shook the crowd to their core. There was no way for you to swallow everything, but, if anything, seeing his cum spilling down your chin made him grin.

Then he raised his head to address the villagers. “Remember that you gave this human to me. I will do with her as I please, and you will never see her again. Hope that you never see me again in your lifetime,” his voice carried, his power unquestioned in the clearing. “If you are lucky, the children you left home today will not see me in their lifetimes either. All of you go now. What happens next is not for your eyes.”

They followed his instructions without hesitation, all of them eager to be gone from this cursed place and their collective and ignored shame.

They left the torches – no desire for a souvenir.

And now you were alone with him, the light of the flames flickering over every inch of your exposed skin – which was almost all your skin, the lingerie only for show.

With the hand that was still anchored at the back of your head, he roughly angled you up sharply to look directly up at him, and tipping his own head forward he loomed in all his height above you, a truly searing heat in this look. “I meant what I said: you are mine, and I will never allow those vile villagers to see you again. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

He stooped down to claim your mouth in a kiss. His large thumb brushed the remaining spend from your chin and then moved down your throat to brush it over your collar bone, rubbing it in. He pushed his tongue between your lips, and you opened your mouth for him again. His tongue was too big for your mouth, too, but the more he subjected your body to the largeness of his being, the more you seemed to seep into him. He used his tongue to wrap around and tangle with yours, stroking it with his, now and then slipping it further down your throat, teasing, choking, mimicking the actions of his cock not long before.

When you were truly gasping, he chuckled darkly and pulled away, you leaned forward, lips chasing his, and then you shook your head, trying to restore some logic.

Failing.

Bucky easily tore away your bra with his brute strength. “Lay back for me, lamb.”

You shifted, legs aching from resting on them in that kneeling position for far too long. He noted the care you took in moving your limbs and rubbed the muscles up and down a few times. Then he pulled your hips to the end of the alter, flush against his cock, which was already semi-hard again. You hummed as he pushed against your still-clothed core.

His hands moved from your thighs up your sides, stoking the desire surging through your body, moving up your waist, thumbs brushing up against the underswell of your breasts, then flicking over the nipples, bringing them to little peaks before diving down to lave one of them with his tongue and suck, rolling, twisting, and pinching the other with his hand. Then he moved his mouth, and as he latched on to the other nipple, his hands worked the lace and silk panties off your hips and down your legs before tossing them away. He rutted up against you again, slow but persistent pressure against your core again, but now with no barrier he felt your arousal slicking up your entrance. When you began working your hips against him, seeking more friction, fisting your hands into his hair, he moved a hand between your legs, stroking over your labia and pushing one of his fingers right into your cunt, making you keen immediately from the force and fullness.

“Going to ruin you, lamb, but don’t want to hurt you.” He was brutal, but only because he was a monster by nature, not because he was heartless. “Gotta work your tiny pussy open so you can take me like you were meant to.”

As before, he was patient, making up for the impatience mounting inside you as he worked his fingers into you, circling, questing, stretching, twisting. When he pushed three fingers in he could tell it was a lot, but he knew he needed you to easily receive four if he was going to get to fuck you on his cock the way he wanted. All through it, he was relentless in overwhelming you in other ways, continuing to worship your breasts, but also murmuring praises against your skin, and threatening and promising filthy things that you couldn’t even respond to.

When you were thoroughly primed, aching for him, a mess with tears and begging for him, he finally realigned his hips between your legs, forcing your thighs wide to accommodate him. He bumped the head of his cock against your throbbing clit a couple of times, making your whimper repeatedly. You were lost as you lay splayed out above him, eyes tightly shut, hands reaching for him, desperately pleading his name over and over. He bent down to you again, relishing the feel of your breasts brushing against his chest for one more moment before sinking his cock into your cunt with a brutal thrust, pushing clear to the hilt, making you scream. It was wicked, and he knew it, but also knew how much he had worked up your body and your mind, and he was rewarded as you arched beneath him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, adjusted your hips, and then rocked against him, clearly seeking more.

Holding you at the precipice of pleasure for so long meant you crashed into your first orgasm very quickly as he pushed his cock in and out of your, “tight heat, little lamb, taking me so well,” he cooed. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shuddering as he fucked your through it, groaning at the feel of your walls around him. “No one else will ever have this cunt now,” he vowed. “You’re mine.”

“Mine,” you echoed without thinking, not knowing it was exactly how he wanted his pet to feel about him. He pushed you over the edge into another orgasm and then spilled his hot seed inside you not long after. You were beyond spent, at that point, and less than a minute after he scooped you up, tucking your legs around his waist, you dropped out of consciousness, and went totally limp. He kissed the top of your head, then shifted you to sling you over his shoulder for the trek to his lair – your home. He’d secure you there, then go back to the get the wooden crate of the belongings you had shipped ahead of you and the bag you had traveled with – both were supposed to be deposited and waiting in a cave, the final part of his negotiations for acquiring his new human from that village and their foolish leader. Humans were delicate creatures with peculiar needs, after all, and he was determined to keep you content and fucked out until you were devoted to staying with him until the end of your days.

But the last hour had exceeded even his own expectations. He suspected he wouldn’t have to try very hard to keep his little lamb.

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Bang Chan - Forgiveness

Bang Chan x FemReader 

Warnings: abuse (Not by Chan), mentions of blood, passing out, inaccurate medical talk, cursing, fighting, protective skz, there's probably more 

Word Count:5207

Summary: You and Chan have been friends since he was a trainee, you worked for his group as a helping producer. You’ve been in love with him since the beginning but never said anything in fear of ruining your friendship. When you get into a relationship that ends up being abusive, things take a bad turn and your laptop that has the only copy of an unreleased song gets ruined, a fight breaks out between you and Chan. Chan doesn’t realize his mistake until it’s almost too late. 

Chan and I had known each other since his trainee days, while he worked to become an idol I worked to become a producer. Traveling around to all of the different groups that were under JYP, but as time went on and Stray Kids debuted and gained popularity I stopped working with the other groups as much and started working as a full time producer for them. It was well known that they were a self produced group but sometimes they needed help and that’s where I came in. 

Chan and I would be considered friends, we spend time together outside of work but usually with the entire group. There are a few rare times where we spend time where it’s just the two of us. I knew that he cared for me and he knew that I cared for him, he just didn’t know how much I cared for him and how much I would sacrifice for him to make his dreams come true. I could never tell him how I felt because it would ruin our friendship and the dynamic between me and the entire group. I knew part of me would always love Chan, but at the same time I knew that I needed to move on from him which led me to the relationship with Adam. Adam was a foreigner from America, he came to Korea on a work visa. It was only three months after he had settled in Korea that he and I started dating. At first he was amazing, so sweet and caring. Surprising me with flowers every week, random gifts just because but as time went on those surprises stopped. The man I once knew had completely changed and was completely unrecognizable to me. 

Present:

It was close to four am on a Thursday, 3Ratcha and I were all holed up in the recording studio working on mixing the different parts of their upcoming album. We're all tired but the inspiration is flowing and none of us want to break the creative flow by stopping for the night. I knew that I should have gone home when the rest of the boys did, knowing that Adam wouldn’t be happy when I walked into the apartment. But I couldn't tell Chan that I needed to go without him asking questions, questions that I couldn’t answer. I knew that none of the guys liked Adam, even Felix didn’t like him and Felix liked everyone. If I told Chan why I needed to leave it would also mean admitting that Adam was abusive and would hurt me the moment I walked in the door, as long as he was still awake. Finally around 4:30 Chan could tell that everyone was running on fumes, and needed sleep so he called it quits, telling everyone that they didn’t need to worry about coming in early tomorrow or well later today. Chan and I had been working on one of the songs from the new album but hadn’t shared the file with Han or Changbin yet, the file only stored on my laptop since it had the most storage space available at the time. As we were leaving I let Chan know that I would work on the song a little for him later so that he could catch up on some much needed sleep and not worry about getting the song finished. I would finish it and then bring it in and get his final input before sending it to Han and Changbin for their input. 

When I walked into my apartment it was dark and silent, it gave me hope that maybe just maybe Adam was either asleep or at his own place. As of the time leaving the studio I hadn’t received any text messages from him questioning where I was. It both relieved me and scared me that he hadn’t checked to see where I was because it meant one of two things, either he stayed at his apartment tonight so he didn’t know that I worked late or he was pissed and was waiting in the dark for me somewhere ready to take that anger out on me. As I slipped my work shoes off and slipped on my house slippers the living room lamp switched on, illuminating Adam in an ominous light. I could tell just from the look on his face that he was pissed, and it was another one of those days where I didn’t know if I would be able to talk him down or not. I braced myself as I walked into the living room, wanting to head to my room to drop my bag off and change into lounge wear, but I didn’t even make it ten steps before I was being pulled back by my hair. 

“Care to explain why you are coming home at 5 in the morning?” Adam exclaimed angrily.

“I was at work, production was going really well so none of us wanted to stop in case we lost the creative juices.” I explained calmly.

“Don’t lie to me bitch, tell me the truth.” He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back hard, causing me to cry out in pain.

“I am telling the truth Adam, I was at work.”

“I bet you were whoring yourself out for them, can’t keep your legs closed.” He spits angrily as he shoves me, I trip over my feet and fall. I try to catch myself but end up landing on my wrist funnily.

“Adam, I was only working, nothing else happened. I swear, you know I only love you and only want you.”

“I don’t believe you, you’ve always been a slut, whoring yourself out when you think that I’m not looking. You're lucky that I take pity on you and continue to date you.” He kicks me hard in the ribs, knocking the breath out of me.

“Adam, you are the only person I’m with. I swear I was only working. I’m sorry that I didn’t text, I should have and that's on me.” I wheeze, trying to catch my breath but every breath that I take hurts. 

“I should have fucking made you quit that job, made you work with me. Then I’d know you weren’t being a slut.” He says as he angrily stalks over to my bag, grabbing my computer.

“Adam, what are you doing?”

“I’m forcing your hand, either you quit or I’ll make you quit.”

“Adam, please. I love my job, please don’t make me do this.” I plead with him, he stares at me for a minute before walking over to me. He roughly grabs my hair and jerks my head up to look at him. 

“You just want to keep working there so that you can continue sleeping with all of them.” He spits in my face. He throws my head back causing me to smack against the ground, my head bounces harshly off the wood floor. 

“I’m not sleeping with them Adam, I have never slept with any of them and I never will because I love you.” I plead

“You’re just a slut, you don’t love me.” he drags me up by my hair until I’m standing in front of him again, I have tears running down my cheeks mixing with blood coming from my nose.

“Adam, please. You’re hurting me.” I beg as I try to pry his hands from my hair.

“Shut up bitch.” He yells angrily, slapping me hard across the face causing me to fall into the wall. I see stars in my vision and the edges are black. I have to fight to stay awake, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“Adam, please.” That seems to make him even more angry because next thing I know he’s stomping over to my work bag and grabbing my computer. I watch in horror as he brings my computer into the kitchen and grabs the meat tenderizer and begins to smash my laptop. All I can do is sit there in shock as he ruins the one thing I need for my job. 

“Adam, stop! Please, I’m sorry. I’ll quit, just please stop.” He doesn’t stop until my computer is in pieces and I know for a fact that I won’t be able to get anything off of it. He ignores me as he makes his way to the entryway, grabbing his jacket and leaves without saying anything to me. 

I don’t know how long I lay on the ground, fighting the darkening edges of my vision. There’s only one person I can think of to call, one person that might be able to help me get to the hospital without having to call emergency services. I don’t want to risk waking any neighbors that might have slept through the fight. I slowly crawl over to my phone that must have fallen out of my pocket when Adam shoved me. With shaky hands I scroll to Chan’s contact and press call, praying that he’s still awake and paying attention to his phone. The phone rings once, twice, three times and finally on the fourth ring he answers with a sleepy hello.

“Y/n, you ok? Why are you calling?” “Chan, I need help.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-I got into a fight with Adam, h-he broke my laptop. I lost everything on my laptop. I-I need you to come pick me up. Please?”

“Are you kidding me y/n? We were almost done with the song. I told you we should have saved it in more than one place but I stupidly listened to you and look where that got us now.” “Chan, I’m sorry. I need your help, please can you come pick me up?”

“No y/n because now I have to figure out how the hell I’m going to get everything I need for that song again when the due date for it is on Monday.” “Chan p-please, I’m begging you. I need help.”

“Deal with it yourself, I’m so disappointed in you right now. You just lost months worth of work over a stupid fight.” Chan exclaims angrily before he hangs up. I try to call him again but he immediately declines the call. As my vision gets darker I begin to panic, thinking of one last resort I call Minho, praying that he will answer. He told me that if I ever needed him for something that I could call him, no matter the time of day. After the second ring he answers, its clear that he just woke up.

“Y/n, are you ok?”

“N-no Minho, I need help.”

“What’s wrong? Talk to me jagi.”

“I-I got into a fight with Adam, it got r-really bad and he stormed out of the apartment.” “What do you need me to do?”

“I-I need you to take me to the hospital. Please.”

“Oh god, jagi. I’m getting dressed as we speak and I’ll be there soon. Can you keep talking to me until I get there?” “I can try, everything hurts and my vision is super fuzzy now.”

“Just try to stay awake, I’ll be there soon I promise.”

I try to stay awake until he gets to my apartment, it’s a struggle but I manage to stay awake until he gets to me. I can hear the front door open and the sound of rushed footsteps, relief floods me when I see both Minho and Jisung coming towards me. In a moment of clarity I can see their shocked reactions to seeing me bloodied and bruised on the floor. As Jisung looks around he notices my smashed laptop on the counter and a gasp leaves his lips before he can stop it. He’s coming to the understanding of what the fight was about, as the relief continues to wash over me I begin to feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier. It’s getting hard to keep them open, the sound of sleep right now sounds amazing and I allow myself to be swept into the peaceful darkness. 

Minho’s POV:

Getting a call from y/n at 5:30 in the morning was not something that I was prepared for. I don’t know why but I was having trouble sleeping tonight, so when I heard my phone buzzing with a phone call I knew that it had to be something important. When she told me that she needed help being brought to the hospital, my heart dropped to my feet. I had known y/n since I was a trainee and she was like a little sister to me, even if she was the same age as me. I felt extremely protective of her and I knew that the rest of the guys did as well. I honestly thought that she might have called Chan for help, since she was closest to him out of all of us but I wasn’t going to dwell on that thought right now. I rushed down the hall to Jisungs room, I threw his door open, startling him from his sleep. He looked at me panicked, wondering why I was dressed so early, but didn’t question me when I told him to rush and get dressed. That was the one good thing about him, if you told him to do something, most of the time, he did so without question, especially when there is no hint of playfulness. 

As we drove to y/n’s apartment I explained to him the phone call that I got from her, while also trying to keep her awake and talking to me until I got to her apartment. The normally short 5 minute drive felt like it took an eternity, when we pulled up to the complex, we rushed up the three flights of steps that led to her apartment. We entered her apartment with caution, not knowing if her boyfriend was still there or not, from the looks of it he wasn’t but we couldn’t be sure. As we rounded the corner that separated the entryway from the living room and kitchen we spotted her curled up in a ball close to the kitchen. She was covered in her own blood and her lip was split, it looked like her eye was starting to bruise as well. I could hear the gasp that Jisung let out, both in reaction to her and her destroyed laptop. I rushed to y/n, she looked up at me with a look of relief and a small smile before her eyes began to close. I tried to get her to keep talking to me but she wouldn’t budge, I felt bad but I snapped at Jisung to grab her phone and then I was rushing her out the door to the car. I sat her in the back, motioning for Han to get in the back with her, he immediately listened and I rushed to the driver's seat. I drove as fast as I could while remaining safe, constantly looking in the rearview mirror at Han, silently asking for updates. When he had a look of pure panic I knew something was wrong, her breathing had begun to become shallow and I knew she only had a few minutes before things got really bad. 

I pulled into the emergency drive of the hospital, throwing the car into park without even bothering to turn it off. I threw open the back door on Han’s side. He looked at me panicked, I gently picked her up before turning and rushing her into the emergency room. Han watched me rush, before noticing that the car was still on. I knew that I could trust him to turn it off while I got y/n the help that she needed. The nurses looked up in shock when they heard and saw me rush in, they immediately rushed in to help, taking her on a gurney back into a trauma bay. I wanted to follow but one of the nurses asked that I stay back and help fill in some paperwork so that they could better help y/n. 

After what felt like hours, they got her stable and her wounds treated. When the doctor finally came to tell Han and I what all was wrong, nothing could have prepared me for what I was going to hear. The doctor explained that she had three fractured ribs, two broken ribs, a broken wrist, a punctured lung as a result from one of the broken ribs, and head trauma that they wouldn’t be able to measure the amount of damage done until she woke up. I sat by her side, holding her hand waiting until she woke up. I knew that neither Han nor I would be going into work today. Han viewed y/n as an older sister and he relied on her for a lot of comfort so seeing her in the condition that she is in, took a toll on him. He sat on her other side, holding her non-injured hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it. When the clock showed that it was 8 am, I first called our management team to let them know that we wouldn’t be in today. At first they weren’t happy but after explaining the situation they understood. Next on the list of people to call was Chan, when I called he didn’t answer, so I assumed that he was still asleep. So I called the rest of the guys, knowing that this was something that shouldn’t be said over text. I knew that once the boys heard the news they’d be making their way here to show y/n their support, I still wanted to get ahold of Chan so I nodded to Han signalling that I was stepping out into the hall. 

Finally after calling him 3 times he answered on the 4th call, his voice was groggy with sleep. I felt bad waking him up but I needed to let him know, I knew how much he cared for her and I knew that he would want to be here for her. 

“Minho-ah, what’s up?” Chan questions

“Are you sitting down?”

“Yes? Why?” “It’s about y/n”

“Look I don’t want to talk about her, tell her that I don’t want to talk to her so tell her to not have any of the other members call me. Please.”

“Chan, did she call you last night?” “Yes, she called me. She told me that she got into a fight with Adam and that he broke her laptop, she let a stupid fight ruin months worth of work.” He explains annoyed and slightly angry.

“Chan, work can be replaced. Did she ask you for help?” I ask, beginning to get angry, slightly afraid for his answer. “Yes, she did. Why?”

“Chan, she’s in the hospital. Adam did a number on her.”

“What do you mean? Minho you better not be messing with me.” “Honestly, I wish I was. But I’m not, she has three fractured ribs, two broken ribs, a punctured lung because of one of the broken ribs, and a head injury.”

“Oh god, she called me last night. She called me for help and I hung up on her. I told her that she could rely on me and when she needed me most I wasn’t there.” “Channie-hyung, she needs you. When she wakes up she’ll want to see you. I already let management know, take your time and make your way to the hospital, the rest of us will be here when you get here.” with that I hung up the phone.

Chan’s POV:

I sit staring at my phone in shock, guilt begins to eat away at me, the conversation from last night begins to replay in my mind. I struggle to shake myself out of it and rush to get dressed so that I can head to the hospital. The drive seems to take forever and no time at the same time, when I walk into the medical ward that her room is in, I see Seungmin and Han standing in the hall, almost looking like bodyguards. Han glares at me as I walk up to them while Seungmin looks unimpressed, I know that Minho must have told them what happened last night. When I walked into her room, I was not prepared for how she would look. I saw the guys look at me then to each other and then back to me, it seemed like they were having a silent conversation because they all silently got up and excited the room. The last person to leave was Minho, he gently put his hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing. 

“Just be there for her when she wakes up. She’s not going to know where she is or what happened after Han and I got to her.” “Thank you, Minho. For being there for her when I was stupid and wasn’t.” he didn’t say anything in response and just nodded and walked out of the room. 

I took a seat in the chair on her non-injured arm, holding her hand and whispering soft apologies, hoping that she could hear me. I don’t know how long I had been sitting with her but I must have fallen asleep because I felt a soft hand messing with my hair. I gently lifted my head, looking to where y/n laid, she was staring back at me. I could tell that she was hurt by what had happened but was also thankful that I was here when she woke, once again Minho had been correct. 

Your POV:

When I slowly came to, there was a weight in my hand and at first it had me panicking but when I saw who the weight belonged to, I felt a large wave of relief. Yes there was some hurt lingering but he was here and that had to count for something, right? He was still asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up so I gently ran my fingers through his hair, calming myself while waiting until he woke up. 

After what seemed like an hour he finally stirred, humming slightly as I continued to mess with his hair. Suddenly he sat upright, looking at me with tears in his eyes. I could tell that the guilt from what happened last night was eating at him. I went to move closer to him but the pain in my ribs caught up to me and I winced. 

“Jagi, try not to move. Do you want me to get the nurse or doctor so that they can give you something for the pain?” He asked me gently, a vast contrast to his tone last night.

“Yes please, my ribs really hurt.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back. Ok?” He asked and got up, kissing my forehead before he left to get the doctor.

After the doctor did all of the tests that needed to be done and I was given the all clear the boys helped me get ready to leave, I wanted to talk with Chan but between everything going on we didn’t get the chance to. I knew that he would be the one to take me back to my apartment, I was honestly afraid to because I didn’t know what to expect because I hadn’t heard from Adam at all. And last time that happened, it didn’t end well for me. 

When we pulled up to my apartment complex I noticed that Adam’s car was there, I felt a rush of dread go down my spine at having to see him again. Chan reassured me that nothing would happen to me, he and the rest of the boys would protect me if he tried something. With Chan’s reassurance, we made our way up to my apartment. I had to lean heavily on Chan for support. I noticed that Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin were ahead of us waiting to enter the apartment first. When we reached the landing that my apartment was on, the three boys looked at me for the go ahead to enter, with a nod from me they opened the door. Immediately Adam was rushing the door, curses already flying out of his mouth before he made it to the entryway. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” Adam screams as he rushes to the door, I lean into Chan seeking comfort and support in his embrace.

“I suggest you back the fuck up before you get your shit rocked.” Changbin confronts Adam.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do?” Adam makes himself look bigger and tries to tower himself over Changbin. Changbin doesn’t react.

“Speak to him like that again and you’ll see a side of me you’ve never seen before.” says a deep voice behind me, the usual sunshine man is all anger and glaring at Adam. 

“Ooooo I’m so scared.” Adam responds sarcastically.

“See, you may not know me but I know you and one kick to the head will knock you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.” he tries to provoke Felix but felix doesn’t take the bait so Adam turns his attention back on me. His eyes narrow when he sees that Chan is holding me protectively.

“I knew that you were a whore, whoring yourself out.” he sneers at me.

“You don’t get to speak to her. Now you can either leave willingly or you can leave in cuffs, the choice is up to you.” Chan speaks for me.

“What, are you gonna call the police? Like they’d believe a slut like her.” 

“Speak ill of her one more time, I dare you.” Felix sneers at Adam.

“Little boy, let's leave the conversation to the adults.” Adam taunts Felix, I can see Felix’s jaw tick but he doesn’t say anything.

“Adam, you need to leave. We are done, I need the key to my apartment back. I’ll mail your shit to you.” I look at Adam.

“You think that you get to break up with me? Bitch you fucking belong to me, I decide when we are done.”

“No Adam, you don’t. Now leave before I call the police.” He glares at me, before taking a menacing step towards Chan and me. Felix and Changbin step in front of us, preventing him from reaching us. 

“Move out of my way, before I make you regret ever being born.” Adam growled at Felix and Changbin. 

Neither boy moved, which pissed Adam off even more. I knew that he had a short temper but I never expected it to be this short because the next thing I know he’s trying to take a swing at the closest person to him which happened to be Felix. Felix easily dodged the swing, he looked at me for permission to defend himself and with a quick nod from me, he swiftly knocked Adam out. I hear Seungmin behind me break out laughing, cackling at the way that he went down, the others soon joining him. Minho excused himself and stepped out to call the police to arrest Adam. When the police finally arrived and had Adam in custody, they asked for my statement, it was hard recounting what happened the night before but I knew it would help put him behind bars. 

After a long while everything calmed down and it was just Chan and I at my apartment, the boys were reluctant to leave but finally after some convincing they left. I knew that Chan and I needed to talk and it might be a harder talk than either he or I were prepared for. 

“I think we need to talk” I say hesitantly.

“Yea, I think we do. Is it ok if I start?”

“Yea, go ahead.” I nod to him

“I am so so sorry, you called me when you needed me most and I ignored your call. I hate that I did that to you, I cannot express to you how sorry I am. I will spend the rest of our friendship trying to make it up to you.”

“Channie, I understand being upset about losing work, trust me. I was upset that it was lost as well but truly I had no control. I couldn’t even get up to try and get to my computer before he destroyed it.” 

“I should have listened when you said that you needed help, understood that you needed help getting to a hospital not fixing what your ex did.”

“I’m sorry that we lost the song, I’ll work the extra hours with you to get the song finished, and we’ll have it in two separate places.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, you can’t control what your ex does. And about that…”

“What, why did you say it like that?”

“Changbin might have taken your laptop one night while we went on a dinner run and saved the file to his computer as well. So we only lost a few days worth of work instead of months worth.”

“That's amazing news.” I shoot towards Chan, hugging him softly, he lightly wraps his arms around me. 

“I can’t express how scared I was when Minho called me and told me what happened, I felt my heart drop to my feet. I was so scared that our last conversation was going to be a fight.”

“The only thing I could think about as everything happened, was that I wish I had chosen you.”

“Choose me?”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” “No y/n what did you mean?”

“I-I wish I had chosen to confess to you rather than trying to move on, because then maybe I wouldn’t have been in an abusive relationship.”

“Confess to me? Are you telling me that you liked me?”

“Like, and I have for years but never wanted to ruin our friendship.” “God I feel like an idiot.” “What why?”

“Because, I could have asked you out the moment the dating ban lifted and this whole mess could have been avoided.” “You like me back?” “Yes! I thought I had made it pretty obvious but I guess not.” “I guess we were both idiots but we’re here now.”

“I want to take you out on a date, will you let me? I know things just ended with your ex, and it might be rushing but if you’ll let me I will treat you like the queen you are.”

“I know it might be rushing but I’d really like that.” 

He stares at me with longing, there’s a glint in his eyes that I can’t place. He looks between my eyes and my lips, looking like he’s contemplating if he wants to risk it or if he wants to wait. I decide to make the decision for him and lean in, gently pressing my lips to his. He freezes for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, his hands gently cup my cheek and lower back. He pulls away and when I look at him, he has the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I know there will be rough patches, but with Chan I know that things will be ok. 

[alittledizzy]

this a big ask and feel free to ignore but you seem like the right person to come to.

can you give like a dnf overview for those of us who know almost nothing but are sooo curious (minecraft? face reveal? queer?)(i follow for dnp lol)

Okay so... I'm gonna try and do a bullet point overview and for the purpose of not getting in the weeds I am not going into the controversies. I'll be happy to discuss that part - OFF anon.

Dream and George met on a Minecraft server when Dream was 16, George was 18/19 and became best friends.

When Dream decided to start youtube when he was 18, he asked George (and Sapnap) to come along with him. They both said yes.

In 2019, George started talking about moving to America. At the time Dream lived with his girlfriend, though they broke up by 2020. (George and the girlfriend did not get along. But that's also a whole other can of worms because she fucked Dream up pretty badly with consistent cheating and verbal/physical abuse.)

Plans for George to move to the US got more concrete and at some point over 2021 became him moving into a house with Dream and Sapnap.

Dream also came out multiple times in this general period of time. He came out in a post on reddit, on twitter, and on a stream. He does not explicitly state that he's bisexual, but he does explicitly state he isn't straight.

Sapnap had already moved in with Dream for Dream's protection since he was being swatted pretty regularly. Dream had plans for a face reveal but people were stalking and harassing him both to 'reveal' him and also because at this point the Kiwi Farms targeted attack on him had gained a lot of steam.

Speaking of: George used face cam pretty regularly, but Dream did not face reveal. Based on things he's said it seems pretty clear he was trying to lose weight but at some point set the goal of face revealing once George was in America because he wanted George to see his face before anyone else.

George applied for his Visa and would have had about a 6-9 month wait, and then was denied. He had to apply a second time, and wait another extended period of time, which put it September 2022 when his visa finally was approved. This means they'd known each other for seven years and he'd been trying to move to the US to live with Dream for three years at that point.

George arrived in the US and Dream posted his first video with a face camera on. George posted a vlog meeting Dream irl for the first time, which is a great starting point for a watch.

In terms of the ship stuff: they've always had a heavily flirtatious relationship and Dream is open about how attractive he finds George. They've acknowledging having a conversation about if they'd date or not.

Once in a while Dream will reiterate that they're not dating, and we know he spent 2023 having a variety of hookups but no confirmed relationships. (Which lines up with his long history of women that flirt with him complaining he'll be great to them and make them feel good but always says he doesn't want a relationship.)

2023 was pretty wild for them in terms of nonstop travel, events, and making very little content besides Dream's music. So far in 2024 we've seen a complete 180 of that and Dream and George have noy traveled at all, staying at home in Orlando together. (Sapnap has traveled and spent time in LA, but alone.)

This is partially due to controversy, I'm sure, but also seems to be just in line with a rededicating of themselves to Minecraft and content impending. They're working on a project that hopefully will come out soon.

Right now in terms of what they've publicly told us, they're just in the category of Super Not Normal About Each Other. Here are a few of the Not Normal things that are just fun from a shippy pov:

Before George moved, they were open about living most of their life on a call together. This includes sleep calling and staying on the phone while taking showers.

One of Dream's early videos was gifting his friends money to thank them for supporting him. He gave Sapnap and another friend $500 each. He gave George $5000.

Dream took 'am I in love with my best friend' quizzes on stream twice with George on the call and neither treated it quite like a joke.

Dream sent George an oversized Dream hoodie which George has worn repeatedly and even admitted to spraying with cologne before he'd put it on. Dream took pictures of George in the hoodie (a private call, not one fans were in on) and then later shared them saying they were the cutest pictures of George ever.

The first time we really got to see them interact irl at length was a stream they did around Christmas. Here's a supercut that just really shows the vibe between them.

Initially in late 2022 Dream was wearing a very specific chain. At some point in January 2023, George started wearing that chain (the specific one Dream used to wear) and has not been spotted without it since.

At one of his concerts Dream described George as a friend he just met a year ago that he's so in love with.

The entire song Spotlight which everyone immediately associated with George, to George's embarrassment and pride.

And there's obviously way more... but I feel like this is a good starter kit for Them.

[psychhound]

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