#im not in the mood to sit through 100 minutes of confusion. so im calling for a chrono order exception

[t4tails]

finished batman vs two-face! that was fun :) pretty similar to the first, though with a less interesting yet better paced plot. honestly william shatner did a pretty good job as harvey, his voice for two-face was especially nice and a bit surprising because i didnt think theyd make him actually do that lmao. harley & hugo stranges inclusion were fun too, and its sad to know theyll never make another one of these due to adam wests passing (actually, this was a post-humous release) because id have loved to get a couple more with some random old hollywood stars being forced to voice scarecrow or poison ivy lmao

[flowerbeom]

Go For Broke | 01

Im Jaebeom x Older Female!Reader

Genre: Fuckboy!AU, Aspiring Songwriter!AU, Slow Burn, Angst/Humour/Smut (loads)

Warnings: Incredibly mature themes, Asshole Jaebeom (because he’s a real asshole in this), Swearing, Explicit smut scenes. 

Word Count: 7.3k

Concept: Premier fuckboy Im Jaebeom is used to getting his way.  Though, he wants more, he craves more. He wants his music to be heard, he wants his music to be loved. So when he learns that the attractive woman he buys records from has an connection that’ll get him into the industry, he uses every trick in his book to get in.  Seduction is his game, and he plays to win.

A/N: This chapter is heavily Jaebeom focused, just so you know. But yeh, it’s finally here. Hope you enjoy my ambition piece. Strap in, it’s gonna be a wild ride. All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

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The air was thick. Thick with the haze of lust and liquor. For a Friday, the club was by all accounts, crowded. Positively a wreck of pulsating bodies, all emboldened by alcohol and the promise of bad decisions. Tucked away in a darkened booth overlooking the dance floor, Jaebeom sat quietly as he watched his boys. Swirling the two fingers of whiskey in the glass he'd been sitting on for the last twenty minutes, his hand rested apathetically on the curve of the ass cheek of the girl who had been trying to get with him all night. Tight skirt, tight ass and fingers tight around his bicep, she had followed him around like a lost kitten looking for a warm bed; preferably his. So much so that she dropped top dollar on top shelf liquor for him. And so, like any good man, Jaebeom took her in.

Through hooded eyes, Jaebeom observed BamBam run his tongue up the neck of a loose little thing as he snaked his hand behind her back to tap his number into another girl’s phone. Bambam winked at her as she slithered off the couch and Jaebeom tongued the grooves of his molars as BamBam dug his fingers into the thigh of the poor girl whose neck is still attached to his lips. Watching the exchange of looks between Bambam and Loose Little Thing #2, Jaebeom jutted out his chin; expecting to see her, or hear her later. There’s a reason they call him Bambam. 

In the distance, Jaebeom spotted Jinyoung leaning a pretty little number against a wall, who by all manner of scrutiny, should have went with her gut and not gone out. The way she toyed with the strap of her dress and the way her neck tensed with every hitched breath was enough for any discerning person to see that she was in deep. And if the look in Jinyoung’s eyes was anything to go by, she was about to go from a pretty little number to a pretty little notch on his bedpost. Jaebeom cocked an eyebrow; watching Jinyoung’s signature move, his lips moving silently as he counted. One. He traced a finger up her neck and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Two. Jinyoung leaned in, leaned in real close so that she could feel his lips on her ear. Three. He tells her, with his breath trickling down her neck, that she looks beautiful tonight. And like clockwork, she’s done; melting against the wall and right into Jinyoung’s waiting arms, ready to lead her out.

Jaebeom’s eyebrow is still cocked when Miss Top Shelf leaned in, trying desperately to look sexy in the sheer button-up blouse she wore in hopes that she wouldn’t get into any trouble. But as she brushed her quivering lips against the bell of his ear, the growl that escaped Jaebeom’s throat was just the start of the trouble that would find her.

She was close, close enough for Jaebeom to feel her pulse on his shoulder. Still quivering, Jaebeom flatly tapped her ass to soothe her anxiety, albeit condescendingly. There, there kitten. Spurred on, Miss Top Shelf sputtered out a weak request. 

“Let's get out of here. Wanna go.. go back to your place?” 

Jaebeom threw his head back, his jawline perfectly catching the light as he scoffed.

“That's not a bad idea.” 

Pushing her back with his shoulder, Jaebeom stood up; shaking out his leather jacket. Looking back over his shoulder, he held out his hand. A little over eager, Miss Top Shelf jerked out her hand, only to have Jaebeom slide his into his pocket. Only spinning around enough to drop the untouched glass of whiskey into her hand, he bent down to close the gap between their faces, forcing a hard swallow down her throat.  

"Sorry princess, but you're going to have to find someone else.” Smirking, he gifted her a wink before turning and disappearing into the crowd below. The dumbfounded look on her face scored a sneer of a laugh from BamBam. Peeling himself off Loose Little Thing #1, he strolled over to the confused girl, the gold chains around his wrist flickering as they caught the light. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, BamBam downed it smoothly in one swig and lifted her chin with his knuckle. BamBam chuckled as she quaked. 

“Cheer up, gorgeous. You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last.” 

Jaebeom almost glided through the mess of crowded, hot bodies writhing and grinding against each other; the blaring music hypnotizing them. He caught Jackson's eye from under the brim of his cap, giving him the fuck this place look Jackson's come to know. Jackson smoothed his tongue along the edges of his top teeth, effortlessly tipping his chin as his grinds his hips into the half bent over girl he found playing with Jinyoung’s earlier conquest. Good things come in pairs, and if Jinyoung wasn’t going to, Jackson was all too happy to complete the set. Jackson snaked his hand under her jaw, pulling her back to press her back against his bare, glistening chest; his shirt long forgotten. Jaebeom smirked, a proud flash of his canines to Jackson to show him he approved. Jackson’s fingers dug into her waist and threw a wink over the crowd. His boys were fine. Jaebeom’s boys were always fine. 

He had almost made it to the door; three steps away from shaking the hand of the bouncer who always let him skip the line when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. It seemed Miss Top Shelf wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Eyes wide and doe-like, she pouted her chin into the cleavage she now had on full display; a power play of undone buttons and rearranged flesh. Jaebeom twisted his hand, his fingers gripping her wrist. Pulling her into him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest and he ticked his jaw against her cheek. Breathing hot against her neck, his thumb rubbed circles into her arm; her heartbeat pulsing into his palm. His eyes shot into hers, his glare cold; her lips quivered. 

"I said go find someone else." 

Jaebeom left her at the door, barely noticing Jackson weave through the crowd to slide his hand into hers; a common play he likes to use. Show the girls the warmth Jaebeom refused to give. And warmth, he would definitely give. Jaebeom cracked his neck once outside; once to the right and twice to the left; relief short lived when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Squinting into the screen, Jaebeom grinned; it was just the message he wanted to see. 

01:46am CYJ First mix is done. 

Youngjae didn't hear Jaebeom come into his studio as much as he felt him, the air instantly chilling upon his entrance. Sliding his headphones off, Youngjae listened to the door shut slowly followed by the couch cushions billowing out under Jaebeom's weight. 

“Never learnt to knock, did you, Hyung?” Youngjae tipped back in his chair, a toothy snicker on full display. 

“If you wanted me to knock, you never would have given me the passcode.” Sharp, but harmless, though his tone did little to give that away, except for the minute flicker of a laugh that curled his top lip. Loosening the collar of his jacket with a sharp flick of the lapel, Jaebeom cocked his jaw; Youngjae taking the silent direction and focused back on his monitor.

“Yugyeom?” Jaebeom queried coldly.  

“Studio. He picked up a contract to do someone’s debut MV. He’s been choreographing for three days.” Youngjae slid his headphones back over one ear.  

“Does he stop to eat?” 

“What’s it to you if he eats?” Youngjae spat through tilted lips. Jaebeom shot a snarl through upturned lashes, but lowered them quickly; focus shifting back to neutral. Jaebeom enjoyed Yugyeom, much like he did Youngjae; those two - filled to the brim with explosive charm and skill - fed into and fueled Jaebeom’s creative side as much as he did the same for them. Youngjae and Yugyeom - the exact opposites of the boys he just left at the club. The two sides of the coin that Jaebeom flipped between; parallel lines, different worlds - the two sides of himself that Jaebeom walked the tightrope between.

“He owes me $100. I want to collect before he dies. Now show me this mix.”

A tap against a space bar and Youngjae's hard work filled the room. Youngjae’s head rested on the back of his chair as he watched Jaebeom through the corners of his sleepless eyes. Jaebeom did little to express approval or disdain, but with the way his eyes traveled to the carpet and the way his heel tapped on every third or seventh beat, Youngjae knew Jaebeom liked the track. Youngjae struck the space bar with an outstretched hand when he saw Jaebeom tick his jaw. 

“Take it down to 120BPM.” Youngjae spun his chair back to face his MPC, fiddling with the track file. His finger hovered over the space bar again, waiting to press play for he knew Jaebeom would have another idea. 

“And transpose it up to A flat minor, it sounds too happy.” 

“Too happy?” Youngjae threw his response over his shoulder, but followed the instruction all the same. Youngjae listened to the track in his headphones and tilted his jaw to the sudden shift in mood once the dominant minor chord kicked in in the pre-chorus. 

“See, much better.” Jaebeom breathed out, shifting his weight forward to pull his jacket tight over his shoulders again. Youngjae merely nodded in agreement, careful not to boost Jaebeom’s ego; so he settled on throwing him a bottle of water instead. Jaebeom swallowed down half the bottle in one breath.

“Thanks for getting those records, by the way. I found some great samples.” Said softly into the lip of his bottle, Youngjae arched a brow as he watched Jaebeom finish the bottle after another breath. 

“You could get them yourself.” Knocking a fist into his chest, Jaebeom groaned. 

“You know I hate that side of town.” Jaebeom drew in a sharp breath between his teeth, gifting Youngjae shrill disapproval. 

“Isn’t your precious agent on that side of town?” Outwardly annoyed, Jaebeom ground his teeth as he stood up to block the light; shrouding his face in shadows. 

“We never meet, I just send him tracks.” Youngjae said absentmindedly, already back facing his monitor; half listening to his track and half to whatever Jaebeom was mumbling behind him.

“Ahh, another excuse why you can’t introduce me.” Jaebeom knew Youngjae had rolled his eyes at him, the slump in his shoulders enough to give it away. “Either way, you want records, you get them yourself.”

“Not stepping foot in that part of town.” Youngjae said each word slow enough to cement his point. 

“You’d like the owner. She’s, well...” Youngjae spun around to see Jaebeom already halfway out the door, smoothing a finger along the edge of his jaw. “Quite easy on the eyes.” 

Youngjae scoffed. 

“There’s no face pretty enough to make me head over there. Not even yours. So you just keep getting those records, and I’ll keep mixing your tracks. Okay?” Jaebeom feigned offence, before cocking a brow, nodding once then slipping through the door. 

His walk home was in relative silence; and that’s the way he preferred it. He’d accept the raucous voices of Jackson and Bambam if they were with him and he would tolerate the mewling of the girl attached to his arm if he knew that when he’d lead her through his door he’d get a fuck out of her. And Jaebeom always did. But, under the glow of moonlight on the streets of his neighborhood that he could trace in the lines on his palm, he relished the silence. His phone disturbed it all as he turned the key in his door.

03:07am CYJ *MP3 attachment* 120BPM. A Flat Minor. We’ll record your vocals on Sunday. You’re Welcome.

“That’a boy.” 

There was enough clues scattered around the apartment for Jaebeom to know that Jackson had brought some poor girl home. Breadcrumbs of clothes flung across the living room and candles lit in corners to set the mood, as Jackson would like to call it. Jaebeom never cared for meaningless things like that; what difference would the vanilla and sandalwood scented candle make when the girl he’s fucking has her face buried in bed sheets and can’t even see it anyway? If she was in his apartment, she was there for one reason, Jaebeom’s reason. It was all for him anyway. 

It was the almost empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table that stole Jaebeom’s attention. In reality, it was the two glasses that sat beside it; one empty, the other more than half full, all remnants of ice melted. Picking up the glass, Jaebeom turned it to inspect the lipstick stain on the rim; a deep, blood red hue made from plump lips that stirred the most minute flicker of jealousy in the pit of Jaebeom’s stomach for the sole reason that Jackson got laid and he didn’t; so he swallowed down the discarded diluted whiskey in the glass in consolation. And it was good whiskey, Jackson liked to show off. 

It took a second or two after the fumes of alcohol had faded from his nose for Jaebeom to realise something was off. On any night where Jackson would bring home his catch, his lured-in prey, of any of the glasses to be full, it’d be his. Jaebeom held the empty glass to his face, staring at the lipstick mark with curious eyes; the flicker of the vanilla and sandalwood candle bouncing through the droplets of whiskey that clung to the inside. The snore that ripped through the apartment broke Jaebeom out of his trance, his eyes slowly turning to the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

With his hand on the doorknob, Jaebeom’s face was a picture of amusement as he shook his head when he found a naked Jackson, outstretched, stomach flat on the bed, ass high in the air, neck craned to the side, lips quivering as he snored. Obviously sleeping off the bottle of whiskey he consumed, Jackson had somehow managed to take off all his clothes, bar his socks; which made the sight of his feet dangling off the edge of the bed even more amusing. It’s not one Jaebeom hadn’t seen before; he’s probably seen Jackson’s ass more times that all of the women he’s slept with combined. That’s just the guy Jackson is. 

The girl on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had left, Jaebeom thought, though he almost tripped over the pair of mary-janes when he entered the apartment. Closing Jackson’s door, Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed at the sliver of light coming through the crack in his bedroom door. Jaebeom never leaves the light on. 

“Someone seems to be lost.” 

Bare legs, loose hair, perfectly lined blood red lips all neatly wrapped in the shirt Jackson wore to the club was sitting patiently on his bed. Jaebeom ran his tongue along the edge of his top teeth, finding her unblinking eyes intriguing in the dim light. 

“Miss Top Shelf..” Jaebeom exhaled, crossing the room to stand against the wall furthest from her; her eyes narrowed at the nickname. Hands sliding into his pockets, Jaebeom clicked his tongue; the sudden snap made her stare flicker. “Is this what you call finding someone else?”

“I want you.” She rolled onto her knees, letting the far too big for her shirt ride up her thighs; Jaebeom eyelids flickered at the supple surface of her newly exposed skin.

She, he eventually learned through her softly licked lips, was called Mina; though it did nothing to drop the arch in his otherwise exhausted and perturbed brow. 

“I don’t want seconds.” Her nose crinkled at the subdued insult, she knew exactly what he insinuated, but like hours before in the club, Miss Top Shelf, sorry Mina, would not go down without a fight.

“I am not leftovers. He never had a taste.” Jaebeom pushed off the wall at the inflection of her statement and subtle spread of her legs; her hands sly enough to tuck the hem of the shirt into the bend of her hip while allowing it the rest of it to fall over her heat. 

“Explain.” Jaebeom stepped to the edge of the bed, hands still deep in his pockets; he bore challenging eyes into her down the sharp line of his jaw. Mina had to swallow before speaking, afraid she had bitten off more than she could chew; Jaebeom was intimidating at the best of times. 

“Your friend is a show off.” She swallowed again when Jaebeom scoffed, a tip of his chin ordering her to continue.

“It wasn’t hard to get him talking, and as soon as he mentioned he lived with you, I knew what I had to do.” Jaebeom shot a menacing look towards Jackson’s bedroom, his eyes shifting back quickly. 

“He did most of the work, all I had to do was let him take me home.” One of her fingers drew a faint line along the inside of her thigh; Jaebeom pulled one hand from his pocket to lift it to her face. Mina stalled, breath hitching as he pushed her hair off her shoulder.

“So explain why he’s passed out naked.” Jaebeom held a knuckle to her chin, angling her jaw to expose her neck to the light; Jaebeom’s eyes followed the pulsing vein from her earlobe to her collarbone, the delicate skin unmarked. 

“He-.. ahh, he..” Mina found it hard to inhale with Jaebeom’s fingers caressing her neck, head now turned to the other side, Jaebeom’s thumb brushed over her throat. 

“Go on.” His warm breath fanned over her face. 

“He undressed himself. It.. it was a game.” 

“A game?” Mina’s eyes fluttered shut when Jaebeom’s hand traveled down her arm, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to turn it over; her olive-toned skin free from bruises. Mina’s chest rose with a strengthening breath. 

“Like I said, Jackson’s a show off.” Jaebeom tightened his grip on her wrist, not pleased with her pace. Mina mewled; whether in pleasure or pain, Jaebeom cared for neither. “He said he likes working out, so I offered a challenge. Two hundred push ups. Every time he broke he had to drink.” 

“I take it he broke a lot.” Jaebeom released her wrist, only for his hand to land on her thigh. Mina could only nod, her throat closing at his touch. 

“A drink and a piece of clothing. Like I said..” 

“A show off. Yes..” Jaebeom dipped a knee into the mattress, leaning into her; his face an inch from hers. “I know.” 

Jaebeom relished the way her eyes darted into his, the enthralling fear coursing through her body, telling her that she should run, but nothing could make her. She made this mess, and by all means, she was going to lay in it. And as Jaebeom ran his hand up her thigh to hook his fingertips beneath the hem of his friend’s shirt to slide one digit through her dripping slit, he was about to lay in it too. 

“Not leftovers, you say?” Jaebeom leaned in further to growl in her ear when he plunged two fingers into her tight and eager cunt. Mina reeled back, gasping for air; a mess of sensations crashing over her. Jaebeom chuckled deeply, withdrawing his fingers slowly only to drive them in harder than before. 

Practically clenching around his fingers, Jaebeom approved of her untaken state; his other hand fisting a handful of the shirt to pull her forward. Mina squealed, Jaebeom’s rough hands ripping the shirt off her body and throttling into her at a merciless pace. Lunging forward to sink his teeth into her neck, Jaebeom expertly unfastened his belt with agile fingers and pushed his jeans down his thighs. Crowding her against the bed as he loomed over her, Jaebeom pushed her thighs apart with his knees.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. Jackson won’t be very happy when he finds out he was played.” Growling against the bell of her ear as he pulled his fingers out of her, Mina whimpered at the shiver that coated over her body from the withdrawal. Her hands tried to pull his jacket off his shoulders but they fell limp when Jaebeom snapped a tight hand onto her jaw. He read the tremble in her eyes and released his thumb off the hinge behind her teeth; Mina inhaled shakily, Jaebeom smirked. 

“You want to know if I’m clean.” Jaebeom whispered; Mina nodded. 

“I am. And I assume you are, and on the pill.” Mina nodded once more. 

“But, you still want me to wear a condom?” Jaebeom purred, sliding the tip of his cock between the folds of her dripping slit. Mina hitched before shaking her head once to the right and once to the left, despite Jaebeom’s grasp on her throat. Mina swore she heard something like ‘good girl’ float from Jaebeom’s lips, but she was being rendered blind by his thumb melting circles into her clit. 

“Now, take what you came all this way for.” 

The growl that crawled down the side of her neck barely faded before it was replaced with a manic gasp that ripped her mouth open. Jaebeom drove into her, full to the hilt, crashing his hips into hers with a raging pace that made Mina’s eyes completely roll back into her skull. Her fingers ripped down Jaebeom’s back, trying to hold onto him as he pummeled her with the fury he felt upon seeing her in his room. He wasn’t one to be cornered, and she was going to complete her penance on his dick. 

Mina rasped, heaving for air as her insides were rearranged with every pump Jaebeom drilled into her. Her mouth was locked open, partly from the moans that fell out of her and the thumb Jaebeom had shoved into it. His grunts weren’t any softer; grinding his teeth together every time he bottomed out inside her. Though with every yelp and shrill ‘yes Jae-YES oh my gooooodd yes’ Jaebeom could start to feel his dick beginning to soften. So he slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, Mina’s eyes blowing wide at the force keeping her jaw snapped shut. 

“I don’t give a shit if you cum or not, but you’re gonna stay quiet doing it.” Jaebeom’s hips slowed to a languid roll, his eyes narrow and piercing as every word he spat out through gritted teeth sunk into Mina’s skin. She nodded, aware that she was lying deep in the mess she made, just as deep as Jaebeom was in her. 

“Good girl.” 

Jaebeom was merciless. Free hand crushing her hip as he pulled out completely just to slam back into her. His thumb was pressed hard into her cheek, almost bruising, and he could feel her teeth rattle every time he buried his cock into her. 

He could feel himself unraveling, with the way his abs started to burn and his eyes starting to blur. Mina was too, Jaebeom could see it on her face and how her legs were tightening around him. Not dropping his pace but dropping his hand, Jaebeom smoothed his thumb over Mina’s jaw as she opened it and closed it; partly because she was afraid it was broken. Jaebeom snaked his hand under her neck, pulling her head up so her eyes couldn’t look away as he stared into them. Mina hitched, Jaebeom snapped his hips into her to pull out the last of the air still clinging to her lungs. 

“In or out?” Mina’s eyes showed confusion behind the haze of pleasure smoking them. Jaebeom snapped his hips once more, his fingers clutching onto the back of her neck to force her answer. Mina swallowed, hard and thick and breathed in through trembling lips. 

“In.” 

Jaebeom curled his hand away from Mina’s neck just to slam her down into the bed with his hand against her throat. Tipping up her chin to give him access, Jaebeom sunk his teeth into her jaw just as he drove his dick deep into her cunt. Mina coiled, heaving off the bed to arch her back so his tip hit the deepest place inside her. 

Jaebeom bit harder, thrusting faster and deeper and groaned into her skin. Spilling out inside her, Jaebeom drove hard against her thighs and tore Mina over the edge with him, her own orgasm crashing over her body and drowning in her throat under the pressure of Jaebeom’s hand clasped around it. Her hands went limp, falling off his back and beside her quivering body. Mina’s mouth chased Jaebeom’s lips when they detached from her jaw but missed them when the hand holding her throat lifted to smooth a thumb over her bottom lip. 

Pulling out of her, Jaebeom stood off the bed to shake off his jacket. Propping herself up on her elbows, Mina watched Jaebeom strip off his t-shirt, finally fully naked. She watched, through her body’s shivering need to calm down as Jaebeom paced the room, authoritatively, calmly; placing his leather jacket on a hanger and hanging it in his closet and carefully picking up his discarded jeans to drop them in a woven hamper by the closet door. 

She continued to watch him move around his space, suddenly feeling equal amounts of cold and exhausted. Mina felt overly exposed, despite absolutely putting herself in that position and as Jaebeom pulled a pair of basketball shorts up his legs, resting the waistband just below the definition of muscles etched into his hips, she tried to ask him something but was denied. One, by the yawn that escaped her, and two, by Jaebeom abruptly stalking out of the room. 

Jaebeom returned, glass of water in hand and a warm towel draped over his forearm to see Mina completely passed out on his bed. He sighed heavily and annoyed, and drained the glass down his throat. Jaebeom grabbed the corner of his blanket and merely threw it over Mina; covering her from the waist down, but left her breasts on display. Tilting his head at the rather delightful sight, he shrugged; he tried, he thought - it was more effort than she deserved. 

Picking up Jackson’s crumpled shirt from the ground, Jaebeom left the room; turning off the light and closing the door. Making his way back into Jackson’s room, his ass still giving its salute to the ceiling; Jaebeom folded the shirt neatly and placed it on top of Jackson’s ass. 

Jaebeom slept on the couch, he didn’t want to share a bed with either of the people passed out in his apartment. 

Mina woke to the thin beam of sunlight piercing through the cracked blind covering Jaebeom’s window. Hurling herself up to sit, she felt a cold breeze pebble the skin of her breasts and she quickly brought her hands up to cover them. Looking around the room, she found herself alone. Mina stepped gingerly off the bed, eyes trailing across the floor trying to find her clothes. They weren’t there, she quickly realised. Mina grimaced at where she knew they’d be. 

Wrapping herself in the blanket she had found herself under when she woke, she carefully turned the doorknob and peered out into the apartment. 

“He’s not here, sweetheart.” A familiar voice called. Mina stepped into the hall, slowly making her way to the voice that had sent a shiver down her spine. Finding Jackson standing behind the kitchen counter, as topless as he was the night before, Mina found her underwear folded neatly on top of a pile of her other clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

Awkwardly pulling on her g-string under the failing coverage of the blanket continuing to fall off her shoulders, Mina’s eyes constantly darted back and forth from her hands to Jackson’s watching eyes - staring over the rim of the coffee mug gently pressed to his lips. 

“Where’s Jaebeom?” Mina managed to ask, though her head was stuck in her shirt as she tried to hastily shove it over her head, ignoring that she could have saved herself the embarrassment if she had just undone one more button. 

“He’s gone to work.” Jackson said after a swallow, stepping out from behind the counter and much to Mina’s surprise was still incredibly naked. She choked, quietly and tried to bury it - much like her eyes into her purse, searching for her phone. 

“Where does he work?” Jackson tutted, strolling, rather confidently, to the door to twist the knob and pull it open. Mina, as if possessed, walked directly for it; though she may have been drawn by something else, something much bigger. Jackson smirked, one brow lifting in growing hubris and tensed his muscles just to watch Mina swallow dryly. 

“No no, sweetheart. You already fooled me once.” Mina bit her bottom lip in silent shame, though the curl that appeared in the corners of her lips proved that she was still proud of her deception. 

“And well played. I’ll give you that much.” Jackson tipped his chin, accepting his role as the fool; but ticked his jaw when Mina’s smile grew too large. Placing a strong hand on the small of her back, Jackson spun on his heel to lead her through the door. 

“Now, leave.” Jackson’s ice cold eyes were the last thing Mina saw before the door was slammed in her face. 

“So Bro, how was she?” Jackson asked from the corner of his mouth, the other corner sucking up the drops of his third coffee that didn’t stay in it because he decided to speak before swallowing. Jinyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his sunglasses in the process; Bambam snorted into his iced latte. 

“Loud. She was fucking loud.” Said in snicker and totally at Jinyoung’s expense. 

“How loud?” Jackson directed the question at Jinyoung’s roommate because he knew he’d get a much more entertaining response.

“She squealed so much, I couldn’t even focus on the blowjob I was getting.” Jinyoung’s fingers went from his nose to his eyebrows, rubbing them frustratedly. “So, thanks for that!” 

Jinyoung, who looked like he had seen three wars, lowered his hand onto the table just for Jaebeom to slip a fresh long black into it. Stepping back, Jaebeom tucked the tray he was holding under his arm and slipped his hand into the pocket of his apron. Post-club-mornings somehow always ended up with a post-game recap at the cafe Jaebeom worked at. Jaebeom didn’t mind, the banter was entertaining. 

“Couldn’t have been good if someone else’s take was messing up your orgasm.” Jaebeom remarked, carefully eyeing the couple three tables across being made to endure the conversation. 

“Hyung!” Bambam flung himself over the back of his chair. “It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. It’s like she didn’t have teeth! And you--” Bambam shot up a shaking finger to Jinyoung’s otherwise unfazed nose, “You ruined it!” 

Jaebeom turned on his heel when the male entity of the couple from three tables across politely signaled that they were ready to order, and Jaebeom politely apologised for how loud his friends were. The female entity was amiable, laughing into the back of her hand before waving off Jaebeom’s apology into the wind. “It’s okay, we were twenty-something once too.” 

Jaebeom had just finished entering in the couple’s order when he heard Bambam wolf whistle, the sound piercing through the entire cafe. Tipping his head back, Jaebeom saw the cause of Bambam’s outburst. A jet black 2018 Aston Martin Vantage, pulled up on the other side of the road; the complete object of all of Bambam’s material desires. 

From the coffee counter, Jaebeom watched a tall, slim man exit the passenger side; hood pulled low just enough to cover his lashes but the face beneath was striking nevertheless. A second man exited the driver side; equally as tall and slim with a face equally as striking though his eyes were covered by sunglasses that were probably relatively as expensive as the car he was leaning against. 

“Jae-boom!” Jaebeom’s eyebrow quirked before turning back to the large, stocky man behind the coffee machine. 

“Come on Mr. A! I’ve been working here for four years now. It’s Jae-beom, not Jae-boom.” Leaning against the marble counter top, Jaebeom mirrored Mr. Abramski’s smile; the plump man giggling as he skillfully poured milk into a mug, forming an intricate tulip in the foam. 

“Ahh! Jae-beom, Jae-boom! It don’t matter! You’ll always be Boom Boom!” Said in an unmistakably thick Eastern European accent, Mr. Abramski wiped his hands on the tea towel flung over his shoulder before resting both elbows onto the counter. “So when will I get to play new music in the cafe, huh? You haven’t given me any new CDs in weeks Boom Boom!” 

“Hey, Mr. A, come on! We talked about this, not in front of the guys!” Jaebeom lifted the mug off the counter and rested it in his palm. 

“What kind of friends are they if you don’t even show them your music, Jae-boom?” Jaebeom shrugged him off with a wave of his hand, his eyes looking for the ticket paired with the coffee he was holding. 

“Mr. A, who’s this for?” 

“Mi Amore..” A deep, enamored sigh floated out of Mr. Abramski and a deep, jaded sigh left Jaebeom. Mr. Abramski’s Amore, otherwise known as the woman who owned and ran the record store across the road, had been the apple of Mr. Abramski’s eye ever since she took up shop. Otherwise known as you, as Y/N. Though you never gave him any hope, your smile was enough to keep Mr. Abramski wrapped around your finger; which obviously included a free coffee everyday. 

“Now bring my beautiful flower her beverage.” Jaebeom took a step, but fixed on the Aston Martin still parked outside the record store; the driver still leaning against the car in his three piece suit while the hoodie-clad sir stood across from him; seemingly completely uninterested in whatever the driver was saying as he continued to type something into his phone. 

“Mr. A..” Jaebeom merely angled his neck back, eyes still forward. “Do you know who that is?”

Mr. Abramski leaned over the counter as far as his rotund belly would let him. 

“That’s her brother. He’s an agent or something.” Jaebeom’s ears pricked. 

“An agent, or something?” Jaebeom took three more steps, just to lean against the door frame. 

“Yes, he scouts songwriters or something like that. He works over at that big music company on 15th Street.” 

“JYP?!” Jaebeom whipped around, hands instantly finding equilibrium to not spill any of Mr. Abramski’s heartfelt work. 

“Yes, that’s the one. Now go! Mi Amore’s coffee is getting cold!” 

Jaebeom was quivering with excitement. For four years he had sauntered across the road everyday to bring you coffee. When he wasn’t being watched by a group of noisy idiots, he’d regularly frequent your store to buy records and discuss music but never did he think that you were his meal ticket. Sure, you were beautiful, and alluring and if he was made to admit it, Jaebeom would confess to trying to shoot his shot with you once, a long time ago; but it never amounted to anything more than you smiling patronizingly and telling him he was cute. You made it clear he was a kid, even if the age difference wasn’t that much, and that you’d break him. Jaebeom found that amusing, considering who he was. 

Jaebeom didn’t force it, of course; but as he stared at the seven-figure salary pin-stripe suit that could make or break Jaebeom’s future career in the music industry slip back into his car and drive off in an echo of 503 horsepower, Jaebeom thought that he should have tried harder. 

His mind was swirling with possibilities as he walked across the road, his entire body tingling because he had finally found a way in. Youngjae couldn’t, or wouldn’t provide it, but you could; and Jaebeom was just about ready to use every trick he had to get your brother to sign him, even if it meant going through you. 

“Noona, I come bearing Mr. A’s undying affection.” Jaebeom cooed from the door, shoulder leaning into the frame coyly with your coffee held steady in hand. Lifting your eyes off your clipboard, you slipped out the pen dangling between your teeth to sit in behind your ear. Strolling to the door, you watched Jaebeom watch you, as he always did - cute little apron and all. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Kid?” Said so smoothly, Jaebeom barely heard the derision in your voice behind the flutter of your lashes; he didn’t even feel you take the coffee out of his hand. Though Jaebeom sensed a challenge and he never backed down from one. 

“I’m no kid.” Stepping away, you rounded the counter to sit behind your computer, taking a languid sip as Jaebeom thrust himself off the door frame to lean both elbows onto the counter; making sure to catch your stare. 

“So, you know how I’ve been a loyal customer for a long time now?” You broke eye contact, humming agreeance into the mug still held to your lips. 

“And in that time, we’ve shared many an insightful discussion over music and composition and life…” Jaebeom looked like he was trying to sell you a bible, despite how very non-believing you were. 

“I was thinking, why don’t we take said discussions out of the store.” Your eyes blinked back to his, completing seeing past his thinly veiled allure and right down to his ego; and just how fun it’d be to shatter it. You had dealt with men like him your entire life. Built on the foundation of good looks and a smooth tongue; they always found ways to get what they wanted, regardless of the price. But you wore your scars with pride, and no sweet talking, tall drink of water of a man who would probably bring you to ecstasy if you asked nicely would break you. Hell, by the looks of Jaebeom you wouldn’t have to ask at all. But, you weren’t going to entertain sleeping with him for kicks with him standing in front of you. 

Sliding the mug out of reach, you folded your arms over the counter and leaned down to meet Jaebeom’s face square on. His eyes flickered the moment he could feel your breath on his skin but steeled himself when your lips parted. 

“You don’t really ask girls out much, do you?” He swallowed your smirk to bite back, but you pushed off the counter to stand straight; looking down onto his admittedly perfect features. “Cause you’re really bad at it.” 

Jaebeom exhaled the insult out through his nose but stood up with a grin. Sliding both hands into the pocket of his apron, Jaebeom tried to read your expression but found you too captivating to see through you. 

You picked up the mug and finished the last mouthfuls of caffeinated milk and rounded the counter once again. Jaebeom stepped back to the door, your feet mimicking his footsteps behind him. Turning to face you, Jaebeom slipped his hand over yours to pull the mug out of it, the tip of his tongue resting on the inner edge of his top lip. 

“I may be, but have a drink with me anyway. I’ll prove I’m not a kid.” You felt something small, something very small inside you snap. As if a very tiny part of you wanted to see if he could prove it, and with the way his eyes drank you in seemed like he wanted to see if he could too.

“Tempting offer..” You whispered and Jaebeom swallowed, feeling for only a split second that he may have been overconfident, for he never had to work this hard before. “But I’ll have to get back to you on that.” 

Jaebeom watched you turn away with slightly gaped lips, his eyes caught in the trance of your swaying hips. Picking up the clipboard you had set down, you quickly tilted your chin over your shoulder just in time to catch Jaebeom snapping his mouth shut.

“You can wipe the sweat off your brow now, kid.” 

You did your best not to laugh when Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed indignantly, so you waved impishly until he stalked back to the cafe. Holding the clipboard to your chest, you stared at his impossibly broad shoulders and willed the part of you that snapped earlier to weave back together. So you laughed, quietly to yourself and turned back to taking stock in the EDM section; pausing quickly to comment on the moment that had passed. 

“Seems like our boy across the road wants to go fishing.” 

Jaebeom crossed his boys to clear the empty plates two tables over, the middle aged man who sat there leaving him a tip much to his surprise. Still mulling over his very hard miss, Jackson stole Jaebeom’s attention. 

“You were gone for ages.” Jaebeom shrugged, “What were you doing over there, trying to get a date?” 

All three boys gasped when Jaebeom simply nodded and avoided Bambam’s grabby hands when he passed them to bring the dirty plates to the kitchen. When he returned, all three silenced themselves. Jinyoung was the first to speak. 

“Hyung, what is she? The goddess Godiva? You never ask girls out.” Jaebeom scoffed as he sat down in the empty chair beside Jackson; finding the repeated statement amusing. Untying the apron and peeling it off his waist, Jaebeom bundled it roughly and dropped it on the table. He smirked, deciding to himself that if you wanted to play your game, he would beat you at it. 

“She has something I want.” Bambam and Jackson wooed in unison as Jinyoung pulled his sunglasses down his nose to inspect the determined look on Jaebeom’s face. 

“More than a fat ass and a perfect pair of..” Bambam halted when Jaebeom tutted. “Lips, Hyung. A perfect pair of lips.” Bambam tore his eyes away from your figure standing close to the front window; Jaebeom knew the lewd things stirring up in that blonde head of his. 

“Her brother is a signing agent, and I’m going to get to him through her.” It was the first time Jaebeom spoke openly about his music to them, and as such all jaws belonging to his crew of loose morality dropped. Jaebeom only saw it in his peripherals, his stare was locked on you. 

“So what?” Jackson began. 

“You’re gonna seduce her..” Bambam continued.

“To get a contract?” Jinyoung completed the set. 

“Indeed.” Jaebeom cemented. 

“From the looks of her, and she looks very good from where I’m sitting, and the almost defeated look you had on your way back, she doesn’t seem like an easy take.” Jackson leaned back, spreading his legs wide and threw an arm over the back of his chair. 

“You’re going to have to try, for once.” Bambam jeered, knowing that trying wasn’t something Jaebeom was used to doing. 

Patting Jackson’s leg ever so condescendingly, Jaebeom tongued the canine that flashed through his smirk. A silence fell over the group, the cogs of deception turning fluidly in Jaebeom’s head. 

“What if you end up breaking her heart?” Bambam, the youngest somehow bringing rationality into the conversation, though Jaebeom’s expression only narrowed; ice glazing over his eyes. 

“Collateral damage.” Jackson and Jinyoung grizzled through clenched teeth. 

“Bet you won’t even make it into her bed before she tosses you aside.” Jackson shoved Jaebeom’s hand off his thigh and Jaebeom returned the gesture with a glare. 

“Alright. And when I make it into her bed and get the contract - you move out.” Jaebeom’s eyes read humourless gravity; Jackson stiffened and slowly brought his arm back over and held out his hand to Jaebeom.

“Agreed. Only because you know nothing of romance.” For the nth time that morning, Jaebeom smirked and shook the hand outstretched to him. Jaebeom wasn’t going to lose, he never loses. 

Jinyoung sighed and gestured kindly over to Mr. Abramski to make him another coffee before taking off his sunglasses and staring Jaebeom down. 

“Just don’t catch feelings like an idiot.” 

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Angst

“Sun Hee?”

The tone of his voice told you the call was really unexpected or an unwanted one, the confusion on his features told you your first option was the right one. However, there was a soft tension you could see in Jinyoung’s body that gave away that whoever was calling was a bother to your husband.

Jinyoung, genuinely surprised about finding his phone in your hand, looked at you faking confusion, his body growing tense as he stared at Sun Hee’s name on his phone’s screen. His mind had stopped working as soon as he had heard her name coming out of your lips, he had always been really careful with you using his phone or with him leaving any trace of Sun Hee in his stuff. Jinyoung simply couldn’t believe he had made such a stupid mistake, what was he going to say now? Would you believe him?

“She is a dancer that is having trouble with the choreography of our new song” He blurted out before he could even think about what he was saying once again. 

“Why is she calling you though?” You asked purely confused, you weren’t accusing Jinyoung of anything you just didn’t understand what was going on. With only a towel hanging low on his hips Jinyoung walked down the corridor and stood next to you pulling up his hand so you could give him back his phone.

“Let’s find out” He picked up the call as soon as you handed him the phone. Jinyoung didn’t walk away to talk, in fact, he sat down on the chair you’ve been sitting on five seconds ago “Watch those pancakes babe, I don’t want our kitchen to burn” He told you with a boyish smile and a playful wink that washed away any uneasy feelings you got when you saw another female’s name on his phone.

You weren’t the type to get easily jealous but sometimes Jinyoung got too much attention from other females and you, being the hormonal pregnant mess you were right now, were a bit too sensitive about that. As you turned around to face the mix of pancakes and the hot pan that was ready to start cooking your breakfast you heard Jinyoung swearing under his breath, probably not really feeling like dealing with whatever business he had with that dancer. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was trying really hard to not start shouting at Sun Hee as soon as he heard her voice on the other side of the line.

“Hey Sun Hee, can I help you?” He asked politely, he kept his eyes on your back as he watched you cook. He felt a tight feeling on his chest, if lying to your face hurt, talking with the woman who used to be his lover hurt even more. Actually, Jinyoung felt like if somebody had taken his heart out of his body and squeezed as hard as they could “Can you be quick? It’s my free day and I have some warm pancakes waiting for me” Jinyoung was trying to tell Sun Hee that he was at home without you noticing.

“Don’t be rude Jinyoung” You scolded him, looking back before returning your attention to the pancakes that were almost done. Carefully, you placed them on a plate before pouring some more pancake mix on the pan.

“Pancakes for breakfast, how sweet” Sun Hee mocked being sarcastic, Jinyoung could imagine her rolling her eyes “Are you free this afternoon? Can you come over?” She asked eagerly

“I told you guys I was going to take my day off today” Jinyoung sighed running his fingers through his wet hair “Can’t it wait?”

“Babe you know I can’t, I really need you” Jinyoung’s eyes moved up to your figure quickly, relief washing over him when he saw you hadn’t heard her needy words.

“I will, fine” He finally accepted sighing “It will only take 30 minutes though, I need to talk about a couple of things with you, later” Before Sun Hee could say anything else he hung up and tossed his phone on the table

Kind of surprised about his passive agressive gesture you turned around forgetting about the pancakes momentarily to give him your undivided attention. “You have to return to work later?” You asked with a sad smile, knowing your husband was tired but wasn’t able to rest for an entire day made you feel bad for him.

“Yeah. Jaebum wants to discuss something with some of the dancers” Jinyoung lied looking down at his phone before he stood up to return to the bedroom and finally get dressed.

“Jaebum?” You asked kind of confused, frowning a little “Then why did that girl call you?”

“Because Jaebum was talking with the main choreographer so he asked Sun Hee if she could start calling people”

“I didn’t know you guys were so close with your back up dancers” Even though the words that left your lips sounded kind of like an accusation, it wasn’t. You were genuinely confused about you not having recognize this before. In fact, you thought this was the first time Jinyoung was talking about their back up dancers with you.

“What are you saying (Y/N)?” Jinyoung looked at you, suddenly getting defensive for some reason. Your frown only became deeper, why was he acting that way all of sudden?

“I’m just confused” You replied honestly, making Jinyoung scoff, he was seriously getting mad out of nowhere 

“There is nothing to be confused about” Jinyoung said looking into your eyes “She just called me since Jabum is busy to tell me that I have to go to the studio this afternoon” Sighing he turned around and walked down the hall shaking his head.

“Fine, I’m sorry” You apologized still not having an idea of what you could have said to make him so mad “I didn't mean to make you mad”

Times like this made you wish your boyfriend wasn't idol. You knew Jinyoung loved music and that he was happy being a singer but the way he became stressed whenever a comeback was near was kind of frustrating, it was extremely tiring to be tip toeing around him for days. At least, that's the only reason you could think of to explain the way he was behaving recently, the stress and the way he sometimes snaps out of nowhere was normal on a comeback period.

That's why you couldn't be mad at him. Thanks to Jinyoung you had the life you always wanted, you owed him so much.

How genuine of you.

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"Come oooon, it will be fun!" Yugyeom insisted for the umpteenth time "I promise you we are not that busy (Y/N), we wouldn't be inviting you if we didn't have time"

The guys were thinking about having a movie marathon at the dorms after dinner. Willing to get you out of your place, Yugyeom came up with the idea of inviting you over and since the rest of the members were okay with it he called you as soon as he had a chance.

"I can't watch horror movies, it's bad for the twins if Im stressed or something like that" You half lied, watching scary movies wasn't going to affect your pregnancy but you really didn't feel like going out tonight. You had this uneasy feeling on your chest that wasn't letting you relax and it was certaintly annoying how you couldn't figure out what was bothering you "I'm just not in a good mood today"

Yugyeom's smile fell from his lips when he heard your words, his mind instantly went to Jinyoung's situation "Did anything happen?" He asked quietly, playing with the hem of his hoodie.

Yugyeom felt bad everytime he had to lie to you, it was extremely difficult to not tell you everything he thought your husband was doing but like Jaebum said, it wasn't his relationship and things could backfire on him. What if he told you and you, for some reason, ended up thinking he was just jealous and wanted to break your relationship? What if you thought he was the bad guy instead of Jinyoung? He didn't have the right to tell you what was going on but he was 100% sure that lying to you wasn't the right option either.

"No it's just" He heard you sighing, Yugyeom could easily tell you were upset "Jinyoung is usually so grumpy, you know? He has these mood swings that are driving me crazy, anything I say triggers him and he gets mad out of nowhere" Even though you were speaking fast to hide how weak your voice sounded Yugyeom noticed it "I just want you guys to make your comeback already, get over all the performances you all have to do because then, the normal Jinyoung will be back"

"It will all be okay silly" Yugyeom told you with a sad smile on his lips "You'll see how everything goes back to how it used to be soon, we're under a lot of pressure now and we sometimes are unable to control our tiredness and stress" Honestly, he was feeling like the worst person in the world for defending Jinyoung but if that's what he had to do to calm you down, he would do it as much as you needed it.

"Yeah, I really needed to hear that, thanks" You let out a relieved breath, leaning back your head against the couch, silently waving your hand to Jinyoung who kissed your cheek before heading out of the apartment. Thanks God he hadn't been paying attention to your conversation, Jinyoung seemed to not like the fact that Yugyeon listened to you rant about your problems whenever you needed it.

"Now get dressed, grab your coat and in five minutes there will be a car there to pick you up" This time Yugyeom wasn't asking you to join, he was ordering you to go to the dorms "We have a bunch of chocolate, popcorn and ice cream waiting for you here and we'll also order some pizza"

"Aaaaaaalright, but make it ten minutes, I have to shower"

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By the time you were standing outside of the dorm the idea of coming to simply spend some time with the guys didn't seem that bad. Alone at your place, you would have only been sitting down upset thinking about what could you have done wrong this morning to make Jinyoung so upset. He didn't talk to you since that conversation and that made you slightly dissapointed because you loved talking with him about random stuff when he was at home, the both of you never ran out of things to talk about.

Sighing you shook your head "I came here to have fun not to be pouting" You muttered to yourself right before you knocked on their door.

As if he had been waiting for you to knock, Youngjae opened it, quickly smiling when his eyes met yours "(Y/N)! Get inside, it's so cold today!" He reached out and grabbed your hand, gently pulling you into the entrance. "Give me your coat, I'll hang it" With a silent thanks you handed Youngjae the coat and walked inside quietly, it wasn't your first time in the dorms but it sure felt weird to be there without Jinyoung.

"Wow, you're so fat!" Bambam's genuinely surprised comment made you laugh softly, Mark who was standing next to him hit the back of his head.

"Wow, you're such an idiot!" He muttered, mocking the tone Bambam used

"I didn't mean it in a bad way though" Bambam pouted "You know that right? It's just she's so...Her and now she's so...Huge"

"Of course she is huge, there are two kids in there Bambam" Jackson appeared by your side, placing a bowl of popcorn infront of you so you could grab some "How are you?" He asked sweetly, Jackson could be the loudest yet the sweetest person in the world.

"I'm alright" You shrugged "My feet sometimes get swollen and it kind of hurts when they move around" You explained resting your hand on your belly "But nothing I can't deal with"

"They move?" Bambam looked confused

"Want to feel it? They are moving now"

"Can I too?" Jackson looked at you with puppy eyes, it was just impossible you could say no to him when he was looking at you like that.

You nodded quietly taking Jackson and Bambam's hands to place them down on your stomach, exactly on the places you knew they would be able to feel your twins moving around. As you said, the two of them moved making both males scream like if they had been watching the scariest movie in the world.

"That's so creepy!" Bambam shouted terrified, Youngjae and Mark were on the floor laughing.

"It feels like, when you watch those alien movies and you see them having little aliens inside-"

"We are not aliens!" You replied trying to sound offended, just joking around.

"You definitely are!" Bambam still looked shocked, you couldn't help but laugh too.

"What's so funny huh?"

Yugyeom and Jaebum joined your conversation. At first you were just looking at their reaction while Mark and Youngjae explained what happened but then, Jinyoung's words echoed in your mind.

"Jaebum wants to discuss something with some of the dancers”

Wasn't Jaebum supposed to be in the same meeting as Jinyoung? Why was he infront of you then?

"I thought Jinyoung would come with you" Youngjae commented looking down at you, your frown deepened even more.

"Didn't you had a meeting with him?" You asked looking at Jaebum confused, Jinyoung couldn't have lied to you right?

"A meeting?" Jackson frowned looking at you too

"Ah, Jinyoung wanted to discuss some stuff with me" Jaebum cleared his throat, not being able to come up with something that would explain his absence

"Tell her, she won't be mad" Yugyeom forced him, trying to act as if he knew what Jaebum was talking about.

"What is going on?" Bambam asked, saying your thoughts outloud.

"Jinyoung is in a meeting with JYP" Jaebum didn't know what he was talking about but that was the first excuse he had come up with "He wants to rest some months after you give birth to be there for you" He reached up to scratch the back part of his neck nervously "He doesn't want to leave you alone with two babies, specially the first months when you are trying to get use to it, you know?"

"He wants to what?" Mark frowned

"That would make sense actually" Jackson shrugged walking away to sit down on the carpet that had lots of pillows and blankets on it.

"Why didn't he tell me?" You didn't know how to feel. On one hand you were kind of happy because stopping his job for a period of time to help you get use to having two babies was a really sweet thing but, on the other hand, why hadn't he talked about this with you first?

"Stop" Yugyeom poked your forehead smiling, You didn't notice how it didn't reach his eyes though "You came here to relax not to get even more stressed so let's watch that movie now"

"You're kind of bossy today, aren't you?" You asked jokingly, letting all the guys pull you away from the door and into the living room where they had reunited all the pillows and blankets that were in the dorm.

"Shut up or I won't share my popcorn with you" Yugyeom and you took one side of the couch, Jaebum sat next to him and the other three guys got on the carpeted floor.

The atmosphere was really nice, they all treated you like if you were part of their family even if your husband wasn't around.

Although no matter how much you tried to focus on the movie and the silly comments Bambam and Yugyeom made, your mind kept drifting towards Jinyoung and the secret he had kept from you.

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Too far away from the dorms, wearing sun glasses and a hat that covered most of his face Jinyoung was standing infront of Sun Hee's apartment. He had rang the bell two seconds ago and he was now waiting for the female to let him inside.

Suddenly the door swung open and without giving him a chance to say anything, Sun Hee gripped Jinyoung's hoodie and pulled him into her apartment. However, when she leaned in to press her lips against his, Jinyoung turned his face not wanting to kiss her.

"Jinyoung, what the fuck?" Sun Hee frowned, clearly offended by his gesture. She moved away from him, giving the male some space as she awaited for an answer.

Jinyoung slipped his hands inside his pant pockets and let out a soft sigh. He walked into the living room, slowly turning around to face her. When Jinyoung's eyes met her lips, the words in hus mind got easily out.

"Sit down, we have to talk about us"

[electricwalkman]

Incredibles 2 spoilers (what I loved)

Okay I just have a lot of feelings about this movie it’s so mcfucking good I just wanna scream about to everyone so here’s a list of all the things I can remember from the past 24 hours (I’m seeing it again tonight so I might update it later who knows)! SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The Incredibles inspired opening logos were a very nice effect and brought you back into this world of Supers

I really liked how they developed Tony’s character a bit more. In the first one we didn’t get to see much of him and I just played him off as one of those cliche pretty boys, but in this one we get to know him a bit better and he really is a nice boy I enjoyed him!

Everyone in the family literally just tossing Jack-Jack around like a hot potato bc they dont wanna watch him they wanna fight!!

Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack wanting to join in and fight beside their family wow i love these kids

HELEN GIVING BOB THAT WIFE DEATH STARE™ AT THE DINNER TABLE WHAT AN ICON  

Dash eating his food in .02378 seconds and then excusing himself from dinner to go watch TV (a big ass mood)

“If Jack-Jack wakes up-“ “I know the drill...” Violet is so tired of babysitting someone Free Her

We get to see more of Helen and Bob’s relationship AND ITS SO CUTE YOU GUYS HOLY SHIT WHEN BOB IS TRYING TO ACT EXCITED ABOUT HELEN’S NEW JOB BUT SHE CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT, AND THEN WHEN BOB MAKES A JOKE ABOUT BEING A BETTER SUPER THAN HER AND SHE SMACKS HIM WITH A PILLOW!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE THEM 😩😭😭

Violet literally being the most relatable teenager ever put to screen. She goes through all the emotions you could think of and while most are played for laughs, there are a few moments when you genuinely feel bad for her and I really wanted to give her a hug

DASH BEING ALL CONFUSED & NOT UNDERSTANDING MATH DAMN I FEEL YOUR PAIN BUDDY

Also Dash being the lovable little shit he is. All of his one liners are golden (he is 100% the Meme child of this family. @ Pixar release Dash’s meme account pls its for research :/)

One of my favorite scenes ever is when Bob sits down and study’s all of Dash’s math books and then wakes him up in the middle of the night to help him finish his homework. That was such a pure scene and honestly almost made me cry it was so cute!!!

Violet loves Shakespeare and she’s in Drama club what a NERD!!! (After my second viewing I just realized she was tryna make an excuse for Tony seeing her in her super suit, but she didn’t know his mind was erased. Either way I still think that was cute!)

JACK JACK VS THAT RACCOON!!! IT IS NOW 2348% CONFIRMED THAT JACK JACK IS THE MVP EVER AND THE MCU NEEDA HIRE HIS ASS TO DEFEAT THANOS

Helen calling Bob after her first mission and she’s just screaming over the phone and telling him all about how she saved a bunch of people and she’s so happy to be a super again!

When Violet realizes Tony is a waiter at the restaurant they’re eating at and does that huge spit take I was IN TEARS!!!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Also when Bob reintroduces Vi to Tony and Vi just looks away from him but does the finger gun gesture

Jack-Jack teleporting into Violet’s room, transforming into his devil form, and Violet just runs out of the room SCREAMING

Bob having a mental breakdown every 2 minutes is Me

Edna being like “ew im not a baby person” and then seeing Jack-Jack use his powers and then being like “I’m adopting this child now”

“No firing the baby around the house”

The Villain in this movie was really predictable but at this point i dont care anymore bc the rest of the movie is outstanding. I actually really enjoyed their character, they had a good motivation but I can see why people would call this villain “weak”

Dash being in love with the Incredimobile and calling it “My sweet ride”

VIOLET, DASH, AND JACK JACK GETTING THEIR OWN SIDE MISSION AND THEY GOTTA SAVE THEIR PARENTS

Dash has to watch Jack-Jack and loses him faster than my attention span and Violet being all “YOU HAD ONE JOB”

Dash calling Frozone “Uncle Lucius” 😩👌🏻❤️💯💯this fam is amazing I want them to adopt me

The cute little Father/Daughter moments between Bob and Violet were so sweet, and so was the part where Bob carries Dash and Jack-Jack upstairs to bed after they both pass out. Bob is an absolute A+ parent in this

Voyd and the other supers were cool, although Voyd got a little more screen time but that was okay bc she was my fave (”Get yourself together, Karen”)

When Evelyn got arrested at the end of the film and Helen was like “I’m sorry that she’s going to prison” and then VIOLET WAS LIKE “IM SORRY THAT SHE’S RICH AND WILL PROBBALY GET OFF WITH JUST A SLAP ON THE WRIST!!” I 👏🏻 FUCKING 👏🏻 LOVE 👏🏻 MY 👏🏻 DAUGHTER 👏🏻 I AM SO PROUD

This whole family dynamic was just absolute perfection and felt so real

THE ENDING WAS REALLY GOOD BUT GODDAMN IT, IT LEFT ME WANTING MORE!! AND I KNOW THERE’S PROBABLY NEVER GONNA BE AN INCREDIBLES 3, BUT IF THERE IS IT JUST HAS TO FOCUS ON THE KIDS NEXT TIME!! IT WOULD BE THE PERFECT TRILOGY 

All in all this was a perfect sequel (like Empire Strikes Back kind of perfect), I really applaud all that Brad Bird and the cast and the animators have done over the past few years to make this film the best that it could be and I really hope this movie makes a shitton of money bc it’s what they deserve 

[survivorkalokairi]

Episode 1: “How do I bond with people” - Mitch

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/MiBLiRlSzFc

Stephen

It’s round one and I’ve already learnt a foreign word for pee, this seasons gonna be great

Cam

hello everyone and welcome to HOLY FUCK by cameron, your local certified sick kid

so first of all

I HAVE DYLAN AND MATT SUMMERS AND MITCH ON MY TRIBE

which is all fine and dandy

ABBEY IS ON? THE OTHER TRIBE?

which is also fine and dandy

blake is super sweet and i adore this newbie already!! he's like "im so overwhelmed im in two games"....... sweetie

BUT ALSO

so i message jay to idol hunt

"first in line"

i say "this is door 9 all over again!"

i wait about 15 minutes

go through the path, dee dee dee dee dee

"fountain or pay an offering to the statue" 

me, in my hellenic witchcraft practices, knowing the goddesses really like offerings, gonna offer aphrodite some food (sorry hera)

guess what aphrodite gives me?

an idol. she gives me an idol. i'm truly blessed. this is ridiculous. i got the idol the very first idol hunt of the season.

i'm shaking.

Dylan C

oh my god how to I play a game with my close friends sksjsh (i’ll make a Proper confessional later)

Brittany

i've been doing duolingo for, like, an hour now and there are so many ways to say the. i've counted around 4. it's pretty fun though, and everyone on my tribe seems really cool and nice cx

Zabbey

Wow ok so my tribe is really cute and wholesome so far. I'm playing with JG, Timmy and Stephen which is cool bc i lowkey know them all but I've never played with them so thats fun! I cant really speak on the newbies since I havent really talked to any of them yet but I'm excited to get to know them! It's wild knowing cam and dylan are on the other tribe, I hope i get to play with them too! 

Stephen

Cal is the best, i would love to work with Cal, JG, Timmy, and Zabbey. But i’m still gonna gove the other new guys a chance, still very early days to start making alliances. That being said I’m still very happy we have had a majority on a call, make some ties. *glares at atomic “all-stars”*

Zach

So uh...so far nothing. Unless I’m completely out of the loop. I really like my tribe mate Zabbey. She seems cool and we have the same sense of humor. I really hope to align with her, but we’ll see how it goes. I also really admire Maynor for volunteering to sit since he has to work today. So far I think our tribe vines well. No tea to spill yet, but I’m sure there’s more to come.

Alex

Many people werre talking about drag race and I've never seen it and I kinda knew this would happen to me at some point in mylife when I end up being the bad gay who hates Lady Gaga and hasn't seen drag race and we're here folks.  lol I guess I'll stay quiet and hopefully noone will find out 

J.G.

Night one was, interesting to say the least. I was a little worried because I knew that I had to work during the first hour of the game and with new people I did not want to miss out on the bonding opportunities. Shockingly few were active among the noobies mostly Zach and Cal. The vets on my tribe, I actually know which is wild. Stephen and I have played together in the past, not together but there is for sure no bad feelings, that I know of. Abbey and Timmy I have never played with them but I know of them from the community. I have always wanted to play with them and excited for this opportunity. I know from a viewer this will come off as boring but I do feel that sticking with the vets is going to be smart at least in the early stages but mark my words, if I have any say, Abbey will be the last boot before merge. There is no way hell, I am letting her get any where near merge, I am not dumb no what she can do. Sorry Abbey, you're queen but the queen is not gonna stay queen. I really want to make a three tight alliance with Stephen and Timmy and ride with them but they could always tip off Abbey and use it to their advantage so I need to just chill and let things play out. I feel that if we are to go to tribal in the early stages, I can picture two noobs being easily targeted for inactivity. Oh, let's also talk about how I got freaking 20% disadvantage night one like I always do, and then turn around to get a 10% advantage the next day. I'm mess but I'm gonna keep eating these grapes because they're pretty good.

JG

So I was really sure I was going to be in the first alliance of the season amongst the vets but nope that didn't happen. I am in a unprecedented alliance with Abbey, yeah the person I said I want to make sure gets out before merge and Zach. Our alliance is called Two Gays and a Bi-by ... iconic as fuck. With a smaller tribe starting size with 8, smaller alliances are key plus I feel that we can easily pull some side votes for numbers to honestly keep our alliance alive and active. This makes targeting Abbey really hard cause it could turn Zach against me. I will have to be very cautious, how I go about this. I also talked to Cal and was making sure I connected with him cause I know he was putting work in on Timmy and Stephen last night. That is something I will have to monitor. That can not be allowed to happen. I think working with Timmy would be fun and cool but it's looking like that if after a early not so active noob goes and we need to find another target, I think Timmy would be a fine first threat to knock out leaving Stephen and Cal up in the air.

Cal

Lots of stuff! I was late to the party at the intro but got to chat with Timmy, JG, and Stephen. I learned about their past in the community as well as talked about the many moods of trying to learn greek. One such mood is probably me always confusing the "pi" sign and the one shaped like the letter "p" leading to accidentally translating baby as fool. Ironically I really don't want to be seen as either while a baby or fool especially since I'm new. I've really enjoyed meeting my tribe mates but I'm afraid to see where the pleasant meet and greet ends and the game begins.

Maynor

My thoughts on this tribe is that i like everyone and i dont want any of them to leave. Ive been trying to talk to everyone n try to be social player since im sitting out the first challenge.

Blake

welp. i still dont really know whats going on but... IM HAVING FUN. Ive talked with Dylan C a bunch and we have gotten to know each other pretty well. The greek challenge? a MESS. I havent been able to do a lot and the little i have done is not even worth mentioning. I hope the next challenge is a little easier for me but until then... YAY! 

Maynor

Last night Brittany and I started talking and decides since we are newbies that we will work as a duo to keep each other safe since the game has newbies & returning players. As of right now she is my #1 but i am talking to others.

Maynor

Second day has been very interesting. Ive been talking to Cal and J.G. pretty much all day seperately. And both want to align and J.G brought up maybe doing three person alliance and he said we should try n bring in Cal. In my head i was like yes. So now its an allince of me, Cal, and J.G. which is great. If its all 100% (my end it is) then this is going to be great.

Timmy

Wow, I haven't made a confessional yet. WE WON IMMUNITY!!! I'm very relaxed now, but also I don't think I would have gone anyways so woot woot. I did the worst on my tribe so that's not too great (pretty sure the 810 from the post was my score), but I still did better than the entire other tribe so wooo. I'm so happy to finally be in a game with Abbey and I really want to work with her and we have been talking already about the nothingness that has come from our idol hunts so that's good. I still haven't talked to Zach or Brittany so I need to do that soon, Zach seems nice in the tribe chat but Brittany seems nonexistent at the moment even though she did well in the challenge. 

Cam

well i may have won a main season last night

but let me tell you

WE DID NOT WIN THAT MY DUDES LMAO. we were literally beat ten times over. i hope the f tribe feels good about how much they squished us. they... earned that. truly. 

but now jay says... there's an announcement? and this is what immediately ensues

On 7/21/18, at 9:29 PM, Jay 🐠 (Kalokairi Host) wrote:

> but first there will be an announcement

On 7/21/18, at 9:29 PM, Cameron Culpepper (Atomic Admin) wrote:

> oh no

On 7/21/18, at 9:31 PM, Dylan R. wrote:

> oh cool

and it was just announced! so there is redemption. this is nice! i'm less worried about work now. like obviously i'm gonna do my best? but... if i fuck up at least there's a CHANCE.

oh yeah and the idol. day 2 in the game, still haven't told anyone, so that's pretty cool! we'll see how long that lasts.

dylan c and i had a conversation about how if we don't work together neither of us will hold it against the other but like... im pretty sure we're gonna work together anyway. 

wouldn't it be cute to make f3 with dylan c and abbey? god that's the dream. but it won't happen.

Maynor

The alliance is official between me, JG, and Cal. Are alliance name is MEW but greek that looks like mew. I like both and i hope they are ride or die as i am with this alliance. But just so we could have one more vote, im keeping my ally, Brittany, secret for now. 

Mitch

Welcome to Greece! I consume goat cheese, so I'm something of a Greek expert myself you know. I'm very excited to meet all of my tribemates but now I'm probably going to talk about them individually since Idk what else to do

I haven't played a game in so long I have no fucking idea how to socialize oh my god. I feel like everything I type is awkward and sad. At least the first challenge was relatively easy since I never had to type anything and have free time up the wazoo . But fuck we got crushed lmao. I dunno what secret they used but I take comfort in knowing that they were probably worried about us doing the same thing. Maybe I probably won't get voted out for having a score of 600 but WE SHALL SEE

Alex - Where is he? He did the challenge but he hasn't said a word ever. I want to keep him but uh Blake - 15 exp huh. 15? :| I only got increments of 10 where did the 5 come from Cameron - Aaaa. I enjoy Cameron and hopefully he enjoys me Dylan C - Oh this distinguishing between Dylans will be fun. But hopefully this Dylan and I can... meet in the middle somewhere yes Dylan R - One of the 4 people who have spoken to me! This kid is GOING PLACES and I'm glad to help him along for the ride Maddie - She is camping and I completely understand. Matt - I mean sure Matt and I KNOW each other but do we really? It's not like we were buddy buddy in Navarino. Unless he thinks we were? If he does... uh oh

How do I bond with people

Cal

Maynard just brought together me and JG together to start an alliance all while the results of the immunity challenge was finished. I was nervous but not only did we win but we have an amazing three that is called ΜΞΨ(after the first letters of our names), which is called that thanks to me! I just thought it'd be fun to name it like a frat since we've been learning greek and also hopefully dominate! JG and Maynard are great guys and I'm excited to work with them as ΜΞΨ but I also am keeping in mind ΜΞ(me lol) in the game for when we do have to go to tribal! Mu Xi Psi out!

Dylan R

For the first tribal, I'm obviously worried. As for targets, I'm not sure there are any at this moment. I guess I'm voting based on tribal performances, but I would be open to other people's suggestions. I would consider myself closest to Matt, Dylan C and Mitch so those three are who I would want to vote with. 

Stephen

I found half a “special idol” in the mangroves! While I am happy and I will still search for the other half I do have to decide if I want to tell anyone. In a previous season I told one person and they betrayed me (thanks tim) but in the end that led the person who had other half to reach out to me. However I can’t expect the same thing to happen this game, every games a new game. So I think I’m gonna keep it to myself, if somebody else tells me or is revealed to have the other half I might tell them, but for now I’m just gonna search for the other half and be content that no one can use the whole thing against me.

Zach

We won the first challenge!!!! I was expecting it to be a lot closer tbh. But I have an alliance of 3 that I’m fairly confident in! I wouldn’t say I completely trust them yet though. Both of them have played before and so it’s scary to think that they might just be playing me. I guess time will tell. I’m also curious to see what other alliances will show themselves when we finally start talking and going to trial. Also a little worried that I might be playing to hard out of the gate. We’ll see and I’ll probably get used to playing as time goes on.

JG

My mom (Jay) has officially cancelled me y'all. My tribe freaking won by over 13 to almost 2k. Holy crap. Like did the vets on the other side never play this comp before? Like with maybe a little work and patience, you could get easily 1500XP without really grinding maybe more. I am honestly perfectly o.k. with these results I wanted us to win badly because of having to go to work tonight, I did not want to bother with the stress of that. Plus, the night before my work had an emergency so I am definitely not in a place ready to emotionally invest and make a move in the game. ΜΞΨ is an alliance that formed between Maynor, Cal, and myself. The alliance names from the first letter of our names in Greek to kinda make a frat/sor name. Maynor approached me wanting to make  a final 2 and go really far. I am down with this for now of course, this game is constantly changing and moving. He asked me if we wanted to make a threesome to help our odds and asked me for suggestions. I suggested Cal because I knew I wasn't in any other alliances with him yet and this will allow me to keep an eye on him making sure he doesn't get close to Timmy or Stephen. Before I went off for the night Stephen and I officially talked about how the vets probably should create an official thing because it wouldn't hurt for us to work at least together in the early stages of the game. We decided that it should be discussed and formed today. Once that happens your boy is literally in an alliance with everyone besides Brittany and she actually did really well in the challenge. This scares me that she is either close to others or just someone I am not gonna be able to connect with. I heard from others that people are forgetting she's here, at the least she is a competitor. Either this is gonna blow up in my face or gonna allow me to position myself really well going into merge. Mama mia, my tribe isn't going tribal but I feel I made some of the biggest moves. Time will tell, I guess 

Zabbey

SO A lot has happened since I last confessed!!!! I am now in a baby alliance with JG and Zach which is wholesome. Zach is super hype and its v endearing and im a stan. JG also said him and Stephen have talked about a vet alliance which would be the easier way to go but I don't really want to. I don't want to play this game based off of outside relationships, I'm not necessarily going to align with Cam and Dylan is we make it onto the same tribe. In more impotant news ya bITCH FOUND THE IDOL! My literal third search! Timmy told me that he was looking in the hotel rooms so I was gonna do that but then Jay said roof and I was like why not and my witch ass gave that offering and got me a sexy idol! I don't plan on telling anyone about it unless I absolutely have to! 

Blake

I'm realizing now that im probably going to be seen as invisible the whole time bthrfnm dont know if thats good or bad LOL. But I finally have an alliance and its with people that I actually enjoy talking too :) Me, Cameron and Dylan C formed a group called Bicons (Bi Icons LMAO) and they seem to be really loyal. I have no idea what im doing but i hope people find me funny and want to keep me hfuiejf. (I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IM GONNA VOTE OFF)

Maddie

I came into this game after 2 nights had already gone by. I am really scared that I will be voted out tonight because I would be the easy since not very many people know me.  

Dylan R

The first tribal is the most important tribal, at least from a game perspective. That’s why I’m taking a gamble and trying to target after Blake. We need people who will win challenges, and after his score of 15 I’m not sure if he’s best suited. I need 4 votes to tie. I believe I’ll have Alex & Maddie, so right now I’m focusing on the fourth vote. Dylan C seems wary about this vote, so I’m trying to convince her now. I told her that “other people have mentioned Blake” when really it’s just me lol. I don’t wanna tell anyone else, simply because I don’t want people thinking I’m playing too hard, so I’m hoping the votes will tie or the votes will be spread. I’m taking a bit of a gamble because this could put a target on my back, but I do love gambles so I can’t resist. This will probably come back to bite me, but it is redemption island so I guess that’s always a fallback.

Cal

Missed a lot of discussion about past games because I was meeting up with someone impromptu. It's daunting but also exciting to face the experience of some of my tribe mates. It's the feeling of a glorious revolution of the new players against the old! I aim to learn as well, but also have really enjoyed speaking with my tribe but fear people are getting wind of the ΜΞΨ alliance since me, JG, and Maynor are speaking a lot. I gotta figure out my mist! Mu Xi Psi out!

Stephen

The tribe chat: Jay is about to get represented by an agent!!!!! ajdnfkksxjsnxxcz

Cal in my PMs: I just got laid

............okay cal. I guess he ws just being friendly? But things like that are sort of a hot topic for me, but I don’t think thats something he needs to know. And its probably not something to get into in confessionals. Maybe if we become besties we can have a dnm about it later.

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/8oaTFmpiv0I

Dylan R

The first tribal is the most important tribal, at least from a game perspective. That’s why I’m taking a gamble and trying to target after Blake. We need people who will win challenges, and after his score of 15 I’m not sure if he’s best suited. I need 4 votes to tie. I believe I’ll have Alex & Maddie, so right now I’m focusing on the fourth vote. Dylan C seems wary about this vote, so I’m trying to convince her now. I told her that “other people have mentioned Blake” when really it’s just me lol. I don’t wanna tell anyone else, simply because I don’t want people thinking I’m playing too hard, so I’m hoping the votes will tie or the votes will be spread. I’m taking a bit of a gamble because this could put a target on my back, but I do love gambles so I can’t resist. This will probably come back to bite me, but it is redemption island so I guess that’s always a fallback. 

Dylan R

Ok so like. Convincing people is hard lol. New tactic: I told Alex that people are targeting him in hopes that it’ll ignite him enough to save himself. I want Alex as an ally, but if he can’t save himself then I don’t want him as an ally

Brittany

so i'm late to making this confession but we won the first challenge and i'm still so?? happy about it?? and by a lot too, and there i was panicking and speeding through duolingo lmao. hopefully this is a sign and we stay doing this well lol

J.G.

Yeet,one last confessional before the round is over. I am honestly really anxious to see what happens at this tribal whether a vet or noob will go. While I do not think that this will be a prevalent theme in decision making, it something I am keeping in the back of my mind. I don't want people to be able use that against me to vote me out. That's why I will feel really inclined to stick with the vets if a vet is voted out tonight over a noob. Who knows what that tribe will do they have several options.

Finally, officially the vets (Abbey, Timmy, and Stephen as well as myself) finally came together to form an official alliance called The Nursing Home. I am really keeping an eye on Timmy and Stephen, they give me some minor sketch vibes but it could just be me over analyzing.

Well, 1 week down, several more to go. 

Dylan C

I’m getting a concerning amount of radio silence form some cast members. Is it because they’re inactive or ignoring me?? Lmao mattI'm so excited to be on Kalokairi! This has been a lifelong dream. Who wouldn't want to live on a gorgeous Greek island, where every piece of drama or sadness is resolved by breaking out into 70s Disco Pop and choreographing elaborate dance routines featuring wacky props like scuba fins? And to be able to play the game of Survivor while doing it? Wild!

My tribe is literally so wholesome. The other "veterans" are all so fantastic, and the newbies are so pure and fun and I love talking to them. The only person I haven't gotten to speak one on one to is Alex, and it seems like that's the case for the rest of the tribe. After getting THWUMPED in that immunity challenge, it's nice that we can all come together in a cohesive vote to hopefully power through in the future.

I found a leather necklace at the market, but it doesn't actually do anything until I combine it with another part. I'm not sure if my best strategy is to keep it hidden or let everyone know I have it in case they're also looking for it, but I think I'm going to keep it to myself while I search a bit more.

I'd really like to work with Cameron long term, and I have a crush on Dylan R okay that is all goodnight.

Cam

so i've been wrestling with the decision on whether or not to tell Dylan C about the idol. 

I still haven't told him. Day 3! Nobody knows but me. that's pretty cool. 

it's pretty quiet around the vote right now? everyone is still asleep i think, and morale is a little low following last night. 

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I didn't submit that before I left for work, rip

Cam, certified short term memory loss haver

Alex was unanimously eliminated.

[xgeebabyx]

Book.

Here is my book. It’s not done. It’s Frerard. I will post updates occasionally. Please give me feedback. I’m trying to get better at writing

MAFIA MAN AND ME (available on Wattpad under the user DoctorDeathDafuc)

I walked into the school, pulling down my skirt, hanging my head down low. I avoided peoples gazes, making my way to the office to get my schedule. I signed in, waving meekly at the secretary who was looking at me with a mixture of confusion and disgust washed across her face. I solemnly marched to my locker, getting quite a few odd looks from my peers. 

I marched into my classroom, walking to the back and ignoring the curious peering gazes that leered at me and my skirt. I sat down at a desk far from everyone else’s and pulled out my book, opening to the page on the board. I stared up at the board and waited for class to begin. The teacher started calling roll and when he called out, “Gerard Way?” I panicked and meekly raised my hand. The teacher wrote it down and continued, but everyone’s eyes were on me. I stared ahead and listened intently when the teacher began droning on about poly whatevers. 

As soon as class ended I was out of my seat, rushing to my locker, spending as little time in the hallways as possible, knowing it was dangerous for me to be out here alone, seeing as I was a boy in a skirt. Clearly I wasn't fast enough because soon enough Bert McCracken, aka my worst nightmare, turned up right in front of me. “Hey faggot, miss me?” I meekly shook my head, before feeling the impact and pain of a fist on my cheekbone, making me cry out weakly and fall to the floor. I stayed down, knowing it was useless to fight back. I willed away the ears, swallowing thickly. I stared at the floor and didn't make a sound as I was pummeled by these monsters. The bell rang, and they all ran off. I stood up, brushing off my skirt, smoothing down my hair, and straightening my sweater before heading off to science. 

~le time skip to end of day~

I walked home, my head cloudy and full. My book bag was making unbearable pain on my shoulder, dragging me down so I was leaning uncomfortably to the left. I saw Bert and his cronies sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the street and started walking faster, desperate to reach my apartment building. I heard yelling behind me so I started to run.

 I reached my apartment, slamming the door shut. I leaned my head against it, panting uncontrollably, close to tears. I pressed the palm of my hands to my eyes, willing away the droplets. I inhaled before taking away my palms, sure the tears wouldn't fall. I leaned down and took off my boots, sliding around my floors in my pink bunny thigh highs. I reached my kitchen and walked in, brewing a pot of coffee before sliding over to my couch, clearing pencils, pens and half finished drawing and writing off of it before plopping down with a satisfying thump. I grabbed a clear page and a pen, letting my eyes roll back into my head, feeling my hand moving across the page, forming shapes I couldn't name and a feeling better than the best orgasm.

I heard the beeping of the coffee pot and slowly rolled my eyes back the correct direction, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim lighting of my shoddy apartment. I stood up, placing down my drawing and dragging my ass over to the kitchen counters. I grabbed a mug that didn't look too used, and poured the coffee. I dumped an alarming amount of sugar and creamer in before heading back to the couch and finally looking at the art I had created. It appeared to be a… skull with the word “Watch Out.” on it. There was a snake swirling out of its mouth holding a rose between its teeth. I sighed, before grabbing my paints and oil pastels and getting to work putting it on a canvas. I could get a solid $100 for this and on top of all my other art I had made this month, it would stack up to be a little over the rent payment, meaning I would have enough to buy new supplies.

~le next day~

I walked to Lemon and Sugar, my local cafe. When I got there I waved to my friend Lindsey behind the counter before walking to my favorite corner of the room and sitting down, pulling a sketchbook and a pen out of my bag and putting on sunglasses before rolling back my eyes and drawing. I had made a habit of the sunglasses when an old lady saw me and nearly had a heart attack before hitting me with a bible. Lindsey of course was no help throughout that traumatic encounter because A)she was stuck behind the cafes counter, and B) she was laughing too hard to move properly, much less talk. 

My hand was still moving by the time Lindsey got off work and she decided not to disturb me, instead choosing to sit across from me and watch me work. It was hours before I finally took off the sunglasses and rolled my eyes back into place, catching the fake disgusted look Lindsey was giving me. “I do not see how the hell you can draw with your eyes on the opposite side of your fucking head.” I giggled, folding up my sunglasses and storing them securely in their case before dropping them back into my bag. 

“It helps me think of Lindz, it may be a little strange, but it's fun.” with that, the conversation was over. I looked down at my drawing, seeing a beautiful tree with thousands of faces instead of leaves. I smiled, proud of my art. I glanced around, noticing the shop was mostly empty apart from me, lindsey, the cashier/ barista, and a heavily tattooed man in a suit who just so happened to be staring at me. I blushed and looked at the table, before glancing back at Lindsey, who had her eyes fixed on her girlfriend Jamia behind the counter. I smiled and nudged her. 

“Hey lover girl, do you think you could get me a coffee? It would give you a chance to flirt with Mimi.” she glowered at me, but got up anyways, walking over to the counter, fixing her face into a pleasant smile. I smiled at the table, glad for my friend and her success for not being single like me. I heard some footsteps before the bench across from me sighed and I looked up, ready to tease Lindsey, but the words got caught in my throat when the tattooed man was smiling pleasantly at me. 

“Hello cutie, I’m Frank, what's your name?” I hesitated, before reaching across the table to shake his hand. “I- I’m Gerard.” I squeaked out. He took my hand and shook it, before placing a gentle kiss on my hand. I blushed profusely, nibbling on my bottom lip. He smiled a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “I came over here to ask if i could have your number? I wanna take you out sometime.” he asked, his voice washing over me gently, giving me a strong pull behind my sternum and butterflies in my stomach. I mentally squealed, while on the outside I was calmly nodding. His smile got even wider and he pulled out a little business card and passed it to me. He pointed to his number, and I typed it into my phone, sending him a quick message and setting his contact name as “Frank from the coffee shop” He responded quickly and I smiled.

He stood up and waved, before walking out of the store. I glanced over to the counter where Lindsey and Jamia were watching me like proud parents. Once they knew I was looking, Lindsey wiped her dry eyes while Jamia started clapping like a maniac. I let out a burst of laughter, before standing up and curtseying. I smoothed out my skirt and marched over to the couple. “Linds, you promised a coffee. Where is it my sandwich maker?” she raised her eyebrow at me and I smirked. She slid a coffee across the counter and I sipped it, not losing eye contact. 

“No thank you Gerard? Wow, I should've kept the coffee to myself.” Lindsey muttered as I continued to obnoxiously slurp down my drink. I winked at her and walked back to my seat, packing up my art and pens before waiting for Lindsay by the door.

That night I had a lot to think through as I messaged back and forth with Frank, setting up a date next Saturday at 8 for dinner and a movie. I smiled, thinking about the sweet man from earlier. Now I just had to wait.

~le time skip to school on the friday before the date~

I walked down the halls, ignoring the calls of faggot screamed at me. I got shoved against the lockers, the force causing my skirt to fly up revealing my lace panties. I fixed my skirt before continuing to walk, my thigh high boots clacking against the linoleum tiles. I reached my locker and pulled out my history text books before stuffing them into my leather messenger bag and strutting calmly down the halls to my next class. 

I walked in and sat at the back, staring at the board. I saw the teacher eyeing my legs and I subtly flipped him off under the table. I knew he saw it the minute his eyes widened and he stared at my face. I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. He flinched away from my burning gaze before beginning his lesson. I zoned out until I heard the bell. “Gerard, please stay back for a second, I need to speak to you.” I rolled my eyes but stayed back, walking up to my teachers desk. 

“Yes? What is so important?” I questioned him. He cleared his throat. “You’re 18 now, that means you’re a legal adult like me, you’re single. Me and my wife are getting divorced, we could maybe try to work something out between us.” he inched his hand up my thigh. I scoffed and moved his hand off my thigh. 

“That's illegal and gross, I'm not a fucktoy and I know your wife isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Fuck off cause im not interested, and if you dont leave me alone, i will report this behavior to the principal and the police, now im going to leave and you’re going to let me.”with that, i picked up my bag and marched out of the room. I snarled at anyone who even looked at me.

When Bert showed up at my locker wearing his signature smirk, I opened my locker, slamming it into his face and hearing it satisfyingly bang against him. He let out a yelp and opened his mouth to yell at me. I turned to face him, “Listen, I’m not in the mood for your hopeless flirting and cry for attention, so fuck off. Mr. Woods just sexually assaulted me and now I have to report him to the authorities. Leave me alone and return to your usual pattern monday, cause then they’ll leave bruises to last all week. Now goodbye hun, have a good weekend.” and having said that, i marched out the front doors of the school with my head held high.

~le time skip to saturday~

I flopped on my bed, checking the time before launching myself back up. I waltzed over to my closet and pulled out dress after dress, laying them out on my bed. I ran my hands over all of them, before picking up two and putting them back. The three still on my bed were all beautiful, but I had to be practical. I eventually chose a pretty pastel pink dress with a black leather belt and little white pumps. I wandered out of my bedroom and into the bathroom, stepping into the shower and turning it on hot. I sat there for a minute before I slowly began shaving my legs.

I got out and wrapped a towel around myself, my feet slapping against the flooring of the hallway. I pulled on my dress, smoothing out the wrinkles before putting on a pair of matching pink panties, pulling the fishnets up over my plus sized thighs. I hum along to a song in my head, jumping around trying to put on my shoes. I finally shoved my feet into the delicate heels from hell and sat at my vanity, deciding on a little bit of lip gloss and eyeliner, before grabbing my purse and checking the time. 7:58pm… shit, I rush down the apartment building stairs just as the clock strikes 8:00. I stand out on the sidewalk as an expensive looking black car rolls up and the window slowly rolls down. Inside it is Frank and I giggle, walking over and opening the car door. 

“Hey Frankie.” I say, grinning. He looks over at me, “Hey baby.” I blush, my face turning as red as a tomato. He chuckles, reaching over and putting his hand on my knee before driving off.

We arrive at the restaurant and the first thing I notice is how expensive it looks. I whimper, looking at frank, confused as to how we’re going to afford eating here. He notices my look of distress and grabs my hand, gently leading me inside. “Don’t worry hun, i can pay for this, you sit there and look pretty and don't look at the prices.” he whispered into my ear. I whimpered again before nodding. I followed after him to our table, seeing the admiring glances thrown at my date. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to why they’re looking at him like he’s their idol or worst fear, the looks are very similar. He’s just frankie, my date, and the sweetest man ever.

We sat down and he reached across the table for my hand, kissing it and holding it, not noticing the stars we were getting. “Ok so, what do you do for a living? What are your passions? What are your fears? What are your hobbies?” he rapidly fired at me, and I chuckled. 

“Slow down cowboy. I’m an artist, I’m passionate about art, music and coffee, I'm afraid of needles, and my hobbies are art and music. Now what about you? I might ask the same.” I chucked the information at him, finishing off with a light laugh.

“Alright, I run a few businesses-” He started.

I pouted at him, “Be specific please, I wanna know if i'm dealing with a drug dealer or a human.”

“I run a few restaurants, clubs, bars, major companies, I'm passionate about getting to know you and hopefully getting you to like me, I'm afraid of losing people like you, and my hobbies are music and hopefully getting you to fall for me.” he said, never breaking eye contact with me. I smiled at the table, blushing madly. He chuckled at my antics and I kicked him under the table. 

“Stop laughing.” I whined, pouting at him. He was still smiling at me and I couldn't help but giggle. “You’re a strange one Frank. You’re the only one who’s stuck around.” he smiles at me and kisses the back of my hand. 

“Maybe it's because I like you more than I should and we barely even know each other. You, my dear, are special and I want to cherish you.” he shot back at me. I blushed harder and kept my gaze on the table, not being able to wipe the smile off my face. My face was actually starting to hurt from smiling so much. I glanced around the restaurant, catching a few people blatantly staring at us and my smile dropped as I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“Why are they staring at us frankie? Did we do something wrong?” I questioned, whimpering. He looked around as if only now noticing the staring people. “Are they making you uncomfortable angelo? I can make them go away and stop staring.” I whipped my head around to face him, my black hair flying around.

“What does that mean frankie? Are you dangerous? Should I be afraid? You don't seem scary, you seem sweet. You shouldn’t hurt others, it's not nice.'' I rambled as he shot death glares towards the other occupants of the restaurant. I glanced around again noticing two very buff tattooed men sitting close to us who appeared to be waiting for some kind of signal from frank. I caught their eye and they glared at me, and I quickly turned away. “Frank, I don't get it, are you like a gang leader or something? Fucking what? You're scaring me.”

He turned back to me, eyes immediately softening. “Im sorry baby, let's get out of here.” with that, he stood up, reaching for my hand and pulling me to my feet. As we walked past the scary men, Frank nodded at them and they stood up, following us out. I grabbed Franks arm and stayed close, keeping one eye on the men behind us. He patted my hand and kissed my forehead. “Nothing to fear baby boy, they’re here to keep us safe. I’m a very important person and you’re important to me so you’re more important.” he reassured me. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to figure out what the hell that means and when Frank had become the mad hatter with his riddles.

I didn't let up my grip on his arm, instead only holding on tighter. I looked up at him and smiled as he met my gaze. I giggled as we reached his car and he opened my door with an exaggerated flourish. I got in and thanked him. He got in the driver's seat and we flew off down the road, a black van containing the men trailing behind us. Frank's hand found its way onto my thigh and stayed there. 

We arrived at the theatre and we chose to see the movie Child's Play. I gripped his hand tightly as we stood in line to get snacks. I was blushing madly because Frank wouldn't stop whispering in my ear about everything and anything going on. I pulled out my wallet to pay, but he pointed to a person and while I was turned away he paid. I turned my attention back to the transaction, seeing Frank paying and I gasped, upset. “I wanted to pay frank. Why would you do that?” I pouted at him and he looked a little shocked at my reaction.

“Sugar, I have money, i wanna spoil you! Is that a crime now?” he said, clearly unnerved by the fact i didnt know that i wasn't allowed to pay. I furrowed my brows. “This is a date and the man has to pay, so why did you try frankie? We all know I have the balls in the relationship.” I giggled as we walked to our seats. I twirled my skirt, listening to my heels clip against the floor. We sat down and the movie began.

Halfway through the film I felt myself being moved ever so slowly into Frank's lap and I giggled quietly, getting up and sitting down on his lap. He sighed contentedly and I curled up to his chest, trying to fight off the sleep that wanted to take over. I eventually gave up and curled up into a tiny ball, pressed against Frank comfortably, letting my eyes shut.

I awoke to Frank lightly shaking me while chuckling. I looked around and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. “Wha-” I yawned, rubbing my eye with my fist. I took in my surroundings, we were driving around in the higher-class suburbs. clearly frank had not wanted to wake me up, so he must’ve carried me, or had me carried out. He looked tired, and I checked the clock. 2:00am I sat up quickly, but got a headrush and rubbed my head. “Shit i'm sorry frankie, i didn't mean to keep you out this late, you’re probably tired.”

“Shh baby, that's not why i woke you up. I wanted to ask if you were ok with sleeping at mine tonight, your house is all the way across town and I really don't feel like driving all the way back. If you want though, I can. Your wish is my command my sweet little baby.” he whispered, and I found myself nodding and falling back asleep to the sound of gentle laughter.

~.~.~.~

I awoke to silk sheets that weren't mine and a warm body that definitely was not my heating pad. I sat up and looked at the body next to me, the memories coming back. “Frank, goodmorning baby.” he groaned and rolled over, covering his head with a pillow. I giggled, getting up and pulling his shirt over my head, before walking to the door. I opened it and was met with a security guard. I poked his shoulder and he looked at me, his eyes meeting mine, dangerously eyeing me to see if I posed a threat. I smiled, and he seemed to relax a little.

“Excuse me Mister, where's the bathroom?”  my half asleep mind not processing the fact that there was a security guard outside of frank’s door. He pointed and I skipped off in the direction he had pointed. I marveled at the beautiful copies of famous paintings on the walls. There was a suspiciously good replica of the mona lisa and starry night hanging on either side of the bathroom door.

I walked in, ignoring the large bathtub and the ten person shower, heading straight to the throne like a toilet. I did my business and then walked over to the large marble basin sink, washing my hands before drying them and walking back to the room where Frank is. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on my clothes that I had come in before turning my attention back to the still asleep frank. “Frank, baby, you gotta wake up. I need to get home, i promised lindsey i would tell her about you and our date. She's gonna think you’re some murderer if i dont get home soon. Who knows, she might send a police officer over.”

That got his attention because soon he sat up, getting dressed in whatever was on top of the clothes pile. “Thanks for waking me up with sugar, I have work to do. I’ll have Francesco drive you home, I'm sorry I couldn't do it myself but ya know… “ he trailed off and i nodded. We walked out of the room and he motioned for a reedy boy over. “Can you please drive my baby here home? Also, once you get back, meet me in my office, we have a few security details to discuss. Actually text me when you drop him off, kapish?” With that he kissed me gently on the forehead before walking in the direction of what I assumed was his office.

I turned and smiled at the thin boy. “Hi I’m Gerard, you must be Francesco. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I stuck out my hand to shake with a bright smile. He took it and nodded, before gesturing to the front doors. We walked out and got into the sleek black car, almost the same as I had arrived in but the seats were black instead of brown. I turned on the radio and bopped along to the Green Day song that was on. Today has been interesting.

I arrived at my apartment building and got out, waving at Francesco before waltzing into the dingy complex. I ran up the single flight of stairs and into my tiny apartment. Everything felt so small after being in Frank's house, with his beautiful art and ridiculously high ceilings. I sat down on my couch and called Lindsey. “Hello? Gerard? Whats up dude?” I sighed and she must’ve seen my heart eyes because she laughed, “Frank got you hooked that bad? Damn dude, that beat Jamia’s record for making me fall in love in 3 days. She’s gonna be pissed.” I giggled and sighed again.

“Oh lindz, he's perfect, I think this is what love feels like. Oh god I can imagine us married with kids living in that big ol’ mansion of his and growing old together.” I sighed again. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Big mansion? Italian? What’s his last name Gee?” she questioned me.

“Iero. Isn’t that beautiful?” I said dreamily, lost in a world of life with frank.

“Iero? Gee do you know…” she left her sentence unfinished and I ignored her. I flopped across the couch, setting the phone down on the table. I stared at my water stained ceiling before picking up a pad of paper, forgetting Lindsey on the phone. I drew Frank’s face again and again, all of his arm tattoos and him with butterflies, roses, down on one knee, in a suit. However I could imagine, I drew. My phone was beeping but I didn't hear it over my thoughts.

~le time skip to school~

I walked up to the school, about to enter before two very buff men stepped in front of me. I recognised them as the men who followed me and Frank on our date and I got confused. “Hello sirs, why are you here? Did I do something? Does Frankie want to see me? He could’ve just texted you know.” the men exchanged looks, before turning back to me. I glanced around, noticing quite a few people staring. One of the men put a hand up to his ear, whispering something I couldn't hear. 

The other man grumbled to me, “Frank sent us to make sure you are secure at all times. We’re going to be following you throughout your day. We will not disturb you or interact with others unless they appear to be a threat to your safety. Did he not tell you any of this?” I shook my head, my mouth twisting to the side.

“Ok, well now that we’ve talked about that, shall we head inside gentlemen?” I asked cheerily, already starting my march into the school doors. My skirt swished and I heard the men behind me growl. I giggled softly, walking to my locker, swinging it open. I noticed people making a wide circle around me, and laughed when I saw the guards making menacing faces at anyone who came within 6 feet of me. I shut my locker and marched off, the guards following me like lost puppies. I entered my class and they followed, taking up position in the corner closest to me. 

Bert walked in and saw me, not having seen the security guards following me down the hall. He walked over and sat on my desk, smiling sickeningly sweetly at me. “Meet me on the football field during lunch, bring some advil.” he winked at me and walked off to join Justin Beiber and Selena Gomez, his cronies. I glanced back at my guards and they were watching Bert closely, and I could tell they already hated his guts.

The teacher walked in and noticed the men right away, confused. “Excuse me sirs, this is not for the public, if i may ask, why are you here?” the guards smirked, holding up a badge i didn't know they had.

“Frank Iero sent us to protect Gerard Way from any harm,” I shrunk in on myself as they continued to speak, “I quote him on this: protect my baby boy from any harm that may come to him, if anyone questions you, give them hell.” I shrunk down into my seat, the usage of baby boy making everyone stare at me with curiosity and new interest. 

The teacher stood there, flabbergasted, “Oh well, if Mr. Iero sent you… then I suppose you can stay, Gerard, stick near those men please.” I smirked at the clearly weirded out teacher. I must say this whole situation is pretty odd.

~le time skip to lunch~

I walked out onto the football field, the guards following behind me, cracking their knuckles menacingly. I giggled as we walked, seeing as I had made them both flower crowns during my free period. I walked over to Bert and smiled warmly at him. He looked nervous and I got confused for a second before remembering the men who were following me. “Don’t worry about them, they’re Frank’s friend and Frank is nice so obviously they’re nice.” I pointed to one of them. “This one is Peiro and this one,” I pointed to the other man who was smiling at my antics, “this one is Cristofano, they’re super chill and I like them a lot.” Cristofano waved at them, trying his best to look friendly. 

I tittered at him before meeting Bert’s gaze. “Now, what is it you wanted to meet out here in the middle of a football field with Advil for? You’re cutting into my flower crown making time and I promised Frank I would make him one.” I turned back to Cristofano, grinning childishly. “Don’t you agree he would look adorable in a flower crown? Oh maybe we could have a picnic and you and Peiro should come because I think that Peiro likes you,” Peiro shifted, clearly embarrassed as Christofano gave him a slight smile, “and I know you like him back, and you two would be so cute together and oh my I completely forgot about Bert.”  I gasped, having forgotten about the greasy old bully. I turned around, seeing a look of pure wonder and confusion on his face as he watched our exchange. “Oh Bert I’m sorry but I have to cut this meeting short because I have flower crowns to make. I would like to do this again sometime soon, it was very enjoyable. Ta-Ta now darling.” I wiggled my fingers in his direction before turning around and grabbing Christafano’s hand and dragging him off to the patch under the bleachers where the flowers grow.

~le time skip to after le disaster called school~

I walked home with Christafano’s hand clasped tightly in one of my hands, and Peiro’s hand in the other. I dragged them to my apartment as they tried dragging me into the car so they could drive me home claiming it was safer that way. I of course won the argument and that’s how we ended up here, Me dragging two fully grown men in suits and bullet proof vests wearing flower crowns down the street to a dingy apartment. If anyone saw, they might think it was a stripper show gone wrong. I giggled at that thought as we drew closer to our destination.

We walked up the stairs and I unlocked my door before marching inside. Peiro took up the post outside my door as Christafano followed me in, laughing like an idiot. “Sorry for the mess Christo, I did not know that I would be having such esteemed guests like Frank’s guards.” I cleared off the couch, putting all my notebooks onto an overflowing shelf that was far too full to hold more art books. Christafano watched in amusement as I tried to shove all of my art pads onto the shelf, eventually settling for setting them in a pile on the floor.

I walked back over to the couch and flopped down, groaning.

Christafano laughed, his chest rumbling as he watched. “Frank asked me to bring you to his home at 3:00 so we have about 15 minutes for you to mope about or get dressed. Now hurry up please, if you're late he’s gonna be mad.'' I whined as I stood up and moped to my room, grabbing a black skirt and a pink sweater before getting dressed, grabbing a notebook and pen, and walking out to Christafano, twirling about. He clapped before gesturing to the door. I walked out and stood next to Peiro, laughing at his expression. “Christafano is going to get the car from the parking lot where you left it and then we are going to drive you to Frank’s where you will stay the night as per his orders.” Peiro emotionlessly stated. 

I made a noncommittal noise and banged my head against his forearm repeatedly. It only took 15 minutes for Christafano to get back and in that time I had gotten Peiro to give me a piggyback ride all around the apartment complex.

~.~.~.~

We arrived at Frank’s house and my door was opened by a nameless man who seemed kind enough. I hurried up the front steps and through the large doors that were opened by more nameless men, all avoiding my gaze and all with a secretive smile on their faces. I looked around the entry hall while taking off my shoes. “Frank?!” I called to the seemingly empty house. “You there Frank?'' I heard the pitter patter of what sounded like thousands of tiny paws skittering towards me and I looked down, seeing an army of tiny dogs hurtling at me, followed by a laughing Frank. I gasped and sat on the floor, letting the dogs crawl over my lap.

I laughed as a little black rat looking dog licked my face and sat directly on my balls, making me double over in pain. “Fuuuuck dude why?'' I groaned, gently lifting the dog out of my lap. Frank laughed and I flipped him off, still clutching my crotch. I hissed as I stood up and took away my hands, the pain receding. As soon as the pain was gone I reached out and backhanded Frank in the balls, laughing when his face scrunched up and he fell to his knees. “That's what you get for laughing at me biotch.” he flipped me off and i giggled

“Sorry baby, it's just called revenge, get used to it.” I winked at him. He straightened suddenly and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, spanking me before running off down the hall. I screamed and started laughing as he ran through the many corridors. We arrived at a sliding glass door that he pulled open, leading to a pool. I shrieked, still giggling like a maniac. “Put me down! Put me down! Don’t you dare do what i think you’re about to do.” He laughed, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, blue light from the pool reflecting off onto the walls in swirling patterns.

“It's called revenge baby, get used to it.” I gasped before he threw me into the pool. I hit the surface and stayed under for about a minute before swimming to the surface and gasping for air. I laughed and splashed him with water.

“C'mon baby, c'mon! The water is simply divine.” I choked out around my laughter, swimming to the shallow end. He grinned at me before peeling off his shirt. He pulled off his socks and his pants quickly followed before jumping in, creating large ripples. I smiled before tugging my skirt and boots off, my sweater following. 

He swam over to me and pulled me into his embrace, and I smiled against his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating off of him. I rested my chin against his pecs looking up at his perfect jawline, tracing it with my fingertip, smiling softly as he held me tighter to his chest. He looked down at me and I blushed, burying my face into his neck, he chuckled and I felt the vibrations run through me. I tucked myself closer to him, nuzzling his neck as the water swayed us around.

I looked up again and met his gaze, watching his eyes swoop over my upper half, from my dripping wet hair, pausing on my lips before traveling down to my collar bones. They traveled back up to my lips, holding me captivated as I gently pushed myself closer to him, leaning in slowly. He leaned in closer and I felt his breath fan over my lips gently, the hot breath making my face heat up in unimaginable ways. I moved one of my hands up to the side of his face, pulling him in. Our lips touched and fireworks went off in my stomach, I held him against my lips as we stood there, tentatively kissing each other in the dark blue lights, swaying with our hair dripping wet.

We clamored out of the pool, wet feet slapping against the tile floors as we pulled on our soaking wet clothes, puddles forming at our feet. I smiled softly as Frank put his arm around me, guiding me up the stairs to his room. I sat on the floor, avoiding the carpeting and sheets that cost more than all my belongings combined. The only thing I could think about while staring at the bed is sharing it with Frank, cuddling on it, sleeping on it, even doing a few x rated things.

I smiled at the thoughts of cuddling and willed away the nasty thoughts that invaded my head.

He turned back to me, walking out of his closet before passing me a hoodie that was 5 times too big and a pair of boxers. I smiled and turned him around before pulling off my soggy skirt and sweater and my underwear, (I feel uncomfortable writing panties) I glanced at Frank’s shirtless back, admiring the art splayed across his shoulder blades down his spine to the waistline that I wasn’t going to look below just yet. I blushed and looked away, the temptation to let my eyes wander far too strong. I tapped Frank on the shoulder when he was done dressing and made grabby hands. He chuckled and picked me up, holding me as one might hold a koala. I borrowed my face into his neck, breath rebounding into my nose, making my nose scrunch in disgust.

“Hey baby, are you hungry?” Frank asks, gently bouncing me. I shook my head, closing my eyes. “Cwuddles.” I pouted, pressing my face further into his neck. He chuckled at my antics and walked over to the bed, still bouncing me gently. We sat on the bed and he tucked me into his chest, humming softly. I felt my eyes growing heavy as sleep soon consumed me.

~.~.~.~

I awoke to the feeling of Frank gently shaking me, whispering in my ear for me to get up. I groggily opened my eyes and rubbed them with the back of my hand, upset I had been awakened. I pouted up at him, and his eyes visibly softened, already melting and I haven't even said anything.  I felt myself being lifted up and out of bed. Frank walked to the door and gently walked down the stairs, careful not to drop me as we walked into a dining room the size of my apartment. He sat down with me on his lap, bouncing his knee as I played with his fingers.

I whined when he took away his hand to eat and grabbed his fingers, splaying them across my hand. He continued eating and bouncing me on his lap, grunting when I pulled his fingers too hard. I stuck my fist in my mouth as I continued to wave his hand about, so focused I didn't notice Frank’s eyes on me or his hushed muttering with a man in a suit or him signing papers. The bouncing never wavered as I played. I got bored a little over an hour later and turned my attention to Frank’s face and more importantly the food left on his plate. I took my hand out of my mouth and grabbed a potato, stuffing it in my mouth as fast as I could.

I stuffed my face with the leftover potatoes and the piece of bread that was suspiciously buttered as if waiting for me to eat it. I looked at the green beans and pouted, pushing away the plate. I turned to Frank, who was still bouncing his leg. I smiled at him with food all over my face and he laughed softly, wiping my face with a napkin. I buried my face into his neck and felt myself getting drowsy again. I tugged on his shirt before balling the material up in my fist and falling asleep in his still bouncing lap. 

~.~.~.~

I awoke in a dark room, wooden bars surrounding the mattress I was sleeping on. I realized I had slipped into little space, and started to panic. I called for frank and heard soft footsteps approaching the door. The door opened, washing the room in light. I rubbed my eyes as I adjusted to the light, slowly recognizing the figure in the doorway. I smiled at him, desperately trying to get out of the crib. He chuckled. “Feeling big Gee? I need you to be big now baby boy.” I groaned and nodded, not feeling like talking. He lowered the crib wall and I jumped out, stretching. 

My stomach rumbled and he laughed, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. He grabbed some cheese and water, passing them to me, before leading me into a small living room with a tv. I smiled as I looked at him, before the date on the tv home screen caught my eye. I started to panic. I had missed one whole day of school. Shit shit shit shit im so gonna get suspended or detention. I'm most definitely getting in trouble. He must’ve seen my worry because he glanced at the T.V.

He looked back at me, clearly confused. “School.” I whispered and he almost laughed. 

“Sugar you don’t need to worry, I own the school, it’s ok.” he reassured me. He pulled me into his lap, running his fingers through my hair, making me mewl. I snuggled closer to his chest, whimpering when he stopped petting me. He put his hand back and I sighed, grabbing a blanket. I threw it over the both of us and turned on the tv, choosing to watch the critically acclaimed Godfather, much to Frank's amusement.

~time skip~

I arrived at school, smoothing out my skirt as I walked through the doors, closely followed by Christafano and Peiro. Bert called to me but I ignored him, as Peiro had instructed for me to do. I pranced over to my locker and grabbed my pink pencil case and sketchbook, ignoring the textbooks, as Frank had told me to do. I turned to Christafano and smiled, making him grin right back at me. I walked into class a little early, as to get my regular spot, but it appeared it was already taken by Bert and his friends. I pouted, but turned away and went to get a different seat, but Peiro growled and grabbed my hand, marching over to Bert. “Excuse me, I do believe that’s Gerard’s seat. Now move, Frank has given me permission to kick your ass after that last stunt you pulled.” Bert paled, and stood up, faster than I had ever seen him move. Peiro snapped his fingers and Christafano pulled out the chair, shoving Justin and Selena away from the table. I gasped at the violence but was still grateful for someone standing up for me. I sat down in my seat and Christafano pushed me in. I giggled, and patted the seats on either side of me for the both of them to sit. Christafano sat and I leaned on his shoulder, putting my sketchbook on the desk and flipping to a new page, sending a reassuring glance at Christofano before rolling back my eyes, feeling him shift in worry next to me. I put my pencil down on the page and felt my hand start to move, humming quietly and filling my head with thoughts of flowers and skulls and vampires and bunnies. An hour later, the bell rang and I rolled my eyes back to the proper direction. I glanced down at my picture, a bunny skull with flowers growing out of it. I found it odd there were no vampires, but it is what it is. I sighed, standing up, walking out of the classroom. I ignored the sound of the guards rushing to catch up behind me. I walked out to the football field where the flowers grow under the bleachers. A tiny object caught my eye, and I stared at it, trying to make my brain register the item. It was a bunny skull with flowers growing out of it, just like the one I had drawn. I brushed it off as a simple coincidence, sure this was just something I had missed the other day.

~.~.~.~

I walked into Frank’s house, sneaking around, searching for him. I walked into his bedroom, his shirt off. I was about to walk up and pounce on him, before I noticed a tattoo of his, it was a skull with the word “Watch Out.” on it. There was a snake swirling out of its mouth holding a rose between its teeth. It looked almost exactly like something I had drawn and I got confused, before brushing it off and tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He turned sharply, reaching for the waistline of his pants before he registered it was me and smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. I still must’ve looked confused and he furrowed his eyebrows right back at me. “What is it principessa? Is something wrong?” I opened my mouth to comment on his tattoo but I soon shut it, thinking that maybe I should keep this dilemma private. I shook my head, before walking into his arms and clinging onto him.

He chuckled and hugged me gently back, rubbing reassuring circles on my back. I brushed aside all my negative thoughts. Surely this man could never do anything bad, he’s so sweet to me. He takes care of people.

I stared at the floor, shuffling my feet. I felt uncomfortable in the giant kitchen, watching Frank make dinner, his top off for a reason I did not know. He bounced around, metaphorically of course, Frank is too civil to bounce about in the kitchen. I was not, but we don’t talk about that. I tugged on the sleeve of the hoodie Frankie had given me, blushing when he glanced over his shoulder at me. He must've seen the redness of my face, because he burst into that beautiful smile that I could stare at all day. I rubbed my eye with my fist, trying to stay awake for as long as possible. 

~.~.~.~

We were eating late, much later than I was used to. His face softened at the simple action and walked over to pick me up, putting me on his hip. I smiled at him and kissed his nose, watching him start to blush. I put my head on his shoulder, my butt resting comfortably on his hip bone that he had managed to jut out in a way that appeared so sassy it almost outsassed me. ALMOST. I wrapped my legs around his middle, rubbing my face into his neck, trying to get him to consume me with his flesh. 

He went back to stirring whatever was in the pot on the stove rubbing my lower back with his thumb and holding me up with his arm. I was slowly falling asleep to the sound of his humming and his near constant rocking as he waited for dinner to finish cooking. 

“Wake up baby boy, dinner’s ready.” I grumbled and buried myself further into Frank. He gently pried me off of him, setting me in a chair. I whined and didn't untangle my legs from around his waist, instead clamoring back up onto his back, refusing to let go. “Baby you have to let go, please baby, be a good boy.” I shrieked and kicked as he tried to set me down again, accidentally kicking him in his prince parts. He groaned, clutching at his big boy area, crumpling beneath me. I jumped off his back and ran as fast as I could. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, catching up. I made a hard left down a random hallway, hearing the footsteps slowly multiplying behind me. I shrieked and took another hard turn up some steps and down a dark hall that smelled like it hadn't been used in years. It smelled like blood and death and I slowed, no longer hearing the footsteps behind me. I watched my footing, careful not to step in the dark puddles of metallic smelling liquid with my baby blue socks. I squealed when I heard a squeak under my foot, and I glanced up seeing a man staring right back at me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. Bert. It was Bert. Bert was here, in Frank’s house. Tied up by a chain to a wall in what appears to be a cell. I was panicking, wondering what the hell was going on. He stared into my eyes and slowly blinked, and that was when I moved. I turned and ran back down the dark hall that smelled of blood, through the corridors, and back to the kitchen where a few guards and Frank were gathered. Frank noticed me staring, glancing down and seeing the blood on my socks. “Merda.” he turned to his guards “Perché hai lasciato che accadesse? Idioti, avete rovinato tutto!” he screamed at them in rapid fire Italian. He turned to me, plastering an obviously fake smile on his face. 

“Principessa, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what's wrong.” I stared in disbelief. How could he not know Bert was in a strange cell in an under used corridor in his house only a floor above us. “B- Bert is in your house- Frankie he was tied to a wall and I wanna believe you don't know about this but honestly I'm not sure if you're the man I thought you were.” something in his eyes broke, and he looked almost pitiful, like a kicked puppy.

He dismissed his guards with a flick of the wrist. He tried to approach me but I backed away from him, grabbing a fork off the counter beside me to protect myself. “Baby please, I’m sorry, let me explain. I’m sorry you had to see that.” I screeched when he tried to get closer to me, my hand with the fork in it shaking. “Y- you’re a monster. Who are you? Really. Don’t try to bullshit me like you did before, telling me how ‘you’re a businessman who happens to have enemies.’ businessmen don't have high school bullies locked in their houses. Hell, they don’t even date high schoolers, unless you're one of those old sleaze bags. I’m barely fucking legal and you’re like what? 25? Jesus this is bad. Just- let me and Bert go and stay away from us, I don’t want to see you anymore you creep.”

I ran to his room, grabbing my clothes as he stood in the kitchen, staring at where I had stood, frozen in utter pain. I know he wouldn’t give up that easily and I know he will probably have someone trail me for weeks until I confront him about it. I shed his hoodie and his boxers and pulled on my skirt and shirt. I ran back down the stairs, picking up my backpack where I left it by the door. Checking I had my phone in my jacket pocket, I walked out the door, feeling his guards eyes on me. I glared right back at them as I heard the front door swing open. “Gerard! Merda merda merda. GERARD!” he called after me, and I didn’t even turn around. 

I flipped him off over my shoulder, walking out the gates and turning to my apartment, gazing over the fence into the gardens, seeing a tree hung with masks looking like trapped souls. I brushed it off as another eccentricity of a rich man who’s never been told no. I walked into my apartment, finally letting myself break down, calling Lyn-z. “Hey gee, whats up hun?”

“C- Can you come over? I stuttered out before breaking down completely into nothing but a waterfall of tears.

~.~.~.~

Lyn-z rubbed circles in my back, just like Frank did when I was upset, but her’s felt better because I knew she wouldn’t leave me. I snuggled into her side, upset with the news of what Frank did for a living and the fact I would probably never be safe ever again. I had given up on crying, settling for curling up against her side, having no intention of letting her go.

~.~.~.~

I walked into school with my head hung down, not wearing a skirt, instead trading it for black skinny jeans, doc martens, and a far too big hoodie. I was sad, yes, but the outfit was just a show for the person who was currently tailing me, not so secretly I might add. It was the same reedy looking boy who drove me home. I smiled and turned around waving to him, he looked startled that I had noticed him watching me. I turned and flounced into the school.

I walked to my locker, ignoring the looks I got for NOT having bodyguards now. I smiled at everybody walking by, happy that I could be near people again. I walked into class, smiling at the teacher before sitting in the seat that was now, unquestionably, mine. I turned to the front of the class right as the boy walked in, dressed as any teenage boy would. “Class, this is Adrian, he’s going to be here for the next few weeks for a foreign exchange thing the school signed up for. Please be nice, he’s travelled all the way from Italy to be here with us.” The teacher announced to the unsuspecting class.

 Lies, lie after lie these people have told me, i thought, unconsciously pouting. I didn’t hear my teacher asking me to raise my hand so the new kid would know where to sit, I didn't see “Adrian” sit next to me, I didn't see him pull out his phone to text someone, glancing at me from time to time, never saying anything. I refused to see them, because that would mean this wasn’t just some horrible dream, this was reality, and sadly, reality had it in for me.

I walked out of the school, flouncing angrily off down the road to my apartment. My day had been full of “Adrian” sharing all my classes and not leaving me alone. Of course we had never spoken, not even made eye contact for more than a few minutes. I saw a van following along behind me, never passing me, but following me obviously. I kept walking, not showing signs of seeing it, hoping it would go away. I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling my taser and pepper spray, fully prepared to fight. I heard a van door open and I turned around, pulling out the taser.

I glowered at the big, thuggish man looking awfully surprised to see me prepared. I lashed out, spraying him with the pepper spray before tasing him in the chest. I turned around when I heard distinctive footsteps, doing the same to the other man. I panted, leaning over, before feeling a hand on my shoulder and another wrapping around my neck. I screamed and bit down on the arm, hearing the man cry out in pain. His grip loosened and I took my chance to run. I ran past my apartment building, past the old K-mart and into the better neighborhood where I knew Frank had people everywhere, watching every street. I shrieked when I heard the footsteps still following me, turning around and giving the man a solid right hook right in the face.

I turned back around, continuing to run, my combat boots both being helpful and hindering me at the same time. I turned a corner, leaning against a random wall, panting. I saw a second indistinguishable van pulling slowly around the corner and I started sprinting again, knowing I couldn't do this forever. The bastards knew that and would continue chasing me till the adrenaline wore off and I gave up. I heard footsteps again before being yanked backwards into an alley.  I screamed at the top of my lungs, hearing it echo off the walls of the alley.

The man grunted, slapping his hand over my mouth. With the other hand, he grabbed his walkie talkie “Got the boy sir, got Frank’s boy. Put up a real fight. Bringing him in now.” He clicked it off before securing my hands behind my back. Now let me tell you, most of the time, I’m down for being restrained, it’s nice even, makes life exciting. This however was not a nice kind of restraining, my lack of boner can state that fact for me better than I ever could.

I palmed my taser, before stretching back and tasing him right in the crotch. He groaned and let go of me completely. I turned and grabbed his head, ramming my knee into it, hearing a sickening crunch. My black leggings were soon a darker shade than before, and I must admit, it was disturbingly pretty. I turned back around, walking out of the alley way, knowing I had blood on my face. I smiled at a random woman on my journey to Frank's house, and she smiled right back, giving me a confused look.

I walked up the driveway of Frank's house, marching past the workers, glowering at everyone who even looked at me. I waved my hands, dismissing the people who tried to open the doors, preferring to throw them open myself. I marched into the forte and yelled at the top of my lungs, “Frank you need to tell your little mafia friends to stop trying to kidnap me, they ruined my pants with their blood.” I heard the army of dogs before I heard Frank's footsteps. I dismissed everybody nearby and crossed my arms as he entered the forte, a frown on my face, made all the more menacing by the blood on my face. I leaned down and picked up a small dog before marching past frank and up to where his office was before pushing open the door and stopping dead in my tracks.

I turned back to Frank who looked semi-guilty, semi-pleased with himself. I turned back to the room, where Lindsey and a boy in a collar were sitting. I raised my eyebrow at her and she whimpered. She actually whimpered. I turned to the boy in the collar and crossed my arms. I turned to the both of them before pointing to the door. They both got up and scampered out of the room. I walked around the desk, sitting in the chair that was normally Frank’s. I set the dog down in my lap where it settled down as I propped my legs up on the beautiful mahogany wood. I gestured for Frank to sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs where his clients normally sat. “Frank, hun, we need to talk. We both know I will never be safe again because of you and your dumb mafia business. We also both know I do not like the fact that you have someone tailing me in school. We both share this information and yet you continue to do these things, hell you’ve even got my best friend involved. You really are a creep.” The dog rolled over in my lap as I scratched it, wiggling about happily. “You owe me a new pair of leggings as well, these are stained, you know what size I am, I've seen the lingerie you bought for me. I want one body guard with me at all times and I get to choose who it is. Meet these demands by Monday before I really start some shit. Ask Christafano where my apartment is, oh, and tell that dear man that I say hello and he finally found a princess to protect.” I smirked before getting up and walking out of the office, leaving him speechless “Oh and this dog likes me, I’ll keep it as insurance you meet my demands.” I marched down the stairs, with the dog in my arms. Grabbing one of the ties left by the door, tying it around the dog’s collar, walking out the door. I smirked when I saw the workers staring at me with their mouths open. I knew this dog was his favorite, Sweet Pea was her name I think. She was an odd looking dog, but the sweetest little monster. I walked down the road and back to my apartments, satisfied with my day.

~.~.~.~

I waltzed out the door when I heard a knock. The weekend had flown by and it was monday already. I opened the door and smiled when I was met with the gleeful face of my friend. I squealed and wrapped him in a hug before pulling away and grabbing the leggings out of his hands, making small talk as I put them away and bustled about the kitchen, getting mugs and making coffee before walking to my room to get dressed for the day.

 I walked out to see Christafano on his phone texting Peiro. The two of them were madly in love and they weren’t going to fall apart like me and Frank EVER. I swear, the two of them were inseparable. I’m thinking of making a demand to have Peiro join his boyfriend in the task of guarding me. I didn’t even need a bodyguard in all honesty, I just wanted a friend who I could trust. 

My phone vibrated and I glanced at it, seeing it was a call from Lindsey. I left it on the counter, sipping my coffee and chatting with my friend, ignoring the near constant stream of notifications of calls and texts from Lindsey. The clock hit 7:30 and we had to leave, arriving at school around 10 minutes early, stopping at my locker as we chatted. I swear Christafano was like a teenage school girl all over again. Leaning on the lockers, giggling, chatting with me and smiling at people. We walked into the class a bit early, grabbing my seat at the back and continuing to chat until “Adrian” walked in. We sneered at him as he tried to get a seat near us, eventually giving up and sitting at the front. We laughed as he glowered at us, upset.

~.~.~.~

On the way home, Christafano’s phone was buzzing off the hook. People were clearly panicking on the other end but we opted not to answer, choosing instead to listen to the buzzing become more furious, like an angry bee or a five year old child after being told no. Something must’ve happened, they would never go against my demands unless it was serious. When his ringtone went off for the 15th time, I got sick of it and grabbed it from his pocket before he could stop me and picked it up. “Hello? What the hell do you need?” I angrily spat into the phone, hearing someone’s breathing hitch on the other line.

 “Gerard? Oh thank fuck you’re ok.” the voice breathed on the other line, letting out a happy breath. I rolled my eyes, making a face at Christofano, making him let out a quiet giggle. “Yes, I am, now why the hell are you calling? In case you don’t remember, I told you not to contact me or Chris unless it was an emergency.”

“Well, we caught wind of a plot to hurt you and I panicked I guess?” I could basically see him rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. I rolled my eyes before hanging up abruptly, grabbing Christafano’s hand and leading him to my apartment, not noticing the man following us a few blocks back.

I marched into my room, flopping on the bed. “Chris,” I whined, “can you please make me some coffee?” I dragged out the vowels. He laughed before walking back out into the kitchen, and I could hear him shuffling around, before there was a heavy thump. I walked out of my room, walking into the kitchen, noticing all the lights were off. “Chris?” I softly called, before a hand reached around from behind and wrapped around my mouth, then everything went black.

~.~.~.~

I awoke with a scream, only for my mouth to be covered once again, having another wrapped around my waist, holding me still. I thrashed about, trying to bite the person's fingers. I felt my teeth make contact with one of their fingers and bit down hard, making the person let out a yelp and flinch against me. Pulling away from them I could see clearer now. I whipped around and growled at the person, drinking in their features while backing away. The man looked surprised at my reaction, their eyes wide. I bared my teeth and growled again, before feeling a bump under my feet.

My eyes widened, we were in a car? No, a van, a large van at that, that's why I hadn't hit the wall when I backed away. I jumped and the car shook. My face grew into a grin. I bounced up and down, watching the man who had been holding me listen to the sound of the truck’s internal workings slowly get more and more strained until the last fateful jump, the back springs broke, and the van hit the back wheels. He leaped up, growling, before grabbing me and tackling me to the floor. I landed with an “oomph” before throwing my head up into his, knocking him off of me, shoving him away.

 We were now going an indeterminable amount of speed on 2 working tires and dragging the back half of the truck. I smiled at the man, knowing he was scared. I reached into my pocket for my taser before cursing and withdrawing my hand. It was gone.

I turned to the man who had righted himself, charging at him full speed, knocking him to the floor. I grabbed his nose and yanked before scurrying to the van's doors. I pulled on them and eventually got them open, turning to see the man staggering to me, his nose at an odd angle gushing blood. I turned to the open doors, seeing the road rushing below, before leaping off. I landed on the floor, in an almost superhero like pose. I launched to my feet and scrambled away off the road, searching for any sort of discernible landmarks.

I wrinkled my nose as the smell of gas reached my nostrils, a gas station coming into view. I walked in, spotting a dingy looking man smoking a cigarette behind the counter. I leaned on the glass, “Can I borrow your phone please sir?” he took in the bruises and cuts bleeding on my face, his face like stone. “What happened to you?” he responded gruffly, not responding to my question. I glowered, huffing. “Not important, I need to make a call. Now.” I added a sickening smile at the end. He muttered something about there being no respect for the lower class these days while pointing to the other side of the store where a white phone was located, and it was then I realized, I had no one to call. I considered calling Lind-z but decided against it. I couldn’t trust her. I had no choice, I picked up the phone, dialing my brother’s number.

~.~.~.~

“Hello?” he answered the phone, and I could hear the smoke in his lungs. I smiled faintly. “Hey Mikes, it’s Gee, I need some help.” I could hear him cough in surprise, soon turning into a hacking then a horrible retching sound. “Gerard? You need help? Mr. Move out at 16 because of being an ‘independent man?’ YOU need my help? Oh this is golden.” I winced at his admonishments, the reminders of my stupid mistake.  

“Listen, I’m sorry ok? I’m fucking sorry, just, can you come pick me up? I’m at a gas station.” I pleaded, hearing him sigh heavily, and the shaking of a set of keys.

“Fine, fucking fine, just,” he hesitated “don’t just cut us out again. Mom and I miss you Gee, I know she’s not the nicest but still, she’s our mom.” I winced at the word mom, never wanting to hear it again. “Where are you Gee, I can’t pick you up if I don't know where I'm driving to.” I let out a fake chuckle, looking around for any sign of where I was. My eyes got stuck on a sign and widened. 

“U-uh Staten Island.” I trailed off. Holy shit I was far from Belleville. Mikey whistled, bringing me back to earth. 

“Did you follow a guy out there or something? How’s that Bert guy? Weren’t you two a thing?” I closed my eyes, willing away the thoughts of all the nights I spent with the man who was once my lover, but is now just my abuser.

 I rubbed my forehead, willing away the tears that were threatening to fall, “Yeah, uh yeah we’re fine, we’re engaged.” I heard him sigh, he knew I was lying, he knew that Bert went out with other people, he knew my secrets, he was disgusted by them too. I started to breathe heavier, panicking.

 “Yeah, ok, uh, I’ll come pick you up, stay where you are please Gee,” he hesitated, “love you.” the last part was almost inaudible but I still heard it, letting out a breath.

 “Love you too Mikes.” I whispered, before hanging up the phone.

~.~.~.~

I drummed on my knees, sitting on the disgusting sidewalk, waiting for Mikey. I saw a man that resembled Bert pull up to the corner of the gas station with a guy on his lap and a girl with her ass up in the air. I bit the inside of my cheek. Hearing a car roll up in front of me I stood up, smiling when I saw Mikey hanging his hand out of the window, beckoning me to enter his beat up car.

 I pulled open the passenger side door, getting in, before noticing the two people sitting in the back of the car. “Pete? The hell? And Frank? Really? Mikes why is Frank here?” I raised my eyebrows, asking Mikey for an explanation as to why he had an emo from a backyard band and a mafia leader in his backseat. He smirked. 

“Pete is my boyfriend, and Frank is an old friend. Ignore them, why the hell are you out in the middle of Staten Island? Where are those bruises from? Does Bert hit you?” Frank’s fists clenched at the mention of Bert. I glared at Frank before turning back to Mikey. I twisted my face into a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. 

“It’s a long story baby bro, one day I’ll tell you, not now, but one day.” He smiled at me and I smiled back, turning to the window and zoning out.

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Aloha Aroha!!! Oh my gooooodddonanbzalhihxkhx YOU ARE JUST THE CUTEST THING WOW PURE I NEED TO PROTECC!!! Question for today.... what’s your favorite moment you have had with your best friend?

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Okay this gonna get kinda long so I’m gonna put it under a read more

Okay so theres a few. With my group of friends who have been my best friends since the high school, I would say graduation. People usually say that once college begins, thats it for your high school friendships. But that wasn’t the case for us. Graduating high school just meant that we wouldn’t see each other in this building that made us friends in the first place anymore. We still talk every day, we still meet up as often as we can, and despite some of us being in different classes or different colleges, we haven’t drifted overall. These are the friends that I watched grow up and mature into different people with me in high school, and they’re going to continue to grow up alongside me for a long time in the future. Graduation was simply a milestone that marked all of us making it through high school and beginning another chapter of our lives together despite the fact that we wouldn’t have as much time to see each other anymore.

Out of that group is friend who’s been my best friend since the 9th grade. We’ve had a lot of funny and memorable moments over the years but I’ve got to say that one of my favourite ones is when she came to Six Flags with my cousins and me. My cousins are a big part of my life and they’re practically my siblings but she’d never spent time around them so I was lowkey worried about how everyone would get along but she actually fit in with us perfectly. We all have the same sense of humor and just joked around and had a fun time all day. It was really nice knowing my best friend could get along with my cousins and vice versa because they’re all some of the most important people I have in my life.

And then there’s Sydney. God, where do I even start with her. Sydney is my best friend. Despite not having known each other for a long time, it feels like when we started talking, something between us just clicked. We’d been mutuals for a long ass time, and then I kid you not, I literally reblogged this fucking post and IMMEDIATELY got this ask and that was literally how we became friends. It hasn’t even been a full fucking year, but Syd and I have come a long way since then. My favourite thing about our friendship in general is the fact that we can always talk to each other and be 100% real. Theres no fear or need to hide anything to avoid judgement between us. If I ever need to talk to someone I know I can turn to Syd and she’ll hear me out and she knows it works the same way around for her. We can talk to each other about shit we cant talk to other people about and theres no judgement there, we’re just trying to look out for each other and think about whats best for ourselves and each other. We’ve had nights where it’s just been a long ass day and we start talking to either vent or just to get our minds off shit and it turns into hours and hours of talking, whether its serious stuff or just nonsense ass bullshit and it’s always nice and cathartic. Having someone like that in your life is great because it’s a person that you know will have your back 100% and you also have theirs. And then theres funny Iconic™ moments. I think one of my most memorable moments with Syd was way early on in our friendship, we were on a skype call and watching videos. We’d just been watching whatever together and giving our commentary and we were watching Infinite’s The Eye dance practice and Syd was like “Oh my god do you see that guy on the right there? He is a long ass bitch. He could literally rip his leg off and beat me with it and I’d thank him.” and I was like Mood but also holy fucking shit and we literally laughed for a solid 5 minutes because we were fucking dying. And I think that was also the same night that I experienced Mama.  Now, I’d heard Exo’s Mama before but I’d never actually watched the music video, so Syd was like wtf, fix that right now. So we’re watching and we get to the 4:18 breakdown part in the MV and im like alright bet I’m enjoying this and Syd just kind of offhandedly commented “And now comes the terrifying part” and I’m sitting there like ??? is she kidding? what does she mean terrifying like does she mean something genuinely terrifying or ??? and before I could even ask, I Saw It. And I Understood. What she meant. I was so surprised I literally started crying, like genuine real people tears were streaming down my face as I’m laughing hysterically because I was so surprised and confused and Syd was just laughing at my reaction like “I told you the terrifying part was coming up”. Overall I think that night was the day that marked a milestone in our friendship where we realized like, Im a piece of literal human trash. You are also a piece of literal human trash. We get along fantastically. Lets just embrace the flaming dumpster fire life together and we’ve truly never looked back lmaooo. Wouldn’t you agree @kawaiikpopofsatan?

But uh yeah this got incredibly long haha. Thank you so much for this question it was nice to take a break from studying for my exam on Wednesday to think about some good memories. Hope you’re having a good day. 🤗