#I was rushing in to use the restroom so I didn’t get a pic but it was right there

[b0ba-chan]

Girls in Skirts

summary: suna was just quiet and a little weird pt. 2 pt. 3

pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!Reader

word count: 1400

warnings: creepy!suna, panty stealing/sniffing, nonconsensual up skirt pics, male masterbation, dark, breeding kink

a/n: i’d like to thank @miyangel​ for opening my brain to creepy suna, if this is not your thing do not read it, i put warnings for a reason, send hate and i’ll just ignore it

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“Who’s at the door?” you come downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen, preparing tea. “Ah, it’s my coworker, can you get the door? Also, can you make friends try and make friends with her son? He’s kinda quiet and shy.” 

Of course you agree, you weren’t going to be rude to guests. You run to the door and open it for the two standing behind it. Your eyes first meet a lady, about the same age at your mother and then looking up to see a taller, lankier figure behind her. He was tall and had beautiful, fox-like eyes that never left his game console. You’d be lying if he wasn’t handsome, definitely your type which made you blush, because you know your mom was setting this all up.

“Hello, welcome! I’m (Y/N), please come in,” as you move out of the way for them to enter, you couldn’t help to notice the slight blush on his face when he glanced at you. His mother is cooing at you at how beautiful you are and how much you look like your mother, to which you accept the compliment as you walk them to the living room where your mother sets up tea.

The two older women greet each other and they brush both you and the boy away to hang out. You blush a little and smile up at him. “Shall we go to my room, then?”

Suna couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Being in a room alone with a girl, a pretty one especially? He tries to shake off his nerves, pausing the game to follow you to your room. You continue to ask him basic questions like his name and what school he goes to. Supposedly he goes to Inarizaki as a third year, same year as you but you’re in the neighboring school. 

When you two get to the bedroom, you can’t help to feel a little embarrassed around him. He’s just so tall and gives off such a bored vibe, that you feel like you’re bothering him, but maybe he was just shy. Suna is just leaning on the wall, eyes still on the psp - every once in a while he glances up back at you when you aren’t looking. He takes in your thighs and how the skirt flatters your shape, do you have anything underneath? He feels the crotch of his pants strain slightly, so he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

“Do you want to sit on the bed, Rintarou-kun?” you tilt your head, looking at him on the ground. Wasn’t he uncomfortable sitting there? Your thoughts were shut down when he gave you a curt no and continued to play on his game. Brushing off your anxiety, you go to sit next him to look over at what he was playing. His body tensed up as your scent wafted over him, glancing down at you and your curious eyes boring at the screen.

“What are you playing? Is it fun?” Pestering him with questions to get him to talk, but he barely budges as he only gives you ever more shorter answers than the last. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that you were asking him questions, he’s just trying to hide his fluster since you’re just so close to him. Are you always this touchy with strangers? God you smell so good, it’s already hard enough to be in your room. What would happen if he just pushed your head down to his crotch?

His thoughts were cut off when you got off of the floor, leaving him confused to why you’re getting up. You just didn’t want to bother him anymore, so you go to your bed, rolling on your stomach to scroll through your phone. The silence was comfortable to you, the only noise happens to be from your phone and Suna’s console. But to Suna, the silence was deafening, as he had a clear view of the small silk fabric that barrel covered your ass. Not wanting you to catch him looking, he keeps his console on so you think he’s still busy with his game. 

He takes out his phone, making sure his shutter is off, and continues to take pictures of your cute little panties. Suna’s mind wandered to the thought of you under him with only those pairs on, presenting your beautiful body for only him. What would you do if he climbed on top of the bed, pinning you down as he had his way with you. Would you push him off or would you let him continue? There was no doubt you were attracted to him, he saw you blush earlier so you must’ve thought of him being attractive in some way. Would you flip your skirt up and present your cute cunt for him to breed you, taking him load after load, no matter how sensitive you get. You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want to alarm your mothers, would you? Suna knows his strength, being in the volleyball club for all three years of high school as well as his height giving him an advantage to dominate you. You would be so cute telling him to stop and slow down on your poor, cum-filled cunt, but you’d take it like a good girl. He could tell that you’re a people pleaser just by looking at you.

Before he could keep imagining, you shifting around startled him. His pants strain around his crotch even tighter and his cheeks tinted in a slight pink. 

“Restroom? Where is it?” Suna asks, shocking you out of your trance on your phone. You turn back to look back at him, smiling at him. “Down the hall, on the right, next to my room.”

He excuses himself, stuffing his phone and psp into his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighs at the relief of privacy and looks around the bathroom. This must be your bathroom. Your skin care products were strayed on the sink counter, shower and tub had floral shampoo which he assumed was the reason why you smelled so good. Besides the tub, against the wall was your hamper full of your worn clothes. He goes to open it and his eyes shine at the sight of a few used panties scattered around. He grabs a few and stuffs them in his pocket, keeping hold of the pink lacey ones and takes a hesitant sniff. If his cock could get any harder, it just did. Suna pulls his pants down to jerk off over the toilet as he sniffs your cute little lace. 

He thinks back to what he would’ve done to you earlier in the bedroom, thinking about you calling out his name so he could fill you up. You’d be such a good girl for him, let him use your cunt to breed and fill you up. His orgasm built up so fast at the thought of you, almost falling off the edge and muffling his moans into your panties.

“Rintarou-kun?” You call for his name right when streaks of white cum shoot into the toilet. He grunts and hides the moan, panting softling. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out soon.”

After cleaning up and making sure the panties are stuffed safely in his pocket, he opens the door to see your sweet, smiling face staring back at him. You definitely notice the blush, but you assume he was just shy around you. “Your mother was calling for you to go, do you want to exchange numbers or something?” A flush cover both of you as you ask the question. He nods and exchanges phones for you to type each other's number. 

After that, you two never really talk or text, only every once in a while. When the Spring High Tournament comes around, Suna hears his name being called by a familiar voice. He turns to see you, running to him and waving, wearing Karasuno gear and the skirt you wore the last time you saw him. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Suna blushes, he definitely didn’t forget you after that one faithful day. His heart was racing and guilt rushed through his body, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember you going to Karasuno?”

“Y-yeah, uhh I’m cousins with the captain, had to come and support. Congratulations by the way!” Your giggle causes him to become speechless which made the twins snicker behind him.

[puckngrind]

Marry Me - J. Toews

Song inspiration: Marry Me by Jason Derulo

Warning: swearing, mentions of sex

Word count: 2066

Part 2

🎶105 is the number that comes to my head.

When I think of all the years I wanna be with you. 

Wake up every morning with you in my bed.

That's precisely what I plan to do. 🎶

Your announcement that you accepted a position in Chicago, found a roommate, and leaving your hometown in the matter of 2 weeks didn’t go over well. You didn’t exactly care because you fell in love with Chicago the moment you stepped foot off the plane for the interview. Your best friend went with you to cover up the real motives and you two hit all the suggestions including the way too fancy for you restaurant. This is where you actually ran head first into him. Your head was down making your way to the restroom and he was turning the corner. You made your apologies and your eyes wandered up to the very tall handsome man who’s suit cost more the entire contents of your suitcase. You were sure of it.

“Sorry, my fault.” His fingers brushed your elbow as you scurried past him. Not even giving him a chance to continue. You could feel the pink in your cheeks before even hitting the door. It was a tell-tale sign how embarrassed you were about the run in. Collecting yourself and returning to your table you were attempting to act like you didn’t just physically run into the most handsome man you’ve set eyes on in real life.

“You good (y/n)?” Your bestie, Savannah, takes a long sip of her drink and takes in your mood change.

“Yup, just embarrassing myself like normal.” You pinch your nose and recount the run in...literally.

“Handsome man? Where?” Savannah pops up a bit from her seat to see if she can put eyes on this man. You were focused getting her to stop that when the server placed the drink on the table you physically jumped.

“From the gentleman over there. He sends his apologies.” The server brought your attention to the room off your best friend’s shoulder where the same man you ran into was standing drink in hand and raised it up towards you. You do the same and the silent squeal coming from Savannah’s mouth was only noticeable to you.

“I swear (y/n), if you don’t go thank that fine fine man I’m gonna for you!” You worked up all the nerve possible and walked towards him.

“Thank you for the drink but I really should be apologizing to you.” His smile was intoxicating.

“Call it even then? I’m Jon, and you are?” He puts out his hand to shake yours. You nervously wipe your palm on your dress and place your hand in his.  His grip firm but gentle.

“(Y/N). Are you having a party or something?” You blurt out taking in the room behind him with maybe twenty similarly dressed men loudly joking around.

“Um, something like that.  It’s a work thing.”  You look down at your hands realizing he hasn’t let go of yours.

“So you are from around here?”  You slip your hand out his.  Shocked at how large they were.

“No, I work here.  You?” His stare into your eyes is intense that you some how babble on about the job interview and possible move.  He listens intently.  “This may sound forward, but I would love to show you around if you get the job.”

“OH!  That’s...wow...uh...how will you know?”  You fumble realizing it and bringing your gaze down to your shoes that are kicking at the carpet.

“How about you give me your number and we can start from there?”  His phone comes into view at your hand level.  You nervously type in your number and name and hand it back.

Jon types away and smiles.  “Well, (y/n), I’ll let you get back to your dinner and I’ll talk to you soon.”  He reaches out again to pull your attention to his face before retreating to your respective tables.  

“Your phone vibrated while you were gone.”  Your best friend just looks down at your phone that was face down at the table and then back up to your pink cheeks. 

“Yeah.  I assumed Jon texted me.”  You flip over the phone to find an unknown number.

Jon: Hi, this is Jon.  The man you ran into.  I’m hoping you respond to this after you finish your dinner.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face the next two weeks.  The two of you texted back and forth and he was so excited when you sent him word about the job.  He helped you find a roommate.  One of his co-worker’s girlfriends.  You were slightly concerned about rooming with a stranger but something about how Jon treated you made you trust him.

Jon met you and Savannah at your new place with some of his friends to help move you in.  You didn’t have much by Kelly said you didn’t need much.

“We are going to go clean up and will meet you out to celebrate.”  Jon side hugged you after finishing getting you settled.  You and the girls fall on the couch and start talking.

“So they aren’t all from the US are they?”  Savannah finally questions Kelly.

“Nope.  Actually most of them aren’t.”  Kelly just laughs.

“And what exactly do they do?  Savannah continues.

“I was told not to disclose that information.”  Kelly pops up and heads to change.

“What does that mean?”  Savannah waits to hear Kelly’s door before blurting out.

“I don’t know.”  You think Jon will tell you sooner or later.

“And how can the two of you afford this...in CHICAGO?”  Savannah has moved to the view which you will admit was not what you were expecting.

“Again, I don’t know.”  Kelly emerges as you finish your statement.

“Let’s go ladies!”  She claps and you grab your bags and head to her car.

Jon is waiting for you on the sidewalk.  You take in the third style you’ve seen him in.  Suit, sweats, and now jeans and a button down that hugs him just enough.  All makes him look so damn sexy.  You shake the thought out of your mind.  Savannah snags a pic of you and her before heading inside.

The first night in Chicago was amazing.  Deep dish pizza even though Jon just got a salad, a bar for drinks, then back to your place.  You hardly even looked at your phone but decided to step out to the patio to text your mom.  The door was caught behind you and Jon was standing there.

“Want company?”  He asks.  

“Sure.  Just texting my mom.”  You finally look at your phone since before dinner.  Your brother’s text notification on the screen

Brother: Why is the captain of the Blackhawks behind you in the snap Savannah sent me?

“OH!”  You answer aloud

“Oh?”  He questions.

“My brother says the captain of the Blackhawks was behind me in the picture Savannah sent.  I didn’t even realize.”  You click into snapchat and Jon’s hand stops you.

“So....” He grabs your phone and places it on the table.

“Jon, why did you do that?”  You look up at him.

“I’ve got something to tell you.”  You seem concerned but his soft expression doesn’t make you less worried.

“Ok, what is it?”

“Kelly told me Savannah asked what I did for a living.”  Jon leans against the railing.

“Yeah.  Said you wanted to tell me.”  You lean about two feet from him.

“And I knew when I met you that you had no idea who I was or any of my coworkers.”  

“Should I?”  You question looking back at the gathering in your now living space.

“If you watched hockey, maybe.”  He chuckles a little.  “I am said captain your brother is talking about (y/n).”  Jon’s hand covers yours.

“Holy shit!”  You blurt out.  “How...why...fuck.  Sorry.”  Jon laughs uncontrollably.  “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because I was terrified what you might think.  I like you (y/n).  I’m not sure exactly how you feel about me.”

“I like you too.  Which is weird because this is only the 2nd time we’ve seen each other.”  You look up and Jon has closed the distance.  His hand comes up to your face.

“And knowing what I do doesn’t scare you?”

“Why would it?”  Your eyebrow raises.  

“Some previous women only wanted to date me because of my status.”  He admitted.

“Well that’s dumb.”  You look into his eyes and he smiles.

“It is. Can I kiss you?”  His thumb slides down your cheek.  You nod because your heart is beating out of your chest and words were not forming.  His lips grace yours and that’s where your relationship started.

That was two years ago and you two didn’t spend much time apart.  The first summer you stayed in Chicago and you realized quickly when you met him in Winnipeg that you couldn’t ask him to stay in Chicago with you during summers.  You loved seeing him home in his element.  You moved in that August and found a job that was more freelance giving you a schedule that could bend around his season.

“I love that I get to wake up every morning to you.”  Jon whispers in your ear one morning.

“You mean when you aren’t on the road.”  You giggle.

“Yeah, but your face is the first I see on the road too.”  His lips ghost yours.  “Eventually my career will be over and we will be an old retired married couple.”

“Married couple huh?”  You question as his body presses into yours.

“Not rushed, but yes.  We will be retired in our 40s bugging the hell out of our kids.”  You feel him growing between your bodies as he kisses your skin.  The conversation left to explore each other.

🎶 Will forever be enough, so there ain't no need to rush.

But one day, I won't be able to ask you loud enough.

I'll say will you marry me.

I swear that I will mean it.

I'll say will you marry me.

How many girls in the world can make me feel like this?

Baby I don't ever plan to find out.

The more I look, the more I find the reasons why.

You're the love of my life.🎶

Your phone buzzes with a text while facetiming Savannah.  Your weekly bestie time.

Jon: Wear the dress you wore the night we met and an Uber will pick you up at 7pm.

You: Okay?  Any reason?

Jon: Trust me.  Love you.

With that you went to the back of your closet to fish out the dress and got ready.

As promised the Uber was waiting for you when you left your shared condo.  

“Where are we going?”  You look up from your phone without the driver answering and realize you are heading towards the restaurant you first ran into Jon.  He’s standing out front in the same suit he was wearing that night.  Opening the door he holds his hand out for you.

“J, what are we doing here?”  You eye your handsome boyfriend and he takes your arm in his and escorts you in.  “No one is here Jon.”  You look around at the normally packed restaurant.

“Well, I wanted to bring you back to the place we met.”  He stops at the door where you gave him your number.  “This is the place I realized I needed to know more about you.”  His expression wasn’t one you’ve seen before.

“Same.  I couldn’t stop smiling for two straight weeks.”  You admit and he chuckles breathes in deep.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I to shout out it from the root top that you are mine.”  He starts then reaches into his pocket.  You gasp realizing exactly what was going on.  He gets on one knee and holds your hand.

“I love you with my whole being.  Would you make the the luckiest man on the world and be my wife?”  He pops open the box with one hand to reveal the perfect engagement ring.

“YES!”  You shout as he stands and kisses you passionately.

“Cannot wait to make you Mrs. Toews!”  He places the ring on your left ring hand and you wipe the tear from his eyes.

“I love you Mr. Toews!” You breathe out as he pulls you in.  

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to an unplanned pregnancy (2/2)

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k9.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

Part 1

SAN

Your boyfriend, San grunted when the alarm rang on the nightstand. He almost threw his phone on the floor as he tried to turn off the loud ringtone resounding in the room. When he lay down on the mattress, he felt a cold spot instead of your warm presence. He blinked when he saw that you were not next to him. “Y/N?” he called you, waiting for an answer but he heard nothing. He stood up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and checked in the living-room, still no sign of you. He scratched his head, thinking about where you went at a Saturday morning. Heading to the kitchen, he saw a post-it on the fridge, it was your handwriting. (“Good morning San-ie! I didn’t want to wake you up (You were so cute ^v^). I’m with a friend, I’ll be back in few hours! xoxo”). He felt better after knowing that you were just hanging out with a friend. San glanced at his phone, to look at the hour. “Already 10am? I need to get ready…” he sighed. He walked lazily on the bathroom. As usual he turned on music to get motivation. Unexpectedly, the shuffle played “Baby” by Justin Bieber. As he was humming the lyrics while he was brushing his teeth, when he noticed something unusual on the trash can.

His head tilted in curiosity. It was not his type to look or spy what you threw but the shape of this thing really got his attention. He put his hand in the trash can to grab it. His face decomposed when he saw that it was a pregnancy test. San felt dizzy when he saw 2 lines on it. He made sure to look the instructions on the side. “1 line means not pregnant… 2 lines means pregnant.” He gulped. Since when you were hiding this? Were you really with a friend right now? He spat the toothbrush on the sink and sent a pic of the pregnancy test on ATEEZ’s group chat, maybe his friends could help him to figure it out. [“Look what I found in Y/N’s trash can! What I need to do?!”] Immediately, he saw his friends texting him back, freaking out with him. [“What the hell San??”] Replied Wooyoung. [“Wrap it up before tap it! You wouldn’t be in this situation!”] said Seonghwa. [“Congratulations! I won’t be the baby anymore!”] texted back Jongho. San sighed, none of them was helpful. He froze when he heard your key unlocking the entrance door. “San! I’m home!” you prevent him. You weren’t expecting to see your boyfriend, staring dead at you, holding the pregnancy test you made this morning. “Oh.” Was the only word you could say in this situation. “Since when you know?” he asked. “One week,” you confessed, looking at your feet. He took a deep breath, “why you hadn’t told me earlier?” “Because I made 5 tests and only 3 were positives. I thought that maybe there was a mistake…” you walked up to him, grabbing the pregnancy test. “You were with your friend, this morning? Or it’s a lie?” he asked, raising a brow. “I was at the doctor…” you admitted, looking at San nervously. Your boyfriend was usually happy and always excited but now he was so cold and distant. “Look San, I would tell you of course. But I wanted to be sure at 100%.” He stared at you, “so? Are you pregnant?” You nodded, waiting any reaction but he walked on the living-room and sat on the couch. “San…” you called him softly. “Y/N… it’s a big thing. We can’t get a baby now.” He buried his head on his hands. “San we are grown adults. We can do it! And you were always telling me that you wanted a baby!” “But we are not even living together Y/N!” “We-“ you began, trying to convince him that everything would be okay. “I need fresh air…” he said, grabbing his long coat and his phone. “Where are you going?” you asked him, holding his arm. “I don’t know, I just need to be alone a bit… I won’t be long, promise” He kissed your forehead, trying to reassure you as he could, but it failed.

MINGI

You were watching a movie in your bed with your fiancé, Mingi. While your man was laughing so hard during the whole movie, you couldn’t enjoy it. Your stomach was playing with you since few days. At first, you thought that you ate something bad. But even with a dozen of medicine or cup of tea, the nausea was still stuck on your throat. “He’s so stupid!” laughed Mingi next to you. You giggled awkwardly, trying to reduce the nausea. In vain. You rushed to the bathroom, once again. Mingi paused the movie, walking in the bathroom too. He tried to hide it, but he was worried for you. It’s been the second time you rushed at the restroom, throwing up what you ate earlier. “Y/N… you should see a doctor. It seems pretty serious.” He said, tying your hair. You shook your head, “I’m just sick. It will be fine.” “That’s what you said the last few days but look at you.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I will be fine, don’t worry.” You reassured him, brushing your teeth, once again. Not convinced, he grabbed his phone and typed, “nausea, disease symptoms” in Internet search bar. His eyes narrowed when he found horrible diseases. He bit his lip, trying to see if something was relating to your situation. “Oh! I found an app that can give you your disease just by answering questions!” he yelled happily. You rolled your eyes, “Mingi…” “Shush… it will be better than nothing!” He led with you back on the bed. “So, first question… what are your main symptoms?” he looked at you. You sighed, already tired with this application. “Nausea, tiredness, dizziness…” you enumerated. “Okay… are you hungry? More than usual?” he read. You nodded, “yes”. “Okay. Next question… when was the last time you had an intercourse?” You blushed, “come on Mingi! What are those questions?!” “Yes, you did.” He pressed the button on his phone, ignoring you. “Are you late?” he asked once again. “What they mean by late? At an appointment?” You scoffed, “they are talking about my period, idiot.” “Interesting… so are you?” “Which date are we?” you asked too lazy to look at your phone. “February 5th.” You blinked. You were supposed to get your period 1 week ago. It was strange but you didn’t mind since it’s not constant yet. “Yes, I’m late.” You glanced at Mingi’s phone to see what the app was saying. “Okay I think, it’s over. We need to wait.” He kissed your forehead. You focused back on the movie but when finally, everything started to be interesting, his phone buzzed on the bed. “Results are here!” You pinched his forearm, “it’s just an app! Not a real doctor!” “That’s better than nothing since you are a scared baby!” He teased you. After few seconds, you asked him, “So, what is saying your incredible app?” you giggled. “Pregnancy.” He said straight. You stared at him in shock. He showed you the screen and read,” Nauseas and a constant hungriness is the first symptoms of pregnancy, adding an irregular period date, could be caused by a pregnancy.” “That’s bullshit Mingi!” You said lying back on the bed. Internally, you were freaking out. It’s true than last time Mingi got an accident and you accidentally forgot the morning after pill. But it was not the first time it happens. “I think that you are pregnant,” said your fiancé, looking at your seriously. “I can’t be pregnant.” You cut him straight in this idea. “You are throwing up! You are sleeping more than usual too!” “Stop, I’m not pregnant Mingi.” You cut him off. But the young boy didn’t want to give up, he asked you why you rejected the idea so easily. “Because we can’t get a baby now! You have your career and I can’t leave my job!” “It will be for a few months… we are living together Y/N! We are almost married! We can get a baby!” He smiled. “But your group Mingi and your fans?” “The members are going to be happy for us!” He laughed, rubbing your face softly. “And Atinys knows that we are grown men now we are not debuting anymore.” You smiled at him, it’s true that your situation was good and stable. You got a nice apartment with an empty room. You would be married in few months too! “Let’s do a test before.” You said. He nodded, letting you do your thing in the bathroom. He was secretly texting the members saying that he would be a father. 15 minutes later, you came back in the bedroom, tears sliding on your cheeks quietly. “What’s happening? It’s negative?” he sat down, worried. You shook your head and smiled, “no… it’s positive.” His smile went wide, he ran and hugged you tight. “We are going to be so happy.”

WOOYOUNG

You were lazily lying on the couch of Ateez dance practice room. It’s been at least 3 hours that you were watching the group practicing a new choreography for their B-side track. Sometimes, you would go and dance with them but these days you felt too tired to try. And the way your stomach was playing with you was not helping too. Seonghwa as a good and careful friend gave you medicine but nothing worked. That’s 2 days ago that everything came suspicious about your condition. You noticed that he was glancing at you more than usual and it was a bit awkward. Few times, he would whisper something at Hongjoong’s ear, and the leader would nod. When a new nausea came in your throat, you rushed in the restroom, slamming loudly the door, making them worry for you a bit more. “Is Y/N okay?” asked San at his closest friend. “She told me that she was sick, nothing to worry about.” He simply replied. “It’s been few days that Y/N is running in the restroom.” Said Seonghwa. “It might be an infection. Should we go back practicing?” offered Wooyoung as he couldn’t care less about you throwing your soul in the toilet bowl. “How can you be so blind Wooyoung?” said Hongjoong, rolling his eyes. He blinked, “what? She will be fine! She’s a warrior!” Seonghwa sighed, “your girlfriend might be pregnant, and you are here acting like a selfish idiot.” All the members were staring at the eldest boy. “P-Pregnant?” stuttered Wooyoung. “Can’t you see the symptoms? It’s pretty obvious!” asked Hongjoong. Wooyoung stole your seat on the couch, to shock about imaging you pregnant. “How can she be pregnant? They are always using a condom! Right?” asked San patting his closest friend’s back. Wooyoung didn’t reply. “Right?” repeated San. “We forgot it one time!” he admitted throwing his head on his hands. “I thought it would be okay!” Hongjoong facepalmed, “are you stupid? You weren’t listening at school?” Both of eldest members were like parents for Wooyoung right now but he needed help not rebukes. Yeosang noticed it. “Chill. Let him breathe. Let’s wait Y/N.” They all nodded, sitting at each corner of the room. Yunho’s head tilted when he heard the sound of your heels clicketing on the hallway floor. “She’s coming…” Wooyoung stood up when you opened the door, “Y/N!” Still disgusted by the taste in your mouth, you didn’t notice that all of them were staring at you. “What?” “Are you pregnant?” He asked straight, out of context. “Woo… why are you asking me that?” “Seonghwa and I noticed that you were throwing up a lot these days… and all of your pregnancy symptoms that you have…” said Hongjoong. You started to tear up, too scared to tell the truth. They were about to promote their new album. None of them could focus well knowing that one of the members would become a father. “Y/N?” Called softly your boyfriend, seeing that you were froze. You were mentally fighting, ‘what should I do?’ Even if they knew already. “You can tell us everything Y/N,” said Mingi, next to you. Wiping a tear on your cheek, you replied, “I’m… pregnant.” Jongho sat down on the couch, trying to calm down. San, Mingi and Yeoang were staring at you while the 2 hyungs rubbed their neck, stressed. “Do you want to keep it?” asked Wooyoung, holding your hands. You nodded; you couldn’t live thinking about how your baby would be if you hadn’t aborted. “Then we are going to have a baby.” He smiled. At first, he was really stressed, ignoring if he could be a good dad. But just by the thought of you with a round and beautiful belly changed his mind. You busted in tears, grateful to have a supportive boyfriend in your life. “Oh, fuck it! We are going to be uncles!” shouted San, rushing to hug both of you. All the members followed him. You almost fainted because it was too many of them. “Hey take care! There’s my baby here!” warned Wooyoung, rubbing your belly.

JONGHO

Dating an idol was less easy than you thought but date a maknae, especially Jongho was another level. Your boyfriend was always trying to do his best at everything so his hyungs would be proud of him no matter what. Sometimes, he would stay till late at the dance practice just for learn the chorus really well. Only you and the manager knew about his extra schedule. You were always surprised to know that none of his teammate noticed it. You couldn’t count how many times he called you to reduce his stress or when he came at your apartment, totally exhausted. When you scold him about his health, he was always promising that he would rest and don’t make too much effort anymore. But you knew that he was always lying, just for you. That’s why everything seemed pretty bad when you saw the result on your pregnancy test. If you tell him that you are pregnant, you couldn’t even imagine his reaction. It’s been 2 weeks now that you tried to tell him. Sadly, a new promotion was starting, and it wasn’t the right time. Again. One of your closest friends advised you to get some information about abortion. At first, you completely rejected the idea, there was no way for you to remove the baby growing inside of you. But day after day, you started to think a lot more at this option. You went at hospitals just to get a recommendation or advice. There were so many interesting things but scary in the same time. And what if Jongho know about it?

Today was a pretty and warm day, you decided to go at the Mcountdown* broadcast to support your boyfriend and his members. As usual many Atinys were there, screaming their love for all of them. You got in backstage. When you knocked, you saw your boyfriend fixing his outfit. “Hi guys.” You greeted them shyly. “Oh baby. What are you doing here?” smiled Jongho, hugging you tightly. “I came to cheer you up! As a good cheerleader!” you teased him. You put your bag, next to the couch, focusing on your man. “Y/N! can you take a good pic of me? Wooyoung is so bad as a photographer!” said Yeosang, holding his phone. “Sure! Let’s go over there.” You pointed at the white wall. Jongho smiled; he always liked how you got along so well with his teammates. He sat on the couch, staring at you doing your best to photography his hyung. Suddenly, the colorful flyer almost dropping off you bag got his attention. He carefully took it out, making sure that all of your stuff stays on your bag. The logo and the big tittle made him confused. “An abortion is not a bad thing…” he whispered. Many questions came to his mind. “Is she pregnant? She’s going to abort?” When you giggled at Yeosang’s pose, he looked at your body, trying to see if something changed but your large coat was hiding your figure. Tired to guess all the possibilities for him to know why you have this kind of prospectus, he asked loudly. “Y/N are you pregnant?” *Click* was the only sound in the room now. Yeosang was staring at you in shock. Wooyoung and Seonghwa stopped talking about who was the sexiest. Yunho, Mingi and Hongjoong stared at your boyfriend, curious to know what was going on. “Y/N, what is that?” asked Jongho, showing the flyer on his hand. “J-Jongho! It’s not what you think.” You lied, giving Yeosang his phone back. “Then what is that?” he raised his voice. You gulped; he was scaring you a bit. “Okay I’m pregnant….” He scoffed, “and you were going to abort without letting me know or asking my opinion about it?” “No… I wanted to wait the end of the promotion. You would be so stressed; we both know it.” You held his hand. “You should have told me earlier Y/N… it’s a big deal.” He passed his hand on his hair, frustrated. “Wow… our maknae is going to be a dad?” Smiled Mingi like a proud brother. Jongho smiled, “that’s earlier than we expected but yes… I’m going to be a father.” He hugged you tightly. “Then you are not mad?” you asked, surprised of his reaction. “Of course not! It’s such a blessing!” he confessed, rubbing your cheek soflty. Jongho was the younger one of the group, but he grew up so well. He was so mature. “Yeosang are you crying?” asked San cockily. The boy wiped his tear, “no… it’s just something in my eye.” “Sure…” replied Wooyoung, rolling his eyes.

*Mcountdown: Korean music programs broadcasted in Mnet.

Part 1

[nickelkeep]

What About Us?

Pairings: Dean/Cas (endgame), Cas/April, Dean/April Rating: Mature (What!?) Word Count: 9417 Warnings: There’s no actual sex? Sorry? Seriously though. Implied Domestic Abuse (Not Dean/Cas), Implied Demiphobia. Implied Homophobia. Infidelity (Not Dean/Cas) On Ao3

Dean's hand went flying to his nightstand as he heard the loud vibrations of a cellphone going off, pulling him out of his slumber. His hand wrapped around his phone and he pulled it close, able to see that it was 1 AM. However, it wasn't his phone ringing. He set the phone down and rolled back over, kissing his girlfriend April on her shoulder. "Babe, your phone is going off."

April nuzzled in closer before sitting up abruptly. "What!?" She looked around before sliding to the edge of the bed to grab her phone out of her pants pocket. "Shit!" She answered the phone. "Hey, Daphne!" April pulled her pants on while listening to her friend. "No, I haven't seen him. I've been a little wrapped up." She bent back over and picked up her shirt and slid it on. "I'm not his keeper."

Dean sat up in the bed and turned his lamp on low to help April search for her things. "Well, I'm sorry that he stormed in and out on you like that." Dean's head tilted in confusion. He wasn't sure who April was talking about, but it didn't sound good. "Fine. I'll try and give him a call for you. I'll call you back if I hear anything Daph." April hung up the phone and walked around the foot of the bed, before stopping next to Dean. "Sorry to run out on you like this."

"It's all good. You don't like spending the night anyway." Dean shrugged. "Daphne having guy issues?"

"You can say that." April leaned in and kissed Dean's cheek. "I'm gonna use the restroom then head out, ok?"

"Of course, Babe." Dean nodded. "Just lock up after yourself and drive safe, ok?"

"I always do." April blew him a kiss as she walked out of Dean's room and to the restroom. After a quick check-up, making sure her make up was still good, her hair was still in place, and her clothes looked good, April flushed the toilet and headed out.

A short drive later, April pulled into her driveway. Another car was there, and she sighed heavily. She gave herself one more look over in her rearview mirror before hopping out of her car and heading into her home.

Not alarmed by her front door being unlocked, April let herself in, dropping her keys into a dish and hanging her purse off of the banister. She climbed the stairs toward the top level of her home and saw a figure sitting at her kitchen table. She could smell the bergamot before she even got next to the not-so-mysterious person, and wrapped her arms in an embrace around his neck. "Hiya, Baby."

Blue eyes looked up at her, a storm threatening to darken them. "That's all you're going to say?"

"Castiel, what do you want me to say? Sorry you missed me at the bar? I got a headache and went for a drive." April sat next to him and took his hand. "The music was too loud, the air was too stuffy. I just needed to get out of there. I may have also had a couple of drinks, so that didn't help."

"So why didn't you call? Or answer your cell?" Castiel's eyes grew wide in surprise and frustration. "Instead you went for a drive while intoxicated? What if you had gotten in an accident?" He cupped his forehead in his hands. "Look, I don't like being the overbearing boyfriend, or looks like they're following you, but you've been acting strangely lately. And you just admitted you drank and drove?" Castiel shook his head. "April, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry babe. I appreciate that you worry about me, I do." April held her hand out. "I'm just, I'm stressed, frazzled. I need to relax."

Castiel smiled sympathetically and took her hand. "Well what are you doing this weekend? Maybe we can go away?"

"Let me see." April used her free hand to reach for her phone. It wasn't in either of her pockets. "Uh, let me go grab my purse. I think I left my phone in there." She let go of Cas' hand and ran down the stairs and dug into her purse. "Shit."

Castiel looked down at her from the top of the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"I lost my phone." She patted her pockets again, doing the lost phone macarena.

"I can call it." Castiel went to grab his phone.

April ran back up the stairs. "You know what, don't worry about it." She took his hands and held them. "It's either in my car, or it's at the bar," she faked a smile, realizing that she never picked it up off of the sink in Dean's bathroom. "I'll check tomorrow. I think it was also low on battery, so no big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure baby. Why don't we go get ready for bed? We've both got work tomorrow, and we should get some rest."

"Tomorrow is Saturday." Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "Neither of us work."

April pressed up against him and grabbed Castiel's ass. "You'll have something to work tomorrow." She slapped his ass playfully before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Dean's alarm went off at 6 AM, just like it did every day. Running his own garage was a blessing and a curse. He slapped the button to shut off the alarm and sat up, only slightly cursing April's name. He still had no idea what had happen the night before, but he did hope that Daphne was ok. Whoever she was dating now sounded like a real douche.

He stood up and stretched before meandering down to the bathroom. He stumbled in, hissing as the fluorescent light hit him in the face. After taking care of business and washing his hands, Dean noticed something unfamiliar sitting on the counter. He squinted and rubbed his eyes again before grabbing and picking it up. He flipped it over and realized that April left her phone by accident.

Dean shuffled back to the bedroom to get dressed, the phone in hand, and curiosity eating away at him. Did April even know that she had forgotten it last night? At the very least he should call Daphne to tell her that he had April's phone. He sat on the edge of his bed and pressed the button to wake it up, and was met with a 5x5 grid pattern lock. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. As pretty and as smart as April was, she was a simple creature. He figured out her heart pattern on the second try.

Her background was one of those fancy moving ones, again, all hearts and it hurt Dean's eyes to look at it for too long. He quickly found her contacts and opened them to find Daphne's info. Much like his own list, at the top, there was a list of favorite contacts. As his eyes ran over them, he saw one for Daddy Bear, another for Daphodil, one for Deaniekins, one for Momma Bear, and one for Sweetcheeks.

Dean tilted his head in confusion. He was Deaniekins, who the fuck was Sweetcheeks?

He clicked the contact info and took a look, it wasn't any number he recognized, and there were no pictures associated with the contact. He rubbed his eyes and looked over it again. Dean grabbed a pad of paper and a pen out of his nightstand and wrote the mystery contact information down. He was about to exit out of it and call Daphne when there was a knock at the door.

Dean stood up and walked down the hall again, this time heading to the front door of his apartment. He peaked out the peephole and saw April standing there. He slightly panicked and quickly exited out of her contacts entirely before putting her phone back to sleep. Dean opened the door and swung it open wide, letting April waltz in. He forced out a cheerful, "Morning, Beautiful."

"Morning, Dean." She looked at his hand. "Ah, I see you found it already." She pressed up against his chest and placed a quick peck on his lips. "I felt so bad rushing out on you last night. I went to text you and send you some pics. I realized I didn't have my phone."

Dean nodded and bit his bottom lip. "Is that so?" He grabbed her hips and watched as she checked her phone. Relief flooded her face, and Dean felt the sting when he realized that she thought he didn't see anything on her phone. He swallowed with some difficulty, trying to keep the next words that came out from his mouth from sounding wholly forced. "Since I couldn't get some pictures, is there time for me to get the real thing?"

"Deaniekins!" She playfully slapped his chest. "You've got to get to work, and trust me, when we get back in that bed, I'm going to keep you in it all. Day. Long." She winked at him.

"Huh, that's unlike you." Dean mentally kicked himself, as the words escaped him.

April paused and looked at him. "Excuse me?"

"You offering to stay all day long. No offense babe, but you're a dine and dash kinda gal" Dean let go of her and crossed his arms. "April, I need to ask. Is there another guy? Am I the other guy?"

"What!?" April took a significant step back. "Are you kidding me? Dean, that's fucking low."

"Look, I'm sorry babe, I'm just, something's not right."

"Get to work. We'll talk later." April turned on her heel and stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.

Dean ran his hand down his face and headed back to his bedroom. He pulled out “Sweetcheeks'” information and grabbed his phone. After double and triple checking the number, Dean pressed the call button. He wasn't sure what to expect but took a deep breath in and out for each time the phone rang.

After several rings, the voicemail picked up:

Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Castiel Novak. I'm sorry I was unable to take your call at this time. If you could please leave your name, your number, and the reason for your call, I'll be glad to call you back as soon as possible. Have a wonderful day.

Dean frowned. The guy sounded like a decent sort. It also meant that he had probably been the other guy. As the tone sounded, Dean let out a heavy sigh and left his message.

"Hi, Castiel. I'm probably the last person on the planet you ever want to hear from, but my name is Dean, and I think we need to have a talk. It's about April. My number is (555)-555-6767. That's my cell. I'll have it on me all day, so please call as soon as you can. Thanks."

Dean disconnected the call and tossed his phone on his bed. He rested his head in his hands rubbing his thumbs against his temples. It was going to be a long day.

The one thing Castiel hated more than being jinxed, was being jinxed to actually have to go into work. He wasn't supposed to be working on a Saturday, but here was. Charlie's mom was sick again, and Kevin had some sort of state genius testing to go to, and frankly, Castiel didn't feel like fighting with anyone else to come into the Library on a Saturday.

He would only have to be there for a couple of hours until Becky and Chuck could come in to relieve him. Castiel made quick work of restocking the shelves, pulling online requests, and any small cleaning tasks that could be done before the Library got too busy.

Castiel ended up staying an extra hour, even after his relief arrived. A book club had decided to use one of their resource rooms for a meeting without making a prior arrangement. Castiel couldn't leave them short-staffed, and stayed in on the meeting, even if they were talking about the newest vampire/werewolf/trashy romance novel.

Once the meeting was over, Castiel snuck back to the break room and found his phone. He had several missed messages from April, a missed phone call from his brother, and a missed phone call from an unknown number. He played the voicemails while texting back to April, letting her know what had happened at the Library.

Gabe had just wanted to know if he could swing by the bakery that afternoon, and Castiel texted April that he was going to, so to not worry about stopping by right away. The voicemail from the unknown number threw him off completely.

Hi, Castiel. I'm probably the last person on the planet you ever want to hear from, but my name is Dean, and I think we need to have a talk. It's about April. My number is (555)-555-6767. That's my cell. I'll have it on me all day, so please call as soon as you can. Thanks.

Castiel tilted his head and slid on his trench coat as he headed out to his car. He entered the number and pressed the call button.

Two rings and the voice belonging to Dean picked up. "Hello, this is Dean."

"Dean? This is Castiel. You called and left me a voicemail this morning saying we needed to have a talk about April."

"Watch it, Benny!" Dean shouted at someone. "Uh, yeah, one second. Let me get off the floor." A rustle sounded across the phone, indicating that Dean had probably covered the phone with his hand. "Benny, I'm going to my office for a few. Don't screw up the chrome on the Goat!" The rustle happened again, and the sounds were unmuted. "Sorry about that Castiel. Almost in my office."

"It's ok." Castiel heard a door click and then the squeak of a chair. "You made it sound like it was important. I called as soon as I got your message."

"I, uh. I appreciate you calling." Dean responded. "Look, buddy, I don't know how to say this, I've never had to before, and all I know is blunt." A few seconds passed. "April's cheating on you."

"You're really funny." Castiel rolled his eyes. "Did Daphne put you up to this? Or was it Lisa?"

"Neither. Look, I can prove it." Dean sighed. "April was with me last night. She left my place at 1 AM after she got a phone from Daphne. I only heard April's side of the convo, so I thought she was talking about Daphne's boyfriend, but they were talking about someone coming to the Bar looking for someone. I guess you came to the bar looking for April?"

Castiel dropped the phone and scrambled to pick it back up. "How the hell do you know that?"

"I told you, I was with her." Something like shame came from the other man's voice. "She left her phone at my house last night. It's how I got your number. I was going to call Daphne to let April know I had it, but I saw someone named Sweetcheeks in her phone."

"And assumed it wasn't you?"

"I'm in there as Deaniekins," mumbled Dean.

"Well, Deaniekins. Don't you ever go near her again." Castiel gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white.

"I don't plan on it. I've already blocked her number. I don't know how long you two have been together, but I'm sorry. If I had known, I never would... I'm not like that. I don't..." Castiel could have sworn he heard a small sniffle. "I'm sorry, Castiel."

The phone disconnected, and Castiel pulled it away from his ear, staring at it. In one phone call, his entire world had been turned upside down. Five years together, for what?

Castiel started to pull up the information to call April but knew that without further proof, she could deny and deny and deny. He swiped down and did the next best thing. He called Daphne.

Daphne answered the phone after the first ring. "Castiel! How are you doing today?"

"I'm not so good, Daph." He sighed into the phone. "Look, if you're not busy, can you meet me at Gabe's Bakery? I'll treat you to coffee and one of his pastries that you like so much."

"You need to talk? I can talk. Give me like five, I'll be there." Daphne disconnected the call.

Castiel tossed his phone into the passenger seat and started the car. Daphne and April were close, but he and Daphne went back further. He was hoping that meant that she would be honest with him. Even if she didn't let him down easy, she needed to tell him the truth, the whole truth. Not the lying by omittances that he received last night.

He drove across town and pulled into a spot in front of Angel Cakes, his brother's bakery. Daphne was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall. "I should have realized you were coming from the library."

"If you hadn't just disconnected the call, I could have warned you."

"Touché, Castiel." Daphne winked at him as he held the door open for her.

"Cassie!" Gabe peeked over the counter. "You came! And you brought Daphne. Hazelnut Danish, lovely lady?"

"Yep, but put it on his tab. He bribed me to come with." Daphne sat a table. I'll also take a coffee, black just leave some room for cream please."

"He had to bribe you? You didn't just want to see me?" Gabe put a hand over his heart. "You want anything, Cassie?"

"Just a black coffee, room for cream." He pulled out his wallet and threw a ten on the counter before going to sit with Daphne. "So, I really need to talk to you. And I need you to be honest with me."

"I'm always honest, Cas-"

"Who's Dean?"

Daphne paled but attempted to keep her composure. "Dean?"

"Daphne, please, now is not the time to play stupid. He called me this morning, and I called him back." Castiel paused as Gabe brought over their coffees, some creamers, and Daphne's Danish. "Please. I just need to know if he's telling me the truth."

"Ooo, drama!" Gabe slid over a chair.

"Dean is a guy that we met at the bar one night." Daphne hung her head. "He had been flirting with some guy, but when that struck out, he came over to our table and started flirting with us."

"Was he desperate to get laid?" Gabe laughed.

Daphne quickly shook her head no. "He could have had anyone in that bar. He just accidentally picked a guy who was taken and had the willpower to say no. The moment the guy flashed his ring, Dean backed off. He apologized and everything."

"So he came to your table, and what?" Castiel glared at his brother as Gabe prepped his coffee for him.

"He's kind, and he's charming. He doesn't do that negging thing that most jerks do nowadays. Asked how we were doing. Complimented everyone of us." Daphne let out a sigh. "Lisa's with Matt, and I was dating Emmanuel at the time, so we both turned him down."

Castiel stared incredulously. "And April?"

Gabe poured in an extra pack of sugar into Castiel's coffee before getting up. He walked behind the counter and came back with a couple of peanut butter cookies that he sat in front of his brother. "So, I'm gathering April's cheating on Cassie."

Daphne nodded solemnly. "We didn't know she went back up to him. Dean had complimented her, but he was more interested in Lisa. And again, when he found out we were taken. Backed off completely." She chuckled sadly. "He even made a quip about 'Whatever happened to single's night.'"

"Okay, Hold on. You and Emmanuel broke up three months ago. This affair has been going on at least that long?" Cas pushed the cookies away but took a sip of his coffee.

"Uh, that was about three months before that." Daphne braced herself.

"The last six months of my life have been a lie, Daphne!?" Castiel ran his fingers through his hair as Gabe grabbed his shoulder.

"I know it doesn't help, but I didn't even know until right after Emmanuel broke up with me."

Gabe spoke up. "Daphne, April tells you everything, how didn't you know?"

"Oh, I don't know? Who am I spilling everything I know to right now?" Daphne deadpanned.

"Shut it, Gabe." Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose. "So how did you find out?"

"Remember that guy I went on a few dates with? Zeke?" Daphne waited until the guys nodded in confirmation before continuing. "I asked her to go on a double date with me. Imagine my surprise when she showed up with Dean and not you."

"And you didn't tell Cassie afterward?"

Daphne hung her head. "I couldn't."

"Does she have something on you?" Castiel inquired.

Daphne nodded, looking away from her friends. "It's nothing my friends would shame me for, but..."

"I'm not going to ask. You tell me..." Castiel held up his finger to silence his brother, "and Gabriel when you're ready."

"Thank you." Daphne smiled softly. "Look, let me say this. From getting to know Dean over the last month? He is a nice guy. You both have been led on. You both deserve better than April." She played with her swizzle stick. "I think, if he found out and extended an olive branch, you should take it. You at least owe him that much. I mean, I know you had been looking at rings."

Castiel looked to Gabriel who shrugged and held his hands up in front of him. Finding no help from his brother, he turned back to Daphne. "Where can I find him?"

"He owns and runs Singer Auto Shop. It's that big detailing and repair shop on the other side of town. Apparently, he inherited from his uncle, made it bigger and better than ever." Daphne pulled out her phone and swiped and typed around on it, before turning it to face Castiel. "This is the place."

Castiel entered the address into his phone. "You ok from here, Daph?"

"You're leaving me with Gabe?"

"Yeah, I think that's punishment enough for hiding this from me." Castiel stood up and put his trench coat back on. "Gabe. Be nice."

"I make no promises."

Castiel rushed out the door of the bakery and hopped into his car, heading across town.

Singer Auto looked like an old beat-up warehouse that had been transformed into a repair shop. Perhaps that's what it was, but Castiel wasn't going to ask as the last thing he wanted to was insult anyone. He parked his car in front of the main office and took a deep breath. He was about to go face the man who was able to steal his April away. He wondered if she was truly faithful to him in the five years they were together.

He got out of the car and headed inside, met by a giant guy with a Cajun accent. "What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Uh, yes. I was hoping I could speak with Dean, please."

"The bossman's pretty busy. If it's about your car out there, any one of us can handle it, I assure you."

"Can you let him know Castiel is here? I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Castiel?" The other man stiffened and squared himself up. "If you're here for funny business."

"Does it honestly look like I'm here for that? I just want to talk. He said he wanted to talk, and... here I am." Castiel shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling them out and exposing them. "I just, I need some closure."

"Go sit down." The Cajun pointed over to the waiting area. "If he says no, you leave. No questions asked, no pleading, no begging. Understood?"

Castiel nodded and watched as the other man walked through a door and disappeared from view.

After a few minutes, a newly familiar voice called out. "Castiel?"

Castiel looked up and realized that his breath had been taken away. For a moment, he almost couldn't blame April, if this was Dean. His light brown hair, his sun-kissed skin, bespeckled with freckles, green eyes the shade of peridot. He was absolutely gorgeous. He swallowed and stood up, walking across the room to shake Dean's hand. "That would be me."

"Hi, I'm um, Dean. Dean Winchester. I really wish we could have met under better circumstances." Dean took Castiel's hand in a firm grip and shook it.

"I wish that as well," Castiel replied. "I also wanted to apologize for my comments from earlier this afternoon. They are not how I wish to be remembered."

"Dude, I had just told you that your girl had been cheating on you for..." Dean paused. "It is safe to assume I was the other guy, correct?"

Castiel hung his head and nodded. "You were, yes. April and I have been to get a little over five years.

"Shit." Dean's shoulders fell, and he turned to head back from the direction he came from. "Come with me?"

"Not going to hit me over the head with an oil pan, are you?" Castiel attempted at a joke, as his hands slipped back into his pockets and he followed Dean back through the door.

Dean shook his head. "Nah. Might extend the offer to you though."

Castiel was directed into what he could only assume was Dean's office. He took a seat in a plush chair across from a chair that looked even plusher.

"No judging the furniture. My shop, my rules. My office, my comfort." Dean offered a smile before going serious again. "I really do want to apologize again. And again. And again. If I had known April had a boyfriend, I would have walked away."

"I know. I spoke with Daphne." Castiel held up his hand. "How do you think I found you?"

"If Daphne knew, why didn't she speak up?" Dean tilted his head in confusion. "She was there when I first met April."

"She said that April approached you separate from the rest of them, after you flirted with them first. And then she didn't see you again until about five, six weeks ago." Castiel looked away from Dean and focused on a loose thread on the sleeve of his trench coat.

"Shit. Now that you mention it. I was wondering why I didn't get to hang out with any of April’s friends when she talked about them so much. And then there was that double date with Daphne and that weird guy." Castiel looked up to a thud, where Dean's head had met the desk. "I feel like I should have known. But I missed it all. I ruined someone's life. I never wanted to be that person." Dean looked up. "I'm sorry, Cas. I'm really sorry, man."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

Dean replied quickly, "If you're going to stay with April, I've already blocked everything. I'll never talk to her again. I have STD tests to show that I'm clean."

"I'm not staying with her, Dean." Cas sat up straighter, feeling better admitting that they were done. "I don't know if you were the first, but I definitely know you were the last."

Dean paused for a moment and looked at the clock on his desk. "Do you know the Roadhouse?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't want to presume or be pushy. But, let me make this up to you. Let's go grab a couple of burgers and some beers." Dean smiled, and Cas noted that he looked slightly hopeful. "It's also quitting time around here, and I don't really want to be alone right now."

"I really don't want to be either." Cas agreed.

"Cool. Then, um. Let me go let Benny know he can close up. And you and I can head over." Dean stood up and pointed at the door.

A short drive later, and Dean making light fun of Cas' car in the parking lot before showing off his own, the pair were seated in a booth at the Roadhouse. Ellen - who turned out to be Dean's aunt - brought them over their first beers and promised to keep them coming.

"Can I ask you questions about her, if you don't mind?" Dean played with the label on his bottle. "You can ask any and all questions you want as well."

"I reserve the right to say no, but yes, you can ask." Cas took a swig of his beer and watched as the corner of Dean's mouth twisted up into a small smile.

"How did you two meet?"

"That one's not so bad." Cas chuckled. "She kept coming into the library. I'm the lead librarian at the branch here in town. I was oblivious to the fact that she was coming in to see me until she spelled it out and asked me on a date."

Dean smiled and bit his bottom lip. "Do you wear glasses?"

"What?" Cas tilted his head in confusion. "I'm not sure what that has to do with what we're talking about."

"Nothing, Cas." Dean licked his lips and chuckled. "You said you two were together for five years? Did you not keep anything at her house?"

Cas shook his head. "It's why I'm starting to think you weren't the first, just the first time she's been caught. She wouldn't keep anything at my place either. She let me have a key, but God Forbid I accidentally left my toothbrush or a pair of boxers there."

"Sadly, that makes sense." Dean took a pull from his bottle.

"So you've been seeing her for six months."

Ellen dropped off their burgers, and Dean took a bite before responding. "Yeah. I honestly thought it was gonna just be a one-night stand kinda thing. She's not normally my type."

"Huh." Cas popped a fry into his mouth. "Daphne mentioned that too. Said that you were paying more attention to Lisa."

Dean choked on his food and took a chug of his beer to wash it down. "Daphne noticed that?"

"I've known Daphne since college. She notices the smallest details." Cas took another drink of his beer. "She noticed that you had been flirting with a guy who was married before you came to them. But you didn't realize he was married. The moment he told you, you backed off."

"She saw that too?"

Cas nodded. "That's what she said. And clearly she must be right, 'cause you're not denying it."

"Not ashamed." Dean shrugged. "Life's too short to not enjoy what you enjoy." Dean went for another drink of his beer and finished it off. "Ready for another?" He looked over to the bar and held up two fingers and got a nod from Ellen. "So, what are you gonna do?"

"About?"

"Really Cas? About April." Dean looked up at Ellen when she dropped off the beers. "Thanks, Elle." He looked back at Cas. "You haven't broken up with her yet, right?"

"No. I was actually supposed to go see her this evening." Cas pulled out his phone and unlocked it, showing the missed calls and texts. "She's quote-unquote worried sick about me."

"Would she actually go out looking for you, like you did last night?" Dean started peeling the label off of his new bottle.

"No." Cas slouched down in his seat and kicked his feet up on the bench next to Dean. "I guess I get it. I'm just too boring. I don't even know what she saw in me to begin with."

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Dean sat up and leaned forward across the table. I see a tall, tanned, gorgeous man, with bright blue eyes that one could just drown in. You're built, so I'm pretty sure you'd be hard to take in a fight, but yet here you are talking to me instead of beating the shit out of me. That tells me you're kind and compassionate. You're also the lead librarian. They don't just put stupid people in charge there." Dean rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck would she want to cheat on you?"

Cas blushed, and took a drink of his beer before muttering his thanks to Dean.

"Don't thank me. Not yet anyway. You're going to go break up with her, and then you and me? We're going to take matters into our own hands." Dean smiled and winked.

"Dean, are you going to land us in jail?"

"Nothing entirely illegal if they can't pin it back to us." Dean smiled around the lip of his beer bottle.

Cas rubbed his forehead and took another bite of his burger. "Let me hear it."

"You telling me you don't like surprises Cas? You break up with her tomorrow, and Monday, we get to have all the fun."

"Why do I have to wait until tomorrow to break up with her?" Cas took a sip of his beer.

"Cause we're going to drink, celebrate our new friendship, and that gives me the chance to get all the paperwork together tomorrow, so we're not doing anything illegal on Monday."

"You know how expensive lawyers are on Sundays, Dean?" Cas stretched his arms up and out, and he could have sworn that he caught Dean sneaking a peek.

Dean pointed with the neck of his bottle. "Ancient secret, Cas. Put your younger brother through Law School. He'll owe you forever." Dean took another swig of his beer before holding up two fingers again and getting Ellen's attention.

A few more beers later, and close to closing time, Cas and Dean were laughing and giggling like old friends. Cas learned that Dean loved Vonnegut and the other beat writers, while he had admitted that he was quite the Star Wars fan. Their likes and hobbies overlapped, but not so much so where they didn't have their own unique personalities.

"Cas, this is gonna sound like something out of a chick flick, but I kinda wish it was you I had met at the bar." Dean smiled as he and Cas waited outside for Cas' ride to arrive.

"I was in a relationship, Dean. I would have said no." Cas tilted his head.

"I know, that's why I said kinda. I would have been happy just to be your friend too. I am happy to be your friend. This could have gone so much worse." Dean swayed a little and rested his head on Cas' shoulder.

"You sure you don't want to ride with me back to your place?" Cas offered, resting his head on Dean's. "I'm sure it's not too far out of the way for Gabe."

Dean yawned and shook his head. "I live a block that way. Just want to make sure you get picked up safe."

"I appreciate that."

"Do you want me to come with you tomorrow?" Dean tilted his head to look up at Cas. "I'm serious. For moral support, or something like that?"

"I think I need to do this on my own. But if you want to come over afterward?" Cas pulled his head back and looked down. "I could use some time with my friends."

"Text me your address when you get home. That way I have it, and I know you're safe." Dean sat up as a car pulled into a lot. "I'm assuming this is Gabe?"

"This would be Gabe." Cas stood up and offered his hand to Dean. "Last call, you sure you don't want us to drop you off?"

"I'm sure. See you tomorrow, Cas."

The next day, Cas finally answered one of April's calls. She was crying, telling him how worried she was about him. He apologized profusely, trying his hardest not to laugh, not to give away the master plan. Cas promised to make it up to her and asked April to meet him at Angel Cake for brunch.

Depending on which brother you asked, the plan was partially Gabe's idea. As Cas and April sat down to eat, he brought out the brunch special, and once they finished eating, Gabe presented April with a loaf of focaccia with olives spelling out Congrats, You're About To Be Dumped! Just like Cas had expected, she tried to deny, cover and gaslight her way out of all proof he had against her cheating. When she realized that she was indeed caught, she flipped the bread, causing it to land all over Cas.

"You took way too much joy in that, Gabe." Cas looked up at his laughing brother as he picked the pieces of bread off of his lap. He took a bite and smiled. "Her loss though. Rosemary and olives is apparently a good combination."

While Cas and Gabe cleaned up the mess, Daphne, Dean, and his coworker Charlie from the library showed up to help him celebrate his newfound freedom.

"So," Daphne tilted her head in amusement. "How'd it go?"

Cas laughed and pointed around at the floor. "I'll give you two guesses." He looked at Dean and smiled. "I take it Daphne already introduced you to Charlie?"

"Yep, she's adopted. I'm claiming her. I always wanted a little sister." Dean leaned forward. "She plays D&D. You didn't tell me you had friends that play D&D."

"Look, I know we drank a lot last night, but I think I would remember you asking a question about D&D."

"You two drank together last night?" Daphne sat down at a table and put her feet up. "That friendship escalated fast."

Cas shrugged and looked at Dean. "He's not who I was mad at. He could have cut ties with April, stayed quiet, and walked away. I would be none the wiser." Their eyes met, and Cas smiled widely. "Instead, he took a risk, figured out who I am, talked to me, and protected me from making a huge mistake. I think that deserves a chance at friendship."

Dean blushed, and his mouth curled up into the slight smile Cas was becoming fond of. "I appreciate you giving me the chance, Cas and not just running in, fist raised."

The ladies shared a glance but otherwise stayed quiet.

"By the way, I can only stay for a little bit, ‘cause I do have a shop to run. But, Sammy and I talked this morning. All the paperwork is together. Can you swing by the shop around 1 PM tomorrow, Cas?" Dean offered his best puppy dog eyes. "I promised you sweet, sweet revenge. You can have it."

"You're still not going to tell me what it is?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

Dean shook his head. "Nope, you have to show up at the shop at 1 PM." He turned to Daphne and Charlie. "If you want to watch, you two are invited as well."

"I'll have to stay at the library to make sure it can function without the head librarian. But, if anything can be recorded? Get it on camera for me." Charlie commented before she sat down next to Daphne and whispered something in her ear.

Cas eyed them suspiciously. "I guess I will be there. You promise it's not illegal?"

"I promise, Cas. All the Ts are dotted, and all the Is are crossed." Dean clapped his hand on Cas' shoulder and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow." Dean headed towards the door, looking back and waving before heading out.

"Well, that was intriguing," Daphne stated, her eyes still on the door. "New friend, huh?" Charlie elbowed her in the side. "Careful, Charlie."

"Sorry!"

"All good, just need to watch out now." Daphne's attention was back on Cas. "So, you gonna spill, or do Charlie and I have to play 20 questions?"

"Guessing games?" Gabe leaned over the counter where the register was located. "Count me in."

"I'm not sure what I need to spill about?"

Charlie spoke up first. "Okay then! Question one. What the hell was that?" She pointed between the door and Cas.

"What was what? I don't understand?" Cas looked from Charlie to Daphne before looking at Gabe and shrugging.

"He's oblivious. He can't answer that one, Charlie." Daphne tapped her fingers on the table. "Question two. What happened to the idea of just going to get closure?"

"He wanted to apologize, he offered dinner. We were getting along, so I said 'Why not?'" Cas crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, my turn, I've got a good one." Gabe raised his hand. "Since when do you go by Cas?"

Cas felt his ears turn red and he walked out the front door, and hopped into his own car and headed home.

The next day Cas arrived at the Auto Shop, by 1 PM as requested. As he pulled in, he quickly put his car in park and hopped out. Out in front of the bays was a Chrysler PT Cruiser Convertible. But not just any old one. It was an ugly, bright pink one, with bright pink and white interior, pink and white rims and those nasty ass light headlight eyelashes. It was April's Car.

"Hiya Cas."

It suddenly clicked for Cas. All the upgrades and changes had come within the past 6 months. Dean had done all the work on the car. But that didn't answer... "How were you able to grab her car?"

"She never paid for any of the work. I never told her I would do it for free. She kinda just assumed. I put the liens in this morning, they were approved by noon. I have my own repo team, knew I'd have it by one." Dean picked up a baseball bat, casually flipping it in his hand before handing the grip to Cas. "I figured I would offer you the first swing."

Cas hesitantly took the baseball bat in hand. "We won't get in trouble for destroying the car?"

"Until she pays for it, it's mine. I can do whatever I want to my property. I know for a fact she is running around trying to get the money to pay off the liens. We have until she steps foot here with the receipts."

Cas looked at Dean and smiled, "Do you know how much I hate this fucking car?" He walked around to the front and put the bat upon his shoulder. He swung down hard, shattering the headlamp. Cheers and applause erupted around him.

Dean chuckled and clasped his hand on Cas' shoulder. "Just remember, we want her to be able to drive off the lot when she gets here. Cause I'm not fixing it. And there are no shops in town that'll fix her."

"Yeah, bossman, made sure of that," Benny called out clapping and laughing.

"Shut it, Benny." Dean waved off his worker before picking up a golf club. "What are you waiting for, Cas?" Dean walked over to the other headlamp, taking position before shouting "Fore!" and swinging the club, smashing out the other light.

Jo, another one of Dean's employee's brought out one of their large drill bits and offered it up. "That'll scratch the hell out her paint. Just like keying, only better." Cas' eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning and he took it, quickly scratching CHEATER as large as he could into every door and the hood of the car.

"You know Cas, a car is technically drivable without side-view mirrors." Dean had grabbed a lead pipe at some point and swung it, smashing the side mirror clear off of the car and into the street. Dean's phone went off right after, and he answered it. "Hiya, Jess." He nodded at Cas who smashed off his own mirror. "It's paid off? Who's driving her?" Dean bowed over in laughter. "I'm pretty sure you just described Daphne." Dean turned to face his crew and Cas and circled his finger in the air. "Five minutes out? Perfect. I'll make sure Sammy gets you the biggest diamond for that engagement ring. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone. "Get in one or two more good hits, Cas. Guys, get the brooms and the lawn chairs. Someone go make popcorn."

Dean's crew scattered as Cas attacked the area where the convertible hood was stored. All the shattered glass, broken, fiberglass and scratched off paint was cleaned up quickly, and the lawn chairs were set up in front of and on top of one of the flatbed tow trucks. Dean insisted that he and Cas get seats on top of the flatbed, and he handed Cas a cold bottle of water as Daphne pulled in with April.

April didn't even wait until Daphne came to a stop. She hopped out of the car and ran to hers, staring at the damage. She started screaming, pulling at her hair and looking at the staff until her eyes fell on Cas and Dean. "BOTH OF YOU!? YOU DID THIS!?"

Dean leaned forward in his seat. "I understand that you're coming to take possession of this car from me? May I see some receipts please?"

"YOU DESTROYED MY CAR!" April screamed up at him. "YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE?"

"No, but I hear your fucking is a joke." Jo piped up. "I mean, 2 out of 2 guys, can't be a coincidence, can it?"

April's jaw dropped, and she nearly leaped at Jo, if it weren't for Benny standing up and catching her. Once Benny put her back down, she straightened her shirt back out. "I demand that you fix this! I will sue you for destroying my car."

"April, former dear. Between the hours of 12 PM and just now when you set foot on my property that was my car." Dean stood up. "Since it was mine, I can do whatever I want to do with it. I chose to give it a facelift."

"So why is Castiel here?" April crossed her arms over her chest. "There's no reason you two should know each other."

"Cas here's my new best friend. Has been since Saturday. Just happens to be a coincidence that you two happened to break up yesterday." Dean shrugged. "Sorry, not sorry, about that by the way. You lost one hell of a good man." Dean gently nudged Cas' knee with his own.

"Glad you like him so much. I was sick of being his fucking beard anyway." April exposed. "Get me the keys to my car, so I can get out of here and find a respectable place to fix my car."

Dean looked back to Cas who was looking down at his feet. "Hey, ignore her. I'll be right back. I have to sign the keys over to her since it's my name on the lien." Dean took Benny's hand and jumped down off the back of the flatbed. He spared one more look at Cas before heading into the office.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" April snapped at Dean as he walked behind the counter.

"I think I'm adorable."

April mused as Dean filled out the paperwork. "So let me guess. Saturday, you had already figured out you were the other guy. You pulled the good guy routine, found Castiel and contacted him."

"Yep." Dean turned the papers and handed the pen to April. "You're an idiot for cheating on him."

"Did you think I was kidding about the whole beard thing?" April reminded. "I've been with the guy for five years. Why do you think I needed an 'other guy'? There's only so much my hand can do."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Ever think it was you, and not him?" Dean separated the paperwork, giving April her copied before handing her the keys to her car. "I would say I wish I never met you, but would mean I never would have met Cas."

"You're disgusting. Just go fuck him already." April turned heel and walked out of the office.

Dean quickly filed the paperwork and updated the computer before heading back outside. His crew was hanging their heads and putting things away, and Daphne was leaning against her car. He looked around for Cas, and not finding him, walked over to Daphne to find out what happened. "What did I miss?"

"Castiel thinks you're going to hate him now." Daphne shook her head. "He was gently reminded that you're bi, but he's got a bit of a thick skull."

"So he does like guys?" Dean smiled.

Daphne nodded. "And girls. He doesn't care. Never has. It's more of an emotional thing for him."

"So where is he?"

"Charlie's going to keep an eye out at the library, Gabe will let us know if he shows up to the Bakery. I was going to swing by his house." Daphne sighed. "I think it may be best if you stay here, and I'll call you if we find him." She put her hand out expectantly for Dean's phone.

Dean obliged and gave her his phone. "I don't like this plan."

"He may come back here. He likes you." She handed Dean his phone back. "I don't know if you realize it, but Charlie, Gabe and I? We saw more from Castiel in the past three days from him knowing you, than in the past three years of his relationship with April."

"I'm the guy who ruined his life."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Daphne smiled and pushed off her car. Dean watched as Daphne slid into her car and started it back up, rolling her window down. "I promise that one of us will call you if we find him. You call us if he comes back here."

Dean nodded. "You give my number to Gabe and Charlie so I can get theirs."

Daphne offered a half-smile and waved as she pulled out of the lot.

A few swipes on his phone and Dean pulled up his text messaging.

[To: Cas] Cas, I don't like that you're missing. Where are you? Please text me.

Dean put his phone away and went to find Benny. There was no way he'd be able to work not knowing where Cas was.

After making sure that the shop was taken care of for the rest of the day, and putting Benny under strict orders to call if Cas did show up, Dean headed over to the Roadhouse. He pulled into his usual spot, and headed in, walking up to the bar. He grabbed a stool and pulled out his phone, double and triple-checking to see if Cas had responded to him.

Ellen walked up to him and smacked his arm. "Why are you here, and not with your friend." She pointed over his shoulder. Dean looked over to where she was pointing.

Cas was sitting in the private corner booth that was well hidden from the rest of the roadhouse. Dean stumbled off his stool and crossed to the booth as fast as he could.

"Cas!" Dean slid into the opposite seat. "Everyone is worried sick. Why did you run off?"

Cas looked up in surprise. "You found me? Shouldn't you be working? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't focus not knowing where you were. Not very safe in a job that works with tons of metal and power tools." Dean smiled at Cas. "I left Benny in charge. I came here to talk to Ellen, cause I feel like this is all my fault, and I lucked out that you were here."

"Don't tell Daphne yet?"

"Can I at least tell her that you're safe and I found you? I won't say where you are, and you can talk to me if you want. Daphne, Charlie, and Gabe? They're really worried." Dean showed his phone and waited until Cas nodded before shooting off a quick text to Daphne.

"She wasn't wrong you know."

Dean looked up from his phone. "Who wasn't wrong about what?"

"April." Cas stared at Dean. "Seriously? We were just there."

"Cas..." Dean sighed.

"I loved her once." Cas picked at a string on his shirt. "But she changed. And I didn't see her the same anymore. And when she wanted things... I couldn't provide. Not like I had been able to." Cas looked up at Dean. "I didn't love her anymore."

"Falling out of love happens, Cas."

"I know. But she called me broken. Told me there was something wrong with me. Told me she would fix me. Tried to force Viagra and all those other things on me. That wasn't the issue."

"You stayed, because she told you no one else would love you."

Cas nodded. "Little did I know she was finding what she needed elsewhere. But she couldn't just let me go."

"Cas, you did something even better. You let go, and pushed her away." Dean offered his hand. "That's not an easy thing to do. Ever."

"Can I ask you a question?" Cas slid his hand into Dean's. "Why have you been so apologetic about his whole thing?"

"Dad cheated on my mom. The other woman had a kid. Dad chose them. Destroyed us." Dean ran his thumb over Cas' knuckles. "I never wanted to put someone through what we went through. I thought I was careful, I thought I was paying attention. I still fucked up."

"Did you though?" Cas gently squeezed Dean's hand. "I had talked about proposing to April. It might sting now, but I rather it hurt now, than further down the road."

Dean's phone buzzed, and he picked it up from the table. "Daphne says you need to text her to prove I'm not lying."

"She would say that." Cas picked up his phone and sent a text. "That should satisfy her." Cas looked back up at Dean. "Can I ask you another question?"

"That's normally how people get to know each other, Cas," Dean smirked.

Cas looked down at their hands entwined. "Those things you said the other night, did you mean them?"

"The stuff about how handsome you are, and how kind you are, and how smart you are?" Dean took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did. I'm not going to lie, I was kind of slapped upside the head by everything that you are. You seriously check all of my boxes, Cas. I'm doing everything I can to not push on all the charm and make the moves, cause I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Dean laughed. "I mean, I legit thought you were going to hate me, and then all of a sudden, you want to be my friend? Shit, I thought my heart was about to explode."

"When you stepped out into the waiting room, I wasn't surprised that you were the other guy," Cas admitted. "You're beautiful, and I've come to learn that you're friendly and patient and kind and hilarious." Cas swallowed. "I'm feeling again, and I shouldn't be. I just broke up with April. I should be upset. But I just want to move forward and ask you out on a date."

"Ask me." Dean's eyes were shining playfully. "Please?"

"But aren't you upset? Are you ready?" Cas tilted his head. "I don't want to push you either."

"Cas, ask me."

"Dean, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Yes, Cas. I would like to go on a date with you. I would like that a lot." Dean squeezed Cas' hand. "Can I come sit next to you?"

Cas scooted over closer to the wall and patted the seat next to him, "I'd like that."

Dean chuckled at the parroted response and swung around the table to sit next to Cas, temporarily letting go of his hand, only to get a better grasp once they were side by side. Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder, and Dean rested his head on top of Cas'. "Hey Cas, we move at your pace, ok? I'm happy with just stuff like this, as long as you're happy too, ok?"

Cas looked up and smiled, his nod a nuzzle into Dean's neck. His phone went off, Daphne responding to his text, asking for photo proof that he was ok. "Dean? Can I?"

"Yeah, Cas. You can."

Cas snapped a picture of them snuggling in the booth and sent it back to Daphne. Not perfect. But can probably get pretty damn close.

[black-out-wonder]

Never Judge A Book: A Sanders Sides High School AU // Chapter 2

Here’s the next part! I’m glad you guys are enjoying it so far! This is gonna be a LOT more lighthearted than OAAC, but it’s still gonna have angst bc why not. I hope you like this next part! And let me know if you want to be tagged if you haven’t been tagged yet!

Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety, Intrulogical

Warnings: Cussing, flirting, sex mentions, feelings of loneliness

Chapter 1 // You are here // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

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Roman was still reeling from this morning. To say he was a disaster gay was an understatement. All he could think about were those goddamn eyes, beautiful colors with a spark of mischief. He had to keep himself from thinking about the athlete. He knew that even showing a lick of interest was a bad idea. If he did that, it was all over. Virgil would have him easily, and despite him being incredibly attractive, he was not about to fall down that rabbit hole.

As he made his way towards his last class, he convinced himself that it was a one-time thing. There was no way Virgil would ever seek him out. It was just a coincidence; right place, right time. There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all.

He was contradicted when he walked into English and saw the boy himself, deep in conversation with Douglas McFarland, better known as Dee. He forgot that these two were in his class. It was very well known that the two were very good friends, but they were always on again, off again. Well, to describe it right, there were a lot of one night stands between the two, and neither of them tried to keep it a secret. Dee was a cheerleader, and he got a lot of positive attention because of his vitiligo. It was also known that Dee liked to gossip and stir the pot. 

Virgil didn’t even glance in his direction, snickering at something Dee had said as Roman made his way to the back of the class. He was right, a one-time thing. Pure happenstance. It was what he wanted, but why was he slightly...disappointed? He shook his head, knowing that his thoughts were nonsense. He wasn’t disappointed, this was exactly what he wanted! 

Roman took out his notebook, doodling randomly while the teacher entered the room. He ignored what the teacher was saying, too engrossed with what he was drawing. It wasn’t until he heard his name being called that he started paying attention. “What?” He blurted out.

They were scattered snickers as the teacher sighed, “We are doing a partner project Roman. Your partner is Virgil. He’ll explain what’s going on.”

Wait...Virgil? The Virgil? His eyes snapped in the popular boy's direction, only to see those eyes staring right at him, a smirk playing at his lips. Roman quickly averted his gaze, cursing to himself. Of course, this was happening. If there was any higher power, it really hated him. 

A few moments later, Virgil had dragged a chair by his desk, perhaps a bit closer than was necessary. “Basically it’s an argumentative essay in PowerPoint fashion,” he explained. “We just have to choose a topic.”

Roman nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze. He would get this project done and then they would never interact again. Yeah, that sounds good. He started scribbling down ideas for topics, hoping to get a mental picture before sharing. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and felt warmth on the right side of his body. He glanced over to see that Virgil had pressed himself against his side just to see the paper in front of him. “What the heck are you doing?” He questioned, staring incredulously.

“So he speaks,” the slightly shorter boy placed his chin into his hand, his elbow positioned on the desk, a shit-eating grin growing on his face. “I couldn’t see what you were writing. Since we’re partners, shouldn’t I be able to see?”

Roman turned his attention back to the paper. “I guess so,” he mumbled.

He continued to scribble down ideas, trying (keyword: trying) to ignore the physical contact. “Got a girlfriend, Princey?”

Roman sputtered at the blunt questioned, “I’m gay.”

“Boyfriend, then?”

“No.”

“Really? You’re single?”

“Why, yes.”

Virgil leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face, “Huh, good to know.”

“Why did you ask?” Roman grew the courage to shoot back.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, a good looking guy such as yourself should be able to pull some attention.”

He couldn’t stop himself this time as he felt the blood rush to his face. He was good looking? Him? He had to be talking about someone else. “U-Um,” Roman stammered. “I hardly think that-”

“Aw, that’s so cute,” Virgil leaned forward, staring him directly in the eye. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

The chair made a loud scraping sound as he shot up from his seat, announcing, “I’m afraid I have to use the restroom, excuse me!”

Roman rushed out of the classroom, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. As he did so, he dialed a very familiar number, knowing that they would answer. “Why are you calling me during class?” Remus, his twin brother, chirped. “This is so not like you. Did you get swapped with a body snatcher? If so, let me get some pics for my Tumblr.”

“No,” he groaned as he began to explain the entire situation to his brother.

As to be expected, Remus began to laugh uncontrollably. He should’ve known that this was going to be his reaction. “Remus? Hello?” Roman snapped, bringing his back, “Got any ideas to help me out with edgy Tom Holland?”

“Why not just fuck him and get it done and over with? That’s how I got Logan!” Remus insisted. “You’re clearly drooling-”

“I am not!” He replied in a harsh whisper. “And I’m not going to fuck him!”

“I bet that you will.”

“I will not!”

“Bet.”

Roman groaned, rubbing his face with his hand. Why did he think Remus would be able to give him some good advice. He loved his brother, but he had no idea what tact was. He took things to the max and chaos followed in his wake. “I don’t even know why I called you,” he mumbled.

“I don’t know why either,” Remus mused. “You should’ve known what I was going to say about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, see you later,” Roman grumbled, hanging up.

Well, that was pointless. He knew that as soon as he saw his twin, he was going to go into a rant about how Roman needed to listen to him more. He stared down helplessly at his phone, realizing that he didn’t really have anyone else to turn to for advice. He wasn’t the most popular kid at their school. He wasn’t really close with anyone in theatre, no matter how much he loved to perform. There was Logan, Remus’ boyfriend, but they were barely friends, only knowing each other through his twin. 

It was then that he realized how alone he really was.

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[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 25 of SFV

Chapter 25 - Day 2: The Nip Slip

(This chapter has partial female nudity in it. You have been warned.)

(3:20pm)

The Stoppable-mobile made its way into White River, a town of less than 600 people and the county seat of Mellette County, South Dakota. Kim hoped to stop only at Murdo and then go straight to Rapid City without any further issues.

"Oh, great!" she exclaimed loudly.

Ron was stirred awake from his sleep. Rufus also rubbed his beady eyes.

"KS, I had the most wonderful dream of a giant neverending Naco stretching all the way to Heaven and I was about to take my very first bite." he whined, "A man should never think on an empty stomach."

Rufus then felt a rumble in his stomach.

"Oh yeah..." Kim sighed, "...and speaking of which, our gas tank is nearly empty. We're going to have to pull into a station to fill up..."

"Stupid Aunt Josephine didn't tell me about the MPG..." Ron muttered to himself, "...good thing that old bat is six feet under the ground."

"So how far away again are we from Murdo?" Kim then asked.

"We are only 30 minutes away from here." Ron replied while looking at his phone, "But we only have 28 miles on the tank left."

"Then we'll have to make them count, Ron!" Kim exclaimed.

(3:50pm)

"Finally, there's Interstate 90!" Kim happily said. This is despite the fact that the wind generated by the speed of the vehicle blew away the saran wrap covering the damaged windows.

"The last leg of the trip...before we get to the camping site." Ron said.

"And we made it to Murdo with two miles left on the tank." Kim added.

She then asked her husband.

"Ron, can you find the Dinoco where we can fill up?"

"I think it's on the other side of the interstate, KS."

"Can you wake the kids up? They've been asleep for a while."

"Sure, I'll give them a little tug."

He then tapped Justin's foot.

"Hey, you two sleepyheads, wake up?"

"Huh?" Justin asked, "Are we there yet."

"We're stopping right now, but we should be there in a couple of hours." Ron replied.

"This trip is SOOOOO boring..." Justin muttered.

The Stoppable-mobile then pulled up into the Dinoco into one of the gas station bays.

"Now, I'm going to only ask this once. Does anyone want to use the bathroom?" Kim asked. "Because once we get on the interstate, we're not going to stop until we get to the campground."

Rufus, Justin, and Alexa both raised their hands.

"Okay, you three, go ahead and use the restrooms." Kim instructed, " I will stay behind."

"What about Canna and Mary?" Ron asked of the other two occupants that were coming on the trip.

Kim sighed, "Fine...I'll go ahead and check on those two potheads."

She got out of the car and knocked on the side of the damaged camper since, of course, the door was no longer there. The undone right strap of her overalls still dangled on her back.

"You two OK back there?"

As it turned out, both women were still asleep on the beds.

"Yeah, we fucking are!" Canna called out, "Now...butthead, why don't you make like a tree and get out of here!"

This earned a stern glare from Kim and she left them. But before that happened, one of the lace holes got caught against a loose nail. It was on what was left of the right side of the shirt.

"Huh?! Oh great, not this again!" Kim complained.

"What's wrong, Kimmie?" Canna cackled, looking at her phone "Seems like the fucking camper doesn't like you looking like a fucking farmer's bitch daughter!"

"Canna...can you stop looking at your phone and foul mouth for a minute and help me get loose?"

Canna helped get Kim loose, but not before it ripped off the right half of her shirt, exposing the full right side of her black bra.

Kim felt the anger flowing through her, as if she wanted to punch someone right in the face. Thankfully, she relented.

"Some help you are..." Kim muttered to herself.

Canna then chuckled. Unknown to Kim, she did more damage than just the shirt.

Kim got to the gas pump and opened up the gas cap. As she did so, the left bra strap slipped off her shoulder. And as she put the fuel pump into the gas tank, the bra cup fell out, exposing her bare left breast and nipple. Kim, once again, wasn't focused on her developing wardrobe malfunction. She was only looking at the numbers on the pump.

She finally managed to look down and she gave a loud gasp and screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Also unknown to her, Canna managed to take a couple of pics with her smartphone.

Kim immediately covered her nipple with her hands.

"Roooooooon!"

Ron looked through the convenience store and saw Kim and her version of Nipple-gate. Instinctively, he told his longtime pet and buddy.

"Rufus, can you stall the kids while I help out Kim?"

"Yes!" Rufus squeaked and stalled out the kids so that she wouldn't see their mom in a very compromising sitch.

"KS!" he exclaimed, rushing out of the convenience store. He saw the bare left breast of his wife covered only by her hands. "I'm coming to the rescue...again!"

"Ron...someone sabotaged my bra!" Kim shouted, "Quick! Cover up my nip! This is so the drama!"

"Don't worry, KS! I'll think of something!" Ron insisted.

(10 minutes later)

Ron finished using the Smarty-Mart brand electrical tape, tissues, and chewing gum to repair Kim's bra hooks. Justin and Alexa are back in their car seats.

"Ron...are you sure this is going to hold?" Kim asked.

"Trust me on this, KS! I've seen it in the Bricks of Fury movie!" Ron replied. "So yeah, it will hold!"

Kim huffed, "Whatevs. We got the tank to the Stoppable-mobile filled up so..."

But before she could say anything else, Ron then added, "And...uh...KS? My zipper is stuck..."

Kim looked down and, indeed, the zipper to Ron's pants were stuck. She sighed and tried to correctly align it. Several onlookers were not more then 15 feet away from them, staring at Kim and her half-town shirt, and a couple of them were looking down at her cleavage. Canna giggled and took more photos of this scene, unknown to the Stoppables.

"Get in the car, Ron..." she muttered, utterly embarrassed.

"But, KS, my zipper is still stuck." Ron whined.

The onlookers gawked and laughed with joy.

But Kim demanded at him, not willing to drag on this humiliating scene on their vacation.

"I said get in...the van!"

Once they both got in the Stoppable-mobile, Kim started up the engine.

"KS, my fly is still open!" Ron complained.

"Let me tell you something, Ron." Kim warned him, "If you embarrass me like that ever again, I am going to take a box cutter and you will never worry about an open fly ever again!"

[smuttyassholes]

Attention - Namjoon Smut

Request: You guys get to an after party late because you couldn't decide what to wear and he's clearly upset. Once you get there, he leaves with the rest of the boys for a few pics etc. And another idol comes & tries to flirtn & since u were mad w joon too, u do it a little back on purpose, joon notices & goes over (v defensive + he was already pissed) he pulls you to the restroom, lifts up ur dress only to realize ur not wearing panties and he fucks you infront of the mirror ;)

a/n: I know this probably didn’t go the way you expected it to, but my asshat of a professor decided to assign a whole ass book and a shit ton of textbook chapters/exercises on the first week and I’ve been swamped with a bunch of bullshit so I’m not all creative atm. Bare with me please. - asshole 4

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“How are you still not done yet?!” Namjoon yelled from the living room. “If you don’t hurry up we’re gonna be extra late.”

“We’re going to Leo’s first win after party, and you expect me to rush the way I look?!” You yelled back. He knew damn that Vixx was your all time favorite group, let alone Leo being your favorite artist. How dare he try to rush how you looked when it would be your first time meeting him.

“Whatever. I’ll be in the car.” You heard him grumble before hearing the door open and close.

You rolled your eyes. “Always so dramatic.” You sighed before scanning your lip tint collection for the perfect shade to compliment the rest of your makeup, and carefully applied it before giving yourself a quick once over before smiling at yourself.

You walked out of the room, went into the living room and grabbed your handbag before walking out and getting in the car.

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The drive was silent but you could tell Namjoon was thoroughly upset, however, you didn’t get why. He’s been with you long enough to know that you take forever to get ready, it’s practically his fault for telling you five hours prior instead of giving you a formal heads up on the event, so you didn’t even bother pleading your case. It would be best to stay quiet and hope that you could enjoy the night.

By the time you got there, you checked the clock on your phone and saw that you were only shy of ten minutes late, so that made you a little more ticked off by Namjoon’s earlier actions. Mostly because you definitely weren’t the only late ones, even then, it’s not like it mattered because he left with the rest of boys to go take pictures right after you walked in.

That being said you walked around mindlessly, trying to see if you knew anyone. Though you probably didn’t, so you just decided to see if there were any drinks nearby, which thankfully you saw not too far from your current spot.

On your way over, you were suddenly bumped by a tall, well dressed man who smelled like expensive cologne. Part of you was ready to go off, but the other part was too distracted by the familiar pink hair color that stood out.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” The familiar soft voice spoke down at you, and you momentarily forgot how to English as you stared up Leo. 95% because of shock, 5% because you didn’t think he was this tall in person.

“Uh. No. It’s fine.” You stuttered out and looked up and him. “It’s not like I fell or anything. Just a tiny bump.” You smiled.

“Still. I feel bad. You could’ve fell.” He frowned.

“No, really, it’s fine.” You insisted. “I mean, even if I did fall, it’s not like I’d hate you or anything. You’re too great for me to hate you.” You spoke before thinking and your eyes widened at the fact that you just nonchalantly said that, but before you could reply, you heard him chuckle, and you mentally cursed yourself.

“I’m so sorry. I totally didn’t mean to come off as weird.” You cringed at yourself.

“No, it’s nice to meet people that like me as an artist. Especially when they’re cute.” He smiled. And you didn’t know if it was the prior argument you were in with your boyfriend, or not but you played along with it, hoping your night wouldn’t end horribly after all.

“O-Oh.” You smiled shyly. “I’m just pretty average. Nothing special.”

“Well, to me you don’t seem ‘pretty average.’” He smiled, and you nearly swooned. His personality on camera was so different from how he’s acting. Was he really not as shy as he came off as?

“You’re pretty talkative for someone who acts so shy on camera.” You smiled up at him.

“No, I actually get pretty shy, but I feel comfortable around you for some reason.” He scratched the back of his neck and you saw his Adam's apple bob. It had been a good while since a man had been nervous in front of you. Namjoon was confident from the get go, and it was a blessing and a curse. You’d began to wonder if he ever even felt nervous around you before.

“Would you like a drink?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, and before your voice could fail you, you quickly nodded your head, silently hoping you didn’t come off too eager.

You followed behind Leo as he led you to the counter and pointed at a chair for you to take, which you gladly accepted, but before you could sit, the clearing of someone’s throat interrupted, causing you to turn around and meet an unamused Namjoon.

“Are you really about to sit in that chair?” He glared and you scoffed.

“Yes. Now go back and play with your little friends like you have been. As you can see, I’m fine on my own.” You smiled at him and turned back to face Leo.

“Don’t worry about hi-” You started but Namjoon grabbed your hand to turn you around and drag you away.

“What the fuck?” You almost yelled, trying to get your hand out of his grasp, but to no avail, as you ended up being dragged into the nearest restroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He spat out.

“Am I not allowed to keep myself entertained while you abandon me?” You quirked a brow.

“You were flirting with him. It was obvio-”

“No. He was flirting with me. I never flirted back.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“Whatever that was. Why? Just because I was gone? Were you that desperate for attention?”

Your mouth dropped did he really just? “So, let’s get this straight. You don’t talk to me since we leave the house, we get here and you leave immediately after walking in, Leo comes up to talk to me and I finally get to talk to somebody, and then you rudely interrupt us because you finally wanna remember that I exist. Correct?” You quirked your head to the side.

He was silent, opting to breathe in heavy as a response.

“That’s what I thought.” You said, moving around so you could walk past him, and get out, but he quickly blocked the door.

“No. You can’t leave.”

“Why not.” You sighed. Completely fed up with whatever mood he was in.

“He’s your favorite artist. I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone with him.” He said quickly.

“Why? You think I can’t be faithful?” You questioned, feeling a little offended.

“No! Not that.” He almost yelled. Closing his eyes in frustration.

“Then what? I don’t have all damn night.” You looked up at him, trying to read the look in his eyes.

“I guess I’m just, I don’t know. Jealous.” He said, looking away.

You blinked at him. The embodiment of confidence is feeling jealous. It was unlike him.

“Does Leo make you that uncomfortable?”

“A little. I mean, you’ve done nothing but talk about him as your favorite artist ever and you’re always listening to his songs, and watching his videos. You’ve never given me and the guys that kind of attention.”

“Namjoon. Do you even hear yourself? I like him as an artist and just that. Not as a person. Sure, he’s hot and all, but I’ve been with you for almost a year. The least you could do is have some faith in me. Is it so bad to like your favorite artists? You used to be obsessed with watching girl group performances and I never once said anything. And I don’t give you guys the same attention because I can see it in person. I’ve never met Leo before, I can only ever watch videos and videos alone.”

You looked at him and waited for a reply, but you couldn’t get one. You sighed, giving up. “If you need me, I’ll be outsi-” Before you could finish your sentence, Namjoon grabbed your face and brought your lips to his, cutting you off.

The kiss was only soft for a few seconds before it got rougher, Namjoon pushing you against the sink, picking you up to place you on it.

“What just happened.” You whispered, pulling away a bit.

“I fucked up and now I’m apologizing.” Was all he said before placing his lips back on yours, giving you no room for further argument.

He tapped your thigh with his finger and you spread your legs so he could slip between them to be closer, his growing bulge pressing against your thigh, making you moan unconsciously, and move your hips towards him.

“Fuck.” He said, placing his hand on your lower back to hold you against him, groaning when it wasn’t enough. “Get up and turn around.”

By this point, there was no point in arguing. You slid off the sink and turned around so you faced the mirror in front of you, watching as Namjoon stared down at you while he undid his belt and slid his suit pants down before grabbing the helm of your dress and lifting it right above your ass.

“No panties?” He smirked, running his palms across the curves of your ass.

“They would’ve shown through the dress” You bit your lip as he squeezed the flesh of your ass in his hand.

“Smart girl.” He smiled, sliding his hands down to cup your heat, causing you to flinch, getting a hum in approval from him. “You’re always so sensitive.” He whispered to himself more than to you. “It never takes much to get you going.” He said while slowing sliding a finger into you, causing a small whimper to leave your lips.

“Do you think you can stay quiet for me?” He looked at you through the mirror, and you nodded. “Words.”

“Yes, I can stay quiet.” You sighed, as he slid his finger out, and spread your legs wider.

“Good.” Was all he said before sinking to his knees and placing his tongue flat against you, the feeling catching you off guard, and causing you to grip the sink for support. Your legs almost closing had it not been for Namjoon’s hold on your thighs, to pull you closer to him.

“Fuck, Joon, please. Do something.” You whined, backing yourself onto his face.

“But I am.” His muffled reply leaving the best vibrations in its wake.

“Eat me like you always do.” You whispered, reaching back with one hand to grab at his hair.

“Ask like a good girl.” He mumbled, drawing a small circle on your clit with his tongue.

“Please eat me like you always do.” You scrunched your eyes closed in frustration.

He hummed in response before poking his tongue inside you, then bringing it out to run up to your clit and suck on it, your legs tightening in response.

“Oh, shit.” You let out as he pushed two fingers into you, pumping at a reasonable pace to match his mouth, before speeding up, and curling ever so often, leaving you whimpering quietly while he did as he pleased, only stopping when your legs started to shake.

“I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you, okay?” He said breathlessly.

“Okay.” You swallowed hard, the thought turning you on even more as you looked into the mirror to see Namjoon grabbing his cock and pushing it inside you.

The both of you groaned as he bottomed out, and he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust before you pushed back to give him the hint that he could move.

He brought his hips back, making slow and shallow thrusts, before gradually speeding up, causing you to grab onto the sink even harder to keep your body from moving too much. Not that you were complaining because watching Namjoon’s face scrunch up in pleasure was even more of a turn on. The way his eyebrows furrowed together or the way his suit still looked good while he was slamming into you made the situation ten times hotter.

“You look so good underneath me, you know that? You take my cock so well.” He grunted, placing a finger on your clit and rubbing lightly. “Like your pussy was made just for me.” He emphasized his words with particularly hard thrusts and pinches to your clit, ignoring the whines and small moans that fell from your lips.

His words plus what you saw in the mirror were all too overwhelming and you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of Namjoon. But only for a moment as he grabbed your hair and made you look back into the mirror.

“I thought I said to watch, baby girl. You’re normally so good at listening, why can’t you do something so simple?”

“I-It’s too much to handle.” You whispered out.

“I know. I can feel you clenching. You like watching yourself get fucked, huh? Getting used like the fuck doll you are.” He licked his lips.

“Yes, fuck.” You started. “I love it so much.” You breathed out.

“Such a good girl for me. I know you’re about to cum, but hold on a bit, okay?”

You nodded and tried your best to hold your upcoming release back as you felt Namjoon pull out all the way and slam back in. The whine that left your lips maybe a little too loud, but at this point, you didn’t care, it felt too good to care.

“Rub your clit for me, baby, show me how much you wanna cum.” He growled, placing both hands on your hips, and pulling you back into him. Your hand trailing down between your legs to rub eagerly at your clit, your orgasm building fast.

“Mh, gonna cum for me? Go on then, cum for me, but say my name when you do.”

“Fuck, Namjoon, I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was higher in pitch and you knew you were getting even closer as the pressure in your stomach kept building, so close to snapping.

“Fuck, babe, I’m clo-” He was cut off by his own orgasm, his body stilling as his cum shot into you. His orgasm triggering yours.

While regaining your breaths, the realization of it all hit you. You just fucked in the restroom, at a public event. And now you had to deal with looking fucked out for the rest of the night.

“Fuck.” You groaned.

“What?” Namjoon spoke, sliding out of you and pulling his pants up.

“We still have the rest of the event to stay for and I look like shit.” You whined, getting up and straightening your dress back down.

Namjoon smiled down at you and draped his suit coat over you.

“Who said we had to stay?”

[deanssexplorations]

Finally Cracked Chicago

[Author’s note - At one point I was thinking of calling this entry “(Temporarily) Stymied by the Shapewear” but Calliope insisted that was not a sexy enough title. And since this is her story, and I like to think it a sexy one, who am I to argue?]

Chicago has proven to be a challenge for quite some time. Since Kimber and I opened our marriage nearly seven years ago, I’ve been fortunate enough to amass a wonderful coterie of lovely FWBs in cities to which I travel from time to time. I have had a number of adventures in New York (and New York) and Los Angeles. I get to see my friend Philly Filly a handful of times per year, I’ve had an adventure or two in Dallas (and one notable non-adventure), and even have had my share of sex when traveling for business abroad. Not to mention a very close call while I was en route to one of those trips for business abroad.

But Chicago has always stymied me. Despite it being one of my main business destinations. It’s certainly not for lack of trying. I’ve had quite a few Tinder connections that have led to heavy sexting, but which have ultimately fizzled out.

On one trip, I had a date set with an absolutely gorgeous woman I totally had the hots for. I texted her on the way in from the airport and all seemed on track, but when I arrived at my hotel she said she was trying to print something out for her boss and the printer was jamming and failing on her. I told her not to worry, and that I was in no rush. But an hour later, when she finally got everything figured out she told me it was too late in the evening and she was no longer in a sexy mood, so she sent me a (gorgeous) pic from the train station on her way home. We continued the texting/sexting relationship until the time came for me to plan my next trip, and she stopped returning my texts. In fairness she had a supposedly non-monogamous primary boyfriend, but it sounded a bit complicated, and it’s possible she got cold feet. Either way, nothing ended up happening with her.

Another time I had met a very sexy, very intelligent woman online who lived only a block or so away from my go-to hotel just off Michigan Avenue. We met for dinner (at the restaurant in my hotel) and there were immediate sparks. Which I could tell were completely mutual. Afterward we brought drinks to the mezzanine lobby of the hotel and had one of the hottest make out sessions I can recall. Every hormone in my body was aching to see her naked and I could absolutely tell she felt the same way, but when I asked if she wanted to come up to my room with me she declined. I could tell it was torturing her, but she told me she had “promised herself” she wouldn’t sleep with me on the first date.

Self slut shaming. And from a grown-ass woman who has every right to exercise her own sexual agency. Alas, it’s so easy in this society we’ve grown up in to get caught up in all that.

And strangely, she was another one who texted me for a while when I got back, then went radio silent, never to be heard from again. I’m assuming she found a fabulous boyfriend and is living with him happily ever after.

Then there was the near miss I wrote an entire blog entry on. A fabulous dinner and great connection, a lovely night all around, but another surprise sexless evening. The highlight of which was walking her to the train.

And yet I have to smile, albeit an ironic smile, because the hotel in which I like to stay in Chicago is so cool and I was so looking forward to having sex in it. It’s clean and sleek and modern, and the decorator had impeccable taste. The lobby is decorated with an eclectic mix of bookshelves packed with old books and file folder drawers of all shapes and sizes mounted on the walls. The rooms have Alexa in them and built-in acoustic brass speakers for your iPhones.

But best of all the rooms have glass-walled showers located between the bedroom and bathroom. You can draw a curtain for privacy, or you can open it to give your partner reclining on the king bed a nice show. I’ve had more than one FWB say “oh, awesome - that’s the perfect place for a strip tease.”

Which I totally agree with. And yet, over the span or seven or eight trips, I continue to await that elusive glass-box enclosed strip tease.

Poor me. I lead such a difficult existence.

But I never let Chicago get me down, and just like Charlie Brown picking himself up after Lucy pulls the ball away from him, I just kept going back to the drawing board and trying again. Which was the situation I found myself in a month or so back, when I scheduled my next trip to Chicago, set my Tinder location for north of The Loop, and began swiping away.

I met a few lovely women and began chatting with them. One in particular caught my attention, Calliope. She is Greek by heritage, with short, sassy hair and a devilish smile. She had a few body shots (fully clothed of course) on her profile which gave me a good sense of her quite voluptuous proportions. I liked what I saw.

And she had an interesting line in her profile:

“Flings and hookups are great, but I’m looking for a mate.”

Hmmm. Signs pointing in both directions. On the one hand, yes, she’s looking for the one. So there was that. But on the other she seemed to be implying she was no prude and in the meantime she would enjoy the male company the world brought her way, without compunctions or illusions. 

I was intrigued.

Fortunately she swiped me back, and we struck up a banter. But - and this part I did find unusual - even after a fairly heavy text thread over the next few days I continued to get ambiguous signals from her. On the one hand, she was engaged and engaging. I made the mistake of mentioning jazz as a musical genre (no doubt in a brazen attempt to seem more cultured than I actually am) and she went on about it and even sent me a playlist of her favorite jazz songs. Which were very good by the way. She was witty, entertaining, and seemed very genuinely interested in me, and not at all put off by my open marital situation.

On the other hand, Calliope didn’t nibble at my several subtle overtures to take the conversation in a more overtly sexual direction. Even more tellingly, when I suggested a drink at my hotel after her work dinner engagement the night I was going to be in town, she countered with a bar a short drive away - explaining that it was a quicker drive home for her.

Again, hmmm. The clear interpretation of that would be “I’m not going to sleep with you on the first date.” On the other hand, she could have just been sending an “I’m not a slut” signal (it happens frequently) but may prove to be more malleable on the spot. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman who was allegedly not going to sleep with me changed her mind by the end of our date.

At any rate, I knew to go in with no expectations. If for no other reason than we were in Chicago!

;-)

My trip finally arrived and I texted her on my way in from the airport. Calliope’s dinner date had been cancelled by that point and we had agreed on an elegant restaurant per her suggestion. I stopped briefly by my hotel to drop my bags and freshen up, and grabbed an Uber to the restaurant.

I arrived about five minutes early and told the hostess my date would be arriving shortly, only to be told that she too had already arrived and was in the restroom. Nice. I like punctual people. I decided to wait for her in the lobby.

A minute later she emerged from the restroom, and I was instantly taken. Calliope was every bit as attractive as in her pictures, of course, and her body just as fabulous, but what really set me off was the way she carried herself. While she is average height, she just had a bearing, a confidence, that I found alluring. The best way I can put it is she was obviously extremely comfortable in her own skin.  And oh, yes, she was wearing a body-hugging black dress that zipped all the way down the front.

It zipped all the way down the front.

We exchanged smiles and hellos, and she leaned in for a hug. We found our table and ordered some wine. Before I knew it, two hours had flown by. We started out talking about our careers. Calliope works in the non-profit sector, making the world a better place, which was something we had in common as I dabble a little in that in my free time.

But as engaging as that part of the conversation was, the energy ramped up considerably when we (inevitably) turned to sex. She inquired about Kimber and me opening our marriage, and I asked about her past relationships. Topic led to topic dand I told her about my various proclivities, including my affection for groups. She told me she loved group parties as well, although she hadn’t been to many and the last one was many years ago, before her latest LTR (in which the sex was winding down). It was in the suburbs and wasn’t great. I gave her thoughts on reconnecting into the scene in Chicago and some apps and online resources she could look into. 

I was enjoying watching the sparkle build in her eyes and I could tell she could feel the energy as well. I was growing more excited to see where this would lead.

As dinner wound down she excused herself for the bathroom, but announced that she intended to kiss me on the way. I stood (which I don’t think she was expecting) and gave her a long, slow, deep kiss, standing right at the table, in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I’m sure we had every pair of eyes in the restaurant on us.

Back from the bathroom, I asked Calliope to accompany me to my hotel. “I totally want to have sex with you,” she replied to my delight. “Just not tonight.” (Curse you, Chicago!) In fact, she promised that we would have sex the next night, as that was a two-night trip for me and I did not have plans the next night. I smiled and told her I understood, but that I wasn’t quite ready to let her off the hook that evening.

I led around the corner to a small alley off the main street. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her forcefully. As we made out, my hands roamed up and down her back and along her waist. I ran them through her hair and touched her neck. I unzipped her dress - a bit - and gazed at her lacy black bra. I traced her cleavage with my fingertips.

I could hear a small moan as my erection thrust against her leg, and I felt her thrust her pelvis into mine.

My hands made their way to her legs and started making their way up her skirt. She quickly stopped me, clearly mortified, and explained that she wasn’t wearing the right undergarments, so to speak. I chucked and told her that wasn’t my first encounter with Spanx and probably wouldn’t be my last. But I relinquished my pursuit and moved my hands back to her breasts.

What I didn’t tell her is that a blog entry title popped into my head: “(Temporarily) Defeated by the Shapewear.“

She vowed to wear sexier undergarments the next night, explaining that is the conundrum of women a certain age: do you look better fully dressed, or mostly not?  For the record, my vote is mostly always “mostly not.”

The next evening we met for a quick drink in the hotel bar before racing up to my room. We had both spent the day in breathless anticipation, spending far too much time on sexy texts when we both should have been working.

Finally in the room, I gave her a tour, including the glass shower, and my mischievous side couldn’t help but ask her to do a strip tease for me. She fumbled a bit and declined, saying it wasn’t really her thing. I realized of course that I was trying to force a situation rather than let it unfold naturally, and let it go.

But I also saw my next blog entry title floating away: “Glass Shower Strip Tease”. Oh well.

But what she did do is drop to her knees and begin unbuckling my belt. Anticipation rushed through my body and I felt an erection come on instantly. She expertly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I love the contrast from her earlier ambiguity to now, and I loved watching her clearly go for what she wanted.

She must have sucked my cock for a good ten or fifteen minutes. It was divine.

After that, I pinned Calliope to the bed and started kissing her. Her clothes started coming off and I was thrilled to reveal her enormous breasts. My favorite kind. Eventually I went down on her, slowly teasing her and playing with her panties, kissing and stroking her thighs. I could tell it was making her crazy so I finally took her panties off and started paying attention to her beautiful pussy. She turned out to be an orgasmic laugher - don’t snicker, it’s a real thing. I’ve come across more than one in my day. I don’t know if it feels ticklish (I’ve been told it does not) but there are certain women who can’t control it but to start laughing when they hit their climax.

Finally she couldn’t take any more and pushed me away from her pussy. She then returned the favor, giving me a fabulous blow job before we turned to the actual fucking.

It was a hot, carnal, passionate evening. She was voracious, and I loved that. Probably the thing that turns me on the most is a woman who is really into it. It feeds my own energy level inspires me to raise my own game. Finally, after an hour or so, we collapsed in a heap, cuddling and chatting. Which led to round two, consisting of my second blowjob of the evening and me coming in her mouth.

Calliope had to leave at that point as she needed some things from home and couldn’t spend the night. But not before we started conspiring future debaucherous capers, swiping around on Feeld, and plotting various people and couples we could tempt into threesomes or foursomes.

But I’m already planning another whole blog entry around that. Stay tuned.

[Author’s note: when I gave Calliope a courtesy read of this entry to see if I had mischaracterized or left something out - and she did have several great edits! - she told me she may just have to give me that glass shower strip tease next time I’m in Chicago. And she might even bring along a friend.  But like I say, stay tuned for a future blog entry on that...]

[inspired-aspirer]

Z Berg and Ryan Ross Concert Masterpost

hello and I am sorry that I promised to post before Christmas about my experience of flying to LA for the Z Berg and Friends concert where I saw and met Ryan Ross. Here is a breakdown of the night and how it went from what I remember and if you have any questions after I post this I will do my best to answer them and if I cannot I will tell you and perhaps someone who can answer you question better than I.

1. anything before the concert

So I know many of the people reading this are not in fact, from Los Angeles California, and I can say I am not one of those people. I live in the middle of nowhere, better known as the state of Oklahoma. So the trip in and of itself was my Christmas present and cost ten times over the price of the ticket to the concert itself. I decided to purchase the tickets after Ryan Ross posted to instagram his photo of the Bad List shoot with “…Gonna play some new ones” as the caption to his post on 30th November. I then convinced three of my friends to come with me, flying from Oklahoma, Georgia and another from Alabama. We found some cheap ass tickets that ran about $250 each and convinced some family friends to let us use their beach house for a weekend and we were off. The tickets were $15.00 before taxes and fees, afterwards they rang up to be a grand total of $18.21.

It is notable that the tickets sold out prior to the day of the concert so I would recommend with any of Z’s concerts in the future, to buy your tickets weeks in advance to avoid anyone not getting a ticket.

2. the day of the concert

a. before doors open

The location of the concert was at the Pico Union Project which my friends and I looked up the night before to scope out the place. I recommend looking up the places around it if you plan on camping out for the day for a restroom and most definitely pack snacks. I ate lunch at noon and made the mistake of not eating again until 6am the next day which really was not a good thing. So pack snacks and take care of yourself. We got there around 3:30pm and there were already about 30ish people. We just missed Z coming out early to see everyone and take pictures, but nonetheless, we got a pretty great spot in line. I will say that for the most part, all of the people waiting outside the concert were lovely, and we all had a great time talking about what we were looking forward to and where everyone was from. I met some chill locals who had been to these things before, a guy who had been to every single one of Z’s concerts and a girl who, like me, got this trip as a Christmas present and flew with her mom all the way from Massachusetts.

*We all added eachother on insta and facebook so 10/10 quality people.

I will however, point out some things that were not good or respectful, and I hope people in the future will refrain from doing this in the future. 

1. Being disrespectful to people passing by, especially to some of the homeless people we saw walking by throughout the evening. 

2. Wearing new Panic! merch (I’ll get into this later because there was an issue to be dealt with during the meet and greet time.)

3. Playing new Panic! songs while people are trying to listen the pre-show sound check and rehearsals, or just playing new Panic! stuff in general

4. Also I overheard a group of girls say “Honestly, I am more of a Brendon fan, he is sooo hot. And tbh fuck Ryan Ross haha” and I get it, everyone is entitled to their opinion and such but if you are going to have that attitude, please keep it to yourself. I didn’t hear such negativity during the meet and greet from them but it really put me in a bad mood when I heard that.

The doors did open right at 8 o’clock and everyone was really good at staying in their place in line and not rushing the door. Have your tickets ready to scan and phones at full brightness. (Bring battery packs because you will need your phone for a ticket scan and probably for pics of the performances and if you want to meet them later so save it for as long as possible.) Due to our great spot in line we sat in the fourth row back which was prime seating and we had the great luck of sitting behind Z’s family which was really fun to hear them talk about the work put into the show and other fun tid bits. There was even a point when her grandmother said something like “I don’t know why they insisted on leaving so late to get here. I think they should have left early and had a nice lunch before all this” and I thought that was the most adorable and grandma thing to say. Also if you are 21 or older, you can get a wristband for alcohol, if you have your ID out and ready to show them when you first walk into the venue when they scan your ticket. I also recommend getting into the line for merch quickly because things do sell out and the line does take forever. I immediately got in line when my ticket was scanned while my friends snagged seats and it still took me about 20-30 minutes to get everything I wanted. Also I recommend taking cash to buy things, it makes everything go faster.

b. the concert

The concert itself was amazing. Z hosted the entire first half from the balcony in an exact replica of Sharon Tate’s wedding dress as I am sure you have seen photos of. I will confirm, it was magical. She curses like a sailor in front of a backdrop of pure grace. She interacted with he audience the entire time and genuinely enjoys just spending time with her fans and the people that came to hear some good music. The first half of the show was the “& Friends” portion of the show, with majority of the people playing one song each with a few exceptions such as Azure Ray, Jackson Browne, Alex Greenwald and of course, Ryan Ross. 

So throughout the concert, people in the concert/show (idk what I would call it officially???) would come in and out from backstage to watch each other, which I thought was wholesome. Ryan did not come out to watch like everyone else and my working theory is, the one time he did poke his head out the door, first of all, me and like 10 other people saw him, he smiled and winked (I died) and then went back in, after that people stopped paying attention to whomever was onstage and so I think he didn’t want to take away from the other acts performing. It's admirable and I understand why he stayed backstage until it was his time to go and then would promptly exit after his numbers were done. 

In the first half Ryan came out with Alex Greenwald and played the guitar for him. Everyone screamed and cheered despite the wonderfully melancholic mood of the crowd mixed with the beautifully crestfallen music that had preceded them. Alex jokingly said “wow you guys are so nice” after we screamed following the remark someone in the back made along the lines of “I love you Ryan”. Let’s be honest, we were all thinking it and she had the courage to say it. So as far as the number, he sat and played his guitar in a suit that looked one size too big and jet black hair that was perfectly out of place. It was heaven. Following Alex’s song, Ryan ditched the guitar and joined him to sing “Lonely Moonlight” as a duet. He made jokes prior to the song saying they wrote it “18 or 25 years ago”. Alex agreed and laughed to which Ryan amended “actually it was the year 1825 when we wrote this” and the crowed giggled with them. 

What I’m getting at is this entire concert, there were moments when you felt like no one else was around and you are sitting in any one of their living rooms, having a good time listening to them play their music and laugh with each other. “Lonely Moonlight” was beautiful and the hall was silent a part from them, no one dared speak until Ryan smiled and walked off the stage and disappeared backstage again. A few more beautiful songs later, many which Z sang in followed and then there was a brief intermission for approximately 15 minutes. 

The second half of the concert Z came back on stage to the “Overture” from Nightmare Before Christmas and I died. Her voice is literally angelic and I just want everyone to know that while you damn well know that she knows she has the best fuckin’ voice ever, she remained absolutely graceful about it in any duet she did and didn’t try to out do anyone and remained humble the entire freaking time and I’m gonna cut myself off right now because she is my role model. 

*inhales* 

Anyways, so I’m just gonna tell you she brought Ryan on stage with one of the most iconic ways you could bring Ryan on stage, “Um, haha, I think I need a little baby Ryro” *everyone screams* “I do that to when he walks into a room. After ten years it is getting pretty fuckin’ annoying” and he smiled and laughed and everyone was probably either screaming or crying or a combination of both. She and Ryan sang “Calm Before the Storm” together, he just sang with her and she played the guitar as well. After his bit in the song was done, he just walked to the back of the stage and sat on the floor and just smiled at her and did some funny gestures, (Again, I have this on video, I just don’t know how to link long videos in a tumblr post). The crowd was amused by this and it caused Z to turn around to see what was going on, and they laughed. 

Again the atmosphere was pure enjoyment and I wish everyone would get to experience that at any concert. Then he walked off stage while Z said “yeah we just love to watch you walk away” and truer words have never been spoken. The final time he did come out to perform was, of course, for “The Bad List”. 

c. The Bad List

Yes I am giving this one song an entire thing on it’s own because I just have a lot of things to say about this performance of this song. 

First of all, during the soundcheck while we (all the crazy fans) were outside we heard the song resonate outside the walls and the sound was angelic, so you could only imagine what it sounded like inside the venue. 

Second, everything before, during, and after really just was surreal and thank god I have the whole thing on video (and I mean the WHOLE 7.5 minutes) because it is NOT something I want to ever forget. Ryan came onstage, and hugged Z and everyone awed, and then she went into this adorable and heart-warming speech thanking her fans and the people coming out tonight while Ryan tried to move his mic to the other side of her. 

This was hilarious for two reasons. 

First, any footage I have seen of Ryan Ross, out doing normal people things has just been gold because just like the rest of us, I would imagine, he is on the struggle bus every day going nowhere fast. So he had a time and a half trying to move the mic stand along with everything else to the other side of the stage. 

Second, Z was completely oblivious the entire time he was trying his best, to move the mic. Adorable really. He also chimed in at the end of her speech that “She means that it’s all she has been talking about all week” which apparently embarrassed her but let’s be real, she is two perfect and sweet to even think abou tbeing embarassed. Don’t worry, she got him back by calling him out for saying they should turn up the piano “a weenie bit”. Then she announced they were going to sing “The Bad List” and everyone cheered to which Ryan responded with a sarcastic “Wait have you heard it yet?” and yeah, the song began. 

It was divinely depressing. It was perfection.

Videos of the preformance don’t do it justice. We were the first and so far the only audience to hear it live, and everything I did to get there up to this point was worth it. It was the best performance of any song I have ever witnessed. I will navigate this hell site and hopefully figure out how to upload the video without getting copyright to take it down on my youtube channel and link it below so you guys can watch it. 

As many of you know, the song it super personal to them and a few times, you heard Z’s voice break from the truth the lyrics spoke about their life, and when each of them sang, the other really didn’t look at them. It was moving to see the emotion that drove the lyrics to the song and to hear which lines bled the most to each of them. In the piano instrumental part of the song, Ryan broke up the melancholy mood by asking Z to dance with him and they smiled and had a blast (or so it looked). She eventually went limp in his arms to play dead and you could see Ryan laughing at the theatrics she pulled. 

After the song ended, the smiled, everyone cheered, and they exchanged a few words which I couldn’t make out before she pulled everyone on stage for the final number. Ryan, ever the smol bean, walked to the side of the stage and did his best to blend in when everyone else from the evening piled on stage.

d. last number and Post-concert

Ok so I am almost done, I promise. The last number was “All Out of Tears” which everyone came up on stage for and sang with her on. Everyone stood up from thier pews for the last song and everyone clapped, danced, and sang along with her. The guitar and bass from the speakers were so loud that the “Z” hanging above the stage fell down in the middle of the performance, to which Alex Greenwald played the tambourine to throughout the second half of the song. Z promised that she would stay until the very last person got a picture or hug or autograph and wouldn’t leave until then. 

The concert ended on a high note unlike another. 

side note: so I know there is a joke about Ryan not being able to clap, and let me tell you, I made a point to look at the big ass rings he wears all the time when I met him, and yeah it would make me not able to clap normal either. In the video I have of them preforming “All Out of Tears” he at one point shakes his hands and mouths “ow” because I’d imagine his poor hands hurt. So yeah, still funny but give the guy a break.

After a breif break they all came out from backstage and made their way to the Christmas tree. They (Ryan and Z, the rest of the people left before I could get their autograph) kept their promise. Ryan came out chugging yellow red bulls and Z was a new woman after ripping off her straps to her dress (she told me and my friends this). I waited two and a half hours in line to meet Ryan and Z. It was at about two in the morning when I finally got my turn to speak to him. I noticed throughout the evening, he was never short with anyone, and if someone seemed overwhelmed and nervous (@me) he would take a pause, ask for your name and listen intently to whatever that person had to say to him. I was extremely nervous to have him sign any old Panic! merch and I have a few things to say about Ryan Ross and Panic! merch at the concert.

First off, don’t wear it, especially if it is new. Now I am not one for gatekeeping on a lot of things. However, I did see an individual (my hero) make a girl take of a new Panic! lanyard before she went up to see Ryan. It is disrespectful and frankly insensitive for anyone to do that to him in my opinion. The entire time he was patient, and understanding and omg if you ever get to hear his chuckle you will surely die and go to heaven, but I am appalled at anyone who would wear new Panic! merch or have the audacity to have him sign it. Thankfully, she took it off and I didn’t see anyone ask him to sign any new Panic! merch.

Second, Ryan is more than delighted to see The Young Veins apparel. One of the people I met at the concert was wearing a Young Veins sweatshirt and I saw some albums and CD’s people brought to him to sign and he had no issue doing so. 

Third, on the issue of Panic! merch he WAS a part of, such as AFYCSO and Pretty. Odd. albums, he signs them no problem. The girl right before me had all three CD’s (afycso, pretty odd, and take a vacation) and he said “Wow haha, you have all three of them” and laughed. I split up the stuff I wanted signed between myself and three friends so I got four things signed. One was my 2007 Rolling Stones issue where Panic! made the cover, I flipped the magazine to the page that had his face on it and when I gave it to him I had the best reaction. 

Well, first I totally blanked out so I only remember this because one of my friends videotaped the whole thing. Anyways, I said “hi, don’t hate me for what I am about to have you sign” among other things, gave him a letter and a bag of sour patch kids, and he said, no worries and just continued talking to me like it was no big deal. when I handed him the magazine he went “Oh man, I haven’t seen this photo in a while.” and even was stumped as to where he should sign it. He took the time to talk to me and let me say what I wanted to say to him. I asked to hug him and he said ok. Just so you know, he lets you take any kind of photo you want (within reason). Unfortunately I don’t have a single photo where we are looking at the same camera, but I have a 10/10 photo of Ryan Ross giving me a hug and let me just say, I am blessed. Another of my friends got an afysco vinyl signed and another got the booklet to my Pretty. Odd. CD signed without any issue or trouble. 

Now, my friend had a silver sharpie which I gave her before to sign a poster I bought of the cover of The Bad List with him and Z on it and she said he went to sign it, started to, then saw the silver sharpie, and went, “that is a silver sharpie” and she went, “it is” and then he said “I want to sign with the silver sharpie” so he signed my poster AGAIN in silver sharpie. Then, she went to Z to have her sign it, and she signed it and said “Wait, did he sign this twice? Well now I have to” and she signed the poster at the top in the middle and again on the picture. So that is the story of how I got the poster signed twice by both of them. 

e. Tid bits

I don’t think you want to hear all of the tid bits I have from talking to them on and off for an hour or so but here are the highlights.

I also got to hear Ryan say he made the Christmas playlist that was playing in the background. 

At one point, Z said, “I have to go to the bathroom, but he will be mad at me if he knows I left. Don’t tell him” and ran to the bathroom. Well Ryan did notice and went “where did she go” and we said “She said we can’t tell you” and he laughed and went back to signing and talking to whoever was next in line. 

Before I left Ryan I said to him “by the way, I can’t wait to hear the new music” and he chuckled and replied “Soon, I promise” and smiled before I left, so there’s that. 

Also might I add. I got the best hug of my life from Z. I spent like two solid minutes with my fiends telling her she was absolute perfection (there are no lies in that statement) and gushed over how amazing the show was and everything else and then she game me a solid, and I mean solid, 30 second hug and to be honest I didn’t want to let go. Then we talked to her some more and had a good time and then realized we had to leave because we had about 2 and a half hours until we had to be at LAX for our flight out. I cried on the way back because hello? I met Ryan Ross and Z Berg and you best believe I will do just about anything to make sure I can go to any more of her concerts.

So yeah I will try to post videos later. Thank you for your patience with me and uploading it. If you have ANY questions, please send me an ask. I won’t mind answering them at all. I hope everyone had a wonderfully dreadful Christmas on The Bad List and I can’t wait to see what music Ryan has in store for 2019.

much love ♥♥♥

[creedslove]

Oof. I think we need some headcanons for sexting w Victor

We certainly do 💦👅

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- Victor getting into technology isn't really the big deal since he is a two hundred year old guy; adapting to new things became a habit throughout the centuries

- That's why he has no problem in learning everything about internet, smartphones, social media and etc

- But he is still a big grumpy cat who sees no point in memes and other things young people are into on the internet so he goes like:

"Why do you all do this on the internet kitten? When I was their age, I had already fought 73 wars and died of malaria four times"

- And that sounded a lot funnier in my native language

- So yeah, helping Victor out could be at least annoying. Like, you don't need to explain him why you like to take pictures with cute snapchat filters or you laugh at memes SOME THINGS HAVE NO EXPLANATION VICTOR

- And so things seemed to have no point for poor Victor, until the day you taught him a concept that drew his attention: sexting

- Dear Lord that man purred in approval when you told him about it and you could see him thinking of all the possibilities for when he's out on a job

- But things require practice, right? So even in the same room Victor started sending you *funny* messages, which you thought it was dummy at first but that man got you pressing your thighs together in no time

- One of his favorite little games is sexting you while you guys are in the same room, preferably with other people inside as well, this way he can be so dirty in his texts while he enjoys your aroused scent spreading in the air and seeing you trying to behave among the people

- Victor is explicit when he sends you the messages, they are dirty, naughty and they make you horny in no time because you know he will do all those things when he has the chance to and it will be great

- Victor likes to send nudes too. Whenever he's working, he starts off by sending you naked pics and you guys always end up on Skype video chatting and masturbating for each other

- Which became a great help when he is away from you, and he likes how dirty you get on camera so Vic started getting you certain things he wants to watch you using/wearing for him

- You absolutely hate when he has to be away for day on business, you'd rather have your sexy feral boyfriend right there with you, but you also can't deny how exciting it is to have a new *gift* when he is gone

- Sometimes it is a new sexy outfit he wants to you strip teasing for him, or a dildo/vibrator, a buttplug or any other toy, Victor is very creative

- Since he goes abroad quite often, timezones it is something you guys deal with all the time, so it isn't too uncommon to get a nude from Victor while you are at work/college

- Or just because he knows how turned on and embarrassed you'll get after getting a new pic of his big, thick cock in the middle of a work meeting

- And how you can't resist sending a nude pic of yourself back, even if it means having to rush to the restroom

- But Victor also sent Logan his nude once, by accident of course, his claws sometimes aren't very useful for touchscreen and shit happens

- But seeing his little brother's angry reaction afterwards was hilarious, Logan had never cursed Victor that much since Stryker and that made your boyfriend nearly piss himself out of laughter

- Not so funny when Victor sent your nude to Logan by accident as well though

- He doesn't even know how the hell that happened, he was just trying to zoom it and then it was sent

- Victor got angry, but not as much as you did, you guys actually had an argument about it because you felt embarrassed for real

- Creed didn't even care about his brother's teasing words when they said you were hot af, after all it was true, he was more concerned about your fight and your threat of never sending him another dirty pic again

- He decided to make it up to you by having some mind blowing sex, after all it was okay if he couldn't see any more pics of you, since he still had free access to your naked body, right there, in front of him

- And you knew it was just a matter of time until he had to leave again, you knew you could never resist Victor and his sexy games, no matter how hard you wanted to 😏

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GOD THIS IS AMAZING CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME VICTOR CREED'S PHONE NUMBER THANK YOU

[thelostsmiles]

If this is how I feel with having just seen him, I can’t even imagine how it’ll be meeting him one day...

This year has been a blessing. April and May have been my favorite so far. I wanted to write about Letters Live in NY this past weekend but how could I when I haven’t even written about the IW premiere? I share my moment with you now :) It’s long but it’s everything I want to say and pictures are included so if you’re up for it, enjoy x

I had already been planning to go to the Avengers Infinity War LA premiere since last year. I asked for the day off and things were looking good.

The premiere was on Monday. With so many high profile celebrities attending, I expected a big crowd. Even so, I underestimated the event. I got there on Sunday early afternoon and there were already about 40 people in front of me. I did not lose hope though. Night time came and the workers started putting up tall, black barricades along the sidewalk, the same sidewalk where we were standing waiting. Everyone around me got discouraged because it seemed we wouldn’t even be able to see them walk the red carpet (it was actually purple in representation of Thanos). I felt a little anxious about it but I was already there and I was in it for the long-haul. After a chilly night, morning came and people started putting away the camping gear they had laid out. Some women left to use public restrooms to change into nicer clothes and others left to get breakfast. I had formed an alliance with two comic book aficionados in front of me and a couple of lovely teenage girls behind me who were there to see Seb. We watched each others place in line as we took turns leaving our spot for necessities. I refused to drink and eat too much in fear that I’d miss an announcement or something of the sort. Around 11am, we saw police officers come near us and they started taking measurements up against the black gates that were in place. They didn’t give us any updates but we kept on eye on them and tried to listen to their conversation. Our biggest fear was that they would block every one and nobody would get to see a single thing. About 15 minutes later, I saw them from a distance coming back with tall and wide hedges that were to be placed next to the ends of the gates to look pretty. They were closing off everyone that wasn’t in the very front inside of this bullpen looking box. I was right next to the closing section. I did not just sleep on the cold, hard floor for nothing. I was not about to miss my opportunity of seeing Benedict for the first time. The group in front of me asked the people in front of them if they would squeeze forward to allow us to get closer behind them. Surprisingly, they did. And that’s when I somehow managed to get into the box right before the hedges went up and they closed everyone else off. It ended up being about 100-150? fans in the box. I had made it! I would be getting a wrist band guaranteeing that I would see the stars... the one star I was there for.

After a couple more hours and a few issues here and there, the time had come. I was at the very front up against the gate. I was quite happy because since I’m short, there’s no way I’d get to see anything if I was in the back with taller people in front of me. I had my special comic book open and ready. I was set.

I saw Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, Zoe Saldana, Mark Ruffalo, Paul Rudd, Chadwick Boseman, Dave Bautista, Anthony Russo, Stan Lee, Chris Hemsworth, Karen Gillan, Letitia Wright, Gwyneth Paltrow, and more. They were all lovely but both Toms, Mark, and Paul were by far the sweetest of all!

I was yet to see my main man. I was getting nervous. I had many thoughts rushing through my mind. What if he arrives too late and doesn’t have time to greet us? What if he does make his way over but only does one half of the crowd and then leaves? What if, what if, what if. I forced myself to stop thinking and just wait. I did. I waited.

From where I was standing I could see the main stage on the carpet in front of me to my left. (We were across the street. Think of it as them on one sidewalk and us on the other with two lanes in between us.) I kept looking over there standing on my toes as if that would help me get a better view. I saw all sorts of celebrities go up but not B.

I had my phone in my pocket because the last thing I wanted was my battery to die at the most inconvenient moment (which wouldn’t matter anyways). I remember looking down at my book admiring the autographs my nerdy self had already collected. I was trying to figure out a certain signature when my phone started buzzing. It vibrated once then twice, three times, a fourth and so on. It kept vibrating but it didn’t feel like a phone call. They were alerts. I took a quick peak at the screen as it lit up and I didn’t even have to open any of them. I already knew what it was about having read the first line, “HE’S THERE! AND WITH SOPHIE!” My heart went into tachycardia and my palms started sweating. I said a silent and genuine thank you to my friends for having my back and keeping me updated on twitter

There were other stars still coming near us to sign but I honestly do not remember who. I was busy keeping my eyes on Benedict. I didn’t want to lose sight of him until I did. Oh, no. Where had he gone?

The fun group of girls that stood behind me in line were about 5 people away next to my left. They were really tall and had a better view at the starting point. I heard one of them call out, “Alex! He’s here! He’s coming!” I wouldn’t shut up about my love for B and DS the whole time and everyone knew I was there for him. The man next to my left who was also taller than me (everyone is taller than me lol) also caught a glimpse of him and he nudged me to tell me that the Master of the Mystic Arts himself was getting closer to our side. 

Oh my literal god. I kept telling myself to relax but it didn’t do much. The tears that had formed earlier found a way out and they were now rolling down my cheeks. At least I wasn’t sobbing and I most certainly did not get hysterical. I started saying his name. “Benedict! Benedict... Benedict.” He was arriving to our side and I was finally able to see him now. He got to the man next to me and he spoke to him. Upon hearing that deep, smooth voice, I could’ve fainted there and then had I let myself. It is a dream like no other. Was I breathing? Thank God it’s an automatic mechanism because I would’ve forgotten how to do it. I’m surprised I didn’t drop the book I was holding out in front of me. 

Now, remember, I’m short. The lady behind me had a big poster wrapped around a piece of cardboard and she had placed that over my head and it hung in front of me covering me a bit. I was just about to shove it away from me when this angel came to my rescue. He pushed the poster aside to get a better look at me. The poster faded away and that’s when I saw him directly in front of me. I have never seen anyone so beautiful and so very handsome and gorgeous and stunning and brilliant and marvelous and all good things as he is before. This will sound cliché but oh well. It’s true. I did not know true beauty until he was standing right there inches in front of me. 

I forgot how to do anything but keep my eyes open and smile. These two pics were taken by the man next to me who was kind enough to share them with me afterwards. In the second pic, you can see he’s looking my way. Maybe he noticed that mean lady behind me? It was now my turn and I was beyond happy. Something clicked in my brain and it told me to speak up. “Benedict... Benedict. Patrick Melrose. You’re going to be amazing!” He was already signing my book but he paused as if in shock that someone mentioned PM. Still holding the sharpie in one hand and the book with the other, he looked up at me and smiled. Let me take a fangirl moment here and scream because aaaaaahhhh he looked right into my own two eyes! He was wearing glasses but the California sun was peering through the shades and this allowed me to see his golden lashes flicker up and down. Still looking at me, he said the sweetest most sincere, “Thank you.” I could tell it meant a lot to him because there he was, standing with a crowd that was chanting “Ben”, “Doctor Strange” and “Stephen” the whole time (which makes sense given that it was AIW) and this shorty (me) was saying a completely different name. It caught his attention and why wouldn’t it? It is his passion project. I have been wanting to tell him all the things I feel about this project since the day we found out he was cast as the leading man. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to in these few seconds of interaction with him. I said what I thought would be enough to convey what I felt for the most part. Having now seen BN, I can safely say I was right. He finished signing his last name and in that moment I realized I was grateful he has a long name because that just means he takes a little longer with the fans :P

He proceeded to sign the others next to me. Even the pushy lady behind me because he’s kind like that. Karon tapped him to ask him something and he turned around towards his right. Bless her. This gave me extra time to admire him. After, he continued signing for the men next to my right and I still kept looking at him. He was undeniably gorgeous in that chocolate velvet suit. The moment had finally made its way into my brain and I couldn’t help myself any longer. With a few tears running down my face I said, “I love you, Benedict.” What happened next is something I never expected to experience in my entire life and, therefore, it took me by surprise. He actually heard me and replied back, “Love you too, darling.” This is the moment my soul left my body. I died a little this day. I got an “ily” and a “darling”. I don’t need anything ever again to live. This is more than enough.

He finished the section, waved and blew a kiss to everyone, said thanks and walked away. That was it. He walked back onto the carpet and into the tent and he was gone. He may have left but the memory of what I have shared with you now has stayed with me since. I cherish it more than anything I own, more than  other amazing moments that have happened to me. Writing this weeks later, I have seen him two other times now but nothing compares to the first moment when you see someone who you love and admire with all your heart. I realize how fortunate I am to have this and I will never take it for granted.

[grgop]

Geneva, the French and the Međimurci

After months of residing in the darkness of inactivity here comes a fresh review of the recent trip to Switzerland. Those 3 days were without expectations and with plenty of spontaneous decisions that turned out...awesome. I even managed get my Master thesis done and sent to print hours before the trip thus not having to bring my laptop there and work at the airport. I would also use this chance to thank again our hosts for the wonderful time we spent there as well as for helping us with the stay in Geneve. Merci beaucoup...or whatever you write it.  Now what was all this about, when, why and how...please start scrolling. The whole trip was planned a few months ago as one our best and closest Uni colleagues was going to get married. Since we were sitting next to each other since the day 1 of the University life (and were breaking the Erasmus Intership Exchange ice together writing the letters and creating our portfolios in the bars between the Uni lectures...) there was no way for me not to come there. Wait a bit more to see the wedding pics. The interesting story is that she had met her future husband during Erasmus internship in Paris while I was in Vienna (maybe I should apply again for the exchange?). One of the last things in life I imagined was ending up on a wedding in Switzerland and be surrounded with the French and the Međimurci. On the trip there and back again I was with a few colleagues whom we will refer to as “the Noone”. Let’s start with...

DAY 1: Travelling from Zagreb to Venice Marco Polo Airport. Getting lost in Venice. Evening arrival to Geneve 

Just before our trip there were several problems that were kept in secret in order not to spread panic. Our return flight with EasyJet was cancelled due to French Airline’s strike and luckily I was online to check us in on the next one an hour later. Had we not had the second flight the same evening things would gotten nasty with the bus schedule and arriving home on Monday morning to hand in our binded Master’s thesises. 

The second crisis emerged early in the morning around 3am when I realized:

a) I left the sunglasses at my barber’s desk the day earlier

b) I forgot the headphones on my desk!!

We travelled with Flixbus, direct line from Zagreb to Marco Polo Airport, at 7.30am and arrived a bit later than scheduled due to traffic problems on the Italian highway and a traffic mess at the bus station in Trieste (sorry Italians, it was another prejudice come true...). 

We came to our destination around 2.30pm and had almost 5 hours free before the flight. And what should we do?

Go to Venice of course! For the price of 15 Euros you get the bus return ticket from the airport to Venice. My colleague was there for the first time and for me it was the 3rd. I honestly didn’t expect going there but ... was worth it. The plan was to drink coffee somewhere but we didn’t have time as...umm... I wanted to make a tour around and we got lost on our way back...just a bit. : -) In the end we managed to get in time back.

The overall impression of Venice?

Crowded, hot, stinky...few buildings and streets that impress you in the beginning and then you get bored and start counting nationalities and bricks in the walls. As well as the shades to hide in. 

Just before the security check in I realized that I totally messed up with clothes and items in the travel bag...bringing unecessary stuff that took plenty of space. Never again listen to the others and just keep it simple. So I was forced to put my pants, part of ceremonial clothes etc. into the bags of my colleagues. :-D Just like Voldemort with the horcruxes.

Speaking of food and water supplies on your trips and specifically at the airports...there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who buy the bottled water in duty free shops... and those who drink and fill them in the restrooms (toilets). During my 3 days I only drank water from the restroom. Save money, save the nature. 

Our flight was around 8pm and I spent most of it (one hour) sleeping dead tired. For those of you who’ve been following me from before you might remember I’ve already been to Switzerland but never in Geneve. (scroll down the blog for those posts).

Geneva airport? While going towards the exit you pass by numerous billboards of the Swiss watches...Rolex, Rolex, Rolex...and Rolex..and so on for the next 5 minutes. The good thing is that all the arriving guests have 80 minutes free public transport ticket so we went to the next stop (Geneve Cornavin). Our hostel (Geneve Hostel) was about 5-7 minutes by foot and close to the Geneva lake. Boys in one room, girls in another to avoid the potential problems. And unplanned weddings. 

At the hostel we were also given free public transport ticket that was valid for the whole Saturday and Sunday which helped a lot. It included the train, the boats, the buses and the tram within Geneve. Since France was super close (cca 4 km) there was even a tram line leading there (about 30 minutes)...we heard you can have a cheaper lunch there and planned “to visit France” on Sunday but plans changed. 

Before the sleep we searched around the hostel area for some cheap place to grab some food. Now, the word “cheap” in Switzerland is not as same as “cheap” here and the best for your psychological health is not to convert the currency. We found the Ali Kebab place right next to the hostel and ate Chicken Kebab with some salad and French fries for 17,5 Franks, a meal we split for two. This was relatively similar to some prices here so it was not that bad at all. I could have eaten though the whole plate again but my wallet couldn’t. No complaints anyway!

DAY 2: Morning tour around Geneve. Going to the ceremony. The wedding and the afterparty.

I’m a morning person and Saturday morning was no exception. Woke up early, took a shower, breakfast when there aren’t many people and already ready to go at 7.30am. I got the public transport and city landmarks map at the hostel staff and  went to the lake with another early bird. Here are some impressions of the streets, people and cityscape.

Plenty of runners with bluetooth headphones, people walking with dogs, the cylists, expensive cars you see in James Bond movies, the specific architecture, plenty of hotels and banks, mostly clean sterile streets, the promenade and the boats. Pretty much international population and French language everywhere. And I don’t speak French except for few words but was interesting to be in an “alien” surroundings. The lake that is as huge as the sea yet fresh water. Ducks everywhere. What I loved was seeing the bike roads across the promenade and the streets of Geneve. More about it on Day 3. Speaking of traffic behaviour they all more or less stop when you approach the pedestrian zebra crossing and stop even 0,5 m before it if the red light turns on. On contrary, here you’d get run over even if you were sitting on your balcony.

We went back to pick up the third early bird and started our little tour around. There were several bridges in the center and you had a boat connection with other side of the lake. There is the huge wheel with cafes around the big bridge. One of the Geneve’s landmarks is the huge fountain which we reached later and had a free shower. One of the things that pleasantly surprised me was (as I had found out later) the artistic project “Happy City” where there were ca. 20 painted pianos placed around the city’s squares, parks, streets and bridges...where you do as it says “Play, I’m here for you”. So I did what they required you to do. Playing piano on Lake Geneva was another thing I never thought about ... but now I can say “new achievement unlocked”. 

We walked a bit more to the inside of the other side up and down the streets, seen some churches and lots of interenational bars and restaurants. Expensive exotic cars again..and then decided it’s time to go back to hostel. 

On our way back we checked out Lidl and took some emergency food to have just in case of unexpected hunger. This saved us on the next day. I also almost forgot that right now I can buy and drink Rivella.

Travelling to Gland and the Wedding.

We jumped into our suits and wedding clothes and went to the train station around 2pm. We had to arrive to Gland which is ca 20 minutes away from Geneve and there our fiancée’s family was going to pick us up and transport to the ceremony’s place. While there we got to know our French roommates and colleagues offiancé.

What I liked (and probably others) there weren’t many people as it usually is the case here. I won’t go into details here and throw emotions but here are some things. Close friends and family from both sides, that’s it. The ceremony took place at the fairy location called Le Moulin du Creux. Beautiful house with garden, creek and forest around located 100 meters from the road. Check the nice photos of it and you’ll get the idea.

We had two-three pastors, the French ones and the Croatian one. Since most of us didn’t speak nor understood French we had a translator. And it was funny because she was a Slovene translating into Serbian mostly. :)) Nevertheless, an interesting ceremony and a special moment for our now married couple!

What was also new was that after taking pictures and rushing to the tables with food and drinks we also had a game organized - seek and answer game. They hid around 30 photos around the area and we got the papers with questions in French and Croatian. For my team it was kind of a fail in the end. We were trying to learn a few useful French phrases such as J'ai soif which means “I’m thirsty” when sneaking around the table with served drinks.

The other games included a catapult and a cubic football. There was also a gigantic version of the Jenga Tower which was fun to play. We took and received as a memory the polaroid photo with our couple and later moved inside for the dinner and the rest of the show. We watched short movie clips that fiance’s family created about him and our friend. The only problem we had was that we didn’t understand anything as there were no subtitles. :-)

After few more games and meals it was time to go out on the field and light the lanterns. This was a cool thing and my first time to show up and do the thing actually, I think we all enjoyed it. I have no photos of it though but you can imagined what it looked liked having many of them flying up. Let’s hope non of them fell on the forest below. :-D

Soon followed afterparty with some dance music. Some people already had to part and leave. Finally, around 2am we also decided to leave as we didn’t want to miss our train back to Geneve. And of course we missed the first one by being 5 minutes late.

We came to the hostel around 4am and straight to bed.

DAY 3: Tour around Geneve one more time. Coffee & city bikes. Departure.

The final day is here. So far everything great! We made a deal to meet with friends from Nyon around 10.30h at the giant wheel in the center. Shower, breakfast and baggage packed and locked in the hostel. Ready to go. 

We took the boat to the other side and soon met with our friends. We then wasted around an hour going to the “old center” only to find nothing interesting there. However, we saw more of the public pianos and parks. For the next half an hour we were on a quest to find a solid cafe to sit and talk about life. 

We ended up below the giant wheel and had a tiny cup of coffee for 4 Franks. Naturally, we stayed for 2 hours sitting & chatting there to compensate the loss. I ran out of cash and asked the waiter where to go. After all, Geneva is the city of banks and I hadn’t seen a single ATM machine there.  Before running for some cash we decided to visit the giant fountain. On our way there I stopped by the public piano which was now free of ambitious moms and their kids who just pressed random keys but had a cool photo. Actually, I was doing the same. It was funny to have the unusual audience around you. 

Soon by the fountain. Time for a group photo! 

  Time flew by quickly and our friends had to find the bus station as they were leaving sooner than us. We went to the center in search of places to eat and after parting with them three of the original squad left. We had a few hours left before rushing to the train station and the airport. Having lunch in France? Visiting France by trams? Visiting France on bikes? Using city bikes to go around? We rushed to the nearst bike station and...all the bikes were gone. Second chance at the one across the bridge. We somehow were lazy to walk and wasted time on the boat. What happened there? Only two bikes left. I agreed to run  to the other station as the rest follows me. But the guy working there couldn’t find the keys of the bike so we waster 10 minutes there filling the papers and waiting for him to come to common sense. The third and the last luck before giving up was using the tram to the Station No. 5 ... and...three bikes left, keys in the hands and off we go!

There is no better feeling than going around the new place by bike. Pure freedom and flexbility. We gave 20 Franks deposit and decided towards the north along the lake. Bike routes almost everywhere. Going between the streets was fun. No fear of the vehicles around us.

We did cca 10 km in total in about more than hour stopping to take the pictues (the evidences). The idea was to go to France but by democracy 2:1 we gave up from that idea fearing something could go wrong and we get stuck in the middle of nowhere and miss the plane. So we returned the bikes close to our hostel, took the baggage and went to the train station. There we found a nice souvenir and chocolate shop....you can’t leave without one kitschy fridge magnet and a few Toblerones. We met the other Croats who were going back by plane to Venice and I again reorganized my bagge stuff into 2-3 bags of other people. The food from Lidl helped a bit. As well as the good old fresh water from the restroom.  I slept again in the plane this time successfully hiding my cabin baggage under my seat as the plane was crowded and full of passangers because of the cancelled flight. New achievement unlocked.  We had almost 3 hours to wait for the 2.15am Flixbus for Zagreb. Being dead hungry we checked the available offers at the backery there and found some snacks to survive till home. This time Flixbus didn’t have the second floor (on Friday we found the first row spots on the 2nd floor, the best view and the best way to get killed in an accident). But who cares, soon home! The route was shorter as we stopped only in Ljubljana...I woke up two times in total and the second on just at the Croatian border. The bus arrived precisely at 7.30am to Zagreb, to the most beautiful of the ugliest bus stations in the area. Finally, seeing “Mamiću cigane” grafitti around the station I can say “Welcome back home!”.

[togetherinspirit7]

[FAN ACCOUNT] 171231 INFINITE Begin Again - Day 3

Hello again! Sorry that this one took so long! I’ve been living with post-concert depression and was trying to avoid vids of the fanmeet in order to resolve my feels lol. There was a lot going on this day and mixed with the days before, I might be missing a lot of good info or getting it confused, so I apologize ahead of time! Onto the fanmeet~

So I also forgot to mention that Dongwoo changed the rap for ‘Between You & Me’ as well. We’re thinking it might be a trademark thing... but anyway, I also forgot to mention on the first day, Woohyun did the first rap part of ‘Cover Girl’ after Sungyeol’s urging, super cute!!!

There were lots of good talking ments that day! They’ll probably be out of order, but I’ll try my best! I think it was at the beginning sometime when they all mentioned Myungsoo’s awards from the MBC Drama Awards and Sungyeol mentioned that he was really disappointed that Myungsoo didn’t mention the boys at all. They come back to this story later towards the end of the night, but I’ll combine it here. Sungyeol was saying that he was watching it at home and was hurt. Then he threw Sunggyu under the bus by saying that Sunggyu texted him and said ‘Next year, you need to win an award and thank us instead!’ So to explain his side of the story Sunggyu said that he was also at home after the meet and was able to catch Myungsoo win the first award. After winning, Sunggyu sent a congrats text in the group chat. Sunggyu said he understood that Myungsoo wasn’t expecting the award and was flustered and that’s why he didn’t thank the boys or fans. So when the won the second award (Popularity award) he was kind of expecting a shout out then and when they didn’t get it, he texted Sungyeol that he needs to win and thank the members. After hearing all this, Myungsoo said that he’ll make sure to win again and call each of their names out one by one lol. Woohyun said there’s no need cause they’re going to try to win an award as INFINITE! (YAAASSSSS!!!)

Another thing they mentioned was that we’d be spending New Years together and Dongwoo was worried about the minors in the crowd but everyone was like WE’RE OKAYYYY! Sunggyu was joking that he hopes we’ll finish before the last train leaves so fans started chanting ‘First train, first train.’

Going to the ments after the solo stages, first of all, Sungjong and Dongwoo came out at the end of Yeol’s stage and danced with him lol. He was also back to wearing his regular coat and not the fur one.The boys were teasing Sungjong about ‘Good Morning’ again. Woohyun said something like, ‘We shouldn’t try it, right?’ But fans insisted cause everyone came a little prepared. But it was still kind of a fail and Sungjong was cool about it. He said, ‘It’s okay, they all know ‘Pick a Star from the Sky’ so we all sang that again. Sunggyu was still very adamant that his song was not called ‘Laser.’ Yeol revealed that his song also didn’t have a title, so fans started yelling ‘LASER’ lol. Sunggyu suggested ‘The Night of December 31st 2017′ but they were saying it was too long so how about ‘The Night of the 31st’ or something similar. Sungyeol was so chic and cool about it he was like *shrug* ‘Okay’ lol. The other members started throwing other things around but Myungsoo said he should stick to the original idea because it’ll be meaningful to remember this day with the title. 

They didn’t play the dice game again today but they did do 3 questions (I think) from the Instagram event. It was so funny cause when they first started, Woohyun asked us who sent in a question for the event and a little less than half the crowd raised their hand. Then he asked who didn’t send one in and most of the crowd raised their hand which made everyone laugh. They said we were very honest lol. The first one referenced the time that Gyu gave a fan $50 because it was late. It said something like give me $50 or $50 aegyo. So everyone wanted Gyu to do it and so he did this cute baby like voice, “Pwease gib me $50′ Dongwoo was trying to skip himself and move the convo along so he suggested only 2 others to do it but in the end everyone did it. Dongwoo did his ‘Lovebug’ aegyo and chanted for Woohyun. Dongwoo counted ‘1, 2, 3′ but Namu said that his dad was in the crowd that day so he did aegyo by asking his dad for $50. Sadly, I read that his dad had gone to the restroom during that part so he didn’t see it lol. Then fans chanted for Soo so Dongwoo counted again... and again... and again. He was really trying to get out of it but finally we broke him down lol. Fans chanted for Yeol but he wanted some time to think but we rushed him so he did this baby voice saying, ‘If you’re going to make Sungyeol do this, he’s gonna get mad’ and it was SO CYYYUUUTEEEE! We chanted for Sungjong and he said, ‘If you don’t give me $1000, I’m gonna get mad’ lol Our maknae is in a different class.

The second one was about bucket lists or goals. They went down the row and most of them mentioned that they’d like the album to do well and to promote a lot this year. I think I remember Soo saying one of his goals would be a solo album. Woohyun said that he wants to release a song/perform in all four seasons this year. He said he has lots of songs and when he listens to different ones he thinks to himself that it’d match well with this season or that season. Sungyeol went last and he said that his small goal is for Myungsoo to win again so that he can properly thank them lol. This is when they got into that whole discussion that I described earlier.

The last instagram question asked them about the alcohol preferences and the foods they like to eat with alcohol. Once again I don’t remember the order of the convo but I’ll include the good bits. Dongwoo said that his tolerance has gone up from one glass of soju to half a bottle. They said Sungjong gets really bright and happy. They also talked about eating dried foods and stuff but there wasn’t any funny moment with that. They talked about measuring alcohol too. Gyu says that he fills his glass with beer until the bottom of the logo and adds a shot of soju. Sungyeol and the crowd agreed the best way to measure was stacking two soju glasses and using the lines to measure how much soju to add. They were worried if it was okay to be talking about alcohol but they figured since they’re adults it’d be okay. It was cute cause there was a group of underaged kids around me and they were telling each other how many years left they have until the can drink lol. Woohyun only drinks soju because everything else gives him headaches. Gyu said that Namu can drink a lot and that one time Gyu was leaving for home cause they drank too much so he got up and Woohyun followed him outside with a glass and told him to have one more lol so cute right. Gyu also said that even when he’s drunk, Namu never is, he’s that strong. Woohyun said that once he’s drunk he drinks even more if no one stops him (I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!) Sungyeol also revealed that he’s been drinking one bottle of makgeolli a day for four months because he researched and it’s a healthy alcohol. Gyu said after hearing this he was really worried about Yeol’s health and that he might become an alcoholic lol. But apparently it’s okay and not too dangerous. But Yeol said that he plans to quit after the company party that night. So the fans were like... didn’t you say you quit a while ago. But he revealed that he was serious this time cause he wants to be healthier and stuff. 

After that they were going to go into the Golden Bell section but there was 15 mins left until the new year so they started talking about hopes/wishes for the new year. They said the same things about promoting and performing and well wishes for fans. Then they chose 4 random fans (this part was impromptu) to choose a member to give well wishes to and the last girl did one for them as a group. The girls said a lot of good stuff and a girl who did hers for Dongwoo very cleverly used some of his lyrics from his solo! Finally, we did the countdown and the boys did a little huddle and it was super cute. There was another airplane event but that day’s paper was pearl metal gold!!!

Next, they did the Golden Bell part and the first answer was ‘Just Another Lonely Night. 2. The Origin (Gyu cheated by asking Inspirit) 3. Myungsoo’s hand 4. Sungjong’s outfit 5. Lyrics for something (Sorry I forgot) and 6. were questions about the members. (Sorry I really don’t remember this part very well ㅠㅠ) In the end, Gyu won and they changed the rules so that whoever wins can pick 3 losers to spin the wheel. Namu tried to suck up to Gyu but Gyu picked him anyways. Then fans started chanting for Soo but Soo was like, ‘I already did a punishment’ and so Gyu chose Sungjong and Sungyeol. They also said that if someone got ‘Fashion King’ then he could pick 2 others to dress up with him. Sungjong went first and got ‘Giving Back - However I want’ and so he chose a free hug event for 200 fans. It was supposed to be held on the 1st but idk what happened to it. They said they’d post more info on ig later and do a v app but idk. Yeol spun and got ‘Fashion King’ and fans chanted for Gyu. He told Gyu that if they play rock paper scissors and Gyu won he wouldn’t have to do it but if he won, he would. Sunggyu lost lol. Then fans chanted for Soo and Sungyeol shushed us and said, ‘I’m going to choose Myungsoo who disappointed me’ and fans went crazy. Myungsoo wanted to play rock paper scissors too but in a very choding way Sungyeol said, ‘I don’t wannnaaaaaaa, why should IIIIIIII?’ lol so that’s how we got Gyu minion, cute boy soo and No Face Yeol lol. Namu was like okay I’m gonna spin and spun really lightly so that he could get the crown symbol but as he turned away Sungyeol pulled on the wheel to ‘Random Dance’. So while the others changed, Namu danced to Bombastic, Gashina, Amor Fati (the song Soo danced to on the first da), and Produce 101′s ‘Pick Me/It’s Me’. Sungjong and Dongwoo danced alongside him as well.

They performed ‘Entrust’ and ‘Cover Girl’ and had a short ment. Sungyeol took his mask off for a bit, it must’ve been so hot ㅠㅠ They performed/laughed their way through ‘The Eye’ and it was the funniest thing to see Yeol dance so eagerly in his costume. At the end, they said they wanted us to sing ‘White Confession’ so we all sang our hearts out and as they were saying goodbye, Namu definitely teared up, that precious angel. As we were all heading out, there was the nicest Inspirit who let us touch/take pics of one of the stuffed animals she got from Sungjong. I was surrounded by really nice fans on the last day. We all talked and got along and didn’t yell at each other. One fan even gave me an extra Woohyun picture that she had! The boys said we did much better the second night and that they hope we’d do well then too. In general, my faith was restored by the nice people I met on Sunday. I just think Friday was really bad cause it was the first time after so long. It was such a nice way to start 2018, and the boys really are the best. They had so many other things going on, but they put all this hard work into making us happy and starting the year off right! Woollim also provided a couple shuttle buses for fans. That was nice! Maybe Woollim is getting better, slowly but surely, I have faith in our boys! Anyway, hope this wasn’t too boring/scatterbrained. D-4 Guys! Let’s do our best to show our boys that they’re still #1~

[britishchick09]

sherlock ep 2 the blind banker livewatch

we’re returning to baker street for another livewatch! i only saw half of this ep before yeeting sherlock away, so this is a neat mix of re-watch and new-watch :D

ooh pretty flute playing :)

the tea lady has a british and asian accent at the same time how cool :D

the guy talking to her almost looks like a young sherlock!

guy: “do you want to have a drink? not tea, obviously...” lol

oof the lady rejected him with a ‘please stop asking’ POLITE BUT STINGING

uh oh something ominous is going on...

lady: is there security?” obviously not since you’re hearing ominous things!

this isn’t gonna end well...

ooh where she is almost looks like she’s in the tunnels from the sherlock netflix pic!

the intro is so dramatic :D

WHEEL!!!

yo are john and sherlock at the grocery store

JOHN AT THE STORE HOW DOMESTIC!!! (hello fellow isfj!)

yo why is sherlock fencing

lol what a contrast :D

john’s card isn’t authorized is he my dad lol :D

HE JUST WALKS AWAY

aww sherlock straightens his suit after murdering a mannequin ;)

eyyy the guy in the ad’s name is john ;) (they ‘moved around a lot’ and chose az why)

sherlock wants john to take his card aww :)

john: “why don’t you go out and do it?” yeah LOCKIE GO OUT YOURSELF SOMETIME

oh no vietnam flashback :o

what book is sherlock reading ‘ADVENTURE OF THE DANCING MEN’ OR ‘VALLEY OF FEAR’ PERHAPS???

wait do the sherlock books exist in this universe?

YO SHERLOCK WAS ON JOHN’S COMPUTER!!

and he guessed the password oh sherlock :D

there’s a cop car outside HMMM is that a redrum i hear??

sherlock: “i need to go to the bank” for john’s money problem OR THE REDRUMM!!!!!

wow it sure is cloudy

IN THE NEXT SHOT IT’S SUNNY WHY

cool revolving door :D

what’s sherlock cooking in that brain of his

yo some guy just came outta nowhere after sherlock introduced himself to the bank teller :o

sherlock: “this is john watson, my friend” OMG FRIEND!!!! :D

john: “colleague.” boiiiii

the sebastian guy just nods and says ‘right’ HE KNOWS!!!

wowza he flew around the world twice in a year coolio :D

he’s making fun of sherlock’s observations DON’T DO THAT AND CALL IT A ‘TRICK’ IT’S HIS THING

ooh the portrait with the yellow line on the eyes is one of the show runners i think :D

sebastian: “there’s a hole in our security” UGH WHY

wait was the tea lady at a museum or the bank?? or does london just have shoddy security

HELLO SHOW RUNNER GUY :D

woah clues floating around lockie :o

and the music fem the beginning is playing hmmm

YO IS SHERLOCK ON THE ROOF GET DOWN BUDDY!!

ha ha he popped up on the screen :D

everyone’s like ‘what are you doing?’

did he just take a directory sign???

HOLD UP two trips around the world in a month??? :o

john and sherlock are elevator pals :D

sherlock says ‘TAXI!’ and disappears when the taxi rushes by how cool :D

sherlock: “just moved in. he has a new label.” john: “he could’ve replaced it.” sherlock: “nobody ever does that”

OMG THIS SWEET VOICE SHERLOCK’S PULLING OMG :D

his smile!!! :D

sherlock: “i just locked my keys in my flat! could i come on? ...oh and can i use your balcony?” lady: “...what?” lol same :D

i thought i saw half of this ep yet i only remember the bank part SO I ONLY SAW 12 MINUTES OF IT! :o this is truly a new-watch!

the guy in the apartment has a lot of books!

why didn’t john follow sherlock in the room? maybe sherlock needed 'SOME ROOM’

john: “sherlock! are you okay?” awww :)

YO DID SHERLOCK JUST BUST THE DOOR OPEN???

aaand there’s a dead guy! fun! :D

sherlock: “maybe they wanted to communicate without using email” what a 21st century thought

sherlock: “you follow?” john: “nnnnope!” lol :D

sherlock just called a guy ‘sargent’ IS HE SGT. PEPPER???

sgt not pepper: “don’t tamper with the evidence” yeah sherlock WEAR GLOVES NEXT TIME DUH!!!!!

lestrade is busy so this guy’s barging in! and he’s DETECTIVE inspector woahhhh

detective inspector dimmock more like detective inspector BISH

lol sherlock moved around while saying ‘caused a bit of contortion’

detective bish: “what are the chances of that?” ugh he sounds so stupidly mean!

oof sherlock telling sebastian about the murder while he’s having dinner? that food’s not gonna go down well with that sadness...

sherlock: “will scotland yard suit?” OHHHH THAT’S A BOOK REFERENCE!!!!

sebastian’s at the sink ARE THEY TALKING IN THE RESTROOM YO???

it’s echoey like a bathroom IS IT THO???

is sebastian’s boss detective bish

john called them ‘heartless bastards’ YES EXACTLY!

also they are in a bathroom gross :(

some guy’s running with serious shaky cam!

NOOOO NOT THE AD!!!!!!!

the lady in the ad said ‘save me some cheddar!’ is that money slang?

NO MR. RUNNING GUY!!

the lady is soo lin cool she’s korean! :D

ooh is this a london chinatown?

does she really need to live in a chinatown tho

is john applying for another job?

john: “mundane works.” except with sherlock! :D

john played the clarinet in school HIM AND SHERLOCK SHOULD START A BAND!!! :D is a violin and clarinet a band?

sherlock: “can you pass me a pen?” john: “when did you need one?” sherlock: “about an hour ago” lol :D

the website on the laptop is ‘online news’ lol :D

ooh revolving sign!

the guy murdered was a freelance writer is it tied to the banker thing?

detective bish: “you’re serious? like spiderman?” or spiderpig ;)

sherlock and john ran up the escalator what a hurry!

THERE’S MORE CODE IN THE LIBRARY SHELF OMGGG :o :o :o

john: “why did they die, sherlock?” sherlock: “only the cipher can tell us” ooh trailer moment! :D

hey bus! :D

sherlock: “ciphers are all around us john” woah :o

they’re going to an art museum for advice cool :D

the ‘expert’ is a graffiti artist banksy who

he just throws his paint can at john lol :D

woah is sherlock’s phone a blackberry with a touchscreen???? truly 2010!

cop: “OY!!!” oh how british! :D

OH CRAP RUN LADS!!!!!

SHERLOCK AND BANKSY JUST LET JOHN BEHIND BOIIIIIS!!!!!!!!!

plz don’t arrest john

andy: “she came to this country on her own!” ooh cool :D

sherlock: “you’ve been a while” john: “well, you know how it is” did he get arrested for that lol???

JOHN’S GOING TO COURT?????

sherlock just says ‘good, fine.’ wow lockie

john just gave a little ‘oy!’ as sherlock shoved him out of the flat how british!

cute sunset peeking out! ♥

detective bish just called sherlock ‘an arrogant sort’ YO DON’T YOU CALL LOCKIE THAT!!!

lady: "the only things he bought had big price tags” sherlock: “like that hand cream he bought you?” lady: *shoves those receipts underneath the others* lol :D

the lady just said ‘west end’ are they in new york lol :D

sherlock just said ‘piccadilly’ THAT’S A LONDON REFERENCE! :D

we’re back in chinatown with music that feels stereotypical!

lady: “you want lucky cat?” this feels even more stereotypical why :(

lady: “i think your wife, she will like!” idk if john’s wife will like it... ;)

john just mutters a bit lol :D

OMG THE CIPHER IS ON THE TEAPOTS!!!!!

it’s called ‘hang zhu’ and it’s chinese i wonder if ivy from ag knows it! :D (it would’ve been great in ‘puzzie of the paper daughter’)

john and sherlock are at a restaurant but it’s not queerbaiting awkward this time yay! :D

we just have the stereotyping awkward to deal with this time...

the guys who were murdered returned from china cool :D

sherlock: “when was the last time it rained?” ooh clue! :o

they just leave their food behind ll :D

YELLOW PAGES WAZZUPPP!!!!!

it’s been there since monday and i think it was stated earlier that it’s thursday awww poor yellow pages :(

sherlock just jumped and pulled the ladder down how cool! :D

someone knocked over a vase just like sherlock just did oohhhhh

john: “you think you can let me in this time?” lol :D

john: “can you not keep doing this, please?” ha ha lol :D

why is sherlock not letting john in

the shoes in the apartment are size 8 that’s 9 in us cool :D

sherlock: “stupid stupid obvious... he’s still here” DUN DUN DUNN!!!!!!

YO IS SOMEONE CHOCKING SHERLOCK WHAT THE FRICK

john: “any time you want to include me...” NO YOU DON’T WANT TO BE INCLUDED IN THIS BUDDY

john: “i’m sherlock holmes and i work alone because no one can compete with my massive intellect” lol sick burn! :D

too bad he had to say that AS SHERLOCK IS POSSIBLY DYING

OH CRAP SHERLOCK JUST DIED

jk he survived somehow

and he’s totally fine after that

john: “you’ve gone all croaky are you getting a cold?” lol it’s not that exactly...

hmm maybe the soo lady is actually the chinese name of su thus connecting her to the other murders and THUS the murderer potentially doesn’t like chinese people or people coming from china thus... possibly racist?

what if it’s detective bish HE’S ALREADY SUCH A JERK so him being racist wouldn’t be surprising in the least

any time the lady or china is mentioned that music plays WHY

teen in the background: “DAANG that was rad” DAAANG THAT WAS FLIPPING HILARIOUS OMG :D

john has a lot of cool transition scenes :D

OMG what if the graffiti guy

sherlock just grabbed john’s face and told him to close his eyes to remember AND JOHN’S VOICE KEEPS CRACKING :D

also the johnlock shippers probably went WILD with that one

su lin yao is her name and that’s a real doctor in new jersey cool! :D

how will the chinese things and bank connect i wonder?

there’s more of that music again...

did sherlock just say ‘fancy a biscuit?’

oh no someone’s coming for su lin! :o

she met the mystery guy when she was a girl in china maybe it’s not detective bish after all?

ooh sherlock knows ancient crime stuff :D

su lin was a smuggler as a teen wowza! :o

they’re called ‘black lotus’ is that stereotypical?

on wikipedia i found out that subservient ‘lotus blossom babies’ are a stereotype and that sounds a lot like the black lotus thing...

poor su lin! :(

YO THE MYSTERY GUY IS HER BROTHER???? :o

oh no THE LIGHTS TURNED OFF!!!!!!

NO SHERLOCK DON’T RUN WITHOUT SU LIN!!!!

OH CRAP GUN SHOTS!!!!

DON’T LEAVE SU LIN ALONE JOHN!!!!

sherlock to the shooting guy: “be careful! some of those are over two thousand years old HAVE A BIT OF RESPECT!” lol and YEAH SHOW SOME RESPECT GUY!!!

it’s quiet he’s respecting

EXCUSE ME WHY DID THAT GUN GO OFF

john said ‘oh my god’ this isn’t good!

HOLY FRICK WAS THAT SU LIN????

NO IT WAS HER!!!!!

rip su lin 1980-2010 probably :(

sherlock: “digesting slows me down” that’s so sherlock! (and it explains why he doesn’t eat in restaurant scenes)

sherlock: “we’re just interested in seeing the feet” don’t let dan schneider hear you...

MRS HUDSON HI!!!! :D

she thinks the books are for charity awww :)

the code is in the books cool!

sebastian: “anything i can do to assist you?” sherlock: “some silence right now would be marvelous!” lol :D

when sherlock said ‘cigarette’ i intantly thought of that nicotine ad with the shark on the guy’s arm lol :D

onto part 2!

the book code is time consuming yet really cool! :D

wowza have they been on it all night?

awww he’s sleeping on the job how cute! :)

john: “i thought i had more patients to see” lady: “i did one or two. ...or five or six.” lol :D

sherlock’s still hard at work and not tired what a guy!

sherlock: “we’re going out tonight” john: “and i’m going out on a date” sherlock: “what?” john: “it’s where two people who like each other go out and have fun?” sherlock: “that’s what i was suggesting” JOHNLOCK SHIPPERS GO SQUEEEEE

john just said ‘i hope not’ BOI

sherlock said the cinema is ‘dull boring and predictable’ lol :D

john doesn’t want dating advice from sherlock yet he does on the circus date he suggested ;)

lady: “they’re probably from china!” ooohhhh ties in with the case!!!!

JOHN RESERVED TICKETS UNDER HOLMES

AND SHERLOCK GOT A TICKET FOR HIMSELF!!!

this is gonna have ‘george harrison and pattie boyd go on a date with eppy accompanying them’ vibes huh

sherlock doesn’t care about the romance he’s so aromantic (maybe even asexual) and i’m here for it :D

john; “i can’t find a killer while i’m... trying to get off with sarah!” *sees sarah* “eyyyy you ready?” lol :D

they’re in a fancy place and john says it’s clearly not a circus WHAT DID YOU DO SHERLOCK???

woah is this a chinese thing? it’s cool and connects to the case!

this music is traditional yet sounds stereotypical :(

john looked at sherlock like ‘?’ but oh lockie knows ;)

woah they’re locking a warrior up hmmm...

aww sarah was startled by the cymbal! :D

sherlock is explaining the act before it happens PLZ SHERLOCK LET US WATCH WITH UNKNOWING

come on warrior YOU CAN GET FREE!

OMG HE DID!! :D

wait where did sherlock go?

the deadly chinese bird spider what :o

john to sarah: “did you see that?” i think we all did john ;)

OMG SHERLOCK FOUND A GRAFFITI CAN BACKSTAGE!!!

and now he’s being attacked IS THE BROTHER IN THE SHOW TO KILL THE ACTORS????

ooh this is why sherlock took fencing in the beginning!

man the bro is good :D

YOU GO JOHN GET HIM!!!!

SARAH TOO!!!!!!

maybe the things the guys stole is being used in the show!

ugh stupid detective bish doesn’t want a bill for overtime HE NEEDS A BILL FOR BEING A JERK >:(

sarah said ‘is anyone else starving?’ and john said ‘oh god...’ PLZ NO SARAH

sarah: “what are these squiggles?” sherlock: “ancient chinese numbers” sarah: “oh right i should’ve known that” sarcastic much?

MRS HUDSON SAVES THE DAY WITH HER SNACKS!! :D

and john called her a saint ^_^

su lin began to translate the code awwww! :D

sherlock knocked something out of a guy’s hand while calling for a taxi lol :D

yo is he with german guys

why did the scene suddenly cut to john and sarah didn’t they follow sherlock?

yo there’s treasure involved?

THE GUY ASKING FOR IT JUST KNOCKED JOHN UNCONSCIOUS WTF

one of the code phrases is ‘dragon den’ siiiiigggghhhhh

OH CRAP THE GRAFFITI IS ON THE APARTMENT WALL!!!!!!!

did they take john to the tunnels?

is the lady the main one from the show?

she’s questioning the debit card and tickets being sold in sherlock’s name and because of the ‘massive intellect’ joke they think john is sherlock WOAHHH!!!!

OMG THE LADY IS SHAN!!! :o

YO SHE HAS A GUN??

OMG OMG OMG IS THAT SU LIN????

DID THEY TIE HER UP???

shan keeps thinking john is sherlock

man this is a movie villain thing huh

she’s presenting it like this is a show

john: “I’M NOT SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!” shan: “i don’t believe you!” sherlock: “you should, you know!” YAY LOCKIE’S HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!!! :D

sherlock: “how would you describe me, john? resourceful? dynamic? enigmatic?” john: “late?” OHHHH!!! lol :D

he doesn’t want her to shoot because of bullet physics YET SHE SHOOTS ANYWAYS

OMG the brother died by bullet physics YAS!!!! :D

aww sherlock’s comforting su lin! ♥

john: “don’t worry, the next day won’t be like this��� good today was crazy! :o

the pan shot of them in the apartment is cool :D

wait IS SHERLOCK DRINKING OUT OF A SOLO CUP

jk it’s a mug BUT IT LOOKS LIKE A SOLO CUP

awww that hand cream was a present to say sorry :)

why is sebastian surprised that sherlock was on the balcony THIS IS SHERLOCK HOLMES WE’RE TALKING ABOUT

aww sarah is so surprised of the treasure’s worth and she’s like “OH MY GOD!!! :o” and sherlock’s just like

he’s laughing awww!!!! :D

wait is shan messaging mycroft or moiarty or whoever the bad guy is?

YO SHE WAS LAZER SHOT!!!

and that’s the end!

...wait THAT’S the end????? :o

i wish i had stuck around past 12 minutes in 2017 because this was such an exciting and captivating ep! (despite the cringeworthy stereotypes) i can’t wait to see how s1 ends :D

[uberff]

Chapter 19

Kayla

His dick started disappearing inside of me as he kissed my neck, making sure that I was okay. No matter how many times we had sex, I could never take it. My legs had found their way around his waist and my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.

I didn’t wanna give in again, but Jaylen was so damn good in bed.

“Fuck Jaylen, you’re so deep.” I moaned loudly. He knew that his dick game was something serious, because he wore a smirk on his face the whole time. I wanted to stop so bad, but mama didn’t raise a quitter.

Thrusting in and out of me, he started to hit it from the side and I was loving every damn bit.  He let out low moans, not knowing that I heard him. Clenching my tight walls around his dick, he smacked my thigh. “Why ya pussy so damn good?”

My thighs slapped aggressively against his skin as he thrusted upwards, trying to make me cum first, as always.

Holding on to my waist, he let go of my panties that he had slid to the side, and started to kiss all on my side while his free hand gripped thigh.

Sitting up, I  wrapped myself around him as I bounced uncontrollably, taking control. Moans were escaping from my mouth as low grunts escaped from his.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled, before cumming all over his dick. I bit my lip, as the tingling, yet satisfying sensation shot throughout my body. I felt his dick start to swell so I knew it was his turn.

“Let it out, daddy.” I purred into his ear. He quickly tapped my leg so that I could get up, before I rose up, laying on my back.

“Fuckkkkkkk.” Within a second, he had a whole playground on my stomach. Once he was done, he quickly pecked my lips before giving me a towel.

“Shit so good might fuck around and give you a baby.”

“No, no, no.” I chuckled jokingly but was deadass. He laughed as I went in the restroom to clean myself up. Once I was finished, I quickly put my clothes back on and searched around for my keys. I wasn’t trying to stay and watch movies, none of that.

“Bye.. be careful!” Jaylen called out as I left.

**

When I pulled up in our driveway, I spotted Kai’s car indicating that he was already here. Our baby girl, Kaitlyn was staying the night with his mom. I might have to go pop up over there.

“Where you been at?” He asked as soon as I got in the house.

“Out with the girls.” He sucked his teeth.

“You keep doing this shit, dawg. Everytime we got free time when my ma got Kaitlyn, you always tryin’ to fuckin’ go out. Stay ya ass at home. Damn I just wanna forget about all this work bullshit, and come and lay wit my girl, but you never here.”

“Kai.. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He sighed, pulling me into a warm hug.

“This shit long overdue but even though you piss me off allllllll the damn time, I still love ya pretty ass. You mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of my life with nobody but you and our baby girl. I should’ve been did this years ago, but I’m doing it now.” He got on one knee.

Oh no.

“Kayla Marie Johnson, will you marry me?”

Robyn

Few weeks later

A big smile spread across my face as I️ looked around at all the hundreds of people that had came out tonight. Never in my life did I️ think this many people would show up. Having faith in God gets you every where.

“Guess who?” I️ heard Odell’s voice as I️ felt him cover my eyes. I️ moved his fingers and turned around to face him. He always dressed so nice.

“Dell! You came!” I️ yelled excitedly, as I️ embraced him in a hug. He had his boot on his foot but he still looked good.

“Of course. Couldn’t miss the big day.” He smiled, squeezing me. It was so loud in here that I️ could barely hear him.

“Where’s Win?” He furrowed his eyebrows before sucking his teeth and walking away. I️ wonder what he was thinking about.

“How you feel?” I️ heard Eric’s voice behind me. He had been in my ear all morning telling me I️ had nothing to worry about, and I️ was thankful to have a friend like him. His company was everything.

I️ turned around with a smile on my face until I️ looked at the way his tie sat on his tux. This guy. “What would you do without me, Eric?” I️ laughed as I️ felt him staring at me while I️ fixed his tie for him.

“You ain’t even answer my question.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I️ don’t even know to be honest. I’m excited, relieved, and thankful all in one. Thanks for everything E.”

“What I️ do?”

“Throughout this whole process, you gassed me up. You were supportive since Day 1.” I️ smiled, embracing his tall ass into a hug. He was surprised that I️ was hugging him willingly, so he just stood there at first. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around me as I️ looked up at him.

We stared at each other with smiles on our faces. He looked so good in his suit that I️ had to let go from the hug or I️ was gonna ride him into the sunset in front of all these people.

“Ima go keep Dej some company. She look lonely.” He said before disappearing.

I looked around the store, and it was like my first time walking in here all over again. Everything was perfect. There were nothing but smiles on everyone’s faces, and everything was just good vibes.

I️ took my time to really find some positive and outgoing employees who would be fit for my store, and they’re perfect. I️ couldn’t wait to see how everything plays out.

Of course, Quavo came out but he didn’t stay too long. He congratulated me, we took a few pics, and he left because he had a show to do. He said he’d swing by tomorrow, because this was their last show.

My day couldn’t get any better. I️ just found earlier out that next week I️ was gonna be designing Beyoncé and her dancer’s outfits for her upcoming tour. I️ couldn’t wait.

As the store was closing, I️ thanked everyone for coming, gave away some merch, and some free goodie bags. We were now leaving and I️ couldn’t stop smiling.

“What you wanna do? It’s all about you tonight, mama.” Eric said as he started up his car. He looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Not much, my feet are killing me.”

“Cause you been waking around in em all day, being cute and shit.”

“I️ guess we can just go on that “date”.”

“No doubt.” He shook his head as he started to drive. I️ waved him off and turned to the back, to look at Deja. She’s been awfully quiet today.

Once I️ realized that she was sleeping peacefully, I️ decided to just let her rest. I’d talk to her about everything tomorrow. It was bothering me, because she’s never quiet. Girl hasn’t smiled not one time today.

“What’s wrong with Deja?” I️ asked E as he sucked his teeth.

“Ain’t nun wrong with her ass. She probably mad cause she seen Winter with yo brother.”

“Shut the hell up E, and mind your fucking business. That is not why I’m mad, I️ could give two shits about her. Always got some shit to say.” Deja spat, shocking both E and I️. From the way she said it, I️ could tell that’s why she was mad.

“Deja-“

“Not now, Robyn.” She sighed, putting her earphones back in her ears.

Eric

“You scratched almost everything off ya bucket list, you sittin' across from the most dapper nigga in the room eating lobster with him and you frownin', wassup love?" I asked and she finally looked up at me with a brewing smile slowly making its way to her lips.

"Sorry. I'm just exhausted." she mumbled, sipping her fruity ass drink. I nodded. I feel her, I had clients out the ass because of this fundraiser we got going on at the shop; I almost ain't make it to Robyn's event. That would've fucked up my chances though.

"Tuck that away till you back at work. You wit' me." I mumbled and fed her a piece of her food that was still full taking up half her plate.

"You enjoyin' your night?" I asked and she nodded with that twinkle in her eye. Her shit was so successful, Tennesse was really fuckin' with her brand already, I'm proud of her.

"I just can't wait until everything falls into place and I see how it pans out. I'm getting ahead of myself but I just love what I do."

"I love whatchu do too, and how sexy you look doin' it. Them wrinkles in ya forehead from all that stress was making a nigga knees weak."

We laughed and she hid her mouth with her hand, careful not to spit her food out. Robyn was different breed from all the bitches I was used to. Usually, I would've been in some guts by now but she was making me wait to become more than friends. She a dope ass friend but we could really fuck shit up as partners.

"Thank you, E." she blushed and kept eating while I kept staring. She looked up and I smiled nervously. "Why are you staring at me?”

"Shit, it's hard not to. You just got that overwhelming beauty, goddamn. Inside and out. You don't look like what you've been through. I love being around you, you the shit, love."

"Don't gass me. I'm gullible as fuck." she joked but her smile fell.

"Them niggas hurt you bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I really don't wanna cry on my night but, yes. I did everything for each one but I still didn't do enough. It's fine at first and then shit just blows up in my fuckin' face."

"That's the problem. You ain't supposed to do for them, they gotta do for you. Fuck with a gentleman, Rob. I'm solid, always gon' be solid, I'ma die solid."

"You're not saying anything I haven't heard, Eric. I like you but I can't rush and put my trust into temporary niggas anymore."

"You ain't even try me yet. You could be dubbin' the love of your life right now."

She smiled again and rolled her eyes. "Nigga, I'm serious. My life is aight right now, you would balance shit out if you on my arm."

"And what if you turn out to be just like them?" she asked, throwing her guard right back up. I sighed. I get closer every other day until she start with the comparisons.

“Nah, them niggas was a lesson. God only getting you ready for a real nigga.” I️ smirked as she rolled her eyes before laughing.

“Oh really? And who is that?” She rested her chin on her palm.

“I️ ain’t gone say no names. Just know it’s a fine ass chocolate nigga.” She shook her head, grabbing her fork.

Shit, she looked good when she wasn’t even trying. She only wore a simple two piece outfit, but she made any damn thing look good. She was fine as hell. I️ was gone get her one day, but I️ wasn’t in a rush. I’m ready whenever she is.

I️ heard her fork scrape across my plate, breaking me out of my thoughts. Looking down at my plate, the last portion of potatoes I️ had left was now gone.

“I’m sorry Eric. For some reason, I’m starving like crazy.”

“You good, mama. Eat up.” I️ smiled, watching her eat while she acted if this meal were her last. I️ liked how she wasn’t trying to eat all cute.

“Tell me about yourself, E.”

“Shit.. I️ was born and raised here. I’m close as hell with my mama. My dad? Don’t know who that nigga is. I️ got 3 siblings. 2 sisters and 1 brother. My favorite thing to do is either drawing or working out.” I️ explained while she nodded.

“What made you decide to move out here?”

“I️ needed a fresh start from everything. NY was just too toxic. Ain’t shit out there for me but two dumb ass exes of mines. I️ feel like, if I️ would’ve stayed, I️ would’ve been too distracted. I️ haven’t even been here a whole two months yet, and I️ already have my store. Coming down here just felt right. It’s where my mom and dad planned to follow their dreams but they never got to, so it’s only right that I️ did.” She smiled, and I️ nodded, taking everything in.

Everything about her just intrigued me.

**

The movie had finally went off, and Robyn was sound asleep with her head on my chest. How we got like this? I️ don’t know.

The grip she had on me was out of this world. I️ didn’t wanna get up, but I️ had to go to the shop to get it ready for tomorrow.

“Robyn.” I️ said in her ear, as her grip around me only got tighter. I️ know she had a hard time with being in this bitch by herself all the time. I’d stay, but I️ had shit to do.

“Don’t leave, we were having fun.” I️ chuckled at the fact that she was still half asleep.

“Get some sleep baby girl. I’ll carry you to the bed if you want me to.”

“That would be awesome.” She smiled, opening her big brown eyes. Picking her up bridal style, I️ made sure to be careful of my surroundings because it was dark as hell in here. Making it to her room safely, I️ let her go once we were in her bed. After making sure she was comfortable, I️ started to leave but I️ heard her say something.

“Thank you, Eric.” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“For what?”

“Taking your time with me. I️ really had fun tonight.”

“No problem, sleep well.”

Jaylen

We was on lockdown for the night. It was dark as shit and I was wide awake. Perfect weather for a blunt and some Henny but I’m stuck with water and an occasional bum ass cigarette; my phone was in they custody, all they let me have was this old ass radio that Raheem had in Do The Right Thing.

Shit, I️ was gone fuck around and flirt with the guard to get my shit back, because I️ couldn’t take this.

Since I️ was bored, I played around with the radio and found an old R&B station. My heart skipped a beat when the intro to Baby Be Mine by Michael Jackson came on. This was my momma’s shit! When I heard this fuckin’ intro blast loud as hell in the morning, I already knew it was time to clean my ass off. I chuckled and licked my lips. I heard her singing along with Mike and before I knew it, tears was rolling down my face.

This crying shit was new but it was a cleanse, that’s for damn sure, it was tiring too. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and prayed. Before I could finish, I fell into a deep sleep.

I locked in on my surroundings and furrowed my eyebrows. Everything was mad vibrant and colorful. Flowers everywhere, it was clean and peaceful, and showed no signs of struggle. This place was where it was at.

The thought of me being alone quickly changed when I heard humming come from the opposite direction. I recognized the melody and sang the words quietly over the humming.

“I don’t need no dreams when you’re by my side. Every moment takes me to paradise.” My company turned around with a smile and I fell to my mothafuckin’ knees. She was glowing, hair flowing, and didn’t have a scratch on her beautiful blemish-free face. I was seeing what I saw every time I look into the mirror. My pops was my nigga but she’s where I got all my good looks from.

“Ma?” I mumbled, crawling to her and hugging her legs.

“You always did have such a beautiful voice, Lenny.” I smirked. Her shit ass nicknames always pissed me off but I ain’t hear it in so long, I embraced it.

“I get it from you. It’s you, momma?” I looked up at her and she held my face in her hands. She smelt like flowers and her hands felt like silk. Her hazel eyes showed mercy on me. She could’ve dubbed me and walked right past me for all that shit I said to her before she passed. But she still loved me. A mothers love can’t be fucked with.

“I’m here, baby. Always have been. I visit you most in your sleep. I’m that presence you feel when you can’t see rest. I’m your light in your crazy situations. Your voice of reason, but we all know that you hear no one else’s voice but your own.” She wiped my tears and caressed the sides of my face. “Your father’s son.”

“Ma, I’m sorry. I hit where it hurts when I’m mad. I don’t be meaning shit by it. I love y’all. Y’all all I every think about and I regret all the bad shit I say as soon as it leave my mouth.”

By y’all, I mean my momma and Rob.

“Baby, I know. But, not everyone can stroke your ego and let you back in when you say such hurtful things.”

“I know. I’m the reason y’all out my life. How a fuck-up come from perfection? You ain’t did shit but try to love me. Rob, too.”

“I’ve made mistakes too, Jaylen. My biggest one was not being persistent enough to get you to understand that I loved you past your flaws. We’re not perfect.”

“You is. Look at you, momma.”

She smiled and helped me up so she could hug me. I melted and immediately started crying my eyes out onto her shirt. “Come back and help me deal with all this.”

“I’m watching, baby. Your family is watching.” She whispered softly, rubbing my back.

“I ain’t got no family. Odell and I ain’t even tight like that after what I did.”

She smiled. “He’ll come around, my baby. He’s not the only one who cares for you.”

“Who the hell else gon’ be by my side?” I asked and she looked past me with a grin.

“Say ‘hey Grandma’,” I heard a familiar voice say and I whipped my head around to see Robyn, holding the hand of a cute ass baby boy who was the perfect mixture of us. Light brown skin, dark brown curls, and a chipped-tooth smile. Fuck.

I set my eyes on Rob and saw that she was expecting another which made me grin. “Ma, can I feel her?” I asked and she nodded.

Robyn held her arms out for me and kissed my lips. Our son looked disgusted for a second before breaking out into a smile. “I love you.” I mumbled.

“I love you, too. Jay. I gotta go though. I can’t stay.” She winked at me and kissed my mothers cheek before leaving with my son. I watched her walk away and from afar, I saw that Eric nigga appear from the shadows and grab the hands of my son and Robyn.

Oh, fuck me! Shit can’t even go right in a damn dream.

“Momma, where they going?”

“She was tired of waiting, baby. Once you start taking responsibilities for your actions and you accept the help from Dr. Evans, you’re going to continue to act out of control.”

“I can’t sit there and relive all of the bullshit, ma. I just wanna keep doing what I been doing, die, and be with you forever.”

“You don’t have to die to be with me. I’ll always be right here. Just get the help you need, baby. It’ll change your life. ” She hugged me tight and I sighed, hugging her back with tears rolling down my face.

“Darling let me hold you. Warm you in my arms and melt your fears away.” We sang together before I was hugging the fuckin’ air.

I sighed loudly and screamed at the top of my lungs until the guards had to restrain me. “MOMMA! ROBYN!” I yelled, trying to break free from them before they shot me with more drugs to fuck me up.

Damn. Maybe it is time to give Dr. Evans a shot. For my momma and my future.

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College - Dan Howell

"Hey Emma! You won't believe who I just saw at the libr- oh shit! Oh... eh... okay? I'll just leave now, yeah..." Aubrey slowly closed her dorm's room and stepped back. She stood where she was for a full minute, a frown plastered on her features.  "What the hell did I just saw there?!" She thought out loud as an image of her roommate with her boyfriend crossed her mind. She shook her head furiously, trying to get both of their naked figures off her brain. Soon, another thought took over the previous: where was she going to stay? She had been studying in the library until late, it was around 11:30 now, which meant Emma's boyfriend wasn't going to leave her room any time soon. And who was he anyway? Tony? Harry? Chris? She'd had so many boyfriends in the span of 2 months that she couldn't remember which was which. She somehow pictured seeing a law book in their room's table yesterday, so she assumed that's was he was studying.  "Did he ever mention who was his roommate?" She pondered as she walked through the endless halls. Maybe she could stay the night with them, since she didn't quite know anyone but Emma, and didn't feel like sleeping in the restroom or baths. As she walked she tried to remember said boyfriend's name, which came to her quite quicker than she had expected. "Matt!" She exclaimed, then covered her mouth with both hands as she realised most people were already asleep.

She crossed what seemed like hundreds of corridors, looking at the small whiteboards on each door to try and find any with the name Matt on it. Right before she was about to give up she saw one. 'Matt & Dan', those were the names, and she hadn't seen any other Matt until now, so she hoped it would be that one. Reluctantly, she knocked at the door. Some ruffling sounds were heard on the other side, and then the door opened. "Hi. Uh, you're Dan, right?" "Yes..." The boy answered confused. "I'm Aubrey. Emma's roommate, she's dating Matt." "Right. And you're here 'cause?" "Well... Let's just say Matt and Emma were having quite some fun in our dorm. And now I kind of have nowhere to stay." Dan looked back at her puzzled. Of course, this scenario was the last he could be expecting on a Wednesday at 12 am.  "I was just wondering if I could maybe stay here for the night?" Aubrey concluded, hoping that Dan wouldn't just kick her out. "Sure, yeah. You can stay." "Really?! Oh my god, I owe you one." Dan stepped aside to let her in, and signaled her in which bed she could sleep. "By the way, sorry for appearing all of a sudden. I hope I didn't wake you up or anything." "Nah it's okay. I was just doing some stuff on my computer."

The first awkward moments soon ended, and in a matter of minutes they were both laughing nonstop.  "But seriously, did you actually see them right in the middle of it?" "Yes! Don't mention it, I think I've been traumatised for life." "Ewww I'm just imagining it." Dan scrunched up his nose as he said this. "You should've taken some pics, we could blackmail them with those later." "I wish I had. I just ran away as fast as I could. I'm sure they didn't even notice I opened the door in the first place." "Oh I'm so gonna annoy him with it now." "You have to!" Aubrey encouraged, at this point exaggerating her movements to make it look more dramatic. "He's taken my dorm without permission, I'll need some kind of revenge." "I'll help you out with that."

She hadn't payed much attention to the room until that moment, and she scanned quickly what was there. The typical, she thought. A large, messy desk full of open books and notes, and the walls covered with posters. There was something odd though, a videocamera.  "By the way, what's that for? Aren't you studying law?" "I am, but I also make videos in youtube. For fun." "Oh you're a youtuber!" She exclaimed in realisation. "I gotta say I wasn't expecting that." During that time YouTube was still quite a brand new site, and only now the term youtubers had began to spread widely and gain popularity. "Now that I know it I gotta check out your videos." "I'm sure you'll like them." Dan said grinning widely.

           *time skip*

As Aubrey opened her eyes she was startled at the new surroundings. It wasn't until later on that she remembered the past night's events. "You finally woke up." Dan said, already dressed and packing the books he needed for that day. "I don't think I even heard your alarm." "Yeah, that's what happens when you stay awake past 3 am." She looked down, realising she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and seeing their state after having slept with them, she could imagine what a mess her hair would be. "Gotta go back now and get changed. Let's pray Matt has already left by now." "Yeah. Well, I'll see you around." "Yup, see ya!" With that Aubrey left the dorm and made her way to her's. She was a lot more lucky this time when she opened the door, as she was met with Emma apliying some makeup on. "Had fun?" Aubrey casually asked. "Why you mention it?" "I happen to have witnessed, sadly for me, some of last night's events." Emma's face grew pale after Aubrey's words."Oh my- How did you even-" "It's my room after all! I had to come back to sleep at some point, did you even consider that?" "Not... really... no..." Emma sighed defeated. "Where did you sleep?" "In Matt's room." Again, another comment that left Emma even more confused."Wha-" "He takes my room I take his! Plus, there's no one I know, so that was my best shot." "And his roommate, eh..." "Dan." "Right, Dan. How is he?" "He's a really nice guy." Aubrey said, smiling from ear to ear as she thought of him. "Guess the whole situation wasn't so bad after all, I got a new friend now."

           ~ ~ ~

They were reaching the end of their first year in college. Dan and Aubrey's bond had only grown stronger ever since that day. They'd had some of the best times together. But lately Aubrey had been getting the feeling that Dan wasn't exactly ok. He was a lot more quiet, thoughtful, as if there was something of great importance that was bothering him. At first she had let him be, thinking he wouldn't want to be asked about it. But in the end she couldn't contain it. She needed to know what was going on, she had to help him in someway.

Dan remained quiet at first when she asked. "C'mon Dan, you know you can trust me. Please, I'm really worried." She insisted. Of course, the last thing Dan wanted was to make her sad, and seeing her like this made him say it all in a rush, words tangling among each other. "I can't take it anymore." He started. "It's all too much. All the exams, all the pressure... All the effort and time wasted in something I don't really care about." Aubrey was confused at this. "That you don't care about? About what, your career?" "Yes. I didn't really want to study this, you know. It was a career many were choosing and my parents constantly insisted that it'd be a good choice for my future. But I can't get the hang of it. My interest have always revolved around scenic arts, videogames... Not law." "Are you planning to drop out then?" "Well, yeah, I hope so. I can't take being like this for much longer. I'll finish this year and then leave." His expression transformed into one of concern and expectancy, as he looked at Aubrey hoping that she would, in a way, approve of his idea. "If it's making you unhappy then you can't continue. It'd be stupid to do so. Though I'll have to say, I'll be missing you, so don't you dare regret it." "I'm sure I won't." "But, what will you do? I mean, after hearing your parents where so eager for you to study this they might not be too happy to see you back, have you thought of where you'll stay? Or where will you work?" "About that..." Dan took a moment to continue, replaying in his head all of the ideas he'd had over the last month. "I've already planned it all. You know the YouTube thing I'm doing?" Aubrey nodded as an answer, already perceiving where this was leading.  "You see, lately the idea of earning a living with it has becomed more popular. Seems like it can actually work out. And that's what I like. Making videos, sketches of my very own, editing them and all that sort of things, that's what I really enjoy." "Who would've thought that'd be a thing... But yeah, I've read some things about it, and from what I've seen you're really talented. I'm sure you'll be among the lucky ones." Aubrey said encouragingly.  "Let's pray for that. But I'll be living with an already lucky one, so that'll be some good help." "You're gonna live with a former youtuber?!" Aubrey's eyes opened wide, both surprised and excited about all this news. "Yup." Dan said smiling sheepishly. "AmazingPhil, one of the dinosaurs of YouTube, as he's called. He's just the nicest dude I've ever met, and he's helped me out so much. He lives here in Manchester and has an apartment of his own. I already asked him and he's eager for me to arrive already." "That's great news! He sounds like a great guy, you'll have to introduce us some time." Her smiled turned to slightly melancholic one as she thought of Dan having to leave so soon already. "I'm really gonna miss you." "Me too Aubrey. I'll miss you too."

          ~ ~ ~

It had been four years already. A 23 year old Aubrey closed the door of her new apartment, trotted down the flight of stairs and then began her daily afternoon walk, happily pacing down the busy streets of London. She began the half an hour journey that would take her to her favorite café. In exactly 30 minutes a beautiful pastel blue wall, contrasting with the rest of the dull façades, came into view. The tiny doorbell chimed with it's cheerful melody as Aubrey entered, smiling widely as the warm smell of coffee surrounded her. She greeted the waiter and went to her usual place, a fluffy cushion in one of the corners of the establishment, besides the window. In a matter of minutes she had her drink beside her. She didn't even need to order it, having that for the past 2 months it had been her only drink of choice, and she hadn't missed a single afternoon ever since she arrived to the city and discovered this small, cozy place. She took a sip of her hot beverage and pulled out from her bag a book she had been reading, or shall we say devouring, for the past days.The envolving atmosphere could have her lost in her own world for hours, losing any notion of time. Not that she minded, those peaceful moments made her the happiest. But today the routine was about to be broken.  The doorbell tinkled again. Usually, she wouldn't care to look, but this time she forwarded her sight to the new costumer. She could only see his back now as he headed to the counter: awkwardly tall body, completely black clothes and shortish chocolate hair which had been straightened, but because of the light rain outside it was now curly on the tips. There was something familiar in the male who she was staring intensively.  With his order in hand he turned, searching for a free seat. And that was when she finally realised it. It was Dan! After so many years, destiny had somehow given her a perfect chance to see each other again. She couldn't contain her happiness as she rushed towards Dan, tackling him and nearly making him and his drink fall down. Dan's shock was easily noticeable as he had not seen her yet, but right as Aubrey pulled back, what had been a sudden hug from an extranger wasn't from and extranger anymore.  "Dan! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages! I had no idea you were in London!" "Neither did I!" "Oh, we so need to catch up." Aubrey said as she dragged him across the shop back to her seat, pulling close to her another chair for Dan and preparing for all the stories they'd have to hear from one another. It felt weird in a way, but seeing him now after so long made her aware of how much she had really missed him. And just by looking at him she could see that feeling was reciprocal. There was no doubt that from that day on it'd be practically impossible to have them apart again.