#one guy a while ago asked for me to shave myself on camera for him

[slavemoron]

Carpet part 3

I had told chris not to do it, to stay away from him, but I couldn’t stop him. He had been controlled to much in recent years. I gave him a kiss before he went to confront Scott, maybe to remind him of what was waiting for him back home. But that was 4 days ago now. And chris was back there under Scott’s feet again. I knew this because after half a day of chris being missing I received a text.

Chris was on his knees, a cock down his throat, and staring into the camera. The message just read “suprise”

The pictures kept coming, Chris choking on a foot, lovingly making out with the same foot, a full profile shot of him getting fucked into the ground on some old trashy rug. The final show was just chris, spread out on the ground, with his ass up, showing a battered hole.

The pictures haunted me, in everyone his stare seemed so….empty. His eyes were almost dead, save for a primal lust or fear that tinged them. I finally understood what Chris meant when we said he would just….obey. Like that prick could just turn off his autonomy.

I wanted to call the cops, to storm over there myself, but I don’t know where he was. I was an idiot and never asked, maybe hoping to just keep him out of chris’ mind. But now he was stuck there, being abused and I had been trapped.

However that wasn’t good enough for “Master Fagbreaker.” His last message sent me a link, to tumblr of all places. It said “follow every post and when you find the password. DM me and you can have him back.”

It was sick but…I had no choice. I already had a tumblr, I too had my own perversions I used to indulge and it didn’t take much time to find Scott. He had been busy, documenting the full break down of my boyfriend into nothing.

Chris was shaved and denuded, with Scott taking the time to slap him around and fuck his throat some more.

He was locked up in an ever smaller cage, Scott shrunk his raging hard on with the cold touch of an ice pack. After it was on he kicked him in the balls, and then made him beg for more.

It was like to used to get off too and part of me still did, leading to more self incriminations.

After the “faggot” was hairless, caged, and collared again, Scott went to town. Fucking him on a couch, facing out the window, making him chant “this Faggot is worthless” over and over again. Another video he simply made him bounce up and down on a dildo and stare into the camera, his locked up cock bouncing with it.

Later images simply had chris nuzzle up to Scott’s pits, moaning and breathing in saying how much he loved him and was sorry. The verbal parts repulsed me but the pits…..well I loved pits. Before I knew chris after I’d go to the gym and few guys would let me worship their pits and, after enough times, I might have turned out like chris. I didn’t though and chris was hot but not for his pits. I pushed the image out of my mind and continued.

The images got darker from there, chris getting his balls slapped and being made to beg for more, chris on a dildo again but with 3 shock collars on, both gyrating and moaning in between jerking in pain. Eventually Scott decided it was time to make a party of it, and the gang rape began.

I couldn’t see all of them but I counted at least 5 or 6 men other then Him, taking time to beat him, face fuck him, or “rail that faggot pussy”. One shot that got to me had chris getting fucked out of his mind while an offscreen man pushed his foot onto chris’ face, who worshiped and moaned. That foot would wind back and kick him multiple times but chris never stopped.

At the end of that last series the last picture was just chris, beaten, sweaty, and crumpled on the ground amongst a forest of male feet, ass arched up still, and over all of this was the phrase “Please Master let me come”

After days of this, watching the love of my life get mauled, I had the key and I entered the dms of this monster. I sent the key and said who I was.

“Send me a picture of You and faggot together” the message came back

I wanted to argue, to defend him, but I had to save him so I played along. Sending a picture from our 2nd date.

“Sweet picture, me and the faggot just finished our date too”

“Go fuck yourself,” I said in the messages, “tell me where he is.”

Nothing came back at first and then he said, “you come on my terms, you do me a favor and you can have the faggot back. Get that?”

“Sure” I sent back and he sent the address. I rushed there.

Knocking on the door, I stood there and waited. Nothing happened for a few moments until the door opened, revealing Scott shirtless and sweating.

“Just finished working out,” he said and smirked at me. He smelled good….fuckin really good. I ignored that thought and said, “where is chris?”

Scott gestured me in and took a seat at the couch. I just stood there, standing on the carpet I had watched my boyfriend get fucked by this man. He gestured for me to come and when i didn’t he said, “sit down, remember this is on MY terms.”

I complied sittings few feet away from him. he stretched out his arms, exposing those pits again.

“Where is chris,” I repeated and Scott answered simply, “in its box, the fag is resting. It’s had a hard training time.”

“I wanna see him,” I demanded and he reached with one arm and handed me a small controller.

“Press that and the fag will get shocked, then it’ll come crawling.” I didnt press the button, I would never do anything like that. He shrugged and said, “so did you appreciate the content?”

I glowered at him and he snickered, “oh come on man, I saw your blog. Old content maybe but you were a nasty bitch back then. You can hate me and still be honest.”

“You’re an abuser,” I said, “whatever fantasies I’ve had ever, they are nothing like this.”

He gave me a smug look and said, “we shall see.” I glared at him suspiciously and he continued, “I want a favor and it’s a simple favor. I get you for a few hours and after that’s done. If you want your little boytoy back, then fair enough.”

I sat back, shocked and concerned, “you want….me?” He looked at me and laughed, “and why not, you’ve got a hot body and good cock. The fag is fully broken and in, as you’ve seen. But I could enjoy you. And I bet you would too. I’m not gonna beat you or torture you, unless you want. I want to make you feel good.”

This was a trap, I knew that, but for Chris I had to. I had to, I just told myself. I nodded silently and said, “okay”

Scott smiled like a hyena and said, “good.” He pulled out a bottle of poppers and poured some on a bandana and handed them to me.

“In your mouth,” he said calmly and I hesitated. “Now,” he said more forcefully, “your a strong man not some fag. It’ll be good just do it.” And I did. The poppers started to swirl in my brain as Scott exposed his nearest pit, the smell just so fucking good. Poppered up and complying I came in closer and then Scott grabbed my head and forced it into his pits. The smell was overwhelming, so masculine, so powerful and that plus the poppers made me moan, like chris had so many times.

“That’s right boy,” sneered Scott in my ear, “I did my research, just stay in there and worship my fuckin pits.”

I did, for chris I guess. I rubbed my face in his delicious body and, instinctually started to grind on his leg, in between my 2 own.

“That’s right faggot,” he said, “don’t fight it, that fag can’t give you what you need. I can. No more thinking about cleaning the sweat off a Man after a workout, you can do that everyday with Me.” I moaned and started to thrust faster against his leg. I was so caught up in it that when I felt my pants being pulled down behind me, I almost jumped.

Scott caught my head and pulled me back in, me breathing in deeper and offering my ass up without thinking. A tongue started probing my hole, deeply and desperately. Lost in my pit-drunk stupor, I knew it was chris. Only he was so good at eating my hole. I offered my hole and more and chris complied, all while Scott oversaw all of this with his hand on the back of my head.

Suddenly he pulled my head back and looked me in the eyes, his intense stare boring into my soul. Hands holding my hair, he put the bottle under my nose and I inhaled, not sure why I did so easily.

The swirling fog of poppers crushed my brain, compounded by the faggit eating my hole at this MANS orders. He shoved me back into the pit.

“Lick faggot” he said and I did, licking, tasting and worshiping this delicious man while the faggot behind me pryed my hole open. Then it got worse as I felt to hands come up and grab my tits and start to work them carefully. I moaned like a bitch in heat, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

Scott grabbed my hair again and pulled me up, looking me in the unfocused eyes, “I know all of your weaknesses,” he said as his faggot cleaned out my hole and tweaked my nipples, “I can exploit them all day, all weekend, as long as I want.”

I couldn’t respond only softly moan out whatever pathetic last bit resistance I had left. He laughed and held out the bottle again. “Hit this again and you can have the other pit, but then you’ll suck my cock, and then I’ll fuck that tight hole of yours. You let me do this and you’ll be just another faggot.” He held out the bottle just out of reach and said, “do it faggot.” I did, it felt so good I just wanted more. After hitting it deeply again, he tightened the grip on my hair and looked me in the eyes, “I am Master Fagbreaker and You are a faggot.”

I responded mechanically, “You are Master Fagbreaker and I am a faggot.”

“Then it’s time to break you faggot,” he said and pulled me into his other pit. The sensation, the feeling of totally submitting, the thought of every horrible picture I had to watch being done again with me, all of it filled me up and made me feel something I hadn’t felt in years. I desperately breathed in Masters pit, hungrily humiliating myself for HIM. all the while the other faggot fondled my tits harder and harder while eating my ass….no my faggot pussy.

“When faggot A is done,” Master fagbreaker said in my ear, “Master is gonna fuck its new slave until it totally forgets who it was. You wanted your boy back, well guess what you got it and a new Master.” I grinder harder into nothing, impotently struggling for some release I would never get.

master pulled me out of his pit and without warning, forced me onto his crotch. That smelled too and it smelled so powerful. I started to rut again and the tongue left to be replaced by a finger and then 2. My faggot boyfriend finger fucked me as I worshiped the crotch of Master, who finally deigned to unzip his pants and free His cock. Hand still on my hair, he pulled me down all the way, forcing me to Gag and struggle, as my ex boyfriend finger fucked me.

my gag reflex was terrible, but Master seemed to enjoy it, especially as his other faggot continued to finger fuck my faggot pussy. I pictured myself, hairless, locked, and getting spit roasted like faggot A had been. i was so hot, so fucked, and so dazed that i was finally honest, i was jealous.

master pulled my head off His cock and slapped me, “This faggot can’t suck cock for shit apparently. But that’s fine. I’ll enjoy breaking in that throat. He got up and yanked me by the hair, pulling me off the couch as I whimpered. He jerked his head at faggot A who promptly sat back on the couch and out its legs up, pussy exposed. master pushed me on top of faggot A, the person i had loved, and he kicked my legs apart, exposing my faggot pussy.

“Now im gonna fuck that hole into a pussy,” Master said, “You faggots chant as you should. Teach our new faggot the lesson.”

Chris….faggot A looked me in the eyes, not blank like I thought but just totally obedient, and just said, “faggots obey.”

I looked him in the eyes as i felt the man who called himself Master square up to fuck me into submission. I could go, i could leave, I didn’t have to do this. But as Master pushed his cock into my pussy, Faggot A just repeated the Mantra, “faggots obey,” and I knew I couldn’t.

“FAGGOTS OBEY,” I said my eyes fixed on the broken slave I couldn’t fix. The man who broke him shoved his cock into my pussy and proceeded to break me. “FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY,” we chanted together, Master whooping and cackling at His conquest.

I was a faggot, faggots were meant to be broken. As Master picked up the pace, slamming his cock into my pussy over and over again I knew this was right. this was right and it would only ever be right if Master continued to break this faggot.

Masters thrusts intensified and he grabbed my hair again, yanking my head back. Still thrusting, he placed the poppers under my nose and i breathed in and kept breathing until i was told to stop. Pleasure and pain stopped meaning anything and as the only that mantra remained in my brain Master slammed his cock in one last time and claimed

My faggot pussy as his.

He pulled out of my ruined hole, hand still holding my hair, and threw me off

The couch and onto the floor, looking up i saw Master loom over me and look down in contempt.

“So faggot, what’s it gonna be?”

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t, I just opened my mouth and looked at my new Master.

Master smirked and pulled out his phone, I stared into the camera as my fellow slave had. I would turn over all my info, even if I refused Master could make me. He could make me do anything. He snapped a picture and smirked one last time.

“The boys are gonna love you faggot.”

[getitinbusan]

Studio Sessions 3

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut. 

These stand alone but you won't want to miss reading all of them!

The Collaborators

Part One : Taehyung

Part Two: Jimin

This one gets a bit rough 18+

The Namjoon & Hoseok Collaboration

You made your way through the maze of BigHit hallways, mission: Hobi and Joon.

The practice rooms were all on the lower levels, fully equipped with cameras, sound systems, mirrors and everything else you'd need to make your "video". Inhaling deeply you pushed the doors open, this was going to be a challenge. 

Hobi was working on choreo and Joon was on his phone, their attention shifting to you when you locked the door. "Are we in trouble?" Namjoon laughed. 

"I guess that depends on how you look at it." you answered. "I'm going to cut to the chase guys, we need to have sex." 

Namjoon laughed nervously, "I guess it's been a while but I wouldn't say I need to."

Chiming in Hobi added, "I just had sex last week...and you and Yoongi have sex all the time?" You walked over to the motion sensor camera and flicked it on, enabling the direct  share.

"I mean, we have to have sex together."

They stared at each other and both started laughing. "Is this some kind of joke?"

The stereo was next, syncing it to your Bluetooth you put on your makeout playlist and sent Yoongi his link to watch the recording. "No joke, it's Yoongi's birthday wish that I get the shit fucked out of me." 

Hobi grabbed a bottle of water, "I don't believe it, why us? This has to be a set up."

You walked over to him grabbing the bottle,"It's no fucking joke Hoseok, I just found out that my boyfriend and you fucked, now I want my turn." 

Namjoon's face went completely red, "is this your first time finding that information out too?" you questioned him.

"So this is a revenge thing? Because that was years ago, it's not like he cheated on you." Hope was getting defensive.

"Not revenge at all actually, I just don't think it's fair that he's had your dick in his ass and I haven't." Walking over to the lights you turned the dimmer switch. 

"I don't think I need to be involved in this." Namjoon moved to the door. 

"Listen, call Taehyung, just ask, ask him about how he got to fuck me while Yoongi watched." 

Their jaws dropped and neither moved to make that call. Holding up your phone you hit Tae's contact and put it on speaker. He answered "hello" groggily, "Hey, were you sleeping? Did I tire you out today?" you asked. 

He chuckled, "You did, I'm just resting up in case you want to go again."

You raised your eyebrow at Joon, "I do, that's why I'm calling. I need your help."

You could hear him shifting, "Fuck Y/N, Yoongi wasn't kidding. You really are insatiable. Where do you want me? Are you still in the studio?"

You giggled at his exuberance, "Sorry Tae, you already had your turn. I'm here with Hobi and Joon and it seems they're not as eager as you were."

"Namjoons a prude, and I'm pretty sure that while Hope swings both ways, he prefers guys." Tae's deep voice carried through the studio.

"Hey asshole you're on speaker." Hope countered back.

Tae chuckled, "You're liars if you're going to pretend you haven't thought about it. Yoongi Hyung is giving you a free pass to fuck his girlfriend and...ten out of ten, I highly recommend it."

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Yoongi watched the livelink, his monitor displaying you circling the two men like prey. They were reluctantly giving in to your advances as you dissolved what little will power they had. He had to give them credit for at least questioning your motives unlike Jimin and Taehyung. 

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Hanging up the call with Taehyung you waited for their answer. 

Hoseok moved towards you while looking into the camera to address Yoongi. "So you never told her that we used to be a thing? You didn't want to tell her why we always chose each other as roommates? Too embarrassed to tell her how good I used to fuck you?"

He was standing in front of you, "Show me Hoseok, show me how he liked to be fucked, please...I want it...want you."

Grabbing your hair and pulling your head back he licked from your collar bone to your chin. "Does he still like it rough?" You went weak in the knees, you'd never expected this from happy little Hobi. 

Namjoon was standing by the door contemplating whether or not he should flee the room. His phone vibrated.

Yoongi: It's okay, just fuck her. 

Mentally wrestling his morals Joon moved to the makeup chair.

Hobi lifted your dress and pulled your underwear down. "Oh look Joon, she's got a really pretty shaved pussy." 

He stuck his finger between your legs and quickly dipped it inside you. "Wet little slut." He said as he pulled out the slick covered digit and licked it clean. 

"She's tasty Yoongi, If she were mine I'd never take my face out of her cunt."  

He certainly knew what he was doing, a perpetual showman. You wondered how Yoongi was feeling watching the performance being put on just for him? 

Grabbing your hair again he pulled you over to Namjoon, "I think our leader needs some convincing." 

Joon didn't want to look you in the eye, he really was a prude. Removing every piece of clothing you stood naked presenting yourself before him, "You don't have to do this Y/N." His face finally turning to meet yours. 

"I want to," you let your fingers caress your breast, "Don't you want me Joon?" Leaning over you brushed his cheek and moved in to place a small delicate kiss on his lips. 

Dropping your hand between his thighs you could feel his swelling bulge. "Haven't you wondered what it would feel like to be inside me…" you undid his zipper, "I know you've heard Yoongi and I through the hotel wall. Did you ever get off listening to us fuck?" 

He groaned, his dick was full and ready, all sensibility shifting from his brain to his crotch. He grabbed your head with his large hand and pulled you onto his lips kissing you. "You have no idea how many times I've had to touch myself listening to you cum." 

Hoseok stood pants down, already stroking himself. "Let's get these off," you motioned to their clothes. 

Standing up you finally got a look at both their bodies. You always knew Joon was thick, his body was muscular but you never expected him to have a fat cock. The anticipation of him stretching you out made you somehow impossibly hornier. 

Hobi was very much like his frame, long and thin, the kind of cock that could hit deep. He, just like you, was completely clean shaven. 

Dropping to your knees you grabbed them, one in each hand. Your mouth moving back and forth trying to give them equal attention. Every now and  again you'd make sure to stare into the camera, reminding Yoongi that it was him on your mind. Saliva dripping off their cocks as they praised you, you wondered, was he watching? 

Helping you up from your knees both men stationed themselves on either side of your body. A sheer wave of ecstasy ran through you as they each attached themselves to a nipple.

"Oh my god, fuck, someone needs to fucking get their fingers inside me... I'm going to cum so hard."

As good as having your tits sucked felt, having them both sucked at the same time was mind blowing.

Hope's long fingers made their way inside you pumping and rubbing your g spot mercilessly until you squirted all over the studio floor. 

"Are you ready to get that ass fucked now baby?" Hoseok looked at you with greed in his eyes. 

Taking Joon by the hand and leading him to the bench you pumped his cock, "only if I can take you both at the same time."

Both men moaned audibly at the idea. "Lay down on your back," you instructed Joon. Straddling him you sank down slowly onto his red weeping dick.

As predicted, he filled you perfectly, pussy lips stretched around him tightly. Hobi stood back cupping his balls waiting his turn.

"Fuck Joon your cock is phenomenal." Your cunt was so needy he slid in and out of you with ease, covered in your thick cream. 

"Are you ready Hope?" He grinned like the Cheshire cat moving behind you. 

Sticking his fingers in your mouth he stroked them over your tongue. Pulling them back out, strands of  saliva landed on your back before he eagerly stuck his pointer straight into your ass.

"Nice and relaxed, I bet Yoongi fucks your little hole all the time doesn't he?" 

When you didn't respond he sharply smacked you leaving a bright red welt across your ass cheek.

"Fucking answer me." He was unexpectedly rough, but it was okay. You wouldn't let him break you.

The Second finger went in deep and fast with no warning as you gasped for breath. Joon pulled your face down, "relax and focus on me."

The contrast between Joon's gentle ways and Hobi's roughness created a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. Leaning into him you kissed his lips as Hobi began pushing his cock into you.

"Good girl," he purred as he picked up speed. "Who's better at fucking your ass...hmmm me or Yoongi?"

You didn't answer and his hand struck you again. "I asked you a fucking question baby girl?"

Tears rolled down your cheek landing on Joons face. "You need to answer me."

Trying to distract yourself, you pressed your lips to Joons and ground yourself into his pubic mound stimulating your clit. Pulling your hair and yanking you away from Joon he asked again.

"Yoongi! 

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Was it going too far? He couldn't tell. You hadn't used the safe word but he had never been this rough with you. When you called his name he jumped from his chair ready to run to the practice room. Hand about to turn the handle your words made him go back to watching. 

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"Fucking Yoongi! Your cock is nothing compared to his." 

Another hard slap landed across your flesh but this time you laughed. "Is that all you have?"

Fucking yourself harder against him you refused to let him have the upper hand. "No wonder he never told me about you if this is all you've got." 

Aggression and anger filling the air, you were all erotically charged. Everyone thrusting harder and faster you came, squeezing Namjoon inside you. "Can I cum in you?" He panted. No sooner than the yes left your lips his cum was shooting inside you. Hoseok was hanging onto your hips like a vice as he found his end pulling out and cumming on your back. 

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Yoongi left his studio in a rush to collect you. He knew your physical tiredness would be compounded by the emotionally draining exhaustion from this round. He just wanted to take care of you. 

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Joon hugged you while Hoseok apologized for taking things too far. Reassuring him everything was okay between you, you kissed his cheek.

Turning the lock and twisting the handle Yoongi stood waiting. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed your forehead, "Are you okay, do you want to stop?" 

You kissed the back of his hand, "Do you really think I'm going to give up when I'm one away from Jeon Jungkook?"

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Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

@phoenicia1533

[thenakedgingerwrites]

My Personal Trainer

I met Nick five months ago when he became my personal trainer. I joined the gym in the summer to finally work my body towards my personal goals. I had been skinny all my life and knew that if I wanted to change it I would have to get serious. Five months of 3-5 workouts a week and heavy carb/protein loading I was pushing towards my goal. I was up 20 pounds of muscle and my progress pics were really showing obvious changes. I of course had taken photos every step of the way, but hadn't really shared them with anyone until recently. Nick and I had our weekly Monday appointment scheduled. Today was chest day for me and he pushed me hard through it. I was actually pretty lucky getting Nick as my trainer. He was attractive but not instantly my type. It was easier to get a solid workout in if I wasn't drooling over my trainer the entire time. Nick was probably 5'11. He had a lot of muscle but was rounded since bulking season had set in. His arms were massive, chest was broad, and butt (from what I could tell) was quite a bubble. His legs were probably the most underdeveloped part of him but they weren't thin by any means. Definitely thicker than mine. Nick was pale but had clear, unblemished skin. His hair was dark and kept short. In fact sometimes his beard would get longer than his hair before he trimmed everything up. He was one of the few trainers that didn't seem to shave everything. His legs and arms had a nice layer of thick dark hair.

I tried not to fantasize about him but couldn't help the occasional naughty thought, especially when he would demonstrate squat formations or anything that popped his butt. However, I really tried to keep things professional. No harmless flirting or ogles were done by this guy. Nick figured out I was gay probably 2 months into our routine. It didn't phase him at all and things continued as normal. He would occasionally ask about my personal life, if I was seeing anyone, and I'd ask the same. We were both helplessly single but he was straight so there were no possibilities there. I didn't shower at the gym since I lived so close and Nick always did his workouts in the afternoon before I arrived. What this meant is that I'd never even seen the guy shirtless. The most skin I'd ever seen on the man was his calves, arms, and occasional upper thigh depending on the workout. His body was still a mystery, and that was probably a good thing for me. That all changed in the 4 month mark. We were talking after my workout and just shooting the shit. He asked if I had taken progress pictures and I explained I had, but wasn't quite ready to share. Maybe one day, I told him. He understood, but offered up his own. He flipped through his phone and then handed it to me. "Don't flip too much though," Nick said with a nervous laugh. He obviously had nudes on his phone. Of him or of someone else I wondered? The screen was zoomed in to a 3 picture side-by-side, each 6 months apart. I should probably mention that it was his neck down in nothing but some tight underwear. My eyes must have bulged. His body was amazing. I mean he definitely was a 'round' muscled guy but that was absolutely my type. His chest had a light dusting of dark hair which picked back up around his belly button and continued south, growing in intensity until it was hidden below his waistband. He kept his body hair trimmed but definitely all there. I couldn't help but focus on his package. Fuck keeping things personal, I thought. The pictures weren't amazingly lit, but I could easily see the large bulge in his briefs. Whether it was cock, balls, or both I couldn't tell. Whatever it was though, it was hefty. "... and if you blend that all together, it makes a wicked easy meal with tons of calories." Oh shit! I had completely zoned out while looking at his pictures. Quick, say something. "Well it's working out really well for you Nick. This is great progress. I'd be happy with any of them, honestly." Nick laughed. "Like, for your own body or as in your boyfriend?" It had seemed innocent enough but a million thoughts were running through my head. "Umm, well I meant for my own body, but if I was lucky enough to snatch someone up with a body like yours, I'd hold on tight." Nick just gave a cheesy grin and said thanks. We talked for a few more minutes about our weeks and what I would focus on while at the gym. Unfortunately, that night I jacked off thinking about those photos. The next night, I texted Nick telling him how raw I was from the workout yesterday and he responded with the picture he showed me. "Pain builds progress" he wrote with it. That week I did nothing but masturbate to that photo. The slippery slope had started and there was no turning back. Another month went by without much significance except how I looked at Nick. He was no longer just my personal trainer, he was now an object of my lust. Every workout he showed me I couldn't help but turn it dirty in my mind. I was losing it. We had hung out a few times outside of the gym. It had always been with a bunch of the gym staff for a game or just a night out in downtown. I got a text on Saturday morning asking if I wanted to hang out and drink some beers. His roommate was out of town and he wanted to enjoy the apartment to himself while watching the football game. I agreed, trying not to fantasize about unrealistic outcomes. When I got there he was basically in gym attire. I felt a bit dressed up in my nice jeans and button up shirt but oh well. We drank while watching the game, Nick drinking much faster than me. Near the end of the 3rd quarter, it was obvious our home team was going to win and interest in the game subsided. We talked about the gym, work, girls, guys, and continued to drink. I was getting tipsy at this point but Nick was sufficiently drunk. "When are you gonna show me your progress photos, man?" Nick asked me. He actually didn't need to beg much. The alcohol helped, but it only felt fair knowing how much I'd stared at his almost naked body. "Eh, I'll show you. Remember, I was SKINNY. Don't make fun." "I would never! Plus you've grown so much. I'm so proud!" He was smiling ear to ear. It made me swoon a little. I flipped through my phone to get the most recent. It was my 5 month comparison photo. Nothing too crazy. Just standing in front of the mirror flexing one arm in my underwear. I wore skimpy briefs but it was nothing x-rated. I had clearly changed. My ribs were no longer visible and every muscle and it's own definition. Where a flat chest had been there were now pecs. Where a stick arm was there was muscled girth. "Wow! I'm so impressed; you've changed more than I imagined." "Thanks Nick." I was genuinely appreciative of his compliments. "Although, you need to get better at posing." "What?" Nick continued, "You're not showing off the right muscles in these. Like, you've grown a lot in your back but you can't tell in these." "Oh, haha. I didn't realize there was an art to gym selfies." I chastised him a little sarcastically. "There is!!" Nick was drunkenly serious. This was clearly a subject he was passionate about. "Okay, how do you feel about practicing some?" "Sure, that's fine." I said. "You'd have to take off those clothes though to see what I mean." Nick was very direct. I played along, my mind secretly hoping for something like this or more. "That's fine. You would too, right? To show me?" "Yeah, yeah. Obviously." With that Nick stripped. There was no romantic tease to it. This was clearly just what Nick said it was and nothing more. In a few seconds he had peeled out to just his tight boxer briefs. I stood there for longer than I should have because he cleared his throat and said, "you're turn." I quickly snapped back to reality and disrobed as well. I wore my tight AussieBum red briefs tonight just in case something like this happened. What can I say, I'm a planner. "Nice briefs man." Nick offered. "Nice body." He laughed. "Okay, so the first pose is really to show off your Lats and all the work you've been doing on your back." He walked through a couple poses and I imitated him. He would correct me a few times and move my arms or body in the right way. I was really proud of myself for not popping an erection at all with the contact. Minutes passed and things started to get warm in the living room from all our flexing and holding poses. Nick offered to take some photos for me on my phone and I happily agreed. They would be much better than selfies. After taking some photos Nick asked if I would do the same. I obviously agreed. We got to a pose that Nick wanted to try to accentuate his butt. He stood sideways to the camera and twisted his torso towards the lens to accentuate the roundness of his bubble butt. I took a few photos, wishing they were on my phone instead. "Does it look good? Does my butt look good?" He asked me. "It looks incredible Nick. Easily one of the hottest asses I've ever seen." I didn't really think about what I was saying anymore. We were both getting drunk by this time. "Coming from you that means a lot, thanks!" Nick replied with a cheesy smile. "Hey, I kind of want to get some more but without my briefs. Is that okay?" "You want me to take your nudes for you?" I sarcastically asked. Probably should have played that differently. He laughed loudly, "No! I can take my own dick pics thank you. I'll still cover the goods up, I just want some sexier ones without underwear." "Sure, why would I mind?" Nick shrugged, "I dunno, just wanted to make sure, ya know?" He turned around to slip his briefs off. His butt, was amazing. Two large globes of muscle sat atop his legs. They were dusted in his dark fur but he kept his butt trimmed as well. He went through the same poses but was really good at covering up his cock with either his legs or his hands. As much as I wanted to, I never actually saw what he was packing other than some heavy pubes. When Nick felt he had enough shots, he plopped down onto the couch. He grabbed his briefs and placed them over this crotch but didn't actually put them on. He asked for his phone and flipped through the photos when I handed it to him. He was clearly pleased with the photos. "Is it bad that I find myself hot?" he asked. I laughed, still standing there in my underwear. "No. Is it bad if I do?" Oops. He looked up at me. "You think I'm hot?" I didn't know what to do. I scrambled to find words that would make this alright but the drunken haze was cast over my thoughts. "Well, never mind. That answers that question." Nick was looking down on me. I followed his eyes to see my obvious erection in my briefs. Shit!! I covered up quickly and turned from him. That's when he started laughing. "Don't worry about it dude. I'm flattered. Can't say I've given a guy a hard on before. Nice to know I can." "Ha, ha" I said sarcastically, still trying to will my cock to shrink. "Really, it's not a big deal. Come'on. Come here and help me figure out what shots are the best. You'll clearly have an eye for what looks good here." I looked over my shoulder and he was patting the seat of the couch beside him. I said Fuck it in my head and went to sit by him. My erection wasn't gone at all, but at this point in my life I wasn't really that shy about nudity anymore. A few minutes of flipping through shots and adding filters here and there, Nick asked me a question out of the blue. "So you really like cocks? Like, they look good to you?" "Yeah. Don't you like the look of your dick?" I replied. "Well yeah, but that's mine, ya know. I've never thought any other dick was nice." "I guess that's the difference in being gay," i laughed at that. Nick laughed too. "I guess you're right. But like, what exactly do you like about them?" I couldn't really explain it well after I thought for a moment. "I'm not really sure there's specific things or features I like about dicks and balls. It's just linked so closely with arousal that even seeing one triggers so much sexual endorphin release in me. And it's a muscle that can't hide sexual feelings, as we've clearly seen tonight. I like how honest cocks are." Nick lost it at that. "Hahaha, you like how 'honest' cocks are! That's a new one." "I'm a sucker for an honest dick, what can I say?" I laughed with him. Nick put his phone down. "Okay, then tell me. Do I have an honest dick?" He pulled his briefs off his cock. I stared without caring how obvious I was being, plus I assumed that's what he wanted. His cock was awesome. It was still pretty soft, cut, and pretty thick from what I could tell. However, it was his balls that was giving the bulging briefs in his photos. They were massive. He kept almost all his hair closely trimmed but Nick shaved his balls. "It's um... it's... honestly awesome. Nick, your balls are huge!" was all I could put together. "Haha, yeah. They've been big since I was a teenager." He handled them with palm and moved them around a bit. I swore I saw his cock twitch a bit too. "So, this is hot to you? Like, you actually think my cock and my balls are sexy?" "Do you need reassurance?" "No, no. It's just, I'm trying to figure it out. I'm.. I just can't believe someone would find someone else's dick hot." "Well, I could prove it to you." I offered. "Oh yeah? How?" Nick said. He's not a very good actor and it seemed obvious where this was going. I played it safe though and went with another slow tell. I moved my hand to his thigh. "I could show you how much I like your cock." Nick smiled. "You may have to. I still think you're fibbin'" "I would never lie," I joked. I moved my hand the extra few inches to his soft package. It felt even bigger in my hands. I had to skip to his balls first though since they were so incredibly. I moved them around and massaged them with my fingers. I would pull on them a little bit and stretch the skin which elicited light moans from Nick. I felt adventurous for a few reasons and leaned in. I kissed his balls, first lightly, and then heavier with some wet tongue. Nick moaned more. I continued to kiss and lick his balls while loosely gripping his cock. It was filling up quickly. A few seconds later, he was hard in my hand. I backed up from his balls to take a look at his meat. It was thicker than I thought. Probably 6 inches or so in length but probably the same around. It was the hottest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up to Nick just to reassure myself it was him and that this was honestly happening. He caught my eyes and just whispered, "Please don't stop." Oh that made me wet. I got down onto the floor and moved in between his legs. I took hold of his shaft and licked that cock from base to head like a popsicle. It was delicious. He had already started to precum a little for me. I wasn't in the mood to tease and went right into it. I took as much of Nick's cock into my mouth as I could. He wasn't super long but the girth prevented me from taking him all in on the first go. As I sucked with his member filling my mouth, Nick's light moans evolved to deep rumbling groans. He was loving this which made me even hornier. A couple of bobs was all it took for me to get most of him in my throat. After that I could try my different techniques (which were admittedly rusty). I swiveled my tongue around his head, used my hand to match pace with my mouth, and used a little teeth on the retract. Nick was loving each skill and would buck uncontrollably at some. I was surprised what a gentleman he was. He didn't try and grab my head to face fuck me (although I would have been fine with it) and made it very audible how much he appreciated what I was doing. "Fuck yes. That feels so good. You're amazing. You're incredible. Please don't stop." were the only things he could muster between groans. It only took a couple of minutes before Nick's balls began to tighten. I knew he was getting close. He finally did take hold of my head, but to remove it and saying, "I"m about to cum, man." What a fucking knight. "Good," I said and fought against his grip to latch back onto his cock. He tried to pull me off him again, "No, you really don't have to do that. I don't want you to feel like you do." I continued to stroke him with my hands as I popped off to say, "You don't know what it's like to be gay, but fact one, I WANT to do this." I batted his hands away and took his cock back into my wanting mouth. He just said, "oh god, oh god." over and over as he edged towards the finish line. Nick tried to hold back his orgasm as long as he could but finally he couldn't fight anymore. I took hold of his balls with a free hand as he erupted into me. His tank had definitely been full and I almost struggled to get it all down. Jet after jet of warm seed filled my mouth and was swallowed down. Nick tried to remain still but was bucking and shaking uncontrollably between his heavy breathing. When I was sure he was done, I milked him dry with a last squeeze and popped off his still hard cock. "So," I said, "believe me now that I actually like cock?" He tried to laugh but didn't have the energy. "That. Was. Amazing. I've never gotten head like that before. You're a master." I laughed. "Stand up," Nick said. I did as commanded and rose before him. I was still rock hard in my briefs, and had actually popped out a little on top. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me in closer. I had no words for what was happening, so I just went with it. He fondled me through my briefs for a bit, getting used to the feeling of a hard cock in close proximity to his body. He swallowed, and shucked my briefs to the floor. My cock sprang out and almost hit him in the face which he wasn't expecting and jumped back a bit. I couldn't help but laugh, "You're right to be scared. He bites." "You're huge, dude!" I was definitely longer than Nick. Around 8 inches, but not near as thick. And my balls were only average compared to his massive globes a few feet below. He hesitantly took hold of my cock with one hand and slowly stroked it. This was clearly more for him than it was for me. He was exploring what another man's cock was like and I didn't want to rush him through that. Plus it was incredibly hot to see him oaf around it like a foreign object. After giving me a slow, steady hand job for a few minutes he swallowed again and licked his lips. He inched closer and closed his eyes. I was now feeling bad about this. "Nick, stop. You don't have to do this. You don't owe me anything." He finally looked up at me. "No, I know. I just, I want to see what it's like." "Okay, but go slow. Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable and you can stop anytime." He was looking at my dick again and nodded. He inched close again and closed his eyes to lick my cock head. Once he had a taste he moved his tongue around in his mouth to figure out if he liked it or not. "It just tastes like, skin?" I laughed, "yeah, they don't come in different flavors." "I guess I just, I thought it would taste different." I explained to him that it can if a guy precums a lot, but that I didn't. My cock was a great 'beginners' cock. We both laughed a bit. He then took hold with one hand and tried to wrap his lips around my cock. He could, but didn't take too much into his mouth. He bobbed on my cock like he thought he should but only took an inch or two in at a time and without any suction. What should I have expected from a straight guy. However poor the actual blow job was going, it was Nick who was giving it and that was incredibly hot. I was loving every second of it regardless. I must have began to leak a bit because Nick pulled away with a slight disgust taste on his mouth.

"That's what I expected they tasted like." Nick said with some nervous laughter.

"Yeah, if you don't like that you definitely won't like the ending."

He looked visibly nervous. I leaned down and pushed him away from my cock. "You're done. I'm not letting you go any further. Thanks for trying."

He sighed some relief, "Thanks for letting me try. And for that amazing blow job you gave me. I just wish I could return the favor."

"Trust me Nick, I loved every minute of that probably as much as you did." We both smiled.

"Well, do you wanna shoot on my chest?" Nick said.

I froze for a second and then began dying of laughter.

"What? People do that right?" Nick looked at my confused.

"Hahahaha, sure Nick, sure they do. But rarely does a straight guy just go, 'hey wanna cum on my chest?' It was just too funny."

He leaned back and rubbed his chest seductively, playing with himself a bit too. His cock had softened up almost entirely. "Do you wanna cum on this hot piece of man or not?"

I did.

I leaned into him and put one arm on his shoulder and the other on my cock. Nick just stared at the barrel of the gun in somewhat excited anticipation actually. Having this hunk below me, wanting my cum all over him, was enough to help me finish quickly. My balls tightened as the first blast shot forward onto his pecs. 8 steams of hot spunk fell onto Nick, coating his chest, abs, and cock in my cum. I sighed in relief.

"Hot." was all Nick had to say before we both started laughing.

We stayed there for a minute while I got my breath back and then he offered we take a shower. I rubbed his back, he rubbed mine. I probably washed his ass more than I had to but he didn't stop me or protest. By the end of the shower we both had erections again but heading into the living room he put on his briefs which signaled the nights fun was over.

We both fell asleep on the couch that night and I woke up spooning him in the morning. He was snoring. I got off of him and got the rest of my clothes on to leave. Before I left I looked back at this amazing, delicious man I had known for the past few months. He was sprawled out, chest up, almost naked in his tight white briefs. He had a serious case of morning wood going on that was clearly visible.

I felt naughty and probably was risking more than I should have, but I gave into the momentary idea. I got down on my knees and fished his cock and balls out of his briefs and gave them some light kisses. Nick continued to snore obliviously.

I took a step back to admire the view. I decided to take a picture of him like this for later use. I was going to put his junk back in but last minute decided instead to bob on it a couple times for one last taste and leave.

When I got home I felt guilty about the picture. I didn't want to delete it for obvious reasons but felt like I crossed a line. I decided to text him the photo with the caption "Had a great night. Took this souvenir. Hope you don't mind ;)"

That way if he wanted me to delete it he could tell me, but at least he would know that I had it.

I woke up from a nap to a response from Nick. "Likewise"

A few seconds later a video came through. I opened it and saw myself giving Nick head, his loud moans were close to the speaker. That little shit took a video of me blowing him without me knowing. The anger was only a reflex and I quickly found it hilarious that he captured that moment.

I texted him back, "That's blackmail!"

"Maybe it is. I need something to hold onto to remember last night."

"You could always just get the real thing again if you needed a reminder."

"Deal! Deleted."

"You don't really have to delete it, you can keep it for your own spank bank."

"haha good. I wasn't actually going to delete it anyway."

"lol, dick."

....

Bling. A picture of his hard cock and balls came through.

"This one?? ;P"

I was definitely jacking off today. "Tease!"

He replied, "I think we need to have a special work out session each week after our gym sessions. There are some special muscles we need to work out."

"Deal, see you Monday."

My training sessions had become something more, and I was absolutely, fucking floored about it.

[noonaduck]

SeXd (sex ed) Pt.5

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: female and male masturbation Words: 3014 + 1896 A/N: Whoop Yoongi is going to have two chapters because if I didn’t cut the part where I did it wouldn’t be so smooth. Is hell already full? EDIT: I decided to combine Yoongi’s second part into this chapter.

Summary: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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Hoseok took you on small date to the park. Despite your lesson being done for he had insisted that he should keep the promise about taking you out. You had small picnic next to small lake where ducks had habit of swimming. You goofed around and took pictures together. Your favorite picture about you and Hoseok has ended up to your phone wallpaper. Hoseok's hand was tied loosely around your waist and he pressed his lips on your cheek when you looked to the camera smiling widely on the pic.   You were looking at your screen and smiling fondly to your memories when tap on your shoulder disturbs your daydreaming. You turn around and see widely smiling Jin in front of you. You had decided to take your lunch break at nearby sandwich restaurant instead eating on theater's break room. 

''Oh hi Jin, what are you doing here?'' You ask when Jin sits with his food on free chair next to you. Jin is wearing loose white shirt with blue pants used by doctors. ''I'm going to meet Namjoon here for lunch but instead I pumped into you.'' Jin smiles happily for seeing you. ''Like usually he is running late.'' His smile turns into frown. ''That sucks.'' You take a bite from your sandwich and smile sympathetically. ''Well I'm used to it. Namjoon has been like this since high school.'' ''I didn't know that you guys have known each other for so long.'' You are surprised. Jin leans closer. ''Wanna hear a secret?''

''Sure, go ahead.'' You are excited. ''Me and Namjoon used to date on high school.'' Jin winks and pulls away. You almost choke to your bread and begging couching. ''Oh my god I'm sorry.'' Jin panics and is ready to stand up but you signal him to wait and take big gulp from your drink. ''It's okay.'' You assure clearing your throat. ''Is Jin trying to kill you?'' familiar voice comes from your behind and Namjoon stands behind you smiling widely. Whats it with  men sneaking behind you today without you noticing? Namjoon is wearing black suit-pants with matching jacket and baby blue shirt underneath it. ''I hope not.'' You answer and Namjoon pulls chair for himself. ''I'm sorry that I'm late. My meeting took longer than I first expected.'' Namjoon tells and grabs extra sandwich from Jin's tray. He peels the wrap of and bites his bread hungrily. He lets small moan and closes his eyes. ''I really needed this. So Jin what you said to Y/N to make her choke?'' ''I told about our dating history.'' Jin says innocently. ''I see.'' Namjoon smirks. ''It was long time ago and we ended up separating when our lives pulled us in different directions. Jin wanted to become a veterinarian and I left to business school into another city. I only returned here two years ago.'' ''So you guys are into women as well?'' After all they had asked you on date... ''Yep.'' They both say in unison. ''It seem to be quite common to like both genders in your group of friends.'' you think out loud. ''Well Kookie, Tae and Hobi are all straight. Me and Namjoon are bisexuals, Yoongi gets interested on someone based on their personality not their gender and Jimin accepts everything when it comes to sex. I have heard that he had dated only women though.'' Jin tells generously. ''So he has actually dated someone?'' You ask curiously. Jimin hasn't been quite open about his dating life. ''Yeah, long time ago. I think its his story to tell and not ours.'' Namjoon smiles apologetic. ''Its okay,I'll ask him about it then. Look it was really nice to see you guys but I have to go, my break is almost over.'' You tell glancing your watch.   ''Bye Y/N, it was nice to see you even if briefly. I'll ask you out soon, but right now I'm too busy with work.'' Jin tells. His words makes you excited, soon would be his turn to take you on date and perhaps give you some lessons... ''I have same problem. When I'm able to close my current business deal I will contact you.'' Namjoon sighs in defeat. He looks really tired because his work. ''There is no need to rush. I will look forward our dates.''

You feel like a rock when you fall on your bed. You had late night sift and you had to keep fake smile on your face while selling tickets. You are ready to doze of when your phone beeps. You had forgotten to mute your phone and curse yourself. You reach for your phone with deep sigh ready to turn it off when a notification catches your interest trough your tired state. You open the screen and message from Yoongi pops up to your screen. Yoongi: If you are interested what my streams are about I'm going live in five. sugapop.live.com  

your curiosity takes best of you like always and you open the link. You have entered into chatroom with plank video player above the chat box. Popup window demands you to make an account or log in to website so you can proceed. You click the registration button and make and account with username sex3dstudent. You chuckle for your own lame joke when the blank screen changes and Yoongi appears on the screen. He is wearing white loose shirt, which is slightly see trough, with black tight boxers alongside black choker on his elegant neck. Yoongi is sitting on wide bed with blood red satin sheets and behind him is window with same colored curtains covering the window. The camera focus is on the bed and you can't see the other parts of the room. The chat goes wild when Yoongi appears. h0eforsuga: *Suga looks extremely good like always.* manwhore3: *I wish I could lick his body :P* sugamonster: *gimme some suga, my sweet tooth is itching.* Soon the first three comments are buried under the thirsty messages which turns even more hornier as time goes by. You blush when you are reading them and decide focus on Yoongi instead. Like on cue Yoongi grins slyly when your eyes are focused on his figure. ''It seems that I have been missed. Have you guys been good?'' His voice is low coming trough your speakers. Choir of yes answers fulls the chat and Yoongi's smirk grows wider when he reads the replays. You have a hunch now what kind on content Yoongi is making and you can't wait to see more. Yoongi's hands goes for his shirts highest button and his fingers lingers above it. ''You must been surprised for today's free show, but It's special gift for someone. You are curious for who? Well of course for my master.'' Yoongi winks. ''What you would want me to do today master?'' He tilts his head innocently and you are caught of guard. You never thought that Yoongi is on submissive side. Yoongi reads again the answers on the screen. ''So you want kitten come to play is that it?'' Yoongi bites his lip seductively. ''Then you have him.'' Yoongi reaches out of the screen and soon returns with pair of fluffy white kitten ears top of his head and holding something in his hands which is dangerously similar to butt plug attached to fluffy tail.  Your breathing hitches and you are turning hot despite the fact that you are only wearing loose shirt with pair of panties. You look with lustful eyes when Yoongi finally begins to open his buttons slowly one at the time. His pale skin comes more visible along the every button he opens. When the final button is opened the shirt falls of his shoulders. Yoongi's body is slim but not without any muscles. All his body hair is shaved of and there is only bare soft skin visible. ''Master I have been good boy, can I take my boxers of? I'm turning so hard when I think of you'' Yoongi's innocent but lustful eyes makes you feel that his desires are only focused on you, his stare pierces you trough the camera. ''Ah why not? You want me to play with my nipples first?'' Yoongi seems to follow always the most popular demands or the comments which are voted the highest. On the site are two small chat boxes, first one is the live chat ,which is  going wild, and second smaller one next to the video player where you can see the most popular messages. Yoongi puts his fingers on his mouth and licks each of them carefully keeping eye contact with the camera. He slides his fingers slowly along his neck until they reach his left nipple which he pinches between his fingers. small mewl leaves his soft lips and you gasp. He looks extremely delicious. ''Mmh, master you make me feel so good.'' Yoongi whines and closes his eyes.  He rolls his nipple between his thump and index finger and repeats the whole process with his right nipple. Yoongi opens his eyes again slowly and slides his hand along his body right above his boxers. ''Can I touch myself now?'' Yoongi smiles happily for permission he has gained and his hand disappears into his pants. You have had enough. You close the tab quickly while heat climbs on your face. You feel too hot and bothered and have no way to relief it. Sure you could try to masturbating but you didn't know exactly how. If you would have kept looking Yoongi you were sure that your situation would turn even worse. You shake your head trying to clear your mind. Your tiredness is long gone and you decide to head for cold shower. ~ You are grateful that its your day of when you wake up from your slumber. You were barely able to get any rest because every time you closed your eyes image of half naked Yoongi arching his back attacked your poor soul with full force. You slouch to your kitchen and open your fridge but you are greeted only with the fridge's light. You have forgotten to go food shopping, again. You sigh in defeat and close the fridge with slam. Its time to you go to eat breakfast out. When you head back to your sleeping area an idea pops to your head and you reach for your phone. Yoongi answers after few beeps. Yoongi: ''Hi Y/N, missing me already?'' Yoongi's voice is raspy from sleep, you probably woke him up or at least he haven't been awake for long. You: ''After the show you pulled last night you bet.'' Yoongi: Ah, so you were watching. I hope that I didn't shock your little innocent mind.'' Small chuckle leaves from his lips. You: '' To be honest I wasn't able to watch it till the end. Your stream got too...intense.'' Yoongi: ''Hmm, I see. So why did you call me so early this morning?'' You:   ''I was wondering that would you like to go eat breakfast with me?'' Yoongi: ''Sounds fun, sure. Where do you wanna go?'' You: ''Actually I was hoping that you have some ideas.'' Yoongi: ''Okay, in that case I have a great idea. I text you the address. How about we meet there hour from now?'' You: ''Sounds good. See you then.'' Yoongi: '' Bye, see you soon.'' Yoongi hangs up the call and jolt into action. You are truly grateful for yourself that you don't have to hurry for wash up because your late cold shower yesterday. You open your closet and begin to go rapidly trough your clothes. After thinking for little while you end up with brown checkered dress with white undershirt, black knee length socks and pair of black ballerina shoes. You only add slightly mascara and light lip gloss and put your hair on loose braid. You put your essentials on your small back bag familiar from Taehyung's date and head out. When you arrive to the address which Yoongi has given to you he is already sitting on the furthest corner booth which he has been able to find from small restaurant. There is quite lot people despite the early hour, so you assume that the place is quite popular. The restaurant is small with cozy feeling. The walls are painted in half with soft orange and the other half is covered with dark wooden panels. You sit opposite of Yoongi which is leaning on the wall his eyes closed. grey beanie is pulled over his messy black hair and he is wearing loose black hoodie with blue sweatpants. ''Hi.'' You greet Yoongi and he grunts in response. ''Didn't you sleep well?'' You are starting to feel that early breakfast wasn't the best idea with Yoongi. Yoongi must hear your uncertainty from your voice because he opens his eyes slowly. ''I'm not used to get up this early, I slept just fine.''  Yoongi yawns and rubs his eyes. A waitress comes to your table wearing white apron over her clothes. The woman is on her late fifties, her face covered with too much make up and her brown hair has definitely too much hair spray. She chews gum in her mouth loudly when she pulls notebook and pen from her pocket. ''Good morning Yoongi, am I finally seeing your girlfriend?'' The waitress asks and smiles widely so her teeth is showing. ''Morning Dora, no this is Y/N my friend.'' Yoongi chuckles softly and you blush slightly. ''Then what the hell is wrong with you? She is pretty lady isn't she?'' Dora asks and makes  fake gesture almost smacking Yoongi's head with her notebook. Those two seems pretty close. ''Tell me Y/N what you think about our Yoongi here, isn't he the most sweetest?'' ''Yeah,he is sweet like a suga.'' You giggle to yourself and Yoongi sends warning glare towards you. ''He is indeed, anyway what I can get to you darlings?'' Dora changes the subject and clicks her pen ready to take your orders. ''Actually we didn't look the menu yet.'' Yoongi tells and Dora sighs. ''You take the same thing anyway, a coffee, black no sugar, huge omelette paired with two slices of toast and glass of water. Am I right?''  Dora lists with her fingers. ''Well you are right, but Y/N is here for the first time.'' ''May I recommend something for you sweetie?'' Dora asks for you and you nod. ''Try our chocolate chip pancakes paired with orange juice and if you are friend of coffee our coffee is famous for its rich aroma.'' ''Well everything else sounds good, but I don't drink coffee.'' You are quick to agree. ''Let's go wit these then. I will be back shortly with your food.'' Dora tells and hurries towards kitchen. ''You seem to come here quite often.'' You point when Dora is away. ''Yeah, I live on the third floor of the building.'' Yoongi shrugs. ''Quite handy.'' You admit. ''It is.'' Yoongi agrees. ''So, about my show yesterday, did you like it?'' ''You are going straight to the point.'' You are jealous how easily Yoongi speaks about sex related stuff, maybe you would too if you would expose your body to strangers for living. ''To be honest I didn't think you are submissive.'' You tell your thoughts. ''I can be very dominant if I want to.'' Yoongi whispers leaning closer in way that his lips almost brushes yours. You feel how you turn bright like tomato and Yoongi chuckles pulling away. ''To be honest I have tried that dominant stuff on camera, but it wasn't as popular as me playing sweet and innocent. People enjoy the contrast of me looking like mean bastard but acting like innocent lamb.'' Yoongi continues with low voice. ''I-I see.'' Is all that you can answer. What Yoongi told explains a lot to you. You have always felt the need to not make him mad when you are around him. ''I heard that Jimin's play is premiering on next Saturday.'' Yoongi has mercy on you and changes the subject. ''Yeah, I'm excited for it. i have seen bits and pieces from here and there but I haven't bee able to see it as whole.'' You tell smiling widely when you think about how much you are looking forward to your friend's debut on stage. Dora arrives with your food and you are amazed how she is able to carry both of your order all at once. ''Enjoy your food.'' She winks to both of you and sweeps to serve other customers. You are barely able to say your thank yous when she is gone. You take small bite from your pancake and moan. It's so sweet and delicious that you regret that you haven't tasted it before. Yoongi glances you with unreadable expression when he takes a sip from his coffee. You eat in comfortable silence and neither of you feel the need full the space with meaningless chitchat. When you are ready Yoongi insist on paying the bill and you have no other choice than obey when he slips the bill to Dora alongside her tip. Yoongi takes your hand and lead you outside of the restaurant. Even tough his fingers are slender his hold is firm. Yoongi rounds the building and arrives to front door which leads to residential floors of the building. Suddenly he halts and you look him curiously. ''Shit, I forgot to ask you that do you wanna even come up. I was just going to drag you to my place.'' Yoongi chuckles awkwardly and lets go of your hand. ''Well I'm following you , aren't I?'' You tease and Yoongi sighs in relief. ''So you coming?'' ''Of course, I wanna see where the all mighty Min Yoongi lives.'' You tell and Yoongi rolls his eyes to your words. ~   Yoongi lives in large apartment with four rooms. You have good view to his apartment from his entrance. Hallway straight from the entrance leads to his living room and alongside of the hallway is two closed doors and one open doorway leading to his kitchen. The hallways walls are plain white without any decorations, but what you can except from a man who lives alone. You follow Yoongi to his living room where TV in front of window and old looking leather couch heading towards it. Next to living room window is a door which leads into small balcony. ''So you enjoy minimalist style?'' You try to joke. ''Hahaa, no. I'm not good with decorating.'' Yoongi admits rubbing his neck. Yoongi sits on the couch and you follow sitting on the free spot next to him. ''Soo what now?'' You ask when Yoongi keeps staring the black screen.

''I'm trying to think.'' ''Think about what?'' ''How to start our lesson smoothly.'' Suddenly Yoongi grins wickedly and turns sideways towards you. ''Our lesson?'' You are taken by surprise. ''Yes, are you sure you can handle me kitten?'' Big gulp leaves from your throat when you nod. Yoongi gets up from the couch and offers his hand. ~ Yoongi leads you into his bedroom and pushes you gently to his bed. You aren't in the same room where Yoongi's camshow has taken place, instead you were in bedroom with lime colored walls. This room was more decorated than all the rooms combined where you have been before in his home. Yoongi's bed frame was made of painted black wood and his bed sheets were plainly white. On the floor was round black carpet and on the bedroom walls was tons of posters about bands and people that you have never even heard of before. Your mind mapping of the room is disturbed when Yoongi sits next to you on the bed. Somehow you have missed when he had taken his hoodie of and he is only wearing white loose top and his sweatpants.  Yoongi begins to pet your hair softly. ''Have you ever been naked in front of anyone before?'' Yoongi asks suddenly and you tense under his gentle touch. Surely you knew that you had to be naked for sex but it was a part you didn't wait with excitement. ''No.'' Comes your tense answer. ''Would you be willing to get naked in front of me?'' Yoongi doesn't stop his petting on your hair. ''Well... Only if you do the same.'' You agree after little bit hesitation. ''Sure I don't mind. After all I get naked in front of camera daily.'' Yoongi chuckles lightly. ''What's with that anyway, I mean why you want to have sex in front of camera?'' You ask curiously and get on sitting position. Yoongi stops the petting and looks into your eyes. ''When I was younger I was super uncomfortable with my body. I thought I wasn't good enough, I don't gain weight easily and all over media men are bumped up hunks and that surely didn't help me.  To say it bluntly I was one day watching porn and I ended up on live sex site. I was amazed how confident the actresses and actors looked and behaved on camera. They felt no shame over themselfs and there was everything for everyone. I returned to that site over and over again, sometimes I didn't even jerk of for the material I just enjoyed watching their confidence. I become regular viewer of camshow by guy named Mark. I was surely surprised when I found out he lives in the same town than I do. I collected all the courage what I had and send him private message. We met face to face and we talked a lot. Even that was surprising to me that Mark was quiet and calm, which was far form his camera persona. Anyway... My first live shows was with Mark until I was brave enough to do it on my own. '' Yoongi speaks more than ever since you have know him by one sitting. ''Wow.'' Is only thing you can get out of your mouth. ''I'm not saying that you should start have sex in front of camera, but you never get confidence about your body If you just hide under all those clothes.'' Yoongi smiles softly. You know that he is right, of course he is. ''Okay.'' You take a deep breath and reach for the hem of your dress. You pull it of and are left in front of Yoongi only wearing your undershirt, panties and knee length socks. You feel extremely shy and try avoiding Yoongi's gaze. ''Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of.'' Yoongi tells and pulls your shin up with his index finger. Nothing but pure sincerity shines trough his eyes. Yoongi lets go of your shin and pulls his top of. ''It's only fair that I'm half naked as well.'' Yoongi offers you crooked smile. ''Are you willing to take that shirt of?'' Yoongi ads this time gently. You hesitate only little when you pull your undershirt of as well. Your bright red bra doesn't match with your black bra but Yoongi doesn't seem to mind. Yoongi takes your hands on your sides and put them on your breasts. You look him surprised. ''What are you doing?'' ''Today's lesson is about touching yourself.'' Yoongi smirks. Yoongi's mood seems to change today from zero to hundred in seconds. ''I bet that you didn't touch yourself while watching me.'' His voice is getting lower and huskier. ''I wish you did.'' He sighs. You feel blush reaching your cheeks and look your hands on your breasts with wonder. '' I wanted to.'' You admit shyly. ''Good. First I want you to squeeze your breasts gently, just feel them.'' Yoongi demands and you follow his instructions. Sure you have touched your breasts before but never when someone else is watching. The idea being watched turns you slightly  on. The feeling is familiar form your's and Taehyung's date. ''Swipe your nipples gently over your bra.'' Yoongi adds and you brush your nipples slightly. Slightly ticklish sensation follows the action.  ''Can you do the same without your bra?'' Yoongi asks gently. ''O-okay.'' You reach for the clip behind your bra and slide it of from your shoulders. As soon as cold air hits your bare mounds you cover yourself. ''I feel so ugly.'' ''Hey, I'm taking none of that shit. Y/N you are fucking beautiful.'' Yoongi frowns and  puts his hands on your wrists and tug them gently. You take deep breath and let him pull your hands away. ''So pretty.'' Yoongi swipes your right nipple gently while admiring your body. His hands leave you too soon and you look him unhappily. ''This is about you learning to touch your body and enjoying yourself, not me doing it for you. At least this time.'' Yoongi winks and you feel butterflies going wild in your stomach. This time?   Yoongi coughs and tries to regain his composure. ''Put you hands back to your breasts again.'' Yoongi tells and you obey him with little more confidence after his compliment. ''Squeeze your breasts and swipe your nipples again, after that take your nipples between your thump and index fingers and pinch them gently.'' You do what you have been told and you feel how your nipples turn more erected and how heat begins to pool in your belly. Yoongi's eyes darken when he follows your actions. ''Put your thump and index finger in your mouth and swipe your tongue around them. Good, shit, then suck them and roll your nipple with your wet fingers.'' Small mewl leaves your mouth when you follow Yoongi's directions. ''Now repeat with other hand and breast.'' You make the mistake of looking up Yoongi and your actions halt. He seems to be as much affected as you even though no one is touching him. His hands are squeezed in tight fists so his knuckles shine trough his pale skin. His gaze is darker and he is biting his lower lip lustfully. The most oblivious sing of his arousal is his hardening dick in his pants. ''I didn't tell you to stop kitten.'' Yoongi chuckles darkly. ''or perhaps you are ready to go little bit more South, is that it?'' Yoongi's smirk makes him look like a cat who is enjoying it's prey. Yoongi takes your hand and leads it to rim of your panties where is clearly visible wet spot. ''It seems you do.'' Yoongi says when he notices the wetness in your underwear. ''Hold still.'' Yoongi commands and reaches his nightstand's drawer. He pulls out tube of lube. He waves it front of you and smirks for your awkwardness. ''Even tough you are getting wet I wan't to make sure that this isn't going to be painful to you.'' Quick gentle smile visits his face but lustful look replaces it quickly. Your other hand is still between your crotch and your other hand is supporting you on the bed. ''Are you ready to take those panties of?''   ''I have came this far, it would be a shame give up at this point.'' You admit and reach for your pantyline. Despite your confident words your hand is shaking. Before you can regret it you push your hips slightly up and remove your underwear. Only piece of clothing remaining on you is your socks. ''Fuck. You are so hot, your pretty pussy is already glistering.'' Yoongi gets up from the bed and pulls his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard dick pops up in view and you swallow. You don't know how someone as beautiful as Yoongi has been able to feel uncomfortable about his body, but that's how feelings works. Yoongi sits back next to you and pushes your back against the bedpost. ''Spear those legs for me, will ya? Remember how you pinched and rolled your nipples, this time we do the same to your clit.'' Yoongi guides your hand between your legs. You roll your fingers slowly around your sensitive nub and your breathing turns irrational.  Yoongi watches little while while you work your clit until he interrupts you. ''Give me your hand.'' You obey and Yoongi  pours lube on your fingers. ''Now slowly insert your finger inside of your hole and pull and push it slowly inside and out.'' You have never fingered yourself and the feeling of your own index finger entering your heat feels shameful and extremely good at the same time. Surely you were wet already but you were grateful for the lube which warmed fast on your fingers. ''If you are comfortable enough you can.''  Yoongi gulps. ''You can add second finger.'' So you do. Even though the stretch is wider this time you get used to it after while thanks to Taehyung's skilled fingers ,which visited your heat when you visited Aquarium. You feel the familiar knot tightening but still you aren't quite there yet. ''Yoongi, I need something more.'' You admit between gasps of breath. ''Fuck it. I have changed my mid, I'll help ya.'' Yoongi curses and puts his thump on your clit adding pressure to it. With the help of Yoongi's action and visual stimulation, which is Yoongi's fucked out face and naked body, you feel yourself falling apart. If you weren't leaning on the bedpost you would have collapsed on the bed legs shaking. When you come back your high your eyes, which went closed during your climax, opens slowly.  Your eyes turn wide when you see Yoongi jerking himself of next to you. His eyes are tightly shut and he is bumping his shaft which is coated with lube. The slick sound which is leaving from his jerking of makes you heated despite the fact you just came. Yoongi grunts loudly when he finally comes his hips slightly rising of the mattress. Spurs of seed coats his hand when he finally opens his eyes panting heavily. It takes only little for Yoongi to recover when he gives you his familiar gummy smile. 

You are panting on your bed recovering from your high. You had bee watching Yoongi's live show and you were finally able to watch it till the end because now you knew how to relive yourself. You would have never thought that pleasuring yourself could feel this good. Your phone dings next to you on your bed and you roll over reaching for it. You are still shaking slightly from after waves. *Dear L/N Y/N, Your shipment has arrived to package vending machine on address ***********. You are able to receive it by code 123435fx2.* You grin widely, your new vibrator has arrived.

[stupidheadwithablog]

Robin Hood Chapter One

The area around my left eye was sore and it was starting to swell shut thanks to me getting punched there. I’d just beaten the crap out of some guy a year older than I am in the local library who thought it was a good idea to called me a selfish bitch simply because he somehow managed to found out that I’m still a virgin. Okay, technically it was my own fault that he’d found that out, but it’s not my fault his dumb self didn’t know the correct meaning of what a virgin is! Not only that, once I told him what it meant he said that it should be illegal for females over fourteen to be one! What the fuck!?!

Anyways, I’m sixteen, so I’m not even worried about still being a virgin. No one my age should, in my opinion. I told him that too, and that jerk said how his own father taught him how females are only good for being in the bed or in the kitchen.

I kind of feel bad for him, being brainwashed to believe those majorly outdated ideas by his own father. I feel bad for his mom too, if she’s still even with his father. I sure hope she isn’t still with a jerk like that.

It made me megapissed when he tried to force himself on me after insulting me for my opinions, so the way I see it is that I had no other choice but to beat him up for trying that shit on me.

I’d gotten banned from the library for a month while he’d gotten kicked out for life. It sucks for him since I’d seen him in there a bunch, but he really should have know better than to try something like that in a public area.

It would have been a lifetime for the both of us, but thankfully for me, my brother had the smart idea to record the whole fight on his phone. It was proof that I didn’t start it and was only fighting back as self defense, seeing as how I didn’t start fighting until after he’d pressed his lips on mine. I feel gross thinking about it. I thank whatever powerful force out there that’s keeping this planet together for planting the idea of phones having cameras into someone’s head.

The lower part of my left arm is a bit sore along with my eye, and there was a hand mark there thanks to him grabbing my arm there really tight when he’d forced his mouth on mine. My knee is sore too from when I’d kneed him in the privates after he forced me to kiss him and my knuckles are pretty sore and two of them on each hand are starting to bleed from all the times I’d punched him. I’d definitely need some icepacks and bandages once I got back to my foster home.

“Robin, you’re not hurt too bad, are you?” My brother asked, ever the worrier he is.

“He managed to get a few good hits in, but nothing bad enough that I’d need to see a doctor, so you don’t need to worry about me.” I told him, pulling my hair out of my face and back into a wolf tail with one of the hair ties I tend to keep on my wrist.

It would have been a ponytail, except for the fact that I shaved the hair off of the back and sides of my head almost a week ago, leaving my red hair only on the top of my head, reaching just below my shoulders.

“Do you want to get it iced?”

“Not right now. Can I have her back now?” I asked my brother, gesturing to my beat up black and dark green backpack.

“Here you go.” He said, carefully passing the bag over to me. Opening it up, I looked at the tiny black and white dog that, at this point, was more gray than anything.

“You’re a good girl, you know that? You stayed quiet the whole time we were in the library!” I told her, playfully moving her ears around for a bit before scratching her behind them. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a zip lock bag that I used to keep dog treats for her. I let out a sigh when I saw that there was only a few left. That wouldn’t last very long with how much the tiny dog tended to eat.

“This is one of the last few, but you deserve it.” I said, handing her the treat that looked like a tiny hotdog in a hotdog bun.

My brother Jonathan and I have lived in foster care ever since our parents died when we were little. I’m the older one out of the two of us. With the two of us constantly being passed around from one foster home to another, the two of us quickly realized that the only ones we could rely on always being there no matter what were each other.

Then there’s my dog, Ellie. She’s a mix of multiple breeds of dogs and the only one I’m able to recognize is Papillion thanks to those butterfly ears of hers that look like they’re flapping every time she jumps or I go to toss her on my bed.

My mom gave her to me as my fifth birthday present when she was already two years old. She’s thirteen now, which saddens me whenever I think about it because I had to take her to the vet a few months ago to get her shots updated and they said that they only expect her to only live at least one more year, two if we’re lucky.

“Hey, since it’s nice out and we’re not really expected back for a couple more hours, how would you feel if we were to go to that pizzeria down the street?” I asked my brother, walking backwards after jumping in front of his path so I could face him while talking. If there was a car driving on any of the roads we had to walk across, he would let me know.

“The pizza there is super greasy and expensive. Also, you didn’t have any money last time I checked.” He said, stopping at a street corner. If we walked straight according to the direction he was facing it would eventually lead us back to the foster house we were staying at. However, if we went left, according to the direction I’m facing, right according to the direction he was facing, it would quickly take us to the pizzeria.

“Hey, I actually like greasy pizza! Besides, you and I both know that there’s barely anything in the kitchen back home and I’m hungry. Also, what makes you think I don’t have any money?” I asked him, holding up the two fifty dollar bills I managed to slip out of the jerk’s pockets during the fight. When I referred to the foster home as home, I didn’t mean it. It was a fact I didn’t have to say out loud because of him being fully aware of that. After all, he felt the same way about that place. “You know what? If it makes you feel any better, I’ll ask the workers there if I can have some ice to put on my eye. Does that make you feel any better?”

“You and your sticky fingers.” Jonathan said laughing, turning towards his right.

“Crappy pizza, here we come!” I said, laughing as well.

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“Wait, so he took the sister instead?” I heard a familiar voice say, walking into the pizzeria. I tried to ignore what he said and instead, I tore off a piece of crust from the first slice of pizza I had so I could feed it to my tiny mix breed dog that I had managed to smuggle into the pizza shop by keeping her in my backpack. I twirled my finger in the air around her muzzle before poking her on the nose when she gave me a look that I recognized as her wanting more.

“Yep. Apparently she wasn’t as attractive, but she made sure to make it up to him, if you know what I mean.” I heard a second familiar voice say. I was unable to place a face with the voices, so I found myself turning around to figure out who they were.

“Oh, dear god.” I said, pulling the hood from my jacket up while turning back around.

“Rob, what is it?” My brother said around the mouthful of his pepperoni pizza.

“You see the two boys that just walked in? The blonde is the one that kicked me out of the seat and told me to go jump off a bridge because no one likes me after I had a super crappy day at school, and the brunette is the one that started to spread rumors around the school that I’m his baby mama and sell myself super cheep.” I told him, trying to stretch my hood further over my face.

“They’re the ones that did that to you? They can’t do that to you and get away with it. I’m going to go beat them up.” Jonathan said, placing down his pizza before attempting to slide out of the booth we were sitting in.

“Don’t you dare, Little John. You don’t even come close to swinging a proper punch and I’m not about to risk both of us getting kicked out of a building in the same day.” I said, moving my leg so it blocked him from sliding out any further by placing my foot against the back of the bench he was sitting on.

Little John was originally our parents nickname for him thanks to him being named after our father. With both of them gone, I try to use it whenever I see the chance. Most of the time, that’s times like this when I need him to calm down.

“Thank you. Now just finish your pizza and root beer so we can get out of here.” I said, placing my foot back on the floor and taking a bite out of my mushroom and chicken pizza when he slid back to his seat. “Chances are that they might not even notice me anyway. Hardly anyone ever pays attention to me anyway, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that. Doesn’t mean I think it’s right. You’re one of the most caring people I know. People should be able to realize that you exist.”

“Hey, I’m notas nice as you like to make me out to be. If I don’t like someone, I like to make sure they know it and I get into fights a lot because of that.” I told him, acting like he’d managed to insult me.

“I said that you’re caring, meaning that you tend to help people out whenever you can, even if they’re not fully on your good side. Like when you were in fifth grade and ran to get the school nurse when Lillian Merlin fell off the swings and landed on her arm even though she liked to trip you every time you walked past her.”

“Boy, she didn’t just fall off the swings and land on her arm! She flew at least ten feet away from the swing set and ended slamming her arm on the ground so hard that it ended up breaking!” I said, reaching for my large cup of sweet ice tea with the intentions of taking a huge gulp.

“Hey Tom, look who’s here!” I heard the blond boy, David say.

“Please tell me they’re not looking in our direction.” I whispered to my brother.

“Sorry. They’re walking our way right now.” He whispered back.

“Screw my luck. Don’t you dare try to step in.” I said, turning to sit so my legs were outside of the booth, getting ready to stand up.

“Hey, lesbo, who’s your girlfriend?” I heard Thomas, the brunette say, actually insulting my brother.

“Well look who it is, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.” I said, reaching behind me to make sure I was able to reach my cup of iced tea in case I felt the need to splash it on them as I stood up. “For the record you two, that’s not my girlfriend. He’s my brother.”

“What did you just call us?” Thomas, the brunette said.

“Well, I was originally going to call you two Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, after the two characters from Alice in Wonderland. You know, those two fat twins that fought each other over stuff of theirs that would go missing? You probably don’t since it doesn’t look like the two of you have willingly read a book in your life.” I said, feeling proud at the insulted looks on their faces. That’s exactly what I wanted.

“Then I decided against it, seeing how it would be an insult to two of the characters of my favorite books since they somehow still manage to seem smarter than you. Then I decided that I could call you two Dumb and Dumber instead, after the two main characters in those two movies that came out in the nineteen hundreds, but then I decided against that too since it would be an insult to those two hilarious movies. So instead, I just decided to just mix the two ideas together.” I told them, smirking when I saw Thomas clench his fingers into fists.

“Hey, don’t you two boys start! You’re lucky I let the two of you come back here at all after breaking two tables during the last fight you two had in here!” We heard the owner call out from behind the counter as Thomas reached up to punch me in my already swollen eye.

“By now!” I called after them as they walked out the pizzeria, warning me how they were planning on getting me the next chance they get. The thing that worried me was how they were staring at my bag. I really hope they didn’t notice Ellie. And if they had, I really hoped that they weren’t planning on doing anything to her.

“Dang. That was bold of you to say that to them!” Jonathan said as I sat down.

“Yeah well, when I told you two days ago that I was done taking crap from anyone, I meant it. Now hurry up and finish your food. It’s going to get dark soon and you know how he always wants us all back before the streetlights start turning on.” I said, stuffing the rest of my pizza into my mouth, making sure to save the crust for Ellie, before moving to finish off the rest of my half of the small plate of spaghetti the two of us decided to split. The ‘he’ was referring to our foster father who is a controlling jerk while the ‘us’ was referring to me, my brother, and the other foster kids the jerk was supposed to take care of.

“Crap, you’re right!” He said, stuffing his face as well after checking the time on his phone.

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“Johnny, hurry up. The street lights are starting to turn on!” I yelled back to my brother who was a few feet behind me. “Seriously. How are you that much slower than me? I’m running with Ellie in my arms and yet you’re pretty far behind me!”

“Yeah well do you think you could slow down a bit? You know I’ve never been as fast as you!” He said back to me as I was adjusting Ellie in my jacket while running. After the first couple of months of carrying her around like I do, I noticed how it was safer if I had her tucked into my jacket while it was zipped up and held her still in it than if I were to just have her wrapped up in my arms. Less chance of her falling out of my arms that way with the way I tend to run.

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to get in trouble again! I know you’re fully aware of what happened last time I got in trouble with him!” I called back to him, stopping at the next street corner so I could wait for him to catch up with me.

I reallyreallydidn’t want to get in trouble with our foster father again. The last time I missed the sunset curfew was during the school’s spring break. He’d ended up locking me up in my room until school the break was over with no food, water, or bathroom privileges. He could easily do that too, since my bedroom door handle locks from the hallway and there’s no way to lock or unlock the handle from inside the bedroom. I couldn’t see myself surviving that week if it weren’t for the fact that my brother had been willing to get in trouble himself in order to sneak in sandwiches to me via my bedroom window. Our foster father is also the reason why I have a tendency to carry my little mutt with me everywhere I go. I don’t think I would be able to take it very well if anything were to happened to her.

“Jay look, something’s going on.” I said, noticing some red and blue flashing lights coming from what looked like our street. Noticing that we stopped, Ellie popped her head out of the opening of my jacket and started barking at the police lights. She knew that for me and my brother, police lights meant nothing but bad news, so she tended to not be a fan of them because of that. I was just glad that they didn’t have their sirens on, with how they tend to hurt Ellie’s ears.

“Hush, Ells.” I said, handing her a small piece of pizza crust from the zip lock bag full of crust pieces I had in one of my jacket pockets. Thankfully, she accepted the food and stopped barking. The little glutton will do whatever I want as long as I give her a bit of food after telling her what I want her to do. Unless it’s tricks. I never did manage to teach her any.

“Sir, you’re under arrest for neglecting to take care of minors placed under your care. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law.” At that, me and my brother took one look at each other before taking off towards the lights, hoping that the police would be reading the rights to the person we hoped they were.

It was exactly who we thought it was. Our foster father. Looks like we would be moving to another home, again. At this point, I’d completely lost count of how many different places we’ve been moved to.

With my arms getting tired from how long I’d been carrying her, I quickly but carefully placed Ellie back into my backpack.

“Miss, my brother and I are two of the foster kids he was put in charge of. Is it okay if we go inside to grab our stuff real quick?” I asked one of the female cops.

“We have the names of the foster kids he should have been taking care of. Just tell me you and your brother’s names and if I see them, you can go in.” She said.

“Robin Marie Woodson and Jonathan Daniel Woodson.” I heard my brother say from behind me. This is the fifth time we’ve seen a situation like this with all the different foster homes we’ve been placed in.

“Jonathan, you can go in. I just need to ask your sister something real quick.” She said after finding our names.

“It says here that you have a dog, yet we didn’t see any dog when we went inside. Do you know why that is?”

“Yes I do mam. She was almost killed by the foster parents me and my brother got stuck with in our first home, so I’ve been carrying her around with me everywhere I go ever since. The day they almost killed her was also the same day they hospitalized my brother. He was seven at the time and I was the one to call the cops on them. Chances are that you might be able to find that I’ve been the one to call the cops on multiple foster homes we’ve gotten stuck in and that with almost every time, you blues have found what I’ve said to be true. The other times were the times the fosters managed to hide whatever it was I was reporting.” I told her, I was trying to be polite to her, but that didn’t stop a rude tone from entering my voice near the end.

“Now if you don’t have any more questions, I better go pack my stuff.” I said walking away.

‘I wasn’t the one to report him this time, so who did?’ I thought, walking towards what’s now no longer my room. ‘Probably doesn’t really matter.’

Once I got to the room, I closed the door and placed down my backpack and placed it down with the zipper open so Ellie could walk around the room while I was packing. After making sure she managed to get out by herself, I walked over to my closet and pulled out the duffle bag I had shoved on the top shelf and tossed onto my bed, which was really just a pillow and a torn, falling apart blanket on top of an even more beat up mattress.

Hearing the mostly empty bag slam onto the bed, Ellie jumped out of fright and turned in the direction she heard the noise come from. I laughed when her ears managed to perk up even more than they already were after spotting the duffle bag as she ran over and started rubbing her sides all over the bag before wiggling all over the bed and floor. I knew from watching how she behaves over the years that her doing that meant she hated it here and was glad that we were leaving. I was glad I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

I heard someone walking towards the bedroom door as I finally managed to start pulling my clothes off some of the hangers.

“Need some help?” I heard my brother ask, opening the door. It was sort of a tradition we had where if one of us were to finish packing first we would always go and help the other finish packing after.

“Are you kidding me? I just started getting my clothes out. Of course I need help!” I said as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

“You were getting distracted by Ellie again, weren’t you?” He asked, taking some of the clothes out of my arms.

“Maaaybe.” I said, slightly embarrassed. He just laughed as he started to help me put my clothes away. Like it when I’m able to get him laughing by even the smallest, dumbest things I do. It helps me remember that no matter how crappy our situation might become in the next house, or how bad it might have seemed in the previous places, that it’s always possible for us to find ways to be happy.

~~~~~

“This is the last house I could find in the area that was willing to take in both you two and the dog. You two mess this up and I’ll either end up having to separate you two from each other or finding that little Ellie of yours a new home.” Our social worker, Jasmine Agreste said. She’d been working with us since the beginning.

“We understand, Mrs. A.” I said. I knew for a fact that she was married and had a daughter a few years younger than me from the time me and Jonathan ended up staying in her house for a few months thanks to there being no homes at all available at the time. I was actually on sort of friendly terms with her daughter, who on one occasion admitted that she sees me like an older sister.

I don’t know how I feel about her or her mom though. It’s been hard for me to trust people other than my brother. I guess I could consider us friends.

“So, what could you tell us about the person we’re staying with this time?” Jonathan asked.

“She had biological kids of her own, a son and daughter, who both ended up moving out a few months ago. She had apparently grown up in foster care herself. She just recently got approved, so the two of you are going to be the first kids she takes in.”

“Well this should be interesting.” Me and Jonathan said at the same time.

~~~~~

The house the lady lived in looked to me almost like a more welcoming version of the house the Addams Family owned in the black and white TV show. It was only a couple of miles away from the place we were now leaving, so we would still be able to go to the same schools once they opened back up once summer break was over.

“Evelyn Blanchard? These are Robin and Jonathan Woodson, the two siblings you agreed to take in.” I heard Jasmine say to some lady with graying brown hair that answered the door.

“Well in that case, welcome you two. Now, come on in you three!” I heard Evelyn, the lady that was apparently mine and Jonathan’s new foster parent say. We may be sixteen and fourteen, but that didn’t stop Jonathan from grabbing ahold of my hand with how nervous he was. Normally from what we’ve seen, if someone acts super cheery like she currently is when we first arrive then chances are that they’re hiding their real self.

“I give it a week.” I whispered into his ear, stating how long I thought it would be until she quit her act.

“I say two.”

“Now, Robin. I heard you have a dog?” Evelyn asked, heading for the direction I guessed might have been the kitchen.

“That’s correct.” I said, refusing to move from near the front door. It looked as if the whole place had been cleaned recently. I was well aware of how the bottom of my boots were covered in mud and possibly even some animal crap. I didn’t want to risk angering her if I accidentally got it all over her carpet and I didn’t feel comfortable enough to take my shoes off either. Looking over at Jonathan out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that he had the same idea with how he kept looking around nervously. It may have looked similar to the Addams Family’s house on the outside, but it looked almost nothing like it on the inside.

“Where is it?” She asked, sounding actually curious.

“She’s in my backpack. I rarely ever let her leave my side.” I said, hoping that she would be able to hear just how protective I am over Ellie.

“You can let her out of there if you’d like.” She said, coming out of the kitchen with a plate full of sandwiches that she’d placed on the coffee table before sitting on one of the two couches. I knew that Ellie wouldn’t go anywhere if it meant me being out of her site and there’s no way her paws should be dirty enough to track around any dirt, so I carefully placed my bag down onto the floor and lifted her out. To the surprise of both me and my brother, Ellie walked right over to Evelyn and didn’t growl or try to bite her ankles.

“Aww. She’s so sweet!” Evelyn said as Ellie kissed her hands a couple times before laying under the coffee table and going to sleep. Jonathan, noticing this, let go of my hand.

‘If Ellie trusted her then I guess I could learn to trust her too.’ I thought.

“Is it okay if I go grab our stuff out of the car?” I asked.

“Well, since you’r going to be staying here, I don’t see why not. Would you like any help?” Evelyn said.

“There’s not that much, my brother’s all the help I need.” I said, heading out the door. I could tell that Ellie woke up from her attempt at taking a nap as soon as I left the house because I could hear her barking even after Jonathan closed the door.

“I’m guessing you trust her?” He asked after we reached the car.

“What makes you think that?” I asked, opening up the trunk after hearing Jasmine pop it open for us.

“You were willing to let Ellie stay sleeping in there with her. That’s the first time you’ve done that.”

“I don’t trust her. Not yet anyways, but Ellie seems to like her and that’s enough for me.” I said, passing him his duffle bag before grabbing my bag and the small foam steps Ellie needed during the times my bed was more than just a mattress on the floor, and closing the trunk. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, the only shoes we had were the ones on our feet. I liked to look at the bright side and remind myself that it just meant that much less things we would have to worry about.

“You ready to go back in?” I asked him.

“Not really. Could you let them know I’ll be sitting out here for a bit?” He asked, handing his bag back over to me.

“Sure thing.” I said, grabbing it from him. As I’d expected, Evelyn asked where my brother was as soon as she saw me walk through the door as Ellie started running her slow circles at my feet, barking at me to let me know how mad she was at leaving without her.

“He said he’s going to stay out there for a bit.” I said, placing our bags and Ellie’s steps down on the couch she wasn’t sitting on before taking my shoes off. It still didn’t feel right taking them off here, but it was better than tracking dirt everywhere. “Is it alright if I use the bathroom?”

“Sure thing. Go up the stairs, take a left, then it’s the first door on the right.”

Seeing how Ellie was following me as I headed towards the steps, I picked her up and carried her the whole trip up before placing her on the floor for the second level. I then had to wait for her to walk into the bathroom before I closed the door. If I didn’t then she would sit outside it and howl the whole time.

As I closed the door, I heard Evelyn ask worriedly if Jonathan might have ran off only for Jasmin to explain how he wouldn’t run off without me and I wouldn’t run off without him or my dog.

~~~~~

“The two of you have gone through a lot in your previous homes, haven’t you?” Evelyn asked us not long after Jasmin left. Jonathan had sat next to me on the couch as soon as he’d come in, only taking enough time to take off his shoes and place them next to mine that is.

“Now what would make you think that?” I asked, not bothering to hide the harsh tone in my voice.

“How the two of you tend to drift towards each other like attracting magnets. Not to mention the scars I see on your feet, Robin.” She said, gesturing to my bare feet. Not like I had any socks to cover them. They’d all gotten warn out beyond use a few weeks ago and I hadn’t been able to find the time to make it to the store since then.

“The scars on my feet have nothing to do with anything we may or may not have been put through. Those scars are there because on more than one occasion, I dropped plates and bowls on them thanks to sneezing not long after picking them up.” I said embarrassed because of how it actually was true. She didn’t need to know that I had some scars on my back from the punishments I’d gotten for some of the times that had happened.

“Well, in that case, I think it’s time the two of you see your rooms.”

The room she led me to must have either been her daughter’s or she had repainted it when she heard I was coming, Best way I could quickly describe it was a fantasy princess’s bedroom.

The walls were pale pink with lavender trimming, the carpet dark purple. The bed was a canopy bed with a green curtain and the blankets themselves were a pale blue with ruffles all over the edges.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t like it. We could go to the store tomorrow so you can pick out stuff to redecorate it if you’d like.” She said. It was true. The only thing I could see myself getting use to was the canopy’s curtains because of them being green and because of how they looked like they might be blackout curtains. The carpet wasn’t that bad either, even though I’m not a huge fan of purple.

“The most the two of us have ever been in one place was a month. If we make it past that time, then I might take up your offer.” I said, knowing how I could easily replace the pillowcases with my own and how I could probably go to the store and get some new blankets with the money I’d taken from our previous foster father. Not like he would need it anyway, seeing as how he’s in jail.

“Jonathan, here’s your room.” She said, showing him a room not too far from mine. Well, there was a room in between ours, but I was just glad that it wasn’t on the other side of the house.

After placing down the doggy-steps and making sure Ellie would be able to get up onto the bed with the help, I walked over to the window of the bedroom I would be staying in for who knows how long and looked out. There wasn’t any bit of a roof that me or my brother could walk on to get to each other’s rooms if we’d ever gotten ourselves locked in them. I knew that the two of us would figure something out if that ever happened, so I decided to walk down the hall to see what his room looked like.

His room, to me, definitely looked more like the things he liked than my room with me. The wall was blue with white trimming, a gray carpet, and the bedding was red.

I sat on the bed and waited until Evelyn left before I laid on my back asked him how long he thinks we’d be staying here.

“You should know by know that I don’t like to think about that. “Could you tell me more?” He asked in a way that was somehow both sad and hopeful.

I knew what he wanted me to tell more of. He would always ask to hear about our parents with that tone. In fact, he’d only ever sounded like that when asking me to tell him more about them. I didn’t have that many more memories about our parents than he did, but he didn’t seem to mind. There were even times when the two of us would remember something about one of our parents that the other didn’t.

I decided to tell him how one time our dad decided it was a good idea for just me and him to go on a weekend road trip together, only for us to get a flat tire during the middle of a rain storm he hadn’t known about. It wasn’t funny at the time, but now it is to me, with all the different faces our dad would make each time someone would drive past us. He ended up falling asleep not long before I got to the end of what I could remember from that day, so I managed to carefully climb out of his bed before going back to what was my new room.

It had been a long day for both of us and it was starting to get late anyway.

~~~~~

Prologue | Chapter 2 (in progress)

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The Long Way Home // Shawn Mendes - part 1

ahh okay so i have no idea how this will turn out, i’ve been trying to start a fanfiction for weeks now but didn’t carry on with any of my ideas so by posting it i’m forcing myself to do it with this one. hopefully i’ll be able to continue it as i imagined!

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Another Disney star has gone crazy?

We’ve seen plenty of young Disney stars go wild once they felt they’ve grown out of their contract with the famous company. Growing up and figuring out who you are is a hard task, especially when you are not allowed to express yourself. Lindsey Lohan, Miley Cyrus and Bella Thorne have all been there, we’ve witnessed their crazy way of breaking out of their child-like characters once they felt too old to goof around in crazy outfits and crystal clear reputation. But do we have a new member to the club?

Sloan Westbury has grown up in front of our eyes, starting her acting career at just the age of 5, being a regular extra on various Disney productions right until she got her own show at the age of twelve, called Beach kids in which she played the role of Victoria Parker, a regular girl living in California, spending most of her time at the beach with her friends, going on different adventures during the summer time. The show run for three years, up until all actors were too old to play little kids anymore. Westbury was then signed to the Disney hit movie “Disconnected” which thanks to its huge success got two additional parts in the next three years. Since she has turned eighteen she has made several attempts in breaking out of her Disney days, doing more and more controversial photoshoots and releasing some more mature songs than her previous ones, but it seems like she is done with being a child for good.

The twenty year-old singer and actress was seen at a yacht over the weekend in Miami, with a bottle of champagne in her hands, chugging the alcohol down more than eagerly while wearing nothing else than red thongs and a men shirt buttoned up only hallway, giving the paparazzi a great amount of cleavage moments. Westbury seemed to be having fun with a few of her friends on the boat, dancing to the music and not afraid of showing some PDA with a guy and later on with a girl as well. At one point she spotted the cameras and started screaming at them, throwing the champagne bottle in their direction. Fortunately it ended up in the water, no one was hurt. She was soon carried inside by her friends, but didn’t seem to be too happy about the happenings.

It is unknown if she is still working with Disney since she hasn’t had any projects connected with the company, but following this incident we are pretty sure we won’t see her smiling on the channel ever again. Just one day after her wild night she took it to Twitter to post the pictures taken during the weekend commenting on how good she looks after all.

Is it possible she is on her way to pull a Britney and maybe shave her whole head next time she loses her mind? One thing is for sure. Sloan Westbury is done with being a good girl and she is not scared to show it to the world.

 Recommended for you: Shawn Mendes has officially started working on his new album…

    SHAWN

“Are you sure this is what you need?” Andrew’s concern about my summer plans just doesn’t let him rest, doesn’t matter what I tell him.

“Do you want me to finish the album or not?” I ask turning to him with raised eyebrows. He doesn’t answer, just takes a deep breath and breathes out.

“But like, do you need to be completely alone for that long?”

“I won’t be completely alone, Aaliyah and Brian will come and visit several times.”

“Yeah, but most of the times you’ll be on your own. Why did you have to rent that house for the whole summer? You could have just went down to the Hamptons every once in a while.”

“I told you, I need to clear my head,” I tell him the same thing I told him the first time I came up with the idea.

I started working on the new album months ago and should have been done with it by now, but I’m completely stuck. Everything I write feels like shit, I haven’t finished a song in two months and my label is not happy about it. They gave me some extra time, until the end of summer, but if I want to be done in time I knew I needed a change. I figured it would be good to just disconnect for a while, find myself again on my own, so I decided to rent a house at the beach and spend most of the summer there. I won’t disappear, I have a few gigs and interviews scheduled and I’ll do them, but other than that I’ll completely focus on myself and my music just like in the old times when it was just me and my guitar in my room.

“Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” he sighs tiredly. Honestly, I think my time out will do good for Andrew as well, less of me means less work for him and he could finally do his own things for a while, but he hasn’t realized it just yet. The way he sees it as a warning sign that something terrible is going to happen.

“Like what?” I chuckle turning to him. “I’ll just sleep, eat, workout and write music all day. How can this go wrong especially since no one will know I’m here? The beach area the house is at is totally private, no one will get close to me.” “Okay, I was just saying,” he mumbles.

When he pulls up at the house I can’t hold my smile back. The house is not back and not luxurious at all, I made sure about that. It’s a simple two bedroom weekend house with a spacious living room, a kitchen with everything needed, a nice deck hoovering above the light sand that leads to the water and for my biggest luck there is a small studio room as well, since the owner used to play in a jazz band and recorded music pretty often here. One bedroom is for me and the other will be perfect for when someone comes to visit me.

Andrew helps me bring all my stuff inside and the sun is already going down by the time we are finished with everything. The view is breathtaking from the deck and I already can’t wait to spend my mornings and evenings sitting here, writing music.

“I guess that’s all,” Andrew announces once the last bag is put away. “Call me if you need something, okay?”

“I will,” I smile at him.

“Brian will be here with your car on Friday.”

“I know,” I nod.

“Then… I guess see you later. Take care.”

He embraces me in a tight hug before heading out to the car. I stand on the driveway, waving at him as he drives away and then I’m finally alone. Walking back to the house I take it all in. There is no one talking to me, no car horns in the traffic, no phone ringing, nothing. Just the waves hitting the coast and the winds blowing through the deck. I walk outside and kicking off my shoes I step into the sand. It’s colder than what I expected, but still nice. I walk all the way down to the water and stop right before the line where the waves reach. The sun has already disappeared on the horizon, but the sky is still bright red and orange turning into blue and behind me I can already see the first stars shining.

I hear a door shutting and turning to the right I see a figure on the deck of the neighbor house. It’s too far away to see clearly, I squint my eye and make out a woman sitting down on the few steps leading up to the deck with a glass of red wine in her hands. She is staring into the distance, just looking blankly ahead, sipping on her drink. I feel like I should introduce myself since I’ll be spending months here, so I start walking in her direction. The closer I get the more details I see. Her wavy, dirty blonde hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head, she has a white knitted sweater on that seems to be a few sizes big and she is completely barefoot with no shoes anywhere near.

Just when I get close enough to see her face she notices me and immediately stands up. I have a sense of familiarity as I look at her face, but before I could figure it out she turns around and walks into the house shutting the door behind her, leaving me standing there in confusion.

I wait hoping she would return, but nothing happens, so I give up. Maybe she recognized me and didn’t want anything to do with a famous person. Wouldn’t be the first time, but I have to admit her reaction hurt a bit.

I walk back home and sit on my deck until the sky turns fully dark. I keep thinking about her face, trying to figure out where I’ve seen her maybe, but I just can’t. Since I have no food I skip dinner, I’m not even that hungry. I mentally note to go grocery shopping tomorrow as I take a quick shower and make my bed. I keep the window open for the night and I listen to the waves’ rhythm as I fall asleep.

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61.

Staring at this text I got, I don’t know this number but it says Happy Thanksgiving to me. I am not sure if to reply back, because who the hell. Nobody really has this number either, I will just leave it for when I can be bothered to reply back. Looking over the counter, I am waiting for my Mac and Cheese to be cooked. We are doing Thanksgiving at Amira’s home, which she also invited my friends but they gone home to be with their parents but we are invited to their home, which is sweet but I said I will make the Mac and Cheese and the Pumpkin Pie so I am just waiting for this to cook. Cassius on the other hand, he has gone to get his hair done. Well shaped up or whatever, I am trusting him. He didn’t want to do it actually, I made him do it. I force him to do things, he came back from his little meeting thing which I had to drop him off, he refused to drive there which put me back from making this. Then I said to him go and get a shape up, he was like no and I said yes and said for him to drive himself. Cassius is very much ok but he refuses to do much, he seems a little depressed still and I see that because he doesn’t eat much. I mean it’s been a success with Cartier, they both are great together, it’s about a week since he’s been out and he’s fine. But I know my man, I know he is not him fully yet. I wish he would tell me what is annoying him, he keeps it close to his heart. He hasn’t even asked for his phones either, I said it to him and he said I don’t want it. He just sits and watches Anime or whatever shit he said it was, I do miss Cassius being himself but I am not sure if he’s doing it out of protest that I don’t let him go out at night, I am not sure at all. The front door closed, he is back He has been gone an hour “hey!” I shouted, before he goes upstairs thinking I am there. Hearing the key being thrown on the table, I wish this Mac and Cheese would hurry “hey” Cassius finally made his way into the kitchen, I had to double take “I am about to beat your ass, I am not even fucking playing. I said shape up, and what you do? Oh my god!” I spat “I said fucking shape up, not fucking bald!? Again? Get out of my face” I can’t even look at his face, he has literally gone bald again looking like a whole ass cancer patient “fine, I will go away” see what I mean.

I am so fucking angry at him, his hair was growing too and I just wanted him to shape it up and he did that, he didn’t even tidy up his stubble. I am fuming with him, he can go and sulk because no that is ugly. Opening my group chat with the girls until a skype call came through, answering it, it’s only Mia “you in the bath? Girl, y’all start late. Come on say hi Mitch” Mia moved the camera “hi Sofia” I am jealous of Mitch’ hair and beard “my white man has grown his beard out, what is this?” Mia laughed out “he said he wanted to change, what you think?” Mia asked, Mitch smiled at the camera “I think it suits him, y’all so cute. I love it, I need to come over and see you both. I was just about to open the group chat until you called through. What was the pictures?” I can just ask her “just a picture of me and Mitch and then Olivia said she is ill and in bed, took a picture of her in bed. I miss you so much girl, how are things?” rolling my eyes “well he went and shaved his head bald, don’t. I am so angry” Mia is laughing but I ain’t, it’s ugly “you was angry, angry?” nodding my head “I said to him get out of my face, and he did. Like a little puppy” Mia cooed out “you a bitch, why did he do that?” it seems so busy at Mia’ parents home “I told him shape up, I said it to him three times and he goes out of his way to do that. I will get over it I guess” I have too because then Cassius will be sad all day “well I facetimed you because have you opened your gift yet?” shaking my head “no, why? Waiting for Christmas Day, tradition?” I was waiting “ok, well. I had two gifts for you, one if you was breaking our friendship and the other if we was friends still, so you chosen well. Well there is two tickets to fly you over with us to Cali. I got the same for Olivia,and we going to have a girls time away. The second ticket is not for Cassius, it’s for Amira” ok I am shocked “Mia, the fuck? That is expensive” Mia waved me off “no it’s not, we need it but like that means you need to leave Cartier there” I cringed at that “my baby and his bubzy. I can’t do that, that is so sweet. I will have to judge it closer to time ok?” my friend is the best, I love it.

I am so proud of me, I got matching outfits for both Cassius and Cartier. They both wearing plaid shirts, both red too. Both same brand, I am so in love with it “mommys boy is looking so handsome, I could just eat you” I put a bib on him, his drooling will not ruin this outfit. I told Cassius to get ready but that was half hour ago “shall we go and see what your dad is doing” hopefully the right fucking thing, he will be where he always is, that is the second living room watching TV. My son is the most handsome ever, like I ain’t bragging but I make cute babies. I haven’t got ready myself yet, I just want Cassius to take care of him while I do. Making my way into the second living area, I knew it and I also knew he wouldn’t be wearing what I told him “I didn’t go out of my way Cassius for you to be wearing a white tee, it’s not happening. Can you please change that before we leave” sitting next to Cassius on the couch, it’s just annoying that he is bald and I won’t drop it “are you going out of your way to just do this?” I asked “what is it? Tell me” I rather he spoke to me “you think I am weak?” he asked “not really, why?” Cassius paused his show “just thinking” as he does “look after Cartier while I get ready and Cassius, when I met you. You was always quiet, remember you was clean for a while. Just because you’re quiet and like to be alone doesn’t make you weak” passing Cartier to him.

I had a little rummage in my closet and I fucking found it, the very dress I wore when I met Cassius and also I loved the dress but like I didn’t get to make full use of it. It does actually fit still, so I am wearing it again. I mean I have a slight bump but it’s fine, I look the exact same as I did that day. I mean I don’t really care, he always remembers this so I will wear it again for him. I am so proud of me, I didn’t throw it away. Thank the gods my boobs ain’t sagging after birth but I hope he likes it because this is all for him, I feel so good in myself for once. I mean I have my man home, I have my son, I have my own home so what is there not to celebrate. I wish I could drink but I guess the wine glass will have water in that bitch, making my way to the room. I mean I shouldn’t be shocked but I am, he is asleep with Cartier. I sighed out, I will wake his ass up and he will see me in this dress “Cassius, hey!” reaching over at him, hitting his face lightly “hey Cassius” I stepped back “I am ready” I moved back a little, Cassius looked down at Cartier first “woah!” he said, looking at me frowning “that…” he drifted off pointing “that dress?” he said all wide eyed “yes, you right. It is that dress” Cassius smile grew “wow, oh my god! You look just like you did that day” I blushed looking down “well, what can I say I mean minus the bump but thank you” it’s been a while since I have seen him smile so much “I love it, like I really do. It’s just like seeing you the first time, wow” I love it, to see him so happy.

Cassius has changed into the top I told him to have on, now both of my babies are matching “see you look handsome don’t you? I mean I can’t say about your bald head, I will let it go but please, don’t!” I said to him, Cassius stood in front of me “every time I see you it’s like I am meeting you all over again, you haven’t changed one bit Sofia. You’re still the girl I fell in love with, as soon as I saw you. You’re beautiful” I put my head down “thank you” I said in a whisper “don’t, I just love you a lot” he is making me so happy “I love you too Cassius” looking up at him, Cassius kissed my lips “can you pick Cartier for me and then we can start going” I don’t care what anyone says, Cassius thinks I look beautiful so everybody else can kiss my ass “before we go, we can take picture of us in the mirror just here” I want a picture of us, I am happy of my family. Standing in front of the mirror “how about I take a picture of you just you and Cartier?” pulling a face at Cassius through the mirror “ok I am coming” he saw me, my baby still has a beautiful face. Cassius stood behind me with Cartier “why do you look scared? Stop it” Cassius laughed and I took the picture before I miss that moment “I will get the things to take with us” walking off to the kitchen, typing the caption as I did ‘First Thanksgiving with the three of us, plus the fourth. Coming soon!!’ pressing send on the post, let me get to Amira’s house.

Knocking on the door “you still angry about me going bald” I swear to god, he continues to mention it “erm, a little. I am not that much but I am just upset you did it” the door opened “Sofia!!” Amira spat “oh yes, you bought them. Let me take it from you” Amira took the Mac and Cheese and my pumpkin pie from me “welcome, come on in” Kyle said as he walked over to me “you look good Sofia” he hugged me “thank you” Amira ran at me “oh yes, so good to see you and you look so beautiful. Glowing bitch!” I chuckled “thank you, and you. You look so happy, you get some didn’t you” Amira giggled “well, you know” turning around to Cassius “awwww daddy and son matching, ain’t that the cutest. Come here Cassius” Amira’ home is full “oh yeah, Sofia. This is my mother in law” I gasped “oh wow, you look just like Amira” I said “awww thank you dear” she walked over to me “this is Sofia mom, my best friend” Amira’ mom hugged me “Kyle, is this one of your naughty friends” hearing a guy say “Cassius, don’t mind my father in law, he already drunk” Amira’ dad hit Kyle’ arm “you ever be quiet, you work with my daughter. You are a good guy, my daughter told me” he shook Cassius hand.

I poked my lips out, Cartier is getting so much love from Amira’ parents and Cartier is loving it. This is so adorable “look at them Cassius” I said to him “cute ain’t it” my son ain’t got grandparents left, this hurts “he laughs a lot don’t you, he is so happy!”she said to Cartier, he is just giggling along to them “you can go and be with Kyle, you know?” Kyle is outside with some boys “I’m good” side eyeing him, he just doesn’t leave my side “I don’t mean to pry or sound rude, are you pregnant again?” Amira’ mom asked “oh yeah, I am. We didn’t wait, well actually I got caught. I was not execting it at all. I was shocked” Amira mom cooed out “it’s best to get them out of the way, they can grow together. No shame in that” smiling at her “bring your face closer to mine” holding my phone up “another one?” Cassius said, he better just participate. Cassius bought his face closer to mine “you are learning” he’s not questioning it as he does.

I love Amira’ food, it’s actually so nice “thank you for inviting us, honestly. I appreciate it, the food was lovely. Thank you” Amira waved me off “girl, don’t worry about it. The pleasure is all mine, I love having you here. Also you get to meet my parents, and also Kyle has someone to talk too” Cassius ain’t doing much of that at all, or eats “I will just clean this up” Amira got up from the table and so did I “no you sit, because that dress is too cute to ruin so sit” sitting back down “thank you” she is so sweet but I will help her wash the dishes, Cassius laid his head on my shoulder. Looking down at him “what is wrong?” see this is why I am angry, I can’t even touch his damn head, I can’t run my fingers through his hair “tell me, what is wrong?” clearly he put his head on my shoulder for a reason “you want to go back home?” Cassius moved his head back “I am good” I think he wants to go back.

“God, I ain’t tell you. I saw Isabella” walking side by side with Amira to the kitchen “what? Where?” resting against the kitchen counter “in my own club, she hugged me. She said she misses us all, she said things have gotten better. She wants to move on she asked about you. I said she is fine. She said is she still with Cassius, I was like of course she is. She looks well, better than she did before” good for her “well I hope she is ok, after everything” Amira sat a top of the counter at the side of me “how boring is football though, I am not even bothered about it. How is things with you both? He is so quiet ain’t he?” nodding my head “he is, he is fine. I think he will get better day by day, his confidence has been knocked. His confidence is very low but I believe he will get better” looking to where Amira is looking “Cassius” I kind of figured he would come to me “I come to speak to Amira” moving back from the counter “that is so sweet, what’s up Cassius?” Amira asked “I just want to know how the clubs are going, also I will be seeing Raphael soon and going to Brooklyn so I need to know” blinking at Cassius several times in confusion “soon? How soon” I asked “after Christmas, soon. But I want to marry Sofia first, I want to do it next week” what is he on “Cassius, relax it’s ok. We will get married” he is funny “help me out, I want to marry her. I seen these niggas on Insta, they feeling her a lot. They been rude to me, well about me” poking my lips out at Cassius “Cassius that doesn’t mean anything you know that right? You got me so that doesn’t matter” he takes everything so personal.

[tysonrunningfox]

Ripped: Part 11

Why are they like this?  Why?  What is even their issue?  

Ao3

Astrid is a believer in hard work.

There are very few obstacles in life that can’t be overcome with determination, willingness to get her hands dirty, and dedication to the cause. However, deciphering her feelings while sitting across a dingy bar table from Hiccup’s sharp jaw and green eyes, holding a beer she got from her best friend’s cousin who now only owes her forty-seven dollars while said best friend and Hiccup’s cousin hook up might be one of those outlying obstacles.

And that’s not even unpacking the fact that she only met Hiccup because he was giving serial killer tours to her apartment, the past tense being because a new set of twin murders interrupted his route with the promise of further interruptions. And then that gets even more complicated because not only did she and Hiccup kiss while she was at work, but later that same night she was with him when they discovered the second murder victim, seconds after she accidentally called him sexy.

Or not him specifically, but something he did, and that’s almost worse.

And she might be able to scrape together some plan of attack for all of that, but adding the fact that he also happened to discover the first body after a middle of the night private serial killer tour he gave her where they were caught trespassing and practically hugging on camera pushes it over the edge.

She’s lost.

And there’s the whole thing he’s been in custody twice in as many weeks but she still can’t stop thinking about how he looked at her, like he absolutely couldn’t handle not kissing her for another second. Even though she was being stubborn and loud and forcing her opinion on him. Maybe even because of those things.

Neither of them knew what to say while they finished their drinks and their interaction devolved into silence occasionally punctuated by people watching commentary. He offered to walk her home, but she took an Uber because as safe as Berk’s new condo developments brag about being, she doesn’t live in one of those.

She lives in yet another Grimborn murder site, likely on a list to be revisited.

Yet another complication.

“You’re thinking about that ship roster really hard,” Fishlegs sits down at his desk, flicking through his meticulously maintained planner.

She half wonders what Fishlegs would say about her current conundrums. He’s got the kind of analytical approach she can really admire, but his opinion of Hiccup is clear and deserved. It was Hiccup who pushed her against the bookcase and threatened his precious encyclopedias, after all.

“It’s complicated.”

“Want to talk about it?”  

She thinks a minute, “no.”

Astrid doesn’t want to talk about it. She wants to do something about it, she just doesn’t know what to do.

Hiccup (4:23pm): hey are you at work?

She hates how the silent implication makes her cheeks burn.

Astrid (4:24pm): yeah

Hiccup (4:25pm): oh cool, would you mind if I dropped by and got a copy of that Al, I. Safe picture to laminate? The one you gave me is wearing out quick and it’s smeared not that you care I’m sure it smeared in your fervent quest to prove me wrong

Astrid hates how she can’t deny that her stomach flips. If Fishlegs repeated his concern right now, she’s not sure what she’d say, but he disappeared into the back room to organize new donations.

Astrid (4:27pm): sure

Hiccup (4:28pm): be there in like 5?

Her heart stutters and she tries not to care. She can’t help but hate how she left it at the bar, the weird backward walk towards the door, the insistence that she get a ride rather than walk. And now she has to deal with another random, instantaneous meeting? She needs time and planning and for it to occur away from Hiccup’s undeniable pull.

She tries to focus exclusively on her work but every time she hears the door open she jumps and has to reread at least a paragraph. The first is the mail, the second is someone lost and hoping for the library upstairs, but the third is Hiccup, determinedly faking casual as he trots down the stairs with uneven strides she still wants to ask about.

“Hey!” He says too brightly and Astrid purposefully takes a second too long to look up.

“Hi.”

He pauses a couple feet in front of her desk and swallows hard. He shaved recently, and he looks younger and sharper and somehow more likely to catch her off guard.

“Are you doing something super important for the future of Berk’s history’s maintenance or…”

She can’t quite stifle her smile, “not really.”

“Great,” he grins wider, all crooked teeth and genuine excitement and everything would be so much easier if Astrid’s heart didn’t skip like a turntable in a hurricane. “So, Al. I, safe message? If you don’t mind…”

“Right, sure,” she stands up too quickly, chair rolling back a few feet and smacking into a bookshelf.

“No rush,” Hiccup laughs, shoulders rigid and hands waving at her chair, “wouldn’t want you to break something in your excitement to help me copy something.”

“I haven’t put it away since last week, I still need to talk to Fishlegs about how we’d recategorize it as Grimborn-related,” she ignores his comment about breaking things and leaves her chair where it is, leading him down the familiar aisle between old yellowed papers to the table she set her findings out on.

“Does that mean there’s a special stack you send Grimborn-ologists to so that you don’t have to talk to us?”

“Well, that would be my solution,” she flips carefully through the paper to the picture, trying not to think about the vague wrinkles in the print from his hand clenching as he kissed her. “But currently Fishlegs’s solution is to just send them all my way.”

“Let me guess, it’s been busy?” He skirts around mentioning the recent murders, but it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it feels like all she talks about lately, as she leads curious, insensitive people to documents she then has to make sure they don’t take as a souvenir.  

She nods, “I hate to say you’re right, but you are pretty well adjusted, considering the crowd as a whole.”

“What makes you say that?” He cocks his head, reverently taking the paper from her and following towards the copier. The encyclopedias mock her when his hand brushes against her arm.

“You know, there was the guy who wanted his girlfriend to lay on the floor to pose like Elizabeth Smith,” she wrinkles her nose, “but I don’t know how even that compares to the guy who got angry at me because I didn’t magically produce modern crime scene photos to compare to vintage ones. He claimed this was a ‘decaying institution’ because I explained we obviously don’t have access to current police case documentation.”

“What an idiot,” Hiccup snorts, “this is a historical archive, there are obvious environmental controls to prevent decay.”

“That’s bad,” she doesn’t understand how he can melt more stiff tension than she can think through with a bad joke, it must go hand in hand with how he made her feel safe in dark alleys when logic and reality continually affirm she was anything but. “Come on, that was lame.”

“It got a smile,” he says, self-satisfied but not smug, and his eyes narrow when he sees the copier, “we meet again, old friend.”

“What?”

“The copier and I have history, remember? I tried to copy a comic book three years ago and jammed it up,” he sets the paper down picture up on the work table and pats the top of the copier with a careful hand, “the foundation of Fishlegs and my blood feud, as you put it.”

“Right,” she takes the paper and carefully folds it back to align the picture with the corner, “maybe I should press the buttons then, I wouldn’t want to involve myself in that drama.”

The copier is probably older than some of the archive’s collections and it takes a minute to turn on, its wheezing fan turning the silence awkward as Astrid’s worries whir back to life along with it. Hiccup is alternating between staring at his feet and the side of her face, brows furrowed.

“Thanks for letting me come by, by the way, and for the picture. And for finding the picture, in the first place, even though you were only doing it to prove me wrong, which you did, it clearly does have punctuation—but that’s not what I mean.” He doesn’t pause to breathe so much as to let the mental gears behind his eyes rotate fully so that he can pick back up where he got off track. “I uh…I guess I understand all the very real reasons you probably want nothing to do with me—”

“What?” She turns to face him, frowning.

“I’m just saying I get it, and I appreciate you being cool about it even as I’m…practically having a spasm over here trying to talk to you,” he laughs, high pitched and nasal, his arms flailing and smacking the copier. It coughs and she has to press the start button again. “And considering the size and scale of ass I made of myself at Gruff’s the other day, I get that other things that might have ummm…been said or occurred are likely voided, as it were—not that there was any kind of contract when you said and did them, I was just amazed someone as, you know, astounding as you seemed to be starting to like me, maybe—”

“Hiccup,” she reflexively puts her hand on his shoulder, sure that if she doesn’t hold him down he’ll vibrate into another dimension, “I let you give tours to my apartment, do you think I’d do that if I didn’t like you?”

“Oh,” he thinks on that for a second, eyes darting to her hand on his shoulder, and she carefully retracts it, flushing as he half smiles. She gets that bone deep feeling she’s going to regret what she just said as he opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it and presses his lips together in a tight line.

The copier spits out a single, un-smeared picture and he reaches for it, already leaning away from her like he’s planning a great escape. That isn’t allowed and she grabs it before he can, setting it on the small table behind her and crossing her arms.

“What’s your problem, Hiccup?”

“Problem?” He blinks, long eyelashes adding to the innocent façade, “I wouldn’t say I have a problem, I think I just—the long and short of it is I met someone really…amazing, but I pissed her off before I even officially met her and for some reason she forgave me enough to go on a private tour with me and it felt—I don’t know, like we—but it doesn’t matter, probably, because then there was a murder. Except maybe it does matter because then we kissed and it was,” he’s so red he’s practically glowing but his frantic energy is dissipating with every word, like he’s exorcising himself of it, “and then we found another murder victim, together, which isn’t my ideal date or not date or…activity.”

“Mine either.”

“It’s not the association I really wanted, you know?” He winces but his chuckle is real, “but at the same time I don’t blame you if you look at me and see, you know, a modern times Grimborn murder re-enactment scene.”

“I don’t,” she looks at him a little too hard, taking in his open, nervous expression and the hope there that he’s trying and failing to put out. “You know, your problem sounds pretty similar to a problem I’m having right now.”

“Yeah?” He isn’t bad at pretending to relax, but his stiff upper body doesn’t fool her, “did me blurting it all out like an idiot help?”

“Maybe,” her small smile feels tired, “at least we’re on the same page.”

“That’s all I’ve been hoping for since you found this picture,” he points at his copy, “which is still amazing, by the way, I don’t think I’ve said that enough.”

“Just another thing wrapped up in Grimborn.” She shakes her head, “my apartment, my job, my…” She looks at him importantly, fumbling for a word that could encompass everything he just said and the way she feels when she looks at him. Excited and comfortable at all the wrong times.

“So we just don’t talk about Grimborn then,” Hiccup shrugs, shoulders forcefully easy as he leans back against the copier, knuckles white where his hands are gripping his upper arms.

“What else are we going to talk about?” Astrid pulls the original Enquirer out of the copier and folds it carefully on the table next to it, trying not to feel his eyes boring into the side of her head.

She knows he doesn’t ignore advantages and this time it makes her hold her breath.

“We could talk about the fact that you like me,” his voice dips at the end, conspiratorial, and Astrid can’t shake the feeling that the papers are listening, adding information to their tightly stacked volumes and storing it for later. “I’m kind of still wondering how I managed that.”

“Who says it’s not your Grimborn knowledge?” She wishes he was wearing the hat. The hat makes him bold and winking and silly, an act she can act back at. He’s vulnerable in an unzipped jacket and band tee-shirt she wants to ask him about and it’s an invitation to be vulnerable too.

She usually clicks tentative yes on those, hoping people get it means no.

“I thought we weren’t talking about him.”

Astrid can imagine all of those stories in all of those papers, all the people largely forgotten and lost in their own environmentally controlled, ink preserving worlds, turning away out of a well-deserved kind of respect. She keeps their secrets legible after all, the least they can do is keep her secret.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I can be a little intense,” she edges closer, finger messing with the copier buttons while she drags her eyes to his. Green even in the dingy corner of the room, soft and shy and locked on hers like he’s not going to let either of those things stop him.

“A little?” The corner of his mouth quirks into a quiet half smile, eyes squinting with that eternal curiosity that feels heavy and light and warm when directed at her. She could bring up Grimborn and re-direct it, but as convenient as that would be, she doesn’t want to.

“Most people want me to back off,” she tucks her hair behind her ear and watches him suppress a smile, “you don’t.”

“Back off? As in decrease the intensity?” He laughs, long arms flailing, hand brushing her arm and shrinking back, cautious and hopeful and jittery. “Never, why would—if anything increase it. More is better, right?”

She lets it hang long enough for him to get nervous, for the hope to condense into worry and indecision and the urge to open his mouth to keep convincing, “more intense then, is what you’re saying?”

“I umm,” he clears his throat, eyes scanning her face like he’s checking that she’s real and giving her reason to prove that she is, “wouldn’t mind. I welcome it, actually.”

Somehow, he still manages to be surprised when she grabs the back of his neck to pull him down to her, hands flailing and hitting the copier again when she kisses him.

Astrid will never admit to anyone, personalities trapped in hundred-year-old papers included, how many hours of sleep she lost not to thinking about murder, but to lamenting the fact that Hiccup kissed her before she kissed him. The cheek doesn’t count, that was impulsive and embarrassing and looking back with what she knows now, everything would be a lot less complicated if she’d acted on her full impulse then.

He wouldn’t have been stumbling on a body fifteen minutes later, for a start.

Kissing him first is better, she likes his shocked pause and sharp inhalation against her cheek before coming back to life with soft, careful lips.

It’s good for a lot of reasons that Hiccup recovers quickly from shock, but right now the only one that matters is his hands settling warm on her hips and pulling her closer. He kisses like he talks, meandering and endless, lips pressing trailing anecdotes along her jaw while she desperately wants him to get to the point.

The copier creaks and chimes when she leans harder against him, one hand in his hair and the other sliding under his jacket to feel the sharp lines of his shoulder blades. He feels stronger than he looks and his light grip on her hips feels teasing, half the story when she needs it all now. She nips at his lower lip to hurry him along and he manages to stumble while standing still, fingers digging into her sides for support at the sharp snap of breaking plastic behind him.

“Shit,” Astrid pulls back and Hiccup kisses down her neck, nose dragging along the collar of her shirt and making her shiver, “we’re breaking the copier.”

“I’ve fixed it before,” his breath is cool against the damp trail he left under her jaw and she closes her eyes, willing herself to pull back.

“Astrid is the one to talk about Grimborn with, it’s not really my specialty,” Fishlegs voice shatters the tension and she stands up too fast, straightening her shirt and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

Hiccup is not as quick, staring at her with a dazed, open expression, lips kiss swollen and hair sticking up on one side. She grabs his hand and pulls him away from the copier, swearing when one of the plastic trim pieces clatters to the floor, the clips on one side snapped off.

“Fix it fast,” she shoves it into his limp hands, trying and failing to pat down his hair as another voice joins Fishlegs’s.

“Ah yes, Astrid, I’ve been waiting to meet her,” it’s accented and polite, but something about it sends a chill up Astrid’s spine that has nothing to do with Hiccup struggling to make the trim piece stay in place.

“Oh?” Fishlegs is defensive, again, and she’s really going to have to talk to him about that.

“For the investigation.”

“Do you have duct tape?” Hiccup whispers, but it’s too late as Fishlegs is coming around the corner with a tall man in a gray uniform that matches the sinister undertone in his voice. Hiccup thinks fast and leans back against the copier again, holding the trim piece in place and waving at the newcomers.

“Hey Fishlegs,” he says brightly, despite Fishlegs’s scowl, and then his voice drops flat and unimpressed, “Mr. Grisly.”

“I should have expected to find you two together again,” the man in gray holds out his hand and when Astrid shakes it, it’s icy, not even vital enough to be clammy. “Mr. Grisly, head of the Neighborhood Watch Force, I’ve been invited to help investigate the recent murders and I understand you were unlucky enough to encounter a victim.”

“Yes,” she resists the urge to wipe her hand on her pants when he lets go, “I gave my statement to the police.”

“Of course, I’ve read it.” His grin is as dead as his touch, everything animated about him condensed in his eyes. “You have an interesting perspective on all of these unfortunate happenings.”

Saying luck and fortune too many times too close together makes them sound like badly veiled intention.

“I wouldn’t say I have much of a perspective at all,” Astrid shrugs, tucking her hands in her pockets, “all of it is in that statement.”

“You were hear to ask about Grimborn,” Fishlegs cuts into the conversation and Astrid is surprised that she doesn’t mind his protective tone for once, “I can actually help you with that.”

“Actually, I don’t think I’ll be needing your help, not with the real Hiccup Haddock expert right here.” Mr. Grisly gestures at Hiccup with those waxy fingers and he raises his eyebrows, shifting against the copier with a scrape of plastic that would be funny and awkward in any other tense situation. Here though, it just sounds like a pin dropping during a stealth mission, a weakness on display to someone looking out for one.

“I wouldn’t call myself a Hiccup Haddock expert,” Hiccup laughs, deflecting, “I know myself maybe a five out of ten at best, you might want to talk to Officer Jorgenson about that one.”

“I was speaking of the Viggo Grimborn suspect Admiral Hiccup Haddock,” Grisly’s chuckle is gravel thrown through a window, all solid malice and sharp edges, “although it does inform the current case to hear how clueless you are about your own actions.”

“Not my actions so much as my intentions,” Hiccup blanches, shrugging like there’s some hope of pulling this situation back towards the casual. “And my reasoning. Basically my trajectory in life, but I’m pretty solid on my own actions. What do you want to know about Admiral Haddock?”

“I’m just curious about the connection.”

“There’s no connection, the original book is fiction,” he elbows Astrid for corroboration, “right? You’ve read it.”

“Bad fiction,” she agrees and Mr. Grisly smiles.

“My favorite. Can you recommend me a version?”

“Uh,” Hiccup looks at Astrid out of the corner of his eye, realizing he’ll have to move, and she tries to look casual putting her hand on the piece of loose trim. Her fingers brush a little low on his back when she does and she can’t hide her blush with a stoic expression so she just tries to avoid Fishlegs’s eyeline. “Sure, I know where they are in the library upstairs.”

“How helpful,” Grisly’s approximation of delight is more menacing for his dedication to it.

“Anything for the investigation,” Hiccup steps carefully away from the copier and looks at Astrid seriously for a second, “talk to you later?”

“I’m sure you will,” Grisly and Fishlegs say in unison with exact opposite intonation, Fishlegs’s arms crossed as he purposefully stands in the way and forces Hiccup to walk around him on the way to the stairs.

Hiccup and Mr. Grisly are barely out of sight when the other side of the copier trim pops free, waving in mid-air.

“And he broke the copier, again.”

Astrid sighs, taking the trim piece off and setting it on top of the machine, “to be fair, we both had a part in that.”

“He broke the copier,” Fishlegs raises an eyebrow, “and I told you to check out a study room.”

“Nothing happened, we were just…arguing about Grimborn.” She rubs the back of her neck, willing the heat to dissipate from under her hair.

“Right, that always gives me a hickey,” he looks pointedly at her neck and she pulls her hair forward to cover it.

“It won’t happen again,” she nods, “and he said he can fix it.” She doesn’t mention the duct tape comment, there’s no way that would go over well. They don’t even have scotch tape at their desks because glue and old documents is such a bad combination.

“What do you see in that guy anyway?” Fishlegs oversteps, yet again, but Astrid’s almost glad that someone finally asked. “You used to be so determined to get him away from you, what changed? And why does he have to be here so often?”

The last question dents her last clinging scrap of resolve and she lets it go.

“Has anyone ever thought you were a little too academic, Fish?” She tries out the nickname, letting this feel like friendship even though that risks more awkward questions.

He snorts, “there was a time in elementary school that I legitimately thought my middle name was ‘get your nose out of that book, young man’.”

“One second it was something to be proud of that I was the first Hofferson to go to college,” she shrugs, faking noncommittal even though that word has never applied to her, “but when I came back having learned things, suddenly I was uppity, disrespectful. Hiccup…he seems to like it when I’m right. He doesn’t even mind when I’m loud about it.”

“Here I thought we were bonding,” Fishlegs smiles, “I thought you were finally going to admit you’re just fascinated with the top hat.”

“You caught me,” she punches him in the arm and he winces, “come on, that did not hurt.”

“I barely know you Astrid, and I’m as sure that you are freakishly strong as I am that you aren’t uppity or disrespectful,” he rubs his arm and weighs that, “well, disrespectful to priceless collections of Brittanicas, maybe—“

“Shut up about the encyclopedias or I’ll hit you again,” the threat is empty and friendly and final, getting Fishlegs off of her mind and letting her wonder about Mr. Grisly with her full attention. She doesn’t hesitate as much as she would have thought before texting Snotlout, hoping for a little illumination, as he doesn’t seem very good at keeping his mouth shut.

Astrid (5:02pm): some guy calling himself Mr. Grisly just came by my work

He doesn’t answer right away and she tries to focus on work, but documentation isn’t really holding her attention after all that happened in the last hour. Especially knowing Hiccup is just upstairs with ostensibly the creepiest man she’s ever met while her lips are still tingling from that kiss.

“So this is the glamorous job that lets you afford your own place,” Ruffnut interrupts, strolling down the stairs and perching on the edge of Astrid’s desk, wrinkling the corner of an old shipping manifesto.

Seeing Ruffnut hasn’t brought on so much relief since that first night in her apartment when someone downstairs started yelling murder.

“My job is to keep stuff like this safe,” Astrid pokes her friend’s butt until she scoots off of the paper and then sets a heavy book on it to press the creases flat.  “And my apartment is cheap.  What’s up?”

“Tuff needed to drop off a check upstairs so I thought I’d come say hi, like the thoughtful and attentive friend that I am.”  Ruffnut’s smile says otherwise and Astrid sighs, still ultimately glad for the distraction. Her eyes were starting to glaze over trying to find a reason to name a stupid shipping manifesto for thirty bushels of apples as important in any way, especially when so many other things obviously are.

“You’re here to brag.” Astrid doesn’t expect the flash of frustration, bordering on jealousy, given that she and Hiccup have been on however many not dates by now and Ruffnut is the smug one.

“I was going to say gloat but brag works too,” she laughs, “also, I did forget to get his number so if you could help me out with that…”

“You’re telling me you never found a moment of pause to get his number?”

“Nope.”

“Ok, gloat is a better fit, I see that now.” Astrid’s phone rings, Officer Snotlout Jorgenson flashing on the screen, “speak of the devil.”

“Wait, why’s he calling you?” Ruffnut tries to snatch the phone but Astrid beats her to it, “he should be calling me.”

“Then you should have given him your number,” she picks up, too aware of Ruffnut leaning down on the other side of the phone to listen, “what’s up?”

“I’m not actually a weirdo who calls people, I just don’t want a written record of bitching about Grisly as long as I have to see his stupid face at work every day,” Snotlout starts, “what was he doing talking to you?”

“Just asking about the investigation,” Astrid glares at Ruffnut, turning her office chair away so to try and minimize the eavesdropping. It seems smart given she can’t trust Ruffnut not to run around threatening disembowelment. “The investigation that you’re calling about, the one with the current murders and I happened to find one of the bodies, so it pertains to me.” She drives in the point.

“Duh, Astrid, keep up,” Snotlout laughs and she grits her teeth.

“Not having a problem with that, thanks, but who is this Grisly guy?”

“Thought you were all caught up,” he teases but apparently thinks better of it and continues, “no but it’s probably good you know because Hiccup won’t remember not to antagonize those NWF fucks—“

“NWF?”

“Again, since you’re so caught up, I’ll pause and explain that Grisly douche is the leader of these pseudo-police assholes acting like they own the place because a few condo developers are paying him out the ass to keep the streets clean, because apparently public cops aren’t good enough for rich people.”

Astrid groans internally, remembering Hiccup mouthing off while trying not to remember his mouth.

“Well, I wish I’d known that a minute ago because he left with Hiccup—“

“Shit,” Snotlout sighs, “I love the guy but keeping him out of jail is a full time job.”

“Ugh, you guys bonding over your boyfriend being an idiot is boring,” Ruffnut groans, “give me the phone, I’ll ask for his number.”

“No,” Astrid shushes her, but it’s too late.

“Is that Ruffnut? Is she there with you?”

“No.”

“Give her your phone, I have to tell her something,” he pushes and Astrid rubs her temple.

“Is it your number? Because then I could stop being your go-between.”

“Nah, it’s about last weekend—“

“No, I’m hanging up now,” Astrid doesn’t wait for an answer before doing exactly that and turning back to Ruffnut. “Are you done gloating?”

“Since I can tell you’re done listening to it, sure,” she shrugs, “the gloating was mostly just a bonus anyway, I was going to ask if you wanted a ride home.”

That’s almost sweet enough to mute her annoyance and she starts to thank her for the offer and decline, but then she thinks of what Snotlout said and the hollow, manic look in Grisly’s eyes. The idea of him being in command of people doesn’t scare her, but it makes her nervous. She’s never been less sure that this whole situation is only going to get worse and she hates it.

“Sure, I’ll take a ride, I was just about to pack up anyway.” Astrid declines an immediate call back from Snotlout and texts Hiccup instead.

Astrid (5:21pm): how’d that go?

“Sweet, more time to get that number out of you,” Ruffnut grabs Astrid’s bag for her.

“Not a chance.”

[greysgonnawrite]

The Ladies and Gentlemen of N.O.B.L.E.

Before we begin I’d like to give credit to the wonderful @8bithouseoffun for his work on editing this

“Time of death is calculated at 5:23, approximately an hour and a half ago.” The taller of two men said, looking at a holographic projection of his own face, subtly making an effort to emphasize his good side for the recording. “We’re still looking for a cause of death, but as you can see here,” he made a motion of grabbing the edge of the floating screen, and it followed his hand as he pointed it to the cadaver lying on the table, “the body appears to be in a state of severe anatomical shift. There seems to be no external wounds, but once we shave off the fur that’s already grown, we’ll get a better look. Once we have more information, we’ll continue recording. In the meantime, Dorian, stop recording functions. Keep the camera up, though. I’ll want to get a better look at this guy.”

“Yes, Doctor.” A mechanical voice came from a phone resting on another table, next to several medical instruments. The display floating in front of the man went through slight alterations while still in his hand, and after several more gestures, he had given himself a sufficient closeup of the body.

“You can stop hiding in the corner,” he said to his companion, “you’re not going to get caught on tape.”

The shorter man, despite being nowhere near a corner, had been keeping his distance from the camera’s vision, and was making himself as quiet as possible, lest a cough be heard in the background of the notes. “You don’t have to film your notes, you could just record them and not have to worry about how you look. Or better yet, just write them down.” Not in the business of being a hypocrite, in his hands rested a beat up notebook with an equally aged pen, one of many located on his person, filled with lines upon lines of notes.

“As fun as that looks, I think it’s better in the long run if people know what the hell I’m saying.” The tall man motioned to his coworker’s notes, which, to be honest, were quite indecipherable to anyone but the man who’d written them. “Besides, I don’t ‘have to’ worry about how I look. I get to take an opportunity to show myself off.” To this, the other man didn’t even acknowledge he’d said anything.

The men stood in a cramped lab, both wearing long white coats and making their own notes on information being displayed on holographic screens floating around them. Between them rested a medical table with the corpse; it looked like it used to be human, but its features were warped and misshapen. The two had been silent for some time when the taller man finally spoke up. “So we’re not going to say anything to each other until we have to?”

The shorter man removed his glasses and wiped them off. “You want a conversation? What do you want to talk about?” His eyes never left the displays.

“I don’t know, I just can’t stand the professionalism. Two of the most brilliant doctors in the world, finally in the same room, and they just work quietly? Sounds pretty disappointing.”

“And that brings us back to the first thing I said, what do you want to talk about?” The shorter man had yet to shift his focus from any of the screens, his mind racing to make sense of the information he was writing down. He seemed rather poorly put together, like a man who’d forgone some of the more advanced aspects of personal hygiene. He adjusted his glasses and stared at a particularly odd portion of data.

“We could talk about you.” The taller man, by contrast, had put a great more deal of effort into his appearance. Better posture, maintained hair, and immaculately clean shaven, every movement was precise and calculated to make himself look good. “Specifically, we could talk about my theories about you.” He waved his hand and several of the displays in front of him shrunk away to give him more room to think.

The shorter man winced, but took a deep breath and did his best to sound polite, “And what, may I ask, are your theories?”

“For one, I think you’re holding him back.”

Now it was the other man’s turn to wave away his displays, letting his opposite see the  frustration on his face, “You think I’m holding him back? Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do. I’d rather not let him destroy and kill whatever he comes across.”

In the time it took him to make his statement, his partner had taken his phone and brought up two more displays, one of which was a picture from a news site, the other a list of measurements for a large, human shaped creature. “Look at the way everything’s destroyed in these photos. With his musculature, everything here should look way worse. Believe it or not, I know a thing or two about what the human body is capable of. He’s clearly not being aimless in his destruction; everything is just roughed up, not crushed to bits.”

“Look, Victor, I’m not sure where you’re going with this. I already said, I try my best to keep him under control. Edward still does whatever he wants, I just… make sure he doesn’t crush everything, I guess?”

“But that’s what I’m talking about! You’re focused on stopping him, but the way you talk about it all, you shouldn’t get any say in the matter. I don’t think Eddie is as out of control as you think.” Victor tapped his phone and projected several more screens with news stories between them. “I don’t think his targets are random; shady vampire nightclubs, gargoyle poachers, several of these people have been trying various ways to replicate your formula. Did you ever find it strange that he only goes after things you personally don’t like?”

“You know what? I think we’re done talking.” The smaller man had already brought his screens back up and went back to work. “Let’s just get this finished so we can go home and we never have to talk again.”

“Oh, there’s not much we can do now, I’ve had a sample of the fur sent for analysis. We just need to wait for the results.” Victor gave a smile that was dripping with smugness. “Which means we get to talk more about you, Hank.”

“Hold on,” the other man said, once again waving away his holograms. “First, I told you to call me Henry. Second, why did you bother getting the fur analysed? This looks like a pretty cut and dry case of lycanthropy. Probably killed in the middle of his change.”

“But it’s not cut and dry!” Victor ran around the table to Henry’s side and, lifted the body’s right hand, which was as grotesque and out of proportion as the rest of the man’s body; the mere act of picking it up required the full effort of both of Victor’s arms. “Look at this! If we compare it to his left hand, which has barely changed at all…” he ran back to his side of the table and raised the hand, which seemed mostly normal by comparison, outside of the fingernails being twice the size one would expect them to be.

“Yeah, it’s bigger and messed up, that’s what happens when it turns into a claw.” Henry said, annoyed by his colleague’s antics.

“Yes! But there’s no way it’d get this big.” Vic shot back, unceremoniously dropping the hand back onto the table. “If this poor bastard was just suffering from regular lycanthropy, it’d be at least a fourth of its current size. Something’s way off about this, so I took a sample of fur and I’m getting it checked out.”

Henry looked at the body, then at his notes, everything Victor said about the hands was true, but something was bothering him. “When did you get a fur sample? You haven’t left that spot since I’ve been in here, much less left the room for analysis.”

“Oh, I took care of that before you got here, I noticed it a few seconds after I first saw the body, I’ve just been killing time waiting for the results. Should be almost done, actually.”

Henry sighed, “Then what have you been doing the whole time I’ve been working?”

“Reading up on you! I had you scanned as soon as you walked through the door. I have to say, your physiology is incredible!”

“You scanned me?”

“I scan everyone, don’t feel special. Hey, new theory; You still have to let Eddie come out and play every now and then, don’t you?”

Henry was stunned. He’d worked so hard to keep that a secret, and Victor had found out within an hour of meeting him. He stammered slightly before finding the right words, “How did you find out?”

Victor brought up more of his displays and turned them so they faced Henry. “It wasn’t that hard, not for me anyways. A lot of your organs, particularly those in your circulatory and cardiovascular systems, are pretty out of proportion. They likely shouldn’t function for longer than a few weeks. I’m guessing around the time that Eddie stopped being an angrier version of yourself and started being an actual monster was around the same time this started happening; your body couldn’t totally handle the strain of shrinking back. What’s interesting is that these effects would’ve reverted on their own if you stopped juicing up. But I was under the impression that there wasn’t any addictive components in your formula, so either I’m wrong- unlikely- or you’re having fun and don’t want to admit it.”

“It’s not that simple!” Henry snapped, a twinge of panic leaking through his voice, “If I stop drinking it cold turkey, then my oversized organs run the risk of failure. Putting an end to becoming Edward needs to be a carefully measured process; if I don’t drink enough, then it kills me, and if I drink too much… I’m not really sure what happens there, but none of the simulations show any promise!”

Victor put a hand on his colleague’s shoulder, “I get it-”

“I doubt you’re going through the same thing.” Henry tried to push his hand off of him, but Victor ignored his efforts.

“Hank, neither of us are here because of what we’re proud of. Our greatest accomplishments are specifically rooted in ruining our fucking lives! I may not turn into anything or lose control like you, but I made a god damned monster. I still have nightmares of its face staring up at me as it was confronted with the existential horror of being alive. So yeah, I might know a thing or two about what you’re going through. Now, we don’t have to continue this line of conversation if you want, that’s fine, but if you want to keep talking, know that I’m prepared to.”

Henry stared in silence, unsure of how to respond. Seconds later a disappointed looking Victor shook his head and went back to making notes.

After a moment of quiet that lasted far too long, a small voice came from Victor’s phone. “Doctor, your analysis of the fur has been completed.”

Eager for the shift in tone, Victor happily spoke up. “Don’t know what I’d do without you, Dorian. Go ahead and bring up the results.” Victor had barely finished talking when several screens reappeared with lines upon lines of new data scrolling on them. Once again, Dorian’s voice chimed in.

“I’ve taken the liberty of marking particularly unique portions of data for you.” True to his word, multiple lines of code stood out in red highlights.

“Could you cut out the middleman and just show those portions?” Victor said, his mind racing with the implications of what he was reading.

“Of course, Doctor.”

Henry adjusted his glasses again, pushing the previous conversation to the back of his head so he could focus on the results. “None of these readings are making sense, this isn’t like any case of lycanthropy I’ve ever seen.”

“Probably because it isn’t like any case of lycanthropy that’s ever been. Check out the genetics.”

Henry’s eyes darted to another screen and he skimmed through its data until a glaring detail stood out to him. “That can’t be right. These sequences don’t make sense.” His words trailed off as he brought his hands up, signaling for a holographic keyboard to appear under them. He ran several searches through a genetic database until he found what he was looking for.

“What the hell’s going on?” Victor asked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. “None of these results line up with any known species of wolf, much less any known werewolves!”

“That’s because they aren’t lupine,” Henry started, gesturing for one of his screens to be copied over to Victor. “They’re ursine. Whatever’s going on, this guy was on his way to becoming the first known werebear.”

Now it was Victor’s turn to be stunned. He read over the screens several more times before he finally accepted the reality that Henry had laid out for him. “This is… incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“If I had to guess, cause of death is the same thing you saw in me, but on a larger scale. This guy’s insides got way to big way too fast, and his body couldn’t handle it.”

“You’re half right,” Victor started, his head slowly turning towards the window. “That definitely happened to him, but it didn’t kill him.” He calmly walked away from his work station and began packing up several items.”

“You mean something else killed him?”

“I mean nothing killed him. I know more about the dead than anyone else on on the damn planet, and I can say that that man’s not dead yet. I should’ve seen it before, but I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Those changes were brought on by an artificial full moon, probably a UV light with a lunar prism on it, it lead to a slower, uneven change, until the poor bastard couldn’t function. No blood flow, no breathing, stuck mid change, obviously he’d be pronounced dead.” He scolded himself as he finished grabbing his things. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“So now what? The great Doctor Frankenstein solves a medical mystery and now he’s on his way? Why don’t you stick around, see if we can’t change him back?”

Victor snapped around to face him. “Because he’s past the point of changing back, the transformation can only proceed. You should get going too, seeing as our wonderful little laboratory has a nice big window with a great view of the city!”

Henry looked out the window that took up most of one of the lab’s walls. Sure enough, it did offer a great view of the city, but it also gave the viewer a breathtaking sunset every night, much like the sun setting right now. An overlay projected on the corner of the window contained a helpful display that informed the viewer of various details such as the date, time, weather, and, most worryingly, the phase of the moon that would be in the sky that night. Without missing a beat, Henry began packing his things as well. “So what, you were just going to leave me in there if I hadn’t asked?”

“You wouldn’t have been helpless, I’m sure you keep some formula on you wherever you go. Don’t bother grabbing all the pens just go.”

Despite Victor’s protests, Henry did grab his pens and shoved theminto his pockets before hurrying out the door, just in time to hear unsettling cracks coming from the table. “I don’t think having Edward and that… thing interacting would make the situation any better.”

Once they were both out the door, Victor pulled out his phone. “Dorian, put Lab 7 into lockdown, and get Captain Talbot on the line. Actually, turn the video recording in the lab back on while you’re at it. Might as well get some data out of this.” As he spoke, the Lab’s blast doors began descending, eventually blocking out the sounds of pained groaning that had started emanating from the subject on the table. “Larry, glad to hear your voice. I need N.O.B.L.E. Forces on Floor 15, silver armements. Subject was incorrectly pronounced dead and is a pretty heavy security risk. Yes, Dr. Jekyll and I have evacuated the area and we are making our way towards the elevators. Stairs? You sure? Alright, but that’s our blood on your hands. Got it. Tell your men they’ll need heavier ammunition than they’re expecting, but I want that thing captured, not killed. Well tell them to try to capture it. Thank you.” On that final note, the Doctor finally put his phone away as the two men made their way towards the stairs.

“He’s right, you know. In an emergency, stairs are generally the safer option.” Henry said after Victor hung up.

“What ‘I know’ is that I’m right, you should let Ed deal with that. He’d be way more useful in restraining that thing then a bunch of armed goons.”

“Why do you want to catch it anyways?”

“Because I would kill for an interview to figure out what the hell lead to a man turning into that. A mutation to that degree doesn’t happen in nature.”

“What, you’re saying someone made that?”

“I’m not only saying that, but I’m saying that if it was in such a state that I thought it was dead, then whoever’s behind it probably thinks it was a failure when they dumped the body.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Henry said, taking a second to catch his breath on one of the landings.

“How many iterations of your formula did you have to go through before Ed came out? If whoever did this is anything like us, which I’m willing to wager they are, then a perceived failure is just a setback, they’re going to try something like this again, and soon, if they can.”

Henry paused for only a moment as the full implications of what he was just told sunk in. “We have to tell the Director about this! Get a whole investigation launched.”

“We’ll tell Rose everything we can after this is all dealt with. In the meantime, our only option is to get somewhere safe and get ready for whatever’s next.” Despite the confidence Victor spoke with, his head was racing with a thousand different questions, none of which he could properly answer. Normally, being like this just made him uncomfortable, but in this moment, for the first time in decades, he was scared.

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

Drakgo Fic - Gap

Drakken feels weird about how much older he is than Shego when meeting her friends.

Drew Theodore P. Lipsky AKA the infamous Dr. Drakken had overcome many obstacles in his life.  He fought Kim Possible more times than he could count (and he could count pretty high). He managed to evade punishment for his many dastardly deeds in the past. Even when he was captured, prison wasn’t that bad; a Hannibal Lecter-esque high tech cell that sounded alarms every time his back popped is quite cozy once you get used to the electronic hum. Although, meeting his wife’s best friends was one obstacle he wasn’t sure he could conquer successfully.

Drakken had already met Shego’s immediate family with mixed results within the first few months of them dating. Not that Shego cared if he met her family but she couldn’t deny how awkward it would be if the first time they met her husband was at the wedding (even if they did elope). Her brother Heath turned up the machismo and pulled the ‘if you hurt my baby sister blah blah blah…” Michael seemed annoyed that he was dragged into this and had better things to do. The twins Wesley and William didn’t care, just a quick hi and they ran off to play. Her mother, Kate, thankfully, seemed to be the only one with a good head on her shoulders and only a little intimidating. Her father, well, Shego hasn’t spoken to him in a long time. He was invalid in her mind. Drakken meeting her friends was an actual priority for Shego. It took some orchestrating since they went to different colleges and lived in different states but finally made it work for a long weekend together.

They were throwing a small housewarming party. For many years, home was a lab that happened to have living quarters for Drakken and Shego and barracks for the henchman. Now, the lab was across town. Global Justice didn’t like them on too long of a leash. They managed to get out many of their personal belongings from all the past lairs (after GJ checked them of course) before destroying the lairs. That didn’t stop Drakken from starting a new lab down in the basement…

He didn’t know what to expect at first. The Mothman? A Chupacabra? A pack of wild wolves? Drakken couldn’t imagine Shego having normal friends, especially when her life changed drastically at such a young age. So, he did some sleuthing. Okay, okay, he searched Shego’s friend's list on Facebook. If he had an actual lab at home, he could unleash his real computer skillz.

Savannah Coffman, 27, BFA in visual arts, working towards her Masters, both from CalArts; unemployed.

Jill Nesbitt, 26, BBA, owns her own business in New Orleans. One citation for yelling ‘come at me, bro!’ at a living statue street performer.

Okay, nothing too alarming.

As their arrival time drew near, Commodore Puddles was put outside in the fenced backyard with water and plenty of toys to keep him busy. He really did not like company. When the doorbell rang, he started barking furiously and running back and forth to each side gate and back to the backdoor. How dare those filthy humans not let him have his prey!

“Don’t be weird,” Shego whispered harshly, before opening the door.

“Stephanie!” Jill and Savannah screeched, excitedly.

They enveloped Shego in a tight hug. Drakken was surprised that Shego didn’t seem to mind, even reciprocated. She didn’t let just anybody touch her. There were times when she wasn’t crazy that he was hugging her.

Drakken stood there in awkwardly as they greeted each other, complimenting each other’s looks and remarking on how long it had been since they last seen each other.

“Guys,” Shego said, nodding her head towards Drakken.

“Wow, you aren’t what I was expecting,” Jill said.

“Thanks?” Drakken replied, not sure how to take it.

Savannah studied him, “Yeah, I guess I expected the tall and dark type.”

“Yeah,” Jill added, “You guys were evil and whatnot at one point. You kinda look like my dad, but on a bad day.”

“I mean, he has a scar…”

“He got it from shaving,” Shego said, barely holding back laughter.

Jill got very close to Drakken’s face, who tried to lean away “What’s with the blue veins?” She asked Shego.

“Okay!” Shego interrupted, “This is Drew.” She said as she pulled Jill away from him.

They exchanged awkward hellos. Drakken already wanted to find a cave and hide.

Shego quickly ushered them into the living room while handing Drakken the bottle of wine Jill had brought that was forgotten in the welcoming frenzy. He had always wanted to see New Orleans, he thought as he set out to make the drinks. Shego was more of a Jack and Diet Coke kinda gal.

“Shit Steph, you have an actual place. I practically live in a closet above my shop.” Jill said.

“Same.  Student Housing.” Savannah added.

“Don’t follow my example,” Shego warned, throwing herself on the couch with her legs across it.

As Drakken prepared their drinks, the women talked hurriedly and loudly in excitement and howled with laughter. It sounded like a coven of crazed witches planning their next ritual. He was just really glad that Shego was having fun.

He brought in the drinks and sat down next to Shego, moving her legs. She scowled at him as he did so but ignored her.

“Steph, look what I found,” Jill said, pulling out a worn, furry blue photo album.

Shego’s nickname hit his ears. She was very selective with who she let address her by her real name or any part of it.

She gasped in recognition as Jill and Savannah crowded around them.

Drakken peered over Shego’s shoulder. There were pictures of the young girls at sleepovers with butterfly clips in their hair, first days of school on sunny mornings, them pulling faces in a school hallway in front of lockers (Shego had braces?!), a group picture of them at prom and at graduation. A picture taken of the girls at a dance in line for the Cha-Cha Slide with Shego dressed tight jeans, focusing on her footwork. Shego was blonde at one point!? Shego with a purple streak in her thick, raven hair, Shego and her friends scowling at the camera with thick black eyeliner circling their eyes. Shego with alternative, teased hair, sticking her tongue out.

“No!” Shego howled, covering her face in embarrassment, “Burn that thing! It’s too cringey!”

Damn. Even some of his teenage photos were in black and white. Was their age gap that severe? Some of the slang Shego used sounded like a foreign language to him.    What if they had kids? Drakken didn’t want to senile before his child’s graduation.

Their age difference of ten or so years never truly crossed his mind until then. As much as they were opposites in personality, they agreed on many things. Just different enough to keep things interesting, similar enough to keep a relative peace. In fact, the only time age was an issue was with the radio setting, when Drakken wanted to listen to the 70’s or 80’s station and Shego would roll her eyes and call the music corny. That, or have no idea who was playing.

Drakken had long ago accepted the fact that Shego was way out of his league, that he was the picture of a flattered fool. Even though he was a scientist, and scientists are taught to question everything, he chose not to. He knew Shego loved him and that she was trustworthy. Still, things got to him.

“Hey, Doc, has Steph told you about the time she tripped during eight grade graduation and knocked down our entire line?”

“No, no, no,” Jill said waving her hand excitedly and putting her glass down on the coffee table. “Remember the time she projectile vomited all over Amberlynn in tenth grade and everyone called her puky-lynn until we graduated?”

“Well, she was being a bitch and I had the stomach flu. It was just good timing,” Shego replied casually, playing with her hair.

“You should have seen it! She looked like the kid from the Exorcist!”

“And she looked so proud of herself afterward!”

“I was proud of myself afterward!

They lost themselves in stories of teachers; the good, the bad and the ugly, field trips and other school memories. Feeling self-conscious, Drakken excused himself with little notice from the women.

Shego, however, noticed and could tell something was wrong. She gave him some time before slipping away while Jill and Savannah argued about who really stole Savannah’s rainbow gel pen in fourth grade. Spoiler alert, it was Shego.

She found her husband in the bedroom, “What? Do we have cooties or something?” She teased as she sat down next to him.

Drakken was lost in thought, not looking at his wife. “Am I really that old?” He finally asked, not exclusively to Shego.

Shego scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Are we really doing this?”

“Yes! I feel like I’m robbing the cradle!”

“You need to chill. Don’t put much stock into what Jill says. I’m not entirely sure she’s human.”

That got a chuckle from the scientist.

“Has anyone who we actually like cared about our age gap?” Shego urged.

“Well, Mother was concerned- “

Shego cut him of dismissively, “She doesn’t count. Look, we’ve been through a lot of stuff together. How many times have we been separated because one of us was in jail and yet we got right back to where we were like it never happened? Drew. I hate to admit these kinda things, but you are more mature and wiser than me. How often do I rush into something stupid and you pull me back, telling me to think?”

The time she wanted to spend a good chunk of her bank account on a new purse when what she really needed was a new pair of boots for her suit came to mind.

And the time she really wanted to go BASE jumping while she was recovering from a concussion brought on by Ron Stoppable.

And anytime she speeds or runs a red light.

Despite all the stress he felt worrying for her general safety, she did keep things interesting.

“Not just that, remember the time we decided we wanted to go see the Northern Lights on the spur of the moment and we just kept traveling for nearly a month? Or that mosh pit at the Ghost concert last Halloween? Naked Twister?  What about Rex the crocodile? She wouldn’t have survived if we didn’t take care of her for that month after she was injured in that hurricane. Tell me, would some broad your age go for all those things? I’m even including the crazy and exciting things we did and still get to do as part of our jobs!” She said.

Shego sat down on Drakken’s lap, wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes, “You aren’t the type of guy I’d date, let alone marry, but those guys were actual idiots. I don’t know how they’re still alive, whether from forgetting to breathe or staring at the sun for too long. I found out that I want substance in a guy and to have an actual conversation with my significant other. I found out that that’s what I want.”

Drakken smiled contently, “Thank you, Stephanie. I love you.”

“I love you, Drew.”

They sealed their proclamations with a kiss.

“You’re still a doofus though,” Shego said once they pulled away.

Drakken groaned. She could only be so nice.

“Are we good?” She asked.

Drakken nodded.

“Great, because Amberlynn lives around here and we’re gonna go egg her house,” Shego said, grinning deviously.

“I’ll drive and get my bat to knock over her mailbox!” Drakken replied giddily.

“See? We’re still a perfect team!”

[gerec]

Emma’s Birthday/Holiday Party and Erik’s Stupid Face

I don’t know why but I absolutely love writing fics about/set during big parties, especially birthdays or during the holidays as an excuse to throw everybody together for shenanigans! Anyway, here’s 1400 words of a modern au for @lachatblanche, featuring Charles and his childhood bestie Tony Stark. It has all our (hers and mine) favourite tropes including:

- Tony and Charles and Emma as filthy rich, emotionally damaged childhood best friends - Avengers crossovers - Erik as the asshole ex Charles can’t get over - Charles with a VHG (very hot guy) expressly to make Erik green with jealousy  - Still have powers au where everyone exists but nobody is a superhero

Enjoy!

He’s been in the car for ten minutes when his cell starts ringing, blasting AC/DC’s ‘Thunderstruck’ loud enough to jolt him from his half comatose state. 

“Oh my god I just landed,” Charles groans into his state-of-the-art, Stark issued phone slash satellite GPS slash probable supercomputer, “can’t whatever this is wait until I get home? Preferably after I throw myself face first into my bed for the next twenty four hours?”

“No can do, Charles-y my boy,” is the answer he gets, which – to be fair – is exactly the answer he’d expect from his best and oldest friend. “It’s T minus nine hours until Emma’s party and you’re nowhere near ready for a full scale, Frost patented holiday extravaganza.”

A week ago it had seemed like a brilliant idea, catching a ride back to New York on Tony’s private jet, after wrapping his semester as guest lecturer at Oxford. He would make it back in time for Emma’s birthday, and then spend the rest of the holidays binging on Netflix and Chinese take-out. But the last forty eight hours had turned out to be an absolute slog, trying to tie up so many loose ends that he can barely keep his eyes open, and the last thing he wants to do now is get all dressed up and go to a glitzy, high profile party—

“Do you think I could get away with a no show?” he asks, heaving a tired sigh when Tony starts laughing, entirely unsympathetic and not at all helpful. “I mean, how painful do you think it’ll be on a scale of one to ten? When I’m being murdered by Emma in cold blood.”

“She’ll kill you, resurrect you and then kill you again,” Tony replies, which is ridiculous and also, not that far from the truth. “Listen, all you have to do is make an appearance, kiss the birthday girl and drink some champagne…we used to party much, much harder on way less sleep.”

“God, Tony that was over ten years ago! I have an actual career these days, and responsibilities, and—”

“Stop, stop, you’re killing me here, Charles,” Tony interjects. “If I can do it than you can do it too! In case you’ve forgotten I am also a very important person, making big decisions and doing all the grown up things!”  

Charles scoffs. “You mean you have Pepper handling all your actual work while you tinker in your lab day and night. And unless you’re willing to let me hire her away—”

“No! You get your own Pepper, Xavier! She’s a thousand percent off limits I mean it—”

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a sigh, content to listen to Tony go off on a tangent about his PA. It’s a little funny, how the man is still in such ridiculous denial over his very intense, very possessive feelings for Pepper; though hopefully, Tony figures it out soon – by New Year’s ideally – or Charles is going to lose his shirt in the gang���s betting pool.

“—are you even listening to me? Charles? Did you fall asleep?”

“No, no sorry just resting my eyes,” he answers, and Tony huffs with feigned annoyance, before launching into another tirade about Charles acting like a boring old man. The whole thing is inexplicably soothing and familiar, making him realize just how much he’s been missing his sister and his closest friends in the months he’s been away. 

Still, there’s no good reason to give in to Tony’s machinations without putting up at least a token fight.

“I don’t have anything to wear. My tux was ruined remember? And I haven’t had the chance to get a new one yet.”

“Emma picked one out for you and my tailor’s on his way over with it. He’ll get you fitted and do the alterations there.”

“My hair’s a right mess. I need to get it cut.”

“Raven’s got a guy. She’s bringing him over.”

“Food? Sleep? I’m in no shape for—”

Tony cuts him off before he can finish. “Done and done. Food will be delivered and you have five hours to nap. That leaves you four hours to shower, shave and get dolled up for the party. My car’s coming to get you at seven p.m. sharp.”

Charles can’t help it; he laughs and laughs at the absurd, military-like precision of Tony’s whole ‘get Charles to the party’ operation. “Did you happen to get me a date too? Is someone going to be gift wrapped and hand delivered to my door at nineteen hundred hours?”

He’s kidding of course, because even Tony wouldn’t go so far as to set him up with a blind date within his first twenty four hours back on U.S. soil. But then—

“Actually, yeah. I know a guy. Handsome, artist, ex-Army Captain. Too bland for me but he’s right up your alley. You’ve got a thing about good manners.”

It takes a moment for Charles to actually register the words, before his mind catches up to the implication of what Tony’s just said. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. I’m in absolutely no shape to meet new people. Especially hot new people I might want to make a good first impression on. And possibly take home some other time I’m not feeling like death warmed over for sex.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then a considering hum before Tony decides to drop the proverbial bomb. “Are you sure? ‘Cause your ex is coming tonight.”

Charles doesn’t whine – though it’s a near thing – but he does groan pitifully, leaning forward to bang his head on the back of the front passenger seat. “Why? Why did you guys invite him? You know how I get around Erik, especially after a few drinks—”

“Hey it wasn’t me! Emma invited him, ‘cause I guess they’re still friends or some shit. You have only yourself to blame though, with all that ‘it’s fine that we broke up you guys don’t have to pick sides or stop being friends with him’ crap. You know if you just told her how you really feel she’ll stab him in the heart with her stiletto heel and serve it to you on a silver platter.”

“She’s a telepath too! I shouldn’t have to tell her…” It’s a weak assed excuse and he knows it.

“Whatever. Are you sure you don’t want a hot date? You and I both know that bastard’s going to bring someone young and flashy to try and make you jealous, and you’re going to totally fall for it again like you did last time and the time before that. And then you’re going to end up having hate sex with him again, even though you swore it would never, ever happen, until the next time it happens and you—"

“Ugh please shut up; you’re the worst friend I’ve ever had in my entire life!”

Tony snorts. “You mean I’m the best friend you’ve ever had or will ever have, because who else would line up a bona fide sex god for you to piss off your stupid ex-boyfriend? Me that’s who. Now are you in or not?”

“Send me a picture,” he says and promptly hangs up, cutting Tony off before he can remind Charles what a mess his life has become, and how he really shouldn’t have tried to take the high road after the messy breakup ten months ago.

The cell pings then, three, four, five times in rapid succession; no doubt the pictures of said blind date as Charles requested. His interest is half-hearted at best, that is, until he gets an eyeful of sweaty, muscle-y biceps in the very first image, a side shot of a tall, blond, very well built man making mincemeat out of the swaying punching bag. The next shot is even better, showing the front of the man as he’s jogging towards the camera, t-shirt slightly too tight over his bulging chest and arms. He’s absolutely, positively, drop dead gorgeous, and Charles can’t wait to walk into Emma’s party, arm-in-arm with his very own Adonis come to life.

It does not give him a hot surge of vicious satisfaction, imagining the sour expression on Erik’s stupid face.

He sends Tony a quick text. Name?

Steve Rogers. Rank Captain. Retired, US Army.

Charles scrubs his face and chuckles as he types his reply. 

I’m in.

[iheartgrayson]

who's he? | grayson dolan

💘FLUFFY💘

A/N: I had seen dads shaving and then showing their selves at their children and I couldn’t resist the idea with Grayson’s new look. So here it goes….😍

You were beyond surpised with the twin’s idea and extremely excited for filming the video with the twins this week because it was kind of special for both you and Grayson.

First of all, it was the first video of them being proud adults. They haven’t stop talking about being eighteen and adults and legal. You had turned eighteen some months ago and you were that excited too so you understood them.

Secondly, it was the first video that you would be showing yours and Grayson’s baby girl, Remington. She was never planted but you loved the gift God blessed you with even if it was in that young of age. She was a miracle both you and Grayson had created and made your life so much better.

She was five months and you believed it was good enough to post a video of her in public and she kind of fitted in that specific video too.

“I can’t believe you are making me do this, dude.” Grayson whined at his older twin who had a sinister smile on his face.

“Well, you should be clever next time bro. But clearly it won’t happen because I am the smarter twin.” Ethan said and turned the camera to his face and winked.

You were sitting there watching the whole scene getting emotionally prepared for what was about to happen. You saw the guy coming in the small room and working on the nose pirerce on your boyfriend’s nose. He closed his eyes tight and reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers and squishing them.

You smiled at his adorableness. You looked at his face and your eyes widened at him. He was hot with the nose piercing.

Next top it was their mother’s salon. It was the best person for that kind of job.

So that’s why Lisa started working on Grayson’s eyebrows making two lines.

“Oh my Gosh.” He was pissed off at both me and Ethan since we were laughing our asses off with the grimaces he was making.

“I believe we look fraternal now Ethan.” Grayson groaned out and rolled his eyes at us.

“I think no.” Ethan said and tapped his chin with his finger. “One more thing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s brother and then turned to Grayson. “He is such an evil bitch.” He groaned running his hands through his marvelous silky hair while Ethan was chatting with their mom.

“Hey, it’s okay. Think about about our girl.” I tried to take his mind off and it worked as Grayson smiled like a fool at the mention of her.

“Fuck, you found my weakness.” He replied and you both laughed as now Lisa turned his chair and prepared him.

“What is she going to do to him?” I asked Ethan.

“Let’s say that your little clown is going to look brighter.” That was so confusing but as your eyes landed on the paintbrush and paint you understood what he was talking about.

“Oh no!” You said scared as Ethan started laughing like an evil guy.

“I don’t know what to say.” Grayson replied as the camera was pointing at his face.

“You look like a punk.” Ethan said as Lisa finished with him and turned to look at himself on the mirror. The way the aluminum foil was wrapped indeed made him look like a punk.

One hour later he was done and it was time to look at the results. You were all so much surprised but you had to admit he was such a hot and handsome little snack. You were so damn turned on.

“Let’s go and see how my niece would react to that.” Ethan said to the camera and smirked.

You were soon back home. Sean and Cameron hsd stayed behind to watch over Remington while you had gone to Grayson’s make over.

“Go upstairs and take her before I reveal myself.” Grayson pointed out and you nodded your head.

You walked upstairs and Ethan was behind you ready to start filming. Your baby girl was on her baby crib while Cameron was showing her toys. “You’re back.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah,” You said and smiled to your baby who started bubbling loudly as soon as her small eyes fall on you. You bent down and took her in your arms and kissed her cheek. “And we are ready to shoot. Say hi to the camera Remi.” You pointed at Ethan’s hands and she soon looked over there.

“Hey beautiful.” Ethan said with a baby voice and made baby noises.

“Do you want to see daddy, huh?“ Her head snapped so fast at the world ‘daddy’ that made all of you laugh. She was such a daddy’s girl and didn’t try to hide it. “Yes? You want to see Dada? Such a daddy’s girl.” You winked over the camera and yelled at Grayson so he could come over.

“Hey, Remi. Look this.” Ethan had grabbed a diggling toy and shook it so her eyes would stick on it instead so Grayson could step inside the room.

Soon, he tip toed inside and stood by the window. This time Cameron took the camera so Ethan could stand beside his brother. You walked slowly towards them and turned Remington around slowly and stopped at Grayson.

Her bright hazel eyes averted from you to the twins and soon they landed on Grayson who had his hands waiting for her. You all stood there for a couple seconds and that was when she started crying. Your eyes went wide at her reaction and Grayson’s smile fell.

“What the fuck? My own daughter don’t like me. I look like a stupid.” Grayson explained over the camera while you tried to calm her down.

“Hahaha, that was not what I was expecting at all.” Ethan said and broke into a fit of laughs too when he saw the disappointed look on his brother’s face. “Guys, this is so freaking funny. Gray, your daughter officially doesn’t like you.”

You walked back closer to them, Remi still crying, and pointed at Grayson. “Look, it’s daddy. Daddy, baby.” She continued but her arms extended but not to the person you were all hoping for.

She was shaking her small hands at Ethan, seeing that his face looked more familiar. He grabbed her from you and took her in his arms. “Hey monkey.” He kissed her forehead and shook her slightly, easing her cries.

Two more minutes and she stopped. You were all reviled for that but she didn’t stop there. No, her vision was locked at Grayson’s sad and broken face and she was examining the new unfamiliar face.

You three stood there waiting for a reaction from her. One whole minute and that was. That was when the biggest toothless smile broke into her pinkish lips as she shook her feet in happiness hiting Ethan’s stomach on the progress and her hands danced towards Grayson.

You looked over him and saw the exact same smile on his face, only he had teeth.

He grabbed her immediately and planted the biggest kiss in her cheek. “I knew it. I knew that you would recognize me princess. Guys, she is such a clever baby. Oh my God.” He said and kissed her again.

She fell on his face and started bubbling again and making weird baby noises.

“So, guys. That is for this week’s video. It was extremely fun and I am so glad that finally that mystery that hanted us for over eighteen years has been solved.” Ethan said facing the camera.

“Yeah… I don’t have anything else to say.” Grayson sighed and hugged his daughter tighter to his chest.

“I want to thank our special guest star here.” Ethan turned towards Remington and teased her small feet. She was unaffected by this as she sucked her thumb. “okay, anyway. So…”

“Peace.” Both twins said and Cameron shut off the camera.

“Jesus, you now look fraternal guys.” She said and walked off.

“At least someone thinks my hair look good.” Grayson said and pointed at Remington as her small fingers grabbed a fistfull of his blonde hair.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so fucking turned on by this new look of yours.” You stated.

“Jesus baby, not in front of our princess.” He put a protective hand over her ear as you all laughed.

[petite-gaufrette]

My Coworker Found My Onlyfans Pt. 3

Okay, here we go again. If you’re barely walking in, you’re late. You’d have to go back a few stories to understand how we got here. I get asked too often about what’s been going on between my coworker and I since then. We’ve had a couple of sexual encounters prior. So much sexual tension between us has built. I don’t understand it much though, I’m not even fond of the guy. Folks think just because we see each other daily things are happening but not really, these situations are random.

We’ve been so busy at work these passed weeks, it’s hard to try anything really. Not sure if it’s because we were in retrograde then aha i’m playing, but nah there were a couple of shifts where we’d bump heads. Miscommunication especially- will get us lit. I get it though, he works where it’s so loud. You can barely hear anything. Its funny bc once we close and it’s quiet we laugh about it and sometimes even apologize for being rude/mean.

A couple weeks ago, something came up. In the midst of bickering he started saying something like “if you don’t cut it out, i’m gonna smack you..”. Shits funny to me, pissing him off. 90% it’s intentional. But the other 10% is an accident. This day particularly, he was buggin’ buggin’. Thank god we were already closed, it was him, another coworker and myself left in the store. We’re cleaning, closing up you know? I noticed he kept stopping to adjust his pants from the crotch area.

Keep in mind I haven’t seen his cock yet, so I’ve been curious since, if I’m being honest since I’ve met him. He’s light skin af, blonde colored eyed Mexican, I wonder if his dick is pink. Does he shave his balls? Or? Idk. Anyways, he catches me zoning out while checking him out, “What’s up..” he said with a look on his face. I respond “Nothing..” with a big ass smile on my face. Like I wasn’t just fantasizing about what his dick might or might not look like. He asked my coworker while staring at me if he was almost done which my coworker then replied- just about. My heart started racing, oh he wants to play…tonight?

Moments before my coworker left I quickly went into our restroom where I took off my uniform top and bra only wearing my black long sleeve undershirt. My tits covered by a thin sheer layer of cloth. I stepped out, my other coworker had just dipped. I looked around, I couldn’t find him. I walked to the back, casually rubbing my soft nipples into perky hard ones. Getting closer to the back I can hear him. He’s standing behind this wall where the camera cuts off, hands himself against the sink. Mask off, smirking.

I got in his personal space, stood right in front of him. I’m looking up at him, he’s looking down at me, his hands meet my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, we started making out. No words. His hands start wondering right away, going straight for my chest. Cupping my tits, massaging them while pressing on my nipples over my shirt. Tongue swapping, pulling each other in. I went for it. I started massaging his groin, I felt something already pressing hard up against his pants. I tried my best cupping him, but his pants were too tight.

He makes me stand back and slowly lifts up my tight shirt, exposing one tit at a time. Gravity making them hang and jiggle with any moment I make. He just looked down, squeezing them together. Crouching down, he started sucking on my nipple like a baby. Attached. Whole mouth covering my areola, making this tongue tip pressing up against my nipple. Mmmm. Switching off on my tits, I’d just caress his head and face as he did. I was getting fucking wet real fast.

Rubbing my pussy for me over my slacks, his middle finger splitting my phat pussy lips. There’s a level of horniness that once crossed, there’s no going back. I’m fucking you raw. I just didn’t want that with him for some reason, I can’t fuck my coworker/coworkers ever. So I was at a crossroads for a second. It’s been awhile since I’ve been touched. “You’re tits are glorious, even better in person. So soft, so sexy. Fuck.” He gently slapped one.

That’s when I reached down and started unbuckling his belt. Maintaining eye contact, I love watching a man get nervous, excited. Without looking away, I managed to pull his hard dick out. Wow, so veiny and stiff. I leaned in for a soft kiss, as I gently got a hold of his cock, caressing it. Feeling it up entirely, ok little fuzz nothing major. He holds my face while kissing, I started pulling on his foreskin back, making his head pop out. Mushroom head, mmm I love that.

I leaned back and spit in my hand, went back for a kiss. Gripped his cock, and stroked him how I know best. I cupped his balls with my other hand, gently squeezing them. Circular motions. He started squeezing the fuck out of my tits, kissing me harder. Kissing down on my neck hard, squeezing me tightly. I can tell he was getting worked up. Turning around and bringing my pants down came to my mind as I stroked him, jacking him off hard enough to make my tits jiggle.

Contemplating if I should fuck him good or not I was getting really turned on. Idk why I’d hate to give my coworker the satisfaction of fucking me tho, only bc I haven’t been fucked since B.C. (Before Covid) I kinda wanted to save it for something else. Instead, I got down on my knees. Him looking down at me, I looking right back at him while gently stroking it I say “If you look away…I’m gonna stop..”. Almost in slow motion I brought my mouth to the tip of his head. My mouth drooling, lubricating itself by becoming wet.

I haven’t sucked dick in awhile. I kid you not, my head is phenomenal. I’m a nasty bitch on a cock. Gobble fucking gobble. Make me gag, almost vomit I don’t care. I wrapped my mouth around it, letting my tongue explore the sides. Maintaining eye contact with his mouth open, making little groans. I slurped him up. Giving him a couple minutes of pure aggression from my mouth on his dick. I was tearing up, mouth dripping on yo my tits. “Fuck my mouth.” I said.

Pulling some baby hairs away from my face, he got a good grip of my head and I opened wide. Slowly but very quickly I was getting this thick ass mushroom head fucking my tight slimy throat. Making choke like a fucking slut. Gurgling noises while my eyes rolled back. I was so fucking horny. He closed his eyes and his head went back while still tryna fuck my mouth. I pulled away. Within seconds standing up, wiping my face and mouth acting as if I done. I know for a fact he hasn’t came, Idc he looked away.

Standing there with a hard cock, pants to his ankles looking at me like what happened. I chuckled and asked why’d he look away. “Huh?” he said all slow. “I told you I’d stop if you looked away didn’t I?”. “Omg Ria, cmon that was fucking fire holy shit. It just felt so-.” “Ahh Ahh nah, you didn’t listen, you’re not a good boy. Maybe next time.” I said as I kissed his chin, and gave him a light slap on the face.

Enjoy your blue balls boo! You outta fucking listen to me next time. Who knows, I might’ve swallowed your nut doofus. Everyday since he pinches me, pokes my sides when passing me by. Even shoves his hand up my ass in the walk in. Crazy ass. I know he wants it, but is he worthy?

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[thatsnotperiod-blog]

television. pilot. bbc’s jonathan strange and mr norrell is my favorite show i’ve never seen because its whole thing is making an interesting concept (magic) boring by piling on a regency setting, academia, and early 19th century british nationalism. 

Starts out with a raven. It seems hungry! Some guy is putting water and some other dumb crap (is that a broken pen?) in a bowl while his servants watch. He looks like a nerd. The magic didn’t work. But is he in want of a wife? 

He kind of bumbles out to a side street, and, TITLE. 

Sidestreet bumbler bumbles on past a bookstore and is observed in a sinister way by a man who looks really, really similar to him, but is actually a totally separate man. BBC original series are perilous like this. The sinister man is just getting a book so it’s fine though. Ah, Book People. 

Then a narrator tells me that, “Some years ago there was in York a society of magicians. They met on the third Wednesday of every month, and read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic.” The narrator is a dumb idea but just the phrase “dull papers” has my heart pounding. This narration is cut with Our Hero bumbling up to one such meeting, attended by the Most British-Looking Men Available, many in wigs. 

Our Hero is revealed to be an anxious-voiced dilettante called Mr Segundus and he wants to know, “Why is magic no longer done in England?” and his question is greeted with derision, which tells me a couple things, in order 1. that magic may be done elsewhere but certainly is not in France, because if the French were doing magic, Horatio Nelson would be doing it too 2. that magic is probably alive and well in Scotland 3. Mr Segundus must not be in want of a wife as clearly he is not in possession of a good fortune and Mrs Bennet will have to turn her sights elsewhere! 

Mr Segundus gets cornered outside by a man who introduces himself as Honeyfoot (lol) and it’s Brian Pettifer, one of the Several Actors of Britain! He was Couthon in that 2009 French Revolution movie, Mr Raggles in Vanity Fair, Wheeler in To the Ends of the Earth, Poupart (not Poptart) in the Musketeers, and many other things (Growler in Bleak House, Boycott in Garrow’s Law)! Good to see you, Brian Pettifer!

Anyway Honeyfoot (lol) is like, Mr Segundus I agree with you, people should be doing magic. But apparently the books about how to do it are super rare -- even in York! They hit up a book store, and seems like Segundus tried to reserve some magic books but the asshole store owner sold them already. Segundus, visibly deflated, asks if the guy has anything on “the nature of clouds” which, jesus, being a gigantic nerd in the 19th century is so fucking bleak if clouds is your fallback. OMG it was a ruse! While the guy is off looking for cloud books, Segundus hops over the counter and snatches the cash sheet to “find the devil who keeps swiping my books!”

Someone named Norrell, they discover, is the devil in question. They hop in a carriage to go find him. They talk magic on the way there, and Segundus says he bought a nonfunctional spell from a street magician who threw in a free prophecy: “Magic will be returned to England by two magicians.” 

Honeyfoot (lol) is like, “We are two magicians. John Segundus and Mr Honeyfoot (lol)” which is the same construction as the title of the show but ... not ... the right guys. Turns out the street magician set expectations already and Segundus shoots him down. RIP, John Segundus & Mr Honeyfoot, the Show That Never Was. 

They arrive at Mr Norrell’s pad and are admitted by the Sinister Bookstore Guy from earlier. Mr Norrell is a grouchy alpha nerd who has read Segundus’s publications but wants to throw out some criticism anyway. Segundus and Honeyfoot geek sweetly over Norrell’s library. Segundus repeats his question again and the camera zooms hard on Mr Norrell, who says, “It is a wrong question, sir. Magic is not ended in England. I myself am quite a tolerable practical magician.”

! O H S H I T !

Back at the York Society of Extremely British Men, this assertion is shouted down as “absolute tripe.” They decide that they’ll write to Norrell and ask him to show them some magic or shut up. 

York Minster. Nighttime. The Society approaches the front steps, observing that it’s the hour and place appointed but Norrell has clearly chickened out. 

“Mr Norrell concedes defeat!” says their beefiest guy. 

But then Sinister Bookstore guy (his name is Childermass, and I guess he’s Norrell’s servant) appears saying no, Norrell doesn’t concede shit, he’ll just be working from home today, and also he wants everybody to sign a contract promising they will no longer call themselves magicians if he succeeds at magic. Everybody signs, except Segundus, who is like “magic is my life u can’t take it.” Bleak.

Meanwhile Mr Norrell is doing a typical work-from-home where he’s watching Real Housewives of New Jersey in his PJs. Just kidding, he’s waving his hands over a bowl of water. How do people in this show keep themselves from accidentally doing magic while shaving?

The Society wanders into York Minster. Childermass, building his character, finds stuff to lean against. Bells chime.

And then, MAGIC! Some of the carvings at the top of the clustered columns in the nave are talking, and it is real creepy because they’re talking about a murder they witnessed, until the camera gets up there and they look like Statler and Waldorf. The York Society are all freaking out. 

Cut to the rood screen, which of course features statues of all the kings of England and they’re bickering. OK. There’s a Richard III joke which I tepidly laughed at. A carving of a woman with a harp is singing, and a statue of a former archbishop (as York Minster is, in fact, actually a cathedral) yells at Beefy in Latin.

Then the magic is over. Norrell, at home, collapses back in his chair, because a WFH day also involves a lot of early booze. The York Society is invigorated, then sad because they all signed the We’re Not Magicians paper. 

The next day, the York Society of No Longer Magicians is taking down all their signs (lol) while Childermass, building his character, leans back in their chairs and smokes. Segundus says he’s just happy that “magic is restored to England” but then, Segundus didn’t sign shit. 

“Do you think,” Segundus asks Childermass, “Mr Norrell would be offended if I wrote to the London newspapers of this?”

Childermass is like, yes he would be offended, but do it anyway: “I rather think my master has hidden his talent long enough. It’s time for him to take his place, and London is where I will take him.” 

OK then Mr. World’s Worst Press Secretary. 

Meanwhile! Elsewhere! A man rides a horse while Charlotte Riley (!) attends church. Horse Guy is bugging Charlotte Riley from the window, and she hilariously ignores him, but meets him on the way out. 

He’s listing the ways he has reformed himself for her, not playing cards, not flirting with anybody in Brighton (but the Bennets might be there!) not drinking as much, etc. His name is Jonathan, hers is Arabella, and apparently they are in love. All Arabella wants from him is for him to find “a way to occupy [his] time” instead of “perpetual holiday.” 

He gets on one knee, missing the point and saying that he sees he must act. 

“Jonathan,” she says. “Do not act. Think.”

The camera zooms to him to imply that this has not occurred before. 

*** IT’S DAD TIME ***

Jonathan is apparently being prevented from having any occupation by his Mean Old Dad, who tortures the servants and harangues his son for being useless. He sounds like the Mean Old Dad from Moulin Rouge a little.

But it gets worse! “You have proven yourself a failure at everything you have done,” says Mean Old Dad, “and you will have no assistance finding an occupation while I am yet living.”

Yikes! Later. 

Jonathan -- It’s Jonathan Strange, ok, it’s him, the other guy in the show -- is getting a drink with Arabella’s brother and probably venting about his Mean Old Dad. And, yep, there it is: “My father delights in torturing me, as he tortures his servants ... as he tortured my mother.” Wow, that’s the same word I used like two paragraphs up!

“All I’ve ever truly wished for was your sister,” says Strange, clearly thinking that is a sweet thing to say instead of a gross one. Arabrother leaves, and Strange empties a flask into his cup. wellllllllp.

Morning. Hangover. Someone is rapping at the chamber door. Strange’s servants are here to get him because his Mean Old Dad is locked in his office. Turns out he’s mean old dead!

Funeral. Strange triumphant. He wonders how long he should wait before asking Arabella to marry him. 

London! Norrell and Childermass in a carriage, reading Norrell’s press clips. He is causing Quite a Stir, which apparently is his intention, or Childermass’s. Norrell is pissed off that London is loud and expensive and that his WSJ crosshatch portrait isn’t flattering. OK, guy. They pass by a street magician who is talking about “the Raven King” and then gives Norrell the world’s weirdest stare. Norrell bitches that street magicians give the practice of magic an “such an appalling name” and Childermass does a stage mom thing where he tells Norrell that he is the only one who has any real talent and the future of his art depends on him: “This is what you have worked for. This is your great opportunity. If all goes well here, when folk think of a magician...”

“...They will think of myself,” says Norrell, with chilling self-reverence. Childermass gives him a little more pep talk and sends him out of the carriage. What -- what kind of dynamic did I just watch? 

New scene. Parliament. Somebody’s yelling, and -- is that Samuel West?! -- and Samuel West (!) is looking bored. Nobody told me Samuel West was in this show! Wow! Samuel West. 

Norrell is wandering boringly through the halls. 

Turns out Samuel West is the target of the parliamentary harangue (which is, from what I understand of Actual Parliament, just punching the clock for these guys) and has the decency to look a little ashamed of it. His name in the show is Sir Walter Pole, not Samuel West. He stands to rebut, and does so with all the sneering, grandstanding, and rhetorical posturing that constitute the parliamentary equivalent of “slow Monday.”

He tosses a zinger to the opposition leader on his way out, and Norrell tries to lobby him in the, uh, lobby. But Sir Walter just scoots into his office, and one of his servants shuts the door in Norrell’s face. The servant says, he knows Norrell has an appointment, but can they move the meeting to Chez Sir Walter instead of the office? 

Scene change. Chez Sir Walter. There’s a lady there who tries to snob Norrell, and it works until she hits on an academic subject. They discuss “fairy servants” and Norrell explains that fairies are trouble-with-a-capital-t-and-that-rhymes-with-p-and-that-stands-for-pool. 

The servant/scheduler from earlier is handing out tea, and we learn that his name is Stephen. 

Norrell states his intention: to use magic to help in the war. Sir Walter is totally snowed by this, and thinks maybe magic could be used to clean up uniforms or like, entertain people maybe? He Doesn’t Get It. Norrell, clearly the IT guy of his day, heaves a sigh.

There’s a young woman coughing pathetically and curled up on a chaise longue in the background, and Sir Walter introduces her as his fiancée Emma, like it’s totally normal to be this sick in somebody’s living room. Norrell is very surprisingly sweet to her, and she says she’s pretty into magic. Norrell suggests hot tea with lemon and nutmeg for her cough. Sir Walter kicks him out with a lecture: “Magic is not respectable. The government cannot meddle in such things.” OK.

“How’d it go?” says Childermass, back in the carriage.

“Very well,” says Norrell, on the verge of tears. I’m not letting go of the stage mom analogy because it seems to get more and more on the nose. Norrell notices they’re not going home, and Childermass says nope, they’re going Lady Godstone’s house: “It’s a soiree.”

“A party?” says Norrell, looking devastated. “I wish to go home and read a book.”

Norrell at a party. It’s like those MBTI specialized hells, and this is INTJ hell. It’s crowded, people are laughing, and Norrell doesn’t know anyone, but they’re all gossiping about him. Norrell escapes INTJ Hell and shuts himself in the host’s library, or INTJ Heaven. Ah, dichotomy. 

After a minute of Alone Time with Books, Norrell is interrupted by two Party People. Party Guy 1 is harassing the Party Guy 2, apparently the host, about how Norrell was promised, but no magic seems to have been did. “That gentleman is reading a book!” he says, of Norrell, to demonstrate how boring and amagical the party is. 

Norrell interrupts them and kind of says hi I’m the guy you’re talking about. They both recover awkwardly. Party Guy 2 introduces himself as Drawlight, and Party Guy 1 as Lascelles. Drawlight tries to drag Norrell out to introduce him to people and Norrell slips out the back. 

He’s met at outside by like the street magician from earlier, who says some creepy stuff to him: “You think yourself a very fine fellow, hoarding books like a miser hoards gold. But I have a book you won’t find in your library, or any other.”

Norrell tries to get back inside, but the doors have locked behind him. 

“It’s written by the Raven King,” says the creepy guy. Norrell makes the face I make when someone tells me they saw a spider in their shower five years ago, which is to say absolute living nightmare horror. “And it tells me all about you.”

Creepy Guy introduces himself as Vinculus, magician of Threadneedle Street, so abruptly that Norrell almost pees. He goes on that Norrell’s coming was foretold, and while he’s doing this he’s leaning in and menacing him in like, kind of an overboard way? 

Norrell scoots away and, feeling safer, snottily shouts that magic can’t tell the future and only total hacks make prophecies. He undermines this by continually yelling for Childermass. 

Vinculus keeps going: Two magicians will appear in England, one will be Fearfulness and one will be Arrogance. Some stuff will happen, both will fail, some other stuff. Norrell is stuck on the two magicians thing. Vinculus wanders off, and Norrell shouts for Childermass again. He looks really scared! 

Back Chez Norrell, Childermass is trying to calm Norrell down, and asks what Vinculus wanted. Norrell hysterics that he mentioned a book, “and if he does have a book, I want it, and then I want to go home to Yorkshire.” 

Childermass plays hardball: “Do you wish to make a success of this, or do you not?”

New Day. Childermass watches Vinculus sell spells on the street. Norrell meets Drawlight and Lascelles in his house and, surprise surprise, they want a favor, to be the guys who get credit for discovering him. Norrell is refusing, he doesn’t want to attend parties or do dumb stuff, he wants to go home.

Meanwhile, Vinculus and Childermass are talking brass tacks about whether Norrell will get Vinculus’s book. Childermass chooses an odd method of intimidation by like, threateningly whipping out some tarot cards to tell Vinculus’s fortune. I mean, if that’s worked before... Vinculus tries to one-up him by telling Norrell’s fortune. Is this like, a tarot duel? Vinculus has turned all the cards to kings, and says it means that “the Raven King is coming.” Childermass is pissed that his cards are all messed up now. I know!

Chez Norrell. On their way out, Drawlight and Lascelles gleefully mention that Sir Walter’s fiancée is dead. Well, she was pretty sick. Norrell starts to mutter about how hard it is to bring someone back from the dead. Drawlight transparently eggs him on. 

“I will need to send for more books,” says Norrell. He’s so into this plan! 

New scene. Jonathan Strange finds some peasants doing something poor, and rides up to interfere. They explain that they’ve found a magician sleeping under the hedge. What? Sure. It’s Vinculus. 

Vinculus wakes up, stares right at Jonathan, and gives him the two magicians, Fear and Arrogance, speech while stumbling around. Jonathan Strange looks very confused. He’s also holding a large stick for reasons that are obscure to me. Vinculus tells Strange that he is destined to become a great magician. Strange pokes him with his stick and tells him to choose someone else, because it sounds like being a magician sucks. Still, he buys two spells from Vinculus, probably because a nice patrician power move is to condescendingly buy someone’s wares. 

That night at dinner, Strange is telling Arabella about his big plan for the farm he’s inherited, and she laughs at him because the plan is bad.

“Very well, I’m going to study magic,” he says. Arabella and her brother are shocked. They all look at the spells and Strange decides to like, do one, right there at the table. It’s a spell to discover what your enemy is doing presently. It works, and Strange sees a stranger, apparently his enemy, in a mirror. 

“Good magicians conjure up fairy spirits and long-dead kings,” says Strange. “I appear to have summoned the spirit of a banker.” It’s Mr Norrell. Ha!

London, Norrell. He arrives at Sir Walter’s house with a huge book. Sir Walter gives him access to the room where Poor Dead Emma is like, dead. Norrell shuts them out, alone with the corpse, and opens his book, looking terrified. 

There’s silence, and something rattles, and a man with Ziggy Stardust hair and huge eyebrows appears. He’s also got a synthed voice and a weird jacket that I can’t pause on to figure out. He is clearly a fairy, and Norrell clearly summoned him, and he acknowledges that Norrell is destined to return magic to England. He does some back and forth about “what do I get if I resurrect this woman.” He wants to help Norrell and get credit, Norrell wants him to do this one quick necromancy and never be summoned again. The fairy does the old “maybe I will take my business to your competitor” and Norrell freaks out: “There is no other magician.”

“Of course there is another magician,” says the fairy. “He is your dearest friend in all the world.”

“I have no friends,” says Norrell. I laugh. He asks the fairy again if he can do the necromancy. 

The fairy says, if he gets half of Emma’s life, it’s on. Norrell looks sad, but then he asks if they should sign something. The fairy is like no, I’ll just take something of Emma’s. The shadow of his hand stretches over her. Yikes!

Cut to Drawlight and Lascelles hanging out downstairs. They hear a woman scream. Double yikes! Everybody runs upstairs and Emma is fighting her way out of her funeral shroud. Triple yikes! Her mother points out that half of her little finger on her left hand is missing. Quadruple yikes! She brushes it off, looking out of it, and asks Sir Walter to dance with her. 

Norrell zombie-walks out to his carriage. Quintuple yikes!

Until next time, Favorite Show!

[fydk-translations]

Magazine M Podcast, episode 22: Kyungsoo focus

[slight spoilers for Room No. 7. With the Gods; some parts omitted for length]

Host 1: Today, our podcast feature is on actor Do Kyungsoo. Host 2: Ah, please say it’s on Room No. 7! 1: Yes, we’ll talk a little about Room No. 7, but we’ll be sharing what we know about actor Do Kyungsoo. I asked Nahyeon [Host 2] how we should go about this because she’d recently interviewed him for a Magazine M cover, while I interviewed Shin Hakyun, and I remember laughing when I saw she sent me a wall of text that really felt full of fondness for him. 2: (laughs) 1: I heard this was your third time meeting him?  2: Yes. I haven’t been in the field for that long, so it’s hard for me to meet again with people I’ve worked with. For him, I’d seen him for Unforgettable in Goheung and another time for a cover interview. This would be the third time, for Room No. 7. I’ve felt from the beginning, when interviewing him for Unforgettable in Goheung, that he really loves movies, has from a young age. There are people who rewatch movies over and over thinking it would be interesting to direct one. When he told me he watched The Revenant twice, I asked him if he saw more the second time around. He replied that it was really engaging to see why the director made his choices, why the scenes were made the way they were. 1: With a little time, might we even see director Do Kyungsoo? (laughs) 2: Nobody knows! But we can’t rule it out, if that’s how he watches movies.

1: So this time you met him for Room No. 7. Ah, before we talk about how well Do Kyungsoo acted - it surprised me to see his hair gone when I went on site for the interviews, like he’d been drafted (laughs).  2: He was drafted! For Swing Kids, director Kang Hyungcheol’s film. He shaved his hair off for it because he’s playing a tap-dancing North Korean soldier, but even with such short hair he’s still like a pretty chestnut.  1: The shape of his head is pretty.  2: And his ears!  1: I’d just watched Room No. 7, and I was surprised - his image on the set was pretty different from Taejeong’s. He was practicing tap-dancing before they started taking pictures, and showing it to Shin Hakyun.

1: After watching all the projects he’d been in, I kept thinking that his greatest strength as an actor are his eyes. When I asked Shin Hakyun what he thought, he talked about his eyes too. Honest eyes. Whether he was staring at someone or at the screen, I’ve often heard from those in the audience that his eyes were very sincere and lovely.  2: They are very deep. So there’s a strength or charisma in them, because he expresses a lot through them. They leapt out at me when I first watched First Snow. They’re a huge asset to him in acting. A gem.

1: This is something you’ve said to me before, but when he’s D.O. of EXO, he sings really well too. A main vocal. We can’t not talk about his voice. Like when he was quietly angry in the film, things like that, his voice was quite nice.  2: Director Lee Eunhee brought it up before me, that it’s half sound and half air, a soft voice suited for melos. That sunk in for me when I was listening to my sound recordings.  1: (laughs) Replaying recordings of actors with nice voices is a happy time for us journalists.  2: I was really happy. It felt like such a waste to keep the recordings to myself. And he’s one of those people with a calm and quiet way of talking. Even when he gets excited about a movie and his voice gets higher he’ll go no further than, “Ah, right! That was really good!”  1: Let me listen to the recordings later. I’m curious. (laughs) 2: (laughs) I can share them with you on Kakaotalk. 1: I’ll give them a listen.

1: Something that made me think he’s really good at acting is that - he’s in EXO, and at first glance he gives the appearance that he doesn’t know much hardship. But as an actor, he focuses completely on the character. He’s taken on very difficult roles. Dark and difficult characters that he expressed in a real, believable manner in Cart, Brother - and in Room No. 7 too, as a student buried in debt and has no choice but to do bad things.  2: Taejeong is a character with a lot of baggage. He keeps studying music and making demo tapes for his dream. Whenever he mails out a demo tape, he frets over whether or not to put a four-leaf clover sticker on them; he has an innocent side. But he needs money and will assist seedy people in exchange for their help. He smokes, has a tattoo. He’s layered, but not in an over-obvious way. We see all that in Taejeong’s character. I think Do Kyungsoo digested the character well. This interview, I asked him again how he approached characters without having lived the same life, and his answer was the same as always. That no matter how different they were from each other, they still have many facets to them. He’ll keep drawing on them until the character and the human have middle ground, then he’ll flesh that out. He said that he really enjoys that part of his job, and that in Room No. 7′s case, Taejeong’s character came very easily to him. 1: Maybe because Taejeong is older and familiar to him through his actor, singer, or other friends.

1: Could SME have known Do Kyungsoo would be such an acting prodigy? (laughs) 2: To be honest, I had an interview with Kangin a while ago. After it finished, he looked at a picture of Do Kyungsoo that was up in our studio and said nobody knew D.O. would be so good at acting. It caught everyone off guard. 1: He’s very busy as an idol. A movie is about to release, he’s filming another one, EXO is working on a new album, and they’re preparing a new concert tour as well. He must be so busy.  2: You know people who are truly swamped? He had the eyes of someone who was, so I asked him if he was alright at our interview and he said that this was the busiest he’s been since debut. 1: I’ve noticed while on the same set with him is that he’s really good about walking around. The majority of celebrities stay in their waiting room or something similar, but he was outside to chat with the staff, to greet Shin Hakyun, to socialize and to wander.  2: He walked in alone for our Unforgettable interview. He didn’t have his manager and was wearing a backpack and glasses, and said ‘hello’ as he entered. (laughs) He looked so much like a college student that I wondered if it was really him. When I asked him why he was alone, he said the car was looking for parking. That’s his style.  1: It was seriously nice to see. 2: It’s beautiful.

1: Do you have anything else you’d like to share from your interviews with him? 2: Anything else? I have several. When I asked him about what he wanted or liked to do, like a hobby, he said tap-dancing. Then I asked him for something completely unrelated to work, so he said cooking, lately. I asked him for details and he said he’d been making a lot of braised fish, braised dishes nowadays.  1: Oh my, that kind of home cooking? Not stuff like pasta? 2: Yes, he follows his mother’s recipes or looks them up. He’d recently invited over all the EXO members to cook for them and recited the menu in detail to me: byeongeo-jorim, tteokgalbi, stir-fried rice. (laughs) A guy who’d make braised fish - I thought that was remarkable. 1: He seems able to do anything. 2: He likes eating a lot too but it makes him feel even better to see others enjoy his food, which was even more heartwarming. I was amazed that this boy, this young man had that kind of heart. Do Kyungsoo has an incredibly amicable, balanced personality. 

1: It’s surprising how much he changes to get in-character for the camera. He seems to have a good sense for that. When I interviewed Shin Hakyun, he said there were quite a few ad-libs in Room No. 7. Actors might mention them ahead of time but not in detail. But whenever he made one, Do Kyungsoo would receive it well. This isn’t a spoiler, but there’s a scene where the two eat pizza together after a fight. 2: (laughs) That one was really funny. 1: In that scene, Shin Hakyun keeps pestering Taejeong and that was apparently an ad-lib. (laughs) Taejeong seemed genuinely annoyed. Shin Hakyun was pleased with how Do Kyungsoo would go along with him. 2: Their fights were like that too, all the swinging and throwing. I said that if two actors could do that, that must mean they trusted each other a lot, and Do Kyungsoo said yes he did, very much.  1: We haven’t interviewed the director yet but will soon. That he was able to cast Shin Hakyun and Do Kyungsoo - 2: He said he couldn’t even imagine it, before. A lot of people are looking forward to this movie because they’d watched 10 Minutes. Everyone who had watched it enjoyed it, Do Kyungsoo included. 1: Room No. 7 is another movie that takes place in a cramped space. It has a lot to chew on, social commentary that many will relate to. We both enjoyed it very much. The actors’ performance as well. The young feeling Do Kyungsoo gave... 2: Ah, my heart hurts for Taejeong. 1: He’s an actor now. We honestly don’t meet idols often, as film journalists. But he’s the actor we look forward to more than any other actor.  2: He’s just good at it. Dooshik is a man of action while Taejeong is an observer. To be honest, it’s easier to act as the former than the latter in a movie. But he pulls it off. With the level of detail he showed, I got the impression he puts a lot of thought into his performances. But he’s not calculating either. Can I say that he’s not very good at explaining himself with words? I feel bad for it but sometimes I have to ask him if he could elaborate some more on an answer, that it could make writing an article a little bit easier. And he’d say that he doesn’t know how to say it in words. He’s apologetic about it and tries his best. When I see that, it makes me think he’s not method acting but takes a mixed approach, uses his imagination too. It makes for a solid, level style. Something I hope for is more bright roles. I know in With the Gods, his character is a soldier who had died a tragic death in the source work.  1: Do you think Swing Kids will be happier?  2: It’s by Kang Hyungcheol, it has dancing and music. We can hope. 1: Just imagine how well he’ll do. 2: I did ask him that even if he dances to choreography, is tap dancing not hard? And he said no, it was like learning a new instrument. 1: If you’re someone who likes to learn new things, no wonder. 2: He said it’s so fun he could die. I said out loud without meaning to that he had so many talents. Acting, singing, dancing, cooking... 1: I hope he can keep acting for us. There’s no need for the idol title anymore. I hope to interview him too. I’ve only heard a bunch of things about him.  2: Though I don’t think he’s the type of person who can talk at length about something. In my experience with him, I had to keep asking him questions on a topic to get fuller answers. 

2: Writer Noh Heekyung is quite fond of him too.  1: It really sort of feels like with every movie, he converts the writer or director or reviewers into fans.  2: Yeah, it’s amazing. There’s a part of me that loves successful idols-turned-actors like Im Siwan and Do Kyungsoo. All I ask for is that they film more projects. 1: We both cheer for them to keep going when we see them. We look forward to seeing more of Do Kyungsoo and hope to see a lot of attention on Room No. 7, which is opening on the 15th. Our magazine’s feature for it will release on the 17th. Shin Hakyun and Do Kyungsoo are both in it, and the pictures turned out very nicely. This was all we had prepared for today. Please leave us your thoughts on today’s feature and Do Kyungsoo. We look forward to the next time!

source: podbbang (from 17:10 to 51:10)| translation: fydk

[amuelle]

An Invite….

AmuElle:

I was at my parents’ house when I got the invite. “This Friday Lee would like to cordially invite you to a birthday celebration. Bring your party spirit and let’s celebrate my birthday in style.” It was just a birthday dinner with five other people. I wouldn’t need shoes or a dress. Ms. Lithebe always has something to wear. I was rational, reasonable and relaxed. I RSVP-ed. I was surely going.

Strolling through the mall by chance I met up with Lee. As we spoke about the dinner, I realized I needed to get her a gift. A real gift! Not just M100 in a birthday card. Something thoughtful and sentimental. As we talked while pulling bottles of wine off the shelves she mentioned her guest list. She mentioned a few friends and family as I nodded as if my approval mattered. Then she casually mentioned her brother.

I froze. I had forgotten about him. Our interactions and conversations so seldom included him. I had forgotten…but how could I forget? A long standing crush that in my mind should have culminated in a long standing passionate love affair. I was always too scared to say something and he never saw me like that, but that was THEN! This is me now! In the past 17 years a lot has changed. Puberty ended and I learnt the fine art of a push up bra and shaved armpits. I’m not the teenage girl still struggling to find her voice or feel beautiful. She (me) had blossomed into a vivacious woman who doesn’t apologize for being Hennessey in a room of champagne drinkers.

He probably wasn’t the same either. The saggy jeans and durag were long gone. Its slim cut suites and designer shoes now. Maybe like most men my age he has lost his lust for life and settled into the stereotypical role of a “MAN”. Not like I haven’t seen him in all this time but I’m pretty sure I don’t know him like I used to.

On Friday I woke up early to sift through all the clothes I had packed to finally arrive at an outfit I thought said the right thing. My mind went from ‘I wanna enjoy tonight’ to ‘you need to make this man question his God tonight!’ I started considering booking a makeup artist and getting a new perfume. The one I had said “I smell nice, don’t forget me’” but it was apologetic. It doesn’t boldly enter the room as an offensive announcement of my presence, nor does it represent the spectacular seductress that I am. Sense had left my body. After running around town with my bantu knots in the desire for an immaculate twist out. I sat in front of the mirror wondering if doing my make up for two hours was really necessary.

16:30….I should have left half an hour ago. This winged eyeliner took 20 minutes too long to get just right. I looked fine, no, I looked fantastic! Even my nieces’ gave the go ahead. I was out the door. Gifts in the back seat, driving shoes on. I’d change my shoes before I headed inside, least I ruin a great outfit. This was really happening.

 The Poet:

It was the delicate shade of pink on her toes in a snake skin stiletto that brought a flood of memories. Toes I hadn’t seen in years. The last time I saw her was the last time I saw her. We talked till the early hours of the morning and she would disappear for the next two years until today. NOW, this moment here she stood in the doorway holding a bunch of roses and a bottle of champagne. Her skirt almost offensively short but because it’s her, it was incredible.

I’m clutching the camera different now because I’m pretending to be normal. I take a photo of her walking in. As always she caught me off guard. I knew she was coming. I dressed like I knew she would be here but still I’m surprised. I’m never ready for her. I always forget (to my own detriment) how it feels to be around her. She hugs me. “What’s cooking good looking?” she says and I reply cool as a cucumber that it’s all good. She walks in greeting the other guests leaving a trail of her perfume through the door way. I’ll never forget that smell, it’s her smell. Another woman could wear it but it would never smell like it does on her. It’s memorable because of her.

I avoid her for part of the evening to fulfil my camera man duties but inevitably as always I find myself drawn to her.  Then she begins to weave her magic on me. She might be one of the most talkative people I know but when she listens, she listens deeply. It feels like she can hear your heart beat and whatever you say matters the most in that moment. She laughs at all my jokes and asks why everything always ends up sexual. I know I’m not being sexual, it’s her way of planting seeds and it always makes my cheeks tingle. I love how she never says it plainly. I understand that she loves to preserve the mystery and the mystery excites me.

I’ve wondered what it would have been like if we had both been braver back then. Would it have been a love for the decades? Would we be married now? I wonder what my kids with her would look like. Maybe we would have ruined it and now be two people who don’t even speak. Whatever it was, it wasn’t meant to be. I love to enjoy her aura. Her clever puns and sexual innuendos after the occasional touch on my thigh and her gazing into my eyes like she can see my soul. But this is all it was meant to be for me.

The party winds down and after letting her laugh at me for an hour, I have to leave. I need to leave. She has that look in her eye. That one last drink before we end the night that might lead to expectations and disappointments. I’m not that guy, I’ve never been that guy. Not the one she wanted anyway. I’m still full of life and youth. The freedom of it all is seductive.

She came outside to say goodbye and for some reason I touched her shoulder as she walked away. I was just making sure she was real. I wanted her to look at me over her shoulder and wink. Instead she turned around and asked why I was being weird. Before I knew it the words had left my lips. “I wanted to be sure it was you.” Her forehead crinkled and she asked who I was expecting. I thought. No one, baby girl. Just you. 

 AmuElle:

I got home just in time to beat the curfew. Of all the things I took into consideration when planning my day, I had forgotten that we are still in a lock down. The police are on the roads patrolling…looking for spot fines and I can’t put myself in a situation I cant gauge.

That awkward touch on the shoulder was warm. I had forgotten how warm and soft his hands were. Not half hoping, I was full on hoping I’d grab my phone and there would be a text saying “you looked beautiful tonight, it was wonderful to see you”. But no text, not even a butt dial.

Then for some reason after every stitch of concealer, foundation, contour and high light was gone from my face, I get phone balls. I don’t know what he will say or think but after tonight I have a deep certainty that the magic wasn’t one sided. I just remembered why I was so afraid back then. Even after all my blossoming, I still had the same fear. I started typing. It didn’t matter now, this wouldn’t change things I convinced myself. Sent. There we go, its done.

Good night world

The moral of the story is nothing, shoot your shot and live!!!

Bisou bisou