#what if you and your secretary were both hot (and gay)

[marksbear]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing well <3 I was wondering if I could request a Thomas Shelby x Male reader. Reader is the head of a gang from another town and known for being a sarcastic a-hole. His power is similar to Thomas‘ + he kinda has a thing for him and flirts nonstop whenever he gets the chance to interact with Tommy. The Reader never engaged in activities that would cause serious harm to the blinders but he provokes them from time to time just to get Tommys attention. He opens a Pub in the blinders territory and uses it for his own gang and then Shelby finally confronts him, is about to start a literal gang war after the big amount of provocation over the months but the reader just thinks him being mad is hot asf. They kinda start to argue and maybe you can add that the reader saved Tommys life in the war (but they were enemies on front lines) Tommy can only remember the tattoo his saviour has on the back of his hand. And then he sees the tattoo and instantly remembers.

I’d be so happy if you’d write it because I really love all your stories and I haven’t been reading anything else the last three days 🥲🥲

Hi! Thank you for loving my stories and thank you for even requesting my friend! I hope you like this one! And have a nice day!

THOMAS SHELBY X GANG LEADER MALE READER

Quick little background.

"L/N..." The last name that his been running around through everyone in Birmingham.

A new gang in a different town somehow caught almost everybody's attention in Birmingham. The town wasn't too far from Birmingham, but it was a good distance between both towns.

The gang has been doing many things. Like robbing banks from different towns, getting families out the streets, and what really caught everyone by surprise was a special types of business they ran.

They ran business/ motels full of prostitutes all of the workers different sizes and colors hell they even had men working for them. Some of the gang's bars weren't just regular bars they were gay.

And that's only the business side of them. The more known part of them was their leader. Y/n L/n. He was a sarcastic asshole who knew what he wanted and would do anything to get there. The gang have done cruel things to their enemies and sometimes allies.

The gang had gotten almost too powerful and reckless for only a short amount of time.

And sadly the Leader of the Peaky Blinders have gotten an earful about them everyday. Everyday there was a complaint about them from his men and other people. So to keep the peace Tommy had arranged a meeting with both leaders privately.

Background over!

Tommy walked inside the unfamiliar building with his hands deep inside his coat. Tommy's cold blue eyes looked around keeping note of how many men are patrolling.

Many people of different genders and colors of all sizes were moving around the building freely as they worked without a single sign of hate or discomfort. The workers played around, but got the job done.

"Mr Shelby?"

Tommy turns his head to the side looking at the woman. The woman had a bright smile and a hand out.

Hello, my name is Mrs Ramos it's a pleasure to finally meet." She says with a trusting smile as Tommy takes her hand shaking it. "Where's L/n?" Tommy says wasting no time.

"He's in his office sir. Please let me guide you." Mrs Ramos says already turning around walking leaving Tommy no room to talk.

"What's your relationship with Mr L/n?" Tommy says striking up a conversation.

"I'm his right hand's man wife on a more personal level. But here I'm the secretary around this place." She answers as she guides Tommy through many hallways and different rooms. Tommy hums as he digs inside his pocket for a cigarette.

"Here we are." Mrs Ramos says looking at Tommy to see his reaction to the name plate above the door.

"Y/N WHORE L/N" With bold bright letters above the door.

"Whore?" Tommy questions with a raised brow and a puzzled expression. Mrs Ramos tries to contain her giggles.

"One of his older nieces made it for him as a birthday gift." She says trying to help with the confusion as she pulls the door open for him.

Tommy looks at the long hallway as there are many people in seats waiting.

"Are these men waiting?" Tommy questions as he lights the cigarette taking a deep inhale.

"Yes sir. The boss put all his meetings on hold for yours. So whatever you two are talking about must be important. So just walk down that hallway you'll see the door and just step inside." The woman says before adding.

"Good luck Mr Shelby~" She says as if shes teasing him before turning around on her heels walking away.

The shelby inhales the smoke for one last time as as he walks inside the long hallway.

Tommy could feel all the men's eyes burn into them. Some with confusion and most with anger and hate. Tommy only ignores them and keeps walking straight ahead.

Soon enough Tommy reaches the door and opens inside his eyes meeting the back of who he's guessing Mr L/n's.

"How many times I've got to tell you fuckers to stop bothering me!" Mr L/n's shouts without even turning to see who it is.

"Mr L/n." Tommy says as he walks to the seat across from his desk.

Spinning his chair around looking at the man who just sat in his chair.

"Mr Shelby? I've thought you were one of those idiotic men outside my door. I should have known only people with cold stone hearts could open my door." Y/n jokes as he leans back into his chair.

"But I have to say... You're much prettier than the way that my man stalked you have described. But they did have one thing right. Your eyes are beautiful." Y/n says with a smile as he reaches inside his drawer getting to glasses.

"You sent people to stalk me?" Tommy says ignoring the way Y/n flirted so boldly.

"Naturally. I wanted to know who i'm going against. And especially now since they might just be my future partner.~" L/n flirts again as he pours whiskey into the glasses.

Y/n reaches the glass out putting the full glass of whiskey in front of Tommy.

As Y/n was doing it Tommy stared at the hand tattoo almost getting memorized by it. Y/n looked at Tommy's once cold eyes, but this time they were softened and warm less tense.

“You like my tattoo huh? Maybe you’ll like me more if I get one that has your name.” Y/n teases with a wink before taking his hand way putting it back to his side.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to flirt with me Mr L/n. Flirting isn't going to help any of our problems. Your charms won't foll me." Tommy says bluntly as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

Y/n bites the inside of his cheek thinking of a response before the smirk on his lips grows brighter.

"So, you think i'm charming?" Y/n responds back earning an annoyed groan from the Shelby. "Please. Lets get serious shall we?" "Okay fine. I won't make any promises about how long that'll last." Y/n jokes as he crosses his arms.

TIMESKIP

Months with past since the first meeting that the two head leaders of the separate gangs met. The meeting was long and deeply meaningful, it could have more meanings than just if Y/n would stop flirting and teasing.

Since the meeting Y/n started to become reckless and daring to get Thomas Shelby's attention.

Ever since then it has been The gang messing and provoking the Peaky Blinders. Like finding ways to ruin horse races, sending their men into the garrison, ruining the peace around Birmingham. The gang were being little shits and assholes to the blinders much to their leader request.

The leader Y/n had even walked Ada to her home acting like he was new to town.

Y/n started to buy some of the businesses around Birmingham. Like auto shops, Saloons, bars and such. Slowly invading the Peaky blinder area.

Others gangs noticed the tension between the two and started to pick sides.

What really pissed off the Blinders was when they built a new bar directly in the Peaky Blinder territory. They stole Garrison's customers and money that messed up everything.

It became clear to Thomas that Y/n clearly wanted his attention. But sadly Y/n had the wrong type of attention that anyone with some sense would not want from the shelby.

The Peaky Blinders were the first to start the war. Going to the bar that almost took them out of business and trashing it. Breaking and stealing whatever they found. But they didn't stop there. They burned the nearby business the gang owned. They even went as far to get the coopers on them.

People who had a nick of common sense sided with the Shelby's in fear that they'll be next, but somehow Y/n had loyal allies.

The allies Y/n had helped him rebuild the businesses and got the coopers off of his back.

Most thought Y/n and his gang learned their lesson, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

If only it seemed that it excited Y/n and the gang to create more problems.

During the course of months the gang war became more and more heated. Y/n's gang doing no serious harm to the other unlike the Peaky Blinders. Somehow even from the spilled blood the Blinders made Y/n remained calm and mischievous.

With all of that it leads to now.

Tommy was tied up to a chair. Blood stained his suit with bruises all over his body. For once. The shelby thought he was gonna die there. Help was nowhere to be seen.

A drip of blood falls from the head of Tommy landing onto his tied up hand.

Thomas was too weak to raise up his head. Pain overwhelmed his body.

He has been getting tortured for the past three days. He didn't want to give up completely, but damn he was close.

With footsteps coming from behind him Tommy knew who was inside the empty warehouse with him. It was his capture. Tommy could recognize that foot pattern from anywhere.

"Tsk tsk... No one is still here to save you huh Tom. Not even that dumb god you worship." The capture teases as he walks in front of the Shelby. The capture takes a hand full of Thomas hair yanking it forcing Thomas head up.

"You think the man you're at war with will be jealous that i'm the pain who gets to kill you?" He jokes as he uses his free hand to dig his thumb into a open cut on Tommy's cheek.

"You're so pathetic! Not even having enough to open your eyes fully." He degrades as he drops Tommy's hair.

"Its bout time I kill you tom." The capture says as he digs inside his coat pocket.

Finally finding what he needs the man is about to take his hand out of his pockets but before he can.

A gun shot rings to Tommy's ears. Tommy opens his eyes looking at his capture dead body in front of him. The hole in his head is proof that he's been shot from behind.

A different pair of footsteps walk towards Tommy and the dead man on the floor. The shooter kicks the man's dead body away giving him room to stand in front of Tommy.

The shooter begins to untie Tommy's legs and hands. At the last hand Tommy stares at the tattoo on his hand before closing his eyes passing out.

TIMESKIP

"What the hell happened to ya Tom?" The eldest Shelby questions as he and John expect the injuries.

"Gotten snatched in an alley. Been tortured at a warehouse for about three days before someone saved me." Tommy answers as he takes a swing off the whisky that Arthur gave him.

"What type of madman would save you?" John questions with a slight laugh.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you who I think saved me." Tommy responds back before standing up from the chair his brothers forced him to sit on.

"I'll be back alright." Tommy says before getting his coat and leaving.

"How much you wanna bet its a whore that Tommy slept with who took their husbands gun." Arthur teases watching Tommy leave as John his Arthur in his side laughing.

With Tommy.

Tommy stood in front of the same building he swore to himself that he'll never stand in front of again. Stepping inside of the building Tommy went straight towards the leader of the whole thing office.

Many workers and assistants tried to stop the Shelby, but he just marched right past them.

Finally reaching the door to the hallway he swings open the door walking straight inside ignoring the people shouting at him to wait his turn.

Reaching the door to Y/n's door he swings it open walking straight inside.

There were a couple of men inside the room talking with Y/n. The men who was halfway naked only inside their briefs whip their heads around staring at the man who just stormed in.

"Maybe I should just install a lock on my door. For the cunts who doesn't know how to wait their turn." Y/n groans out as he moves his eyes from the resume he was just reading.

Looking up to see who it is Y/n smiles at the Shelby.

"Gentleman you all are hired! Now please put your clothes on and make hast." Y/n says signing their resumes and putting the papers on his desk.

The men quickly puts their clothes back on and hurries out of the room.

Tommy sits down in the chair with a raised eyebrow.

"They wanted a job at one of my motels. I needed to see what i'm working with." Y/n answers the question that was written all over the Shelby face. "Don't be jealous now.~ They're not as pretty as you or as hot you can be when angry." Y/n flirts before giving Tommy his full attention.

Y/n lays his hands on the desk waiting for Tommy to shoot his flirting down.

The room became silent as Tommy stared at the back of Y/n's hand intensely. Tommy slowly looks at Y/n staring into his eyes.

"You saved my life..." Tommy breathes out breaking the silence

"Why?" Tommy questions.

"What makes you think I saved you?" Y/n questions with a raised brow. "One because my savior had the same tattoo you have. And two you're the only man I know who has that tattoo design." Tommy answers watching Y/n bite back a smile.

"You always show off that tattoo as if you were a peacock with its feathers." Tommy says watching Y/n turn his head away.

"Why'd you do it? We are at war right now. Me and my men killed dozens of your men and ruined your business so why? You saved me so you can take my life instead huh?" Tommy adds.

"Not at all Tom. You and I both know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Y/n dismisses fast shaking his head at the thought.

"Then why save me!?" Tommy cuts him off raising his voice lightly.

"Because I like you Thomas! Are you that blind to see that I am in love with you! I caused all the problems for your attention just for you to think of me!" Y/n answers standing up from his chair and walking around it.

Tommy stands up from his chair watching Y/n move to him.

"You're in love with me?..." Tommy breathes out.

"Yes! I did all of this for you Tommy! And i'll be damned if some guy tries to take you away from me before I could confess." Y/n answers again not a single lie in his tone.

"..." Tommy is silent staring at Y/n with wide eyes.

"If you do not love me or like me it is okay. Sure it will hurt, but I can get over it." Y/n says watching Tommy take a few steps back away from him.

"Tom--" Y/n says before trailing off. "You don't trust me. I can tell that you don't trust me even though I saved your life. But that's okay. I will work for your trust as well as your love." Y/n adds before taking Tommy's hands.

"Watch me as I earn your trust. Then wait as I earn your love." Y/n says.

"Will you Tommy. Watch and wait for me?" Y/n says.

The shelby is in deep thought as he stares at Y/n looking for any sign that he's lying or just playing him.

This wasn't Y/n's usual tease or flirting. That means Tommy couldn't deny that Y/n was telling the truth.

"I will...."

THE END

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23

Howdy y'all!

If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.

I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).

As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.

Recs below the Pedros!

Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.

sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.

Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted

Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.

a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?

The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch

You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.

When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.

Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie

Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG

Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.

I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also

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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.

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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)

(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)

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Happy Reading!

[sniffinjimmy]

kim x reader (f/f)

contains sweatiness and her being a hot boss

i cant write im sooooo tired its insane (story under the cut)

You enjoyed your job as Kim and Jimmy’s secretary, answering, transferring and holding calls, bringing documents to your bosses as well as making small talk and bringing them coffee throughout the day. It didn’t pay amazingly, but that was fine. You were enjoying it so far; Kim was a kind boss. Well, they both were, but Kim was always so… friendly. And warm. And pretty. And hot.

Pretty women made you fluster easily. They made you weak in the knees.

Kim made you weak in the knees.

Gentle shoulder touches, a warm, sweet smile. You couldn’t help but stare as she spoke to you. She’d probably never, not once, in a million years ever even think of you in that way.

…

“Are you listening?” Kim spoke up, stifling a small chuckle.

You could only nod, dumbly. You were studying her features so intently, mind so preoccupied in her, that you were not even paying attention to her actual words.

“So it take it that it’s a yes, then?” she beamed at you, still professional, but a slight tinge of excitement in her speech.

Oh god. What did you just agree to?

…and that’s how you found yourself going to the gym with your hot boss.

Watching her… watching kim… work out? You could barely keep up, watching her subtle muscles flex and soft chest bounce as she ran on the treadmill.

Your treadmill was on the lowest setting.

Sweat dripped down her face. You wanted to taste it…

When she did her crunches, you could not, yet again, keep up.

You writhed. And you ached, in more ways than one.

Kim passed you a light little weight, accommodating you- she held up hers, a slight bit bigger- and definitely heavier, as she lifted.

“Y’know, you’re pretty obvious when you’re staring.” She laughed out, between panting and breathing and huffing hard. And sweating.

Oh god. Her tank top was soaked- under her breasts, her chest and back- and her underarms. You caught a brief glimpse when she raised her arms to stretch- her pits were… fuzzy? And wet. And musky. You could smell her womanly scent, her musk, her sweet, delicious, salty smell.

Fuck, you were so fucking done for.

Your cunt throbbed.

Shit. You were so fucking gay. And for one of your bosses, too. Your other boss’s partner. Kim probably wasn’t gay, right? She was with a man, after all. And she was happy with him… right?

So why was she smirking even more when you realized that you were staring at her as she got so hot and damp?

The locker room was even more nerve racking.

Kim did not seem interested in the towels available, instead opting to guide you to a shower. You tailed behind her like a lost puppy, catching whiffs of her scent.

 You thought she’d just let you be- but she did not leave...

The gym was small, after all. So, of course, she’d be close by.

It just happened to be the middle of the week, on an afternoon, when it was at its deadest. When everyone was working. …Or at least, everyone was supposed to be working.

You were alone. Heart pounding. Alone with Kim.

And her kiss was more wonderful than you could’ve dreamed.

Wet, messy, hungry. She was licking into your mouth. Lips strong as she pulled back, tongues touching.

Pulling back, she was licking her lips. Almost scolding, in a sweet voice:

“God, you’re a homo. You think I don’t see you staring all day at work?”

You could not believe this was happening. Her words. Her touch. She was actually holding your cheek, a slight tenderness, guiding you, your face, into her musky, damp nook of flesh. Her armpits. Drenched.

“Aww, it’s okay. Is this what you wanted?” she smirked.

Your face buried there, you whining, whimpering weakly.

“Of course…”

And then she pushed your face in some more- sending a hint that you gladly received- lick.

Your tongue lapped at her sweat, beads of perspiration and delicious musk, before pulling back. You were huffing and panting, and breathing so, so deep.

You brought your head back up, lips following Kim’s, kissing her, so stupid and needy. Brain dumb, full of lust. Her tongue was strong on yours. Wet and slick.

She broke off, pointing down.

At her command, you dropped to your knees. Kim pulled her tight work-out shorts to her ankles, let her underwear drop, too- exposing her full, fuzzy, soaked sweaty mess of a bush.

And her cunt… oh god, you thought you’d died right then and there, gone to heaven.

Sloppy and wet. Her feminine musk so good. Smelling so, so hot. Salty and heavenly. You were absolutely leaking, dripping a mess in your underwear- but this wasn’t about you, no, you were just doing such a good job of cleaning her up. Of being her sweatrag.

You leaned in as she guided you, lead your face down to her slick pussy, you immediately licked into her, and she let out a gorgeous sound.

Kim’s breathing was heavy, so stuffy in the small locker room. No one else, no cameras, nothing. Just the two of you, in bliss together.

“God, that’s good, fuck…” she groaned. Sweat glowed on her thighs. You grabbed at them, holding her open, she was spread out, and when she guided your head downwards, nothing could’ve prepared you for what was happening next.

You were giving her a rimjob. Lapping at her tight, sweaty hole. And god did she fucking moan. Her cunt was throbbing, you were well aware of that. Because god was it dripping, leaking a mess as you tonguefucked her tight rim.

The businesswoman’s whines and groans dissolved into her begging greedily, demanding more- more of your tongue, deeper, more of you.

You could only squeeze onto her thighs in return as you held her open, gave her exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers stuffed into herself, fingering and fucking her cunt as you lapped at her asshole. It was every bit as vulgar as it sounded, so wet. Slick sloppy sounds filled the locker room.

And she gasped, reaching her highest of highs, never came this easy with any man, not even Jimmy. She really used you, grinding down on your tongue, making a slut of herself.

And then the two of you hit the showers- she made sure you’d gone and cleaned up properly, giving you a chance to get all nice and clean for work tomorrow.

You showed up the next morning, barely able to look Kim in her eyes- and definitely not Jimmy, either.

But yet, she would kiss your neck, pull you away to her office throughout the day, maybe stare a little too much to just be platonic and professional. Making sure you knew who you belonged to.

You should probably hit the gym with her sometime again in the future.

[c4-megane]

[yutahoes]

Surrogate

(Part Five)

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

pairing: ex- boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x female! showgirl! Reader (feat. Mark Lee and a new character)  word count: 3k words (I’m sorry)  genre: chaptered, angst, a little fluff, smut but not too detailed by the end summary: Agreeing to be a surrogate for a gay couple doesn’t have to surprise you like this.  warnings: matured themes, gay marriage, surrogacy, Reader is a sex worker, cursing, mentions of blowjob and prostitution, alcohol, drunk driving, mention of virginity, dubcon(?), wall sex but not explicit, implied rough sex, Yuta is a jerk 

taglist: @meowniee @aiforyuu @roohnyk @a-bts-world @thetwinkrenjun @multiyuta @destinyg237 @freshtaledonut @sunshinetaetaev @baehaechannie 

“What do you mean you’re not going to go?” Yuta shouted which made you sigh loudly. You were seated on his passenger seat, a normal day after your club gig. You also forgot that today is that high school reunion where both of you are invited. “It was you who forced me to go.” 

“Because your husband asked a favor to convince you.” You explained then leaned on the leather seat. “And this will save us both so just drop me off at the bus stop.” 

But Yuta didn’t listen. You honestly wondered where Mark got the whole idea of Yuta listening to you when all you did is to shout at each other. It was past the bus stop when you shouted at him again, asking to be dropped off. “Yuta, I don’t want to go. All of them have good jobs and I’m here, a prostitute who gives blowjobs.” 

He stopped the car, “Is that what you think of yourself? A prostitute?” 

“Aren’t I?” 

“Y/N, you’re earning a living decently. It was a job that you wanted to do.” He said calmly, “I thought you love your job?” You do. But you hated how everyone was judging the work you’re doing. “And who cares if you give blowjobs? You’re amazing at it.” 

You glared. “Are you trying to be funny?” 

“Everyone has their kryptonite, Y/N.” Yuta then rested his arm on the headrest of the passenger seat, leaning close to you. “I happen to know yours and you know mine.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “That you get easily turned on with fishnet stockings?” Yuta rolled his eyes. “Oh!” you exclaimed, “That you’re gay.” You said with a smirk. “You won’t tell them about Markie? That’s a bummer. I’m so ready to tell them how cute your husband is.” 

“What would they think of the two of us?” Yuta whispered while starting the car. “We have a past. A past that they all know.” 

Oh. Telling everyone that Yuta is gay and married to a guy would make you a pity party. Not only are you the most unsuccessful person in your batch, but you’ll also be the laughing stock. That the boyfriend you had for years left you and married a guy. “I’ll go. But you’ll have to drop me off somewhere.” Yuta glared at you and you continued, “We can’t be seen together, Yuta. We have a past.” 

You smiled, “A past that they all know.”

The restaurant was so lively when you entered the establishment. There is a table filled with the boys from your class and you immediately see Yuta seated next to Taeyong and drinking. “Y/N?” One girl from the other table called and everyone turned to you. You gave her a smile and a small wave before approaching their table. “Oh my gosh, you haven’t changed.” She exclaimed and the others nodded. 

“Wow, you’re so hot.” “You look so beautiful.” You shook your head while chuckling. What’s with the compliments? You sat down next to a girl who you remembered as the class secretary from before. You smiled at the small girl on her arms, cooing at how cute she is. “Are you married?” 

“No, I’m not.” You answered with a smile and they all exclaimed in surprise. One girl asked if you were dating someone and you shook your head. When someone asked where you work, you were surprised that it was Taeyong who answered. “She’s a singer in a jazz club.” You turned to him and Yuta just smiled timidly. It must be his idea. 

“Wow, even your dream of being a singer came true. How lucky!” One girl commented that surprised you. If only they knew. 

There were conversations around the table, about the current job of your classmates. Some of them had been professionals but because they had their families, they decided to be a stay at home moms. Almost all of them were talking about child-rearing that made you so out of place. When your seatmate asked if someone can please hold her child while she go to the bathroom, you volunteered. 

Carrying a child feels so foreign. The little girl was giggling, her small teeth showing that made you coo at her. Having a child in your arms feels so different. A good difference. “You’re a natural at this, Y/N.” one girl claimed and you only smiled at her. “Even Yuta can’t take his eyes on you.” You followed all the girls’ gaze and Yuta was looking at you with a fond smile on his face. He then diverted his eyes when he realized that you were staring. 

What the hell is this guy doing? 

“Why did you and Yuta break up?” One girl asked that startled you. 

How do you answer that question? 

You were surprised when someone drank the beer in the glass in front of you. Everyone’s eyes were on him as he sat down on the vacant chair beside you. The only thorn among the roses. “I’m sorry, I thought you were playing truth or dare.” He claimed then turned to you, smiling. “Hi, Y/N.” 

Wait, you remember him. The class valedictorian. He had those thick glasses back in high school. A guy who always has his nose on a book. What was his name again? “Oh my God, Kun!” One girl claimed and you nodded. 

Oh yeah, Qian Kun.

He smiled at the other girls, greeting them all before turning to you once again. “You haven’t changed.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

“You should,” he said with a smile. “God! How can you still be this beautiful even if years passed?” 

What? Is he flirting with you? The class valedictorian? 

One girl teased that it feels like watching a blind date while one suggested to do the truth or dare that Kun mentioned. Of course, they poured the beer in the glass in front of Kun. “So Kun, do you like Y/N?” What is with that question? They didn’t even ask if he wanted to do the truth or dare. 

From the corner of your sight, you saw how he smiled. “I have had a huge crush on her since second-year high school.” You hastily turned your head on him in shock. Second-year? You and Yuta were already dating that time. “When she sang at our Music class, I thought she was an angel.”  

“Wait, what did I miss?” Your classmate returned and the baby in your arms started crying at the sight of her mother. “Thank you for holding her for a while, Y/N.” You smiled, shaking your head. It was a new experience and you loved it. 

You only heard Kun breathe hard as if relieved. 

The truth or dare game rotated around the table with their typical childish questions that earned a lot of laughs at the table. When it reached your side, they exclaimed that you were the last one since Kun is the first who played. But Taeyong wanted to join so you have to do another circle of the game. 

“Why did you and Yuta break up?” One girl asked and you rolled your eyes. Why do they like that question too much? And what should you tell them? 

Because he left. Because he doesn’t love me anymore. Because we just fell out of love. And now, he’s married to a guy. 

You were about to drink the alcohol-filled glass when someone snatched it from you. Kun drank all the contents and tapped the empty glass on the table, asking for a refill. “Come on, where’s my question?” You smiled. 

“Will you date Y/N?” one girl asked that startled you. What is with all these dating questions? 

Kun nodded with a smile. “If she’s available. I wouldn’t miss my chance now.” You stared at him in surprise but he avoided your look. He passed the glass of alcohol to the next person as your classmates asked her a question. 

Your gaze fell on Yuta who was staring at Kun. When your eyes met, he just drank the beer from the bottle he was holding. The glass came in front of Yuta and they asked the question that made you awkward, "Why did you and Y/N break up?" 

Why are they so obsessed with that fact? You were sure he would pass the question and just drink alcohol but you were surprised when he spoke up in a soft voice, "I took her for granted. It was true that you realize how much you love a person if you lose her." Your classmates hollered at his answer. 

But he didn't lose you. He gave up on you. There's a huge difference. He's the one who moved on first. When the glass returned to you, one girl asked "Now that you're single, will you come back to Yuta or date Kun?" 

What? 

Yuta is married, that's a no. And Kun is already so high in life, a doctor, you can't really enter his world. 

Yuta took the glass and drank the contents before standing up and leaving the group. "You can just date me, Y/N." Taeyong claimed and you chuckled to ease the atmosphere. 

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The night was so loud. Your classmates didn't change although some had brought their kids. Alcohol was flooding on the guy's table and you realized that you never had a drink even once. You sat on the bar counter, asking the bartender for a cocktail drink. Maybe you'll just drink lightly tonight. 

"Hi, can I sit?" Kun asked, referring to the vacant stool beside you. You nodded and he asked for a glass of water. "I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward earlier." Surprised, you just look at him. "I'm just really happy to see you again. You look prettier than before." 

You shook your head then laughed. He can't possibly be saying that. "I'm serious." he revolted which made you smile, thanking him quietly. He shared that he was such a huge fan of yours and that he had always cheered on your dreams to be a stage actress. "I first heard you singing in the library and I thought you were an angel." You giggled. That is such an overreaction. You're not that good. "I hope I can hear you sing again." 

That made you stop. You've given up on being a stage actress. And there's no way you'll let him know that you work as a showgirl in a nightclub. "Y/N!" You heard someone shout that made you turn to the owner of the voice. Yuta. "Let's go home." He held your hand, pulling you up from your place. 

Yuta looked intoxicated. How can he even drive home? That is dangerous. Kun held Yuta's hand that was resting on your arm. "Dude, I'll call you a driver." But Yuta slapped his hand away and held Y/N, forcing her to stand up.  

"Yuta, you're drunk." You said calmly but he kept on tugging your arm, telling you that you should go home. "Yuta! Stop it." You said coldly, seeing his hand mark from your skin. 

It was Kun who removed the other guy's hold on you. "Dude, she's hurting. Stop it!" 

"What about me? Am I not hurting as well?" You stared at him in surprise. What is he talking about? And here? "I never wanted to break up with you, Y/N. But every day, when we're together, feels so painful that I had to let you go." He stepped closer to you then wrapped his arms around you. Yuta smelled of alcohol. "Y/N…" he started before Taeyong pulled him away from you. 

"I'm sorry. I'll take him home." Taeyong claimed while pulling Yuta by the arm. "Come on dude!"

"Kun, just a friendly piece of advice." he claimed, pointing at the other guy. "Don't fall in love with Y/N. You'll just get your heart hurt like me." You called his name then gave Taeyong a look. He pulled his friend out before Yuta could mutter, "She's not the girl you thought she is." 

Everyone in the restaurant looked at you before Kun took all their attention by enthusiastically asking if someone wanted to sing as if nothing happened. The night became lively once again and you finally got a sip of your drink. Why are reunions so tiring? 

Slowly, your ex-classmates started leaving. You decided to wait at the bus stop nearby, not wanting to take a cab since you drank a bit. A black car stopped in front of you and you sighed, you didn't need a booking tonight. "Y/N," You were surprised when Kun got out of the car. "It's late. I don't think the bus is coming anymore." Oh, you thought, that explains why you've been waiting for minutes already. "Is it alright if I drive you home? I'm pretty sober to drive." 

You smiled. Why is Kun so adorable? You stood up and he opened the car door for you. He even rushed to the driver's seat and reminded her of the seatbelt. "I promise to drive carefully. You'll be safe with me." 

A giggle escaped your lips, "I've been inside a drunk guy's car a few times. I'm pretty sure you'll drive safely." You leaned your head on the seat after telling him the address of your house. Yuta’s house, to be exact. Watching Kun driving made you feel calm. You remembered him as the quiet guy who was always sitting at the back of the class. It doesn’t seem like he had friends before since he’s always stuck in his book. But now, you’ve seen an amazing guy. He must look so charming in white. 

Because of your classmates, you found out that he had become a doctor. An amazing profession, really. And it fits him. Now, you realize how pathetic you are. Every one of them has families of their own or is even successful in their life. 

And here you are, a showgirl. A surrogate for your ex-boyfriend because of the desperate need for money. Pathetic Y/N. 

“Kun,” you called and he hummed as an answer. “I’m not a singer in the jazz club.” You confessed but he didn’t say anything and just continued to drive. “I sing and dance in a nightclub, sometimes I strip and have guys book me for the night.” 

The car stopped in red light and he turned to you. “Must be a competition to have you for the night.” You giggled at his words as he started the car. Is that all he’s going to say? He’s not going to say that you have such a dirty job? That you’re a low-life for having sex with a different guy each time? “Are you enjoying your job?” 

“It’s closer to being a stage actress.” 

“Then that’s all that matters.” He said without looking at you. “I hope I can watch you perform one day.” You giggled at that, telling him that you’ll message him when you have a performance. “I’ll look forward to it.” 

“Kun, I’m free tonight. Do you want to book me for the night?” Honestly, it was the question running in your mind ever since the truth or dare game. It’s unusual to hear someone say that he likes you without the idea of wanting to sleep with you. Kun is also a guy. He must be the same as them. But he remained quiet and you shrugged the idea. Is he offended? Does he think so low of you now? That’s more likely. 

The guy only spoke up when he stopped the car in front of the apartment building. “Please don’t get me wrong, I’m tempted by the offer.” Kun chuckled. “It’s not every day that a pretty girl would want to spend a night with me.” Then sighed, “But I really like you, Y/N.” The warmth in his eyes made the breath hitch on your throat. “ I’ve waited so long for this moment and I don’t want to ruin this chance by sleeping with you when I just saw you again.” 

Is he even true? You might have underestimated Kun’s fondness of you. 

“And I have this five date rule where I only hug or kiss a girl after five dates.” You giggled. He’s too good to be true. “And that explains why I’m still a virgin in my age.” You cannot hide the astonishment in your expression which made him laugh. “I’m sorry that’s too much information.” 

You shook your head, feeling your body getting warm. What the hell? You cannot be turned on at the idea that the man in front of you is a virgin. That’s weird and sadistic. “Five dates?” You repeated and he nodded. “Then I’ll count this as our first date.” 

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Your heart kept on stammering in your chest at just the thought of Kun. How can he stir up this emotion from you? You can’t be in love already. Maybe it’s just admiration. Or maybe it was the feeling of being admired again. Of feeling important to someone again. 

A feeling you only got from the person you used to love. 

The person looking at you when you opened the door. 

The house was quiet, lights were off and he looked villainous from where he was standing. “So Kun is your new guy?” You rolled your eyes and proceed to remove your shoes when he stepped forward and pushed you to the wall. “You’re mine, Y/N.” 

His lips were rough as he kissed you, hands feeling the inside of your shirt. His tongue tasted of alcohol and you’ve been devoured by a lot of alcoholic men to know not to push him or you’ll end up getting hurt. You allowed him to remove your clothes, allowed him to touch you, let him kiss you fervently. Isn’t this what you’re meant to do with him? 

Yuta hiked your leg up before entering you. Your fingers clawed on his shirt as he roughly thrust inside you, your back hitting the wall. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Nothing hurts. Nothing feels wrong. Nothing feels right, either. Nothing. Are you numb already? And for Yuta? 

You’re more surprised that your heart isn’t beating this crazy for him tonight, unlike the other times you had sex with him. He hugged you close after cumming inside you, his quiet words whispered in your ears made you startled. 

“I still love you, Y/N.” 

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Part Six

a/n: I didn’t mean for Yuta’s character to be like this. Will he get better by the next chapters? I’m not sure myself. The fic is honestly really hard to save and I’ll apologize for the slow updates on the chapters.🙏 And thank you @multiyuta​ for suggesting Kun as the side character.

[beholdthemem]

Once upon a time somewhere I saw a screenshot where someone was like ‘Hey, engaged couples- send invites to super rich people for your weddings, odds are the secretary who reads the invite won’t bother to double check that you actually know their boss and will just send you something on the registry list/ a nice gift instead’ and I dearly wish I could find it again because guys- AU where Todd and Neil do actually do this.

Some points of clarification here:

-They are not actually engaged.

-They are in fact, at the time this happens, not even dating. They each spent the majority of high school assuming the other was straight, and then at some point during Neil’s senior year discovered ‘Wait, how did we spend three years hanging out and never figure out we’re both gay-’

-You would THINK this might encourage a change in their relationship, but instead what it did is convince each of them that ‘Okay, just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s interested in ME, like I’d ever have a chance there’ because despite being very smart people, they are both idiots.

-Case in point- the wedding invite thing.

-To be perfectly fair, they are both a little drunk when they decide to try and do this, and it starts out as mostly a joke. The problem is that when Neil and Todd get drunk together, the two phrases used most often are ‘Make me’ and “I dare you’. They do nothing but escalate shit. They’re both very intelligent people, but they are not allowed to drink together unless Sal is there to babysit, because they lose all impulse control and build off each other. Any stupid idea will immediately become reality without a chaperone.

-So it starts out with them looking at a copy of Forbes that was probably supposed to go to the neighbor (but fuck if either of them feel like going over there right now) and playing Smash Or Pass with the people on the Thirty Under Thirty list

-Which turns into the two of them just discussing how hot Robert Silva is 

-Which then turns into a discussion about how he probably gives the best holiday/birthday gifts, he seems like he’d really go the extra mile to figure out what you’d like, and he has enough money that NOTHING is out of his budget

-Which THEN turns into a discussion of how one could potentially get Robert Silva to buy them presents

-Which turns into... wedding registries. That’s a whole list of presents, and nobody even has to have a birthday to get them! They spend a while discussing what they’d each ask for if they were going to get married, kicking the sad, presumed-unrequited-because-neither-is-good-at-talking-about-feelings-gay-pining into overdrive, and then...

- “Would he... how would he know if you actually had the wedding?”

“...Well, if he showed up and no one was there-”

“But WOULD he show up? He has to be busy, he has things to do... he probably doesn’t have time to go to weddings unless they’re for immediate family. For everybody else he would probably... probably send a really nice, polite apology letter saying he couldn’t be there.”

“Maybe a gift, to make up for it.”

“Maybe a gift to make up for it.”

“....”

“...I dare you to send a letter asking Robert Silva for presents.”

“BET.”

-Neither of them remember sending the letter until they get a fucking RVSP back for the wedding they’re not actually having because APPARENTLY ROBERT SILVA DOES NOT HAVE THINGS TO DO BESIDES WATCH PEOPLE WITH DUBIOUSLY CLAIMED CONNECTIONS TO HIM GET MARRIED.

-Todd is horrified. Neil is freaking out. Sal is so fucking tired, Larry thinks this is the best thing he’s ever heard (GOD it’s fun to watch somebody else be The Dumb One for once) and Ash, back from college for break is the one to helpfully suggest they just... throw a fake one.

-They can use her family’s backyard, her parents and Ben are out of town and her grandmother has a soft spot for fraud. They can just... throw a fancy party, have somebody say some things that sound like they have the authority to marry you guys, party, take the gift, and then send Mr. Millionaire back home, no harm, no foul.

-Todd already can list twelve different reasons why this is a terrible plan (And only six of them have to do with him pretending to marry the guy he’s had a crush on since high school while knowing it means nothing.) Neil grimly points out that if their other option is to admit to Forbes’ Thirty Under Thirty Millionaire And Entrepreneur Robert Silva that they lied to him in order to get expensive presents, this is the best plan they have.

-Sal would ordinarily take the time to interject and point out that there has to be a third option, but Ash and Larry both keep saying that this might force Neil and Todd to get their shit together and stop with their Oh Woe Is Me, He’ll Never Love Me Back crap. And considering Sal has to live with them and said Woe Is Me bullshit, he’s willing to try anything.

-And so the gang begins preparing for a wedding they shall all talk about for years and a secret they shall (allegedly) be taking to their graves.

-(Nobody’s taking this to their grave.)

[yandere-society]

Love L(eyes)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

Synopsis: He was a bit odd, quiet, mysterious and studious, but you liked him. Found him more agreeable than some of your other coworkers. Besides, you were never the one to judge, no matter how strange the rumors around him were. This is why you happily accepted his slightly childish, secret Santa-exchange Christmas gift. And being so incautious is what caused your own undoing

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Attempt at Black Comedy, Yandere themes, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Smut, Riding, Orgasms, Voyeurism, Blackmail, Y/N Stupidity, Unedited 

Admin: @roses-ruby​

Request:

“Looks like someone’s had one too many Hawaiian-flavored shots again.”

Your coworker remarks at the girl in the distance hogging the karaoke machine and tearing her lungs out to Wham’s Last Christmas. You huff humorously at her and at your other colleagues who became shitfaced to overly spiked punch as an excuse to get loose in their normally constrained work environment. Some other time you would have joined them, but this week had been especially exhausting for you.

The supervisor, after zealously creating the holiday season itself, had sprained her ankle 2 days ago – leaving you in charge. As if it wasn’t chaotic enough thanks to her dedication for winter festivities, it was now all in your hands and the both of you couldn’t have been more different. Whereas she was Mrs. Claus wrapped in jubilant, giddy and imaginative red wrapping, you were a nonchalant grey piece of paper. Which is exactly what you decided to do with everything she had planned out for the office’s Christmas party:

Caroling? Those who want to sing can go ahead.

Gingerbread house competition? Literally not happening.

Secret Santa? Just give the presents when you can.

It may have been uninteresting but as long as adults had their alcohol – you eye the elated faces of your coworkers – it wouldn’t matter.

“___?” You jump slightly, spinning around when you heard your name being spoken in a low, almost intimate timbre.

Namjoon stood a few inches away from you, holding what looked like a present in both hands. Your coworker, Jin, raises an eyebrow at him.

“…Mm…this is for you.”

“Oh!” You were starting to think you had been left out of the drawing hat, “Thank you so much, Joon!”

Gently grabbing it from his arms, you hold it out and give it a little shake.

“Can I open it?” You ask, trying to follow ‘gift etiquette.’ He stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression and makes you wonder if you had said something wrong.

“I would prefer if you wait until you got home.”

“Oh-uh, alright. Thank you.”

With that, he turns to leave.

“…Happy holidays, Joon!”

He shifts his head to give you one last look, a small smile on his plump lips.

“Thank you. Happy holidays.”

When he’s out of hearing range, you hear Seokjin sigh loudly.

“I mean…he’s hot but isn’t he kind of weird? It’s such a waste.”

“He’s not weird…”

“Girl, listen to this- you know the office slut?” He kindly refers to Lisa, one of the female secretaries, “She was all over him last summer until she finally got herself into his room. Turns out he lives in a fucking warehouse in the middle of nowhere! I don’t know exactly what she saw, but she’s been spooked out ever since and avoids him as much as possible. Like just last week, I was lurking around and thought I saw the both of them make eye contact while passing each other in the hallway and that poor girl! She looked as if she almost soiled herself.”

“Those are just rumors, Jin.” You roll your eyes at his exaggerated tone, “Maybe she got rejected? And as for Joon…I think he’s just a little shy.”

“Whatever. All I’m saying is don’t be too shocked if you find a woman’s head in that box.”

You snort at his ridiculousness, placing Namjoon’s gift on your work desk. The drinks you had before the party start catching up to you and you excuse yourself from Jin to head to the restroom. Once you’re in the stall, you sigh, placing your palm against the wall of the stall and leaning towards it. Perhaps you were slightly more tipsy than you had originally imagined.

Just then you heard what sounded like two pairs of kitten heels walk into the foyer.

“Fuck.” You mutter as you hear them talk about whatever the fuck. Social gatherings really weren’t your thing and you wanted to go home since privacy was nonapparent in this office. When you just about became mentally prepared to empty your bladder and scramble out of the building, you heard your name being called, pulling your attention away from the matter at hand.

“___ scrapped the Gingerbread house idea, isn’t it crazy. The supervisor lets her get away with so much even though they are worlds apart.”

Ah yes, gossip. How easy it was to spread misinformation. What they glossed over was the part where the supervisor hated your guts, however, you just happen to be two grown, working women who were able to reach compromises for mutual benefit. The gingerbread project was scrapped because you managed to convince your jolly boss lady that it was an impossible occurrence to accurately judge without her gingerbread expertise. And it was nothing but the truth.

“Well, whatever, I didn’t want to participate in that dumb event anyway. But you know what really irks me? It’s when she thinks she’s so special and unique.”

Special? When have you ever-

“She honestly thinks she’s so different.” The girl continues, “Plastered on the wall each time we throw an office party- whispering and giggling with men. Did you see her with Namjoon and Jin today?”

“Isn’t Jin gay?”

“That’s besides the point.” She sounded exasperated, “What I’m saying is that her lack of interest in everything makes her uninteresting! She may think she’s above us when she pulls all these stunts but she’s so boring, it’s almost painful to watch.”

“Pfft, you’re a bitch.” You hear laughter and the clack of compact powder before their footsteps retreat from the foyer.

For a minute you just stand there, thinking about nothing. Sure, you didn’t expect everyone to like you, but you were on friendly terms with everyone in your office. Even as a number 2, you’ve never raised your voice or demanded anything unreasonable. The saddest part was that you knew exactly who those two girls were and had conversed with them on multiple occasions.

You were definitely sober now as you felt a small prick of annoyance stab at your heart.

A girl who tries her hardest to not be like ‘other girls.’ A boring girl. Is this truly what people thought of you?

_

It’s not too late when you get home – but it feels like you’ve been away for ages.

You groan as you remove your heels, tossing them somewhere near the entrance area as you trudge further into your studio apartment. With weary arms, you throw the gift onto the bed and fling yourself besides it, listening to the mattress creak for a second before silence surrounds you once more. Although you decided to sleep as soon as you got through your door, you knew you would just overthink and confuse yourself by remembering what those girls said.

It shouldn’t matter…it was just casual conversation…not like they wanted to kill you or something, you rationalize. Also, if you were someone who cared so much for what others said, then you couldn’t have continued bearing such a laidback personality for this long, could you? Still, something about the confidence they had in their malicious words bothered you.

“Ugh,” You grumble, sitting up and placing the gift on your lap to distract yourself from all the negativity. Trying to clear your head, you tear open the bright colored wrapping as swiftly as you could. A smile crosses your face when you think about cold, silent Namjoon carefully handling vibrant Christmas paper over this box. Didn’t seem like him.

He always had a peculiar reputation around the office, but he was never anything but duly courteous towards you. Though you never thought much of anyone from your workplace, you did think well of him and his kindness. They denied it like crazy, but everyone had a crush on the smart and mysterious Namjoon, even Jin. You tear off the tape connecting the flaps together and carefully pull out whatever was inside. And that’s when you come face to face with a…stuffed teddy bear.

Really, just a regular brown bear with soft, fuzzy fabric – nothing fancy. Now you were even more confused. Did you ever give him the vibe of being a stuffed-animal lover? Actually, aren’t there some guys who give this kind of stuff to girls, like on Valentines? Joon probably didn’t know what to get you and went with something generic, you deduce.

You stare into its eyes. Plastic black orbs lifelessly leer back at you. When you began to feel oddly uneasy, Jin’s story suddenly flashed through your mind. There wasn’t a head in the box like he said, but it didn’t mean this bear couldn’t be an ominous gift.

What if…it had a small camera stuffed inside the layers of cotton like in those horror movies?

As soon as you conjure the question, you shake your head, cringing at your own thoughts. Just because some people found him disagreeable didn’t mean he was an actual creep who would do that. You, of all people, knew how quickly false notions spread throughout that office. If they were wrong about you, then they were definitely wrong when regarding the quiet Namjoon. He was a simple, introverted man your insufferable coworkers picked on and this was just an innocent teddy and nothing more. Exhaling through your nose, you were about to throw it back in the box and forget about it when a memory abruptly froze you.

“-she’s so boring, it’s almost painful to watch.”

Ok…as a rational individual, you know there’s no camera in this toy, you know that. But if there was a camera – it would mean Joon wants you in some fashion. Would you want to ~secretly~ watch a person you didn’t have a crush on? Exactly. If there was a camera, it would also mean… that when those bitches from the restroom see you, someone plain and inconsiderable in their eyes, be the object of ‘office hottie’ Kim Namjoon’s desire…

Wouldn’t they eat their own words?

The thought instantly sends endorphins throughout your brain. How satisfying. Little old, boring you being stalked by the sexiest, most capable man in the office.

“Hmph.” You smirk at the bear before looking around your room. There was a shelf on the wall facing your bed, stacked with some novels you read back in college. Pushing yourself off the mattress, you walk up to the shelf and lightly thrust away some of the books before placing the teddy bear on an empty spot.

This was silly, you think, gazing at the bear in amusement. Although you were certain there was no camera, the mere thought about spiting those women made you ignore all the red flags which were present in your head since you grew up as a woman in a male-dominated reality. Honestly, you were too caught up in your silly revenge dream to even care.

This was silly, but…strangely fun.

_

Since then you did everything which requires adequate privacy in front of the bear.

Sleeping, getting dressed for work, masturbating, changing underwear and even when you just had to get out of tight jeans and into sweats – you did it all in the once place you knew you had the potential of being ‘watched.’ For some reason, you couldn’t take these actions seriously. Everything was just a game to you and you were actually starting to have fun with the conception of someone observing you round the clock. You started to feel ridiculous sometimes, especially when you tried to act sexy each time you stood in front of your bed.

This was definitely something you had no idea you’d be so into. It was as if you were really beginning to believe there was a camera in the fucking bear. Well if there is – you hope Namjoon likes black underwear as much as you do.

“Nnh- ahh-” You moan as you slam down on your boyfriend’s stomach. He grunts in pleasure, tightening his hold on your flexing hips as you arched your spine out further. With your head thrown back, you slightly open an eyelid to peek over at the “spycam” teddy bear on the wall shelf.

A camera’s lens should be wide enough to catch this angle, right?

“___,” You look back at your boyfriend when he groans your name, suddenly remembering he was under you, “You’re so into it today.”

“Um, y-yeah…”

What else could you say? Tell him the truth about how you’re some pervert who’s currently getting off on the idea that there might be some creepy hot dude watching you bare-naked, fucking another man right this minute? ‘Yeah’ was the only logical choice of words you could invoke. Your boyfriend was a nice guy – someone you met on a dating app. You weren’t exactly looking for anything long-term, but you did want to get off without the hassles and dangers of a one-night stand. It’s been going on for two months now and although you don’t think ‘he’s the one’ or anything, he was calming to be around.

“Oh-oh cumming!”

You stare as his mouth becomes unhinged and his eyebrows knot in frustration. As you said, he’s a nice guy but you wish he wouldn’t look so strange each time he reached his high. If someone was watching you both, this kind of thing is embarrassing.

Wait, what? You stop moving on his dick as soon as the thought crosses your mind. Why are you even thinking about something like that? After a few seconds, the pressure on his chest releases and you mindlessly move off of him, joining him on the mattress. He glances at you in confusion as you stare at the ceiling.

“But you didn’t cum.”

“It’s fine, I’m not really in the mood.”

He sits up, head still turned towards you as he removes his condom, “Uhhhh…You sure?”

Instead of looking at him, you turn your head in the direction of the wall where the bear was placed. Dark orbs gazed back at you.

“Yeah.”

It was just a game to you, but it was starting to get strange.

_

You stretch your dormant muscles as you sit up in your chair.

It was your first day back from the three-day holiday break and you were already in a state of mental detriment. Existing in the same room as people who probably hated you was awkward. Not being able to accurately work through your sudden Christmas impulse of voyeurism also weighed you down. You passed out last night, but the first thing you would do once you got home is throw that stuffed bear away. The game had gone long enough, three days to be exact, and it wasn’t fun anymore. Not when you were involving others.

A part of you felt bad for Namjoon, but you’re sure he wouldn’t actually care.

His obsession with you was just your own delusion after all.

With a groan you get up, gathering the coffee mug from your desk. Maybe some caffeine would help you get it together. You slog into the breakroom, walking up to the freshly brewed coffee pot and pouring a large dose into your cup.

As you’re about to take your first sip, you hear the breakroom door creak open. You’re surprised to see Lisa, but she seems even more surprised – astonished even – when she meets your eyes. For a moment she just stands there by the door, not moving her hand off the handle as she leers at you as if you were a ghoul.

Any other time you would have been confused and creeped out, but right now you could only mentally sigh. Did she perhaps think badly of you as well? It would explain why she always avoided you.

“You should…stay away from Kim Namjoon.”

What?

“Uh…what?”

“I…you should stay away from him. He’s…to you he….”

You squint as the girl stares at the floor, struggling to form words. Why was she suddenly talking about Namjoon and you in the same sentence? In that moment, a look of assurance built up on her face and she looked back up at you, parting her mouth.

But then you see her eyes widen in horror and her shoulders stiffen as she takes a step back.

“Lisa?”

“I- uh- I have to go-” She says, sprinting out of the room before she even finishes her sentence. What the hell was that?

“Good morning, ___.”

Fuck, you recognized that low timbre. You spin around, almost spilling the hot brown liquid as you do, to meet with the one face you were dreading all day. Namjoon stood by you, holding onto his own mug and smiling at you quietly. After every stupid thing you’ve just done in the past couple of days, you really didn’t want to meet him. But you couldn’t abruptly run away either.

“H-hi…Joon…G-good morning.” You mutter, side stepping so he has better access to the coffee pot.

“Cold out, isn’t it.” He makes conversation and you hum along, taking a sip of caffeine as you dwell on how to run back to your desk without seeming too crazy. Namjoon continues to talk about the weather while your anxiety grows. Why were you suddenly so nervous? Were you maybe still delusional; convincing yourself about how he is madly in love with you?

He stops talking for a moment then, and looks over at you who is not present in reality at all. You don’t notice his dark gaze rake over your body nor his grin at your worry.

“You know,” He mutters, almost inaudible, “I do love black underwear as much as you.”

“Yeah.” You sigh in fake amusement, not really processing what he just said. Until you do.

It takes you a minute or two of staring at your coffee to finally register his words into your brain. You slowly look up at him, no traces of amusement or even the previous pointless uneasiness apparent on your current expression.

“What?”

“I said,” He turns his whole body towards you, “I do love black underwear on you.”

“I…” You take a step back, suddenly feeling very small next the man glaring at you, “I’m sorry?”

He raises his hand and fear instantly paralyzes you. When he touches the hair on your head with his fingers, you wanted nothing more than to shove him off and run away. Instead you were caught – irreversibly immobilized by the way he captured you in his gaze.

“Don’t look so surprised, didn’t you want me to see?”

A million and one curses just flash through your mind. This wasn’t real, this was not happening. He was not saying all this. You were probably lying dead next to your boyfriend and still dreaming. That had to be it, because there was no way. No way Namjoon was saying what he is currently in the middle of saying. It was a game; it was just a game.

“Honestly, I thought you would have thrown away such a silly thing as soon as you found it. Did you know it costed me a total of $30? I can’t believe such a cheap investment worked.”

Your breath hitches as you listen to him speak. Mom always called you a fucking idiot, but wow you were a fucking idiot. You were warned, you heard the rumors about him and you should have known. There was a difference between the gossip of drunk girls in the spur of the moment and the account of a very sober and concerned homosexual friend. Still, not wanting to face the present moment, you continue to deny it in your head.

“Nn- uh-” You move back, getting ready to make a run for it. Wishing Jin’s loud ass would somehow interrupt you both.

“I would stay still if I were you.” Namjoon smiles with a warning tone, making you halt, “You see I happen to have a lot of…information. Information which can end up in places it’s not supposed to. I’m sure both of us don’t want that.”

Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew exactly what he meant. He recorded you, he has footage of everything you did and he was threatening you. Every time you got undressed, slept, pleasured yourself and – fuck – you and your boyfriend. He’s seen everything. If those recordings end up online, you’d be finished. Forget about your boring girl reputation, if anyone saw those recordings, you wouldn’t even maintain a reputation to defend. And haven’t some women gotten fired over something similar?

“W-why?” You sob to him, not wanting to lose everything.

“Sshh, it’s okay.” He takes you in his arms, hugging you in a soft but firm manner. What else could you do but let him touch whatever he wanted. Although you couldn’t lie and say you were 100% certain the bear didn’t have a camera, you still passed it off as a joke. You messed up, bad. And around you stood the consequence.

“Aren’t holidays great?” He mumbles into your hair in a low, intimate timbre.

____

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Have a wonderful day -- 🍑

[spurgie-cousin]

WHW Royals Edition 👑 Part 1: Anne, Queen of Great Britain

Born: February 6th, 1665 at St James's Palace, Westminster, Middlesex, England Died: August 1st, 1714 (age 49) at Kensington Palace, Middlesex Reign: March 8th, 1702 - August 1st, 1714

I thought I’d give you guys a little intro to Anne, Queen of Great Britain as a start for my series on weirdo royals. I got big into her after seeing the Yorgos Lanthimos film The Favourite (can’t recommend enough) and that resulted in endless hours of internet wormholes about her bizarre and interesting life. I’ve read about a lot of fucked up royals in my life (truly there’s many) but it was only when I was reading about Anne that I kind of had an ‘a-ha’ moment about how really drastically the monarchial system can fuck a person up. 

Queen Anne fits this bill for me for a lot of reason; she was a surprise Queen who was woefully underprepared for ruling, which led to people pushing their political agendas on her under the guise of genuine affection. It’s hard to know if the relationships that define her legacy and life in popular culture were genuine, or if they would’ve existed at all had she not been a royal. Her legacy is muddied by the traditional, patriarchal writers of history of course and it sometimes is hard to get a clear picture of who she really was, but here are a few tidbits about her life and rule:

Anne’s signature

1. Queen Anne was born Anne Stuart, daughter of James II and Anne Hyde and raised in the traditional way for aristocratic girls, with an education that emphasized on arts, language, and music. This eventually proved to suck dick for her big time later on in life when she became queen. Traditionally, girls were purposefully taught nothing useful about politics or history because it was assumed they would never rule (cough) and this left Anne very much lacking in the political discourse department as a monarch; all of her future speeches and even remarks made around political figures would have to be scripted by advisors. If she found herself off script and not knowing what to say, it’s said that she’d sometimes “move only her lips and make as if she said something when in truth no words were uttered.”

2. 8 year old Anne first met friend Sarah Jennings (Churchill) when she was a lady in waiting at just 5 years old. As you’ll see later on, Sarah goes on to be one of the (if not the most) influential person in the Queen’s life, becoming a trusted friend and political advisor.

3. Anne was what we would probably refer to today as a ‘hot mess express’. The poor gal had a myriad of health issues, both mentally and physically, all of which only got worse as she aged. She suffered from gout and an undefined auto-immune disorder (we think) as well as a bizarre eye-watering disorder and poor vision. It’s also pretty evident that she didn’t have the best relationship with alcohol or food and most likely developed a binge eating disorder later in her life (she was very large at the time of her death and there are a few accounts of her eating to the point of puking in front of other people).

4. Besides her relationships with Sarah and Abigail Masham, Queen Anne is also known mostly known for the tragic loss of her 17 pregnancies. Of all her births she had only 5 live babies, only one of which survived beyond infancy. Her son William was also afflicted with various illnesses all of his life and died at the age of 11.

Prince William, Anne’s longest surviving child

5. Anne became queen by accident, after her Catholic father was ousted as king by her protestant brother in-law. He and her sister ruled for a short time before dying of pneumonia and smallpox respectively with no heir in place, so Anne, who supported the protestant reformation, was crowned Queen.

6. Over the years Anne and Sarah Churchill became extremely close friends, and most accounts agree that Sarah had an incredible amount of influence over Anne’s political decisions. Sarah is said to have had a more natural affinity for politics, and to have had a completely opposite disposition than Anne. Some think that Sarah may have maintained the relationship only to keep her political control.

7. A lot of people that believe that Anne and Sarah were so close because they were lovers. The pair at one time wrote each other 4 letters a day, that included things like “I had rather live in a cottage with you than reign empress of the world without you,” “Oh come to me as soon as you can that I may cleave myself to you,” one of Queen Anne’s “I can’t go to bed without seeing you… If you knew in what condition you have made me, I am sure you would pity.” I don’t think I necessarily share that opinion, for reasons you’ll see below.

8. Sarah was the only person under Anne that was allowed to speak to her without using a title. The two often used their nicknames for each other: Mrs. Morley (Anne) and Mrs. Freeman (Sarah).

Sarah Churchill, 1702

9. A lot of scholars disagree with the notion that Anne had any gay affairs with anyone, including Sarah, for a few reasons; first because, at the time, it was just apparently normal to act hella gay with your friends, particularly for royals, so excessive touching or writing wouldn’t have raised any alarms. Most historians attribute this to the extreme separation of the sexes, particularly in upper class households. Most people spent 90% of their time exclusively with people of their own gender, so it was a means to have your emotional needs met within the confines of your station. If an aristocrat started ‘friend flirting’ with you, it was also seen as rude to not reciprocate. 

10. A few other reasons Anne was probably not lesbian: she had a pretty good relationship with her husband (Prince George of Denmark), and the 17 pregnancies thing suggests that they weren’t having any problems in the bedroom department. Also, when Anne later became close friends with Sarah’s cousin Abigail, Sarah became jealous and began to spread rumors that the two were gay lovers (more on that below). This rumor probably stuck and carried over into other areas of her life. Or maybe Anne was bi and both things were true, who knows.

Anne circa 1685. All physical descriptions of Anne, especially in her later years, don’t describe her in the most glowing terms, which is insane to think about when I see portraits like this.

11. Anne began to grow distant from Sarah after her husband’s death in 1708, which all sources agree flung the queen into a huge depression. She was said to have sat by and kissed his dead body long after his death. Sarah took a tough love approach to try and snap the queen out of it, which backfired. This was when Anne began to get close to Abigail Masham, which infuriated Sarah.

12. Sarah was so mad at Anne for this that she literally wrote a song about her and Abigail being gay together, printed it out on a pamphlet, and passed it around court Mean Girls-style. The pamphlet read: “When as Queen Anne of great renown / Great Britain’s sceptre swayed / Beside the Church she dearly loved / A dirty chambermaid O Abigail that was her name / She starched and stitched full well / But how she pierced this royal heart / No mortal man can tell However for sweet service done / And causes of great weight / Her royal mistress made her, Oh! / A minister of state Her secretary she was not / Because she could not write / But had the conduct and the care / Of some dark deeds at night.” 

13. Besides Sarah, a lot of people took Anne’s relative political ignorance as an invitation to push their own political agendas. It didn’t help that her reign coincided with a rapid development of a 2 party parliamentary system, as the gap between the protestant Whigs and the Catholic Tories began to widen.

14. One of Anne’s crowning political achievements was the 1707 Act of Union uniting England and Scotland under the banner of Great Britain (she had good ideas sometimes, although it’s hard to tell if they came from her or her many influential advisors). Consequently, she was the first ruler to ever rule over united Great Britain.

15. After a series of pretty horrible strokes, poor Anne died at the age of 49 in August of 1714 with no heirs and without reconciling with Sarah Churchill. To her credit, it’s said that despite her failing health she continued to attend cabinet meetings as often as possible until her death. She is buried beside her husband and children in the Henry VII Chapel on the South Aisle of Westminster Abbey.

[strawberryaziraphale]

reddie but maggie works as an office receptionist and thinks her boss would be perfect for her son

Maggie Tozier loved her job. Everyone in her office was warm and friendly, her job itself as a receptionist slash secretary to the CEO of the company, Eddie Kaspbrak, was both challenging and enjoyable. And to top it all off, it was well-paying and the benefits were brilliant. One her first day, Maggie had been warned the boss had quite the reputation for being hard to work with and bad-tempered; she had waved it off, setting a cup of coffee and bran muffin on his desk. He had thanked her appreciatively and returned the favour the following day. Since then, things had been fantastic.

During their many hours of conferences and meetings, Maggie had learned a lot about her boss. He was single, having separated from his wife after realising he was gay, he was keen on cars and old western movies, he was incredibly clean and organised. He was funny and kind yet he could be sarcastic and biting; Maggie had rarely seen that side of Eddie, it mostly came out when he was on the phone to someone who annoyed him. It had only taken Maggie three months to decide her boss would be perfect for her own grown up son, Richie. She vowed to get them together.

That morning, Maggie went about her usual routine. She set her bag down on her desk and logged into her computer, getting an early start on organising Eddie’s day. He arrived almost an hour later, clutching two coffees. He placed one on Maggie’s desk as he passed, smiling warmly at her. She looked up, returning his smile.

“Morning, sir,” she sipped her coffee gratefully, subtly looking him over. He was wearing his usual suit but her eye was drawn to the loud, orange and blue zi-zag tie. Maggie raised an eyebrow, “you’re looking especially sharp today. Is that for Mr. Bowers’ benefit?”

"God, no,” Eddie looked down at his tie, clearly self-conscious about it, “this is the first tie I bought as a single man. It’s stupid but it gives me confidence. I’m going to need it for that meeting later. What do you think?” Maggie hesitated, tilting her head for a better angle. It didn’t help. Eddie seemed to agree with her, grimacing at his fashion choice, “yeah I know. Maybe I’m not cut out for single life.”

“Actually, I think you could give my son some fashion tips. His taste is worse than yours.”

With a final chuckle, Eddie disappeared into his office and Maggie set her plan into motion. She looked at the calendar, making sure Eddie had nothing in his diary for lunchtime. His meeting with Bowers was early afternoon. Perfect. She rummaged in her bag for her phone, quickly texting Richie.

richie, dear, I forgot my lunch. could you bring it to work for me? ma

Despite being a busy comedian working on a new tour and a pilot TV episode, Richie replied almost instantly.

can’t dad do it? rt

Maggie smiled to herself, having expected this answer. Once she got an idea into her head, there was no stopping her. She quickly fired back a response.

honey, you know he’s had a hip replacement. he shouldn’t be driving. ma

yeah yeah I’ll bring it. fucking son of the year right? rt

Delighted, Maggie got back to work. If all went according to plan, she’d have a son-in-law in no time. She watched the clock anxiously, waiting as the hours counted down to minutes. However, fifteen minutes before lunch, Eddie left his office, wearing his jacket with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Maggie physically deflated as he approached her desk, engrossed in his phone. He didn’t look very happy.

“Bowers has brought the meeting forward, Maggie, apparently it couldn’t wait until later. Hold all calls for me, please.”

"Yes, Mr. Kaspbrak.”

If he noticed her disappointment, he didn’t comment on it. Maggie pouted, watching him leave; she got a cruel glimmer of hope as Richie and Eddie passed each other in the hall but, since Eddie was typing on his phone and Richie was examining the lunch bag, they walked straight past each other. She barely noticed when Richie dropped the bag in front of her.

“Oh, yeah, thanks, Richie, you’re the best son ever,” he said sarcastically, dragging a spare chair over to her desk and propping his feet up on the table. Maggie glared at him disapprovingly, “what?”

Maggie sighed, brushing off the incident as she reached into the bag and shared out their lunch, “nothing. So, how do it go with the executives?”

Over the next few weeks, Maggie upped her game. She mentioned as often as she could around Eddie, subtly pointing out his winning characteristics. In the end, Eddie probably thought she was one of those old ladies who couldn’t stop talking about her son. One evening, Maggie caught Eddie leaving early because he had a date. She tried her hardest to usher Richie towards the same restaurant, unsuccessfully. Richie was sure she was going mad. Her husband, Went, thought she was crazy but knew better than to interfere. Maggie was at the end of her tether and decided to bring out the big guns.

The following day, she strolled confidently towards Eddie’s office and knocked, entering once she had permission to do so. Eddie didn’t look busy but he was on his computer, typing slowly but his attention was mostly on Maggie. She cleared her throat, her confidence having waned slightly.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you doing anything this weekend?”

Eddie frowned, his typing ceasing altogether, “err, I don’t have any plans.”

"I’m having a barbecue. Just a few friends and family. You’re welcome to join us. I want to thank you for making me feel welcome.”

"Oh, I- err,” Eddie squirmed in his seat, clearly not used to being asked to spend time with people outside of work. Maggie thought that rather upsetting, “I don’t think that would be very professional of me.”

“Oh, tish to professionalism,” Maggie waved a hand and Eddie had to admit, her eagerness was endearing, “my husband makes a mean steak. And my son has an obsession with hot wings.”

Eddie couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face. He had to agree with Maggie’s son, hot wings were a weakness of his, too. Finally, he ran a hand over his face, nodding, “okay, I’ll be there. Thank you.”

Maggie didn’t let her true happiness show until she was back at her desk, texting her husband her triumph. He was just pleased to have an extra person to cook for. Maggie spent the next few days preparing, asking Eddie what sort of things he liked, if he had any allergies that she didn’t know about already and what his drink preference was. Several times, he told her not to go to any trouble for him. She waved him off, informing him he was their guest and she was happy to do it.

The Toziers spent the next few days preparing for Maggie’s barbecue. Things had been tense when Richie announced he had to go back to L.A to finish his project. Maggie had glared at him in such a way Richie immediately called the producers and told them he couldn’t make it back yet. Maggie even made sure she approved of his outfit - a smart Hawaiian shirt and jeans, casual and understated.

“You invited that guy didn’t you? The one you’re always talking about,” Richie finally figured it out ten minutes before Eddie was due to arrive. His mother’s answering silence told him everything. Rolling his eyes, Richie poured himself a glass of wine, “I thought I told you I’m not interested in anyone you think is cool.”

“I have great taste, thank you,” Maggie said, somewhat offended. She watched Went through the window as he entertained the guests that had already arrived. Richie stared at her as he gulped his wine. And then the doorbell sounded, causing him to choke. Maggie patted his shoulder, “get that, would you, sweetie? I think your father needs help.”

Before Richie could get a word out, Maggie had hurried into the garden. He sighed, traipsing over to the door and forcing a smile onto his face. He didn't want to spend his evening making nice with his Mom’s wrinkly old boss. Except the guy standing there holding a bottle of wine and an aluminum foil-covered plate was not what he had been expecting. This guy was not only stunningly cute and short, he was staring wide-eyed back at Richie - he wanted to be mad at his mom for being right but he couldn’t, not when the guy looked like that.

"Um, I didn’t know what to bring”

"You- you’re my mom’s boss?” Richie couldn’t stop staring. The man was dressed in a casual suit, the first few buttons of his shirt undone.  If it was at all possible, Eddie’s eyes grew wider.

“You’re Richie?” That didn’t sound very nice and he shook his head, trying to explain to himself, “sorry, when Maggie said her son was a comedian, I thought you’d be one of those weird losers or a self-obsessed jerk that just sleeps with everyone.”

Richie smiled, attempting to suavely lean against the door frame, “yeah, well, I thought you’d be one of those old sweaty creeps that bangs their young hot secretaries.”

“Your mom is my secretary, asshole,” Eddie snapped without bite, nodding towards the house, “are you going to let me in or are we going to flirt out here all night?”

“So that was flirting?” Richie stood aside, gesturing into the house. Eddie stepped in, glaring at him, “your game needs work, buddy. Even if I do sleep with everyone,” he held out his hand, “I’m Richie by the way.”

Eddie placed his gifts on the table, shaking Richie’s hand softly, “Eddie.”

“Can I get you a drink, Eds?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, following Richie into the kitchen, “red wine, please.”

From the doorway, Maggie turned to Went, smiling mischievously. A job well done, if she did say so herself.

[hellomynameisbisexual]

Dr. Lauren Beach was 14 years old when she/they first came out as bisexual. Beach revealed the truth to friends and curious classmates at her/their suburban Michigan high school. The reactions varied, but not many were affirming.

"I experienced a lot of people who eroticized my attraction to femme people. It's like, 'oh, you're bi. That's so hot,'" says Beach, who has a Ph.D. in molecular, cellular, developmental biology and genetics.

Other friends asked Beach if she/they were doing it for attention. Beach says only three people, including Beach, at her/their school were openly out as queer. Instead of being embraced by them, Beach received flak for her/their sexuality.

"One of the other people there who was queer was like, 'You're a fence sitter! You're a switcher. You can't be trusted, you might date men after dating me," recalls Beach.

This kind of biphobia, which perpetuates stereotypes, hatred, and prejudices about bisexual people, is not uncommon — even (or sometimes especially) within the queer community. Stigma against bisexual people stems from a larger culture of homophobia, Rory Gory, digital marketing manager of the Trevor Project, an LGBTQ youth suicide prevention and crisis intervention organization, wrote in an email to Mashable.

"Since bisexuals often move between straight and queer spaces, they are subjected to both homophobia and biphobia," Gory explains.

Bisexual people make up a sizable population within the LGBTQ community, given more than 50 percent of queer people in America identify as bisexual, according to the Williams Institute. The think tank does research on sexual orientation and gender identity to ensure stereotypes don't influence laws, policies, and judicial decisions. To be clear, bisexuality means a person is attracted to more than one gender. It doesn't mean bisexual people are more sexually active than others or going through a phase (two common myths).

As a teenager, Beach bought into stereotypes about bi people. But now 22 years later, she/they are a professor at Northwestern University where she/they focus on the health of bisexual people and works to dispel myths about them. Additionally, Beach co-founded the Chicago Bisexual Health Task Force, a coalition that advances the heath equity of bisexual people.

Mashable spoke with Beach, and representatives from advocacy organizations such as the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), GLAAD, and the Trevor Project to learn about the unique challenges bisexual people face and how to be an ally.

1. View bisexual people as individuals

It's easy to lump a single group together but resist that trap. Like anyone else, bisexual people are individuals and their personalities and preferences vary. As Beach says, "there's not one single experience of bisexuality."

For example, Beach is asexual or ace. This means Beach doesn't experience sexual attraction, but she/they are romantically attracted to people across the gender spectrum. One can be both asexual and bi, with some asexual people preferring to identify as biromantic. Although many asexual people are not interested in having sex, some may choose to engage in sexual activity; asexual people can have varied preferences and experiences. Beach's experience doesn't mean all bisexual people feel the same way.

Getting to know more bisexual people can help scrub away your pre-conceived notions. You could already have friends who are bisexual and not know it. Be open about your intentions to learn so you can tear down your misconceptions about bisexual people, Beach recommends.

"You'd be surprised by how many people are like 'Oh, I'm actually bi. Let's talk," says Beach. "From understanding the breadth of experience, you personalize people."

2. Challenge negative stereotypes

As you expand your knowledge about bisexual people, speak up when you hear people perpetuating harmful misperceptions. Sometimes we don't even know we've absorbed negative stereotypes if we're not informed, says Mackenzie Hart, coordinator of GLAAD's Media Institute, which advises media, television, and film professionals on accurate LGBTQ representation.

An easy way to interject when you hear a myth about bisexual people is to say, "Actually, that's not true, my friend who is bisexual does not fit that stereotype," suggests Hart. It can also help to arm yourself with accurate statistics to further back up what you're saying, says Madeleine Roberts, HRC's assistant press secretary. HRC is a helpful resource for these stats.

"Barsexual" is a hurtful label often used to demean bisexual people. It refers to the incorrect belief that bisexual people will only interact with certain genders when they are intoxicated, explains Hart. It upholds the myth that bisexual women are actually straight as it implies they only flirt or make out with women when drunk. It also contributes to bi erasure, which GLAAD says happens when "the existence or legitimacy of bisexuality (either in general or in regard to an individual) is questioned or denied outright."

You should also push back against the harmful stereotypes that bisexuals can't be trusted to commit to a relationship, says Gory. "Embrace bisexuals as valid members of the [LGBTQ] community, rather than referring to them as 'allies' of the community."

Additionally, you can be an ally by understanding certain words and promoting proper usage. For example, you can clarify the difference between bisexual and bi+. Bi+ is an umbrella term inclusive of people who are pan, queer, fluid, and those who don't prefer labels. Use the full acronym of LGBTQ rather than gay as an umbrella term for queer people, explains Roberts. By taking these steps, you can "create spaces where people are hearing these words," says Hart.

3. Healthcare providers need to educate themselves

One time, a clinician asked Beach how many sex partners she/they had.

"I was like, OK, what do you mean by sex?" says Beach. The practitioner questioned why Beach would ask this. Beach told the clinician she/they are bisexual and, therefore, needed clarification about what sexual behavior she was referring to.

"She got really uncomfortable and said 'deep vaginal penetration,'" says Beach. "She started off guessing. She said, "you seem like a nice girl. So what is it, like one or two people?"" says Beach. The provider then said, “So, what you’re saying is more than 30 or 40 people.”

"It shows how someone [in a healthcare setting] can make this jump based on biphobic stereotypes of what my sexual behavior would be,” explains Beach.

After that encounter, Beach never went back to that doctor. To this day, Beach doesn’t have a designated primary care provider.

“I have to work up the emotional energy to want to go put myself through that potential experience," Beach says about seeking out healthcare.

Beach's experience isn't uncommon. Biphobia may discourage bisexual people from going to the doctor, with 39 percent of bisexual men and 33 percent of bisexual women reporting that they didn't disclose their sexual orientation to any medical provider, according to a 2012 study by the Williams Institute. Comparably, 13 percent of gay men and 10 percent of lesbians did not share their sexual orientation with a doctor.

Providers shouldn't presume anyone's sexual behavior because they know their sexual identity, says Beach. Hart echoes this advice. A doctor once asked Hart, "Are you seeing anyone?" Hart said no. She then asked, "If you were seeing anyone, would you be seeing a woman, a man, either, or other?" It wasn't perfect, Hart says, but asking open-ended questions that are inclusive of gender nonconforming people made Hart comfortable enough to see her again.

"Even if you aren't sure of certain words... you can make it clear you aren't going to be judgmental and you understand there's a wide array of experiences," says Hart.

4. Uplift bisexual people of color

Roberts recommends following prominent bi+ people of color on social media such as singer and actor Janelle Monáe, NFL player Ryan Russell, writer and transgender rights activist Raquel Willis, and politician Andrea Jenkins to become familiar with their lives. The next step is to share their stories with your friends and family.

At last year's Academy Awards, actor Rami Malek won Best Actor for his portrayal of British singer Freddie Mercury. Malek described Mercury as gay during his acceptance speech but Mercury was actually bisexual. Willis called out the bi erasure in a tweet.

Of the four people Roberts listed, two (Willis and Jenkins) are transgender. Just like one can be asexual and bi, one can also be transgender and bi. In 2015, the National Center for Transgender Equality surveyed 27,715 transgender people from every state and D.C., U.S. territories, and U.S. military bases abroad and 14 percent of respondents described their sexual orientation as bisexual.

To ensure you're not erasing transgender bi+ people's identities, always use inclusive language like "siblings" instead of "brothers and sisters," says Roberts, when addressing people as if they're family. This guarantees you're not assuming every bi+ person (or anyone generally) identifies as either male or female.

Taking into account the role intersectionality plays in the lives of bi+ people is important — especially when you're looking to amplify their voices.

[qiankunfics]

KunTen Masterlist Part 4

AO3

1.   we don't know how to talk, but damn, we know how to fuck by flowerhairclips

Summary: It’s hilarious to Ten how they ended up fucking on the regular, because Kun was so uptight and didn’t at all look like the type to have several pornhub webpages open on his incognito browser that reflected all the kinks he had hidden underneath his collared shirts and slacks. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

2. Lords and Ladies by Mntsnflrs

Summary: How galling it must have been to see a common whore beside the throne, his hands in the King’s hair, lips against the King’s ear. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

3. Doctor's Orders by Fire_shockk

Summary: Ten gets some upsetting orders from his doctor, and Kun is there to make sure he goes through with it. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

4. Summer Stars by Mntsnflrs

Summary: He never asked for favours, so when he did, Kun agreed without asking questions. Rating: Mature Status: Completed Trigger: Descriptions of injuries 

5. Now your mess is mine by Livvinamess

Summary: Courting him like an omega would court a beta, and that was a problem, because Kun wasn't one. Rating: General  Status: One-Shot

6. supernova beat by taeyomi (buttercream)

Summary: For the record, Kun didn’t free fall into love with Ten. It was a painstakingly gradual process, but in hindsight, it probably started that very day. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

7. back to black by rendawnie

Summary: Kun hums under his breath. His wrists ache from the leather straps that had bound him yesterday, during a particularly bad episode. They’d had to restrain him. Ten would have been proud, he thinks to himself. Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot  Trigger: Self-Harm, Mental Illness

8. when the time comes by kuntenjohnil

Summary: Ten summons a human familiar?  Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot 

9. bewitched by andnowforyaya

Summary: Kun and Ten move into their starter home outside of the city and throw a housewarming party. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

10. i'm gonna bed into you like a cat prance into a beanbag by eatthatup

Summary: All he does is smile, widely, because he loves them, because he’s happy that Ten is happy, because he’s glad they can share such intimate moments. Sometimes it makes him emotional. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

11. Perfect Little Family by oonymay

Summary: In which Kun and Ten find a crying child in a forest and naturally decide that raising it in secret is the best option. And therein begins a battle with languages, the meaning of home and feelings. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

12. I Literally Hate You by RainbowDonkeys

Summary: Roommates Ten and Kun hate each other and they decide to hate-fuck.  Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

13.  Totally Showed Him! by pinkfire

Summary: If Ten is so fed up, he can just put Kun in his place, show him that he can’t just step all over Ten whenever he wants. What’s the worst that could happen? Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

14.  it's only up from here by unconscious

Summary: Ten can't quite ask for what he wants. Kun is determined to figure it out. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

15. don't you go by angstonly

Summary:  one reunion and way too many drinks later, kun and ten find each other in the same situation that led to them drifting apart two years ago Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

16. dark white room by rainingover

Summary: Ten visits Kun in the prison wing of the ship. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed 

17. How I’ve waited by crazvdream

Summary: In which Kun and Ten are both dumbasses who don’t know how to express their love. They get there eventually. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

18. Interest by EbbaTriesToWrite

Summary: He didn’t speak word about his interest in makeup but kept indulging himself by watching videos, he always made sure to use an incognito window though - he knew other boys did too but for very different reasons. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

19. Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken by colorskun

Summary: On the worst days, Kun wasn’t entirely sure what Ten’s voice sounded like when he told him he loved him. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Triggers: Blood and Injury, Psychological torture

20. Take Yourself Home by Phoenix_Tears for Purple_rules

Summary: Seeing them now, nobody would ever imagine that Kun and Ten were once head over heels for each other. Rating: Explicit Status: On-Going

21. love you out loud by unconscious 

Summary: Yes, Kun ge, I like it when you hold me down, and pull my hair, and don’t let me touch, and maybe you could spit in my mouth again? Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

22.  to the moon and back by andnowforyaya

Summary: “Hey, have you seen Ten?” Kun asked Johnny for the third time that night. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

23. ‘Cause I can’t make you stay if you wanna go by kkkalguksu

Summary: “He… he ran away.” Kun’s mouth agape in surprise. Maybe he never expected this kind of mess. Especially, not on their wedding day.  Rating: General Status: One-Shot

24.  The Moonlight Shines At Midnight by pylador19

Summary: What if you were the very few people in the world, like Ten, who didn’t have a soul mark anywhere on their body? Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

25. actually, I don't have a daughter by mikararinna

Summary: "Look, I'm a single gay man in my 30s who's probably desperate for love. When a hot male with fluffy brown hair suddenly talked to me about his babies after I ranted about my sweet, sweet baby TongTong I didn't expect him to be a single father of two!" Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

26. He Moves Like The Waves by pinkfire

Summary: “You’ll get sand in your mouth. Want me to send you his number?” He has a knowing look on his face, eyebrows rising and sinking teasingly. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

27. from me, to you by madhoney

Summary: story of kunten falling in love over time through the exchanging of gifts. Rating: General Status: On-going

28.  The Games by SourwolfZiam

Summary: Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Thailand, 3-time Olympic medallist) announces his upcoming retirement from professional gymnastics a month before the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

29. Familiar Flames by pinkfire

Summary: Ten didn't think he deserved to find another familiar, let alone a loving werewolf Kun who smells like sweets and warm bread. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

30. it's always say goodnight n go by piiisces

Summary: when ten misses the train home, kun lets him sleep at his place for the night. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

31.  gotta be first by kuntenjohnil

Summary: lmao xuxi i just walked into this bar and someone yelled dibs - Kun Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

32.  Senses. by Lesbevian

Summary: In which Ten misses his boyfriend while promoting overseas. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

33.  let's be lucky people by xflatline

Summary: Kun and Ten have been dating for forever.Everyone thinks they're the perfect couple including themselves. Rating: Teen  Status: One-Shot

34.  Lights down low by mkhhhx

Summary: “Why, wasn’t my office romantic enough?” Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

35. On your side by kkkalguksu

Summary: “I have good news and a bad news.” Kun received a message from his husband that contains this message. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

36.  composure by andnowforyaya

Summary: “What do you want, baby?” Kun mumbled, sinking back down onto flat footing languidly and continuing to push his ass back, teasing Ten. “What does baby want?” Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

37. i wil confess what has been on the tip of my tongue tomorrow by ActivelyWeird

Summary: Ten knew they didn't sell any rice milk, so why was he telling this customer that they did? Rating: General Status: One-Shot

38.  the moment you can breathe 

Summary: Kun ends up creating a fake fan account for himself to try and connect with his fanbase. Ten is a very big (and horny) fan of his. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot *Twit fic AU on AO3

39. Liu Yangyang's Masterplan by Kill3rWhal3D1ck

Summary: *focus pairing is DoJae but KunTen does feature well in the first few chapters Rating: Explicit Status: Completed 

40. you're the right thing after all by unconscious

Summary: kunten getting together and being romo soulmates with intersex ten Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

41. 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 ✧ : .゜ by tintedCupre

Summary: As night drips his lips connect with Ten again and he forgets the lines of what is sin and what is not. Rating: Teen/Mature Status: One-Shot Trigger: Homophobia

42.  Mr Qian and the oh-so-absolutely flirtatious Mr Lee by writesinfontuwu

Summary: Qian Kun finds a secretary that does his job well and actually puts up with his demands. Bad thing about him? Overly, insufferably, annoyingly, (adorably) flirtatious. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

43. in a place like this by merryofsoul

Summary: Kun and Ten meet in the hospital, but not in the way you'd think. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

44. Normal but Special by MelodicNoise for kungod

Summary: Kun's birthday isn't shaping up to be what he expected. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

45.  Aim and Shoot by softyjseo

Summary: After being separated from his group, Ten doesn't lose hope to find them again. He stumbles upon an abandoned hotel and hopes to survive. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

46.  boy, i can't cover up my heart by kunhyangs

Summary: ten decides confessing to kun through a vague, 'didn't-think-this-through' text is the best way to confess. except, it doesn't work as expected, but he's still happy with the outcome. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

47.  He's Our Little Shit by rowx3yourships

Summary: “Tell me why the teachers call me first?” Ten walked over and sat in Kun’s lap. “You’re the responsible adult, not me.” Rating: General Status: One-Shot

48.  Touchin by starryeyed (kaylie153)

Summary: ten meets someone at a club and takes him home Rating: Explicit  Status: One-shot

49. ursa minor by lowkeyamen

Summary: No one is allowed to tell Ten he's a good boy apart from Kun. Certainly not some cheap little lie detector toy. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

50.  give it a shot by 10vesick

Summary: Ten takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

[depressedkakashihatake]

Mafia au kakashi x iruka

Kakashi has to go pick shikamaru and naruto up from school and has to sit in a meeting with the principal and their teacher iruka

BTW naruto is adopted by shikaku and yoshino

Babysitting duty.

This was the punishment he got for forgetting to pick up Shikaku’s coffee on the way into work this morning. As soon as his boss had gotten a call from Shikamaru and Naruto’s school, he had gotten the grand idea of punishing Kakashi for his mistake by having him pick up the troublemakers from school and listen to whatever rant the principle and teacher had brewing for him.

He had hoped when he got there the school would turn him away saying only Shikaku or Yoshino could pick the boys up.

Apparently Shikaku had already thought of that.

“Nara-san said to expect you,” the secretary behind the desks smiles up at him, completely ignoring the look of utter disgust on his face. “The boys are in the principal's office waiting for you.”

Great. Just what he wanted.

“Thanks.” He’s certain she can hear the displeasure in his voice, but she continues to smile. He wonders if she’s actually capable of producing a frown, or if the principle has injected her with a serum that forces her to smile twenty-four seven.

Making his way around the desk, he drags his feet along the carpet towards the principal's office, fond memories of his own times spent in that exact office because he had gotten into a fist fight, or corrected a teacher's misinformation in class.

The worst part of it all?

He knew for a fact it was the same damn principle. 

Knocking on the door, he waits for a soft ‘come in’ to come through the door before taking a deep breath, grabbing the door knob and opening the door.

Suddenly it feels like he’s twelve years old again about to be scolded. Except this time, he was painfully aware of every single person in the room. The principal sitting comfortably behind his desk, Shikamaru and Naruto in front of the desk with their heads hung low, and a fourth person off to the side with a scowl on his face.

A very cute face, he might add.

“Hatake,” there’s a bitterness in the principal's voice when he sees him. “I see Nara-san still keeps you around.”

Giving his shoulders a shrug, Kakashi ignores the principles jab in favour of turning his attention to the troublemakers in question, wondering to himself if this was going to be a trip that resulted in him having to scold them, or him getting them Ramen as a reward.

He really hoped it was the second one.

It would ruin his day a lot less if he got to hear about the pair beating up a bully, or just throwing hands with someone. Anyone. He didn’t care who.

“Is there an actual reason i’m here, or do you just like to waste my time?” Ok, he might have drawn on his ‘inner Shikaku’ a little too much with that one. ‘What did they do?”

“They got into a fight,” It wasn’t the principal's lips moving, so Kakashi forced himself to look at the fifth person in the room. Unfortunately, that face had not gotten any less cute since he looked at it last, and he had really been hoping it would. It was easier to dislike someone when they weren’t cute. “Broke another student's nose.”

He’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to be wondering if it’s his training or Gai’s that they used to break a kids nose, but he is.

He most definitely is.

“Did the kid deserve to have his nose broken?” Not the best way to ask that particular question, but it got the point across and for the first time since he arrived both of the boys lifted their head.

“He called Naruto an orphan and told him no one would ever love him.” Kakashi raised an eyebrow towards the other man, silently asking him if he really thought the boys deserved to be in trouble for that. 

Clearly he understood what was being asked of him, because he straightened up immediately and narrowed his eyes. Determined. That was a hot trait for a guy to have.

“”Violence is hardly an appropriate answer to being picked on, Hatake-san,” Clearly the man did not know who he was talking to. Violence was the perfect answer, and Kakashi couldn’t help but level the principle with an unimpressed look for that one. “They broke a students nose.”

“Was anyone actually going to do anything about the bullying?” His eyes didn’t leave the principle for a second. He knew the answer he was going to give. It was the same one he gave to Shikaku every single time he had to pick Kakashi up from school early.

It’s just a bit of playful teasing

It’s not our responsibility

All equally trash excuses.

“I would have,” ok, that one caught him off guard. Turning his attention back over to the teacher, he raised an eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate. “Bullying is unacceptable, but so is violence. The other student has been informed that he is on a final warning, as this is not the first time he has been caught bullying other students. One more time and he will be expelled, broken nose or not.”

Was it wrong that he was turned on right now? Because a teacher actually standing up to bullying was kind of hot.

“Stop flirting,” he glared over at Shikamaru, ignoring the way Naruto smacked a hand over his mouth and giggled. “It’s gross.”

“I am not,” he hissed, already taking back the offer for Ramen that he hadn’t actually made to them yet. “You just shut it. You’re the one in trouble here.”

“Oh like you’re a good boy.” He was definitely not going easy on the brat during their next training session together. Yoshino could yell at him all she wanted for giving her deerling a bruise, maybe Shikamaru would finally learn how to dodge a hit if he actually took one.

“As i was saying,” the sensei cleared his throat “none of the students' behaviours were acceptable, and as such we have decided on a suspension for all of them.”

Suspension? Was that supposed to be a punishment? Did they still do that? It hadn’t worked on him, why would it work…

Actually, he wasn’t going to complain.

It was better than an expulsion. 

Fine,” shrugging his shoulders, he glared at the boys. “Let’s go. You can explain to your dad that you’re getting caught fighting.”

Both the principle and their teacher cleared their throats.

“Sorry, I meant to say you can explain to your father than you’re fighting and breaking other students' noses,” he corrected himself. “Better?”

“From you?” The principle huffed. “Acceptable.”

For a grown man, he sure was tempted to stick his tongue out at the man.

Too bad his mask was in the way.

“Let’s go you two,” he sighed, taking a step back to let them out the door. “I have better things to do with my day than visit this old shi- school.” 

“Ya, right,” Naruto giggled, running past Kakashi into main office. “Like ask Iruka-Sensei out on a date?”

Iruka? That was sort of a cute na-

“I will end you!” He screamed after Naruto as soon as he realized what had just been said to him.

“I don’t think Iruka-Sensei wants to date a guy who kills his adopted brother!” Shikamaru jabbed him in the ribs on the way by, laughing when he glared at him. “He’s too much of a softy for that.”

“Would you quit calling me a softy!?” Glancing back at the other man, Kakashi couldn’t but chuckle when he saw the angry look on his face. “And stop trying to set me up with your brother!”

“Too bad,” Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Kakashi smirked. “I like big softies.”

Judging by the way the man’s eyes practically bulged out of his head, the comment had done its job of embarrassing the poor bastard. 

“Maybe I'll buy you dinner one of these days,” he offered playfully “As a reward for putting up with those two shits.”

“I’m sure Iruka-Sensei would prefer to spend his time with better company,” How was it that the old man always managed to make him hate his guts more and more every time they saw each other? “Now get out of my office, Hatake.”

“It’s stuffy in here anyways,” he huffed, turning towards the door and heading out “smells like decaying old man.”

He can hear the screams chasing after him, but he ignores them in favour of following the boys out of the school and back towards his car. 

“So,” stopping by the drivers side, he turned to look at the pair. “Ramen for lunch?”

Naruto threw his hands up in the air, celebrating the victory he had just been handed while Shikamaru sighed in defeat.

At least this trip wasn’t a complete write off.

Maybe he would have to pick them up from school more often, just to see the cute teacher again.

[simsadventures]

Only Mine: Chapter 4: The Encounter Part I

Summary: You try to forget all about the night and the dinner you had with Bucky, but some people just won’t let you.

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of rape (trying not to be too explicit), angst, mobster AU

Word Count: 2244

A/N: Remember, you wanted it @sebbbystaaan​ and @kneel-begyourpardon​. Don’t stone me for this little cliffhanger. Part II of The Encounter will come out tomorrow. Let me know what you thought xx

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The next couple of days were a blur for Bucky. He couldn’t figure out how anyone would be so cold towards him, especially a woman. He tried to think back to the night the two of you spent together, that maybe he did something wrong, or that he maybe not performed the way he usually does. But he shook this thought off, remembering how your thighs quivered and how your whole body shook. This couldn’t be the reason then.

All the women always loved when he acted like an alpha around them, so he didn’t understand what your problem was with things like him ordering food for you. A weird thought appeared in front of his eyes. Maybe you really weren’t anything like the women he was used to, and that he genuinely had no idea how to treat a woman, but he dismissed this as well. Pff, he was Bucky Barnes, every woman would fall to their knees to just spend a night with him.

He was standing in his room, staring out the window at his backyard. He could see three gardeners trying to create something beautiful of the mess the grass and trees were at the moment, and he loved to see them work. It brought peace to his weary mind. But somebody disturbed the peace by knocking on his door.

“Yeah,” he rumbled but didn’t make any effort of looking who it was. He had the nagging feeling that it was either Steve, or Sam, or both, and he didn’t need to see their faces. He could get all the emotions just from their voices, especially when the three of them were together, his right hands always told him everything just like they felt it.

“Staring into the distance, thinking of your one try love, mate?” Sam asked, humour laced in his voice. He could hear Steve snicker behind him and Bucky just rolled his eyes at their childish behaviour.

“You wanted something particular, or did you come in to tease me?” Bucky growled, his eyes now closed, with his fingers massaging the root of his nose. They’ve been there for a few seconds, and they were already giving him a headache.

“Teasing? You think this is teasing? Teasing would be if we came back to the scene at the restaurant. Man! The way she sassed you and how you stay quiet, that was hilarious! We were a little worried that you bit your tongue. This, this would be teasing, old pal.” Steve was smirking at Bucky, who was now intently staring at the two of them, wishing they would turn into dust.

“Haha, so funny! You done, assholes? I do have better things to do than to listen to the two of you.”

“Like? Staring out the window like you’re the cover of a sad-boy’s album?” This time, Sam and Steve actually high-fived, and all Bucky could do was to sigh. He might have been the boss outside the room, but here, in his personal quarter, they were just three old friends, teasing the hell out of each other. Bucky just hated that it was now his turn to be in the burning seat.

“Give me a break, ok? I just never met a woman like her, that’s all. But she made it very clear that she wasn’t interested and I’m not gonna hunt her down. I’ve got better things to do than to think about some sassy-big-mouthed girl. Any word on Pierce?”

Both of the men in front of Bucky shook their heads. “Nope, nothing. Apparently, he is still very much on the West Coast, and if he likes his own life, he’s gonna stay there. Don’t worry about him, we’re gonna make sure he stays where he should. Speaking of shoulds,” Sam said, and looked at Steve, importantly.

“Right, we should get on the streets today. There are some bastards roaming the city, raping young women. We should make a purge and show them what happens to guys like them. I spoke to the Commissioner of the NYPD, and he said that their forces could help us, we just gotta call them. He told me, that they almost had the guys, but that they weren’t scared of the cops one bit, and the Commissioner thinks they would be scared of us. He also gave us full permission to do whatever we think is necessary. He just wants them out of the city.”

Bucky nodded and clenched his jaw. He hated men like that. He might have been a jerk, but all his women went with him willingly, or, at least, he wouldn’t push himself on them sexually. He also hated the fact that some asshole thought it was a good idea to start that shit in his city.

“Call the Commissioner, and tell him that the patrols that would see anything suspicious should call us directly and that we’ll handle it. Let’s hope it’ll be enough, and that it will be over with quickly. Do we know anything about them?”

Sam was thinking for a while, as was Steve. When they felt like they thought of everything that could be important, they switched between the two of them and told it all to Bucky.

“There are two of them, apparently taking turns at the girls.”

“They sometimes take two girls, one for each. Most of the time, they, however, take one girl, and when they’re done with her, they look for another one, so they have at least two girls a night.”

“Which tells us they must be on the younger side of the spectrum, having the stamina for two rounds, pretty quickly after each other.”

“They use condoms, so the hype is not in breeding the women, but maybe over-powering them? They apparently don’t have a type, their victims vary from the colour of their skin to their height.”

“But, we do know that their favourite part of New York is Brooklyn, only one of the 10 rapes they managed to do happened outside of Brooklyn, so we should be stationed somewhere around there.”

Bucky listened intently, making mental notes and preparing a plan for the night, or several nights ahead of them. For a second, his mind wandered towards you, if you were fine, and if you would be fine, but he quickly dismissed the thought and concentrated on the task at hand. They had an eventful night ahead of them.

—-

Getting Bucky out of your head was easier than you thought. Mostly because you were buried in your work, deadlines licking your heels and you knew you’d catch absolute hell if you didn’t finish in time.

What also helped was that you couldn’t meet him anywhere. Because the two of you lived such different lives, you were almost a hundred per cent sure there wasn’t a possibility of the two of you randomly meeting again. Once was enough and you didn’t need him threatening you go on another date with him. You inwardly rolled your eyes at yourself, reminding you that it wasn’t a date and that you definitely didn’t want it to be one.

Bucky was a mobster, and you definitely didn’t have his icy eyes in front of you when you were falling asleep. Not. At. All. But, to tell the truth, that was the only time you actually thought of him, otherwise being pretty busy.

Natasha loved every detail of that night, and you thought she would soon start writing down quotes from the date. She was obsessed with someone putting Bucky in his place, even more so that it was her best friend who did that, and she had first-hand details of the encounter.

You were sitting at the publishing house, with 5 other people, all of you catching up with your work. Among others, a new secretary of the editorial director. She looked like a sweet girl, even if you thought she was a little too dolled-up for pretty much an all-nighter at a publishing house, with a bunch of uninterested people. Your director was gay, so there was no chance she would be able to get to him, and other than that, it was you, Kate, and Bruce, who was currently single, but too shy to even look Tania’s way.

You and Kate were discussing the best approach to one of the Young Adult books you were currently trying to edit so that it could be sold in the shortest amount of time. You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and when you turned, you could see Tania sitting on your desk. You cringed inwardly, really hating when people invaded your personal space but tried to remain calm and collected. It was still a long night ahead of you.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. You were out on Friday night, weren’t you?” She asked sweetly, but the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes.

You smiled politely and nodded. Not that it was any of her business anyway. “Well if you saw me, then I must have been out, right?” You started to turn back to Kate, who was obviously trying not to laugh but failing miserably. Tania’s hand stopped you.

“So you’re the girl of the month, then? Huh, would never guess his demands got so low but good for you. The best month of your life awaits you until he decides that you’re old news and kicks you out like a stray dog.”

There was so much venom in her voice that you were surprised she didn’t poison you spitting at you.

“Sounds like you have the first-hand experience with that, sweetheart!” You smiled oh-so-sweetly at her, and she was now sending daggers through her eyes. “Look, Tania, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it was just one dinner, and I’m definitely the girl of no month. I bet Bucky is a great guy for the month, but I’m seriously not interested. So you can stop keeping me away from my job, and maybe start doing yours and bring us all coffee?”

You were a bitch, and you knew it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You hated when people were nosey and would ask you unnecessary questions about your personal life. It was called personal for a reason.

She scoffed, but got up from your table (not before she “accidentally” pushed some of the papers from the table on the floor) and asked everyone around if anyone else wanted some hot beverage. Everyone hummed in agreement, but never stopped with their works.

Kate showed you thumbs up excitedly but otherwise dropped the case, knowing you two could gossip about what just happened after the deadlines were closed and your asses weren’t catching on fire.

It was around 2 AM that you could finally send out all the files you were supposed to, and despite your exhaustion, you couldn’t help but feel happy and relieved. Tania went home around 11 PM telling you all that she wasn’t cut out for such things, and that she better go home to be fresh and pretty the next morning. You collectively rolled your eyes at her but left it without a comment, feeling like she wouldn’t get the sarcastic comments that were on the tip of your tongue.

You said your goodbyes with Kate, and both walked in different directions. You would typically put in your headphones and zone out, but you were aware that it was quite late, and that even if New York acted as the safe city because of Bucky and his crew, you heard about few rapes around Brooklyn and you didn’t want to take a chance.

So you casually walked down the pavement, thinking about how you didn’t want to get up the next morning, knowing it would be a massive pain in the ass. Your mind also wandered towards your breakfast, trying to imagine the contents of your fridge to think of what you were gonna make the next morning.

As you were deciding between scrambled eggs and pancakes, somebody behind you whistled. You paid no mind to it, thinking that it definitely wasn’t at you. But when the whistling came from much closer behind you, followed by a low “pussycat”. You could hear a chuckle, which sounded like coming from a different man, and a cold sweat burst on your forehead, while a shiver ran down your spine.

You quickened your pace, hearing that they did the same, and you suddenly felt the rush of adrenaline in your blood. You didn’t want to die, or be used like that, and tried to think of anything that would get you out of the situation. You got to run. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fight them, especially if there were two of them, but you weren’t willing to take a look and lose time with it. But even without turning, you could hear them getting closer every second, and when you could feel a hand on your shoulder, harshly grabbing you, you did the only thing that was left. You let out a loud shriek, which was quickly muffled by a hand over your mouth. Your eyes watered instantly, you were trashing in the attacker’s arms, trying to get free, but he wouldn’t budge. You never thought you would end up here, and with this thought, your mind grew hazy, and your body went limp.

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[singingstorm]

Jin’s friendship (June 2020 Animage)

Jin, who’s rushing headlong towards his goal of freeing Humagears, and Horobi, who’s beginning to change after finding out who he is—a hot off the press feature on Horobi and Jin on the cusp of Metsuboujinrai.net’s revival!

A goal that he only discovered through his own destruction.

--Compared to last time, there are quite a few more scenes where Jin openly shows his feelings, like in Episode 30 where he lashes out at Aruto.

nkgw: I believe the main reason for this is that Jin has found a goal in life and he’s working towards it. Previously, he only followed Horobi’s orders and didn’t really understand what he was doing. Also, now Jin’s role in the story is to be a disruptive force, so I wanted to play my role in a way that would shake up the other characters.

--After your rider form was upgraded to Burning Falcon, was there any change you were particularly conscious of in the recording studio?

nkgw: When recording a fight scene, I think the qualities of a strong character are a low voice and a sense of effortlessness, so I made my voice stronger and lower. As for showing composure, I suppose the most extreme way to demonstrate strength would be fighting without making any noise, but that defeats the purpose of the recording studio, so I only voice out at key times. Especially during the fight with Thouser, I wanted Jin to come off as the stronger fighter, so I was like ‘No way I’m going to make more noise than Nachi-kun!’ (laughs). Although I’m decreasing the amount of force, my method of voice acting is the same as it was with Flying Falcon. I’ll imitate the movements of Kamen Rider Jin on the screen while voicing.

--Jin’s opinion of Aruto is slowly changing as well.

nkgw: Jin’s opinion of Aruto started at 0%, but around Episodes 30-31, it increased to about 10%. They have the same goal of freeing humagears, but Jin is taking a different route from Aruto, and he believes that his route is absolutely correct. That’s why he’s not mixing around with Aruto. However, he probably thinks that there are things he can also learn from Aruto.

--Naki was also freed. Please tell us your feelings from the first time you acted with Nakayama Satsuki, who plays Naki.

nkgw: Their sense of presence is amazing. When in their outfit, they can mysteriously be seen as both a man or a woman, or sometimes even a boy. After watching Project Thouser Part 1, when thinking about it in-character, I was like ‘I’m so glad you’re free now, you’ve had a really hard time.’ Project Thouser ended on a terrible note, after all... Generally, Metsuboujinrai.net is always pitiful. I naturally felt anger at Amatsu Gai. I watched the completed video with Sunagawa-san in the dressing room and while watching, we discussed how much Horobi actually knew about the truth. Many mysteries still remain.

This is just my personal theory, but after Jin was destroyed by Aruto in Episode 16, his consciousness remained intact and during this period, he found out about many different things, like what happened in Project Thouser. Then he spent a long time deep in thought and found a new goal to strive for. After that, he hacked some lab and constructed his current, new body. So, to Jin, Project Thouser is also an important episode.

--Do you have any inside stories to about filming?

nkgw: In Episode 32, there was that scene where I was trying to free Naki from Isamu back at the hideout. Isamu was supposed to throw the headset that was stuck on his head down and run out of the hideout. During rehearsal, Okada-san always put it down carefully and left, but during the real thing, he threw it onto the floor with all his might (laughs). I accidentally shouted ‘Ahh--!’ (laughs). Also, during the scene where Okada-san was wearing the headset, the way he acted being in agony was very unique and funny, and I had a hard time controlling my laughter. I’m always thrown off-pace when acting with Okada-san, but that’s a good thing too.

--Finally, please let us know about the things to look forward to and leave a message for the fans.

nkgw: Now it’s Metsuboujinrai.net’s time to shine! There are many upcoming developments that I want everybody to enjoy. But things might take a painful turn for Jin...? Please look forward to it. It’s a difficult time for everybody right now, but let’s bear it for now so that we can stay healthy and meet again in the future!!

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(extras from the blurbs)

Jin

Although he started forging a connection of trust with Aruto when they fought alongside each other, he snatched Ikazuchi’s data and fled. To Jin, reviving Metsuboujinrai.net is his top priority.

The desire to free all of his friends

Like before, Jin still thinks of all humagears as his friends. He even tries to persuade Aruto’s secretary, Izu, to pursue freedom, even though he had once attacked her. He accepts and respects her desire to stay by Aruto’s side.

Never giving up on freeing his comrade

His quest to free Naki met a setback from Fuwa Isamu’s interference, but never gives up on freeing them. Perhaps they’re special to him as a fellow member of Metsuboujinrai.net. With the help of Yaiba Yua, who had clashed with him many times on the battlefield before, he finally succeeds!

Aruto might actually be an okay guy

With his new company, Aruto’s working hard to show the world how wonderful humagears can be. While watching Aruto treat humagears with respect and place his own life on the line to protect them, Jin begins to believe that he’s different from other humans.

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1) luckily this issue was added to kindle unlimited like 18 hours before my promo expired lol 

2) no matter how much you do for humagears, you might get jin to think you’re only 90% a waste of space. amazing. being aruto is suffering. he would be the second hardest character to woo in an otoge

3) (the hardest is horobi)

[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ronnie

Joe: Hey

Joe: my flatmate has some work I reckon your mate might be interested in

Joe: but it’ll sound a bit dodgy coming from me so you wanna pass it along?

Joe: moneys alright for no real work, depending on how you look at it

Ronnie: never done any work as a secretary myself

Ronnie: write your own fucking love notes

Joe: I see that

Joe: your accent down the 📞?

Joe: no cunt here’d understand you, never mind the demeanour

Joe: yeah, well, it’d really seem that way

Joe: but I actually need someone to take her off my hands

Ronnie: racism as foreplays playing to the wrong crowd hes more into homo bashing

Ronnie: errr dunno how you read his demeanor mckenna but he aint taken a her off anyones hands since before any of us had phones

Joe: i’ll keep that in mind

Joe: well homophobic of me to not tell him myself so he’s welcome for the freebie

Joe: not actual escorting

Joe: she does art, her life drawing class needs a model

Joe: I ain’t fucking doing that

Joe: tell me I ain’t 📖 him right on that one

Ronnie: fucks sake if youd said it was cash for cock wed be done talking already

Joe: I just did

Joe: sound, she’ll be made up, she’ll get off my case, and he’ll get £15 an hour, apparently 👌

Ronnie: sexist not to ask me

Ronnie: pass that on to your little gf

Joe: weren’t her idea to ask Charlie

Joe: you’ll have to take up that grievance with me as well

Joe: I’ll just point out it’d be even weirder if I’d have asked you

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: how much £ you offering me to bang you

Joe: if I did no point paying you to do it for her and her class and not me

Joe: that’s an interesting take on cucking though, loads that would go for it, I’m sure

Ronnie: ill write it down as youve made me go hunting for a pen in this shithole

Joe: cheers

Joe: take 20% commission or whatever

Joe: or take the IOU I owe him for doing this

Ronnie: you said it hed do this for fuck all ill take the lot and mary wont know it was a paid gig

Joe: if he can fend the flatmate off, undoubtedly a load of art gays he can have his pick of

Ronnie: that what youre telling yourself for why you dont want me to do it yeah

Joe: you wanna do it?

Ronnie: i want you to admit the reason you dont want me to is cause he scrubs up enough for horse girl and her course mates not to stage an intervention

Joe: not what it is so no

Joe: I know I don’t want to get my shit out in front of a load of middle class kids who know fuck all about fuck all, so I assumed as much for you

Ronnie: dont ever assume fuck all for or about me

Joe: why do you wanna do it so bad when like you said, you can pocket the cash and get him to?

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking do it

Joe: well that’s grand ‘cos I reckon Sophie wants to see dick so

Joe: she’d be really let down

Ronnie: usually what gets you off

Ronnie: but im made up youre in love now like

Joe: please, she either don’t get it’s weird to ask me which means she’s some kind of special

Joe: or this is the start of her 50 shades fantasy and I have to be the let down to end all let downs and i’m already doing my best

Ronnie: rem is right to pay for it when she could just walk in on you taking a piss or having a shower

Joe: when you’re just a creep and not a predator 💔

Joe: not the girl my parents warned me about

Ronnie: if theyd be the type to go down the stables theyd have seen the other side of her

Joe: you’ve got your own daydreams, alright

Joe: put out the feelers, who isn’t a little gay these days, right

Ronnie: go ed and pass on ive got a bigger dick than him and she will have

Ronnie: i dont dream 💔

Joe: shame she isn’t equally inspiring for you

Joe: or anyone, really

Ronnie: cry about it with him when youre done pimping

Joe: what do you dream about then, when you’re awake

Ronnie: what you cant read me

Joe: clearly not

Joe: dashed your modelling dreams

Ronnie: blind and not able to read braille must be dead hard for you

Joe: is that sympathy?

Joe: or you offering me 🖐 to 👩🏼‍🦲 time

Ronnie: again you wish

Ronnie: 💭💉

Ronnie: cant make it any easier to understand soz

Joe: maybe I do

Joe: far as 💭s go

Ronnie: fuck maybe you do or you dont

Joe: well it ain’t why I don’t want to get my arms out for her

Joe: not tried it

Joe: but not a no

Ronnie: give a shit what you do or dont want to do for or to her

Joe: that is a no, tah

Ronnie: tell her not me baby

Joe: that’s not a big sister duty?

Joe: gutted

Ronnie: wouldnt know im the middle kid dorothy does that for us

Joe: i’ll ask him when i’m crying on him then

Joe: make a change for me

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: rack up the ious like a fat line hes gonna be made up

Joe: oi he’s like family ain’t he

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: you wanna fuck your mam

Ronnie: not oi ing you

Joe: well you get to think about me and him, you gave me her and you, not fair

Ronnie: life aint soft lad

Ronnie: and stopping at thinking about shit is the difference between me and you

Joe: I get it, you’ve gone there

Joe: purely here for the homophobia

Ronnie: your kinks match 💘

Ronnie: purely there so the lads dont kick off before hes got his kicks

Joe: see, you’ve got it in you 💘

Joe: the sisterly thing

Joe: my hate don’t get expressed by putting me in him though so I won’t run my mouth

Ronnie: not what ive got in me but im not giving you the talk just cause your ma didnt

Joe: you want a virgin to defile reckon Soph and her mates are prime, vampira

Ronnie: set it up with her ill show if i get no better offers

Joe: lucky girl

Joe: no more nights in doing doodles of cute girls that look like you

Ronnie: we dont look alike youll have to accept theyre of you

Joe: i fit less than you, by far

Ronnie: fuck off

Joe: sorry

Joe: it’s weird, say the least

Ronnie: i fit nowhere she made sure i dont

Joe: ditto

Joe: so buzzing i can write shit songs about it though

Ronnie: no

Ronnie: weve got fuck all in common

Joe: just the same mother

Joe: who put her shitty genetics and choices on us both at different times

Ronnie: i ain’t got a mother you cant cross out the un from wanted and act like its the same word

Joe: incubator then

Joe: she was 19 and still fucked, don’t think they had a five-year plan down

Joe: worse if she did, the state of

Ronnie: she made 1 choice for me shes still controlling you

Ronnie: were not the fucking same

Joe: you reckon

Ronnie: if you wanna claim it aint her fault youre this big of a pussy try it

Joe: you don’t think it’s my fault?

Joe: woah, just say you love me

Ronnie: i dont think about you when you aint trying to compare us

Joe: hot

Joe: I’ve thought about you plenty

Joe: uni ain’t that interesting

Ronnie: you came looking for me werent the other way round

Ronnie: you ain’t interesting to me mckenna

Joe: you reckon you’re fascinating, yeah?

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: if your flatmate knows anyone doing doc film making they can wank over me lying in the gutter when youre done

Joe: nah

Joe: you don’t want control of your narrative

Ronnie: i dont want a narrative

Joe: then i’ll be the only wanker

Ronnie: in your dreams

Joe: well you painted such a lovely visual

Ronnie: black screen would get you going can stay in your own fucked head with no interference then like

Joe: Static is my kink

Joe: you know me so well

Ronnie: your fucking kink is not shutting the hell up til i do

Joe: i’m a gentleman

Joe: and i’m taking that review

Ronnie: youll get a lengthy one from my big brother when you are

Joe: you don’t have to settle for hearing it and getting your kicks second-hand

Joe: I’ll have to be somewhere to be unavailable for this life drawing class

Joe: let’s do something

Ronnie: what you paying me to babysit

Joe: you can ask my mammy or you can see what you can get

Ronnie: if i was gonna talk to her it wouldnt be about you

Joe: thank god

Joe: so take the risk

Ronnie: of what

Ronnie: boring me is asking too much of you

Joe: that’s surely a given

Joe: risk anything but

Ronnie: if I need rescuing again ill call you thats the only given Joe: you’re worse than her

Joe: christian grey or superman, like

Joe: gonna be BFFs yous, I can tell

Ronnie: you dont like being compared to cunts youre nothing like either funny that

Joe: touche

Joe: come on, what would convince you

Ronnie: if youre gonna beg then beg and if youre gonna show me something do it

Joe: I know you’d like to hear me beg but I can’t tell what you’d wanna see

Ronnie: then the answers nothing

Joe: nah

Joe: the answers you want to wait or you wanna be disappointed

Ronnie: why the fuck would I want either of those things

Joe: that’s what I’ll give you then

Joe: the opposite of that

Ronnie: thats meant to convince me yeah

Joe: nah, I am

Ronnie: like fuck will you

Joe: see, you want to be disappointed

Ronnie: ill be disappointed want has fuck all to do with it

Joe: if you don’t come and see

Ronnie: come where

Joe: see me

Joe: i’m new in town, I don’t know where to go

Joe: fuck sightseeing

Ronnie: [somewhere she’d hang out]

Ronnie: go there

Joe: now?

Ronnie: whenever you dont know where to go

Joe: okay

Joe: and I’ll see you there when you don’t

Ronnie: when im not fucking either of our flatmates

Joe: when you’re done being disappointed

Ronnie: when you prove yourself as not

Joe: you’ll see

Joe: I can’t show you over the phone

Ronnie: you could

Ronnie: im going nowhere on a bullshit promise cause im not a meff teenager

Joe: and I ain’t young enough to think that’s a good idea either

Joe: pictures not doing no favours

Joe: if you’re there and i’m there

Ronnie: big if

Joe: I never know where to be

Ronnie: newborn i heard you

Joe: something like that

Joe: if you can’t leave soph alone I’ll do my best begging 🥺

Ronnie: she cant leave you alone id be doing you a favour

Joe: true

Joe: wouldn’t wanna be caught doing that though

Ronnie: let you do the clean up after ive killed and ate her id be caught well fast for that instead

Joe: you’d get caught for being three times your size

Joe: she’s a big girl

Joe: you should share, be sworn to secrecy

Ronnie: doing her a favour i shouldve said

Ronnie: fuck all going for her

Joe: way to get in shape

Joe: she’ll appreciate us using her blood for something artsy on the walls

Ronnie: ill ask the basic white bitch i live with to give me a clue

Joe: 🍆 will be appropriate for her

Ronnie: 🐎

Joe: they might reckon she did it with her dying breath

Joe: very artist of her, dying how she lived

Ronnie: hurry the fuck up with your confession song if you want credit

Joe: you wanna hear me confessing so bad

Joe: but I might be able to hand that in so

Joe: hold on

Ronnie: it aint me whos a choir boy

Joe: ugh, I wish

Ronnie: cant chat shit about us having the same fantasies ive been touched by a old bloke wearing a dress and i dont rate it

Ronnie: standard surrounded by homos night out

Joe: yeah, and the nuns are never the hot kind

Joe: if they didn’t self-flagellate they’d be entirely uninteresting

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: yeah, it’s tragic being this bored/boring, say it ‘fore you have to bother

Ronnie: didnt invite you to no pity party and if thats where youre trying to get me to turn up to dont bother is right

Joe: you mean you don’t wanna talk about your feelings?

Joe: like you said, like being left alone with my own fucked up ones too much to try and start a therapy session

Ronnie: what fucking feelings dead above & below the waist like

Joe: dangerously close to sharing there

Joe: you got your 💉 already then?

Ronnie: wouldnt be this chatty if i had

Ronnie: unlucky you

Joe: I’m the one that wants to see you

Joe: so I’ll cope

Ronnie: cant even spell martyrdom proper so youve fucked yourself looking for a pat on the back off me by matching the definition up

Joe: i’ll just ring mum up yeah

Ronnie: your da if not but it wont have the same satisfying end for you like

Joe: 💔

Joe: validations the last thing i need

Joe: had a whole lifetime

Ronnie: you crawling back to me with a boner for the accent your mummys losing is the last thing i need

Ronnie: get on the scouse samaritans

Joe: don’t reckon that’s a job you’ll get any time soon either

Joe: ‘less the purpose is to make sure people go through with it

Ronnie: couldve fooled me if it aint what else is talking a sad cunts ear off about their problems gonna do

Joe: attention seekers anonymous

Ronnie: no need to meet you there i earned all them badges as a kid 🧷🩸

Joe: wouldn’t be caught 💀 obvs

Joe: keeping it secret adds another level of masochism anyway

Ronnie: does it fuck

Ronnie: keeps you feeling like a smug bitch you can still pass

Ronnie: miss me with that pussy shit

Joe: nah, that’s that i’m in control shit

Joe: it’s not that

Joe: the only thing you might be smug about is how oblivious everyone chooses to be

Joe: if it weren’t also depressing as fuck

Ronnie: dont give em the choice

Joe: why?

Ronnie: why the fuck would you want to

Joe: don’t need to be my mother’s next cause celebre

Joe: she can force the therapy and concern on any of the others, I don’t wanna get better or have to fake like I’ll even try

Ronnie: then dont

Ronnie: cut off your umbilical cord and wipe up the blood trail

Ronnie: not like she tries very hard to herd back the black sheep

Joe: maybe they know and don’t give a fuck 🤞

Joe: I know I ain’t going back so whatever

Ronnie: & you reckon weve got anything in common

Joe: just 50% of our DNA

Joe: never said we were twinsies

Ronnie: if youd have said id have spat in your face 1st time we met get it collected and the tests run

Joe: I wish

Joe: has your face healed

Ronnie: wheres the fun in letting it do that

Joe: 😏

Joe: we can pretend that’s inherited if you need

Ronnie: not 5 i dont play pretend

Joe: if you keep digging, reckon the ink will be gone and it’ll be pure scar tissue

Ronnie: calm the fuck down i can hear how turned on you are about it from here

Joe: spoilsport

Joe: just thinking, scar that only vaguely looks like 🍒s might be well more rugged for my transformation from baby to independent real boy

Ronnie: laughing cos i like pain not cause youre funny

Ronnie: when you see or hear it from wherever youre lurking

Joe: you don’t leave room for me to get the wrong idea, you’re alright

Joe: all them fucked ones are mine alone and already there

Ronnie: get your girlfriend to draw you a pin up & dont tell her youve changed the lass horse head to look like your mas

Ronnie: masc for masc in your bio before you know it and 🦋 tramp stamp to follow

Joe: you know my dad already has a tattoo that looks like her, no bullshit

Joe: and another dead girl on the other arm but that’s a whole other boring story

Joe: playing dress up is off the cards too if I’m ever gonna be a big boy

Ronnie: where do you keep his severed arm when youre not using it to fist yourself and how old were you when you cut it off

Ronnie: if we re telling stories

Joe: 😂

Joe: where we keep the horse

Joe: that en-suite is massive

Ronnie: if he finds out it was a paid gig ill know where to crash

Joe: still gutted she don’t wanna see you naked

Ronnie: youre a liar if you dont wanna see her face seeing me

Joe: don’t know if anyone could be bothered to look at her when you’re about but yeah

Joe: the trauma would really fuel me and make her much more bearable to live with

Ronnie: youre welcome like

Joe: gotta stop being nice to me

Joe: you know stalkers, give ‘em an inch

Ronnie: telling me what to do is the fastest way 🖕

Ronnie: and i know you dont have an inch to give me making the best of this shitshow is what an optimist like me has gotta do

Joe: obviously you’re that type

Joe: not having it in common will have you back 👍

Joe: you’re inspiring, like

Ronnie: chop off my arms and legs and get a camera set up in the en-suite

Joe: you’d fit in my cello case then, could take you everywhere

Ronnie: course youve had a measuring tape out

Joe: hate to kill your optimism with 🍆

Joe: have a go at pushing it back in

Ronnie: how longs your tongue reckon that could kill any girls optimism

Joe: 💔 if it was only good for chatting your ear off

Ronnie: [send him a picture of your weird gross split tongue because obviously]

Joe: [how does that not make you lisp, or does it, I always think that]

Joe: that’s why you’ve not had an invite

Joe: 🚫🐍

Ronnie: gutted

Joe: you know you can show up and do whatever you wanna do whenever

Joe: I’ll take you back

Ronnie: this performance art is meant to what just scare her or teach you how to get her to back the fuck off as well as

Ronnie: im not a fucking tour guide mckenna & you can get yourself evicted without my help

Joe: you know I meant to Dublin

Joe: don’t think it’d take much to scare Sophie off, give it a month for us to both get comfortable and she’ll see what I ain’t

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: I said if you want

Ronnie: dont need your permission to do anything i want

Joe: don’t think any of ‘em are that lax with their socials

Joe: you’d need directions

Ronnie: ive had years to find em & we dont both hang about with horse girls from kent

Joe: can’t say it’s your loss

Ronnie: shut up about it then

Joe: 🤐

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: got a whole fist here, you can keep it

Ronnie: sizeist

Joe: told her yours is massive like you said, it’s fine

Ronnie: i said bigger than his not a horse shes in for a disappointment

Joe: gotta 🤞 she’s an optimist like you babe

Ronnie: unlike you shes gonna wait to see what i do with it before telling me to shove it

Joe: you just wanna blueball me for the pain

Joe: go on, for your lols

Ronnie: she wont want me at all unless youre gonna watch

Joe: and you need a witness so I get time too

Joe: I’ll do it, torturous as it’d be

Ronnie: the iou is gonna torture me too

Joe: if you’re lucky

Ronnie: not the dna half we share 💔

Joe: damnit

Joe: what’s good about being Scouse?

Ronnie: now the beatles are dead youve got fuck all to live for

Ronnie: noted

Joe: only the good ones

Joe: I dunno, anything good about it never happened, left when I was a kid and we still lived in a shithole with shitheads

Ronnie: get in line she left me in a shithole with shitheads 1st

Joe: where were you

Joe: wonder how close it was

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: it makes her more/less shitty depending

Ronnie: it aint gonna change my opinion and I dont give a shit about yours

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: get cosy with charlie hed take you down memory lane

Joe: not before he’s got it out for the art class tah

Ronnie: you didnt say when

Joe: [probably an evening class like tomorrow or the next day, then the same time a week later]

Ronnie: too fucking late the pen is in pieces

Joe: sure it isn’t the first time you’ve left him a note in blood

Ronnie: hes only gonna cry about it & take the shine off his modelling debut

Joe: awh

Joe: message him 🧓🏼

Ronnie: fuck off calling me old

Joe: 😏

Ronnie: ill write him a note blaming what a twat you are for what hes gonna walk in on

Joe: what mess have you made

Ronnie: havent killed myself yet

Joe: and you’ve not stopped talking so no OD’ing

Joe: possibilities are endless still

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: come out

Joe: we can get new ink to dig out

Joe: whatever

Ronnie: you gonna suck his dick this time

Joe: I’ll just pay the old-fashioned way

Ronnie: flashy cunt

Joe: what being a student is all about

Ronnie: and youre too special to poison your blood how the rest of em do

Joe: I’m not opposed but I can do it alone, I don’t need to go to a sweaty student bar that plays shit songs and has a load of sad Soph clones giving it 🥺

Ronnie: you can get another tattoo without me holding your hand

Joe: I could

Ronnie: go do it 🦋 baby

Joe: have mentioned its not about the tat, yeah?

Ronnie: nah not that ive heard

Joe: come on

Joe: i want to see you, i’ve said loads

Ronnie: youve said loads of shit yeah

Joe: shit i mean

Ronnie: why

Joe: why wouldn’t I

Ronnie: thats your answer then fuck it

Joe: you don’t need to ask ‘cos you know

Ronnie: i did ask and you said why the fuck not

Ronnie: like its nothing

Ronnie: like you didnt turn up uninvited into my life not long ago

Joe: then tell me to leave

Joe: like it’s that easy

Ronnie: i didnt tell you to fucking appear

Ronnie: just cause youre a kid dont make me the dead fish you won at the fair

Joe: I never had the choice

Joe: she told me about you, talked about you all the fucking time

Joe: you’ve always been in my life

Ronnie: and youve never been in mine

Ronnie: im not gonna carve out a place for you now cos you want it

Joe: Alright

Joe: do it then

Ronnie: dont tell me what to fucking do

Joe: I’m not going unless you say it

Ronnie: no shit this is fun for you

Joe: like fuck it is

Ronnie: im the car wreck youre craning your neck to keep looking at

Ronnie: thats all the fuck this is

Joe: lie better

Ronnie: you dont care about me or what this feels like

Joe: I can’t take it back, you know now

Ronnie: you dont wanna take it back

Joe: I can’t, what’s the point pretending

Joe: I never said I was a good person

Joe: being sorry won’t change anything for you

Ronnie: its all your christmases & birthdays im west as this course youre gonna keep on spinning me out

Joe: Piss off

Ronnie: lie better cunt

Joe: So you’re allowed pity parties, yeah?

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: calling you out on your bullshit is allowed if youre crying thats your problem

Joe: if all you want from me is for me to go away, consider it done

Joe: you can’t hack it, my apologies

Ronnie: tell me why if im so fucking wrong

Joe: I like you

Joe: I want you, to get to know you

Joe: I can’t just stop it, not for myself

Joe: So make me

Ronnie: stop telling me what to fucking do

Ronnie: fucks sake

Joe: you ain’t saying anything

Joe: what do you want

Ronnie: I dont want you to like me

Ronnie: fuck is that

Joe: yeah, it’s obvious you go to great lengths to be unlikeable

Joe: not going to tell no one am I

Ronnie: so hate me soft lad

Joe: I’ll give it a go

Ronnie: ill make you

Joe: give it a go then

Ronnie: where are you then

Joe: [give a location of somewhere near your flat ‘cos don’t need to actually set you on the flatmate rn and that’s likely where you were]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re just gonna show up however long that takes us without another word like !?]

Joe: [just so much eye contact ‘cos what you gonna say what you gonna do]

Ronnie: [definitely gonna take him somewhere sketchy as hell to the level that like Charlie doesn’t know we still go there/we’d never take him ever like you wanna get to know me okay bitch buckle up]

Joe: [can’t let you hook up or shoot up yet ‘cos chronological but go along with this obvs]

Ronnie: [it would make sense if you made out/almost hooked up though because the vibe for the next convo was very much oh fuck what are you doing here we didn’t mean to run each other like this but also v flirty]

Joe: [agreed, and allowed, it’s the obvious vibe but any untold drama can happen to stop you in whatever dodgy place so makes sense]

Ronnie: [literally and just because you can’t shoot up together yet does not mean either of you have to be in any way sober so]

Joe: [hundo, we’re not saying he’s never done a drug lol, he clearly abuses his prescription as is so like, there’s plenty to be done without going there]

Ronnie: [and if we wanted to we could say that you watch her do it here and now before you do it together anyway because you’d both get a weird kick out of that]

Joe: [tea, bet you did not see this coming for your uni experience lmao]

Ronnie: [meanwhile she’s old enough to have left, do you wanna grow up babe? No? okay]

Joe: [the way you’re rolling with this, we know you’re fucked boy but pop off]

Ronnie: [I can’t overstate how much she’d be doing the absolute most to try and scare him away like I dare you to go back on what you said]

Joe: [we know you’re not gonna, soz babe, is very rude how he’s just waltzed in but truly did not say we were a good person lol]

Ronnie: [we know she’s not either and also is here for it more than she will ever express until we’re literally years into this]

Joe: [hi your mother’s daughter, but no, you actually have a reason this is messed up but we’re into it from the off and not pretending, risky af strategy boy]

Ronnie: [is there anything we wanna say happens that has lasting-ish consequences other than the make out/ almost hook up ie a tattoo or a fight with injury potential or an arrest lol]

Joe: [hmm, the possibilities, maybe a fight to show you can, could be about anything, it’s that sort of place]

Ronnie: [that is such a mood I love it and yeah could literally be you’re a new face or could be her fault because of the aforementioned doing the most]

Joe: [totally, and that’ll be an easy way to separate you and not meet until the next convo]

Ronnie: [exactly dr phil]

[nic-214]

70s Jimercury: Model

Art Credit: Darlingfreddie (Tumblr)

Modern

70s Freddie

70s Jim

70s Roger

70s Brian

Freddie thanks Peter for the ride as he arrives at the morning agency. His camera bag clangs against his jean leg, "I'll pay you for gas after work." Fred tells him.

Peter nods lighting a cigarette, "You better or it will be public transport for you.'' he jokes.

Freddie fakes offence and they laugh, "Catch you at 6 hopefully Diva isn't in today."

"He's the worse." Peter laughs shaking his head recounting the stories Fred told him of Diva Taylor.

Freddie wishes him well and heads to the building. It was a sister location of the old one he had a contract in, the original relocated further away and Fred got transferred here. He made quiet the name for himself throughout his five year career.

He enters the new building he reads the secretary nameplate, "Mary Austin". He sighs and fixes his bag, "Ms. Austin where's, Mr. Hutton's room?"

She gives him a pretty smile showing her perfect teeth, "Mr. Hutton is on the second floor room B-485." she twirls some of her blond hair with her finger she leans in some so her cleavage can be seen, "You're the photographer right?"

Freddie gives her a nod and lifts his camera bag up.

"Maybe you can take some pictures of me after hours." she says flirtatious.

Freddie shakes his head, "Sorry I'm not into blonds. Too messy." he flees up the stairs.

Mary sits there looking confused.

.......

The young man reads over the door plates trying to find the right one. Some days he wished he read through his papers more thoroughly. Finally he finds the room and enters it. The room looked like it could belong on Pinterest by how it is decorated and set up. He assumes it's a female model he'll be working with for today, Freddie shakes his head and gets the camera and lights ready for the model. The Parsi Indian looks at his paper, "Mr. J. Hutton." was all he read before going back to fixing up the lights. He hoped Hutton will be nice to him and not be a a piece of shit. The door clicks open and Freddie turns around to greet him.

Freddie felt his face heat up he gripped the camera in his hands as the young model walks in, the model disrobes leaving him in the nude.

"Mr. H-Hutton?" Freddie stutters out face burning god this felt like the first time taking pictures of nude models.

Jim gives him a smirk, "Mr. Bulsara."

Freddie's mouth felt dry, "You look good." he let his eyes wander down.

Jim was plus side there was no denying that. His soft belly that stuck out a little how his whole body looked so soft and cushiony, "Mr. Bulsara?" Jim was sitting on the moon chair legs slightly spread.

"W-What is this for again?" Freddie asks regretting not reading the papers fully.

"For a adult magazine, love."

Freddie shudders and gets the pictures taken. He didn't want to seem perverted but Jim was like a god in body type, Freddie finishes up the photoshoot, he had to help Jim pose a few times, he was warm feeling but that could be caused by the millons of lights on in this room. Fred hated to say this but Jim looked good when he was glistening.

Freddie watches as Jim puts his robe back on, "Hey.. Bulsara.... You're that one guy." Jim finally realizes.

"One guy what?"

"You did photoshoots for that blond model."

"Which blond model?" Freddie asks.

"Taylor kid. Kinda looks like a girl acts like one too."

"Ah yeah." Freddie rubs the back of his neck how could he forget Diva Taylor?

He made Fred work for his paycheck, made him retake dozens of pictures because "I wasn't ready", "my eyes look too green", "I look too orange, "too much light", "not enough light, "too hot", "too cold", "I wasn't looking", "my lipstick is smudged, "my makeup looks wrong", "my feet look gross", "hide your face I can't look at it", "don't look at me donkey you're too ugly to see me". And the list goes on with him. What should of taken two hours and a quick send off to the editors took five hours and no lunch break. Freddie grimaced recalling the wedding photos he took of Diva Taylor and his astrophysicists husband Brian Taylor, poor guy seemed so nice and had to deal with a stuck up bitch for a husband.

"Bulsara?" Jim snapped Freddie from his thoughts again,

"Hmm?"

"Lunch? You and me, in my dressing room?"

Freddie gulps, "Uh sure. But I was just going to go home and make something. I can't afford any of the food that's in the cafeteria."

Jim shakes his head, "That shouldn't be. You're part of our staff too. You deserve to eat here, come, come. I'm buying."

Freddie looks away as he puts his camera up and follows after Jim like a lost puppy, "Don't you want to dress?"

Jim looks over his shoulder, "I'm in my robe. I'll be fine." he pulls Freddie forward so they're walking side by side which earned them weird looks.

"I'll try and pay you back." Freddie tells him fixing his hair up into a bun.

"Don't," Jim says, "Keep your money. Buy yourself something nice."

Freddie blushes and smiles a little trying to keep his teeth hidden, "Thank you, sir.''

"Call me, Jim."

Why was Jim being so nice to him? He's just some gay immigrant scrapping the bottom of the barrel trying to make good wages and not die in a gutter.

"Call me Freddie then, Jim." Freddie says adjusting his bag strap.

Jim smiles showing his perfect teeth, "There we go."

The two step into the eatery Jim keeps a hand on Freddie's slender wrist like the boy would just run out of there giving the chance.

Jim lets Freddie order first which was just a simple bacon burger with fries, "You want a drink?'' Jim asks.

"I was just going to use the vending machine."

Jim nods and he orders his food as well. He pays for both meals which costed him a total of £87.54, he was lucky the vending machine was close by, Freddie got them both drinks to make up the high lunch bill.

Fred felt something hit the back of his head and whirls around with their drinks. He sees a corn cob laying on the floor and sees Diva Taylor a few feet ahead of him, "Roger?!" Freddie yells, "Did you throw corn at me."

Diva Taylor flips him off, "You bastard! You ruined my career!!" he throws a magazine at him. Freddie catches it and looks at it, "Yeah, you were pregnant during the photoshoot. So you're going to look chubby."

Jim sees Roger's swollen belly cramped into a much too small top and he felt awful for the unborn child, "Look, Taylor. You won't have to worry about Freddie no more. I'm making him my personal photographer." Jim starts to walk away with a stunned looking Freddie and Roger looking pissed off. He's beating on his husband's back screeching at him stomping his foot demanding Brian to buy Freddie for his own use.

Freddie shudders as the doors close behind them, "I feel so bad for him and their unborn child."

Jim nods stealing one of Fred's fries as they walk, "You know you could be a model easily." Jim tells Fred.

Freddie shakes his head, " Jim-"

"You're skinny.... Petite even. Most agencies want that."

"I'm not white." Freddie says sounding upset, "I'm not good enough for those kind of jobs because of my skin."

Jim sets their food and drinks down. He hugs Freddie tight realizing that Freddie is practically smothered in his fat chest, "And with us fatties you get to be smothered."

Freddie laughs grabbing his food, "Thanks, Jim." he clamps a hand over his mouth knowing he just showed his teeth off.

"You're beautiful." Jim says.

Freddie felt his face heat up, ''Really?"

Jim nods sipping on his coke, "I love your teeth you should show them off more."

Freddie felt a grin creeping onto his face, "Jim-"

Jim kisses him gingerly watching as a big smile spreads on Freddie's face showing off them cute teeth, "Absolutely stunning."

Freddie blushes and pulls Jim down onto his lap, "We're dating now right?"

Jim chuckles and kisses his neck, "I would hope so. I don't just throw myself onto anybody."

"Good because I want to do this." Freddie smacks Jim's ass hard and grabs it.

Jim blushes darkly, "You cheeky bastard." he kisses him roughly.

"Let's take this back to my place." Jim says seductively.

Freddie smirks and nods, " Let's go."

Jim dresses in sweats and an old t-shirt

As they got up Freddie sent a quick text to Peter saying he won't be back until late and he'll get a different ride.

Freddie follows after Jim watching as his hips sway, "You're like a god."

Jim blushes at Freddie's blurting, "Well," they were stopped at Jim's car, "If I'm a god that makes you my smoking hot goddess."

Freddie blushes again and kissed him pinning him against the car, "I-I love you, Jimbo. You make me feel pretty."

Jim grins and wraps his arms around Freddie's tiny waist, "You don't even know how much I love you."

The two share another kiss not knowing they're being photographed.