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Touché

Genre: Hitman!au, Hitman Jungkook, Smut
Pairing: Reader/Jungkook
Length: 5,936
Summary: Jeon Jungkook had once been one of Kim Namjoon’s henchmen, but unexpectedly stops reporting back to his boss one mysterious day. Some say that he had betrayed Namjoon, others say that perhaps he had failed his last mission. Regardless of the rumors, you are given the task to hunt down Jungkook, a task that proves to be harder than you had first believed.
A/N: Probably going to add some stuff in later, but for now…

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7 Nights of Got7: JB & Youngjae

As Noona passed Jackson and Mark’s room she remembered that he wanted to see her. What about? She stood in front of the elevator door her fingers on her lips as she thought about Jinyoung and how he made her feel. God, she hadn’t had a man in…she wasn’t going to lie. It had been two solid years and here she was with the promise of a night of pleasure from two men at one time. That was every woman’s fantasy. Hell, it was probably the fantasy of all their fangirls but how would that even work? Staring at herself in the burnished doors of the elevator she adjusted her shirt, and took a deep breath steadying her heart. 

She walked back to the door and knocked hard one time waiting for them to answer. A white haired Jackson opened the door wide, still shirtless smiling at her as he leaned against the doorframe. “Noona, if I order some dinner will you bring it up?” 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that it? No, Jackson I will not. I will have one of the servers do it, and please put on a shirt for modesty when they do. Is that all?” 

She heard Mark shuffling around. “Actually no, there are oncheons here? Which ones can we use?” 

Now that was a valid question. “There are signs pointing, to the washrooms before you get there and more signs directing which baths you can use according to temperature and minerals therein. We boost to be one of the few mineral water oncheons in Korea.” She smiled very proud of the location of her grandfather’s hotel. 

“Will you join us?” Mark asked, peeking from behind Jackson. “Maybe later on tonight?” 

She felt her face get warm again, and struggled to maintain composure. “As manager that would be inappropriate. You are however; high valued guests and I will say it’s better to go after 6pm to be truly alone. I have to get back to work.” 

“You never answered my question from earlier, Noona.” Mark laid his hand on Jackson’s shoulder, Jackson who was currently winking at her and biting his lower lip. 

She turned from the door, her head slightly inclined towards them. “That was?” 

“Do you stay in the hotel somewhere? Live here? Or do you live in town?” Jackson grinned as Mark spoke. 

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath weighing the options she had if she chose to lie. “I live on the property. A small place behind the hotel. My grandfather chooses to live in the hotel. Why?” 

Jackson clucked his tongue. “Shouldn’t have said that Noona…”

“Now we can keep you close.” Mark answered her. “See you later Noona, thank you.” 

He closed the door quickly and she bit her lip wondering what connotations that could have. The rest of the day seemed to go by smoothly. Meals were served, sheets changed, patrons taken care of. No one else signed in but the following month, there were 10 reservations which made her smile. Her grandfather was in his room, drinking his evening tea when she took her laptop up to the top floor to where he stayed. 

“Son-nyeo.” ( 손녀) He called, walking slowly around a corner. 

“Yes, harabeoji, ( 할아버지 ) it’s me. I’ve come to look over the days expenses and whatnot with you.” She stopped at the edge of the living room watching him sit down slowly on the couch. 

His aging face showed his pain, as he finally sat down and sighed heavily. “Don’t you have something else to do? Go drinking with some friends? Meet a nice man? Give me great-grandchildren?” 

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she walked over to the couch sitting next to him, “I’m too busy for that Harabeouji, besides you like it that I am so close to you.” 

He grunted but smiled, sitting back waiting for her to start speaking. “Today was a good profit day, the guests are pleased and we even had some reviews come in from the last month.” 

“Reviews?” He shook his head. “Skip onto those idol boys who are staying here. I don’t want any trouble from them. Idols…” He scoffed. 

“They are fine. Besides, having them here could do some good. They will post pictures and get some people in. Especially foreigners bringing money.”

The aging man groaned. “You are doing a fine job, you don’t need their help.” 

“I haven’t even asked them harabeouji. I won’t either. I’m just depending on them to take pictures and people see that way.” 

She went over a few of the funds with him, and when he grew tired she helped him to bed. The lamp on his bedside she set to a lower light setting. 

“Goodnight harabeouji.” She said kissing his head. 

As she turned away the older man took her hand. “Don’t be so uptight. Have fun and live. Your father…my son.” His voice cracked a little. “He would have wanted you to smile more. You have his work ethic, he put that in you I see.” 

Tears threatened at her eyes,  remembering the only man she ever knew as a father. “I miss him too.” 

The older man nodded, letting her go as he closed his eyes for sleep. Later that night, in her own place, she looked out the window at the hotel. There was a night staff, and they knew to call her should anything go wrong. She turned from the window, slipping on a robe over her naked body. She choose to live in this place because there was a secluded oncheon here. The water ran about 75 degrees, perfect for her and the only way here was a small lit path from the opposite side of the hotel. She was alone, it was quiet and here in her own oncheon she could relax and unwind from the day. It was also how her skin stayed so soft and exfoliated. 

She had soft lights installed around the oncheon, they changed form blue to green to red. Her hair piled on her head, tomorrow was wash day, having thick 4A hair could be a struggle but with the right products she had grown her hair long and healthy. Removing her robe, she set it on a chair near the hot spring, and dipped one leg into the water. It bubbled and brewed, and soon she was neck deep inside of it leaning her head back against the cool rocks. She wasn’t in for 10 minutes, when she heard a sound outside of the 10 foot wooden fence around the oncheon. The sound of feet and voices that grew near. She was about to get out, but remembered how naked she was when a jiggle came at the door that lead here. 

“Go away! This is private property! The hotel oncheons are back down the path, behind the hotel and to the right!” She said in Korean, wondering if it was a guest. 

“Noona?” Her eyes opened wide recognizing JB’s voice. “Are you in there?” He didn’t wait to see if it was her, and opened the fence door. 

“It is her.” Youngjae answered for him, walking in his shorts behind JB. “Good evening Noona.”

“You can’t be in here!” She hissed. “This is where I live. Privately!” Covering her chest, as she tried to get to the middle of the pool. 

They stalked around her like wolves, eyes on her when JB stopped picking up her robe. “Are you naked noona? Enjoying the mineral waters on your skin?” 

Youngjae grinned, getting down into a squat as his dark hair fell in front of one eye. “We followed the path thinking it would lead us to another oncheon. Maybe one with cooler waters, more minerals, but we found you instead.” 

Rolling her eyes, she grit her teeth as Jinyoung’s words came floating back into her mind. “Noona calm down. Have you ever had two men dying to please you?”

She spoke through clenched teeth. “Mark told you I was here, don’t lie to me Youngjae.” 

“Youngjae doesn’t lie.”Jaebum interrupted, sliding into the water. He kept his distance from her, but his eyes were hot coals over her flesh. 

She backed to another end of the pool. “I never said you could get in! This is my private pool.” 

She heard a splash and felt fingers glide up her back. “You kept the best one to yourself it looks like.” Youngjae laughed as she spun to face him. 

“Feels like that doesn’t it Youngjae?” JB was right behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he began to massage her flesh. “Why are you so testy Noona?” 

She couldn’t move, Youngjae was in front of her trying to pry her hand from her chest, and JB was behind her massaging her shoulders. She was trying not to feel the pressure of the day melt away through his touch, but his hands were firm and knowledgeable as they caressed her. Slowly, her hands fell away from her chest, and Youngjae kissed her knuckles.

“There we go. Not so nervous now. Why are you so shy?” Youngjae asked, his hand cupping her chin. 

“I’m not. I’m just…I’m naked in the hot spring with two men, how else do you expect me to act?” She tried to move from JB’s touch but he held her in place. 

JB chuckled. “You could command us.” 

Perking up Youngjae lovingly touched along her jaw. “Sounds like fun, you could tell us what to do.” 

“Ok.” Moving Youngjae’s hand from her face, and shrugging Jaebum off she moved to a corner. “You can leave.” 

The two men looked at each other and then laughed. They separated and she realized they were trying to corral her. She couldn’t go left or right, and if she made a break for the middle, they would both easily catch her. Why was tonight like this? She should have known no good would come from inviting BamBam and his flirty ass members. Idols! Just as she thought to climb out the oncheon, she would be exposed. Licking her lips, she glanced quickly at Youngjae and JB who were waiting on her to make a move. Feinting left, Jaebum quickly moved to catch her, she hurried right and when Youngjae started to go that way she fled towards the middle, and hoped she could get out and grab her robe in enough time. 

Too late. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to a hot chest. The heartbeat of the owner flying a mile a minute, as a hearty laugh belonging to Youngjae sounded in her ear. 

“Feisty, I like it.” He said, placing love bites along her ear. 

Jaebum was in front of her, his hands on her waist, tracing the V of her womanhood. “Youngjae enjoys a good chase, what do you think Noona? Should he hold your arms while I fuck you senseless?” 

His lips hovered over hers, as she felt Youngjae’s hands creep up the flat expanse of her stomach to her chest. He found the orbs of flesh there and began to knead them. His fingertips swirling around her nipples before pulling at them gently. She couldn’t. Could she? Licking her lips, her tongue touched JB’s hovering lips and he took that as a yes. His mouth covering hers quickly, his tongue pushed into her mouth, taking what he wanted. she could feel Youngjae growing hard behind her, his length pressing against her ass, his mouth on her neck. Even in the water she could feel the slickness between her thighs growing, and when soft fingers penetrated her folds she let out the breath she had been holding into JB’s mouth. 

His fingers scissor kicking back and forth against her clit, she bucked her hips into his touch suddenly feeling incredibly wanton. She leaned her head back against Youngjae’s shoulder and he kissed along her jaw, pulling at her nipples as she let out small groans. 

“Do you want it?” She heard Youngjae whisper. “Hyung and I can make you feel good. We can give you what you need. Just say the word.” 

Noona closed her eyes tight, a sensory overload on the way as JB licked the hollow of her throat, and slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped, nodding her head quickly.

“Youngjae asked you to speak, Noona. Tell him what you want.” JB growled, nipping at her throat. 

“Both of you.” She ground out through clenched teeth. “Your mouths on me.” 

Then the contact was gone. She heard moving water, and she was alone in the mineral water. Opening her eyes, she saw them drying off, the evidence of their arousal sticking from their swimming shorts. 

Looking at each other they grinned, then looked at her, Jaebum holding his hand out for her. “Come on Noona, show us your room.” 

She was on her back on her king sized bed. The lights off, the only light was from the nightlight in the hall shining faintly into the room. Enough that she could see both men near the foot of the bed. It was Youngjae who was kissing up her thighs, and so close to her core. His warm breath on her slit, he let his tongue drag slowly up her slit, sucking briefly. JB was climbing the bed, his lips a feather touch on her ribs, licking the underside of her breast, his tongue swirling around an areola. 

She closed her eyes, when Jb’s teeth lightly pinched her nipple just when Youngjae parted her thighs, and dove his tongue into her peach. He lapped at her, tongue slapping at her clit, his fingers pushing into her body. 

“Do you like what Youngjae is doing, Noona?” He can change it up, if you want. Give him instruction.” JB claimed her mouth, as he pulled at her nipple, massaging the heavy mound. 

He released her from the kiss only to slip off his wet trunks, palming himself in front of her. “Talk to him Noona.” 

“Y-Youngjae.” She barely got out, he was currently sucking on her clit. His mouth making love to her. 

He said nothing humming his response making her body buck on the bed. She was so close.

“Youngjae…” Her hands grabbing his hair, as she felt herself climbing the peak. She was no good at dirty talk, what should she say. 

“Tell him something, or I’ll fill your mouth.” Jaebum rubbed his shaft across her lips, hissing from the contact. 

“Flick your tongue faster, I want two fingers going slow inside me.” She huffed out instruction, barely conscious as her body felt him doing just what she asked. 

He moved his hand in and out. Gently, slowly, how did he keep time with his tongue moving like a hurricane? true to his word, Jaebum rubbed his tip over her lips, holding her jaw as he opened her mouth. “Suck.” His one word command, making her wetter.

She opened her mouth and felt him heavy and salty on her tongue. Jaebum moved his hips back and forth, grasping her hair to hold her up so he could fuck her mouth. Tears threatened at her eyes, this was too much, she couldn’t hold on. 

“Come for me.” Youngjae said in between kissing her pearl and licking her. His tongue finding it’s way inside her, Noona gripped the sheets, a mouth full of cock and a cunt assaulted by a monstrous tongue she let go and saw the light.

“My turn.” She heard JB say, and the bed moved beneath her. She tried to turn on her side, but Jaebum was between her legs, stroking his tip against her, as Youngjae lifted her body to slide under her. 

“I don’t think-” She started to say, mouth dry.

Youngjae’s hard shaft slid against her slit and she realized he was wetting himself before he pressed gently against her anus. “Don’t think, Noona, just let us work.” 

Gently, he worked inside. The burning, stretching feeling overriding her senses until she felt JB penetrate her slit. The thickness of him stretching her channel briefly before he pulled back out again. 

“So tight.” JB spoke. Adjusting his body so he wouldn’t fall on top of her and Youngjae. 

Youngjae was halfway inside her, and she was holding onto Jaebum’s arms for dear life. “Indeed she is, relax jagiya.” Youngjae held onto her breasts for support rubbing his thumb over her nipples as he pushed his way inside. 

Once more Jaebum leaned down and jack hammered his way inside her, waiting for her to adjust to him. He licked his tongue over her lips. “Do you like it Noona?” 

Youngjae was inside her as well, sitting heavy in her gut or at least it felt that way. “Want us to move, say the word.”

One of them made himself twitch inside her, or it was both and she almost saw stars. Legs open wide for their assault to begin. She couldn’t breathe, she could barely think. “Move.” 

Together they started their pace. In perfect synchronization, in and out they slid. The feeling of two shafts, two mouths, and a set of hands on her breasts was mind blowing. Jinyoung had been right. She was panting, and begging. Sucking on JB’s tongue as Youngjae flicked his against her neck. 

“Tell me you want it harder.” Youngjae spoke. “I want to pound your ass.” 

“Let him pound you Jagi.” Jaebum said as he slammed into her. “I want to hear you scream.” 

“Yes.” Her arms around JB’s neck, Youngjae’s hand found her waist, his hips now moving fast, the sound of her ass slapping against his pelvis loud in the room. 

It was the fast movement beneath her and the teasingly slow, sensual workout of JB that made her shake, and her flesh burn. It made her sweat overtime, and her channel tighten around the leader. His words of affection and Youngjae’s dirty talk backing him up, that caused her body to stiffen like a corpse and made her orgasm. The warm sensation of seed leaking from her slit when JB’s body moved from her, and the rigid feeling of her ass, when Youngjae slipped free of her that caused her to come a third time. 

In the darkness, as she calmed her breathing and they rubbed and kissed her into oblivion she chuckled softly. 

“What’s so funny?” JB asked curled against her back. 

“Nothing…just. My grandfather said I should relax.” She felt Youngjae slap her thigh. 

“Noona! How inappropriate.” 

“He’s right. You can’t bring up your grandfather now.” JB pinched her ass. 

Youngjae clicked his tongue. “She needs to be punished hyung.”

JB hummed softly, his hands on her thighs holding one of them up. “Should I hold her?

Youngjae pressed himself close to her, his shaft finding her in the darkness. “Please.” 

Chapter Four

anonymous asked:

Heyhey is it okay for me to ask for Alex summers prompt imagines using "it's 3am and I can hear you putting together Ikea furniture" and "you keep falling asleep in lectures and I wake you up" crossover, like he's tired bc of the furniture please?xx

YOU KEEP FALLING ASLEEP IN LECTURES BUT I KEEP WAKING YOU UP WITH ALEX SUMMERS OMG can you imagine how cute that would be with his fluffy hair 😍😍😭😭

A/N: Combining requests bc yay efficiency 

“Fuck. I give the fuck up.” The voice comes exhausted and frustrated through the wall, and you roll your eyes, even though your neighbour can’t see you, because he’s been trying to assemble what you’ve gathered is an IKEA bed since 10:30 pm and it’s now 3 am. You sit up in bed and after a moment’s thought, you knock on the wall to get his attention. You don’t really know your neighbour, but he’s in your classical history course, and you know you both have to be an 8:30 lecture later this morning, so it’s as much for his sake as it is for yours when you decide to help him assemble the goddamn bed.

“Hey, dude?” You call through the wall, waiting for a reply. There’s some scuffling and muffled swearing, and then-

“Shit. I’m really sorry, I should’ve been quieter. I’ll pipe down now I promise.” The disembodied voice is low and gravelly and highly apologetic and a degree of your initial irritation slips away.

“No-well, I mean yeah-but actually, do you want help putting the IKEA thing together? You’ve been struggling for literally hours now, and I’m pretty sure we’ll both get more sleep if I just help you put it together.” You say, a little amusement in your voice. There’s a short pause before you hear a deeply grateful sounding reply.

“You’re a legend.”

You clamber out of bed, yanking a hoodie over your pyjamas and pulling on some socks as you push open your door and walk a couple feet down the corridor to knock on the door to your neighbour’s dorm room. The sign on the door reads ‘Alex Summers’, but that’s all you have time to register before the door flies open to reveal a very sheepish, very attractive boy standing there in a track team shirt and flannel pyjama pants.

“I’m really sorry I kept you up, that was a dick move, but you’re actually a lifesaver because I have no fucking clue how this fits together and I have an early class.” Alex says in a rush, stepping to the side to let you into the dorm room. Walking past him, you see a pile of boards with assorted screws scattered across the floor, and you chuckle lightly, because he was clearly getting nowhere despite his efforts.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re in the same history class. 8:30 lecture by the quad, right?” You reply absently as you lean over to examine the picture of the finished bed on the box.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” He agrees, doing his best not to blatantly stare at you, because the combination of your sleep shorts and your current position was giving him an unparalleled view of your ass. You straighten up and nudge the pile of plywood with your toe, having sized up the task ahead.

“Okay, well if I’ve got the right idea, then we might even be able to get like, four and a half hours of sleep, or something.”


Its 9:07 and you want to die. You had been very wrong. Assembling the bed had taken significantly longer than you had hoped it would, and instead of getting around four and a half hours of sleep, the two of you had gotten closer to three, but at least the fucking bed got assembled in the end. You had given up on actually paying attention to the lecture approximately ten minutes in, and now had your phone set to record it so you could go over it later. It’s currently all you can do to stay awake as you stare blankly down at the front of the room to where your teacher is talking about the significant stylistic differences between Herodotus and Thucydides. Alex is sitting beside you, his head propped against his hand. You glance over at him, intending to make a snarky comment about how little you actually care about the stylistic differences between the two, when you notice that he’s fast asleep.

Stifling a laugh, you lean over, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him awake. He blinks sleepily, pulling an irritated face at being woken up that might be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” You whisper as surreptitiously as you possibly can. “You could’ve just stayed in bed.” You quip, and he grimaces.

“I can’t afford to miss any more classes in this course,” He explains in an equally quiet voice, and you bite back another laugh.

“Bad fucking luck, my friend,” You quip and he rolls his eyes in exasperation.

“You’re telling me.”

You wake him up three more times over the course of the lecture, and each time he’s just as adorable as he was the first time you woke him up, and you’ve decided that it’s deeply unfair that he looks that good while he sleeps. At the end of the lecture, the two of you gather up your stuff and exit the classroom.

“You should go to bed,” You comment, reaching over your shoulder to rub at a stiff muscle. “You’ll be totally useless for the rest of the day if you don’t.”

“You should join me,” Alex replies absentmindedly, the immediately flushes bright red. “I-fuck, sorry-wow I definitely need to sleep for like, several hours. I apparently have no idea how to interact with other people when I’m this tired.” He’s still visibly embarrassed, but you just laugh.

“No stress, I get it. But if you buy me dinner, I may just join you some other time.” You reply, arching a brow suggestively before hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder and turning to walk away. You haven’t even made it a step when Alex’s arm shoots out to grab your wrist, stopping you.

“Okay. Tomorrow night? 7:30?” He suggests, and he looks almost nervous, which is just as attractive on him as sleepy or embarrassed, and you smile at him, delighted by his offer.

“It’s a date.”

Not Mandatory...Part 2

I want to give a bit of a heads-up before this continues: the scenes between the reader’s character and “the woman” get pretty graphic at times, so always read those with caution, and while you will get many sexual encounters with various people on the team, they don’t always paint the team member in the best light.  This isn’t a series about endless love-making and wonderful moments, these are very raw and very true moments between the reader’s character and the team and giving them what they really need…and sometimes, revealing a bit of themselves in the process.

In other words, the sex scenes aren’t glamorized…they are as real and raw to the characters as the emotions fueling the encounters…so please, read this series with caution.  It’s very different from the ones I’ve written thus far, and I understand if you have no interest, or do not want to, read it.

(Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19)


It took you two months to finally settle into your job.  You brought in your books from your schooling, with most of the team being shocked that you had any sort of higher education…much less two Master’s degrees…and you hung a few pictures as well as a couple of inspirational quotes that helped you get through the day, and the stereotypes, of the job you had decided to make your career.

Yes, a Director of Wellness was as taboo of a job as you could obtain, but you enjoyed helping people…so much so that you would usually destroy yourself in the process.

But that only made you well-suited for this particular career choice.

You had gotten to know the team you would be serving a little more.  You knew that Rossi enjoyed cooking and warm fires, as well as his solidarity and independence.  You knew that he had been married many times, though none of them (except his first) seemed to supersede his job.  You knew that Morgan was a playboy, no doubt covering up a huge secret that he would, hopefully, talk to you about in the future.

You knew that Hotch had seen way too much, with him coming and sitting in your office, only to request that the lights be off and that you not stare at him.  Sometimes you would squint to do some paperwork, only for the shaking of his shoulders to catch you out of the top of your eye.

Spencer was a hard one.  You didn’t see him until almost a month into your job, and when he did come in, he was hesitant…like your sexual nature would devour him in one bite.

Poor kid.

But once he opened up, he was quite the talker.  And you listened.  And every once in a while he would question why you didn’t tell him to shut up, and you would answer honestly.

“Because what you have to say matters.”

J.J. loved coming in and talking about her family.  She lit up whenever she talked about Henry, and she even ended up taking your offer for weekend babysitting so that her and Will could spend some much needed time together.

You assumed she talked to Will about the darker stuff, and that was fine.  That’s partially what a partner is for.

Emily was a show-stopper.  She would come in, start with a few sexual innuendos, wiggle in her seat when you threw them back at her, and then…little by little…she would open up about things in her past.  No prompting, no leading.  Just a pure need to talk to someone who was unbiased, who didn’t know who her parents were, who didn’t make her feel like she was living and breathing in the shadow of someone else…who wasn’t as tainted by the world as everyone around her.

And Penelope…dear, sweet Penelope.

She always left you wonderful things.

Some brightly folded origami cranes, or a danish she picked up at the bakery on her way into work.  Or some brightly colored pens after mentioning in passing that you were frustrated that you couldn’t find any of yours.

One time she even brought you coffee, and it brought tears to your eyes.

She was a doll.

And you were determined to repay her somehow.

But outside of the babysitting for J.J., no one had called, or requested, or beckoned in the slightest.

Until that fateful call at 2 am.

“’’eeeeeey, sweet stuff,” you hear Morgan slur into the phone.

“Derek?  Are you alright?” you ask, sitting up in bed as you groan and wipe your eyes with your free hand.

You had taken to calling the team by their first names.  It helped you to distinguish yourself from everyone else in their lives, and it helped them to feel as if you were outside of their everyday work.  It seemed to make them more comfortable around you when they did visit.

They seemed to need someone who, at least metaphorically, stood outside of all of the horror they saw on a daily basis.

“Derek?” you ask again, the loud pumping of the music blasting into your hear.

“H-hello?  Hello, who is this?” a foreign voice says.

“Hello?” you ask again.

“Yes, um…I don’t know who this is, but there’s a large black man slumped in the corner, and he looks pretty drunk.  He’s at the Hoppin’ Dragon downtown.  I’m the bartender in the red shirt.”

And the call went dead.

Throwing on your robe as you dash out for your keys, you slip your glasses on as you stick your feet into your yellow flats by the door, your robe being pulled tight around your body as you barrel out of your ranch-style home and crank your car, flooring it out of the garage and racing down the road.

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Darting your head around as you find the bar off to the side, you push your way past people covered in black-light paint as you approach the bartender in the red shirt.

“Hello!” you yell over the music, flashing your badge, “You said there was a very intoxicated black man here!?”

“Yeah!” the bartender yells back, “Follow me!”

Following the bartender through a set of double doors, your eyes settle on Derek’s body, thrown haphazardly on a cot as he rolls his head towards you, a slurred smile dripping across his face.

“Theeeeere she is,” he says, reaching out his limp hand as you tug at him, the bartender surprised at the way you can take his body weight upon yours as he helps you out the back.

“You gonna be alright?” he asks, helping you get Derek to your car.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you say, grunting as you plop him down into the back-seat.

“Lots of water,” the bartender says as he helps you into your car, holding your door open for you as you get situated in your seat.

“You got it, boss,” you say, cranking your car and grabbing for the car door as you hear the bartender hit the roof of your car, signaling you were good to go as you pull out into the road.

“Let’s get you home,” you mutter as you take a left, heading straight for Derek’s apartment.

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Fishing out the keys from his pockets as he starts to groan, you throw open his door and help him through, his body staggering as you shut the door and throw the lock.

“You gonna take advantage of me?” he slurs, lobbing his head over to you as he smiles playfully, his breath wreaking of alcohol.

“Never,” you say, your eyes serious as you place a chaste kiss on his sweating cheek.

Walking in silence into his bedroom, you start drawing him a warm bath, panicking because you don’t know how much alcohol he has actually ingested.

Listening to the tub filling up, you help him shimmy out of his clothes, trying to make out the provocative joke he is probably trying to crack, but shaking your head as the string of words become blurred by his deliriously intoxicated state.

“Alright, here we go,” you say, helping the naked man over the edge of the tub and lowering him in.

And not a moment too soon.

Watching as he spews up his alcohol over the side of the tub, you lunge backwards and grab a towel off of the rack, tossing it down onto the floor as you move to the side, your hand rubbing his back as his muscles contract and release with every heave of food and liquor onto the floor.

“Oh…god…” he chokes out, his hand coming up to wipe his face as you start to splash water onto his back.

“Ssshhh…” you coo, shrugging off your robe to reveal your silky full-length nightgown underneath, “it’s alright.”

Feeling him start to heave again, you rip another towel down from the rack as you place it in front of him, watching as the last of the alcohol and food in his stomach comes rip-roaring through his nostrils, his body shaking as his hands white-knuckle the edge of the tub.

“Oh, Derek…” you sigh, reaching for a cup as he starts to lean back into the tub.

“Oh, god,” he says again as you hand him some mouthwash.

“Here, swish this,” you say, watching him as he takes it from your hands.

Cleaning up the floor as he soaks in the warm, soapy water, he resorts to just spitting the mouthwash out in the bathtub as you shake your head, your body gyrating with each scrub of the floor you take, trying desperately to get rid of the vomit-smell as Derek closes his eyes in the tub.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet,” you say, chuckling lightly as you gather up the last of the dirty towels, tossing them into the washer with his clothes and starting it on a hot cycle.

Coming back into the bathroom, you see him already attempting to get out on his own.

“Easy there, big boy,” you say, reaching out to help him the rest of the way, grabbing the last towel and wrapping it around his hips.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, his eyes half-hooded with exhaustion as you lead him over to his bed.

“Here, let me help,” you say, taking the towel from him and drying him off, starting at his feet and working your way up.

“Mmmm…that feels good,” he murmurs as you work along his back.

“Do you wear anything to sleep?” you ask, drying off his shoulders before moving to his head.

“Mm Mm,” he says, shaking his head as he lulls it forward.

Figures.

“Alright,” you say, running and tossing the towel in along with everything else.

“Now, lets get you to-”

But when you came back in, Derek was already situated under the covers.

“Come here,” he says darkly, patting the side of the bed as he holds the covers up for you.

Slowly walking over as you slide in beside him, he wastes no time in plowing his lips into yours, his hand gliding along your shoulders before cupping the base of your head.

You thanked your stars for the mouthwash.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel his hands slide down the fabric of your nightgown, his fingertips working along the inside of your thighs as you part your legs, sensing his “no wasting time” attitude.

Feeling his plump lips trail down your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse point as you let out a nefarious sigh, you feel him press his warm, throbbing erection close to your slit, his breath hitching as you roll your pelvis into him.

And without warning, he guides himself in, slowly and steady, as your hands fly to his back, your fingertips digging in as you hang on for the ride.

Feeling him toss a leg over his shoulder, he plants his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady as he quickly picks up the pace, the sounds of your skin smacking together in the darkness of nighttime as the bed creaks and bangs up against the wall, the sounds of his groans and your pants filling the room as he picks up your other leg, tossing it over his other shoulder before folding you in half, bending down towards your face as he plants a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Oh, god, Y/N,” he groans as he thrusts harder, your teeth gritted as the pressure starts to build.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your hand slipping in between you as you begin to flick your clit, his balls slapping your ass as he thrusts in deeper, the sweat beginning to drip from his brow as you feel him begin to falter.

And one by one, the two of you fall apart, your calls to the wild causing you to arch your back as he digs his teeth into your breast, moaning and grunting as his dick twitches inside of you while your walls cave in around him, pulsating and massaging him as he thrusts into you one more time before lobbing your legs off of his shoulders, collapsing his body onto you as he traps you between the mattress and his chest.

“Holy…god…” he breathes, leaning his head up and kissing you deeply before rolling off.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his breaths still coming in pants as you stare at the ceiling, a crook of a smile on your face.

“My pleasure,” you respond, the traces of a giggle light on your lips.

“Come here,” he says, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush to him.

“I really should-”

“No,” he says, steady in your ear, “now get some rest.”

And after his hot, heavy, and fast session of much needed release, he holds you close, debating between his body that wanted to use you and his mind that wanted to make sure that you were cherished.

He really was two opposite ends of the stone.

And you hoped one day he would trust you with why.

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“Did he ever?” the woman asks.

Clenching your jaw, she watches your temple pulsate as she chuckles.

“Don’t worry, darling…men don’t entrust prostitutes with their secrets,” she says through her giggles.

This was one of those moments where you wished you had paid more attention to their in-office talking.

All you knew was someone was abducting Wellness Directors.

And try as they might have to convince you of your vulnerability, you had kept brushing them off.

And now you were going to die because of it.

Squirming in your seat, your thighs clenching and unclenching desperately, the woman gets up and walks behind you, dipping her lips down into your ear.

“It’ll be easier if you just…let it go,” she breathes.

And as you fight back your tears, you feel your bladder release, your urine running quickly down your leg as it splashes to the floor, the woman chuckling behind you as she walks away.

“I’ll be back soon!” she offers, “I quite like these stories of yours.”

Sighing with content as you realize she believed your story, it boosted your confidence a bit to be able to lie to her, to be able to protect the most intimate secrets of the people you had come to respect…and honestly?  Just because your actual encounter with Derek didn’t go well, doesn’t mean his name should be tainted.

Deep down, he was worth more than that.

What Are We - Nate Maloley (Part 3)

Read Part 1 Here | Read Part 2 Here

You woke up in the middle of the drive back home to the feeling of Nate’s hand interlocking with yours. “My bad,” he glimpsed at you and back at the road. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His voice was raspy from the loud rapping to the music he did at the party, and boy, was it heaven to hear that coming from his lips.

You look down at your hand and smiled. “It’s okay, couldn’t really sleep anyways.” 

The car ride was so serene, so peaceful. The music was turned off, the windows were up, and barely anyone was onthe road, giving no muffled sound of roaring from their engines passing by. 

Already midway back to Nate’s house, you impulsively suggested to change plans. “Let’s go somewhere, Nate,” giving a gentle squeeze on his hand while turning your body. You faced him, leaning your left side of the body against the seat.

He cocked his eyebrows up and chuckled. “And where do you suppose we go at,” he looks at the clock, “2:15 am in the morning?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere. Let’s be adventurous!” Excitement was surging throughout your body from having taken that nap. It was the perfect time to escape everything and live in bliss with the one person you could only think of.

“Hmmm, maybe the park? Or how about the beach?” he asked.

You love how Nate starts picking. He doesn’t complain that it’s too late or it’s too cold or he’s too tired or anything like that. He doesn’t think twice when it comes to you and it’s because he doesn’t care, that as long as it’s with you, he’d be willing to do just about anything. He’s down to do stupid things like jump into a dirty lake fully clothed, illegally climb up on the Hollywood sign in the middle of the day, and even have an adventure with you at 2 am in the morning. This made you feel warm, a feeling of such happiness to know he was like this towards you and only you. 

“How about somewhere with a view of the city?” you asked.

Nate smirks. “I know just the place.“ 

You had no idea where he was taking you. All he could answer with was “don’t worry about it, you’ll see,” and that’s exactly what you did. You threw the worries out the window and enjoyed the car ride to the unknown destination of his choice. About 20 minutes into the ride that was filled with jokes and laughter and singing, he tells you to close your eyes. You did as you were told and let go of Nate’s hand to use your palms as an eye mask. But then Nate turns his head and puckers out the bottom of lips. It was like he was 10 years old again and had his lollipop taken from him. Cutest thing you’ve witnessed tonight, even cuter than Nash’s new puppy.

“What? I have to cover my eyes, don’t I?” you giggled as you proceeded to block your vision.

“Yes, but you don’t need your hands to do that. You can just close them,” he smiles. He then softly takes your hand back into his, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

Everything felt normal up to this point, up to today. You never noticed or thought anything of it, of this, until Madison, Sam, and nearly everyone else pointed it out. You were upset because now you don’t know if you’re over thinking it or not. It was frustrating you quite immensely that you felt the need to say something, to say anything. But instead, you kept to yourself. “Not now,” you thought. “It’s no point. Why ruin what this is? Why ruin what we have?” And anyways, this definitely wasn’t the place or scene for it, especially when everything feels so right.

You felt the car slow down to a stop and he signals you, “Okay, we’re here, but don’t open your eyes yet!” You hear the car door open and slam shut and then open again on your side of the vehicle. He takes your arm and guides you out of the car. You then both walk up a what felt like a steep dirt road. “Alright. We’re here,” he says as he ambles behind you.“ You slowly open your eyes and it was like you’ve been hit with a picture so unreal that you secretly pinched yourself.

“Oh,” you step forward. “My,” turning a 360 degree circle. “Gosh,” then ending the circle. Your eyes shine bright from the moon’s light that beamed off your features. He raises up his left hand and moves your hair behind your ear. “Nate…”

Nate, whose body was covering the phenomenal spectacle, stepped aside to give you a full coverage of the view. You were too preoccupied to even noticed him staring at you, to notice him staring at you the way they do in movies where the girl just seems to never catch him at the right time. He took in everything he could with you at that moment; he noticed your eyes and the way they glowed, he noticed your lips and the way they stretched from nearly ear to ear, he noticed your hair and the way the baby hairs were flying everywhere from the wind, he noticed everything about you.

Then he calls out. “What are we, (Y/N)?”

You broke focus. You were taken by surprise, but somehow you knew this question would come up. You just thought you’d be the one asking. “Anything we want to be,” replying to his question. You lift your head to meet his eyes that were already staring so gracefully at you from when you were mesmerized by the view.

“And what if that anything means wanting to be…“ He hesitated. “Together?” a quiet, stretched sigh of relief released through his parted lips. Your eyes were fixated on each other and neither one of you broke attention.

“Nate,” you whispered.

He left eye contact and folded his arms, backing up from you and facing his body towards the city lights. “Shit,” he lets out under his breath. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I don’t even know what I’m talking about it. Must be the drinking ge-”

You cut him off and grasp onto his arm to get his attention back. “Nate,” you smiled. You bring your left hand up to cup his face into looking down at you while your other hand stays on his arm. “Nate, what we are are best friends, but we live a friendship so different than others that people, that our closest friends, begin to question what we are. And all we’ve been saying is ‘we’re just friends,’ when, in reality, we aren’t, are we? So now I’m asking you. What are we? Because I’ll be anything you want us to be. Just as long as it’s with you, I don’t care, Nate.”

Snap goes a second and the next thing you know, his lips were passionately kissing yours. After realization had hit you, you were kissing back with lips moving so gently along with each other that you couldn’t help but melt to the feel of his lips pressed up against yours while his hands were the ones cupping your face now. Eventually the kissing stops and Nate gazes into your eyes. “I want to be more than ‘just friends.’ I want to us to be together, (Y/N).”

“Then I guess that what we’ll be,” you grinned and brought him back into another kiss that lasted longer than the last one.

The night ended with the two of you soundly peaceful in each others arms with the whole city of Los Angeles below your feet. 

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A/N: It’s finally here! I am so super, super, super sorry for the long wait, guys, but thank you for being so patient with me. Before this, I had started on four other imagines that were incomplete and it was bugging me so I had to finish those before I could finish this. Thank you for being apart of this story with me, guys. (: It’s my first “more than one part” imagine I’ve ever written, but it definitely won’t be the last! I’m sort of nervous, but I hope you guys like it, haha. Please feel free to like, reblog, or hit with me with an ask about anything such as a question, a discussion, a confession, an opinion of the imagine, or even criticism because all is much appreciated. (:

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I Was Part of the Queen’s Guard In England

by reddit user inaaace

This creepy story was top rated and many users were creeped out by it. 

I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what?

The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

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Sebastian Stan w/ Fam- Part 6

Could you please do a Sebastian Stan x reader where they take their son and their daughter to disneyworld for the first time?? love your blog!! <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

AN: Cristian is now 7, Lily is now 5, and the new child is 3.


Even though they had been on a plane tons of times before this was different. Their little faces had been lit up since last night when they went to bed. Their eyes were wide awake as they peered out the window waiting to see if they could view Disney World from up in the sky.

“This is your pilot speaking. We will be landing in Orlando in 10 minutes. The weather is clear and 86 degrees.”

“Mommy, Daddy, did you hear that?! We’re almost there,” Cristian, your excited 7 year old was nearly jumping out of his seat.

“Can we see Elsa, Daddy,” your youngest, 3 year old Roma, asked Sebastian.

“Of course sweetheart. But we have to go to the hotel first and get some lunch, then we’ll find Elsa and all the other people, ok?”

“Mommy, can we see Ariel too,” Lily asked?

“We better!” Your answer made her smile.

You five got off the plane and went to the baggage claim where the excitement in your three kids was replaced with tiredness by their lack of sleep and the end of their adrenaline rush. The luggage cart had now turned into a makeshift bed for the kids as you waited for the bags to come out.

When the bags started coming out you picked up your littlest one and held her and shook the other two to stand up. Once all the bags were loaded on the cart Cristian climbed on top and laid across, Lily got a piggyback ride from her dad, and fell back asleep, and you helped push the car, while Sebastian pulled, with Roma in your arms.

You carried the kids in the SUV rental and packed the luggage in. You drove into the Animal Kingdom and pulled up to the hotel. Sebastian left you with the kids and quickly returned with a luggage cart. “Wake up babies,” you gently shook the three nappers in the back. As soon as they got out of the car and saw the savannahs with the animals they were back to being wide awake. The interior of the hotel had them looking amazed and once they saw the room you were in they freaked.

“This looked like The Lion King,” Lily cheered since that was her favorite movie.

“Let’s unpack, we’ll get some lunch, and then we can tour the animal kingdom. How’s that sound?” The kids cheered as your husband spoke.

******

After nearly 7 hours in the Animal Kingdom yesterday you had practically covered every inch of that park. Today the family got up early to tour the Magic Kingdom. The kids were excited to get their favorite characters signatures and get their pictures taken with them. Roma nearly freaked out when she got to meet Elsa in her matching dress that she barely ever took off.

You and Sebastian waited all day for their surprise at dinner. It was 5:30 and you walked hand in hand with the kids until Cinderella’s Castle was right in front of them.

“Look how pretty it is Mommy,” Lily shook your hand.

“It’s huge,”you son tried to take it all in.

“Should we go inside,” Sebastian asked the kids. They all yelled yes eagerly.

“Can we go in there Daddy? Won’t Cinderella be mad if we don’t knock?”

“Well, Roma, Cinderella asked that Mommy and I bring you and your brother and sister her to eat dinner with her.”

“Really?!” He nodded and lifted her in his arms. He carried her and held hands with you son and made his way inside.

“Stan, party of 5. Cinderella is expecting us,” he said to the woman working the front desk.

“Oh of course Mr. Stan. She told me all about you and the kids,” she talked him up. “Right this way.”

You were sitting with everyone, having just ordered, when Cristian tapped Lily’s shoulders. “Look! It’s the Cinderella,” he pointed out to his sisters, who freaked out right away. She made her way from table to table and finally visited yours. They asked her questions about her mice and the Prince and smiled largely as you got their picture.

******

After 6 days in the park you loaded up the rental car again and drove your way back to the airport. The kids boarded the plane and demanded they sit next to each other on the 3 seater side of the place. You and Sebastian took your seats right across the small isle. You could see the kids all fighting sleep as they sat down but, not 15 minutes into the flight, they were all asleep resting their heads on each other.

“I am worn out,” you rested your head on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“Hopefully they’ll just go to sleep when we get back home.”

“One can dream,” you laughed. “What was your favorite part?”

“When Cristian asked if I worked at the Hollywood Studio park,” Sebastian laughed. “How about you?”

“Seeing all the magic on the kids faces.” You two peered over at the three of them knocked out. “Their pretty cute, huh?”

“They are,” he agreed. There was a comfortable silence for a second. “Maybe we should dump them off at Chris’ so we can get some sleep,” he offered sarcastically.

“Great idea,” you two laughed together and eventually drifted off to sleep together with your three little ones doing the same next to you.

I was a part of Queen's Guard in England - One of the rare jobs where you aren't allowed to move, no matter what stands in front of you.

This happened to my brother-in-law two years ago. I am telling the story exactly the way he told me it. He appeared very genuine when telling it, and, you know what, after all that’s happened to me, I have no reason not believe him. And as for you, well, you be the judge.

I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what? The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

After I finished my third tour, I was awarded by the army. Apparently, surviving fighting Taliban in the mountains is reason enough to be honored. They offered me a spot in Queen’s Guard. I’m not sure how much you know about that, but in England, it’s a pretty big deal. And I hated it. I was permanently stationed at home, and as a reward for my “bravery” I was now standing in front of buildings motionless while annoying Chinese tourists tried to make me laugh. I wanted out, but the honor of the position, combined with my mother’s happiness that the biggest danger I could ever face would be an Asian tourist, I had no choice but to do it. Only if I knew I’d be safer in some cave in Kabul…

So I was stationed to work at the Tower of London few shifts a week. Shifts were usually 2-3 hours long, depending on how many people worked that day. Gotta tell you, that job gets old quickly. Drunk people who try to mess with you along with annoying tourists who think they’re the first ones ever to try to make you laugh, you just want out of your own skin. But it was a job, and it paid, so I shut the fuck up and did it.

Now, this one day, this one day in 2012 started boring as any other day. I had a few French guys trying to mess with me (god they’re the worst, and you can’t do shit unless they threaten you), then I had a group of drunk Russian chicks which wasn’t so bad. The heat was just starting to melt that fucking hat into my skull when a huge group of tourists showed up. Some sort of a guided tour, I assumed. They all did their standard spiel, pictures, “funny” faces, jokes, etc. They all had their cameras out, and they all wore same t-shirts, some Big Ben tour bullshit. All but one. I noticed her standing in the back, just staring at me. She was a good looking woman, probably early forties, really dark long hair and somewhat pale, which made me think she was English. She did seem to be the part of the tour as she stood with all of the others.

After the group finally took enough pictures and realized I wasn’t gonna laugh, they started moving on. Except the pale woman who stayed and kept watching me. Now, I’ve seen my fair share of people doing all kinds of stupid stuff to get a reaction out of me, but this was a new one. Not only that, this lady was committed. Two hours and hundreds of tourists later, she still stood in the very same spot, just staring at me. The day got pretty hot and there was no way she was comfortable, but I shit you not, she was calmer than I was. She wasn’t smiling which was strange because I assumed she was trying to make me react. About thirty minutes later, when the crowd around me slowly died out, she took a slow step towards me. Then another one. “Here we go, joke incoming” I thought as she took her sweet time walking up closer.

She stopped about two feet away from me. She was looking straight into my eyes. Tilted her head to the left, then to the right, which I assumed was her attempt at making me laugh. Then I realized this woman wasn’t here to joke around. Still standing at two feet away, she started leaning towards me. There was something just so fucked up about her mannerisms that made me extremely uneasy. She never lost an eye contact with me. She kept leaning towards me while her feet never moved. Her face stopped just short of touching mine and her position seemed unnatural at that point. Her head started slowly shaking, like when you get out of the pool or a shower and are freezing, you know? And then, then she scared the fucking shit out of me. I had people screaming in my face, I even had a moron trying to fight me, but what she did was by far the worst. She opened her mouth as if she were about to let the loudest scream at me, but nothing came out. Nothing. She just stood there, leaned at an unnatural angle, inches from my face, letting a fucking silent scream or whatever that was out of her wide open mouth. And the speed of her shaking increased. Now, I’m not gonna lie, even though it was really hot that day, I started feeling cold and goosebumps ran under my uniform. I finally got myself together and started marching away from her – we are allowed to do a 10-step march occasionally.

When I got to the end of one way, I stopped and closed my eyes. I just wanted her to be gone when I turned around. As I made a 180 degree turn, I instantly froze. She was right in front of me; leaned all the way to my face, mouth open even wider, head now shaking uncontrollably. I was so taken aback, I was unable to react. Noise, screaming, and other stuff I can deal with, but this silent creepy fucking behavior was honestly intimidating me.
“Make way for the Queens Guard!” I yelled. We are allowed to say that when someone is in our way. She didn’t react, but she did lean farther to about an inch from my face.
“MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN’S GUARD” I yelled even louder, hoping my voice wouldn’t break.
She had absolutely zero regard for my orders. Unwilling to deal with the bullshit any longer, I stepped back and pointed my bayonet at her. That was our last resort for annoying tourists.
She immediately closed her mouth and leaned back into a normal human position. I wasn’t going to wait for her to do whatever she was about to do, so I started marching around her. When I got back to my post, I turned around and stood still. I couldn’t see her in the corner of my eye which gave me a huge relief. “Jesus, this fucking job” I thought to myself “I’m gonna have to look into…”
“10, 9, 8” someone whispered in my right ear. It must be her. She was behind me.
“10, 9, 8” whispers came from my left side. Goosebumps were at an all-time erect now. Hilarious, isn’t it? Combat vet, killed more people than he’d ever want to admit, is now scared to hell of some batshit tourist lady.
“10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she sped up her whispering. Then walked in front of me. “10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she was now whispering incredibly fast. Actually, whispering doesn’t describe it properly. It was like yelling, but in a whisper tone, if that makes any sense. It was surreal. She leaned towards my face again, whispering those fucking numbers franticly.
I was about to break my orders. I couldn’t take it anymore. There was something fucked up about this woman, and I couldn’t deal with it.
“Ma’m,” I spoke in a voice of the biggest scared pussy, “Ma’m will you please step…”
And then, a huge group of loud tourist ran up to us. The crazy woman leaned back, still looking at me. She whispered “10, 9, 8” one more time while never losing an eye contact. Then she walked away, as slowly as she moved around me. It was so strange watching her slowly disappear into the crowd. All that was left was a strange feeling of something unnatural. That, and a group of life-saving Asian tourists. Never thought I’d be so happy to see a Nikon-snapping Chinese guy.

After my shift was done, I went into our base and told the story to a couple of guys. They all had some experience with creepy people, but never on this level. When our shift commander came, guys jokingly told him how I was “abused” on duty. He wanted some laughs, so he asked for the full story. But when I started telling what happened, he quickly lost his smile.
“Stop, stop,” he said. “Did you talk to her?”
“Sir?” I asked intrigued.
“Son, did you or did you not speak to this woman?”
I wasn’t gonna lose my weekly pay over breaking that stupid no-talking rule, so I lied. “Of course not, sir.”
He seemed to calm down. “Good. And if she ever comes back, never talk back, understood? And that goes for all of you.”
Joking atmosphere quickly died out in the break room. I was puzzled, but I was even more tired, so I decided to go home and sleep instead of worrying about crazy fucking tourists.

Next few shifts went by as boring as they were supposed to be. Woman was nowhere to be seen, and since my girlfriend was about to visit me all the way from Netherlands, I forgot about the incident.
Tuesday night around 3am, I was awoken by loud banging at the door. For some strange reason, the first thought that crossed my mind was that fucked up woman from a week ago.
“Babe, would you mind peeping through the hole to see who it is?” I lazily mumbled as I gently pushed my girlfriend. She was dead asleep; I swear nothing could wake her up. Semi-conscious, I stumbled through the hallway and to the door. “Who is it?” I muttered while peeking through the hole, but it was too dark outside. That sobered me up. “Who is it?” I asked again, but the only answer I got was louder banging.
“Fuck it” I thought as I took a deep breath and opened the door.
There are about million things I’d rather see standing in front of me at that moment. And there was only one person I did not expect to be at the door.
My girlfriend.
I was supposed to pick her up tonight.
I nearly lost all control of my legs. Thousand things raced through my mind which was having trouble comprehending what in the fuck was happening.
“Thanks for picking me up at the Heathrow, asshole,” my girlfriend said as she slammed the carryon on my chest. I was still speechless.
“So, I travel all the way from Amsterdam to see you, and you forget? Really?”
I wasn’t hearing it. I knew I was half asleep when I got up, but there WAS someone in my bed. I wasn’t dreaming for fuck’s sake.
“Stay here” I mumbled as I handed her the bag back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just stay here.”
Not knowing where I got the courage to walk to the bedroom, I slowly made my way.
I know what you’re thinking – in movies and books, guy walks into the room and boom, its empty, right? I fucking wish.
I walked into my room and it was completely dark. But I could hear breathing. Heavy breathing. My pulse was so high I was sure I was gonna pass out, but I flipped the switch.
“7, 6, 5, 7, 6, 5” whispers came from the corner of the room where she stood. That same fucking woman. She stood almost glued to the corner of the room, her back to the wall. She was looking straight at me. And though I was sure I lost the power of speech, I managed to squeeze out a “What the fuck”.
“7, 6, 5” she said as she took the first slow step towards me. Her mouth was always wide open, as if she were letting out that damn soundless scream. Every step she’d make, she’d close her mouth enough to say “7, 6, 5”.
I couldn’t move. Nothing in this world existed besides this woman slowly walking towards me. What a creepy and unsettling feeling. Like, I wasn’t physically afraid of her, right? I could take her down – and was ready to. But this kind of fear was something foreign to me. Seemed like I was afraid for my, shit, I don’t know, soul? You know what I mean? I knew she couldn’t hurt me physically, but I was stills scared. Not to mention I fucking somehow slept in the same bed with this whatever the fuck she is.
She came incredibly close to me. The familiar lean. An inch from my face. My breathing was so irregular and loud, it was the only noise in the room.
“7, 6, 5.”
Suddenly, something about this had a strangely familiar feeling.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” scream came from behind me.
My girlfriend.

I snapped into reality, turned around and grabbed my girl. “Run!” I yelled as we escaped the room. We ran to the kitchen where I grabbed one of those “As seen on TV” steel-cutting knives. My girlfriend was just silently weeping at my side, unable to even ask questions.

I could hear footsteps. First, I saw her shadow, then I saw her calmly walking through the hallway. Her mouth was now so unnaturally wide open, and she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the ceiling as she slowly made her way to the door. Her head was shaking very fast. It was abso-fucking-lutely surreal, I’m telling you. I mean, just imagine, this woman, who creeped you out a week ago, is now walking through your place at 3 in the morning, staring at the ceiling with mouth impossibly wide open. Not to mention you slept next to her for who knows how long.

When she finally walked out, I ran to the door and slammed it. Girlfriend was still unable to speak. When we got ourselves together, I was afraid she’d think I cheated on her with this woman, but she didn’t. She saw that horror walk through out hallway and she knew something was wrong.

I was terrified, but I didn’t let it show. The scariest part of everything was that I had a job that required me to stand still and not react to my surroundings. I told my girlfriend about my experience with this fucked up woman, but I didn’t mention her “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5” whispers. I didn’t want to scare her any further.
Because , what could those whispers be if not a countdown?

Part II can be found here.

Ghostbusters Character Bios

So I purchased the Ghostbusters Handbook (amongst other things) and the information inside was both entertaining and delightful. (and legit helpful for fic writing purposes). Thought I’d share some of the highlights.

First up, whomever authored this book knew nothing about scientific publications.

[image of book page with no title; relevant sentence: Dr. Erin Gilbert specializes in theoretical particle physics and has been published in journals such as Nature and Scientific American.]

LOL Scientific American is a popular science magazine not a scientific journal. That is most definitely not where Erin would have published her work. Trust me I went to an engineering school. I had to read scientific journals all the time. (Nature technically is, but its sketchy if she would have published there. That journal covers a broad range of topics, including physics. However it is not tagged with particle physics or other ghostbusters related physics studies (energy, magnetism, nuclear, etc) according to my alma mater’s library search. Doesn’t mean it’s wrong, just means it’s not the most likely journal for Erin to publish her work in.) (Fic Writing Tip: if you need to provide a title of a scientific journal, go to a university library’s website and search their journals by categories.)

Here we have a glimpse at the fallout between Erin and Abby:

[image of book pages with the partial title Lifelong Friends; relevant section: When their book was released, the friends were invited to appear on a University of Michigan public television show. But having been taunted and teased as “ghost girl” for most of her life, Erin was worried about going public with her research. She wanted to be taken seriously as a scientist. Erin failed to appear for the television show, causing a massive rift in her and Abby’s friendship that lasted years.]

Confirmed by the novelization: Erin is from Michigan! Which pleases me on a personal level. Specifically she is from the Battle Creek area, which is not as pleasing to me on a personal level, but at least it’s not all the way over by the Detroit/Ann Arbor area (why do they always get all the fun). The novelization further confirms that Abby moved to Michigan from Indiana during high school, and both Erin and Abby attended the University of Michigan for their undergrad degree. Their paths began to diverge after that when they attended different graduate schools and Erin grew more and more worried about her career reputation. When Abby arranged for the television appearance at their alma mater, Erin’s grad advisor told her not to go and to bury the book where no one would ever hear about it. It was the permission Erin needed to stand Abby up and run away from her past.

Not pictured: the information that their high school science fair project, the one that later grew into Ghosts From Our Past, was originally presented as a rap. Because Erin and Abby are nerdy white girls trying to be cool white girls and I’m dying. (but legit, the novelization confirms this; they thought they were the effin’ coolest with that rap) (tbh they still do)

Holtzmann’s turn:

[image of book page titled Founding Member: Jillian Holtzmann; relevant sections: Jillian Holtzmann (she prefers to be addressed as Holtzmann) is an engineer who, like Erin and Abby, specializes in theoretical particle physics. … Holtzmann met Abby shortly after a lab accident that lost her a job offer with a top nuclear research organization. ‘lab accident’ is circled with an arrow drawn to it and a note that says “It wasn’t that bad… They said he moved a finger yesterday!” presumably written by Holtzmann herself.]

First of all, she prefers to be addressed as Holtzmann, something I interpreted from the movie, but is nice to see confirmed. (And as someone who’s getting into reading/writing fic for this fandom, I feel so vindicated :P)

Second, and confirmed by the novelization, Holtz definitely did something to send a guy into a coma. Likely blew something up. At CERN. Yikes :S (and not at all surprising). Somehow this led to her meeting Abby, and obviously Abby was much more forgiving of Holtzmann’s penchant for creating not-so-medium-sized poofs and booms.

Extra note: the novelization mentioned Holtz buying a get well soon card and writing “Happy anniversary!” on it to send to coma guy on the same day they moved in above the Chinese restaurant. No further details given.

PATTY:

[image of book page, no title. Relevant section: Raised with a fierce love of reading, Patty quickly became an indispensable member of the team for her extensive knowledge on a variety of topics, including the history of New York.]

There’s a lot here on Patty’s accomplishments from the movie (which is great because she kicked ass), but virtually nothing here on her backstory. This suggests the script-writers didn’t give her one which is disappointing :/ (though I guess Abby doesn’t have one that doesn’t revolve around Erin). But there was that one little phrase that got me hyped: raised with a fierce love of reading.

:D She got her love of reading from her family, you guys! Her parents might have been teachers! or just giant-ass nerds. They probably taught her to read before she even entered school. Patty was the not-so-quiet bookworm who always checked out the max number of books from the library and read them cover to cover before returning them. As shown in that one heartbreaking fanart (link) (A+ op A+), she was also the excited nerd who wanted to share every interesting oddball thing she found. I just cannot guys, AAAAHHHHHHHH

Please continue with this train of thought. Give me all the Patty headcanons. She’s amazing.

And finally:

[image of book page titled Kevin: The Ghostbusters’ Loyal Receptionist; relevant section: Kevin lives at the Ghostbusters’ headquarters, but that doesn’t mean he’s always on call. He doesn’t work Wednesdays, and he doesn’t answer the phone before 10 a.m. Occasionally, he’ll need to dash out for auditions, improv rehearsal, or saxophone lessons, so please be sure to answer the Ghostbusters’ hotline if Kevin isn’t at his post.]

Oh Kevin. Sweet, sweet Kevin. I don’t know if they all live at headquarters, now that they’re moved into the firehouse, but Kevin definitely does (but does he actually???). He doesn’t work Wednesdays (official hide-and-seek day? or for some other reason?), and he doesn’t answer the phone before 10 a.m (novelization says he doesn’t come in before 10 a.m.). Those saxophone lessons are his uncle’s; he just listens. He’s apparently trying to be an actor which I guess we got from those headshots in the movie (“Which one makes me look more like a doctor?”). I find this hilarious because according to the novelization, Garret the tour-guide also wanted to be an actor. (and now I guess that Kevin/Garret fic on AO3 makes a tiny bit of sense)

Later I’ll post some tips for being a Ghostbuster and more fun character stuff. Cause there is a lot in this book.

To Locronan 14/16

Any French translations will be at the end
you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au
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It’s INVISIBLE ILLNESS AWARENESS WEEK! So here are some facts about mine.

It’s a bit long, but it would mean a lot to me if you read it. I think it’s really important to have an idea of what being sick/disabled can look like. There are so many misconceptions about what the life of a person like me is like, or even that we exist at all, so while this is just one perspective I hope it helps expand your idea of what is possible under those labels. I know I had a very narrow and totally wrong view myself before I got sick. So yeah please read, for me and others you know<3

PS: if this is too long, the 1 piece of advice I would give is just BELIEVE what people tell you, don’t think you can determine whether medical info they give makes sense or if they are faking/over exaggerating. Know you probably can’t tell someone’s medical status just by looking or watching them - people are complicated, symptoms vary, a disease is weird and can effect people in unexpected ways

30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know

1. The illness I live with is: Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS—a genetic connective tissue disease), post concussion syndrome, and several secondary conditions to EDS, including dysautonomia/POTS, cervical instability, and (suspected) mast cell activation syndrome

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: Misdiagnosed with fibro in 2011, the rest came in 2013-14

3. But I had symptoms since: I started having minor joint issues in 2005, but major problems started in 2010-11

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: Oh wow. I had to come up with an entirely different identity and concept for what a good life could look like. I love my life now, and I’m really happy, but it took a while to get there. I used to be an incredibly ambitious person, who was used to performing at a really high level and being busy 24/7. I’ve needed to slow it down & reevaluate what’s really important in life. I think I would have been horrified if you’d told me 10 years ago I would have dropped out of college, but I’m actually totally I’m at peace with where I am. I’ve done a lot of cool things since I’ve been home

5. Most people assume: that my life is tragic …. that one is hard to respond to. They seem so sad when they find out the details, but honestly in a big picture way life is good

6. The hardest part about mornings is: I often feel really sick in the morning because of dysautonomia. So I’ll be faint, nauseous, dizzy … just not at my best!

7. My favorite medical TV show is: Mystery diagnosis! Which I mostly watched while I was still, indeed, a mystery

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: My phone/laptop. Because I’m home a lot they are really my lifeline to the world

9. The hardest part about nights is: Probably needing to sleep in a neck brace, especially now that its giving my jaw issues. But it’s so much better than NOT sleeping in a neck brace is for me at this point, so I’ll take it:p

10. Each day I take: I take 14 prescription and over the counter medications, and about 10 more supplements. Almost all of them are considered minor, safe medications (like 5 are for allergies), but still that number adds up!

11. Regarding alternative treatments I: Wish I had time/money for more of them. Massage, acupuncture, and float therapy have all been helpful for pain management

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: I think invisible is easier in many ways ….although I sometimes blur the edges with all the braces I use

13. Regarding working and career: I’m really lucky to have a fantastic part time job I can do from home. No idea what the future holds in this department … a lot of careers I might have chosen seem tricky bc they are too demanding, or the schooling is. So we’ll see

15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: Sometimes I feel sad about the lost “potential,” and honestly I still don’t like thinking about the kind of things people expected from me when I was younger. I guess I have a small degree of sadness that I’ll never work at a particle accelerator or be a big name in my field or anything, but honestly I might be happier this way:)Definitely less stressed!

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: Be happy! Or even find a life worth living. But I’m actually happier now than I was before I got sick

17. The commercials about my illness: I haven’t seen any yet. I get a couple Facebook ads suggesting I buy electrolyte drinks, but that’s about it

18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: I just miss being able to be busy all day. I have so many things I want to do and love doing, and I have so little time for all of them!

19. It was really hard to have to give up: Ballet and flexibility training. I miss stretching so much

20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is: running my blogs! I’ve found this really fulfilling and I never would have gotten into this if I hadn’t gotten sick. Its really great to be able to help people, and to realize that something that should exist doesn’t, and then make it happen.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: I’d do something spontaneous and enjoy how easy things can be. Go hiking and camping, go on some crazy road trip, do a marathon day of exploring a city, know i can sleep in a car or on a floor and not be too banged up, not need to worry about bringing all the meds and stuff I need, etc

23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is: There isn’t anything that really bothers me - for the most part everyone has been great. The unwanted pity thing is awkward, but doesn’t really get me mad. Honestly, my biggest problem has been getting people to say anything at all! I’ve gotten a lot of “sorry I disappeared, I didn’t know what to say” from people and I don’t want to make it worse!

24. But I love it when people: Notice when I can’t do something that the group is doing, and sit it out with me, or work to include me. Big family events and parties and stuff can be really sad when no one notices I can’t participate! Other than that, just stay in my life, & accept what I tell them as true. Also people who ask respectful questions:)

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: even bad days have 24 hours

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: 1. it is possible to have a good life with chronic illness 2. bad days don’t last forever 3. Your illness is valid, you belong in the chronic illness community, and you aren’t faking it even when you worry you are (almost everyone I know with chronic illness feels this way, I blame society) 4. be sympathetic to yourself - its ok to grieve and be sad about this 5. i believe in you

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: How boring and mundane it is! even big dramatic events are full of so much waiting and mundanity. Filling out paperwork in the ER and waiting for hours, making 7 phone calls to try and track down important test results, the monotony of managing medications, appointments, insurance, etc … idk I used to think that having a scary illness would make life more exciting or something, but it doesn’t feel that way from the inside

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: Oh gosh my family has done SO much for me. My ex really went above and beyond, and I’m forever grateful to her for that. And a major shoutout to all my chronic illness friends who have answered all my medical questions and helped me understand and cope with scary new test results

29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because: there are SO many misconceptions about illness and disability, including the perception that you can tell if someone is sick/disabled by the way they look or act!

30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: happy yay thanks for listening:)

PS - all photos were taken in the last 6 months, so during a time where I was already quite limited and dealing with a variety of chronic illnesses & symptoms. Even though I’ve seen some improvements in the last year, I’m still far to sick to manage school or a full time job and I have whole bunch of health issues I need to balance on a daily basis

anonymous asked:

HOLD THE PHONE I'm new so can u please explain the beef situation with dalton/Dana/the boys and just like other important things, please? Thank you!

Soooo here’s the breakdown. This is going to be a long read so brace yourselves.

Dalton left because of health issues but then he also decided to get back together with his original band, Fly Away Hero, after that. This is why towards the end of Dalton’s time with IM5, he looks like he’s put on more weight than before. He had been in and out of the hospital frequently. Originally, he received full support from the other boys, with their main concern being for his health and well-being. They all tweeted heartfelt messages to him when the announcement was made. But eventually, some shade was thrown out. Whether it was intentionally malicious or not, it happened. It was a throwback post on the band Instagram account that was a picture of the boys performing at one of their shows, but Dalton was cropped out. He then posted the picture on his own account captioned something to the effect of, “i guess i remember this day a little differently…”. And after that I believe the animosity between Dalton and everyone (excluding Will) just continued to escalate. Like Dalton himself confirmed, Will is really the only one who still keeps in contact with him. None of them still follow him on social media other than Will.

Then you have David. He was friends with all five of the original members before he took Dalton’s place. In fact, in an old interview with Eva Amantea (@OnTheSpotEva), she asks the group who they would choose as a sixth member if they were IM6 instead of IM5. In a heartbeat, they all agreed that they would call up David Scarzone. David was with the band for only about 5-6 months before deciding to leave. When the announcement was made, released only via tweet, none of the boys responded other than by retweeting the band account’s version of the announcement. David changed his user almost immediately and the band account’s twitter layout and bio was edited soon thereafter as well. Dalton also tweeted soon after David’s announcement saying, “all the cool kids are doing it ;)”. Not long after that, Gabe and Dana were discovered to have unfollowed David already, before he unfollowed them back. Within that week, Cole, Will and David were seen spending time together while Dana and Gabe hung out separately.

Far before David’s announcement, a little after the “IM5 is under reconstruction” tweet, he and Will went to watch Dalton perform in LA while he was in town. This however, did not sit well with the band. It is implied by some of Dalton’s answers to anons that it was not the management, but rather the other boys, who gave David and Will a hard time for going to support their friend. From here on, the story is my theory but many other 5ers agree with me on this completely. Lots of talk goes around about the band’s management not being the best and how they don’t treat the boys in the right way. But if you think about it, it’s the other band members, not the management, who you would spend the most time with. I believe that David didn’t like the way the boys gave him a hard time for wanting to support a friend, and that he didn’t feel quite a part of the band, even after some months. According to a primary source of mine who shall remain unnamed, at a performance the boys had about a month before David decided to leave (which I myself was at), Dana and David had an argument behind the scenes. This, to me, seems completely possible seeing as the Meet and Greet started much later than was advertised. Ultimately, everything seems to all go back to the beef that the boys have with Dalton, which in my humble opinion, is pretty childish and unnecessary. They hold grudges like stereotypical high school girls.

In the weeks preceding David’s announcement, he had numerous tweet and follow sprees. The 5amily appreciated it a LOT. We soon came to understand that he had done it because he knew that he would be making his announcement soon. After he left, the IM5 shirt including David’s name was taken down, and his portions of the website were taken down as well. In addition, the band started having merch sales in which they were very generous giving away things that had David on them (magnets and postcards). This may have also been prompted in preparation for Will’s announcement.

In regards to Will leaving, going back to the night of Dalton’s performance, a fan had asked him what the reconstruction tweet meant. He told them that he didn’t know, which we now know was a blatant lie. After David announced that he was leaving, everyone assumed that the reconstruction tweet referred to that because he said that he made his decision on 10/20/14, with the tweet being sent out that same day. The Ustream revealed that this was not the case, yielding varied degrees of surprise from 5ers all throughout the fandom. I myself was not terribly surprised because I had a strong gut feeling that the news could not be very good if they announced two days before that they would discuss the reconstruction tweet. Because everyone had assumed the tweet was about David, we didn’t understand why they wanted to talk about it if David has already been absent for about a month now. And the rest is history.

This again, is theory, especially because Will said that he did not have any bad blood with the other boys. But according to another primary source of mine, at last month’s Event Fusion Live performance in LA, Will didn’t seem very happy. It was a very laid back event, and 5ers got a considerable amount of time with the boys, especially because they were all just wandering around. Except for Will, that is. Will didn’t seem in the mood to talk to people too much. He did talk to fans but no conversation was very long. While the other boys were roaming around the venue during soundcheck, Will stayed upstairs. He was also the first to leave. He was obviously upset this day. This again, is speculation, but Will has a very different vibe than Dana, Cole, and Gabe. Those boys are very effortlessly cool, and you have Will in all his adorable awkwardness. In interviews, the boys are known to poke fun at Will. Of course, they mean to do so in a loving and brotherly way, but some believe that deep down, Will never liked it, and eventually he had enough. This is up to you to decide but that’s something that’s been thrown out there.

So yeah I think that’s everything I’ve pieced together about this story. I hope I wasn’t too confusing or anything haha. Don’t get me wrong, all of these boys are wonderful and talented, there’s just some unfortunate drama floating around out there.

I was a part of Queen's Guard in England - One of the rare jobs where you aren't allowed to move, no matter what stands in front of you.

This happened to my brother-in-law two years ago. I am telling the story exactly the way he told me it. He appeared very genuine when telling it, and, you know what, after all that’s happened to me, I have no reason not believe him. And as for you, well, you be the judge.

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I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what? The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

After I finished my third tour, I was awarded by the army. Apparently, surviving fighting Taliban in the mountains is reason enough to be honored. They offered me a spot in Queen’s Guard. I’m not sure how much you know about that, but in England, it’s a pretty big deal. And I hated it. I was permanently stationed at home, and as a reward for my “bravery” I was now standing in front of buildings motionless while annoying Chinese tourists tried to make me laugh. I wanted out, but the honor of the position, combined with my mother’s happiness that the biggest danger I could ever face would be an Asian tourist, I had no choice but to do it. Only if I knew I’d be safer in some cave in Kabul…

So I was stationed to work at the Tower of London few shifts a week. Shifts were usually 2-3 hours long, depending on how many people worked that day. Gotta tell you, that job gets old quickly. Drunk people who try to mess with you along with annoying tourists who think they’re the first ones ever to try to make you laugh, you just want out of your own skin. But it was a job, and it paid, so I shut the fuck up and did it.
Now, this one day, this one day in 2012 started boring as any other day. I had a few French guys trying to mess with me (god they’re the worst, and you can’t do shit unless they threaten you), then I had a group of drunk Russian chicks which wasn’t so bad. The heat was just starting to melt that fucking hat into my skull when a huge group of tourists showed up. Some sort of a guided tour, I assumed. They all did their standard spiel, pictures, “funny” faces, jokes, etc. They all had their cameras out, and they all wore same t-shirts, some Big Ben tour bullshit. All but one. I noticed her standing in the back, just staring at me. She was a good looking woman, probably early forties, really dark long hair and somewhat pale, which made me think she was English. She did seem to be the part of the tour as she stood with all of the others.

After the group finally took enough pictures and realized I wasn’t gonna laugh, they started moving on. Except the pale woman who stayed and kept watching me. Now, I’ve seen my fair share of people doing all kinds of stupid stuff to get a reaction out of me, but this was a new one. Not only that, this lady was committed. Two hours and hundreds of tourists later, she still stood in the very same spot, just staring at me. The day got pretty hot and there was no way she was comfortable, but I shit you not, she was calmer than I was. She wasn’t smiling which was strange because I assumed she was trying to make me react. About thirty minutes later, when the crowd around me slowly died out, she took a slow step towards me. Then another one. “Here we go, joke incoming” I thought as she took her sweet time walking up closer.

She stopped about two feet away from me. She was looking straight into my eyes. Tilted her head to the left, then to the right, which I assumed was her attempt at making me laugh. Then I realized this woman wasn’t here to joke around. Still standing at two feet away, she started leaning towards me. There was something just so fucked up about her mannerisms that made me extremely uneasy. She never lost an eye contact with me. She kept leaning towards me while her feet never moved. Her face stopped just short of touching mine and her position seemed unnatural at that point. Her head started slowly shaking, like when you get out of the pool or a shower and are freezing, you know?

And then, then she scared the fucking shit out of me. I had people screaming in my face, I even had a moron trying to fight me, but what she did was by far the worst. She opened her mouth as if she were about to let the loudest scream at me, but nothing came out. Nothing. She just stood there, leaned at an unnatural angle, inches from my face, letting a fucking silent scream or whatever that was out of her wide open mouth. And the speed of her shaking increased. Now, I’m not gonna lie, even though it was really hot that day, I started feeling cold and goosebumps ran under my uniform. I finally got myself together and started marching away from her – we are allowed to do a 10-step march occasionally.

When I got to the end of one way, I stopped and closed my eyes. I just wanted her to be gone when I turned around. As I made a 180 degree turn, I instantly froze. She was right in front of me; leaned all the way to my face, mouth open even wider, head now shaking uncontrollably. I was so taken aback, I was unable to react. Noise, screaming, and other stuff I can deal with, but this silent creepy fucking behavior was honestly intimidating me.

“Make way for the Queens Guard!” I yelled. We are allowed to say that when someone is in our way. She didn’t react, but she did lean farther to about an inch from my face.

“MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN’S GUARD” I yelled even louder, hoping my voice wouldn’t break.

She had absolutely zero regard for my orders. Unwilling to deal with the bullshit any longer, I stepped back and pointed my bayonet at her. That was our last resort for annoying tourists.
She immediately closed her mouth and leaned back into a normal human position. I wasn’t going to wait for her to do whatever she was about to do, so I started marching around her. When I got back to my post, I turned around and stood still. I couldn’t see her in the corner of my eye which gave me a huge relief. “Jesus, this fucking job” I thought to myself “I’m gonna have to look into…”

“10, 9, 8” someone whispered in my right ear. It must be her. She was behind me.

“10, 9, 8” whispers came from my left side. Goosebumps were at an all-time erect now. Hilarious, isn’t it? Combat vet, killed more people than he’d ever want to admit, is now scared to hell of some batshit tourist lady.
“10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she sped up her whispering. Then walked in front of me. “10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she was now whispering incredibly fast. Actually, whispering doesn’t describe it properly. It was like yelling, but in a whisper tone, if that makes any sense. It was surreal. She leaned towards my face again, whispering those fucking numbers franticly.

I was about to break my orders. I couldn’t take it anymore. There was something fucked up about this woman, and I couldn’t deal with it.
“Ma’m,” I spoke in a voice of the biggest scared pussy, “Ma’m will you please step…”

And then, a huge group of loud tourist ran up to us. The crazy woman leaned back, still looking at me. She whispered “10, 9, 8” one more time while never losing an eye contact. Then she walked away, as slowly as she moved around me. It was so strange watching her slowly disappear into the crowd. All that was left was a strange feeling of something unnatural. That, and a group of life-saving Asian tourists. Never thought I’d be so happy to see a Nikon-snapping Chinese guy.

After my shift was done, I went into our base and told the story to a couple of guys. They all had some experience with creepy people, but never on this level. When our shift commander came, guys jokingly told him how I was “abused” on duty. He wanted some laughs, so he asked for the full story. But when I started telling what happened, he quickly lost his smile.

“Stop, stop,” he said. “Did you talk to her?”

“Sir?” I asked intrigued.

“Son, did you or did you not speak to this woman?”

I wasn’t gonna lose my weekly pay over breaking that stupid no-talking rule, so I lied. “Of course not, sir.”

He seemed to calm down. “Good. And if she ever comes back, never talk back, understood? And that goes for all of you.”

Joking atmosphere quickly died out in the break room. I was puzzled, but I was even more tired, so I decided to go home and sleep instead of worrying about crazy fucking tourists.

Next few shifts went by as boring as they were supposed to be. Woman was nowhere to be seen, and since my girlfriend was about to visit me all the way from Netherlands, I forgot about the incident.

Tuesday night around 3am, I was awoken by loud banging at the door. For some strange reason, the first thought that crossed my mind was that fucked up woman from a week ago.
“Babe, would you mind peeping through the hole to see who it is?” I lazily mumbled as I gently pushed my girlfriend. She was dead asleep; I swear nothing could wake her up. Semi-conscious, I stumbled through the hallway and to the door. “Who is it?” I muttered while peeking through the hole, but it was too dark outside. That sobered me up. “Who is it?” I asked again, but the only answer I got was louder banging.

“Fuck it” I thought as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

There are about million things I’d rather see standing in front of me at that moment. And there was only one person I did not expect to be at the door.

My girlfriend.

I was supposed to pick her up tonight.
I nearly lost all control of my legs. Thousand things raced through my mind which was having trouble comprehending what in the fuck was happening.

“Thanks for picking me up at the Heathrow, asshole,” my girlfriend said as she slammed the carryon on my chest. I was still speechless.
“So, I travel all the way from Amsterdam to see you, and you forget? Really?”

I wasn’t hearing it. I knew I was half asleep when I got up, but there WAS someone in my bed. I wasn’t dreaming for fuck’s sake.
“Stay here” I mumbled as I handed her the bag back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just stay here.”

Not knowing where I got the courage to walk to the bedroom, I slowly made my way.
I know what you’re thinking – in movies and books, guy walks into the room and boom, its empty, right? I fucking wish.

I walked into my room and it was completely dark. But I could hear breathing. Heavy breathing. My pulse was so high I was sure I was gonna pass out, but I flipped the switch.
“7, 6, 5, 7, 6, 5” whispers came from the corner of the room where she stood. That same fucking woman. She stood almost glued to the corner of the room, her back to the wall. She was looking straight at me. And though I was sure I lost the power of speech, I managed to squeeze out a “What the fuck”.

“7, 6, 5” she said as she took the first slow step towards me. Her mouth was always wide open, as if she were letting out that damn soundless scream. Every step she’d make, she’d close her mouth enough to say “7, 6, 5”.

I couldn’t move. Nothing in this world existed besides this woman slowly walking towards me. What a creepy and unsettling feeling. Like, I wasn’t physically afraid of her, right? I could take her down – and was ready to. But this kind of fear was something foreign to me. Seemed like I was afraid for my, shit, I don’t know, soul? You know what I mean? I knew she couldn’t hurt me physically, but I was stills scared. Not to mention I fucking somehow slept in the same bed with this whatever the fuck she is.
She came incredibly close to me. The familiar lean. An inch from my face. My breathing was so irregular and loud, it was the only noise in the room.

“7, 6, 5.”

Suddenly, something about this had a strangely familiar feeling.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” scream came from behind me.

My girlfriend.

I snapped into reality, turned around and grabbed my girl. “Run!” I yelled as we escaped the room. We ran to the kitchen where I grabbed one of those “As seen on TV” steel-cutting knives. My girlfriend was just silently weeping at my side, unable to even ask questions.
I could hear footsteps. First, I saw her shadow, then I saw her calmly walking through the hallway. Her mouth was now so unnaturally wide open, and she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the ceiling as she slowly made her way to the door. Her head was shaking very fast. It was abso-fucking-lutely surreal, I’m telling you. I mean, just imagine, this woman, who creeped you out a week ago, is now walking through your place at 3 in the morning, staring at the ceiling with mouth impossibly wide open. Not to mention you slept next to her for who knows how long.

When she finally walked out, I ran to the door and slammed it. Girlfriend was still unable to speak. When we got ourselves together, I was afraid she’d think I cheated on her with this woman, but she didn’t. She saw that horror walk through out hallway and she knew something was wrong.

I was terrified, but I didn’t let it show. The scariest part of everything was that I had a job that required me to stand still and not react to my surroundings. I told my girlfriend about my experience with this fucked up woman, but I didn’t mention her “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5” whispers. I didn’t want to scare her any further.

Because , what could those whispers be if not a countdown?

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Written by reddit user inaaace

Continuation of the account can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/27vz69/i_was_a_part_of_queens_guard_in_england_one_of/

BrittanaCon Prompt Project - 18b

AUTHOR: EVERANDOM

PROMPT: Brittany left to go on tour with [pick a singer] 2 months after they were married & is finally back home. Santana shows her how much she’s missed her.

PROMPTED BY: fbedit19

RATED: M - for sexual content

***This story includes mature themes that are NSFW and not intended for underage audience. Please use common sense and discretion when opening to read.***

TITLE: Nights Without You

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Part One

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Bangtan's Photographer

Being a fan of Bangtan Sonyeondan was an understatement. No matter how tight on money I was, I always had to buy the latest BTS merchandise. It got so severe that, I ran out of money all together and the little bit I had left, I scraped together and bought the cheapest flight to South Korea, because if I was going to be homeless I might as well do it in a place where I had a chance of at least encountering Bangtan. With no prevail I found myself stooped up against the BigHit building, trying to get money. Instead of the normal sign you’d find with someone looking for money mine read; “Will work/photograph for Bangtan”.

“Excuse me Mr. Bang PD, there’s a girl outside claiming to be homeless, requesting people to donate Bangtan to her and she’s saying she will work/photograph Bangtan, what should I do?”

“Bring her here, let me see who she is.”

Some lady that I presumed to be a secretary by the way she dressed brought inside and I was left in a waiting room.

“Excuse me sir, the girl is here” the secretary said.

“Yes bring her in” Bang PD answered.

The lady escorted me into a big office and I sat down in an overly large chair across from Bang PD.

“So I hear you want Bangtan, or at least want to work for them, why’s that?”

“Because they’re Bangtan sonyeondamn sir, everything about them is perfect” I said very bluntly.

“I lost all my money buying all their merchandise, this is my only option.”

“Well I heard something about photographing them, why that of all things?”

“Well before I became homeless for selling my soul to BigHit I went to an art school for a degree in photography. I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hmm really now, is there anyway I can validate this story?”

“Actually yes” I said while I pulled my diploma out of no where and set my portfolio I conveniently had with me on the table.

“Here’s my diploma and this is my portfolio, have a look if you’d like.”

Bang PD proceeded to sit in silence for the next 20 minutes and looked through my portfolio extensively. He then picked up the phone to his left and maked a phone call. All I could make out were some mumbles and a “meet me in 10”.

“Okay I think that’s enough, please follow me.” He replied coldly.

I proceeded to follow him down a long hallway until we reach the elevator. We rode the elevator up 5 floors in utter silence. The elevator doors opened and he continued to walk away. I caught up to him just as he was opening up the door to a room.

“Since you claim to be so good, why not give it a try. Let me see how good you actually are, how well you work with Bangtan.”

I walked farther into the room and my jaw almost hit the floor. Standing in the center of the room was Bangtan themselves. I had to physically stop myself from slapping myself in the face to make sure that this wasn’t a dream. The first one to approach me is Namjoon.

“Um, not to be rude but who are you? We got a sudden call to come here but we didn’t have anything scheduled today.”

“I um, I’m guess I’m going to be your photographer today.” I barely whispered.

Yoongi proceeded to join in on the conversation with a camera in hand.

“I guess that makes sense to why I was told to bring the camera, but why don’t you have one with you if you’re a photographer?”

I scratched my head trying to avoid this awkward situation.

“Hahaha funny story, I wasn’t planning on taking any pictures today, it’s an impromptu job application. I sorta applied to be your photographer in a manner of speaking and I guess Bang PD wanted to see what I could do in person.”

Jimin walked up and wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

“Hah well this sounds rather interesting, why don’t we get started then.”

“Oh yeah right, I only have an hour after all.”

“Well actually you have about fifty minutes now because you decided to chat away.” A young boy that I presumed to be jungkook said sitting off in the corner.

“Jungkook, stop that. Just because you had to stop watching your Big Bang did does not mean she deserves your sassiness” Jin scoulded, shaking his finger at him.

“Hey now, let’s just all get along and help her out. Can’t you see how nervous she is.” Hoseok said smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah let’s go! You can do it!” Taehyung screamed, jumping up and down, as if he was a personal cheerleader for a complete stranger.

After the ice was broken, Bangtan helped me set up the studio lighting and helped me find all kinds of props. It took about twenty minutes to do so, but things seemed to be coming along.

“Okay guys, I only have thirty minutes left, I might come off as a little instense for the next few minutes but I need to show Bang PD what I can really do.”

Flash after flash and pose after pose, pictures were being taken left and right.

“Jimin stop touching Jungkook and move to Jin’s left side.”

“Yoongi stop sleeping, I need your eyes open for a couple more minutes.”

“I know you’re trying to be helpful Namjoon, but will you please stop touching the studio lights, we’re on the last light bulb now.”

“Hoseok, I know this is going to be tough but can you stop smiling so much? You’re smile is appearing brighter than the lights are.”

“Only a couple more minutes Taehyung, you can do it! Come on look at the camera and not the shiny reflector.”

“Jin as appealing as your collarbones are, will you please cover them up already. Skin is defiantly not needed for these photos right now.”

“Come on Jungkook, can’t you smile or something? I know you’re the golden maknae and all, but can’t you at your age for a little bit..or would you like me to move Jimin next to you again?”

“Haha that’s what I thought, and look at how nice your smile is too.”

“Okay boys on the count of three smile”

“1”
“2”
“3”

The sound of the shutter goes off and at the same time the door was slammed opened.

“Times up, put the photos onto the computer and let me see what you got.”

I walked over to the computer and put the SD card into it. Bangtan and Bang PD were hovering around me, waiting to see the pictures. I could hear Hoseok and Taehyung silently chanting “You got this” in the background as Jin was trying to hush them. When the pictures finally opened, Bang PD took the mouse and started clicking through the pictures. You could hear the silent “oohs” and “ahs” from the boys but Bang PD stayed utterly quiet. Two hundred and seventy six pictures later, Bang PD turned and looked at me.

“After I left how long did it take you to start shooting Bangtan?”

“It took me thirty minutes sir.”

Namjoon spoke up saying; “We introduced ourselves to her first sir.”

“Yeah, we helped her set up the light too.” Jimin jumped in saying.

“Ooh don’t forget we helped her find all the props too.” Jungkook almost shouted, too eager
to help defend how long it took.

“Plus she had to show us where we all had to go.” Yoongi stood up.

“And she had to settle us all down,” Jin stated.

“We weren’t exactly ready to be photographed so she had to help get us ready.” Hoseok said trying to help out.

“We weren’t exactly the easiest to work with but she still managed to get us to work together and shoot two hundred and seventy six pictures with only thirty minutes to spare.” Taehyung yelled trying to stand tall.

“Two hundred and seventy six pictures in thirty minutes huh” Bang PD said while scratching his chin.

“How do you think these pictures turned out then boys, would you be okay with the public seeing them or a photobook being made from them?”

As if it was rehearsed Bangtan all shouted “yes” in unison.

“Is that so.” Bang PD said staring at me blankly.

The room grew silent as we all watched the face of Bang PD. There was no signs of clues on his face. He was an emotionless man at this very moment and it felt like my life was on the line.

Finally he took a deep breath and looked at all of us.

“I guess I need you to come with me, so I can have you sign some papers so we can legally own and release the photos you took today. I will also have my team write up a contract for you and we can go over that in the next couple of days. Seeing that you came here with literally nothing, you can stay within the Bangtan dorm tonight while we arrange a new place for you to stay. Boys why don’t you head back to the dorm now and tidy up while we talk over some legal business.”

The boys were smiling ear to ear and didn’t even try to put up a fight about cleaning. They all said their goodbyes and just like that I was left alone with Bang PD.


“You should know I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but you had some nerve to sit outside bighit basically begging for a job. I would have normally just called the police on you, but who in their right mind goes around saying they would photograph someone. I had you brought in just so I could see how crazy you were and let me honestly tell you, you seemed like you were. Who makes themselves homeless by buying merchandise but proceeds to carry around their college diploma and have their portfolio on them? I gave you the chance because your portfolio wasn’t half bad and I found it amusing to see how confident you were in your own work even though you were living on the street. I was utterly shocked to find out you could set up your own lighting and get the boys to behave that well in such a short time. Usually it takes two to three hours before shooting can actually start. On that fact alone I would have hired you but seeing how well your photos were in such a time crunch, I have no regret in letting you into the building.”

I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing, not only did I just get to spend the past hour with the band I absolutely adore, doing what I love, I was actually getting a job to do this every day. I went from being an excessive fan girl, to homeless girl, to being Bangtan’s photographer in a blink of an eye.

After finishing the paperwork with Bang PD he showed me to the dorm where the boys were waiting. The had completely cleaned the dorm from top to finish. Everything seemed to be sparkling. As soon as I walked into the door I was greeted with a congratulations from all the boys. Even though I had only met the a few hours earlier, they were all excited to have me as part of the team.

I felt bad for intruding in on their space, so I cooked them dinner for a “thank you for letting me stay” and a “I’m sorry for making you have to clean”.

By the time the food was done cooking the maknae line had completely gotten over the fact that they had to do manual labor. Jin and Hoseok were a big help showing me where everything was and helped chop up the ingredients. We all sat down and ate dinner together and once we were done Namjoon and Yoongi offered to do the dishes since they knew there was no way in getting the kids to do anymore work today.

Bangtan decided that we should all watch a movie together before everyone called it a night to celebrate me getting the job. After several minutes of arguing between horror movies; which Hoseok pleaded with his life for us not to watch, and comedy movies, that Taehyung had already seen twenty times, we all decided to watch an action movie. Before the movie was even over, almost all of Bangtan had fallen asleep out in the living room where I was suppose to be staying. With a sigh, I got up from my seat on the ground and went in search for blankets to cover everyone up.

I walked down a hallway and found a linen closet full of blankets. I pulled eight blankets down and tried to close the door with my full hands. When I finally managed and proceed to turn around to walk to the living room, there was a Taehyung standing right in front of me. With a small little yelp and a small jump, Taehyung had managed to sneak up on me and scare me.

“Haha sorry, didn’t mean to scare you I just wanted to see where you went off to.”

“Oh um it’s alright, I thought everyone had fallen asleep, so I went in search of blankets to cover everyone up.”

“Awe isn’t that sweet of you” Taehyung chuckled. “Here let me take some of those.”

I handed some blankets to Tae and we went back to the living room. After successfully covering up the rest of the boys, Taehyung and I sat down against the wall adjacent to the TV. He decided that he wasn’t tired yet and put in that comedy movie he wanted to watch again. We sat there in silence except for our occasional laughter for a long while. Eventually Taehyung turned towards me and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m really glad you got the job, you seem like a really nice person. You’re really easy to get along with and I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

Just like that, he turned back to the TV and started laughing at his favorite part. Before I knew it we both had fallen asleep. The next morning I woke up with Taehyung sleeping on my shoulder and the rest of Bangtan sleeping all around me. It felt like the most amazing dream of my life. To be able to be this close to them, to be able to spend time with them, and to actually be able to work with them. Just a few days ago I would have never thought something like this would even be possible, but now sitting here in Bangtan’s living room, I feel like anything could happen. I guess it is good to dream after all.

—–A/N——————-

So this scenario was brought up because Admin N and I were talking about how BigHit is stealing all our money with all this new merchandise they’re releasing. It started off as a joke but I took it way out of proportion. Either way let me know what you think of it will you?

-Admin K