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Missed Connection

Stiles/Derek, 1.5K words, Rated G, AU, Meet Cute

I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it. 


Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”

Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”

“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”

“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.

By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey. Happy Halloween.”

“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.

“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”

Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”

“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.

“No problem.”

They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.

Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”

“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.

“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”

Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”

The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”

The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”

“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”

“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”

“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”

“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”

The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”

Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.

“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.

“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”

The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”

“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”

“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”

Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”

The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”

Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”

“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”

Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.


Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”

“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.

Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”

“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.

“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”

Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”

“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”

Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”

Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”

“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”

Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”

“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”


Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.

Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.

Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.

(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)

That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.

I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.

Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.

Ah. Next year, then.

No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.

I’ll have to ask you for advice.

So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?

I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”

That bar on the corner at 8?

Dude, I will be there with bells on.

And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?

Very funny.


Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.

Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.

After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.

Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.

“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”

The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.

“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.

“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.

“Stiles. Very nice to meet you again.”

hollywoodreporter.com
Harrison Ford Helps Driver Whose Car Veered Off Road
The actor and the drivers of other vehicles were stopped after a car went down an embankment in Santa Paula, California on Sunday.

The actor and the drivers of other vehicles were stopped after a car went down an embankment in Santa Paula, California on Sunday.

Harrison Ford came to the aid of a driver whose car veered off of State Route 126 or the Santa Paula Freeway in Santa Paula, California, a rep for the Santa Paula fire department confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter.

After the accident unfolded at about 12:10 p.m. local time, Ford, who, according to the SPFD rep had been at the airport earlier in the day and was getting on the freeway, was among the many drivers who were stopped for the vehicle that had run into some trees and fencing at Santa Maria Street, which parallels the freeway.

Ford helped the driver of the vehicle, which had been going east on the freeway. The driver was transported to Santa Paula hospital with minor injuries, the SPFD rep says.

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…

General public: TAYLOR SWIFT IS A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING SHE IS LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF SATAN

Taylor Swift:

• invites fans to her house for an album preview listening party where they’re served food and drinks, get five minutes alone with her for private conversation (on top of hanging out all night), and get photos taken

• send fans massive boxes full of personally handpicked gifts for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, or just for no reason at all

• regularly supports NYC schools with supplies

• shows up to surprise fans at their weddings/bridal showers

• holds 16 hour meet & greet and doesn’t sit down the entire time “because the fans didn’t get to, so why should I”

• randomly invites a fan from Tumblr to her New York apartment to bake cookies and chill with her cats

* gives someone $90 for dinner after finding out they’re about to go for birthday dinner with their friend

* Donates money to Mariska Hargitay’s “Joyful Heart” foundation after winning her sexual assault case

* surprises WWII veteran Cyrus Porter, 96, at his home in New Madrid, Missouri, with a performance inside of his home for him and his family

* provides a fan with expert medical care & resources for a second opinion after learning doctors warn she may miscarry - all expenses paid

* donates $5,000 on a GoFundMe page to help raise money for fan Katie Beth Carter, who died in an Alabama car crash over the Labor Day weekend.

* makes donation to Los Angeles’ Cedars-Sinai Medical Center on behalf of her godson Leo Thames upon his birth

• donates $1 million to Louisiana flood relief

• regularly visits hospitals and children’s wards to play and sing for the kids

• personally invites 13 year old fan Jorja Hopes backstage upon learning that the girl’s biggest dream is to see her live before she loses her hearing due to an inner-ear condition

• donates 25,000 books to inner city NYC schools through the Taylor Swift Education Center

• organizes worldwide online dance party for four year old terminally ill girl Jalene Salinas, who is dying from cancer but keeps her spirits up because of “Shake It Off”

• pulls her ‘1989’ album from the Apple streaming service after learning that the company would not pay writers & producers during the free three-moth trial

• donates $15,000 to firefighter Aaron Van Riper after learning that he rescued his wife and young son from a nearly fatal car crash

• donates $50,000 to her dancer’s baby nephew Ayden’s GoFundMe page to help pay for the 13-month-old’s cancer treatment

• comes online daily to talk to and interact with fans on social media and created an app in her own name to make that interaction easier

• donates $250,000 to singer Ke$ha to help cover legal costs in her sexual assault court case

• sees fans for free backstage both before and after each show - that’s approximately 200 fans a night - and spends a good five minutes with each person. Autographs and professional photos included free of charge

• regularly stops her car if she spots fans walking down the street wearing her shirts, just to chat

• buys fans pizza when they wait outside to catch a glimpse of her at tv shows

• wrote “Ronan” about a four year old boy with cancer whose mother’s blog she happened to stumble upon late one night, and donated all proceeds to charity while also listing the mother as co-writer, giving her legal rights to royalties

• regularly supported 32 separate organizations in 2014 alone and was that year’s most charitable celebrity

* and on, and on, and on, and on

But yeah; truly a terrible person, that Taylor Swift.

you wanna run that by me again
Final Fantasy XV
you wanna run that by me again

Prompto: Hey Noct. Why don’t we sleep there? 

Noctis: They got something special?  (・о・)

Prompto: Ahhhh, a safe place to spend the night? The daemons will be coming out any minute!  (゚´Д`゚)゚

Noctis: As long as we keep moving, we’ll be fine.  (´ー`)

Prompto: AAaaAAwWWwww but how can you be sure?  (´;Д;`)

Gladio: What? The monsters got you scared?  (≖ᴗ≖๑)

Prompto: Nahh. Monsters don’t scare me. I ride with one every day.  (๑ ́ᄇ`๑)

Gladio: You wanna run that by me again?  (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

Stop stealing my assigned parking space.

I wasn’t sure if this was petty revenge or malicious compliance but put it here as seemed better. A little long I think. But good I hope.

I used to work at a large car dealer and everyone was given assigned parking. The women usually got the first few rows as the lot could be a little dark and scary during the winter so consequently the guys got the rows up against the fence further away. No big deal.

Any my spot ended up being way down in the back corner and that was fine with me.

Every now and then I would show up and there was a car in my spot. The problem being that the used car salesmen were trying to hide a car they had prospects over the weekend and didn’t want it sold out from under them until they could show up on their next shift. If they worked Sunday they usually had Monday off. Salesmen being salesmen they would steal a sale from their brother to make a buck but that’s another issue.

So they would hide cars in employee parking and then the person who’s spot they stole would have to find another spot usually at the last minute and sometimes they would be a dick and just take someone else’s assigned spot. But that’s not the issue.

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In My Feelings

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Originally posted by superdistress


Request: Billy smut based on In My Feelings by Lana Del Rey

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 3,227

Warnings: Smut, language, smoking?, choking 

Authors Note: I dunno if this really fits the lyrics for this song but i just got this vibe and idk my mind ran with it. Hope you guys like it, let me know! I also haven’t edited this cause I wanted to get it out so Im sorry if there are any mistakes! 💕

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billys behaviour/views on the show and do in no way intend to romanticise his racism & abuse.

Listen To: In My Feelings by Lana Del Rey

Tagged For:  @yoinkpeter - @total-fucktrash 

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reputation + songs // part II

My name is Stiles Stilinski and i used to be a spy.

When you’re burned, you’ve got nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You’re stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you. You do whatever work comes your way, you rely on anyone who’s still talking to you. Bottom line, until you figure out who burned you, you’re not going anywhere.

***

C4 is meant to be used, not stored.

When Stiles’s ex-handler tells him to stay put and lay low, she doesn’t mean “go out, get into a brawl with a drug cartel and blow up their warehouse”, but field work is always chaotic and people are often forced to improvise. On the bright side, it’s a big win for police and the people of Miami, because with $20 mil in lost product and chain arrests of everyone involved, the safest place for the gang is prison. On the other hand, huge plum of smoke and fire is bound to attract attention.

***

Flirtation is always a tactical option.

Detectives Hale and Parrish catch the Robin Hood a day after he dumps a local crime lord on their steps, gagged and bound with a obscenely pink bow slapped on his forehead. It’s a sheer dumb luck really- the man trips and literally falls into Derek Hale’s hands, planting his face right into the detective’s pecks after tripping on a wire. Detective Hale is an exemplary officer and in perfect physical condition, so the prep’s face is cushioned and doesn’t take any damage. It does however hit something in his head, because the prep - Stiles Stilinski- spends all interrogation shamelessly flirting with Derek. Derek is unimpressed and stoic as ever, and Parrish envies his poker face because - well, because pink tips of Derek’s ears betray that Stiles’s flirting tactics is actually hitting the target.

***

There are people you can trust.

Stiles Stilinski is whisked away by his lawyer-ex-handler Lydia Martin after she shoves a top-secret directive from DOD into Hale and Parrish’s faces and proposes an under-the-radar cooperation agreement between the spy and the law enforcement agency. Or, as Derek calls it, a pile of crap.

A pile of crap proves to be a surprisingly effective arrangement. While police are bound by law and regulations, Stiles is not bound by anything, including common sense. He goes undercover, bullshits his way out of any situation, beats up and maims should the occasion arise, and slowly but surely crawls into Derek’s heart.

Jordan isn’t blind and wishes Derek would act upon it, because Stilinski’s behavior screams that feeling is mutual, but Jordan also knows Derek’s history of horrific breakups, and falling in love with a disgraced ex-CIA who likes to dodge bullets and blow shit up might not be a good idea. So, Parrish keeps his mouth shut.

***

Don’t argue with destiny, it will kick your ass.

Parrish knows Derek is taken even when there are no cries for help or signs of struggle in Derek’s apartment. It’s 7 hours before a category 5 hurricane hits Miami, and Derek is nowhere to be found. The captain is worried too, but with all personnel deployed to assist in mandatory evacuations, there isn’t much the precinct can do except for waiting out the storm and hoping their detective is still alive when it’s over.

Parrish knows Derek won’t last that long, Argents are anything but merciful.

The thing is- he doesn’t have to fight them alone. And there is nothing more dangerous than a pissed off CIA.

Two hours before the landfall, Parrish is chasing down Derek’s cell signal when a car stops at the precinct’s door and dumps Derek on the steps. Derek is battered and bruised but otherwise fine, so Jordan grabs him, stuffs him into the car and hits the gas.

They are half-way to the safe zone when Derek finally speaks up.

“You, um… you do have his number, right?”

Jordan turns to his partner who suddenly looks very young, fiddling with his seat belt.

“Yeah, why?”

“I owe him a dinner.”

Parrish lets out a sigh of relief, thanks the heavens and looks back at the road.

low temperatures - steve h.

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

warnings: being really really cold 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

summary: per your mother’s wishes, Jonathan was supposed to drive you home from school. Without your mother’s knowledge, he’s been forgetting to do so pretty often lately. Today, instead of walking home, you decided freezing to death is easier. Steve Harrington decides otherwise. 

word count: 1132

a/n: I originally ended to make this a multiple part thing but then I got a better series idea and just yasss. also this is the first stranger things fit I’ve ever done so please please please go easy on me 


You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth, watching as your breath clouded in the cold. Your ride was late. Actually, correction; your ride had forgotten they even were your ride. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him for it.

You and Jonathan weren’t exactly friends to begin with. It wasn’t that you hated each other it was just… acquaintances suited the two of you best. If it wasn’t for your mother always trying to push you two together, you questioned the fact that you two would even talk to each other at all. Not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in this mess right now, either. Regardless of how many times you objected this to your mother and insisted that he’d rather be with someone like Nancy, her and Ms. Byers both insisted that Jonathan driving you to school in the winter was simply the best decision, even though you had your own car. Ms. Byers called it being “safe,” while you mother hoped it would “spark something.”

Yet here you were, resorting to sitting on the sidewalk of the Hawkins High School parking lot defeatedly. To say that you were only a little upset over your current situation was an understatement. Maybe it was the cold, or the fact that this was the third time this has happened this week, but you were on the verge of tears. Instead of doing what you did the last two times and walking home, you figured if you sat here longer enough either one of two things would happen. A.) You’d freeze to death, or B.) Someone would realize you were gone and come get you.

But before another numbing thought could slip into your mind, a car pulled up near where you were sat as the driver slowly rolled the window down.

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What to do in case you get kidnapped
  • Think rationally! 

Try to stand balanced and in control, breath calmly, and try not to panic. This will make it easier to think.

Resisting may be dangerous if your kidnapper(s) has a gun. You never know if they are willing to shoot or not, so is it worth the risk? You may want to be cooperative in a situation like this. TIPS: where in the world do you live? Many places in the world kidnap people for ransom, so they will have a motivation to keep you alive. A good sign of this is if they seem calm and coordinated instead of aggressive and worried/clumsy.

However, try to make noise so others around you will hear you, because you will not have the chance if you get placed in a car or a house. Do NOT fight them if they have a gun/knife, just run if you have the chance. A bullet will most likely not kill you if you get hit. And remember to not run in a straight or predictable line.

Luckily there are times when the potential for escape in the first few minutes is high. 

If you decide that your chance of escape is high, you need to fight. I suggest looking up videos or attending self defence classes. A few good places to attack someone is their nose (take the palm of your hand and hit him/her up the nose, this will push their nose up their head), or balls if your kidnapper is a man.

I do NOT verbally insult your attacker, in any situation what so ever, not when you’re being attacked or held hostage. Screaming ‘’fire’’ instead of ‘’rape’’ is thought to help, because people always come to see a fire.

  • Observe everything! 

Are there any identifying feauters of your attacker? How many are they? Can you identify their age group, gender, race and phycial condition? Are they aggressive or calculated? Where were you kidnapped, and where are they taking you (try to make a route in your head if you are unsure). Count every left/right turn that is taken. 

Beaware of your self as well, can you move freely and are you injured? Try to remember time patters and routines if they sucsessfully kidnapped you. 

  • What to do if you have been placed in a car. 

Use this time to get yourself untied if you are restrained. 

You may be able to kick in the back seat of the car if you have been placed in the boot, this is because some cars has backseats with a thin panel behind it. You will then be able to climb into the cabin of the car. I would suggest that you do this when the vehicle is parked and even better if your abductor(s) have left the car. Try to drive away if the keys are in the ignition, or exit as fast as you can. Use the keys or another sharp object to smash the window if the doors are locked. Remember not to run in a straight line, and run the way you came if you know. 

Other (esp. older models) makes it possible for you to open the boot so that you can fall down on the ground. Do this when the car has stopped or slowed down.

You may also want to puncture the petrol tank if you have access to it.

  • Do the obvious things.

Do you have a phone on you? Call the police. I suggest that you do this as fast as possible, do not wait. Because they might search you and take your phone. Of course you need to do this when your kidnapper(s) aren’t watching, if you’re still with them.

  • What if they successfully kidnapped you? 

Talk to them, make them see you as a human, ask for small favours (remember to be tactical and not annoying! These favours should be small, easy and far between). For example, if they are a Christian you may want to ask them for a bible, as this will likely make them relate to you more.

Talking to your kidnapper will also make you understand the situation better. Are they mentally unstable, do they have you for ransom?

  • Avoid being in the middle of the rescuing!

You’re lucky, you’re being rescued. But you’re not out of the woods yet. This is the second most dangerous part of being abducted! Your kidnapper may want to try to keep you as a human shield or you may even be hurt or killed by police or other rescuers. Lay down on the floor with your hands visible, preferably so they are protecting your head. You may also want to hide somewhere. Do not make any sudden moves when you’re being rescued, and do as the police says!

BTS: His reaction to you trying to leave him ( mafia au)

Part 2/2

You run away from them


Suga- You could hear the sound of leaves crunching under your foot as you ran away from the cabin that yoongi rented out for you on your anniversary. Your heart beat was so loud if felt like it was pounding in your ears, you were scared, yoongi can find you at any moment and you were determine to not let that happen. You had snuck away in the dead of the night while he was sleeping, it had been an eventful day full of fake smiles and laughter and love but as soon as the lights went out you put you plan in motion. You knew escaping him wouldn’t be easy but its better to try while he’s a asleep then never. Stopping for a break would put a set back in time, by now yoongi would have sent his men to go and look for you but you had to stop and catch your breath. You must of sat for less then a minute before you heard the sound of foot steps approaching. They were too close for you to run so the best thing to do it hide. You held you hand over your mouth as you tried to steady you breathing. “ kitten I know your out here” you heard his taunting voice get closer. You had hidden in a falling tree, the thought of him catching you now sent shivers on your spine. “Come on kitten do you really want to see your suga turn sour? Hmm?” Yoongi began to sound annoyed, you had ran away from him and ruined his sleep, you knew that if he caught you your actions wouldn’t go unpunished. “ Fine, you want to play games, then let play. How about we switch it up kitten, lets quit this game of hide and seek.” The foot steps stopped and when you looked up he stood right infront of you. Yoongi gripped your shirt collar and pulled you up slightly choking you before pushing you down to the ground. He stood over you like you were his prey and you were. A sly smirk grew on his face as he crouched down to your level, he pulled you by the back of you neck so you were now face to face. “ How about… we play a game of cat and mouse, you like that game right (Y/N)? I’ll give you a head start. 1..2..3.. I would start running if I were you kitten because if I catch you before you make it home I’ll double your punishment.”

Originally posted by suga-mummy

Jin- For the past week you have been planning your escape from him, and you’ve been very carful at doing so, or so you thought. The day had came faster than what you expected but it was perfect jin left town for a business trip last night and you were alone for the remainder of the weekend. You loaded the car with your luggage and began the journey of a long drive ahead. You knew Jin had a tracker on the car so you would drive the car to a remote town and then catch a bus some where Jin could never find you, your plan seemed perfect. However jin had notice the little bit of clothes missing, he notice the distance in behavior, even when you thought he didn’t he did. The phone began to ring and you press the answer button on the steering wheel to answer. “ Oppa hi, is something the matter? How’s your business trip” You tried to play the anxiousness in your voice off “ Everything is fine babygirl I’ve noticed that you’ve taken the car for a little drive, where yah heading?” You calmed your voice before speaking “ The mall, I wanted to surprise you with a gift when you return” Jin can hear the false happiness in your voice. “Well you are full of surprises aren’t you doll” Jin’s change of voice had you slightly on edge, you let out a soft chuckle “ What do you mean Oppa?” Jin’s voice grew angry and he scoffs “ What do I mean? Doll do you honestly think I was going to fall for that bullshit the fell from your mouth? Turn the car around. “ “W-what?” “Turn the car around doll and I promise the punishment won’t be as harsh. Do you think I didn’t know you were trying to leave me, after all I’ve done for you?!” You began to get even more anxious and paranoid until suddenly you notice the cars behind you following. “Whats wrong doll? Got nothing to say? If you don’t turn the car around ill do something to. Make you stop”. Suddenly a black car swerved in front of you and hit its breaks causing you to collide with the side of the vehicle. You felt the blood run down your face and pain on the lower part of your body. The car door suddenly open and there stood Jin a perfectly clear black suit, he pulled and picked you up out of the car before caring you back to the his, you vision fading. “Don’t worry doll you’re not hurt as bad as you think, and don’t think because your injured you get out of your punishment.” You saw the sinister look in him eyes as he placed you in the car and placed a kiss on you head, and soon everything went black.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

v-  You had thought he wouldn’t have notice you gone with all the people in the room and his security lowing their guard. Now would have been a better time then any to just walk right out the front door. So that’s what you did, but you couldn’t just walk out of the front door and leave forever you had to make it seem like you were here, that you never left. “Tae” you spoke softly, he looked up at you and a smile spread across his face as he stood up. “ What’s wrong love?” You shook your head indicating that nothing was wrong before speaking up “ I’m just a little tired I think I’ll head up to the bedroom to get some rest.” Tae nodded his head slowly before giving you a skeptical look. “Okay, go gets some rest I’ll be there when the party clears out”. You quickly pecked his cheek before walking towards the stairs, you could feel his eyes on you and you made the mistake of looking back at him. There was a tenseness there, he face sat still before he gave you a small smirk, you returned a soft smile as you saw him turn back to the men at the table. You quickly ran up the steps and dressed out of your expensive close before throwing on something more comfortable and warm, if you were going to run away from him, you’d have to dress the part. You made a beeline to the emergency exit located in hallway outside you room and ran outside. You could see the gate that separated you from the outside world, and the terror that stayed behind those house walls just feet away from you. You felt your heartbeat pick up, you where finally going to be free, you can finally escape this place. “Sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” Your heard tae’s voice speak from behind you, before you felt his hands wrap around you waist pulling you into his body. He lets out a soft chuckle “ When you said that you where tired I thought that it was code for something else. I guess you lied, if you have this much energy to run away from me, then maybe we can put that energy into doing something else.” He pulled you back to the house, you can feel the heat coming off his body, he was annoyed you can feel it, you might even say he’s pissed. “ I’ll make sure to exhaust that energy, and then you’ll see how ‘tired you can really get.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook- ‘maybe I should  slip in his food or drink to knock him out?’ The thought crossed your mind as you prepared dinner for both you and Jungkook, you wanted to make this night special for jungkook because tonight would be the last dinner he’ll have with you. You began setting the table and fixing the food onto the plates, you were just about to call jungkook and ask him where he was, but the front door opened as he strolled in. A smile streached across his face at the smell of cooked steak hitting his nose, he made his way over to where you sat and planted a kiss on the top of your head before sitting down himself. “So… what’s the special accession? Did I miss something, anniversary, birthday, baby are you pregnant?!” The last one caught you off guard as you choked on your food from surprise, “What? No.. I just.. I just, I knew you were working hard so I decided to help you relax a little and cook you a meal.” You gave him a small smile and he returned it with a goofy grin on his face. “Well, I work hard for you baby. To keep you safe you know, it’s all about keep you and my fortune safe” You just nodded you head in agree, you guys continued small talk from there before jungkook decided to change the topic to something else. “I noticed that you brought one plane ticket out of the country? Is that another way to help my relax?” He let out a soft chuckle before continuing “ you know baby you’re a plane ticket short? I would like if you tag alone with me, maybe we can relax together? Get away from the stress and dangers of the mafia for a little.” A small gasp left you lips before you covered it up with a drink of water. How did he know you brought a ticket out of the country, you payed with cash, so there won’t be a trace, you knew he had eyes everywhere but you never knew just how close he was watching you, it made you nervous about what else he knew. Jungkook must of seen the shook look on your face because his smile suddenly fell and his eyes closed in to slits “unless you where planning on leaving… which would be impossible because baby even when I’m not around you I’m around you, and I know what you do at all times.” Your face gave it all away you stood up quickly to try and make a break for the door, it’s better to try then to sit her and be trapped right? But jungkook had other plans, as soon as you made the move to stand up he was already grabbing you by your arm, and pulled you into his side. “ you know baby, you really stupid for trying to leave, you think I wouldn’t have known that you were up to something. You need to understand that you are mine, and I keep a close eye on what belongs to me.” “Jungkook I-” “ Save it. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to get a word out, let alone walk” He started to pull you towards the step and up to your shared room. “ You wanna go on a trip? Okay, I’ll take you on a trip, one were you’ll be begging me to let you cum baby.”

Originally posted by nochuie

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 10/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Sexual themes, descriptions of breaking bones, blood, soft-gore.

A/N: 2 parts left are you reddie (bare in mind both boys are 17 lmao)

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Both Richie and Eddie drove for what seemed like hours, both of their hands intertwined as they drove along the snow road- miles away from Derry, safe and sound. Both windows were down to let the cold breeze flow through and prick at their goosebumps. A small smile lingered upon Eddie’s small lips as he stared out at the small dots of snow lacing through the iced air.

Richie had one hand settled on the smooth leather of the wheel, the other next to him with his pinky finger intertwined with Eddie’s own pinky finger. Richie’s gaze striking at the road before him; his anxiety flaring due to how slippery the road was due to black ice.

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The Virgin and The Sex God Chapter Two- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Two
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,100
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.



Originally posted by trisgrimes


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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You groaned as you dragged yourself into your motel room.  The night had been long and hellish.  Not like you had thought it would be.  You thought that you and Dean would sit around trading stories about hunts and chugging beer.  Never ever, would you have thought that he would try to get into your pants.  He hadn’t shown any interest in you at all over the last three years. You blushed as you remembered the last words that he had asked you on the way.

“Do you like me enough?”

You had made a high pitched noise in your throat as your only response.  Dean had outright laughed at you that time.  Like a full on belly laugh. He had to to stop the car in order to get it out.  That was when you had concluded that he was indeed teasing you.

You grunted as your hands went up to rub your temples.  You were starting to get a headache just thinking of that man.  What in the world had gotten into him?  You couldn’t say it was the booze.  He hadn’t really had much to drink by Dean standards.  Maybe you could chalk it up to him trying to get revenge on you for scaring off his piece of tail for the night.  Then there was the other conclusion that you could draw.  Dean was actually attracted to you.

A flash of very unfamiliar emotions flashed through you.  Suddenly it hit you- just how much you liked  Dean.  As in, you wanted to keep him around as your friend.  If anything happened between the two of you then shit would just get weird and complicated.  You didn’t do complicated.  Complicated would only make life harder than it already was.

You glanced at the red numbers on the digital clock side table.  It read eleven and you groaned.  It was still really early- you could never fall asleep before two.  You contemplated watching T.V., but you knew that their would be nothing that would keep your attention.  Too many questions were playing over and over again in your head.

The shuffling sound from next door caught your attention and that was when you remembered something important. Dean was your neighbor.   Not only was he  your neighbor but he had a door that was connected to your room.  You hadn’t thought anything of it when you checked in, but now you wanted your money back.  Plus, you were pretty sure the lock for the door was on his side.  

You let out a very dramatic screech as the thoughts of him just beyond the door made your skin heat up.  You wouldn’t go there.  You couldn’t go there.  This wasn’t going to happen.  You weren’t going to lose your virginity to the sex god and heart breaker called Dean Winchester.  You knew it was just sex, but it was more.  Losing someone else wasn’t something you could handle.

You had lost your dad to hunting and your mother to how you choose to live your life.  She had given you the opportunity to get out, but you had chosen to go back.   Shaking the memories away, you decided to strip out of your grimy clothes.  A hot shower was the best bet at this point.  That always helped you wind down for the night.  Once you were down to just your birthday suit, you padded your way over to the restroom. 

Stepping into the tub, you allowed the hot water to take away the stress of the evening.  Reaching out, you grabbed your shampoo and poured into your palm worked up a good lather.  Once you felt that it was a good enough scrub, you tilted your head back so you didn’t get shampoo in your eyes from the running water.  As your eyes drifted to the ceiling, you let out a scream that would make a banshee jealous.  

A big, hairy, and black nightmare was crawling above your head.  You absolutely hated spiders and this son of bitch had to be the one that crawled straight out of hell.  Losing your footing, you slipped backwards and fell against the cold title.

Gripping the the slick wall in desperation, you stood frozen.   You screamed again as the spider began to crawl towards you.  The bathroom door bursting open caught your attention.  This time you let out a scream for another reason.  Dean stood in the doorway looking flabbergasted.   

His gaze wasn’t on your face.  Realization hit and your arms went up to cover your breast and you  crossed your thighs.  You could only pray that he didn’t get a good show.  Your brain went haywire for a moment when you watched as his eyes roamed over your body.

 The way his jaw clenched made you feel that pesky tingle between your thigh again.  The original reason for your screaming suddenly made itself present.  The eight legged beast was now right beside your head.  Your hands shot up and you pointed wildly at the your living nightmare.  

“Kill it!  KILL IT!!” You cried as you animatedly pointed to the spider.  

Dean’s eyes were now officially glued to your bouncing chest.  His mind had gone completely to the gutter. The images that were running through his head were enough to make his cock twitch to life.  He couldn’t help but imagine you bouncing on top of him.

 Your lips parted as you alternated between little moans and high pitched wails of his name as he started to pound into you.  His hips snapping upwards as he hit you in the sweet spot.  Your slickness flooding to cover his cock as you came hard.  He reached up to grab your hips to hold you in place while he stretched and filled you to your limit.

Back in reality, you had stopped bouncing and calling for him to kill the spider.  Instead you were now screaming at full volume as you perched precariously on the tub edge.  You had decided that the look on Dean’s face wasn’t worth leaving the tub  and the damn spider had now climbed to the bottom.  You were trapped between your two biggest fear-spiders and intimacy.  You were hoping that the shower spray would scare away the damn spider, but the fucker kept crawling.

It finally reached the other side of the tub and began to crawl upwards.  As you watched on in horror, you decided that Dean was the less scary option and scrambled backwards.  A squeak of helplessness escaped your lips when your foot slipped and you fell backwards.  You quickly closed your eyes as you awaited the impact.  The impact that you got wasn’t what you were expecting.  Your back fell into a soft warm embrace as two strong arms gripped you.  Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself looking into a sea of green.

Dean smiled down at you and shook his head.  You really were too cute for your own good. Scooping your legs from their place on the tub, he picked you up bridal style in order to carry you to the bed.  You were yelling for him to put you down as your legs kicked.  What in the world was even happening?

Dean gently laid you across the bed and stared down at you.  He couldn’t help but drink you in as you lied there.  Your breath was coming in short spurts and he could see the flush washing over you body.  He bit down hard on his lip as a moan threatened to escaped his lips.  You were looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Even though you knew you were completely exposed to him- you couldn’t bring yourself to cover yourself.  Instead, your eyes glued to Dean’s jeans.  The outline of his harden cock was pressing against the zipper.  Your eyes widen when it twitched violently under your stare.  Embarrassment ran through you as squealed.  Turning over, you grabbed a pillow to cover your head.  You didn’t even think to about the gift you had just given Dean.  

Dean eyes darken when you gave him a good view of your pretty little pussy.  He groaned loudly when noticed the sheen that leaked out from your inner lips.  Not being able to take it anymore, he was moving towards you.  He bent over you as his hand ghosted over the shape of your hips.

“Fuck Y/N.  You’re fucking perfect.” He groaned as his hands slipped over the mound of your behind.  You instantly shuttered under the touch, but pressed yourself closer to the bed.  You weren’t ready for this.  You would never be ready for this.  

“Dean stop.”  You mumbled into the mattress, but the squealing was soon replacing words.  One of Dean’s long fingers had reached out and gently pressed to your clit.  The pleasure that ran through you from that simple touch made you quake.  You really were a virgin to everything sexual.  You had never even touched yourself.  

Dean’s finger began to trace circles on your hardening bud and you hissed through your teeth.  Was this what you had been missing?  Well slap your ass and call you Sally.

You groaned as the pressure from his finger increased and a wave of fresh pleasure flooded you. Biting your lip, you let out a little moan of his name and Dean nearly lost it.  He just wanted to toss his clothes to the side and pound into you.  For your sake and somewhat for his amusement, he was going to drag this out.  Teasing  you was the most fun he in a long while.  So pushing back his thoughts and readjusting him, he pulled away from you and gave your ass a smack.  You rolled over to glare at him and he smirked down at you.  

“What the hell, Dean?!” You roared as you rubbed your sore butt cheek.   Dean simply gave you a lopsided smile before turning to go back to his room. 

“When you touch yourself make sure you think of me.”  He said with a devilish wink.  A sounding laughing echoing through your room as you let out a scream of pure hatred into your pillow.  




The loud blaring of the alarm on your phone woke you up with a start.  Groaning, you reached over and slapped it.  The sound was grating on your nerves.  Once you had your number one enemy was under control, your thoughts drifted back to yours dreams.  Dirty dreams about one Mr. Dean Winchester.  

You groaned when you realized that Dean was starting to get under your skin.  You had been with him for the last two days because some local hunters had asked for help on another case close to the same area.  Since that nigh at the bar,you hadn’t been able to sleep without dreaming about him.  Not one dream was alike other than they all involved some sort of sexual contact.  

Groaning as you reached up to groggily wipe your hair out of your face.  Your stomach protested at being empty and you decided to see if Dean was awake.  You climbed out of bed and scurried over to the adjoining door and gave it a knock.

“Dean?  Are you up?”  You called out as knocked.  The sound of footsteps from the other side of the door gave you the answered.  

The door opened slowly and your heart jumped in your throat.  Dean stood in all his glory in front of you.  He was clad only in his boxer briefs and his messy hair.  He gave you a groggy smile before yawning. 

“Mornin.”  He said sleepily.  His hand reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

You tried to swallowed but your mouth was completely dry.  Dean gave you another lopsided smile and you blushed.  When the hell did he get so cute?  You bit your lip before asking him if he wanted to get breakfast.  You cursed yourself when your voice broken a little as he  nodded.  He looked almost angelic half-asleep.

He mumbled something about a shower and turned around.  He left the door open and allowed for you to get the whole view.  His well defined back muscles made you almost shiver as they flex from movement.  Finally, as your eyes roamed his body, you came across a gift from God, Dean Winchester’s ass.  

The groan that escaped your lips was beyond your control, but the low chuckle out of his made you stop short.  You watched as he turned back towards you and gave you a wink. Slowly his fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers before he slide them down his muscular thighs.  Your eyes widen in shock as you turned away from him.  A dark chuckle came from behind you before his footsteps indicated that he was walking away.  You glowered as a thought struck you.

The little shit was teasing you again!  A smirk grew on your face as a singular thought ran through your mind.  This meant war.


AN:  So I really need to get some sleep.  LOL  So please forgive the grammar in this one.  I will go over it better tomorrow. I hope you’re enjoying this series as much as I am!  Please note that I am taking the next few days off from writing.  I will be back Monday.

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loverboy || s.s.

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian gets a little cheeky on the ride to a movie premiere. 

Warnings: smut {18+}

Word Count: 799 [blurb]

A/N: this is a really short one but like i just dream about this tbh


“Sebastian,” you warn as your boyfriends warm hand slips under your dress, moving towards your panties. He doesn’t say anything, he just smirks as he inches his fingers closer to your core until he slips his fingers against the line of your panties. 

Sebastian,” you say once more, a little more threateningly, but it doesn’t seem to be bothered, his smirk growing impossibly large. His fingers dance on your clothed core making you gasp quietly when he brushes over your clit. 

Your hand grips his wrist as you shoot him a glare, but he just looks at you innocently as if his hand isn’t under your dress, “oh c’mon sweetheart,” he cooes, bringing his lips right under your ear, “there’s no harm in having a little fun,” he growls before nipping at your ear lobe. 

You want to give in, so badly, but you snap to your senses quickly, “this isn’t exactly the most appropriate place,” you whisper-yell, eyeing the limousine driver ahead of you. Sebastian just rolls his eyes as if it’s nothing before turning his head to the front and asking for the partition to be raised. 

The driver did as Sebastian asked, the dark glass ascending quickly before the gap between you and driver was concealed, “problem solved,” Sebastian beamed before his hand started hiking your dress up, “he’ll hear us,” you said, although unconvincingly, already melting into his touch. 

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet,” he chuckles darkly before his lips are on yours in a hungry, lust filled kiss. You know hoe risky this is, especially right before a movie premiere but you can’t help yourself. His lips work against yours as his fingers deftly move under the waist band of your panties. 

You moan, Sebastian catching it with his lips and muffling it as his fingers glide through your slick folds, “oh,” you moan, throwing your head back against the leather seat as Sebastian starts kissing down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. 

“Shh, baby girl,” Sebastian mumbled against your hot skin, “don’t want to caught, do we?” He smirks and you groan, his fingers teasing your clit with slow, messy figure eights. Your fingers tangle in his neat locks, tugging at them as he continues to tease you. 

Sebastian,” you whine, “we don’t have much time,” you nearly whimper as you feel his index finger tease your entrance. He chuckles, the vibrations of it rumble against your chest, “time isn’t an issue, honey,” he smirks cockily, lips hovering over yours. 

“Then do something,” you challenge before he raises an eyebrow, removing his fingers altogether from your core making you whimper and grab for him. In one swift movement you’re lying on the vast leather seat, with Sebastian in between your legs, hiking your dress over your hips. 

He places a light kiss over your clothed core, sending shivers throughout your body, “you’re so pretty baby,” he whispers, hooking his fingers under your panties and pulling them down to your ankles before settling back in front of your aching core, “Seb,” you groan, tugging at his hair. 

His tongue licks a stripe through your folds making you let out a particularly loud moan. His tongue doesn’t abandon your core as his let hand travels up your body and up your mouth, letting you bite on it to keep your moans at bay. 

It’s not long until two of his fingers slowly enter you, pumping at a delicious pace, curling inside of you as his tongue works on your clit. Your squirming under him, trying to hold back your orgasm as long as you can, but Sebastian can sense it. 

He removes his mouth from you, his fingers continuing their pace, “cum for me, darling,” he whispers, removing his hand from your mouth, attaching his lips to yours as you climax, your moans being swallowed by his mouth. 

Your head is spinning and your eyes are still closed as you feel Sebastian remove fingers, grabbing some tissues to clean both him and yourself up. You allow him to pull your panties up, smoothing your dress down before you open your eyes to see him staring lovingly at you. 

“I love you,” he says, giggling before kissing your cheek, “I love you too,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoists you up over his lap, “see, told you it’d be fun,” he grins as you playfully roll your eyes, “yeah but let’s see how the media’ll react to your sex hair,” you giggle as Sebastian blushes, mumbling something incoherent as he tries to smooth his hair. 

The car stops just as Sebastian somewhat tames his hair and you finish touching up your lipstick, “well,” you smirk, “let’s get going, loverboy,” before you both emerge from the limousine. 

Start Over.

(a quick story on what happened after Dark walked away from the mirror…)


“Damien! Damien, it’s time to come out now! This game isn’t going on anymore!”
The Colonel had been wandering aimlessly through the whole manor twice now, this time peeking underneath chairs and around doors. The excitement of this little game of hide and seek was still buzzing inside him, even after three hours, and he was looking forward to finding his friends, seeing their faces of mocked disappointment and then laughter. Just like their school days. He was starting to appreciate Mark’s little get together. Strange how quiet the house seemed now though. Oh so quiet. Except for a light ringing in his ears that seemed to follow him. “Come on! Where are you hiding?”
“I’m here, William.” said a familiar voice.
The Colonel spun around fast to the voice and saw Damien standing in the doorway, loosely holding his cane in his hand. A smile instantly rose under William’s moustache, but it faded slightly as he observed Damien more carefully. Something was off. He looked untidy, which was unnatural for Damien; his usual flatly press shirt was now unbuttoned and open at the collar, and his pristine white bowtie was missing. His hair was no longer slipped back but dangling loosely over the side of his face, nearly covering his eye. And… was that eyeliner? A bruised black eye? Either way it brought out that rather intimidating stare he was giving him.
William laughed and clapped his hands as he slowly approached him. “Damien! Very well done. You really got me! For a while there I actually thought you were dead!” As he got to Damien, he reached out and held his arm, just to confirm he was really there. “My goodness, you look awful! Did a dog attack you or something?”
Damien glanced down at William’s hand. He knew by the straining ligaments in the his hand and the sharp creases of his blazer sleeve between William’s fingers that it was a tight and desperate grip… but he couldn’t feel it. One side of his mind reasoned that, well, obviously we wouldn’t be able to feel anything, being a corpse now. The other side of his mind just wanted to cry. Damien rested his cold hand on William’s and sighed. “… I had a small accident, yes.” He told him, stiffly tilting his neck to one side for a second.
The Colonel chuckled, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I found you!” Scanning Damien’s body, he saw the cane and was reminded. “-Oh, also, you left these behind.” He pulled out of his pockets Damien’s black Mayor badge and his white bowtie, and passed them to Damien. “Wouldn’t want to go back to the office without them, would ya?” he chuckled again, his voice breaking, almost making his laughing seem like sobbing. “Now, where is Celine?” He let go of his friend and began to wander out of the room again, stumbling over his feet like a toddler. “Celine! Darling, where are you hiding?”
As William turned a corner, Damien stepped out of the doorway ahead of him. For a moment, the Colonel wondered how he got there so quick. “Celine is gone, Colonel.” Damien assured him. This was a lie. She was, in some ways, standing right in front of him.
William frowned a little in confusion. “…Gone? She left already? I didn’t see her go.” There was pause for thought. Damien’s mind was racing. Tell him the truth. No, that will make him madder than he already is. But it’s cruel, he’s our friend. He still thinks I’m Damien, I think that’s enough to keep him satisfied for now. But what about me?
Just as Damien was about to answer, William started to laugh. “She probably ran away! Yes. Couldn’t stand the failure of me finding her. She was never that good at hide and seek, even when we were young. You remember, our old games of hide and seek?”
Damien nodded. His mind gave a sigh, one of relief, one of frustration.
“Ah. Good times.” The Colonel began to pass Damien until he was stopped by Damien’s cane. In the distance was the sound of approaching police sirens.
Damien looked at him sternly. “Listen, Colonel. We have to go now.”
“Why? Go where?”
“Away from this house.” He began to head to a nearby door. “The police will be coming soon.”
William followed him, still perplexed. “Why? What’s happened?”
“Mark is dead.”
William stopped instantly. Damien hung back and cautiously watched as fear casted over William’s face. He stuttered, “… But he isn’t. I… I didn’t kill him. It was a joke, right?”
“Yes, it was a joke.” Damien insisted as he returned to William’s side and hooked his arm through his. He tugged William with him as he strode towards the door and said, “More sinister than a joke. It was a set up. Mark was angry at you and Celine so he set you up so you would get arrested.”
Letting Damien pull him towards the door, William pressed, “But he’s not dead. They can’t arrest me, I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Yes, you didn’t. But that doesn’t matter to the police. They don’t care if the suspect is the real criminal or falsely accused; they just want to capture a bad guy, put him away, and get a promotion for it.” They reached the door, where Damien swung the Colonel in front of him so he could look him in the eye and tell him firmly, “Never trust the police, Colonel. Never.”
William nodded lightly, a little scared at how cold his friend’s gaze has gotten. “…Ok, I won’t in future.”
“Come on, then.” Damien open the door and walked outside.
William paused as he remembered. “Wait… what about Bully? They’re still in there.”
“They don’t matter now.” Damien called back as he continued to walk away and up the path that lead up to the mountain side. “Nothing does.”
William spotted that Damien left his cane leaning against the wall next to the door. Why would he leave it? He picked it up and ran after Damien, just as the police sirens stopped and car doors started to open and close.


The police wouldn’t have been able to stop them if they had saw them. Within the blink of an eye, Damien and William would have jumped an extra mile ahead of where they would have previously been seen. But still the hike was slow for them. Damien’s mind rushed with regrets of picking a body with a broken leg as well as a broken neck. Best to just teleport to places in future.
Suddenly William jumped to his side and put the cane back in Damien’s hand. “You seem to be hobbling there, old boy. Use your cane, for goodness sakes. You need it now more than ever before!” William chuckled.
Damien didn’t smile. He let the cane fall from his fingers. “It’s not mine anymore.” He walked on.
William picked the cane back up and tried to catch up to him. “But you’re the Mayor. This is yours. It was given to you by-”
“Not anymore!” Damien yelled, staring at William with the look of a snarling wolf. On seeing William retreat with a startled gaze, Damien looked away and sighed, trying to calm down. Rolling his shoulders, he growled, “Mark is the Mayor now.”
“How? Why?”
“Because he got away and… is pretending to be me.” He took my body. He took my life with it, actually. He felt his fists clenching up and his shell cracking. “I bet it was him who called the police on you. They believe him now, not me…” He sighed and looked to the ground. “I can’t be Damien anymore.” He looked back at William, who was shuffling his way closer, still holding tight to the cane. “And you can’t be Colonel William Warford anymore.”
William blinked in shock. “What? Why?”
“Because the police are looking for a Colonel William Warford! They’re probably on a man hunt for you. You’ll have to change your name so they don’t find you.”
His face fell to a pout fit for a guilty puppy’s face. “But…. I like ‘William’.”
Damien sighed and thought for a second. Let him have it. His nickname, at least. “… Will… You can have Will.”
His smile miraculously grew back as he cheered, “Yay! Will Warford.”
“Wilford.”
“Huh?”
Something that hadn’t appeared on Damien’s face for a small while showed up; a smile. It didn’t seem to suit him anymore. But he still smiled, because Wilford was smiling right back at him. “Wilford sounds better don’t you think?”
Wilford beamed. “… Yes. It sounds cleaner, authoritarian, powerful.”
“Suits you more than William, if I might say.” Damien said and they continued their trek down the mountain. They were coming close to a town. They would stay there for a while, just until they had thought out how they would get their lives back.
“What about you?” Wilford asked just to break the silence. “What’s your name gonna be now?”
Damien shrugged, “I don’t know.” After a small pause he admitted, “I wish I was still Damien.” His hands were in his pockets for the majority of the journey, the left hand was busy running the black silk of the Mayor badge he once wore through his fingers, the right hand was gripping the bowtie. His skin seemed to turn grey as anger built up inside him. “I wish this never happened. I wish it never had to be this way. I wish I had power enough to turn back time and stop all this happening to us… Or at least, I wish I had the power to go back and kill Mark myself when I had the chance.”
“Wow!” Wilford yelled suddenly, breaking Damien’s concentrated rage. He giggled nervously and said, “You got a little dark there, all of a sudden. Are you alright, Damien?”
Damien stopped walking. … That would be ironic wouldn’t it. It rhymes with the back-stabbing son of a bitch’s name anyway. Wouldn’t it make our justice a little sweeter?
He looked up with his new abnormally creepy smile. “… Dark.”
“Huh?”
Dark looked back to Wilford and told him, “Call me Dark from now on. Dark and Wilford. A nice fresh start for all of us.” He swung his arm around Wilford’s shoulders and rested it there as they both walked together.  
“Yeah. Dark and Wilford!… Wilford… War… Wilford War.” Wilford shook his head. “Doesn’t sound nice with just War on the end.”
“We’ll find something for you.” Dark assured.
Wilford looked around him, then at the cane he held. He gasped and held out the cane as he declared, “Wilford War-stick!”
Dark scowled at him. “…No.”
Wilford sighed disappointedly and looked around again. “Wilford War… branch!”
“No. That’s even worse.” Dark took his arm off Wilford’s shoulders and walked on ahead.
“Wilford Warburton?… War-butt-on! Haha!”
“Stop it.”


“Wilford Wardrobe!” Wilford announced, his voice muffled from the inside of the hotel cupboard.
Dark opened the cupboard door and scowled at Wilford who looked at him with an expression that was trying hard to contain a laugh. “It’s not funny anymore.” Dark groaned, hanging his blazer up on a wire hanger.
Wilford observed Dark’s sullen face and frowned. “You found it funny before? Even since we found each other after the chaos back at the manor, I haven’t heard you laugh, not even mockingly. It’s like you’ve suddenly changed, Damien.”
Dark’s lip twitched and he growled, “… I have changed. For a start, I’m not Damien anymore!!”
Wilford flinched. He had not seen Damien- sorry, Dark, in this way. It was usually him who would snap at Dark, and Dark would retreat or just give up having the argument with him. Now… Wilford felt scared to anger him. Not because he was scared of getting hurt. But because he was scared Dark was going to get sick of him and leave him.
Dark saw the fear in Wilford’s eyes through his rose-tinted glasses. That was uncalled for. Let him say it. He’s known ‘Damien’ for years, it’ll take a while to adjust. “… Sorry.” Dark mumbled. “I’m sorry Will. I… I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.” Wilford said as he began to climb out of the cupboard. “Mark has obviously made you angry. He’s made me a little peeved too. Trying to play dead on me so that blasted bastard detective would put me away. Ha!” He walked into the bathroom and continued calling to Dark, “To be honest, the detective is the only person I wish this whole ‘playing dead’ thing wasn’t a joke! Haha!”
Dark didn’t answer. Both sides of him saddened.
“I think I should change my appearance.” Wilford abruptly called out from the bathroom.
Dark blinked. “Sorry?”
Wilford took off his glasses and looked into the mirror. He brushed his moustache with the tips of his fingers. “Well, if I change my name, I should change how I look too! Like you did! You’ve changed from Damien to Dark, and also changed from a well-suited Mayor to a bummed-out businessman! Haha!”
“…Yes.” Dark said. He had moved to the waste bin and turned out his pockets. He took out his bowtie and stared at it. He wondered… He walked to the bathroom. “Here.” he said, placing his bowtie on the side of the sink. “I don’t need this anymore.”
Wilford stared at the bowtie for a while. He smiled. It reminded him of Damien. He held it up to his collar. Nice, but it need to be a bit more colourful. The sound of wood snapping came from the other room and Wilford peeked out to see Dark had snapped his cane in half. He put the broken pieces in the waste bin along with the Mayor badge. Wilford huffed and laughed, “You really are taking this disguise thing seriously!”


Wilford had been gone for a while; he said he had an idea and needed to go to the launderette. Dark sat in the room alone. Well, as alone as a body with two souls could be. There was a deep conversation going on inside his mind.
He’s not going to continue acting like ‘Mayor Damien’. Yeah, he’s got a new identity he can use, so he’s probably going to find another life to live. He could be anywhere. Not so, there’s still a chance we can find him. He’s in your body anyway, I’m sure you’d be able to sense him whenever he’s near. …Maybe. It’s still going to be difficult, like finding a needle in a hay stack. But remember, this is a very shiny needle. If he’s still as pompous and arrogant, and still pursuing show business, he’ll be shouting where he is to the sky and back. …Possibly. You need to be more positive about this. …How can I be positive while a head-up-his-own-ass fucker is walking around in my body while we’re both stuck in this broken, numb carcass and have to be tied to the trigger-happy madman our friend has become?! Damien! … I’m sorry, Celine. It’s just… it’s not fair. Hey, think about the soul this body belongs to, trapped in that horrible mansion. Do you think they’re having a fairer time than us? …No. I can’t believe you made me do that, to throw them out, our friend that you helped get a job, the friend that trusted us. If you’re so mad about it, then why did you come along for this ride?
“Ha ha ha HA!” The door to the room was kicked open. Wilford tip-toed into the room holding his coat over his body to hide from Dark like a curtain.
“What did you do?”
Wilford dropped the coat and stood tall with his arms out wide. “Ta-da!” He didn’t look much different; only four things had changed. One, he wasn’t wearing his glasses, two, his suspender had faded from red to pink, and three, on his collar of his mustard shirt he wore a bowtie as equally pink as the suspenders. But the fourth change really caught Dark’s eye. His once thick brown moustache was now trimmed to a curly perfection and coloured a beautiful rosy pink. With a proud smile and a flourishing bow, he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Wilford Warfstache!”
As soon as the coat dropped Dark had been staring at Wilford with wide eyes and mouth agape. Wilford held his pose waiting for a response eagerly; he spent a good few hours trying to wash out his suspenders with his new bowtie, while also trying to find the right Kool Aid drink-mix power that would give a similar rosy shade to his moustache. After a moment of utter silence, Dark smiled a genuine smile and said, “… It’s incredible!”
Wilford released himself from his pose and picked up his coat to hang it up. “Do you think the pink will stand out a bit too much?”
Dark nodded, “Absolutely. It’s pompous and wild and unorthodox. Suits you down to the ground.”
Wilford smiled at Dark as he headed into the bathroom. “Thank you!” He went to mirror to admire his handy work, never losing his wide and childish smile. He sighed, “Goodness, if only Celine was here to see this. What will she think?”
“… She’d be proud of you, Will.”
Wilford peeked around the door to Dark, who was walking over to him. “You think so?”
Dark was still smiling, but there was something in his expression. Uncertainty? Or was it pride? Either way he looked at Wilford in the same way a parent looks at their child accomplishing their dreams. “I know so.” Dark answered.
For some reason that sentence hit him hard in the chest. Almost as if Celine was right in front of him, which made him feel ecstatic. He walked up to Dark and surprised him with a tight hug. “Thanks, Dark.” Dark patted his back carefully, he didn’t want his shell to shatter just yet. Wilford finally pulled away from Dark and made his way to his room for bed; it had been a heavy past few days, but he didn’t really mind. All his friends were alive, Dark was going to stick with him for a while, and he got to express himself, finally, after so many years of intense mental and physical battles.
Damien? Yeah? Moments like that are why I came along for the ride.