this came to mind as soon as i saw the preview

History of YOI fandom

As a YOI fandom grandparent, I felt it was my duty to write out all the fandom explosions for the newer fans who weren’t there to witness the big bang and gradual week-by-week creation of this universe. All the arguments, people blowing things out of proportion, blaming characters, death theories, awesome fans clearing up miscommunications, YOI breaking the internet… 

This isn’t a post to call out specific people on their arguments and theories - I’ll stay respectfully away from restarting flames and picking fights, thankyouverymuch. Rather, this is an overview of the topics and conflicting views that swept across hundreds and thousands of people and prompted strong reactions. I’m doing this now, because I know that 6 months later, 1 year later, 3 years later, etc. there will be new fans who will have many of the same exact arguments. We’ve been there and done that. I see fans now who say things without knowing where the spelling/quote comes from, or who don’t realize how much has changed, or don’t know why there are certain perceptions of characters. So here’s a little bit of passing down history.

I also don’t want to forget the crazy ride this was. Laugh with me at the silly theories; smile with me at how deeply YOI has impacted our lives.
For those of us old-timers, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Remember when…

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(Large arguments will be italicized or bold. Special thanks to @sachiro for reminding me of a bunch of stuff I missed, and looking over the draft in its various stages of being written and edited.)

Pre-series

  • Idea that there would be a love triangle (Yuri P.–Yuri K.–Victor)
  • Some fans started spelling Yuri Katsuki with two “u” in order to tell them apart.
  • Victuri ship name created for Victor x Yuri K. (in a comment to the PV)
  • The title
    • “lol ‘Yuri’ on Ice? Where are all the lesbians?”
    • “When it said Yuri on Ice, I thought we would get girls. Y’know what I mean?”
    • “Yuri on Ice? More like Yaoi on Ice! amiright?”
    • etc.
  • J.J. misspelling (English spelling “Jean Jack” instead of French Canadian “Jean-Jacques”)
    • you can see the remnants of this in the audience banners during the episodes, but it was corrected to “Jean-Jacques” on the official website and the in-show text
  • Phichit x Seung-gil ship created (there was more art for this than for Victor x Yuuri)

Episode 1

  • Victor vs. Viktor spelling arguments 
    • Although “Victor” is the official spelling and seen in-show, people argued that the creators are wrong and that we fans know better than them about Russian culture - thus the “Viktor” spelling was born.
    • People argued back that spelling is subjective and you can spell a name multiple ways and still be correct - thus transliterating his Russian name into English as “Victor” would be just as acceptable.
    • The YOI wiki held fast for a time on using official spellings and information from the official website, but the transition of power led to a new team that started using agreed-upon info rather than solely using official info. “Viktor” replaced “Victor” on the website.
      • this change from “Victor” to “Viktor” on the wiki happened around episode 2~3, but the arguments were in the page comments since episode 1 – with moderators explaining their reasoning with sticking to official sources.
  • Victor is a flirtatious over-the-top character who will seduce Yuuri
  • Victor is the overwhelming seme and Yuuri is the shy whimpering uke.

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Third Wheel

A Peter Parker x Reader Fluffy Drabble

#2. Peter (Parker) comes to your aid when you’re stuck as a third wheel on your friend’s date. Classic “I’ll be your fake boyfriend” situation. 

A/N: The story involves you sitting through a horror movie and the only one I could think of was Sinister so just pretend that’s a recent movie that came out. Also, I switched the story up a bit and it’s less like a fake boyfriend scenario but I think it’s still good.

“Thank you again.” You whispered to Peter as you walked behind your friends. “I really hate being a third wheel when they do date nights.”

“It’s no problem.” Peter smiled shyly. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to see Sinister.”

“Scary movies are…” You chuckled softly. “I’m not saying I get scared easily, but I apologize in advance if I scream at a jump scare.”

“It’s okay.” Peter nudged your shoulder with his. “Just remember that it’s a movie, nothing can actually hurt you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You nudged him back. “Now, let’s go, the movie’s going to start soon.”

You followed your friends into the theater. Sara and Rebecca had decided to invite Sara’s sister along, Margaret, and her boyfriend, Ryan. That meant you had to find six seats together in a theater for a newly released movie. It wasn’t going to happen.

“There are four seats together and two over there.” Sara pointed to two seats in the back corner. “Rebecca and I can sit there if you want.”

“Well, hey, it’s your date night, (Y/N) and I can take those seats if you guys want to stay as a group.” Peter cleared his throat. “If you’re okay with that, (Y/N).”

“That’s fine with me.” A blush crept up onto your cheeks and you thanked the heavens that the theater was dark. “Have fun, guys.”

Peter looked tense as he sat next to you, he seemed anxious. You opened your mouth to question his mood but the lights shut off and the previews started. You scooted closer instinctively as the IMAX countdown began and the movie started. You were ready for to be scared. 

You couldn’t do it, something about the classic “new house horror” ruffled your feathers the wrong way. You made it halfway through the movie before you threw the armrest up and buried your head into Peter’s chest. You could hear is heart racing as your hands grasped at his shirt. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, not sure how you’d respond to it. You smiled and peered back out at the screen, pulling him into your own hug and never letting go until the credits rolled. 

“T-That was a decent movie.” Peter laughed lightly as you slowly loosened your hold on him. He kept his arms around you.

“Yeah, it was pretty scary.” You peered up at him and bit your bottom lip. “From what I saw of it.”

“Yeah.” Peter’s eyes searched yours, lighting up as the theater did. 

You saw his eyes drop down to your mouth before to the side, your friends were headed your way. He risked holding you a few seconds longer, returning his gaze to yours and not daring to look away until you could hear their voices. You both pulled apart before they saw and gathered your things, pretending like nothing had happened. 

Dinner was agreed upon and you went to a local restaurant. Cheap pizza was always a favorite after a movie. The six of you sat chatting, cracking jokes and laughing as the night went on. Peter stole glances at you and you at him. You wished to be back in the theater, arms around one another; you longed to hear his racing heartbeat in your ear as you tightened your hold around him and his steady breathing during the calm parts of the movie. 

You dropped a hand onto your lap. You were careful; if you were to get caught the two of you would never hear the end of it. If your parents knew, you’d be grounded- classic no dating until you’re eighteen rule. One you hadn’t minded until Peter came along. You held your breath as you slid your hand onto his lap, his eyes dropped down and over to you before he understood what you were doing. He smiled, not bothering to fight the rose blush evident on his cheeks, and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

The night went on, the conversations continued, the attention everywhere but on the two of you. Peter’s thumb rubbed the back of your hand softly every so often, drawing goosebumps to the surface of your skin. He offered you his jacket, you took it. The night ended with a stolen kiss outside Peter’s apartment after you offered to walk him to his door. Nobody questioned it, Rebecca lived in the same apartment complex and everyone had gone with her to say goodbye. 

His hands held yours delicately as he leaned his head down and placed his lips on yours. A giggle slipped out when Aunt May opened the door and caught the two of you. She vowed to keep it a secret. You thanked her and waved goodbye, catching a blushing Peter before meeting up with your friends. 

“Hey, mind if I invite Peter along for the next date night? We- he had a lot of fun and wanted to do it again sometime, said it was kinda fun being the third wheel of the group.” 

The group nodded and chuckled. They knew, they knew that you two had something going on, but they left it alone. It was your secret, not theirs. 


A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I actually had a lot of fun writing it. It was a really great throwback to going on movie dates in high school and the awkward fun cuddling and hand holding :)

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All That Remains of Lance McClain Part 3

hey all, sorry i wasn’t as active recently, I had to study for an exam that i really really needed to pass! Anyway, here’s part 3 of my what remains of edith finch au 

i had some trouble coming up with a way to connect lance to the game in a way that would make sense, considering how the game actually plays out in the end and i think i’ve come up with a good alternative?? anyway, please enjoy! I did cut it off at a cliff hanger, bc i felt like it was getting a bit too long. I will be continuing it soon, so don’t worry abt that!

Preview:

Keith looked up to see Hunk rooting through several cassettes before pulling one labeled ‘McClain House and family history, by Alexa McClain for Lance McClain.’ Pidge, who’s eye had been caught by an innocuous looking cassette player, grabbed it and handed it to Hunk, who put the cassette into it.


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Liar Liar: One

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Preview / One

Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, future smutt. assassin!AU UndercoverAU
Word Count: 1.3k
Being an assassin is easy, yet hard for Taehyung. So once he was given his new mission, his life continues to flip around, making it just more difficult. Secrets come out, revenge settles in. 

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Stars in His Eyes- Auston Matthews (by Anon)

Originally posted by marntthews

Ok guys so this is another one by the same author who wrote “Our Story” (aka not me) and so she wrote this one and submitted it to me! So Enjoy guys!

Warning: none!

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(Auston’s POV)

I entered the club with Willie, Brown, Martin and his girlfriend Sydney. Clubs weren’t really my thing, but I loved hanging out with guys and loosening up a little. 

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Exam Season

Group: Seventeen

Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: I hate exams but I love Lee Chan so all is good. Also I have a 4 hour exam tomorrow so writing this helped me relax about that a little. 



If there’s one thing the world can agree on, it’s that final exams are the worst. They’re stressful, agonizingly long, and usually completely different from the curriculum itself. That’s why sitting at your desk, just waiting for the testing period to start was a living hell.

“Why did I even sign up for this class?”, you groaned, asking no one in particular, while hunched over your desk.  

“Because it’s a required course, you literally have to take it”,  your best friend Chan chimed in,  his seat was conveniently right behind yours.

“Did I ask you”, you said as you sat up and turned around in your seat, your gaze meeting his familiar warm brown eyes.

“I’m honestly not sure who you were talking to at first, but I figured I’d respond so the rest of the class wouldn’t think you’d snapped on finals day and had resorted to talking to yourself”, he clapped back effortlessly.

From an outsider’s perspective, they may think that you two don’t get along, but your relationship is exactly the opposite. You and Chan had met in elementary school. He was a timid and observant child and didn’t really try to make friends with anyone, ironically, for fear of not getting along with the other kids. In the eyes of bullies, this made him an easy target. But only until you transferred to this elementary school, after moving to a new neighborhood.  On your first day at this new school, you didn’t get one step into the classroom before you had heard a nasally voice yell, “Who would want to be friends with an annoying kid like you?”. You managed to force your way through the crowd of kids, and walked directly up to the child being picked on. He was looking down and it seemed that if anything, he just wanted to disappear. You grabbed his hand with yours, and shouted at the crowd, “I’m Y/N, and I want to be his friend, so back off!”. His head snapped up in shock and he looked at you like you were the entire world. After that, kids didn’t pick on him anymore, and you both weren’t really included, but to the two of you it didn’t matter, because you had each other.

Ever since that moment, you’d been inseparable. Even in middle school, when most friendships break and people drift apart, you both held on strong. It was you two against the world from a young age, and nothing about that had changed.

All this was great, but the more prevalent thought in your mind was your impending doom, the exam. No amount of studying ever helps anyone suppress the feeling of anxiety that testing brings.

Unless you’re Chan, because he seemed to be doing just fine. You turned around to glance at your best friend. He was staring at something in front of him, but his mind was obviously in another place.

“Chan?”, you called him, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Hmm?”, he hummed, blinking a few times to get out of whatever trance he was in.

“Aren’t you nervous at all?”, you asked quietly, eyes focused on the ground, your anxiousness obvious by the tone of your voice.

“Give me your hands”, he said gently. You complied and he laced his fingers with yours, and his eyes meeting yours. “You have to remember that this is only a test. It is one moment of stress in your very long life, and it’ll be over before you know it. All you can do at this point is do your best, so give it your all and don’t worry about what comes after, okay?”

“Thank you, Chan”, you said, smiling up at him.

“Okay class, testing will now begin”

Your smile dropped. All your anxiousness began to creep back into you, but before you could revel too deeply in negative thought, someone have your hands a tight squeeze. You glanced up to see Chan looking at you like a worried mom. You’d forgotten your smaller hands were still laced together with his larger ones. He leaned over his desk until his face was right up next to yours.

“You can do this. I know you can do this”, he whispered gently into your ear, his breath tickling your cheek. You nodded and squeezed his hands back, before letting go and turning around to face the front.

He was right, you could do this. You just had to give it your best shot.



“God, did you see question eleven? Our teacher told us not to worry about that unit because it wouldn’t be on the test. But there it was. On the test”, you ranted to Chan as you two walked home from school together. You’d both finished the exam in the time frame given, and the stress and nervousness was practically gone. It was however, replaced with general exhaustion, and annoyance over some of the harder questions of the exam.

“At least it’s all over. We don’t have to worry about it anymore”, he said.

“Yeah you’ve got a point, there”, you replied, stopping in front of your house. “Well, I’ll see you later, Chan!”

“If by ‘see you later’ you mean you’ll see me right now until later, then yes. Are you telling me you don’t want to hang out?”, he asked, not actually upset, just teasing you like he always has. Unbeknownst to you, who spent most of the exam worrying about the exam, Chan spent most of the exam worrying about you.

“Are you inviting yourself over just to eat all the food in my house again”, you teased back.

“That was one time! And I’m a growing boy okay, I’ve got to eat a lot to get taller”, he said, defending himself.

“First off, you’re already fairly tall. And second, are we gonna bicker on my porch all day or actually go inside?”, you prompted, unlocking your front door and stepping in, Chan following soon behind you. After kicking if your shoes, you wondered what Chan had in mind.

“So what do you want to do?”, you asked, not having anything planned in advance due to the surprise factor of this visit.  

“Movie marathon?”, Chan suggested, shooting finger guns at you. How classy.

“Oh, absolutely”, you agreed, doing finger guns back at him.

“Let’s go then”, he said, swinging his arm casually over your shoulders and guiding you to the living room.  He knew where everything was in your house, having been there over the years more times than you could count.

“Here, I’ll get the movie set up and everything and you make the popcorn”, you suggested, plopping yourself down on the couch.

“What am I, your chef? But fine, I’ll do it”, he reluctantly agreed, making his way into the kitchen.

“And it better not be burnt, Chef Chan!”, you called from the couch, earning you a cute giggle from him that rang all through the house.

You had set the movie up and decided rather than pausing, you’d just let the previews play through until Chan came back with popcorn. Your eyes began to droop, though, and before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep. Shortly after, Chan came back into the living room, giant bowl of popcorn in hand, stopping when he saw your sleeping figure. Sighing, he set the popcorn down on a side table by the couch, and sat down next to you, careful not to wake you up.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”, he mumbled to himself. He reached out, brushing the hair out of your face. Feeling bold, and pretty tired himself, he pulled you into his lap, and gently resting your head on his shoulder.

“I said let’s watch a movie but if you were this exhausted you should’ve told me”, he said softly to you, not expecting a reply.

“That’s alright though, I would’ve preferred this anyway”, he concluded to himself, and snuggled up to you, you both falling asleep to the sound of a movie that neither of you really cared about. You cared about each other more.

The wrong number || Ch.2

Originally posted by pjmjjk


||preview||   ||chapter 1||

Genre- Angst

Description- After deciding to call jungkook back, you find out more about him than you bargained for. Maybe making that accidental call wasn’t such a big mistake after all.

Word count- 2,438 


You had done it. After doing everything to convince yourself that you should just let this guy go, you couldn’t. The worst thing was you had been the one to make the first call. You were sat in an alley way, behind the restaurant where you had just finished working your shift. You wanted to make sure your conversation would remain unheard.

”Hello.” You said.

“You again?” he replied, shock evident in his voice. You were taken aback; did he not want to talk to you again? He had assured you that the two of you would talk again, so why was he so surprised?

“Yes, it’s me. But hey, if you’re not interested in talking I’ll just go.” Heat rose to your face, you were already embarrassed about calling, and he had successfully made you feel worse.

“No- wait- don’t go, I was just surprised you called me again, I thought you wouldn’t.” He sounded sincere, maybe you had overreacted a little bit, your nervousness was getting to your head. 

“Well, why wouldn’t I? You promised you’d tell me your name.” You fell silent suddenly, everything around you was a blur. You couldn’t process what was going on or what you had been saying, until a voice brought you back to earth.

“Are you still there?” He asked, sounding slightly worried. You had no idea what had come over you, you shook your head gently and continued.

“Huh- yes sorry, um… where was I?” You asked. He chuckled, there was something in his voice that spread warmth all over your body.

“You were asking me about my name.” he replied. You suddenly remembered where the conversation had left off.

”Oh yes! I called you and you promised next time we talk you’d tell me your name, so I’m waiting.” After you finished there was a long silence. Then a laugh came from the other end.

“Actually, I never said next time we talk I’ll tell you my name, you’ve made that up, if I remember clearly I said you’ll know my name soon enough.” He sounded amused. Did he think you were stupid?

“I don’t care.” You snapped “It’s soon enough now, so you have to tell me, otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” He mocked.

“Otherwise I’ll turn off the call and never speak to you again.” You threatened. There was an even longer pause. You seemed to have shut him up for good. Yet, as much as you wanted to deny it, the truth was you didn’t want to stop talking to him; it was just an empty threat.

“Fine.” He groaned. I’ll tell you my name, seriously you’re so mean.” 

“I know, it’s a gift.” You said a smirk on your face “Go on then, tell me your name.”

“My name is Jungkook.” He said matter-of-factly. Jungkook, that name rang through your head like a bell. Why was it so familiar?

“Do I know you?” You questioned. 

“Nope” he answered. “Why?”

“I feel like I’ve heard your name before”. You racked your brains, eyebrows knitted in concentration. There was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“You-um- what? I’m sure you haven’t- what I mean is, you can’t have.” he lied. 

“I don’t believe you,” you answered, flatly. You wanted to know more about him, but he was playing mind games with you. The stutters in his voice made it clear he was lying.

”W-why do you want to know so much about me anyway? What about you?” he asked, nervously. You saw what he was trying to do, but you weren’t going to let it happen.

“Listen, sir- “

“Ah, don’t call me sir, it makes me feel weird.” He said disapprovingly. You seriously didn’t know what was wrong with this man, maybe you had made a mistake in calling back.

“What’s your problem? Anyway, the point is I know your lying to me-”

“About what?”

“About something! Look, if you don’t come clean, I’m turning the phone off.”  You sat quietly, chatter of people back inside the restaurant buzzing in your ears. You heard a heavy sigh from the other end of the phone.

“I really didn’t want to have to tell you to do this, it’s stupid. If you really want to know who I am look it up on the internet. I’m not telling you myself, it’s embarrassing. But please just look up normal stuff, don’t go any further. There are some scary things on the internet.” You were so confused.

“Why can’t you just tell me yourself?” You asked, agitation echoing in every word.

“Because I don’t want to, simple as.” He answered bluntly. His attitude was getting on your nerves, but you remembered the other side of him. His personality seemed to constantly change, one minute he was shy and nervous, the next minute he was confident and somewhat rude.

What a complicated guy, you sighed to yourself.

“Fine.” You said “I think I should go now, I have work to do.” You looked back through the restaurant door, you could see people leaving, that meant there would be tables that would needed cleaning.

“Okay, one quick question, how old are you?” he asked.

“I’m eighteen.” You said. “I seriously need to go now though, bye!” You abruptly turned the phone off, and slid it into your back pocket. A smile stretched across your face.

Jungkook, I’m going to do some thorough research on you, I don’t care what you say.

~

You reached home after a long walk. The house was empty, your parents weren’t at home. You walked to the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge.

We’ve gone to your aunt’s house, she’s unwell, we’ll be back at 10.

You were excited to have the whole house to yourself, even if it was just for a couple of hours. This didn’t happen often. You grabbed snacks from the cupboard, whatever you could find, and rushed up to your bedroom.

You placed all the items you had brought from the kitchen on to your desk and opened your laptop. You were almost nervous to find out what this boy was all about. You could look him up on the internet and there would be information about him. Was he some sort of celebrity?

Your first step was typing in Jungkook on your search box. The image that popped up on your screen surprised you. You saw was an extremely handsome young man, whom you knew you had seen before. He was a k-pop star; you were shocked.

There is no way I was talking to a celebrity without even realising! Your research hadn’t ended there and you knew it was going to take up the whole two hours you had alone.

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You were lying in bed. Your parents had come back from your aunt’s house, they said she was going to be okay, she had caught a virus of some sort. In all honesty you couldn’t care less, you didn’t like her very much.

There was one person you were anxious to talk to. You had saved his number, though it had no particular title yet. You tapped the call button, you knew you’d have to speak in whispers, as your parents were next door.

“Can I help you?” he enquired. After finding out all you could about him you were ready to have some words.

“Yes, you can. I don’t appreciate you lying to me.“ You said trying to sound unhappy.

“What do you mean?” He questioned

“I mean,” you continued, “that you’re not really Jungkook, you’re someone else.” You had confused him, but you had no regrets.

“What are you- how am I not Jungkook, my name is Jeon Jungkook, I told you that, what are you blabbering on about?”

“Aha! Wait- you didn’t tell me your name was Jeon Jungkook, so you could have been some other one!” You knew you were annoying him, however you found it highly entertaining.

“Honey- “

“Don’t call me honey” You said

“Whatever. There are not many other Jungkook’s out there, I assumed you would be smart enough to figure that out on your own, clearly not.”

“Now wait-” You began but fell silent as you remembered your parents were in the other room and you had to be quiet.

“What do you have to say now, hmm?” he questioned

“The point is I don’t believe you, I’ve seen what you supposedly look like. There is no way I would be lucky enough to have accidentally called an extremely good-looking celebrity who is known all over the world and has women grovelling at his feet.”

“So, you think I’m good-looking?” He asked, the smugness in his voice obvious. You scoffed. 

“Is that the only thing you heard- wait- no that shouldn’t matter, since I know that guy I saw on the internet is not you!” You said desperately

“It is me! why are you so much in denial?”  He whined.

“Fine, if it is you… prove it, send me a picture right now!” You said.

“If you say so, I’ve got nothing to hide, but I’m hideous right now so don’t blame me if you have nightmares all night.” You waited patiently, he was silent too. Your phone beeped two seconds after.

10:00

1 sent message: [image]

You opened the image, sure it enough, it was the same young man you had seen on the computer. He was beautiful, you hated to admit. He had the same large, sparkling, brown eyes, the same dark hair and the same pink lips that looked so soft.

“Well?” he asked

“Okay, so granted it is you. You were so young when you started you career, your nineteen now aren’t you?”

“Yeah” he replied.

“I know all your friends’ names too, and what they look like- “

“I told you not to go that far!” he complained

“I had to, I was curious! Besides it’s not that far.” You said “Also, your friend Jimin, he’s pretty nice looking, I’d say he’s my favourite looks wise.”

“Hmm” he simply replied. You guessed he hadn’t like that comment.

“Not that you’re not good-looking, I admit you are, but I don’t think I have a chance with you- “ you began but he cut you off

“Why not?” he questioned.

“Because you like older women, and I’m younger than you. In fact, you’re really picky when it comes to women.”

“Age doesn’t matter that much you idi- I mean… so what if you’re younger? I don’t really care.” he said bluntly.

“If you say so. All the older girls must be dropping their pants for you though.”

“Younger girls do too, and it’s not just girls.” he added and sighed, “what can I say.”  His fake arrogance was making you laugh.

“So, if I’m younger than you, what do I call you…oppa?” You knew he didn’t like that word. After two hours of research you had picked this up.

“You meant to say that” he growled. You giggled.

“I did, but so what? I’m younger than you. You only don’t like it if older girls call you that.”

”Yes, but you don’t need to be formal with me.” 

“Really, how come?” You asked.

“Because I feel close to you.” He answered. You didn’t know what to say. You fell silent and so did he. You didn’t know why you were feeling his way, you felt something towards this boy that you had never felt before, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Um- well- anyway I’ve seen what your fans say about you. It’s cute and sometimes kind of gross.” You tried to change the topic. He was quiet for a while.

“Yeah, it’s okay, they can think what they want. I don’t blame them.” He laughed. 

“I don’t think about you that way.” You might have been lying to yourself, you weren’t sure.

Don’t lie to yourself, babe.” You almost choked when you heard him call you babe, in English.

“Why am I not surprised you know how to say that in English.”

“I’m not called international playboy for nothing.” he said. You smirked to yourself.

“Right… I almost forgot that was one amongst your many other titles.” You both went silent again. Then he spoke.

“You know, I showed you my face, you need to show me yours.” He said. You were reluctant to do this. He was so much more than you; rich, famous and handsome. You were just a waitress, who was nothing special amongst other, prettier, girls.

“I will, just not now, it’s too late.” You answered quietly.

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how do you know how to speak Korean?”

“I learnt it for two years, with my sister. She always wanted to go to South Korea, she promised she’d take me with her so we both learnt it. But she’s gone and I never got to go.”

“You should come here” he said.

“Yeah.” you simply answered.

“It would be nice to meet you one day.” He added. You sighed. You didn’t know how to break it to him that that might never happen. You decided to end the conversation. 

“Um- it’s late for me, I should go to sleep. Goodnight- oh well, it’s probably not night where you are.”

“Goodnight.” He said softly. You felt a sudden of pang guilt about not showing him what you look like. He had shown you what he looks like, without even complaining. The least you could do was return the favour. You knew you looked awful right now, sprawled in your bed, all make up off and hair tied back. You chose not to think about it too much. If he thought you were ugly than that was his problem, you weren’t out here to impress people. You clicked a picture from above you, in your current position.

10:45

Sent

Message to Jungkook: [image]

You: Here’s my face, you can’t complain now

A message appeared after five seconds.

Jungkook: You’re pretty… 

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. He said you were pretty, no man had ever said that to you before. Nobody even looked at you twice. You realised something about this boy. Sure, he could be arrogant and rude, but he was also kind and shy.  Many emotions were flowing through you, you weren’t sure what to feel. But you knew one thing, you were glad you had called Jungkook back. You were glad you had got to talk to him.

Maybe making that accidental call wasn’t been such a big mistake after all, you thought to yourself as you shut your eyes and drifted off into sleep 

Hey, Hot Stuff {Zen x MC}

           Hey you guys, yes! I am back! After about… what has it been, two weeks after basically ghosting you all I am here. I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve just been really busy… and depressed… but now I’m slightly less of both of those things. I promise that I will be better at writing more. I would like to thank my amazing friend @yuri-on-a-messenger for allowing me to use her username as the Tumblr user you were messaging in this fic. She writes amazing stuff, so go check her blog out. I love her so much and you should love her too, tbh. She’s awesome.

Anyways, 고고씽~!

 

           Sitting in Jaehee’s café next to Zen after practice for his latest musical never really seemed like a bad idea before. Even when you got there it didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. That was until one of your best friends sent you a message through Tumblr. That’s how you had met, and though you had never met in person, you considered yourselves to be incredibly close. That being said, honestly, it was not the time for what the conversation had led up to. Zen was talking to Jaehee for the time being, so you figured that you might as well just answer.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Hey, (MC). What are you doing?

           (MC): Nothing much. I met a friend at a café after he finished practice.

           Seconds later, she responded.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Ooooh. Is this friend who I think he is?

           You rolled your eyes at her blatant teasing. Regardless, you complied in answering her

           (MC): Maaaaaaybe…

           yuri-on-a-messenger: “He’s just so nice and caring. I think he’s just, like, the best guy ever. And his acting! Don’t even get me started on his acting! The way he gets into character is just amazing!”

           (MC): Shut up! I don’t talk like that.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Dude

           yuri-on-a-messenger: I have the receipts

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Don’t even try me because I will send them

           (MC): Okay, okay. I’ll admit that I do like him. But, again, like I’ve said, he’s a celebrity. I’m just his friend and moral supporter. I don’t rea-

           In the middle of typing your message, you got interrupted by a certain someone sitting next to you in the booth. “So, who are you texting? What are you talking about?” He asked jokingly.

           Bringing your phone to your chest, you glance up timidly, “Nothing. No one. Why?” You stuttered.

           He got a slightly annoyed look on his face, “Well don’t explode. It was just a question.” He responded with a bit of attitude.

           Maybe it was because you had never held back who you had been texting, or about what, from him. But you didn’t really pay mind to that when it came to the fact that you had been talking about him. “It was, um, just a friend. I was talking to a friend. Yeah.” You managed to let out.

           “A friend, huh?” He interrogated.

           “Mmhmm.” You replied, nodding hastily.

           “Okay.” Was all he said, but he didn’t buy a word that came out of your mouth. You saw him passive-aggressively sipping his drink, and with that, you automatically changed the subject.

 

           A friend? What kind of “friend”? He thought, racking his brain for any ideas. This had never happened before. When did (MC) start hiding her conversations from him, the actor thought. His eyes widened at his next thought. What if it was a guy that she had met? Is that why she didn’t want to tell him?

           Zen felt metaphorical smoke leave his ears. He couldn’t even fathom why he felt so blatantly possessive of her. He couldn’t help it. They were such good friends that he had to protect her. That was the reason why right?

 

           Sighing, you threw yourself onto the bed in your apartment. You were no longer living in at Rika’s anymore so you could throw yourself anywhere in the house without worry. You fiddled with your phone, attempting to message your friend again. It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Zen. Lately, he hadn’t really been talking to you, in the messenger, or in a private thread. He hadn’t even invited you out or sent a text to see if you were even doing okay. Besides hiding your messages to your friend, about him, from him, what had you done wrong? Why was he acting this way towards you? You had a right to your privacy, right? At least that’s what you thought.

           (MC): Yo, yo. What’s up?

           It took the college student time to respond, but within minutes, you heard your phone chime

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Please never say that again.

           (MC): What? I just asked ‘what’s up?’

           yuri-on-a-messenger: You’re not going to make me repeat it, are you?

           (MC): Ha-ha, no.

           You responded as you heard a knock on the door. Setting your phone on the coffee table by the door, you answered it.

           Lo and behold, a certain white-haired actor stood in front of you. “Oh, hey, Zen. You’re here?” You blurted out as if it were a question.

           He cleared his throat, awkwardly. It was unlike him. Usually, he was so suave and collected. “Uh, yeah. Sorry for intruding.”

           “Oh… It’s no problem. Come in.” You responded, leading him to the couch.

           “So, what have you been up to?” He started off, awkwardly.

           “Nothing much. I took a cool picture of my latte this morning, but that’s pretty much it.” You responded, picking your phone up off the table and handing it to him.

           You two were so close that, of course, he knew your password. You took your phone briefly to pull it up and then gave it back to him. He looked at the picture and smiled. Maybe you had gone a tad overboard with it, adding whipped cream and cinnamon atop the hot beverage. “Looks like you knew what you were doing” He commented.

           You giggled, “Not really. I just try really hard” You let out as a message notification sounded from your phone. Zen looked down at it impulsively, as did you.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: So, what’s up, hot stuff? Sorry I…

The preview read. These kinds of teasing nicknames were commonplace in your friendship. Of course, Zen didn’t know that, nor did he know who this was. Of course, it was only natural that he would jump to conclusions.

           You saw rage bubble behind his normally kind, yet intense eyes. He promptly gave passed the device back to you. “You might want to answer that,” he mumbled.

           “I…” you started, “Okay. I guess so.” You said, responding to the conversation. You let her know that it was okay that she was busy, and that you were busy at the moment, too. As soon as you finished, you turned your attention back to the man sitting next to you. He was leaning towards you when you turned away, only to find him leaning against the other armrest, mindlessly scrolling through his SNS feed. “Zen? Are you alright” There was concern lacing your words.

           He, though, clearly tried to play this off as if he was just fine. “Peachy. Why do you ask?” He deadpanned.

           “You’re such a liar. You say you’re fine, yet you make no effort to appear that way.” Maybe you were trying to provoke him. You knew that he would let his true feelings out if you pushed hard enough.

           “I’m not lying, though.” He responded. “I am fine.”

           “Then, if you’re so ‘fine’, why won’t you even look at me when you talk to me?” You pushed.

           “Because I can’t stand the idea of you possibly being in a relationship with someone that isn’t me. There, I said it! Are you happy now? Will you stop pushing me and asking so many questions? Will you stop trying to provoke me?” He rambled, raising his voice. Instinctively, you backed up a little from where you were sitting. Realising what he had just said, he looked down. You could tell he didn’t intend to let all of those feelings and emotions out.

           Sighing, you got down on the floor, and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands. “Zen…” You paused, resting your fingers under his chin as you guided his eyes to meet yours. Reluctantly, he complied. “Why would you ever even begin to think that I would be in a relationship with anyone right now?”

           “Well, for starters, ‘what’s up, hot stuff?’” He answered, making air quotes.

           “Nothing much, you?” You joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

           “No, I meant-

           “I know what you meant. You want to see a picture of who I was talking to?” He nodded slowly. “Okay… Just give me a second.” You swiftly pulled up the messages and showed him the profile picture of the account. It showed a glasses-clad girl with blonde hair.

           “Who’s this?” He asked, obviously confused.

           “This,” you said, shaking your phone, “is one of my closest internet friends. I met her through mutual interests, and we talk all the time. We’re so close that we just use random nicknames like ‘hot stuff’, just to mess with each other.”

           “Is this who you were talking to that day at Jaehee’s?” He went on to ask. You nodded, a smile donning your face. “Then… Why did you hide the messages?”

           “Well… She was kinda teasing me about you. I had told her that I was with you and she started to say all these things that I had told her in the past.”

           “Like…”

           “How I said that you were a great actor… And how you shone up on stage… And how you were really attractive.”

           “And?” He teased. He could probably tell that you were holding something back.

           “And how I have a huge crush on you.”

           “Do you, now?”

           You laughed, “Yes… I guess you could say that you got what you wanted.”

           His smile changed to an expression of confusion. “What do you mean?”

           “I’m not in a relationship with anyone.”

           “Well,” he paused, “maybe we’ll just have to change that.” He replied, pulling you up to him and kissing you softly on your cheek, “What do you say?”

           Smiling, you nodded, and he took that as an opportunity to tenderly press his lips to yours.

Betrayal

Pairing - Hoseok x Reader

Genre - Murder AU

Word Count - 3k

Part 4/?

Synopsis - When y/n’s husband is accused of murder she’s sure he’s innocent. But as detectives find clues that point to him as the perpetrator, will she stand for her husband or against him?

A/n - Idunno if anyone reads this but if you do enjoy (:

Preview Part One Part Two Part Three

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suspicion

a feeling or thought that something is possible, likely, or true.

Trust is one of the most important things you can have in a relationship. Without it, it is impossible to have a healthy relationship.

I wish I could say that things got better when Hoseok picked me up but it didnt. At least I was able to sleep, as soon as we arrived back to our house I passed out. I was drained and my bed never felt so comfortable. In the morning Hoseok woke me up, letting me know that he had the maid run me some warm bath water and breakfast was being made for me. The bath was relaxing, I was able to clear my mind even if just for a second before Hoseok came into the bathroom with a cup of coffee in hand.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked handing me a mug full of the black liquid and sitting in the love seat I had in my bathroom. His eyes furrowed a bit as if he was worried but also upset.

“I’m fine just a little headache.” I answered taking a sip of the coffee. It was bitter and disgusting, I hated black coffee and my husband knew that. I wasn’t sure if he was punishing me for getting so drunk or if he just wanted me to sober up. Maybe both.

“I’m so sorry that my actions caused you to feel the need to get so drunk. Ive never seen you like this before.” He said. He seemed extremely apologetic and my heart hurt a little.

“I just, I just thought I was over what you did to me. But now it feels like I’m reliving it, and I thought I could trust you but I can’t.”

“I’ll do whatever I need to do to regain your trust. I may have not been honest about how many times I was with her, but I want to be honest about everyting moving forward.” He said.

I wanted so badly to believe him, to put all of my faith in him and never think about the situation again. But we had tried that. I thought that I knew the whole truth and was blissfully unaware that I was in fact, being decieved.

“Okay. What else do you want to tell me?” I asked.

“Well I wasn’t completely honest about where I was the night Mina died.”

“Where were you Hoseok?” I asked sternly.

“I went to meet her.” He said.

“You cant be serious?” I said rubbing my head. I thought that my headache was fading but it had only gotten worst. The pain was a pulsating ache and everytime I would look Hoseok in the eye my head would throb.

“Im serious. She sent me a text saying that she needed to talk to me about something important. I went to meet her at a location she sent me but she never showed up.” He stated.

“Hoseok why would you try to go and meet the woman that you cheated on me with?” I was really trying to understand his logic at this point. I never asked him to stay away from her. He was the one who told me he wanted to stay away. So why would he feel the need to sneak around and meet her. Was he seeing her again?

“I know it was stupid. I was worried because she never called me, she never even talked to me. We both agreed we wouldn’t talk to one another after the affair and I worried that something was wrong if she was suddenly requesting to meet me.”

I thought about it for a while. That’s why he was running late to meet up with me the night of the charity event, because he went to meet her.
What else could he be hiding? I wondered.

“What else are you hiding from me??” I demanded an answer.

“Jagi, that’s everything. I swear.” He said grabbing a hold of my hand. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath. I wished I could believe him, that everything could just go back to how it was a few days ago but I couldnt, we couldn’t.

“I just need time.”

“Okay, I understand that.” He said.

After exiting the bath, Hoseok finally went to work and I had the house to myself, with the exception of our housemaid. I went to look for her, I wanted to apologize for all the craziness that’s been going on with the police coming over and what not. Our home usually wasn’t this chaotic.

I saw her as I entered the kitchen, and she noticed me as well greeting me with her warm smile.

“Feeling better Mrs. Jung?” She asked. I wondered if I still looked like hell, considering how drunk I had gotten last night I was sure that I did.

“A bit, Mari how is everything going?” I asked sitting down at the kitchen bar as she continued to clean and then pausing to answer the question.

“I’m okay, Mrs. Jung. How is everything?”

“It’s a little hetic right now but Im managing. I just wanted to let you know that we have officers coming over again later today. I wanted to warn you ahead of time so that you weren’t alarmed.”

“It’s no problem, I knew that they cops would have to interrogate Mr. Jung after everything.” She stated and her sentence caught me off guard.

“Everything?” I wondered what all she knew about this entire situation.

“Yes well since you and Mr. Jung were really close to Mrs. Kim.” Close? I’m not sure if I would use that word to describe Mina and I’s relationship, especially after the affair.

“I guess you could say we were kind of close to her. It’s just so unfortunate that this happened to her.” Even after finding out that her and Hoseok had seen eachother on a regular basis I still felt geninuely bad about the gruesome way in which she died.

“Yes it is, do you know how Mr. Jung is going to be prosecuted?” She questioned causing me to look at her as if she had lost her mind.

“Prosecuted? Why would Hoseok be prosecuted.”

“I just thought, I thought that… ” She started. But stopped as if she was afriad to speak. Any thoughts I had that Mari didn’t have an clue about the situation were quickly cast out of my mind. She knew something, possibly more than I and I needed to find out what.

“Mari, I’m getting the feeling that you know more than I do. Please tell me everything that you know.” I begged.

“But Mr. Jung instructed me not to tell you.” She said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was some type of secret that my husband had instructed our housemaid to keep?

“He did what? Listen Mari, I promise he won’t find out about this conversation. But now you need to tell me everything.”

“Okay.” She stated sitting down next to me.

“It all started a couple of months ago. Mina would come over often and Im sure you are already aware of what they would do. But lately they would aruge a lot, I overheard Mrs. Kim say that she didnt want to be involved anymore because she loved her husband. But Mr. Jung was very upset and he told her she had no choice but to continue seeing him.”

My heart was hurting and I was struggling to keep up with what Mari was saying without changing my demeanor and expression because I honestly was hurting and disgusted all at the same time. Mari noticed and stopped talking.

“Im fine, please continue.” I spoke.

“The last time it became violent. I believe you were out taking care of business when she came over. I tried not to easedrop but I heard Mina crying. She was saying that she was sure she was pregnant and knew that It had to be Mr. Jung’s child. He become so upset, I could hear them shouting from the living room. He told her that she needed to get rid of the child or else he would.”

“Oh god, no.” I breathed out in total distress.

“Mrs. Jung please don’t tell Mr. Jung. That night when he had seen that I was in the kitchen and had heard everything he warned me against telling anyone. He said that he would let me go and I can’t afford to lose this job. I have a family to provide for.” She reasoned.

“Don’t worry.” I said softly taking slow and steady breathes to calm down, you aren’t going to be fired. I really appreciate you letting me know all of this Mari.“ I said forcing a smile to reassure her.

I let Mari go home for the night, she usually stayed in home with us but her husband and children lived on their own so she would occasionally go visit so I decided that it would be best for her to do that. When she was gone I took out my phone to call the detectives who were assigned to Mina’s case and they told me they would be over shortly.

The time I waited seemed to go on for forever. And while I waited for them I thought over and over again about Hoseok. Was he really capable of killing someone? I believed he was the most warm hearted and caring person on the planet. He hardly ever raised his voice and was so mild tempered. The person that Mari described to me when she went over his conversation with Mina was not the Hoseok I knew. He seemed harsh and aggressive and I didnt know what to think.

A year ago I would have said that there was absolutely no way my husband would be capable of hurting anyone. But lie after lie he was breaking my heart and losing my trust and I didn’t know what to do or how to feel.

The more I thought the more I wondered if I was making the right decision in acting so fast to reach out to the officers. I didn’t know what I was doing or if I was making the right decision. The doorbell ran interrupting me mid thought and I knew that there was no more time for pondering. I needed be an adult and handle this situation so I calmed myself and went to answer the door.

I filled the officers in on every unpleasant detail that the maid had shared with me. I hated to do this to my husband but Mina was pregnant and her murder was gruesome. Whomever was responsible for that, may it be Hoseok or whomever else needed to be held accountable.

After hearing everything that I had to say the detectives said that they needed to do a search of our house so I waited anxiously until they were finished. Namjoon returned with something that was in a plastic bag. I could not tell what It was from a distance but as he got nearer I realized that It was a hammer and my eyes widened.

"Mrs. Jung, are you familiar with this?” He asked giving me a closer look and as I inspected it I saw very visible blood on it and my heart rate started to increase.

“I um - I think that could be ours. Where was that?”

“It was in hidden in your fireplace. We believe that this could be our murder weapon and based on this and your statement today we are going to preceded with an arrest.”

My hand quickly covered my mouth and a stumbled back, Namjoon reached out to help me. “You are going to arrest him?”

“We have the murder weapon and plausible cause. We are going to get a warrant and we should be back shortly.”

This was all happening so fast and before I knew it the detectives were leaving, and I was staring out of my dining room window waiting for my husband to arrive home. His car pulled up moments later and he entered the house taking off his shoes and heading towards my direction

“There you are baby. I’ve been trying to call you to see if you had eaten. I picked up take out.” I heard him place something on the table but I didnt turn around I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“Are you still upset?” He said approaching me from behind and wrapping his arms around my waist. I finally spun around to face him my eyes were watering and I knew that he could tell something was up.

“Y/n, are you crying? Baby I know you are upset with me. But please don’t cry. He said wipling away at my tears.

"Did you - do it?” I finally managed to say.

“Did I do what?” He asked genuinely concered.

“Did you kill her Hoseok?” I asked.

“What?” Hoseok said as if I was telling some sort of joke and he couldn’t understand the punchline. “You aren’t serious are you?”

“You cant lie to me anymore, you have to be honest now.” I said through tears.

“I didn’t kill Mina!!” He yelled and I immediately shut myself off. I didn’t want to hear the lies I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I remained silent fixing my gaze back on the window.

“Look at me y/n. You have to talk to me.” He said but I continued to ignore him.

“Turn around and talk to me.” Hoseok demanded as I looked out of the window. I didn’t want to look at him, if I did I knew that I would be moved by his soft features, the face that I had fallen in love with.

“What have I done to you? What could I have done to make you believe that I could be capable of doing something this horrible?”

“Look at me!!” Hoseok yelled as he hit the dinning room table causing a glass to fall and shatter on the floor. I jumped in fear from his actions. In the entire time I had known him I had never been so afraid.

I felt a wave of relief but also nervousness as I heard police cars in the distance. The cars approached our mansion and I saw that the gates were opened and they were coming  in. Moments later they entered the room.

“Jung Hoseok you are under arrest for the murder of Kim Mina.“ Namjoon said.

"What the hell is going on?” Hoseok yelled.

“You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

“Did you do this?” Hoseok asked as the officers started to secure handcuffs on him.

The look that he gave me wasn’t one of anger. I think that I could have handled that a bit more. The look that he gave me was one of pure hurt, it was as If I had taken a knife to his abdomen. I felt absolutely horrible and refused to look at him.

“Y/n please look at me.” He said as he was being dragged out of our house by Taehyung and another officer.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him and I could only look out of the window. I watched as they dragged him to the car and before they put him in the back seat he looked at me and I that’s when the tears I held in started to pour down my face.

I let out a loud sob breaking down and Namjoon just stared at me as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He finally walked closer to me and after what seemed like minutes of uncertainty he pulled me into his arms allowing me to sob on his chest.

We stayed like that for a while before I calmed down a bit and was able to sit on the sofa.

"I’m sorry that you have to go through this, but regardless of what happens you are a very brave person y/n.” Namjoon stated.

“Brave? All I did was turn in my husband.”

“You are seeing that Mrs. Jung’s family gets justice for her murder even if that means that your husband is taken away from you. That’s bravery y/n.”

“Well thank you.”

“If you need anything, anything at all.” Namjoon said placing his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

Namjoon left and I was alone. Being alone is the worst possible thing to he when you have so many thoughts in your heard. Because you have no one to distract you from everything you were thinking. I tried to turn on the Tv just to have some sort of Distraction but I just stared at it blankly as I pondered my current situation.

Was Hoseok going to be convicted for Mina’s murder? If so how long would he be in prison? Did I need to call a lawyer to get divorce papers? And how is Jin going to feel when he finds out that his best friend possibly murdered his wife?

So many questions, so many thoughts. It was all too much and I wanted nothing more than to run away but I couldn’t. I couldn’t change anything about my current situation and it left me to wonder

Is life going to get any better?

[TRANSLATION] Yamada Ryosuke’s SODA Magazine (Full Interview) November 2016

This is the continuation to the SODA Magazine (FMA Cut) November 2016 Translation. Big thanks to @ichigoainosuke for helping me clarify some difficult metaphors that Yamada uses, LOL. As usual, please do not publish or re-post without permission.


“Efforts are common in any field. The tenacity of being able to do what you like, is hard work in the real sense.”


Then, before even taking a moment to breath, his next appearance that is about to crank-in soon is the upcoming October TV drama, “Cain and Abel”. Fuji TV’s Monday 9 o’clock drama, is known as “getsu 9”. In that drama Yamada plays Takada Yu, a younger brother who has a complicated relationship with his excellent older brother. His hair that was dyed gold [for Ed] is now restored back to a calm tone, immediately getting into his [new] role.

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Amoré - Part Two

Characters - Peter x Reader

Word Count - 1739

Warnings - Fluff

A/N - I’m so falling in love with this series. I really wish I knew where it was really going, I have a few plans but no end game just yet. I really hope you guys like this part!

Amoré Masterlist

You walked through a crowd of people. Each one, bundled up with heavy coats, hats and scarves to protect them from the chilling winter air. Tugging your scarf up to cover your nose, you pulled your cellphone from your pocket and clicked open your inbox. Checking the time, you started to grow worried that Peter was standing you up and just the thought made your stomach drop.

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Anyways, as most of you are already aware of by now, last weekend, after nearly 5 months of planning and stressing over every little detail about, a group of us from Australia (@boothseeleybooth, @seeleybooths, @boothseeley + three of our other friends on twitter: @ohhelloarianna, @iamlladoc, @bianca_proudman and I) had the amazing opportunity to spend an entire weekend at Supanova Melbourne with David Boreanaz, a weekend that we liked to call the ‘David weekend’. And as I’m writing this, it’s been exactly one week since the last time we saw him face-to-face, and we’ve all pretty much spent the whole of last week reminiscing over every little thing that happened during those 3 days, which I’ve tried my best to recap about under the cut below:

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Last Tango in Holby - preview

Okay, so I wanna see if anyone’s interested in this. Also, Bernie being Bernie, manages somehow to turn a sheep.

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Serena throws her bags into the passenger seat of her car and slams the door. She eyes the pair of heels poking out of a carrier bag. Leopard print and murder for her feet. What was it that they said when it came to fashion? No pain, no gain. Not true.


She is halfway to selling her soul to this hospital. She keeps AAU firing on all cylinders, day in, day out, despite the pitiful lack of adequate trauma or any adequate facilities, come to think of it. There was the NHS living under fiscally challenging times and then there was just taking the piss.


How many fundraisers had she attended? How many times had she dressed up and flirted and smooth-talked her way around a party? Serena Campbell, Deputy CEO, currently unbeaten by any other member of staff in the number of donations she’d wooed from Holby’s elite – and her department hardly saw a penny of it.


She thought it would pay off, every mountain of paperwork she’d trudged through after her shift ended, every hour spent in the boardroom listening to men – who looked like they were just out of nappies and probably had never held a scalpel in their life – tell her what to do.


She thought this was it. She brought a new shirt. Horribly expensive. New shoes. Likewise. This morning, she even shimmied her way into a pencil skirt – a rarer than Hayley’s comet occurrence simply due to its sheer impracticality. Try wheeling patient into theatre in a pencil skirt. Try doing anything in a pencil skirt.


But she had wanted to look the part for when she was appointed. Holby’s City’s new CEO.


Except she wasn’t.


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Bernie Wolfe is sure she’s one second away from embodying her surname. She is going to strangle that sheep. She is going to drop her walking stick and clamber over the fence – her stupid, broken body be damned – and strangle that fucking sheep.


You would think that she’s gotten used to it, wouldn’t you? But no. The screeching of roosters, the clucking of chickens, the shrieking of piglets and the God damn bleating of sheep still grated on her every nerve. Not that she can tell her cousin Kate that – the owner of the farm – who’s given Bernie a roof over her head and a supposedly ‘quiet, relaxing place to rehabilitate’ after Bernie’s marriage – and life – fell to pieces. Playing happy families with Marcus was no longer an option. Not that Bernie had any skill in that department. Emergency surgery with limited supplies in the heat and dust of the Afghan desert, she can do. Marriage, evidently not. As for motherhood … she found out yesterday that Marcus has got the kids to sign statements supporting his case for the divorce. Chapter and verse on her failings as a wife and mother.


Bernie is seething at the thought. How dare he! How dare he turn this into a battle and manipulate her children onto his side! Bernie digs her walking stick into the ground. She glares at the sheep next to her. It won’t stop staring at her, face pressed up against the gate. It won’t stop baaing. Deep, guttural, constant baas.


Aimed at Bernie.


Forget about the stupid sheep, Bernie tells herself. Breathe. She’s nearly at the house. Has nearly finished her walk. As pathetic as the length was, but it is all she can manage right now. Small steps, her therapist advised. Not just literally, but figuratively as well. Recovery was a journey, physically and mentally. It takes time.


Well, it’s taken too much time for Bernie’s liking.


She’s losing her mind trapped on this farm. The endless days and nights give her too much time to think. Think about Alex. Think about Marcus. Think about her children. Think about all she’s fucked all. Think about all she’s run from.
Thinking is the last thing she needs. She needs to do. Anything. Something. She needs something to concentrate her mind on. Her physical therapist refuses to give her the green light for work. It’s probably a good thing. She can’t flee back to the army. She must face up to things. Pick up the pieces. She must try. She owes her children that.


Bernie trudges on, unware that the sheep – Daffodil, if one cares to knows – has snuck under the gate, stopped baaing and is now quietly, but determinedly, following Bernie back to the house.


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Before she pulls of the car pack, Serena checks her phone. Still no reply off Elinor. What is her daughter playing at? She thinks of calling her again, but knows it will just go to voicemail. She can’t just give her radio silence after summoning her like that.


No, it can’t wait. Please come as soon as you can. Nothing to worry about. Just need to talk to you.


Serena, despite Elinor’s insistence, is worried. Very.


Her daughter texts her the address of a random pub in Holby and tells her that she needs to talk to her. Immediately. Her and Elinor haven’t talked – the kind of talk Elinor’s suggesting – since Elinor hit the terrible teens.


Drink is the first thing that comes to Serena’s mind. Drink or drugs. Memories of her daughter’s house party flash before her.


Oh God. Serena thinks. Whatever this it can’t be good.


-


Bernie eases herself into her car. She shouldn’t really be driving. But she’s a doctor – that gives her a free pass to take whatever advice other doctors offer her as guidelines.


Besides, Cam needs her. He’s asked her to see him, as soon as possible. He must not hate her after all. To text her out the blue. They’ve hardly talked since she returned home, weeks comprised of stifled family dinners like the kind when Bernie cooked her special Spaghetti Bolognese that Charlotte and Cameron had always wolfed down as kids, to discover that Charlotte was now a vegetarian and Cam, on Wednesday nights, eats with the lads after their weekly kick around.


It was difficult trying to fit back into the family fold, to try and find a space after so many years spent serving in the forces, to try and play catch up. Any progress she’d made with Charlotte or Cameron was no more. Not after ‘oh by way the mummy’s a lesbian and cheated on your dad with her female colleague’. Not after Marcus started the divorce.


But, this, Cameron’s text, feels like an olive branch. A shift in the sea. And, Bernie smiles at this, proof that, despite his growth into adulthood and all the years of it Bernie has missed, he still needs her. Still needs his mum.


Grinning, Bernie reverses out the driveway.


Baa!


Bernie nearly jumps out her skin, but manages to stop the car in time. Manages to stop committing road kill. When she looks behind, she sees that bloody sheep. It comes up to the driver’s window. Gapes at her.


Baas.


“Next time,” Bernie mutters under her breathe, “I won’t stop.” She drives off, leaving Daffodil standing and watching the silver of her car disappear.


Maybe, Bernie reflects later, it was some sort of omen. Some sort of warning or symbol. Sheep. Lambs. Pictures of spring. Pictures of birth.


-


Cameron raises a glass of coke to his lips. Downs what remains of it in one go.
“That’s your third one,” Elinor reminds him. “You better not flee to the loo when our mothers arrive.”


“I won’t. I promise. I told you. We’re in this together and when our mothers arrive –“


Elinor groans. Brings her head down to the table. “Our mothers. Oh God, why did we call them?”


“Because we decided that – as responsible adults – we couldn’t logically hide this forever and now was a good a time as any to involve them.”


“Mum’s going to lose it.”


“My mother is a Major. In the Army. If I survive tonight, well, let’s consider it a miracle.”


“Mine is Deputy CEO of Holby City. Charms all of the Junior doctors like ducks from a pond and then devours them for dinner.”


Cameron grows increasingly pale. “What have we done?”


“That is indeed the million-dollar question,” Elinor murmurs, face still buried in her arms.

The Road Trip │ Chapter 9 Preview

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?

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Waking up the next day, I don’t immediately open my eyes because as long as they’re closed I’m playing last night in my head—Lucas and I tangled in each other’s arms.

I can still feel his lips pressed against mine. I can still feel the way his tongue nervously traced my bottom lip pleading for entrance, and I didn’t hesitate to grant it to him. I can still feel his arms around me—the way his hands itched their way under my shirt and on my bare back.

I can still feel the heat of his body against mine, and the way we tried to pull each other as close as possible. What I can most definitely still feel is the bolt of electricity that shot throughout my body, and that was filled with ever need and want of Lucas.

Things between Lucas and I got intense and heated fast, but it didn’t feel wrong…it felt right…it felt perfect. I wanted nothing more than to pulled his shirt off his body and have him pull my shirt off mine to reveal my bare chest, but something stopped us—no matter how much neither one of us wanted to.

I keep my eyes closed for a minute longer, still living in the memory, but then they slowly flutter open. I was hoping to wake up next to Lucas, instead, there’s on one. I touch the spot where Lucas once laid, thinking that I might still be able to feel the warmth of his body, but it’s cold only showing that he’s been gone for a while, and a sting of disappointment rushes through me.

I blink a few times trying to clear the blurriness from my sleep and slowly push myself up in a sitting position. My eyes scan the room landing on the clock; it’s a little after ten. They continue to move around the room and land on a piece of paper by the TV that’s propped up with my name written across.

Right as I’m about to throw my legs over the edge of the bed to grab the note, I hear a faint clicking noise indicating that someone just used the room key. My heart starts to quicken as I watch the door slowly open because I know it’s Lucas, and after last night I’m a little nervous to see him.

Lucas appears from behind the door, and as soon as his eyes land on me, a smile instantly captures his lips, and I feel a lightness in my chest.  

“Goodmorning,” I smile softly at him.

“Goodmorning,” Lucas says closing the door behind him. “I got us breakfast.” He holds up a bag and a cup holder with two drinks—I’m assuming coffee.

He walks over to where the note lays and sets the bag and drinks down and picks up the note. “I didn’t have time to read it. I only woke up maybe ten minutes ago.” I lean forward a little and try to reach for it, but he shakes his head and drops it in the trash can.

“It’s okay. It just said where I went. I didn’t want you to wake up and worry when you saw I wasn’t here. I hope you don’t mind, but I might have taken your car this morning. I woke up a little after eight.” I see the corners of his lips curl up slightly. “You asked if there were any places I wanted to see.” I nod at the memory. “Well, there isn’t, but last night an idea came to me.” He walks over to the bed and sits on the foot of it, turning his body enough to face me. “We don’t have to change any of your plans that you made for us only where we’ll be sleeping.” I tilt my head in confusion, and he laughs. “I went out this morning and before getting us breakfast, I might have gone to a store and bought a few things we can use to sleep under the stars. It’s just you might have said once or twice how much you’re-“

“Going to miss the stars,” I cut him off, and we both gaze at each other smirking.

“Exactly,” he says not once breaking eye contact. “I thought you can enjoy the stars one last time before you’re back in the city.”

“I love it. I’ve never been camping.”

His eyes widen at my revelation. “You’ve never been camping? Like at all?”

I shake my head and giggle. “No, but I love the idea.”

He lets out a long relieving sigh. “I was a little worried you wouldn’t, but I’m happy to hear that you do.”

We stay locked in this moment, neither one of us wanting to break it, and it takes everything in me not to lean in and press my lips against his for a single soft kiss, but I know it would escalate to something more—not that I would have a problem with that.

I think about bringing up last night and finding out what it means for us, but right now, staring into his eyes, the only thing I can think about the softness of his lips, blocking my brain from forming any words. And, judging by the look on Lucas face, I think he is thinking the same thing.

He clears his throat. “Anyways,” he pulls his eyes away from mine releasing me from his hypnotizing green eyes. He walks to grab the bag and one of the cups of hands it to me, and his fingers brush against mine. Neither of us move our hands. We both stare at them, letting them linger together and I can feel my fingers tingling with the need to touch him.

He reluctantly drops his hand, and I do the same. “You should eat. We have to be out of here by eleven.” I nod taking a drink of the hot coffee, and Lucas walks over to grab his. “So, where are we headed to next?” he asks and takes a sip.

I shrug my shoulders. “I have no clue. I only have one more stopped planned, but it isn’t until the very end.”

Lucas smiles. “Oh yeah, and where is that?”

I take another sip from my cup trying my best to hide my grin. “Philadelphia. I wanted to show you where I grew up, and some of my favorite childhood memories happened to have taken place there.”

He raises his eyebrows. “And why do I have a feeling that you’re leaving something out?”

I purse my lips together into a coy smirk. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Kitten (Jason McCann) (MATURE)

I’d seen him before - his face was plastered across every high class magazine cover in every store, all with prominent headlines that all included the words ‘millionaire’ and ‘successful’.

Tapping my fingers against the bag in my lap, I felt my heart racing at the thought of being face to face with the man who’s known to make any woman swoon with one glance.

I’d heard many things about this man. Things that travelled around the city like an infectious disease, everyone wanted to be in on the gossip and once they were, they couldn’t get enough.

And these things weren’t necessarily rumours that made him look like a bad man, they were rumours that intrigued the mind and sexual aspect of every woman who happened to hear of them. Including mine.

Of course, women wanted him because he was successful, and with so much potential with his wealth and good looks. But such a dark and twisted rumour pinned against such an attractive man was what every woman was waiting for.

The second I heard the company I work for was planning ties with the Jason McCann’s company, I jumped - literally - to the chance of being the one to go to the arranged meeting and talk it through with him. So here I was; sat outside of the room and waiting to be called in.

I wondered whether this man who everyone made so many assumptions about, was actually as they say; was he possessive? Was he sex driven? Was he a man that wanted everything, and actually got everything?

“Miss [Y/L/N], Mr McCann will see you now.” The woman sent a tight smile in my direction before she guided me over to the door. I made sure to take a deep breath while it opened. I smiled at the woman before walking inside.

He sat at his desk, but his dark eyes shifted up to meet my face as I stood before his desk. I hadn’t noticed the woman who had previously let me in was stood not far behind me.

“Can I get you anything, Sir?” She asked, letting her hands smooth out her blazer before they rested behind her back. I turned back around to face forward.

“Would you like anything to drink, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He asked and I’m sure my heart fell further down to my stomach at the sensation of him having his eyes on me.

“Uh, I’m okay but thank you.” I said politely, feeling my right palm becoming clammy as I gripped the strap of my bag.

“We’re alright, thank you.” He sent a smile that I decided was fake due to the way it seemed to hesitate to stay on his lips. The woman nodded slowly and closed the door behind her.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Mr McCann.” I smiled, reaching my hand out in hopes to meet his own. He simply stared at it with the ghost of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“Likewise, Miss [Y/L/N], but I don’t remember asking you to speak.” He said before finally leaning over and shaking my petite hand in his large one. I noticed the veins running through his skin and saw they carried on underneath the material of his shirt and blazer.

“O-oh, uh, my apologies, Mr McCann.” I said rather confused, but due to the situation of being close to making partnership with his company, I decided against calling out his rudeness.

He smiled and nodded. “So, what could your company offer me?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

“W-Well, we were thinking it’d be equal partnership, meaning both companies get equal share of profits and such-”

“That won’t work.” He said, interrupting me. I wasn’t even sure he’d taken in what I’d said.

“You haven’t even let me finish.” I complained, glaring at him while the smirk returned.

“Trust me, Miss [Y/L/N], if this was a different situation, I’d definitely let you finish.” His eyes burned into my body, not just my face.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that situation be, Mr McCann? Because I’m not necessarily taking a liking to this one.” I said, watching as he watched me, as though trying to figure something out.

“I could have you on the brink of an orgasm in fifteen minutes if I wanted.” He said, and he didn’t move a muscle as he spoke those words. Me, on the other hand, I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. “Although, I did tell a lie previously. It’s not definite that you get to cum when you’re with me. You have to prove you’re worthy first.” He rasped, his fingers tapped on the arm of the chair and I felt my eyes lingered too long on them when I knew he’d noticed my gaze.

“Mr McCann, I think you and I both know we’ve strayed from the matter behind this meeting.” I chuckled nervously. “Should we get back to the partnership?”

“I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” He said quietly.

My heart rate sped up drastically when I watched him stand up from behind his desk and walk around the side, letting his fingers drag across it, and come to lean against it so that he was directly above me.

“Okay.” I gulped, feeling my body becoming hot with nervousness. I struggled to look up at him.

“How old are you, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He watched me as I frowned.

“That’s hardly a relevant question, Mr McCann.” I muttered with lack of confidence but sent him a glare that made my annoyance very much aware to him.

“Answer the question or leave, sweetheart.” He folded his arms over his chest, looking smug.

“Fine. Goodbye, Mr McCann.” I gathered my things and stood up from my chair, making sure to keep well away from him as we came face to face.

“Yes. Run back to your awaiting boss and let him know you didn’t manage to make ties with my company. I’m sure he’ll fire your ass before you can even say you’re sorry.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and I sighed. I mentally fought with myself then, telling myself that he was purposely trying to get in my head. Nevertheless, I turned on my heels and I watched as a pleased expression made its way onto his face.

“Fine.” I said, sitting back down. “I’m twenty two years old.”

He hummed in response. “And what made you want to work in this business?” He asked, still watching me with such a mesmerising gaze, a gaze I couldn’t understand the meaning behind. “How does such a young girl already get to this stage?”

“You mean how did such an amateur get to be blessed with the presence of you; the Jason McCann?” Rolling my eyes at him, I didn’t catch what was probably an irritated expression on his sharp face.

I could feel my own embarrassment as I remembered thinking that exact thought as I sat outside of his office.

He pushed himself off of the table and leaned forward so that his hands rested on each arms of the chair; I was trapped between them. The sleeves of his blazer pushed up as he reached his arms out, giving me an insight on the tattoos that snaked up his skin.

“I don’t like being disrespected, Miss [Y/L/N]. I don’t think you realise how easy it would be for me to call your boss and get you fired. After the way you’ve talked to me, I don’t see why I shouldn’t.” His eyes burned challengingly into my own and I witnessed light specks of green moving around the light brown that hugged his pupils.

“You wouldn’t.” I muttered lowly and all he did was grin. That was, until his lips parted and I saw the bottom and top of his two sets of white teeth.

“Oh no, I would.” He said. “But I think you’re a beautiful woman with a lot of potential. I think if you just listened and obeyed orders, you’d do just right.” His voice was almost a whisper now and I had to stop myself from looking down at his lips as his tongue grazed them.

“Just right for what?” I asked accusingly but with a hint of curiosity lurking behind.

“To be with me, Miss [Y/L/N]. I’m sure you can already understand that I like my woman to be submissive to me, to give every inch of her being so that I can please, but when necessary, punish her.”

His words caused a flush to brush over my body and a shiver to creep down my spine. But I couldn’t hold back a laugh, to which he frowned.

“And why on Earth would I want to be with you? Please enlighten me because I’ve never heard such crap before in my life.”

“You seem to be very forgetful because that attitude is going to get you nowhere but on the streets and jobless.” He spat with anger behind his words for the first time since I’d been in his presence.

For only a short period of time did his face show signs of anger; his eyebrows creased, causing dents to appear around his eyes and his whole appearance to seem older. But almost as soon as it proved its presence it was gone, and his face relaxed once more.

“I’d like to see more of you, Miss [Y/L/N].” He said kindly but his eyes told me a different meaning when they flicked down to my shirt. “What do you say?” He asked.

I didn’t notice, but he must have gotten closer because his breath was evident against my cheek. He watched me expectantly.

“How about a little preview? Free of charge.” He smirked, moving impossibly closer so that I moved my head further back before surrendering to the fact he was going to touch me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I didn’t speak a word; I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to, and I felt myself wanting to reach out and take his fingers around my own.

His lips felt just as they looked; soft, warm and inviting. They fell heavily onto my cheek and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I felt the pressure of something rough against my skin and knew instantly it was his tongue.

They only shifted their movements closer to my lips and I felt my heart rate picking up with anticipation. First, his lips touched the corner of my mouth, then half of it before covering it completely like a warm blanket. He hummed against me.

“Stand up.” He said, and without thought I snaked my left arm around his neck and pulled myself up. His large hands rested on my hips as he pulled them into his own. His lips retraced their previous path across my cheek but this time, they made their way down my neck. “You’re going to regret the way you spoke to me now that you’ve agreed to this.” He muttered and I felt soft breaths against my neck.

I still wasn’t sure what was happening, all I knew was that I didn’t object. I merely let his lips explore my skin as they pleased

“Undress.” He said, pulling away from me. I felt cold when his body heat was suddenly no longer against me. I stood, unsure. “Are you deaf? I told you to get undressed.” His tone was so much harsher this time and I felt his strict gaze on my face. “Now.”

While we continued to make eye contact, I moved my fingers to the button of my blazer and undid the two. I shrugged my shoulders so that the blazer fell off my body. He looked pleased at this.

Taking the various buttons of my white shirt, I fumbled every now and then but managed to be successful in opening my shirt, even with his hot gaze working as a distraction.

“Keep going. Don’t disappoint.” He encouraged me as I moved my hands around my waist so that I could unzip my skirt. I tugged at it until it fell into a pool at my feet.

“Red lace; my favourite.” He said. “I wonder, is that just a coincidence or are you guilty of reading all of these tabloids and magazine articles?” He grinned and I felt my cheeks heating up instantly.

He moved closer once more and his hands ran up my arm. He let his fingers dig into the skin and I whimpered.

“Bend over.” He muttered, leading me towards his desk. I didn’t object as he pressed his hand against my back. “This needs to go.” He said more to himself, I felt his fingers brush against my skin near the clasp of my bra and I instantly knew what was coming next.

Without no struggle the bra was off of my body and my back was bare to him. The warmth of his hands slid up my back as he smoothed them across. They slid all the way up to my neck before moving down - still going slowly - and coming in contact with my underwear.

“You’re being very submissive, Miss [Y/L/N]. I’m very pleased.” He said while his fingers worked the material from my body. Once they were around my feet, I kicked them to the side.

I stayed quiet for him and simply awaited his next move. And it soon came. His hand ran across the surface of my ass and he squeezed it roughly.

“You’re a beautiful woman.” He whispered, making me smile. I felt his touch disappear from my skin but it quickly came back when his fingers pressed against my clit. I gasped loudly. “Hmm. I know, doesn’t that feel good?” He rubbed me slowly, and all I could do was take it and grip the edge of the table.

I felt the coldness of the table hit my skin when I pressed my stomach further against it. I whimpered quietly.

“One thing you’ll come to realise about me is that I need my women to be vocal. Tell me what you want, what you need- what you crave, that’s all I ask, and I’ll happily give it to you. If you behave, that is.” I’m sure he was grinning.

“P-please,” I whispered.

He gained speed, rubbing my clit faster in circles and I found myself adoring how much determination was behind his actions.

“Be a little more vocal for me and I’ll let you cum. You can release all over my fingers if you just moan for me.” He spoke close to my ear and it sent shivers down my spine.

“S-sir,” I stuttered, feeling the effect of his fingers causing hot friction against my clit still. “I’m close.” I breathed heavily, wanting to throwing my hips back against him.

“You cum when I tell you. If I tell you to cum before you’re feeling ready to, you still better cum. And if you cum before I tell you to, well,” He chuckled. “You better hope that doesn’t fucking happen.”

I wondered what would happen if I came in that moment like my body wanted to, but I decided against going against him.

“Are you close? Are you going to be good and cum for?” He muttered quietly into my ear and I moaned.

“Oh my God, yes.” I moaned when he started to move his fingers back and forth rather than in circles. I pushed my ass further into his touch.

“You’re a beautiful sight, kitten. Especially when you clench like that, I’d love to feel you do that around my cock.” He breathed out.

“C-can I cum? Please let me cum.” I whimpered; I could feel my orgasm arriving and I tensed my body to stop myself.

“Well done for asking. You’re pleasing me, Miss [Y/L/N]. I think you very much deserve that orgasm.” He said and I felt my stomach drop. “Let go for me.” He sped up his actions and I cried out loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I moaned and it only seemed to encourage him because he pushed against me further. “Oh my God.”

“That’s right,” He whispered. “Feel it. Good girl.” He muttered.

I was left breathing heavily against the table in the silence of the room.

“That’s going to be it for today.” He said, pulling me up. “I hope you enjoyed our meeting.” He grinned down at me.

He leaned down and picked up my bra and handed it to me. I nodded, pulling my underwear up my legs now that my bra was around my body.

Feeling the shaking of my body, I wanted to see more of him. I wasn’t sure how to let him know without causing my own embarrassment.

“Now tell me, are you pleased enough to want more, Miss [Y/L/N]?” Mr McCann said as he let his fingers trail across the side of my face. All I could do was nod to which he sent me a huge smirk. “I’m very glad to hear it. How about we schedule another meeting, and you tell your boss you need another meeting with Mr McCann to convince him?”

I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip. “Be vocal.” He ordered.

“O-okay.” I said, moving to grab my shirt. “I’ll do that.”

“Good. I’ll see you in a week. Maybe then I’ll let you have a taste of something a little harder.” He grinned, he grabbed my face from under my chin and forced his lips onto mine. He hummed while our lips fought together.

“Now, if you’d kindly get dressed and leave, I have another meeting in ten minutes.” He said, moving around his desk. “I enjoyed this very much, kitten.” He sent me a wink. “I think that nickname is quite fitting, don’t you?” He tilted his head as he sat at his desk with his hands clasped. It felt unusual that those were the same fingers that were previously against my most intimate parts.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr McCann.” I said, sending him a smile.

“It was a pleasure, Miss [Y/L/N].” He nodded, and I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I walked away from the office with so much more knowledge about the world famous businessman than I’d started with; I knew he was, in fact, dominant. And I knew he wanted submissive and nothing else.

And now that I knew, all I wanted to do was find out more about what made him crazy. I found myself unable to contain my excitement for our next meeting.

I ‘made’ my crush jealous!

Hello everyone! I need to let this out and tell someone other than my friends so I would love to vent about it here. I work at this restaurant on the weekends. I’ve been here for over a year now and so the guy I have this H U G E! crush on, he is Korean-American, he’s been the biggest crush I’ve EVER fucking had in my whole entire living, breathing existence! and I’ve had a lot of crushes! He’s soooooo nice! (Too nice for this world) and funny!! obviously handsome beyond words, NO ONE can deny that! His face just hits you like a tow truck! Even my managers say how sexy, handsome he is! They’re so “professional” at work Lol!

He comes in a lot, some times his friends, family. (at times by himself and those times, I see him stare at ME A LOT, A LOTTTT!) Every time I had to service his table/area, he would stare at me, and he also would tip me extra money, more than others. He would give me a lot of eye contact, usually people don’t look me in the face, why would they? I’m just their server (gladly though!) giving them drinks and food, it’s fast paced, so they’re usually siting there talking to whoever they’re with, so the fact that he actually looks me in the eyes even when I kept coming back just to give him another drink refill or something, that always surprised me and I can’t lie, it made me so happy since he is my crush! He gives me butterflies in my stomach, something I haven’t had in a long time.

Any time he came in the door, my heart would drop, I would get so happy! and it got to the point where my co workers, most of the time, would just let me work his table, because they know I like, well…love him, honestly. So they’re like, “He’s here! go get_____(My name)” / “Tell _____he’s here!” lol! Ok not all of the time, but I do get to wait his table a lot. So one day, he’s back! And it’s been a little while since I’ve seen him, since I took a few days off and they told me to wait his table! Now I know what you’re probably thinking, do we ever talk? does he like me back?! Well…I get soooo scared to talk to him at times, plus I feel like I’m bothering him when I make small talk, even though he’s beyond kind to me and smiles that sexy smile at me! He’s the one that always start up small conversations, he goes out of HIS way to talk to ME!

So recently it was different! He kind of gave me the cold shoulder…so I was thinking “What the fuck! happened?!” and on top of that he was talking to some girl he didn’t know that was close by him. I never seen her before, so I’m thinking, maybe he knows her, maybe he’s into White girls, he was talking with her for awhile, I was so sad, mad, jealous, not only was he acting “funny” but he’s chatting with a GORGEOUS girl!  So I was in a sour mood the entire night (but still nice to customers) thinking why he’s acting like that! I know he sees me, because every time I look over at him he’s staring dead at me like he wants me to see him talking to her. Are we playing THIS game?!

 I found out that same day that he asked about me on my days off! I honestly did not believe her when she (co worker) told me that,but I’m not that close with her, so I doubt she was joking or going out of her way to tell me a lie, plus she doesn’t even know I like him, she works on the other side! So she asked me if he’s my boyfriend because the way he asked about me, it seemed like he was looking forward to see me or was concerned about my whereabouts and before he asked her, he kept looking around like he lost something. That’s when she asked him if he’s ok on everything. And that’s when he asked if I was working here any more? (awwwwwwww!) I’m writing this so calmly, but when I told my friends I was screaming on the phone and writing in all caps in text messages lol! So I was still lost on why he was acting like that toward me! Was he upset I haven’t been here in a while? I don’t know what came over me but I needed answers!

So later one of my coworkers, Lance (my White buddy whose a chocolate chaser lol!)  was being touchy and flirty with me (like always) when he came in on his shift, he was even putting his arms around me and the way the restaurant is set up you can see everything where my crush was sitting. So when I look over at his table, he was staring dead at me and Lance…so I was so embarrassed because I was playing along with his flirting, joking around. So that’s when it hit me that since he was looking for me, maybe that means he likes me back? and he was staring at me a lot that night more than he ever has, he wasn’t even discreet about it either, even my friend noticed this! So I wasn’t being delusional. I vented to Lance about it he said, “Say no more, I got this” lmao! He’s fearless as I don’t know what, before I could even say anything to him, like I don’t know, “STOP!” His ass was speed walking up to his table, I felt myself turning becoming hot in the face, it was of fear, and I hid in the back, I had noooo idea what he was going to say to him!!

So Lance comes rushing back and told me I need to go check on my tables, without telling me what he said or did to my crush, I asked him what the hell did he say to him and he said he gave him my fucking number!!!!! and he also told HIM IM SINGLE!!!  And that I’m just his (Lance’s) friend, so I was soooooo shocked and shitting bricks! Ummmm how the H E L L A M I SUPPOSE TO WAIT HIS TABLE AFTER T  H  A  T?!! I was all panicking, like, no lie, I was willing to get in trouble and walk out! So after minutes of panicking (I almost cried!) Lance and my manager had to calm me down, my manager didn’t know what was wrong, she felt so bad for me and thought I was having a panic attack…well I KIND OF was and Lance, evil! was laughing telling me it’s ok! I’m making it seem like it was worse than it was, but I eventually calmed down and got over it.

After my melt down , I had my phone in my pocket and on silent, but I did hear it buzz twice but I had to go back out and get back to working, and as soon as I walked on the other side, I didn’t see my crush sitting there :( So I was thinking, Thanks a lot Lance, you scared him away, I’m probably not his type, he probably only asked for me because I’m fast with service, he doesn’t like Black women…. sooooo much went through my mind. So I honestly was so mad, I tried to forget about his ass and assist other customers, cleaned up and Lance kept me laughing all night, I told him not to bring up my crush because I might fucking die after what Lance did, even though he was just boldly trying to help me out. I didn’t want to even fathom everything, I was drained and counting down the seconds to take my ass all the way home. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him at all! I was even looking at the door thinking he would come back in!

My shift was finally ending hallelujah! And usually as soon as I clock out I would check my phone,  but I wasn’t in the mood, so I waited until I got home. I took a shower, snuggled up on my couch watching tv and checking my notifications

AND

THEN

I……

I only saw a preview of the message! But my heart started beating so fast! I knew it was my crush, because the message wasn’t a number in my contacts and I already forgot that fast that Lance gave him my number..I know how could I forget?! I opened the message and as soon as I did, I screamed, lmao! I was so pathetic! I was literally hyperventilating  I was soooo happy he messaged me, it didn’t hit me all the way until I read his message, that’s why my phone buzzed at work last minute, those buzzes were his text messages, he sent them right after Lance gave him my number and right around my nervous break down lol!

He was basically telling me that my friend JUST gave me my number (so he was quick to text me, now that I think of it, I think he was shy to see me face to face after that, so he left) and he said that Lance wanted me to give him my phone number (I did not say that! Lance lied, but I don’t mind at all! he was helping a sista out!) and he also said, thank you for always being nice to me and my friends when I come there, that he hope he’s not bothering me! and I replied with “omg noooo! you’re so nice, thanks for the big tips etc.” we’re not dating or anything…yet!  But I really, REALLY!!! Want to ask him out some time soon, but not quite yet. I have the biggest feeling he likes me and I can tell by him staring at me, getting jealous/upset when Lance was being flirty with me, and actually texting me, he even fucking face timed me! Lol! and I was going to reject it because I was so scared to do it but I was like fuck it and we talked for a long ass time! ugh! love him! He’s sooooo fucking nice! and always has been. I want your advice on how I should ask him out! I have a feeling he wants to ask me to be his girl, because he’s always hinting at it, but then backs out. So any advice would be great because we’re getting close pretty fast!

KM & BW: Aw, love this! You could write him a cute, hand written letter and confess to him, I think that would be so romantic and sweet and put a kiss at the end of the letter! ❤️ But I say what ever you’re comfortable with doing, even if you want to drop him a long, nice text and ask him that way, as long as you do it how you want and tell him how you feel about him.

Smoke & Whiskey

Summary: Unspoken feelings manifest in a steamy night in the bunker. .

Prompt: Whatever doesn’t kill me had better start running.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2445
Warnings: Smoking, drinking. Some of the smuttiest smut I have ever written. Use protection, make good choices.

A/N: This started when I was drunk one night, then I got smoker!Dean feels. So I drank some more and finished it last night. For the record, smoking can be hazardous to your health, and it’s best to not even start. I’m not a smoker but I used to be, and still have the occasional social cigarette or five when I’ve been drinking. That should cover all the FAQ’s. 

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Time of the Month - Eisuke Ichinomiya

For @glassbeadt - I really hope you enjoy it!

#5 - I’m on my period and it sucks

“Aimi’s still in bed”.

Eisuke ran a hand through his bangs, leaning his head back as he made himself take a seat on the spacious sofa.

Baba flashed a suggestive grin from across the room as he placed his hat on top of his head, but Eisuke chose to ignore him, his thoughts dominated by worry over his fiancé.

What if something has happened? He mused, but Ota, the only other person in the room aside from Baba, was quick to interrupt his thoughts.

“Is she actually okay?” he asked, looking concerned.

Eisuke hesitated a moment, and then sighed.

“She’s probably just tired from work,” he decided in an instant, nodding his head as if this would make it suddenly true. “She works a lot,” he had to add, and he pretended not to notice Ota’s doubtful expression as he stood up restlessly, resolving to go ahead and make himself a crappy morning coffee.

I shouldn’t wake her up, he reminded himself when he wondered what the hell he was doing as the coffee machine growled at him in distaste. She needs to sleep, clearly.

“I hope Aimi’s okay,” Baba called, sounding far away.

Eisuke glanced up at them through his hazy eyes, noticing that they were making their way towards the door.

“We’re gonna go see what’s happening around the hotel,” Ota explained, but Eisuke had very little interest in the matter.

“Okay,” he mumbled just before the door shut, and the room descended into an unsettling silence, the walls seeming to whisper with uncertainty.

Eisuke forced himself to take sips of his drink, his eyes practically attached to the spiralling staircase that led to her.

What if she needs me? He thought suddenly, and then he heard it – the softest strain of a groan coming from the room in which Aimi was currently asleep!

If you ever wanted to see Eisuke Ichinomiya run, now was the time to watch, because Eisuke damn near sprinted into the bedroom as soon as the sound had processed in his brain, not even giving himself the time to catch his breath before shouting her name and pulling the covers back slightly to get a good look at her.

“Aimi!” he said again, staring down at the beautiful woman lying in bed, still beautiful despite the look of pure pain twisted onto her face, the layers of hair covering the pillow in odd patterns and the fact that she was currently curled up like a new-born baby.

Eisuke hesitated a moment, his breathing still a little less than calm whilst Aimi let out another whimper, her face contorting even more.

“…What’s wrong?”. He sounded so concerned, but it was lost on poor Aimi, who could have sworn that she was currently feeling a sneak preview of death as she curled up more on the soft sheets.

Eisuke felt his panic spreading like a disease.

“Aimi, what is it?”.

“I’m on my period and it sucks!”. Her sudden shout surprised him, but he actually sighed with the relief that she definitely was not dying. He could have collapsed with joy!

An incoming weapon knocked him out of his thoughts, and he caught it expertly just in time, surprised that Aimi had just thrown a cushion at him in a sudden outburst.

She stared at him in exaggerated horror.

“Why the hell are you so pleased about that, exactly?!”.

“Because, Aimi,” he tried to reason, placing the offending cushion back down beside her head. He sighed. “I thought you were dying”.

“It feels like I’m dying!”.

“You’re not dying, Aimi”.

“If I say I’m dying, Eisuke,” she mocked, her anger momentarily causing her pain to subside. “Then I’m dying, alright?”.

Eisuke could only stare at her in a sort of embarrassed shock as she curled back up and turned away from him, clutching her stomach in agony that Eisuke would have done anything to soothe her of.

He didn’t mean to make her angry… he’s never really known quite what to do with her when it comes around to this dreadful time of the month.

Eisuke cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“…Can I help in any way?” he inquired.

Aimi’s voice was muffled by the cushion.

“It’d be great if you could use all that money you have to find a magical cure to period pain,” she suggested. “Since, you know, painkillers hate me today”.

He didn’t laugh, out of fear that she would bite his head off – he had no idea whether she was joking or not right now, and didn’t want to upset her. That was never his intention.

“…I’m sorry I can’t be of any use, Aimi”. In the silence that followed, Eisuke’s phone chose then to ring.

He removed it from his pocket and glanced down at the screen – he needed to take this.

Guilt clouded his expression as he looked back over at the woman he loved so much, and he hated the fact that he couldn’t help her right now.

“I have to take this,” he told her gently.

“Whatever,” came the muffled reply.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he tried reassuringly, but Aimi only clutched her stomach again, throwing the covers back over her in an act of defiance and saying nothing.

***

The sight of yet another crappy, not-made-by-Aimi coffee greeted Eisuke grumpily as he sat down to drink it in the penthouse lounge, completely alone.

With a heart-breaking sigh, he glanced out at the gorgeous view to find the threat of a sunset, and – as he had been doing all day – he thought again of Aimi.

She’s done nothing but lie in bed all day today, only giving one word answers and refusing to eat or drink, as if the pain has twisted her thoughts so much that she’s lost all rationality.

Eisuke’s eyes didn’t move from the setting sun.

“I can’t leave her like that,” he whispered to no one, setting the disgusting coffee down on the table with a light thud. “I promised her that I would make her happy, and so I will – always”.

A slow, deliberate grin formed across his already gorgeous features, and he strengthened his resolve with sudden eagerness, ideas formulating in his mind as to what he could do to make his fiancé smile before the day was out.

***

Aimi thought that maybe the pain in her tummy had been the culprit in waking her up so suddenly, but when she turned over accusingly, she realised that Eisuke – with those lovely brown eyes – was leaning over her, smoothing out her messy locks of hair and whispering her name in such a gentle voice that she could scarcely believe it.

“…Am I finally in the hallucination stage of pain?” she asked, only half-jokingly.

Her eyes were tired and there was no glow to her skin as she blinked up at him, but Eisuke only saw a goddess as he laughed somewhat gently, offering an explanation.

“I got you ice cream”. The words made Aimi’s eyes double in size, and Eisuke grinned happily at the sight of the lovely, familiar smile on her face. Then he went about removing his jacket, and then his shoes, and then his tie, watching her the entire time.

“Um…”. She attempted speech bravely whilst Eisuke climbed into bed beside her, finding the remote amongst the covers and switching the T.V on.

Aimi stared in shock as the box flickered to life, and Eisuke made quick work of finding a silly girly program that Aimi sometimes liked to watch.

What in the hell is he doing?! She thought, still not convinced that she was awake. She almost pinched herself to test the theory.

“Um, you don’t have to watch this, Eisuke-“.

“I want to watch it with you,” he replied, his voice so gentle. Aimi looked away in embarrassment, trying to collect her thoughts, whilst Eisuke reached to his side and felt around for the bowl of ice-cream that he had been so kind to prepare for the sleeping beauty.

“Here”. Aimi turned back around, almost out of her mind with surprise when she saw Eisuke, holding out a spoon close to her lips, a circle of chocolate ice-cream piled high in its centre, an expectant look on his face.

Aimi did not even attempt to not look completely and utterly confused as her fiancé stared back at her as though nothing was in the realms of extraordinary.

“…What are you doing?!”.

“I’m looking after you,” he replied, curt and completely no-nonsense. It should have sounded quite caring, but Aimi would laugh later at the all-business expression on his handsome face as he stared at her. “Hurry up, will you”.

Spurred on by Eisuke’s clear impatience, Aimi forced herself to forget pride and dignity and everything else she was to be throwing down the drain right now… and opened her mouth to except a bite of ice cream.

She didn’t look away in time, and caught the proud smile on his face, which added about ten more shades of deep red to her blush.

“How is it?” he asked, sounding oh so smug. She had to admit, the ice-cream was a nice touch.

“It’s…”. She nodded vaguely. “Surprising”. He let out a laugh, and Aimi didn’t dare look at him as she stole the bowl out of his hands, and the spoon, too, for that matter. “I can definitely feed myself, Eisuke”. It was supposed to sound strong, but her blush betrayed her still.

Eisuke rolled his eyes in a way that Aimi didn’t get to see.

She’s so stubborn.

He’s so strange.

Eisuke reached out for her, bringing her in close to his chest suddenly. She didn’t protest, but her eyes were wide when she finally came to rest against him, in her most favourite place in all the world.

He buried his face in her hair momentarily, as if the scent was keeping him alive, and asked a surprising question.

“Why is she wearing so much make-up?”. He was referring to the program he had put on for the two of them to watch. Aimi felt like laughing, but before she had the chance to answer his question… her trail of thoughts was cut off completely by the feel of Eisuke’s cold hands, coming up to caress her tummy.

She almost gasped at the cold sensation, those healing hands seeming to suck away the cramps and the aches as Eisuke rubbed soft circles into the bubbles of pain in her stomach.

This feels better than any hot water bottle ever could, she found herself thinking, her thoughts trailing off in a weird direction.

Instinctively, she leant into him some more, raising the spoon to her mouth for another bite of cold, cold ice cream, and then there were Eisuke’s hands and his presence and she almost forgot what time of month it was in that moment.

“…Are you feeling any better, now?”.

Aimi nodded, sure of it.

Thank God, Eisuke thought to himself, leaning his head down to press a kiss to her cheek, light as ever.

They lay there in silence for a few moments longer, and Eisuke seemed to be genuinely enjoying the program, from the seriousness evident in his expression, but Aimi’s thoughts were elsewhere.

He must have had so much to do today, she kept thinking, a frown causing her smile to fade. How much has he put off to be with me right now?

Sneaking a glance over at her man, she felt herself smile.

He’s being so sweet, too! Even though I was so mean to him earlier…

Turning in his arms very suddenly, Aimi sat up slightly to kiss him, their lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss that definitely did more than surprise Eisuke.

Once she pulled back slightly, he only blinked at her in shock, his eyes alight with wonder and less of that usual smugness. Aimi bit her lip and looked down at the white sheets underneath them, suddenly embarrassed.

“Thank you-“.

“I only did what I should have-“. But Aimi was dissatisfied with his nonchalance for now.

Leaning in to kiss him again, and for longer this time, when she pulled away she raised an eyebrow, daring him to argue, smiling despite herself.

“…Thank you,” she tried again, and this time, against his better judgement, Eisuke only ruffled her already messy hair and whispered “you’re welcome” against her lips.

Title: 180

n— a complete reversal in attitude or opinion.

Summary: When Kim Yoosung learn the truth, he went on a hunt to this person called Saeran

Note: I did mentioned that I was working on a story but this isn’t the one I was referring. This hit me so hard and I ended up typing it. Hope you guys like it~ It’s just a preview. I’m not done with it yet and I will be posting it on AO3 soon. 

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