There is well-known saying that if you love something, you should set it free and if it truly belongs to you it will return to you one day. But if you’ve ever found yourself in that situation and your love did not return, then you must let go of your sadness and move forward.
Letting them leave and move on with their life is the gift you gave to them.
Letting them go and moving on with your life is a gift you give to yourself.
“His hair is more accurate in this one.” “I know!” “It took three tries, I’m content now.” “Good, but I’m starting to think you like Redhead more than
me.” “So not true.” “Uh huh.” “Seriously.” “And besides, you’re a redhead again yourself.” “No need to worry.” “The truth shall set you free.” “Well if I’m going to be truthful then—” “
—When you first colored your hair I wanted to punch you in
the face.” “Whoaaa, why?” “I’m not certain, but I do remember being quite shocked and
upset.” “Since then I’ve never truly gotten used to you being blonde.” “Hmm..” “What?” “Oh, nothing.” “I just have the sudden urge to see if Walmart
has blue hair dye.” “I will not refrain from punching you a second time.” “Ha!” “Bring it.”
Epilogue: Don’t Leave Me Hanging (Headcanon KBTBB)
Fandom: Kissed by the baddest bidders Characters: Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota Summary:
More smut after the first round, if you haven’tread it here, please do as this is the epilogue. Trust me, you would wanna read that. Epilogue comes with a surprise bonus cux I love the bidders like you do ;)
Sorry if this is slightly longer and some are better than others. I’m a very visualize person, I write better with clear images in my head or in front of me. =P
“Please, Mr. Ichinomiya. Please uncuff me.” You beg eventually, he has already devoured you, being embarrassed is far too late now. “Round two it is then.” With a broad grin on his face, Eisuke covers your eyes with his tie. “Mr. Ichi…”
“Shhh….” Whispering to your ear as he sets you free, well your hands anyway. “Let’s move this somewhere else.” Wobbling with his hands supporting your waist, completely clueless of what’s next. It cannot get any worse, can it?
“Bend over.” Hearing his cold stern voice makes you uneasy, where are you? You freeze, not really sure if he’s serious or what. “Bend over!” Remembering how rough he’s moments ago, scare as hell, you simply obey.
Shaking from head to toe with nothing in sight, you can’t bare to imagine what Eisuke has planned. “Are you scared?” He asks, shuddering at the sound of his voice. “I haven’t had enough fun yet. You won’t be able to talk or think, it will be hard to even breathe.” A shiver runs down your spine as you bend over with your shaking hands and grip onto something cold and metallic.
Parting your butt cheeks once again and feeling his huge cock so close to both your swollen holes. You just had sex moments ago and could barely keep your feet together, just how did he manage another erection?
His bare chest firmly presses against your bare back, suddenly he grabs your chin and forces his tongue in your mouth as his fingers skillfully tease your entrance. Eisuke searches your wall in all directions, “Ahhh… Mr. Ich..”
He snaps your right butt cheek, “What should you be calling me?” You pant, extremely turn on. “Eisu… ke….more.. please.” You mutter. Rubbing his fingers against your clit faster, “Good girl, beg for it.”
At least you don’t have to look at your own reflection this time, losing yourself in ecstasy as your voice increase in volume. Topping up with his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin, driving you out of your mind. “More… please, Eisuke.. more.” Wiggling your hip along as you beg, he quickly pulls out his fingers, “You horny little slut."
can you suggest more games like mystic messenger or similar to it? i'd love to branch out and play more otome games.
The problem with this ask is, there really is nothing like MM. Because, I’m sure most of you mean gameplay wise and MM’s Game User Interface is very unique as well as its gameplay.
Most free-to-play otome games set you up with a ticketing system, that allows you to read 5 parts of a story for free per day. There is also a secondary points building system that you have to do on a regular basis because there are checks that you have to pass in the game. These points build up every hour.
If you don’t like that, there are pay games, but, just like their title suggests, you have to buy the whole route so you can play it.
I feel really really bad for those of you who got into otome games via MM because your expectation is set really high and there is nothing out there really like it.
I suggest taking a look at my recommendations page especially at the otome newbies one. Since there are a ton of free to play game out there, it’ll be nothing but a few days worth of free game play for you to decide if you like something or not.
the rain falls pitter patter on the grungy streets.
“funny,” namjoon says, as he pulls jimin to duck under an awning. “i thought they said it’d be sunny today.”
seokjin raises the cup to his lips and sips. he’d only ever had water to drink at the facility and not fresh water at that. but this was good.
“blueberry,” he murmurs to himself. “that’s a pretty word. blueberry latte.”
the door of the bell jingles and seokjin tells himself to calm down. that this is a happy, tinkly bell and not the loud, harsh one that called all the mutants to be gathered for their one meal of the day. seokjin thinks about the mutants in his facility that he’d set free. he hopes they’re doing well.
“you used to like blueberry lattes. want one?”
“yes, hyung.” there’s something strangely blank about the voice.
seokjin pays them no mind and continues to sip his latte.
“police are still searching for the mutant who destroyed the anyang mutant holding facility. we are checking records of the mutants held there and will get back to you when we have more information. thank you.“
"mom,” seokjin whispers in horror. “mom. mom why?”
his mother says nothing, looking ahead blankly.
“let’s go, boy,” the man holding him said. “to your new home.”
seokjin watches his mother all the way until they shove him into the back of a cargo truck. her face is set in stone and seokjin lowers his eyes in defeat as the cargo doors slam shut.
“you and jimin really like your blueberry lattes, don’t you?” the man beside him asks and seokjin jumps. “ah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says, smiling. “you’re pretty much a regular now here, aren’t you?”
beside him, a boy, probably jimin, nods at him, sipping on a straw of what seokjin assumes is the blueberry latte that they both enjoy. his eyes seem like voids and seokjin looks away, back to his own cup.
“they have delicious blueberry lattes,” seokjin says, cupping his drink in his hands. he likes that it’s warm. he hasn’t felt much warmth for much of his life.
the man frowns, as if in concern, and seokjin wonders if he’s said something wrong. perhaps he has. he’s never really talked to anyone.
“i need to leave now,” seokjin says, standing up smoothly. “it was nice to meet you.”
as seokjin leaves the shop, the rain starts falling again and seokjin wonders if the sky is crying the tears that he’s forgotten how to cry.
“why did you do that, hyung?” jimin asks as they return home, trying to take shelter every so often along various building awnings. “we never approach people.”
“i’m not sure,” namjoon says. “he just…looked kind of lost, i guess.”
jimin stares at him and namjoon sighs. “i don’t know. just…something about him, i guess. made me think we were kind of… similar.”
jimin looks away and nods. “i felt that too.”
jimin stares up at the sky, dark with clouds.
“nobody really knows where they’re going. we’re all similar in that way.”
seokjin wakes up to sirens around the dingy apartment building he’s been staying in.
“what’s going on?” the confused apartment residents are asking each other. none of them are the respected lot. prostitutes and drug dealers and petty criminals, all of them. not bad enough to die and not good enough to live. the police could be here for any of them, really.
but seokjin knows why they’re here.
“they’re here for me,” seokjin murmurs and the people around him turn to stare. “i – ”
“come on then, son,” sungmin says. he deals ecstasy from the floor beneath seokjin’s. “let’s get you out of here, boy.”
seokjin stares. “what?”
“you’re one of us,” nayeon smiles. she lives across from seokjin. her nighttime makeup is painted thick across her face and her dress is too short for the cold night air. “we don’t let our friends die.”
seokjin’s barely known them for a week at most.
“don’t dilly-dally, kid, let’s go. where did we put that…” sungmin mutters.
“i have it,” says wongbin, the pickpocket who lives next door to seokjin. “hold on one second.”
he disappears into his room and comes out with a pile of clothes in his arms.
it’s a police uniform.
sungmin winks. “we’re not newbies at this, kid.”
“quick, i’ll help you put it on,” nayeon says and she pushes him into wongbin’s room and shuts the door. “take off your jacket.”
seokjin hesitates for only a minute and then takes off his jacket, revealing the scars that stretch up and down his arms.
when nayeon turns around, seokjin looks away. he hears a sigh and then she’s gently guiding his face to look at him. “it’s okay seokjin-ah,” she says kindly. “even if we don’t have physical ones, everyone here has scars.”
seokjin says nothing and she smiles again. “alright. let’s get you gussied up.”
“but where did he go?” the police officer demands and nayeon scrunches her nose.
“where did who what?” she asks, slurring her words.
the police officer grits his teeth. “where did. the man. who lives. across from you. go.”
nayeon blows a cloud of smoke in his face and puts the cigarette back in her mouth. “oh that kid? dunno. we don’t poke our noses into other’s people’s business around here.”
as the police officer leaves to terrorize wongbin, nayeon turns to look out the window.
a lone silhouette separates himself from the crowd of swarming policemen and disappears into the night.
“good luck kid,” nayeon says softly. “you’re going to need it.”
he doesn’t know where to go.
seokjin darts quickly behind a tree and changes back into his civilian clothes, tucking the policeman uniform tightly under his arm.
he’s to leave it in a mailbox not too far from here so they can get it back and reuse it some other time. but after that, where does he go?
he hasn’t reached a conclusion by the time he gets to the mailbox except that he needs to leave the city. it’s not safe anymore.
he guesses he should return to the coffee shop first then. and get a blueberry latte for the road.
namjoon looks up when the bell tinkles.
“hey there!” he calls and the stranger from before looks at him, startled. namjoon blinks. whereas before, the stranger’s mind had seemed a peaceful sky, it was now stormy, thoughts tangled upon each other in a giant pile. namjoon frowns. “you okay?”
“i’m fine,” the stranger says and it’s a lie, namjoon knows, because the thoughts suddenly turn even more wild and tangled so that namjoon can’t decipher any of them.
“no, what’s wrong,” namjoon says, pushing out of his chair and going to stand in front of him. the stranger’s eyes hold a hint of panic and namjoon holds him with a hand on his wrist.
what do i tell him that i’m a mutant how do i lie i need to get out she knows i’m a mutant where do i go how do i
namjoon lets go in shock. “you’re a mutant?”
the stranger’s eyes flash and thunder rumbles, rain starting to fall, and namjoon opens his mouth in an ‘o’ of realization.
“you’re the – ”
the stranger tears his arm away and vanishes out the door.
“i’m a mutant,” seokjin says as nayeon finishes patting the uniform down. she freezes at his words, hands still on his chest. “i’m a mutant. that’s why they’re here. do you still want to help me?”
her hands shake a little as she pulls them back. “seokjin-ah…”
“if you take the uniform off, i’ll understand,” seokjin says.
his mother’s blank face and the view of the truck floor as he admits defeat.
“don’t be stupid, seokjin,” nayeon snaps. “i meant what i said. we take care of our own.”
“you’ re not a mutant,” seokjin says. “i’m not one of you.”
“my brother was one,” nayeon says. “he was – ” she breaks off and seokjin blinks in alarm.
“i – ”
nayeon throws her arms around seokjin’s waist and pulls him into a fierce hug.
“he didn’t make it,” she whispers. “so you have to seokjin.” she pulls back and her eyes are gleaming with unshed tears. “i couldn’t help him. but i’m going to help you. so don’t say things like that.”
seokjin only nods numbly. nayeon wipes at her eyes. “let’s go.”
what would his mother’s face have looked like if he’d raised his head just one last time?
the rain’s pelting down like bullets around him and if he wasn’t sure before, he’s sure now.
“fuck, this rain is – ” namjoon curses as he looks around. “where the fuck did he go?”
where do i go? what do i do? i’m a mutant. how do i survive? i’m a mutant. she said i had to make it. what do i do now?
“let’s go jimin,” namjoon yells and they both run down the street.
when he feels a hand on his wrist, seokjin snaps out of his thoughts and lashes out with an arm.
it’s the man from the coffee shop.
“listen, i’m a mutant too,” the man says in a rush and seokjin blinks. “both me and jimin. we can help you.”
the stranger shakes his head. “no, i have to leave town. they’re…they’re on to me. i can’t stay here.”
namjoon presses on, unsure why he’s so adamant. “we’re leaving too. for seoul. you can join us.”
jimin’s eyes are boring holes in his back but namjoon doesn’t care.
the stranger furrows his eyebrows. “why are you trying to help me?”
and namjoon doesn’t really know why either. “because we’re all mutants. let’s help each other out.”
the stranger shakes his head. “i can’t help you though.”
namjoon laughs. “you destroyed your own mutant facility. that power’s bound to come in handy somehow.” he holds out his hand and the stranger eyes it warily. “i’m namjoon. and you know jimin.”
the stranger takes it uncertainly. “seokjin.”
“so how about it?”
seokjin looks at the ground. “if…if it’s not too much trouble.”
“it’s fine,” namjoon says lightly. “since i asked.”
the three of them stand there awkwardly, not sure where to go from there.
“want some?” jimin asks softly and offers his coffee cup to seokjin. “blueberry latte.”
seokjin hasn’t smiled in a long time. can’t remember the last time he had. but something about that lone cup of blueberry latte, soaked from the rain, pulls the corners of his lips up.
“thank you,” seokjin says, taking it from jimin. he takes a sip. it’s delicious. jimin blinks solemnly at him with his eerily blank eyes.
he wishes he’d looked up one last time before the cargo doors had closed.
seokjin lays his head on the window of the bus that’s taking the three of them towards seoul. jimin is asleep on his shoulder and namjoon is sitting in front of him, head lolling backward as he snores.
the sky is so blue, seokjin thinks to himself, so this is what it feels like to be looking up.
Our words can carry a most heavy weight please think well before you set them free and if in fact you find your words are unkind you might be better served to let them be why you ask should you use them judiciously choose the ones you send with perspicacity or even pause to listen to an old fool like me your answer is terribly simple my friends because words can break hearts quite easily
not actually do that, you’re just messing with me,” Jude said in disbelief.
Connor was laughing so hard he couldn’t speak, so he just nodded.
his head. “Does Jordan know he’s an idiot?”
think he’s aware,” Connor replied, still laughing.
Connor had finished watching the movie and now they were sitting on the floor,
listening to the radio while talking and laughing. They’d almost drunk the beer
so they were mildly tipsy.
haven’t told me who’d pissed you off before I got here,” Connor said, raising
his head back and let out a grunt. “Do not even remind me. I was on the phone
with Kevin, from your baseball team.” His reply surprised Connor, why would
Jude talk to Kevin?
Connor asked nervously.
tilted his head and softly smiled at Connor’s confused expression. “’Cause Taylor
dumped him today. And since I’m her best friend, he thought I would convince her
to take him back. He practically begged me.” Jude snorted at the thought. “I
mean, why would I do that? I’m not the boss of Taylor, if she doesn’t want to
go out with him anymore, she won’t. Men and their entitlement issues, am I
nodded in agreement. He hung out with Kevin a couple of times at parties but he
didn’t know him very well. Now he thought he was probably better off.
song came on the radio and Connor started tapping along, meanwhile Jude just
rolled his eyes.
“Tell me you’re
not actually into One Direction,” Jude frowned.
finished his third – and last - beer and threw the can on the table. “This is a
good ass song, okay,” he replied defensively. “But for your information, no,
I’m not actually into One Direction.”
heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. I don’t know how I would’ve handled that,” he
joked. Connor chuckled softly.
of music are you into, then?” Jude asked curiously.
shrugged. “I like what I like.”
you like?” Jude pushed. He wouldn’t have taken his eyes off of Connor and the
boy had a feeling Jude wasn’t just asking about his taste in music.
Connor a while to respond, he’d been trying to come up with a good answer. Not with
the right answer, but with a good one. “I like Ed Sheeran and Dan + Shay,” he
scoffed. “Dan + Shay, huh? You really are the all-American boy, Stevens.”
lips curled into a soft smile. It was far from the truth and they both knew it.
“I fucking love Ed Sheeran, though,” Jude continued casually, which made Connor
laugh out loud. At least they had something in common, Connor thought.
been sitting there quietly for a few minutes when Connor suddenly broke the
silence. “My mom left when I was fourteen. She moved in with some guy in
Arizona,” he muttered.
head shot up but he didn’t say anything. He was waiting for Connor to continue.
closer to Jude and took the boy’s hand in his. He began playing with Jude’s
fingers as he talked. “She hardly ever calls and I only see her on my birthday
and at Christmas.” He moved on to Jude’s palm and started tracing it with his
fingers, which made Jude shiver. “It’s just me and my dad, and he’s not an easy
man to stick with. Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t actually love me, he just
loves the person he thinks I am. The jock. The star of the baseball team,” he
said ironically and sadly smiled to himself. “But that’s not who I am, not really.”
He glanced at Jude who was soaking everything up that Connor was saying. “It’s
just hard not having the kind of parents who you can count and rely on, who
love you unconditionally, you know?” His voice broke but he kept playing with
cleared his throat. “Yeah, I remember how that feels.”
tilted his head to look Jude in the eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in
a deep breath. “My mom died in a car accident caused by my dad when I was
little. He went to jail and there was no one to take us in so my sister,
Callie, and I went into foster care. We’d been in six different foster homes
before we got placed with my moms. For more than six years, it felt like nobody
wanted us. I’d never felt safe until Stef and Lena adopted us, not ever.”
go of Jude’s hand. He always felt stupid after talking about his feelings but
now…now he felt small and inadequate, too. “Now I feel like a douche for
complaining,” he whispered and turned away.
gently grabbed Connor’s face and turned his head so he could look him in the
eyes when he said what he wanted. “It’s not complaining, Connor. My mom died
but I know she loved me. But your mom decided to leave you and I think that’s
worse.” Connor swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “My dad wasn’t
around much when I was a kid but when he got out, he wanted to get us back. But
he realized we were better off with the Adams Fosters, so he signed his
parental rights away. He loved me that
much.” Connor’s eyes were burning but he fought his tears back. “Look, I know I
haven’t met your dad but he didn’t abandon you. Don’t give up on him yet,” Jude
forced a smile on his face and caressed Connor’s back.
closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. He let Jude stroke him while
he tried to gather himself. He didn’t seem to succeed.
hate me,” Connor mumbled.
stopped stroking Connor’s back. “Why will he hate you?” He questioned slightly
looked up at Jude and took a deep breath. “Because I’m gay,” he replied with a thin,
shaky voice. Until that moment, he’d only thought those words, he’d never said them
aloud before. He stood in front of a mirror multiple times but he just couldn’t
do it. He couldn’t do it until now.
noticed he held all the air in when he exhaled. He instinctively threw his arms
around Connor’s neck and hugged him tight. Connor hugged him back and buried
his face in the smaller boy’s neck.
gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Jude kept whispering those words in