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#jake gyllenhaal #road house #character: elwood dalton #movie: road house #(( vip: very important picture )) #(( the edits were made by me! ))

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pairing: lewis hamilton x Wolff!fem!reader

author’s note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that it’s my first story :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.

summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones though…

warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, masturbation(f), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, age-gap, praise kink, bit of choking.

Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.

Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just weren’t that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.

He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, he’d buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, he’d book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said you’d never get a tattoo, you didn’t think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldn’t resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.

Toto didn’t have a lot of rules for you. He always told you “Just don’t get yourself in jail, maybe.”. But the most important and unwritten rule was “never involve yourself with the young drivers.”.

He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis was your father’s most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.

Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.

The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldn’t take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin… That man was basically sex on legs. One of God’s finest pieces.

He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his boss’s daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.

Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.

And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day he’d see you as more than a friend and his boss’s daughter.

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It’s Friday night. Since you didn’t have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasn’t really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.

So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didn’t mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.

You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything that’s going on. How long have you been asleep for? “Suits” is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.

“Thought you’d never wake up.” He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.

“I’m so sorry, Lewis.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. “I didn’t mean to, lately I’ve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe it’s because of school, I don’t know. My schedule doesn’t really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.”

He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.

“You can sleep here if you want. It’s late, you’re obviously very tired. I don’t want you driving back home in this state.” He proposes.

“Yeah? I can?” You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.

He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.

“You know you can, bunny.”

Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, he’d always call you that. You found it cute.

“Okay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.” You say, getting up from the couch.

“Yeah, sure.”

You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.

“Got you a shirt and some pants. But I’m not sure the pants are gonna fit though. You’re… a lot smaller than me for sure.” He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. “Sorry.”

“No, Lewis. It’s all good.” You giggle, waving your arm lazily. “Thank you.”

You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.

Jesus.

“Good night.” He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.

With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.

Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.

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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.

Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.

“God dammit.” You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.

You could feel the faint smell of Lewis’s cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Labo’s Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didn’t help your current state.

You start wondering what he might be doing right now. He’s probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.

Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.

It wasn’t unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldn’t help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.

Maybe he’d whisper softly in your ear, call you “sweetheart”, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, he’d manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.

You don’t even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.

With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.

Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.

“Mm, fuck.” You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.

You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’d have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.

“Such a pretty pussy. U’re doing so good for me.” He’d praise.

The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and you’re working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You can’t believe you’re doing this in Lewis’s house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly don’t care enough about that right now, not when you’re so close to your orgasm.

“Mphh, Lewis…” You cry out, eyes shut.

As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.

After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic you’ve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?

Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?

Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.

With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldn’t imagine wearing them now, but you knew you’d never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.

“Fuck.”

Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewis’s t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.

The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but that’s just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you don’t run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.

“You almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?” He laughs, approaching you.

“Jesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, could’ve died right here on your kitchen floor.” You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.

“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again.” He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.

The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that you’re only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.

His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. “Was thirsty.”

He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldn’t look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.

You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, he’d rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.

“Why are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, he’s already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.

“N-no.” You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.

“No?” He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.

You couldn’t make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldn’t take it, so you hesitantly backed off.

A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He spoke again.

Well, the hunger disappeared, that’s for sure.

You shake your head then clear your throat. “Not hungry anymore. I think I’ll just go back to bed.”

“Hm.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a “good night” softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.

“Maybe this time you’ll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while you’re touching yourself.”

Your stomach drops. Maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. But there’s no way this was happening right now. This can’t be real.

You’re stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you can’t think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been asleep the whole time.”

He says nothing, and that worries you even more.

Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.

“No, you weren’t.” He spoke. “Come here.” He gestures with his hand.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.

“Please don’t tell dad.” You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.

He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.

“You think I’d tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?”

His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know…”

“What were you thinking about?”

You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. You’re not sure you heard him right.

“What?”

“I think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?” He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.

A whine almost escapes your mouth while you’re watching it happen. You’ve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously don’t know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.

“Y/n”

You snap out of it. “I-I don’t know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.” You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. “No need for that, bunny. It’s just me.” His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. “…Just us.”

Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.

Fuck it, you thought. It’s been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.

“I was thinking of you… Touching me.”

“Good girl. How was I touching you, hm?” The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.

You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still can’t believe this is happening.

“You look so good in my clothes…” He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.

“Mm… Lewis…” You whine pathetically, waiting for more.

“That’s what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?”

You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.

“Yes.” You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’re such a naughty girl…” He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.

His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you can’t help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.

“Shit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."

He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.

“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy.”

“Please.” You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.

Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.

Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.

“Yes… Just like that.” You manage to say.

He’s hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You can’t help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesn’t let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.

“Oh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.

He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think you’d never seen something hotter in your entire life.

“Look at you, baby… Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? You’re so fucking wet.” He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.

You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. You’re desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesn’t like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You don’t get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. You’re almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know you’re done for.

“That’s it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.”

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.

While you’re busy trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.

Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.

“N-no… too much!” You whimper, pushing his head back.

“Mm.” He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. He’s chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. “Such a sweet pussy. Sweetest I’ve ever had.” He praises.

You don’t say anything. Mostly because you can’t. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.

When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.

“Was it good, bunny?” A smirk creeps out on his face.

“Yes…” You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.

“Good…” He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.

You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.

“Fuck me, Lewis. I want it.”

The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isn’t the first time he’s rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime he’d see you, you’d have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driver’s room and touch himself. But he wasn’t only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasn’t the only one dreaming about having you. He wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.

Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.

How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way you’re always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.

Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasn’t sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasn’t gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.

Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and he’d changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?” His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.

When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.

“Please, Lewis… Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.” A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.

Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.

Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.

He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"It's so big..."

"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.

You shake your head timidly.

"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"

"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.

"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.

"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."

He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.

"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.

"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.

"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."

He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.

"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.

You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.

Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.

He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.

"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.

He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.

As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.

"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.

"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.

“Shit.” He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. “Thought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.”

His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.

“Y-you thought about me?” You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.

He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. “You have no idea.” He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.

The sounds in the room are intoxicating. It’s filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like there’s just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. It’s so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.

Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.

“You wanna cum, princess?” He asks, smirking down at you.

“Yes! Yes, please please don’t stop.” You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.

He’s quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.

“Come on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewis’s cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and it’s a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.

“Good girl. Did so good f’ me.” He coos, but doesn’t stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.

When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.

Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.

“Can’t. Please. Can’t.” You squirm underneath him.

“You can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.”

Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.

“Oh.” You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.

“Fuck.” He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. “Where do you want it, bunny?”

“Inside!” You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. “Want you to come inside me. Please.”

Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.

“Lewis… I think there’s something wrong. Feels different.” You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. Give me one more, yeah?” He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.

The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. You’re fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.

“Fuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.” You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.

With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.

You’ve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didn’t like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.

“Look at that. My girl squirted all over the place.”

You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.

“Why are you hiding? What’s wrong?” He chuckled, amused by the childish action.

“I… I’ve never done that before.”

“Did it feel good though?” He asked with a smug grin.

“Mhm…” You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.

He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.

You whine and he stops, looking back at you.

“Wait here for a second, hm? I’m going to draw you a bath.”

You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.

Few minutes later you’re both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.

Even though the silence is comfortable, you can’t help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didn’t necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldn’t judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldn’t be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldn’t just leave you in the dark like that. That wasn’t Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.

Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was actually wondering what were you thinking about.” You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?

He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.

You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. “I was just asking myself… what now, I guess.” You shrugged, with a heavy heart.

He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What do you want?”

You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. “I want you.”

“Then you have me. And you know I want you too. But it’s going to be a lot more complicated than that.” He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.

Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. “What I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isn’t healthy, but giving the circumstances, I don’t think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it won’t last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now that’s just the way things are.”

You take in his words. You know he is right. And you’ll take anything as long as it means that he’ll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But you’re so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?

“I know. And I understand.” You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.

When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

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[engeorged]

Let Me Tell You About Jackson

Artwork by @swolescruff

Words by @engeorged

Chapter One: Jackson

 

Let me tell you about Jackson. We’ve all met someone like him before. Usually hanging around in the VIP area at a nightclub, or in some private members club. At first glance you’ll be instantly drawn into his good looks and expensive clothes. If you manage to talk to him, you’ll be charmed by his wit and the attention he gives you. However after a few minutes you’ll notice him beginning to look through you at a hotter person behind you. Or he’ll say something slightly uncomfortable about his politics. He might even begin name dropping so that you know that he’s important, or assuredly mansplaining something you actually know more than him about. You get the picture. 

Jackson was the only child of two very wealthy overachieving parents. I wish I could say they were actually quite nice but they weren’t. Not that Jackson saw much of them. He was in private boarding school by the age of two, all the way through to being 18. He spent the winter with family friends skiing and the summer on yachts sailing round the world and usually looked after by nannies who lasted only a few weeks due to his dad hitting on them, or his mother actually hitting them. 

He was actually quite an average looking kid until he was about 18 when puberty hit and he suddenly won the gene lottery. Neither of his parents were especially attractive or tall and so it was a surprise to everyone when one day this fine specimen emerged from his spotty cocoon. He was tall and broad shouldered which framed his nicely muscled body well. Having played rugby all the way through secondary school he had gained some serious muscle tone. Thick arms and legs with a perfectly round ass and a defined eight pack. His dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes definitely turned a lot of heads and he very much knew it. Even his dark body hair was perfectly sculpted in all the right places, without use of creams or razor blades. Jackson was Hot. 

His love of rugby meant that he got a very unnecessary scholarship to Oxford university where, for want of any actual passions, he predictably studied classics. Looking at him, you would assume he was as dumb as he was arrogant, but he was unfortunately also very clever. He easily achieved a first class degree with honours. But that wasn’t really what he loved, it was rugby that was the real passion in his life and his natural height and physique meant he was actually pretty good at it. The team became to him the family that he never really had. Now don’t get me wrong, he definitely found belonging there, but in actual fact it wasn’t as sentimental as it sounds. He also managed to find the other thing he desperately wanted, which was a steady stream of gay and bicurious muscled studs to fuck. Being as hot as he was, there was no shortage of conquests for him. He had pretty much slept his way through all of the hunks on campus that had met his exacting standards. And then quite a few more. 

By the end of his three year degree he didn’t really have a sense of what he wanted to do with his life so he chose a masters degree at random from the prospectus and did that. It meant he could continue living in a beautiful city, in the beautiful apartment his parents had paid for, playing rugby and sleeping his way through the college. By the age of 26 he had racked up 3 masters degrees in totally random subjects and was working on a PhD.

If you’re wondering why I know so much about this walking gonad it’s because he is me! I am Jackson. And I’m writing this to tell you about the day everything changed. 

Chapter Two: Nagyifu

It was the summer of 2018 when I found myself on tour with the rugby team in the middle of Europe. I’d only really gone on the tour because I was desperately trying to sleep with the captain of the team. He was telling everyone he was straight but I knew better. He was way too good looking to be straight and I knew it was only a matter of time before he’d succumb to my charms. We were in Bulgaria or Hungary or somewhere at the time and to cut a long story very short, turns out he was in fact very gay but unfortunately also very clingy. I had avoided him for a few days but it was getting harder in such a small hotel and so I had escaped, looking for something to do. We’d had a pretty wild party the night before after a heavy game in the pouring rain and I was hung over, bloated from the beer we had consumed and my muscles were aching hard from the effort of the match. 

I decided I was in need of a massage and so I’d googled massage places and came across one, conveniently downtown, called ‘Nagyifu’. It was a bit confusing but the Trip Advisor page gave it the highest rating in town, and one of the reviews had talking about a ‘big happy ending’ and I was definitely up for that. The weather was appalling but I had managed to find the place in a really seedy part of town. To be totally honest I was happy with that. It meant I was probably not going to bump into anyone I knew and that the prospect of a happy ending seemed even more likely. 

I pushed through the beaded curtain of the doorway and went to the unmanned desk. I rang a bell and waited for someone to come greet me. The vibe of the place was surprisingly high end considering how rough the part of town was, and I was even more surprised to see the Greek God pushing his way from the back office. The guy was maybe 6 feet tall and even more stacked than I was. He was wearing an outfit of white linen which was slightly see through and I could see his impressive physique through it. I was definitely going to enjoy this massage. He greeted me, not in English and so I pulled out my phone and opened up google translate. I typed in that I wanted a massage, but when I pressed translate nothing happened. I seemed to be out of signal. We tried to communicate with each other but I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. I tried to indicate that I wanted a massage and that I was feeling bloated and hungover and he seemed to understand me. 

He escorted me to a side room, chattering away in Hungarian. He showed me a pile of towels and indicated that I should take my clothes off. I would have expected him to have left at this point but he just stood there politely with his large hairy hands clasped in front of him. I began disrobing anyway, assuming it was just the local norm for him to stay whilst this happened. To be totally honest I was hoping he caught a good glimpse of my body. I’ve nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, quite the opposite. I’ve already told you I’m pretty good looking, but I’m also very well endowed and honestly I used to really enjoy people's reactions to seeing him. (I promise I’m not as douchey now!). I stayed naked for a few moments longer than was actually necessary before wrapping a small towel around my waist. 

Chapter Three: Tomas

The masseuse, who’s name I think was Tomas, simply smiled and walked me through to the treatment room where he showed me to a rounded and tiled massage table built into the floor. As I lay down on the contoured surface I discovered that it was heated and as the warmth permeated my aching muscles, I instantly felt relaxed. Tomas came round the side of me and handed me a small metal cup full of what I assumed to be a herbal tea. I later now know that it was a sort of muscle relaxant, but more about that later. 

The whole environment put me at ease. Laying back on the bed, I felt like I had no cares in the world, let alone a clingy ex who was probably hunting for me as I lay there. As I finished the tea I could have easily fallen asleep, but Tomas came back and indicated that I should turn over. As expected, from his own muscled physique he had strong, firm and confident hands, and within minutes he was working out not only the tension in my own thick muscles, but also childhood traumas I wasn’t even aware of. I’d had plenty of massages in the past but this was next level magic. It was enough to make me believe in God!

Using a thick oil, he worked across my back and broad shoulders and all the way along my arms. My left shoulder always had tension in it after an injury but it now felt like I had a whole new arm! He even managed to massage tension out of my fingers. He shifted his attention to my tree trunk thighs, which were pretty sore from the game. I was beginning to think ahead to the big happy ending Trip Advisor had promised. If this guy's hands were doing this to my muscles I couldn’t wait to see what he was gonna do to the rest of me!

After he had finished on my thighs, he spent a little while on my feet and then moved back up to my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever had my ass massaged before but he really went to town on it. I was literally in heaven and he was only half way. He indicated for me to turn over and so I obliged. Honestly I would probably have done anything he asked of me right now!

As I turned I noticed he had wheeled in some sort of machine and left it next to the table. I was a little groggy from the massage but after a second I vaguely recognised it as a colonic irrigator. I’d had a few before at some luxury spas and so I was open to them. It was quite a lot bigger than I’d seen before but I just assumed it was an older model or something. The tubes seemed to be attached to the bed though or something so I couldn’t quite work it out but before I started worrying he began working on my chest. He spent a while on my meaty pecs, rubbing a thick oil into my hairy muscles. Unusually though he didn’t stop there, he kept going down to my stomach muscles. Normally in a massage they will do the pecs and shoulders and then move down to the upper thighs but I didn’t really think anything of it, I was so relaxed. He really began to work the muscles of my abdomen, rubbing loads more of the thick oil into them. At the ripe old age of 26 I was a bit thicker than I used to be. Not fat in any way but my narrow waist was a bit less narrow these days. My flat eight pack had given way to a thick defined six pack anyway. 

I think at some point I had fallen asleep but a low whirring woke me up. I glanced to the left and saw that the colonic machine had begun springing into life. I followed the tubes and saw that they fed into the bed at the side and as I looked I felt a pressure building in my ass. An opening in the bed had given way to the metal end of the tube which was gently pushing up into me. I panicked at first but the oil he had used was working as a lubricant and the head slipped up inside me easily. The tube was a lot bigger than I had remembered but then this was a system I had not experienced before, so I shrugged it off. I felt the familiar surge of water as the first flush entered me. It lasted about 20 seconds and I felt the machine begin to pull it out again. We cycled through a few more times and the warm water entered inside me and washed me out ready for the next, longer flush. Tomas moved to my head and began a deep scalp massage which sent me into an even more blissed out state. I guessed this was why I was on my back and not on my side and I just relaxed into it. 

Chapter Four: The Treatment

I awoke moments later to feel an intense pressure on my abdomen as if someone was pressing hard on me. I looked down and was confronted with a wall of hairy flesh. It took me a while to realise that what I was seeing was in fact my own skin. My belly had blown out several inches and was rounded out, filled with water. Whatever setting the colonic was on had filled me out without taking the waste water out. It looked like I had swallowed a basketball. I searched the room and found Tomas standing behind me smiling. This made me relax slightly as it mustn't have been a glitch in the system but I tried to indicate to him that it was uncomfortable. I wanted to show him but I found that I couldn't really move my arms. The effects of the tea and the massage had made me virtually immobile. I lay there with my stomach distended for a few moments, not really knowing what to do until I heard the welcome sound of the machine sucking the water back out. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw my abdomen deflating and watched the remaining contents flushed out through the transparent tube. The waste water was clear, so the colonic must have rinsed me out now and that just must have been the final flush. 

It was a few minutes until the water stopped which made me think about how much must have been up in there. The machine stopped whirring and I relaxed, feeling relieved that the pressure had dropped. Less than a few seconds later I heard the machine start up again and I once again felt the surge of water inside me. Glancing at the tubes, what was now going into me was a much darker thicker liquid and I could feel the change in consistency as it pushed it way into my now empty insides. As I looked down the muscled furry ridges of my stomach began to rise again, the definition beginning to disappear as I began to fill up with the fluid. Tomas said something in Hungarian which I didn't understand but his tone was calm so I just lay back and assumed it was some sort of treatment he was administering to me. I could feel my stomach expanding as the thick liquid began distending my normally flat abdomen. I was fully awake now and even though I couldn't really move I was very aware of the stretching of my belly. Within a few minutes I was back to the same size I was when I last woke up but the machine made no sound that it was stopping. The liquid kept coming and I could feel my skin stretching to accommodate the volume that was entering me. I could feel the pressure getting more and more intense as I quite literally blew up like a balloon. My belly now rounded way out, the machine began to sound like it was slowing down and began to beep slowly. Tomas jumped into action and instead of turning it off began covering my belly with more of the massage oil. As he began to work it in, at first gently, he began working the skin on my taut gut, pulling gently to the edges. The whole time this was happening the machine was continuing its gradual filling. My belly was getting rounder and rounder and tighter and tighter. At that point I thought I was going to burst, the machine let out three long beeps and stopped. I lay there totally engorged waiting for the machine to empty me back out. But that relief never came, instead Tomas just continued massaging my comically oversized belly. The pressure was intense but I have to admit I could feel it decreasing, whatever was in the oil was clearly helping him stretch out my belly. I became aware that that wasn’t the only thing that was engorged. I was rock hard underneath my towel. I’d like to say that it was just the liquid rushing past my prostate that caused that reaction but I have to admit I was very aroused at this point. I’m not sure what exactly was doing it for me, but I wasn’t hating it!

Chapter Five: The Big Happy Ending

I lay there for a while just feeling a whole range of emotions. In the main, my focus was on the incredible pressure that was currently overwhelming my belly. It was like simultaneously being pushed hard in the stomach, whilst somehow feeling as stuffed as a Christmas turkey in December. The skin on my belly looked taut and firm and in a lot of ways I desperately wanted to touch it but I couldn’t really move much still. 

My emotions were all over the place as well. I should have been a lot more panicked than I was but the overriding emotion was just the thrill of what was happening. I was surprised to realise how much I was enjoying this. It was probably the most alive I’d felt in a long while without hanging out the back of some random hot dude. I looked round to see where Tomas had gone and I saw him playing around with the colonic machine. I was momentarily disappointed as I thought that the liquid would soon be pulled out but as I looked I saw him switch a switch. I felt the tube move in my ass but nothing else changed. The pressure remained the same. 

As I looked down at my belly and back up at Tomas I saw him pull a new tube from the side of the machine.  It was clear and slightly more rigid that the other tubes and had a valve at the top end. As if in slow motion I saw Tomas pull the tube up to his mouth and take a deep breath. He wrapped his mouth round the tube and blew out hard and I felt his breath push itself into me. The thick liquid inside me made audible bubbling noises as he began to pump me up even further. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I felt my already loaded belly begin to distend even further. Before I could object Tomas took a second breath and blew that into the tube. Helpless, I watched as he continued to pump me up like a balloon. My belly was past ridiculous now and was beginning to expand not only forwards but also to the sides as my insides stretched to contain the additional air. 

I could see by the seventh breath that he was beginning to struggle. His cheeks puffed out as he turned slightly purple. With a lot of effort he managed two further blows and then stopped after the ninth. My belly was now totally maxed out. I’d come into the place a little puffy from beer but basically with washboard abs. After my treatment I was now looking pregnant with twin elephants. Lying back at an angle all I could see was my own flesh curving off in front of me. I had swollen up so much I was practically pinned underneath it. 

I was struggling to breathe at this point, but was beginning to regain the use of my arms. I tentatively reached out my fingertips to touch my own belly. The surface was warm but rigid. I was used to feeling my own firm muscles but this was something else. The skin was stretched tight, over a wall of solid contents. The liquid and air combo inside me was incredibly high pressure. I felt if I was too near anything sharp the whole place would go up. I didn’t really have the brain capacity to process what was going on, I simply lay there, too vast to move and too stunned to care. So this was my happy ending?

I noticed that as I breathed only my chest was moving up and down. My belly so distended it was not moving an inch. As I struggled for breath, bloated and I’m ashamed to say horny, my whole life flashed in front of me and I began to consider everything. 

Epilogue 

Why am I telling you this? I think it’s because of what happened following this experience. I’d gone through my whole life with everything handed to me. My parents wealth and my own good looks meant that people would do exactly what I wanted all the time. My experience in the Hungarian spa made me feel totally out of control and it changed me. Having someone else do that to me was somehow cathartic. In the months that followed I started taking responsibility for my own life. I finished up my PhD finally and started playing rugby semi professionally. But that did come second to my new job. I put my money and my brains to use and I opened a spa back in Oxford. A spa for spoiled rich kids who had more money than sense. I could give them the same experience that I had had but then I could help them through the emotions afterwards. It’s like a sensory deprivation tank but you’re filled with the water! 

And my chief masseuse? Turns out Tomas rather enjoyed his work! And by his work I mean me!

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

♤ His Burning Desire (JWY) [Pt.1] ♤

♡ Pairing : MafiaBoss!Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : That day, when he laid his eyes on her, there was a burning desire that arose in him, the desire to claim her as his own. And he was sure to do what he desired...

♡ Warnings : Angst, Smut, Fluff, kidnapping, torture, mentions of killing, obsessive and toxic behavior, Sadism, Non-con.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic.

♡ Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @atinyreads (comment or send in a request if you want to tagged in my posts)

Jung Wooyoung, the man known for his absolute cruelty, who was also crazy as hell, but the bad kind of crazy. Why? He loved getting blood on his hands.

His eyes tracked down every moment of yours, while being seated in his chair. The moment you set foot inside the bar, you instantly caught his eyes. He sat in his VIP seat, while his friends were drinking their lives out, his eyes always stayed on the dance floor, his eyes stayed on you.

You practically really needed a break, so going to a club, drinking and dancing with your friends without a care about this world was the first decision you made. There was no harm in it, right?

Wooyoung found you extremely perfect, the way you danced, the way you spoke to everyone, the way you looked so innocent yet sultry. He loved everything about you that night. He never felt this attracted to anyone but you, Why? Cause he felt the deep desire to taint you in every way possible the second he set his eyes on you.

Having enough of the drinking and stalking at the you like a creep, Wooyoung just stood up to walk out but not before saying goodbye to his friends. But apparently you were very intoxicated from all the drinking and definitely didn't see who you were about bump into. Your eyes were blurry and your mind wasn't thinking straight when you were being made to stand straight by the man you just bumped into.

You quickly rubbed your eyes and leaned in closer to look at the man, and your eyes widened while your cheeks heated up when you scanned his handsome features and the mole and his eye. "Damn you're really handsome" And you wanted the ground to swallow you after you realised what you just said.

Wooyoung just smirked at you while you quickly backed away and fixed your dress, not knowing what you just started. Oh how badly he wanted to ruin every part of you.

"Sir, Seo Y/n, born in the year 2003, in America, is an architecture student at Seoul University, who is currently doing her masters. She is also an orphan, because her parents died when she was 16 due to an attack on their house by some gangsters. She is currently living on her own, while she inherited her parents money." Wooyoung listened to his right hand man, Yeongjin, listing down the information he just got from all the research he did on the said girl.

Wooyoung listened carefully as he looked at the computer screen which showed the pictures taken of the said girl. "And her relationship status?" Wooyoung finally looked away from the screen as he eyed the man standing straight in front of him, "Yes sir, I was about to get there, she has not been in any relationship."

Wooyoung smirked at the new piece of information he just got, "So fucking innocent", Wooyoung told out loud before looking at his assistant, "Call Seonghwa hyung and tell him, I have something important to discuss with him and that he should meet me today at my mansion." Yeongjin nodded and left the room after bowing to him.

"You must be kidding me Jung Wooyoung!" Seonghwa set his cup down on the glass table as he screamed at his younger friend. "No I'm not." Wooyoung deadpanned as he was least fazed by Seonghwa yelling at him.

"This is one weird way of telling me you have lost your fucking mind. You really want to stalk some innocent girl when you have much more important works to do?" Wooyoung showed no emotion as he replied, "Yeah I know, and that's why you're gonna attend the meeting with Lee instead of me, while I do the stalking"

"You're insane for this, what are you gonna do later? Kidnap her? Force her to marry you?" "Actually now that you gave me the idea, I might as well do that Hyung." Wooyoung smirked at Seonghwa, making him roll his eyes, "Promise me one thing, you're still going to take your medication. I don't want your anger issues to hurt that poor girl, who knows what she got herself into."

Wooyoung set his glass down now, as he clenched his jaw, "Yeah". Wooyoung hated to be reminded of his anger issues, which was caused due to being in the mafia world from birth and having to take care of the mafia business from the age of 17 which also involved, dealing with grumpy old men who did nothing but disapprove of everything he did. Though the man was taking medications to cool down his anger issues, he just needed to get blood on his hands, he needed to see blood, he needed to feel the liquid flowing down his arms.

It was almost the end of the day at your college and you currently sat in your college library, planning the blue print of your project which was due next week. You got distracted by the feeling of someone's eyes on you but did not give it a thought yet again though you've had the feeling of being in a twilight zone for a three whole months.

You looked up to check the timing and realised it was already 7 and you should just probably leave. While walking back to your apartment, you could feel someone was behind you every step you took and it definitely creeped you out. You suddenly stopped and took a deep breath before turning around to find no one. It sends chills down your spine, though it wasn't very dark, it certainly was a very alarming hour for you to walk back to your apartment which is literally inside a very dark alley.

Wooyoung though, was having enough of just stalking you. He hated the fact that you never acknowledged his presence. He wanted nothing but to lay his hands on you, feel you, touch you, like his desire wanted him to. And he was sure to satisfy his desire today.

You opened the door of your apartment and were about to close the door, until a large hand stopped from doing so. You screeched out as you backed away from the door, and soon the door opened to reveal the man who looked somewhat familiar to you.

Wooyoung pinned you against the wall and held your hands above your head as he stared at you with his dark eyes, his face having that smirk. "Hey princess" "W-who are you?" Your voice barely came out as a whisper but Wooyoung managed to hear it, "Jung Wooyoung."

You instantly got yourself together and pushed him away with all the force, "Get out of my house!" Wooyoung clenched his jaw as he pinned you to the wall with much stronger force as his lips attached themselves to your neck. You tried hard to push him away but he just held your hands together in a tight grip as his lips sucked dark marks on your neck.

And before you knew it, you got hit with the holder of his gun and everything went black as you collapsed on him.

Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself sleeping on a king sized bed in a certainly very large bedroom. After recalling the past moments, your eyes widened. You quickly got out of the bed, and just as you were about to get to the door, it opened to reveal, Jung Wooyoung.

Your voice stopped at your throat as you looked at the man who stood there eyeing even the way you breathed. Before you could comprehend the things going on around you, you felt his hands on your waist, while his other hand travelled up to your cheeks. Suddenly, he grabbed your jaw in a tight grip making you look at his dark gaze.

"Listen here sweetheart, from now on, you belong here. You belong in my empire. You belong to me." He had his hell of a smirk on his face, while he had you pinned against the black wall. Your eyes glossed up with tears and your hand instantly came in contact with his cheek as you slapped him painfully hard across his face. He held his cheek and looked at you, and you felt something snapped in him as his eyes looked crazy as ever. "Trust me, sweetheart, you don't fucking know what you just got yourself into"

And suddenly his hand travelled up to hold your neck in a chokehold as he slammed your head against the wall. His lips attacked your neck, while his other hand came up to pin your hands above your head. Your eyes were now filled with tears as you tried hard to break free from hold.

His lips attached themselves to yours as he kissed you hard and rough. You were forced to kiss him back as you gave in, while his hands travelled down and ripped your shirt into two, revealing your bra to him. His hands caressed your bare waist as his kisses got rougher and wilder.

And suddenly you were turned and pushed against the wall by him. His hands roam around your body, making you moan out. "You're fucking mine" You felt him rip away your skirt from your body, leaving you with just your lace panties and bra.

You were suddenly pushed on the bed and as your back hit the mattress of the bed, you felt his leather belt being tied around your neck as he turned it into a leash. He hovered over you and pinned you against the bedpost, "You're going to fucking behave now, do not get on my nerves sweetheart"

And before you knew it, you were made to go on your hands and knees as he pulled on the belt, making you lounge back, your back coming in contact with his broad bare chest. He immediately pushed himself inside you, ramming his cock inside you at a fast pace.

His other hand came down to slap at the flesh of your ass as he correspondingly pulled at his belt while his cock abused your pussy. He definitely didn't prep you enough, and did not give you enough time to adjust to his size which caused a burning sensation at your hole. You bit on the sheets to try and hide your moans, but that was immediately stopped as he pulled on the belt making you lounge backwards as you let out loud moans.

"That is it, fucking get louder for me. Scream my name. You're mine do you get that?" He didn't give you time to respond as he thrust his cock inside you at a very harsher pace making you let out a scream. His hands come down to pinch and flick at your clit making you dig your nails into the palms of your hand.

He rubbed circles at your clit making you come all over his cock, and he gave you a certainly harsh slap on your pussy making you instantly come undone. He gives you a few harsh thrusts as he soon finishes inside you and releases his grip on the leash making you fall on the bed, completely worn out.

He pulled himself out and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I hope you fucking get it now. You're mine."

I hope this didn't disappoint anyone who was waiting for the series. I promise the story is going to go great later on.

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez CNC #ateez angst #yandere ateez #yandere ateez series #yandere! wooyoung #yandere!wooyoung #yandere! wooyoung smut #yandere! wooyoung imagines #yandere wooyoung #wooyoung smut #ateez imagines #ateez yandere series #ateez yandere imagines #yandere! ateez #ateez yandere #mafiaboss! wooyoung #mafia au #ateez mafia au #ateez yandere mafia au #wooyoung cnc smut #wooyoung #ateez jung wooyoung #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung angst #wooyoung angst imagines #wooyoung x reader smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n

[sannylity]

Artistic Director x Prostitute AU for Slimeriana.

Okay. You gotta hear me out. This sounds like the strangest pairing ever but, hear me out!!

Kind of NSFW.

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Mariana is a well-known artistic director for infamous plays like Las Nevadas and Karmaland on his repertoire. But he is also recognized for being so strict and picky with his talents.

Cue his biggest and most ambitious play yet, he seeks to find the perfect main protagonist, the perfect muse for the most important project of his life.

… And he fails. And fails.

Auditioners were too tall. Not enough sensuality. Not the face he pictures to play his muse. Can’t sing. No stage presence. Voice is too low. Voice is too sharp. Too pretty is boring. Not pretty enough to tempt an audience.

He fails some more and he grows frustrated.

Even his prized stars, Quackity and Vegetta, weren’t the right fit for what he’s looking for.

“You need to let loose, man.” Quackity tells him with a worried but impish smile. “And I think I know just the place to take the edge off.”

Quackity takes him to Los Casualones.

Mariana is not unfamiliar with sex, he has seen and done it all, so he doesn’t really find any interest in the dancers and the men in stockings waiting tables.

Until Quackity introduces him Charlie.

They don’t sit in front of the stage, Quackity doesn’t call over any of the dancers visible under the strobe lights of the dance floor.

Instead, Mariana is lead by a man named Max, the club owner, to a private quarters, the VIP room, is what they call it for modesty.

Max tells him to wait and Charlie will join him shortly.

Mariana sits and waits. Only because Quackity already paid and maybe he is a little pent up.

And then, Charlie…

Charlie enters the scene like a vision.

He’s wearing an olive green bunnysuit that contrast his unblemished pale skin, paired with green fishnet stockings and bunny ears folded over on one side. The cheap costume isn’t what Mariana is transfixed by.

“Mariana, is it?” Charlie’s voice isn’t too sharp and too low. “For once Quackity gave me a big man.” There’s a flirty lilt to his tone, a firm presence in the room.

Charlie approaches him in heels, just reaching under Mariana’s chin. Not too tall.

Tentative hands pressed into his sternum as something hot stirred in Mariana’s guts. He’s sensual.

And by all means is Charlie’s face is not boring. He doesn’t need the makeup to pull attention to his green eyes and red lips.

With faces inches apart, Mariana only had one thing on his mind.

“Could you sing for me?”

There’s a pause, a slight confusion that throws Charlie off in an adorable way, until the sultry playfulness returns to his angelic features, warm breath ghosting over Mariana’s lips.

“If you want me to be loud, you gotta work for it, honey.”

But that’s not what Mariana meant.

At least, not right now.

He needs to know. He has to know.

“I’ll pay you double of whatever amount you earn for the night, just sing me a song.” Mariana offered, sounding desperate—is desperate.

Charlie was not expecting the request. He’s not going to lie, from all the weird kinks and positions he has found himself in, this is the weirdest one yet.

But the handsome man posed a very tempting offer…

He chews on his lip, the first time in a while that he ever displayed a sense of insecurity.

“Are you sure you don’t want me down on my knees or your hand around my throat?”

Without breaking eye contact, Mariana fishes out his wallet and dumps all the money on the small coffee table beside them. It looks like it’s more than what was initially offered!

“Sing.”

So, Charlie did.

He sings him a song his mother used to sing to him. A soft lullaby from his childhood. What was once a happy memory tainted by a tragic funeral Charlie attended when he was sixteen. He sings like he’s still mourning, pouring his heart and soul and everything his body couldn’t offer.

Unbeknownst to Charlie, Mariana draws his conclusion.

He found the one.

He found his muse.

He thinks he’s a little in love.

In a hazy moment of pure lust and clarity, Mariana pulls Charlie by the neck and kisses him fully on the mouth, rudely cuts him off from finishing the rest of the song.

Mariana pulls back and Charlie is wide-eyed at Mariana looking at him like everything he’s ever wanted.

“I finally found you.”

#slimeriana #slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp shipping #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp mariana

[theflyingfeeling]

well said, Niko 👏

so I went to exit my emotions in Germany last weekend, details below:

we went to the shows in Berlin & Leipzig, with a VIP experience for the latter

and guyyyyyyyyssss let me tell you, BC really did not lie when they said we were there to Exit our Emotions 😩 the shows went straight to the very top of my personal BC shows list, the energy was amazing and all the new songs sounded incredible live, even the ones that weren't necessarily my #1 favourites, like Where's the Exit and Wolves in California. Especially the former sounds sooooooooooooooo good live 💖

and because I was there mainly to enjoy myself and to exit the fuck out of my stupid useless emotions, I barely took any videos or pictures (I never take pictures anyway, how do y'all manage to take such amazing shots at shows?!) despite having relatively good spots to do so. I kinda wish I had more so I could think back to the shows afterwards, but on the other hand I felt like I got way more out of the show when I put my undivided focus on it, and besides indoor shows are always challenging on that regard due to the flashing lights etc. and I felt like every time I was going to film the lighting was not appropriate so in the end I just couldn't bother 😅

I don't really have much else to report from Berlin other than that the venue was great, I had an excellent view and had the best time ever 🥰

not least because I met so many BC tumblr friends!! it was so nice seeing everyone, please come to the Nokia Arena show y'all, we'll be your host it's hocus pocus 🥺

and then there was Leipzig 🥴

I mean, this is my initial reaction immediately after it (written in my drafts):

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

but yeah, as you can see from this post, @exitemotions and I had bought some silly little gifts to give the guys (rock hand glass markers not pictured), and we were so incredibly chill about the whole thing, like, NO ONE has ever been as chill as we were in advance of the VIP experience, I'm tellin' ya 💅

(we were so chill in fact that when we came back to the hotel room afterwards, we noticed we had forgotten the ceiling light on. you know, because that's how chill and zen and calm we had been upon leaving for the venue 💅💅💅💅💅)

the acoustic set was fucking cute, almost like a little campfire hangout 🥺

about giving the gifts and having our pictures taken: I feel like I was working on some kind of autopilot and can barely remember much anything 🙃 which I'm kinda mad at myself about lol, but I guess the guys liked the gifts (Olli said the glass markers were important, as my foreword for them was that they'd no longer have to fight about which glass/cup was whose, and I remember Tommi saying that socks are always useful. the others are owners of feet as well, so I suppose they agree 🧦)

we had made all sorts of grand plans for our individual pictures with the band but ended up with having "regular" ones after all, because while there was no feeling of rush per se at the m&g, everything was still happening relatively fast and sort of in their own course, and if we had wanted to do any funny poses or whatever, we should've been faster and in a little...sharper mental state to ask for them 😂😭

but we were chill though, I promise 💅

(I'm just cringing at myself so hard because I look like a fucking teacher standing for a class photograph 😂💀 it's funnier if you know I'm actually a teacher lol)

during the show we were on 2-3 row because we kinda missed our cue to run and reserve our spots before the acoustic set. personally I blame Santeri the tour manager for this (and also the fact that there were so many people there who had already been to VIP on this tour before, so they knew what to do 🤷‍♀️ meanwhile we were just left standing like "...wat 🧍‍♂️")

the show was just as great as the Berlin one, I honestly can't put them in order because they were both amazing and really made me forget about my sad little life 🖤

Rock Band From Hell was also alright. the one with no shirt on was hot

Ghost Kid was cool too. the one with no shirt on was hot

...so hot in fact that I already fell in love with him at the Berlin gig, and so when we were on our way to the merch booth after the Leipzig show, we ran into him and I flirted chatted with him a bit and had my picture taken with him 🥰 he was soooooo sweet and funny and I hope he'll stay true to his promise and keep the thing I said to him ('the drummer of BC could never [swirl the drumstick in his fingers in between every beat like you do]') "just between you and me" 🤭

from the merch booth I bought the XOXO longsleeve which looks super nice (sadly the quality isn't as super though dfgdgdsdh)

the next day it was time to return home, and as @kraeuterhexchen was seeing me to my platform at the railway station, I broke into tears in the middle of an escalator and didn't stop crying until boarding my plane lol

it's just that I was really nervous about travelling back to the airport from Leipzig because I had two changes of trains and the horror stories I've heard of Deutsche Bahn always being late were only adding to it, and that stress somehow triggered some sort of emotional meltdown in me and I realised the trip that I had been waiting for 6 MONTHS was now ending?? there had been so much talk about how we'd "do this and that when we go to Berlin/Leipzig and see BC" and now it's all done and gone and ?????? how does one move on after that 😭

but mostly I've been crying about the gift I gave to Olli 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

some of you have already heard about this, but I had made Olli this pin cushion ring:

...because I wanted to "support his sewing hobby", as I told him then sdhfhdfhfhfh

he seemed to really appreciate it, and as I demonstrated how handy it was (because you can wear it and easily put the pins there while sewing instead of having to reach to a pin cushion further away on the table), he told me he only had this huge pin cushion ("a brick" he called it, the one you can see on this video), and aaaahhhhh I'M SO ANGRY AT MYSELF for not remembering much else or barely daring to even look at him to see his reaction 😭 I do remember he got very excited when he heard he was getting a sewing-related gift though ("yessss" he said, if my memory doesn't fail me too bad) 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I'm so sad I didn't even get a picture of him with it, because Joona the photographer was in the possession of my phone at that moment 😔 and I also forgot to tell him I had made it myself, though I believe it's self-evident. but, you know. still 😭

and the reason why I've been so emotional about it is because I had made the ring weeks ago already, shortly after the album release event, and since then I have admired it every day (because hellooooo is it not the cutest?!) and I had imagined all the scenarios in which I'd give it to him, what I'd say about it and how he'd react to it (I wondered if he'd even know what it was, but of course he immediately recognized it as a pin cushion when I showed it to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭), and yesterday it just suddenly hit me that when I'd be back home, the ring would no longer be there on my table for me to admire and hold in my hands, because Olli has it now? it's OLLI'S now, as intented, and yeah idk why but even now, two days later, I'm still literally crying about it as I'm writing this because I had grown strangely attached to that silly trinket and now I'll probably never see it again 🥺😭 (I guess I should just make one for myself too lol, my old one that I made almost 17 years ago is a wee bit shabby)

anyway, if anyone sees him, can you please tell him to take good care of it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the world's biggest thanks to everyone who I hung out with on this trip, but especially to @kraeuterhexchen whose stunning art I can now admire in calendar form on my kitchen wall every month of the year (yes I shall keep you updated):

...and to @another-sun the organizer extraordinaire, as well as to my travelling companion @exitemotions (thanks for all the laughs with a touch of chaos in between <3)

here's me with BC again, the only other picture that's not blurry af lol

in conclusion, 🎵 never again, never again 🎵

...until next time 👀

#gig reports by theflyingfeeling #was that even my tag idk #sorry for cutting that video short but i wanted to exit emotions 👋 #and sorry to disappoint anyone with whom i talked about that fun pose idea for my individual picture with the band 🙈 #but olli was already pocketing the thing (because i gave it to him (because he was reaching his hand towards it)) #so i was like welp there goes my chance ig #and i felt i had already wasted enough of their time lol (with all the other gifts + having pics taken together with @exitemotions)

[icedbatik]

VIP (Very Important Picture), @maljic

#Erik Karlsson #Jon Taglianetti #August 9 - 2023

[kiss-this]

Anon who asked a summary of Måneskin's recent interviews, under the cut there are a few :)

Che Tempo che Fa

It starts with compliments to the beauty and power of The Loneliest. Fabio Fazio is a big fan and comments that it is the first ballad in English, then they joke that it's the first time they have had sofas in their studio. Dami says hi to his mom and says something like, "Hey mum watch me!"

They start by talking about the fact that Måneskin are always around the world and that it must be difficult to realize what's going on. Dami says they actually have little time to realize what is happening but that they also manage to enjoy the moment, especially on big stages, like Rio and Coachella.

Fabio says Ethan has a philosophy, don't take things too seriously, Ethan confirms. Then they retrace the early days of the group's formation, how Thomas and Vic met in middle school, etc. and they also make a recap of all the nominations for future awards.

Speaking of The Loneliest Damiano clarifies, once again, that when he said that he risked dying while shooting the video he was joking, even if at the moment he'd been really afraid; then there is a dig at the headlines that are always too melodramatic.

After, Vic says that the reason for their success is mainly in their authenticity (she is almost voiceless, so she says she shouted too much on her sister's birthday the day before), Ethan adds that the music is cyclical and that's another reason why rock is coming back.

Fabio asks what they do in the evening when they are abroad. Damiano says Vic and Tom often party and Tom says they go around clubs and get to know the cities.

Later they also talk about the fact that they have had many experiences that have made them grow professionally but that they are still in their twenties. Speaking of the cliche 'sex drugs and rock and roll' Damiano jokes that he's always naked because it is hot on stage and that he's not the only one of the 4 to undress, but in the rest of the time he's just a normal guy (they show photos of him with Chili). He adds that the cliché about drugs is outdated and that out of respect for themselves and the public they have to put themselves in a position to always give 100%.

They also talk about how they chased after Shakira to take pictures with her, or that at the Cannes Film Festival, in a super chic evening Thomas took off his shirt and started dancing, so the security wanted to kick him out. Vic says that when they meet famous people they pretend to be calm, then as soon as they're alone they go wild and can't believe it really happened.

Fabio says that Måneskin are transgressive in a serious way, in the sense that they always say what they think and that they are not afraid to take sides, as in the case of the speech against Putin.

Always talking about the VIPs they met, Thomas says the craziest encounter for him was with Slash, Damiano says Keith Richards, for Vic it was Iggy Pop and Ethan tells about Dakota Johnson cooking eggs for them.

Then they remember all the tour dates and announce those in the stadiums in Rome and Milan. At the end there is a little joke with Luciana Littizzetto who is a comedian, Fabio asks the band to pretend to remember who Luciana is, but she's actually very famous in Italy (there is a person in the audience with a strange laugh, Damiano bursts out laughing and can't stop). When Luciana enters she jokes with Fabio and tells him to tattoo the line with which he usually launches the advst on his chest, instead of "Il Ballo della Vita". Vic instead asks him to take off his shirt.

RADIO 101

They start off by talking about the tour dates and how long they've been home over the last year. Vic says about one month in total. They are asked if they are anxious before an important concert, Dami Vic and Ethan make fun of Thomas who is the one who is sometimes nervous, like before Rock in Rio and Circo Massimo. Thomas says it depends on the situation, for example the first time they played The Loneliest in London it was very important to them so he was much more nervous.

Damiano says that of all the VIP meetings the most important was the one with Keith Richards who told them “I don't know who the fuck you are but they told me that you are good and that you actually play guitar, keep it up”.

They say they are always in such a hurry that since this summer they hardly even do the sound check before a concert, but still have no free time.

Speaking of the hardest audience to conquer, Thomas says it was very important to be able to conquer an audience made of rock fans, like at Rock 'em Ring or at the Stones concert. Vic jokes that sometimes when they ask the audience to crouch and then jump there are metalheads who just look at them in disgust and stand still with their arms crossed. Damiano also jokes about those people, because maybe to stay in the front row at Rock in Rio they have been there for three days, so he says in Roman 'pijatela bene', that means let yourself go, have fun. Then they add that conquering the smaller stages at festivals is really difficult.

Vic says that it's her fault if there's always pizza in the dressing rooms, because it's she who wants it and that they eat a little before the concerts and again after, while Damiano has a closed stomach and he doesn't eat, either before or after.

They ask him how they define success. They joke that the real success is to have a Lamborghini then more seriously that the most shocking thing is to have the crowd abroad singing songs in Italian, like in Chile, or to be recognized every three steps at Copa Cabana. Damiano says he felt like the Brazilian national team.

Thanks to Måneskin, many young people start playing an instrument while until a few years before they wanted to be DJs. Vic says that she started playing because she saw a Danish movie as a child and that therefore certain things can affect a whole life. Thomas says he really appreciates it when fans tell him they started playing guitar seeing him and remembers that when he started he was the 'weird' guy because playing an instrument was not common.

A parody with the music of Zitti e Buoni starts and instead of the original lyrics there are all the things the band has done in the last few months. They ask Måneskin when they realized they were really going to break through. Ethan says that it was when they saw Beggin climb to the top of all the charts. Also, Damiano says it was when they went to Jimmy Fallon for the second time.

They ask what they would do in an alternate universe if they weren't musicians. Damiano laughs, says he would be doing high school for the sixth time.

Talking about other musicians, Vic says they've wanted to see the Artic Monkeys for five years and they never manage.

They got asked if they have ever thought of switching roles. Ethan says it already happened when they did a cover of Seven Nations Army. Ethan played bass, Vic the guitar and Tom the drums. Damiano sang because he can't play anything and Thomas says they can't sing. Then they laugh because it was a disaster.

Someone else's songs they like to the point they'd have liked to be thier own are: Baby I'm Gonna Leave you for Tom, Ethan says Can't Stop by RHCP, Dami Dream On by Aerosmith and Vic's answer I cannot hear properly, sorry ^^'

Since Måneskin have won everything (and maybe they will sign up for Miss Italia), the radio awards them useless prizes. The band itself has to vote: the award for the stingiest goes to Tom. Everyone wants the prize for being the one who showers the most, but Vic says the other three always make fun of her saying she is the one who washes the least, but that's not true, and they enjoy embarrasing her with people just met (Dami and Tom high five behind her back). The prize for the one who wakes up later is a good match between Tom and Vic. The one who eats the most is still Thomas. The one who looks at the phone the most is Damiano. The one who always loses everything is Damiano again. The most messy is Thomas, but Dami says Vic's room is a safari. The one who gets the most bras on stage is Ethan. Strange things arrived on stage are mostly underwear and fetish stuff. Their best memory, for Dami is Sanremo: he still cannot explain how it was even possible.

RAI Radio 1

Thomas says that there is an alchemy between them and that their success has been a natural process even if it always takes a lot of effort and discipline, also because they are always in the spotlight and everything they do gets judged.

Damiano, however, comments that even knowing absolutely nothing about an artist contributes to idolizing people too much and it is not a healthy thing because in the end everyone is human and everyone has flaws.

The interviewer reminds them that a few days earlier Manuel Agnelli was there: he said that the great merit of Måneskin is that they manage the success they are getting, and above all that Måneskin have brought the attention of the public and record companies back to rock music played live, with real instruments, especially among young people. The band says it's a big responsibility but also a very nice thing.

Still citing Manuel Agnelli, who spoke of the "dictatorship of numbers", the guys say that they don't pay much attention to numbers, they don't really read the statistics and they don't even know how many gold records they have won. Thomas says fixating on numbers drives people crazy. Damiano adds that it's a fake feedback, that numbers matter, but they aren't the only important thing.

Speaking of seeing other people's concerts, Vic says they do it out of passion, because music is not just a job but a passion as well. Tom adds that their inspiration also comes from everyday life and normal things.

They ask a question each, they start with Ethan talking about the role of the drummer, who is often the wise man of the group because he has to dictate the timing. Ethan says that's the way it is and that since he started playing with others he has had to become more empathetic and understand how others interpreted time and music, because there has to be a dialogue between them, especially with the bass.

They ask Damiano how he manages his role as frontman, if he manages to calibrate what little narcissism it takes to be on the front line. Damiano says he never really asked himself this question. That since he's the one who can move without instruments it has always come naturally to him to accentuate the music with the movements of the body. They also ask him why he has clearly exposed himself against Putin when many artists prefer to remain silent. Damiano says that he's not only a singer but also a person free to express an opinion and that there are arguments that leave little room for interpretation, such as war.

With Vic they talk about the tradition of women playing bass, because there are many of them and therefore they ask how her passion for the instrument was born. Vic says she startedat school with classical guitar but she wasn't happy with it, so she started experimenting. The transition to bass came naturally the first time she played with an amp.

With Thomas they talk about the guitar in The Loneliest which recalls that of Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machines. Thomas says that he usually writes music instinctively, so while working on The Loneliest he used the pedal (that Morello is the pioneer of) and the music came out on its own, without voluntarily mentioning anyone.

Finally, quoting Vasco Rossi they speak of the feeling of loneliness that a musician can feel immediately after a concert. Vic says they don't have the time lately, but that when they were less famous it was often the case that they felt lost after a concert, not knowing what to do next.

#I bet this is full of typos #I'm in a bit of a hurry ^^' #Måneskin #interviews #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #che tempo che fa #Rai Radio 1 #Radio 101

[9w1ft]

I'm so upset. I need to pull back. It probably shouldn't be a big deal but I went through so many emotions getting this ticket. I thought I was never going to see her in concert. But honestly. At this point. If he ends up with there at mine, I think I would leave. It would ruin the whole thing. The music is what's real, Taylor. I'm coming to support that. To support YOU. And it honestly feels like a betrayal for the masquerade to extend to that. I wish you'd have known on the ticket. I wouldn't have put my savings in it.

maybe commiserating is the correct response and i am sorry that im taking it in a different direction because i get that sometimes that’s not what someone needs but if i can impart an idea, i think that if your heart is telling you to step back then by all means honor your heart and do so—and—if you find yourself returning or wanting to return, i think there might be a way of engaging with taylor that can work for you. i think it’s important to recognize that this has been a not ideal situation for sometime but to also recognize there are still good parts in here, and by good i mean that there are ways you can personally benefit from taylor’s work that will make your life better. and if you can recognize that there are parts that won’t ever work for you, and instead capture and focus in on the good parts that do, you can still become a better version of yourself through her work.

i used the word might because i recognize that the way we engage with public figures these days is a little bit different than in the past, i think, and by that i just mean that, i think more than ever we look to the public figures that we support as if they are extensions of our own conscience. in forming our identities growing up, i think more than ever people need an intense moral alignment with every last thing we decide to say that we enjoy, and there’s so much pressure, i think, to continuously curate and express what we enjoy to an infinite audience of people, in perpetuity.

i think it’s very hard to maintain this sort of consistency in one’s consumption and it’s so much work for very little benefit, and it can all be taken away from anyone in an instant. i just don’t think it’s any way to live, especially when i think it’s possible to just… let go of some things and allow yourself to pick and choose a little bit more.

i don’t say these things to invalidate your feelings and once again i’m sorry if it comes off insensitive.. i’ve been where you are. and i just hope that maybe, with a little tinkering of the way you utilize your time with taylor, there’s a way to make it work.

also on a more practical note.. i’m not sure if you’re there tonight or an upcoming night but, save for travis walking on stage, or you having a seat directly beside VIP, you’re really not going to notice or even think about who’s there at all. i just say this because, im about as crack of a detective as it gets when it comes to this meta narrative but even i get entirely swept up in the moment and forget to take pictures or check access points or look out for celebs or check twitter. it’s a concert and you’ll have the opportunity to scream and shout to 18 years of music that mean something to you, and i think you’ll get some good stuff out of it so, if you’re on the fence i’d say go anyway. i think it’ll be worth it.

#maybe to put it another way— you don’t have to let taylor ruin taylor for you

[oliviasecrets]

This is Life

Part I

Number 248 it’s your turn. Here thank you, oh okay I can do this it’s just another day pretending I can do it. As I entered the room my mindset changed drastically and put on my famous smile , hi I’m y/n I’m so excited for this opportunity thank you so much. It’s lovely to meet you y/n we’ve heard so much about you now for the important part we would like to see your walk please. As you prepared yourself to do your very known differ model walk one of the agents asked “sorry can we do it without the heels first” um yeah sure you said. As the music started playing in your head more specific maneares by Nelly Furtado, you stated to do your thing and in less than a minute you got the part! You finally did it a dream that seemed to good to be true. In just a couple of months your life change drastically you were now the it girl for Calvin Klein. Everything seems like the dream right what could go wrong.

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Good Morning Sunshine!!! Can you please get yourself together we have to be at time square in 2 hours. Your agent a close friend Liv stormed into you apartment screaming. Ugh hey yeah I’ll take a shower you can grab my phone order some bangles, and just to be sure I won’t be doing any press today right you asked scared of the answer. No honey just do some poses for the paparazzi and take some pictures with fans. Great thank Liv for everything you said with a very forced smile. Everything was going well until you got a very intriguing notification on your phone, @JackHarlow stared following you

HOLY SHIT you said out loud, now sitting on your bathroom stall taking everything in. Huh who would’ve thought that your teen crush would follow you back. Trying to remain calm while getting ready you couldn’t help but smile a lot which caught liv’s attention. What are you smiling about now don’t tell me there’s a boy or anything like that. You couldn’t help it but laugh a bit, actually yeah someone very special to me started following me on instagram, can I know who this someone is? Hmm promise not to do anything crazy if I tell you who he is? What ofc I only care about you and your surroundings so yes please tel me who. Okay okay it’s this rapper who you might have heard about his name is Jack Harlow, you didn’t face Liv only cause you could imagine her reaction. NO FUCKING WAY the Jack Harlow the one you cried about in our senior year of high school?! Yup that one should i say something a little hey what’s up or just let it be? Are you asking your friend or your agent honey. That broke your heart a bit suddenly everything clicked you were the new it girl and had to stay single and available for the media and the fans to love you. Um just forget I asked I forgot, a sad smile pressed on liv’s faces said it all, she got up to press a kiss on your hair and said it’s for your own good you know I love you and admire you but remover why we’re here it’s the price of fame.

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Y/N here please! Smile y/n to this camera, Y/N are you single who’s got you smiling like that.

One, two, three, breath was all you thought of when you walked on the small carpet on time square, you were promoting the new line of Calvin underwear with what else than a huge spectacular of you posing. Your younger would be so proud to be one of the few plus size models to have not just a spectacular but many many covers of magazines. Once you enter the vip area all you could think about was getting a very cold and wrong drink at the bar. As you approach the bartender you could feel something on your stomach like if something was going to happen, hey could I get a cosmopolitan please with one olive, sure thing coming right up. As you were waiting on your drink you felt a large and cold hand pressed on your lower back that made you turn around, and no one could have expected this but no other than Jack Harlow was smiling at you. Hey I’m Jack we haven’t meet probably but I’m fan of your work been following you for a bit. Holy fuck um hello yeah I know who you are also a big fan of your work as you probably greeted him by kissing his cheek. Huh I heard somewhere that latinas always greet like that, guess I’m in luck right. You looked deep into his ocean eyes and studied his cute curls that made him look so cute. Mind if we take a picture he said while grabbing your hand to lead the way to where the photographer was. All you could thing about was how good your kids would look very creepy from just formally meeting Jack. As he placed his hand on you lower hip you turn to look at him with love eyes and for your luck that was the picture that immediately went viral of course you didn’t know that until after the show was done but in that moment you forgot about everything. And yes even about why the number one rule of your life at the moment was no dating, no hookups, no relationships at any cost. Guess we’ll see where this goes now that that picture was in everyone’s instagram.

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Hii this is my first ever fic, just a heads up this story will contain some heartthrob like, #JackHarlowChris Evans, Henry Cavill, Travis Kelce, Drake, ASAP Rocky, and best for last Timothee Chalament

Thank you for reading hope you like it !

#jack harlow #fics #jack harlow x reader #chris evans #henry cavil x reader #plus size model #travis kelce #drakefic #timothee chalamet fanfiction #asap rocky

[peekaboo-icyou]

“Captured”

Pov:you get kidnapped by a dangerous mafia boss

The phone rings “hello, can you hear me?” “Yes boss” “good, I just wanted to check in with the special vip you have in the back of your car” “boss this isn’t even what my job is” “I understand this is a very..off topic job for you, your not very used to kidnapping, to be honest I’m not the biggest fan of kidnapping as you can tell, but the person your carrying is a very important person to me I just wanted to make sure your being super careful I don’t want to find a scratch or bruise on them, do you understand” “yes boss” “thank you Bruno I appreciate your work at such a late hour” he hangs up and looks at a picture of you he has on his desk “soon you’ll be home with me…but I understand you most likely will be angry with me which is understandable…I can almost imagine you here sitting beside me getting to know me…” he hears a car pull in and rushes out side “Bruno I see that you kept the cargo in tact” he checks your body “hmm not a scratch or bruise, you do,do remarkable work thank you, there will be a pay raise and a lot of free time on your hands for the next 2 weeks” he Carrie’s you inside, your still asleep “let’s get you into a nice seat for you to wake up in” and hour later you wake up you try to move but there’s chains on you the door starts to open you hear a small gasp “good morning..or good evening I should say” “w-where am I?…” “well your in your new home of course..oh right I haven’t introduced myself properly, I am Wilbur soot but you can call me Will, your future boyfriend and eventual husband, well I’m getting ahead of myself of course, I’ve had my eye on your for quite some time everything you do is enchanting to me, your talk, laugh, your kindness I’ve studied everything about you, I’ve truly fallen for you and I want you to fall for me, and we’ll of course there’s something in it for you, you can power anything you desire with me by your side and all I ask in return is your undying love I don’t want you to look at any one else but me” he smirks lovingly, he gets a call and sighs angrily and he answers it outside of the room your in, after a while he comes back in “we’ll darling it seems as some assholes have decided to do exactly what I said not to so I’m going to lead you to your new room and then I sadly have to leave but later tonight when I come back we can talk however long you want,ok?” “O-o-ok…” he leads you to your room and when you go inside it’s an exact replica of your room at home except the windows are made of bulletproof glass and everything is child proof so you can’t hurt your self, he taps your shoulder “I’ll be back in an hour or 2 darling ok?” He kisses your forehead you sniffle and flinch “shut did I make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry, I-I’ll just go bye!” He leaves for the next few weeks he brings you food and comes to talk to you but you haven’t been outside your room at all besides to use the bathroom but that’s still technically in your room, and you’ve been feeling sad because one of your favorite things is going outside, Wilbur noticed this immediately and has been trying to ask you what’s wrong without really asking, “darling you know if you ever need anything you can ask me…” he caresses your face, you’ve kinda warmed up to him so you lean into his touch, “I-I know” “so what’s wrong?” “Nothing…” “darling I know something is wrong if you tell me I’ll give you something in return, how that sound” you contemplate telling him and you decide to “I-it’s just I-I miss the outdoors….” He smiles happy your starting to open up to him “I can have something arranged if that’s what you’d like, I can have a small garden built for you, how’s that sound?” He smiles softly cupping your face in his hands “you don’t have to” “well I may not need to but I want to, whatever makes you happy makes me happy” you smile softly “there’s the face I love…so darling what do you want for dinner?” “Pancakes?” He chuckles “yes darling”

Please send requests for the mafia au

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt wilbur #mcyt x reader #mafia au

[mymoodwriting]

10.8k, alcohol, drunk behavior, tipsy, hungover, heartbreak, heartache, mentions of cheating, implied gang bang, implied orgy, smut, kidnapping, manipulation, blood, minor self harm, mentions of suicide

“I’m the Stealer.”

    You watched the performance, mildly interested, swirling a drink in your hand. It wasn’t a bad show, it was wonderful, but you were zoning out. This was your first night of vacation, having finally put in a request for time off and taking it despite your boss begging you to stay. You had gone pretty far from home, finding some fancy hotel to stay at, but none of the luxury really mattered, it was just about getting away. You were pulled back into the atmosphere when screams and applause filled the room, the performance coming to an end. You joined in, seeing all the boys on stage bow and then step off, going into the crowd.

    Many others gathered around them for pictures and autographs, treating them like celebrities. Perhaps they were around here, but to you they were just a group of performers. You finished your drink and went over to the bar. You weren’t exactly planning on getting drunk, you were here alone, but since your room was in the hotel above, there would be no problem getting a little tipsy. It had been so long since you’ve had a nice night of drinking, so this was a good way to start your vacation. As you were about to take a sip of your drink your phone vibrated, another call from work. They were clearly not understanding the point of your vacation.

“That seemed important.”

    You jumped a bit at the sudden company. You looked over to see a gentleman leaning against the bar, giving you a polite smile. It took a second but going by the outfit, and the bit of glow to him, he was one of the performers.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure though? Ignoring a call from work is hardly a good thing.”

“It is when you’re on vacation.”

“Ah, they’re not supposed to be calling right now, huh?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why are they?”

“I don’t know, don’t care. It’s not my problem right now.”

“True. Then to celebrate, can I buy you a drink?”

“Thanks, but I’m good.”

“Oh… well did you enjoy the show?”

“Yeah, you guys are good.”

“Good?”

“I… did you want a different response? I honestly didn’t pay too much attention, sorry… I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Ah, right… well… cool… cool…”

    The boy slowly backed away and left, leaving you perplexed. You weren’t sure how he expected that conversation to go down, but you didn’t care. You may be on vacation, but you weren’t looking for a hookup or something, just some peace of mind and rest. Moments later you saw someone else approaching you out of the corner of your eye, although you didn’t react, just letting them get near and getting ready to see where this went. It was another boy from the group that had just performed.

“Hello.”

“Uh… hi…”

“Hi. I wanted to apologize for one of my boys.”

“What?”

“The boy who had just talked to you a few moments ago, Eric. I’m sorry about his behavior, he can be-”

“He wasn’t rude or anything, just… weird.”

“Oh. Well that’s a relief to hear. Let me properly introduce myself then.” He held out his hand. “I’m Sangyeon, the leader of the Stealers.”

“Ah, so that’s the group name.” You shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And what would be your lovely name?”

“Y/n.”

“A pleasure. Did you enjoy the show?”

“It was nice, you guys are very talented.”

“Thank you. Are you drinking alone?”

“Yup.”

“Would you like to join me and my boys in the VIP lounge?”

“Ah… well…”

“Hold on, that came out wrong. My group is in the VIP area with other guests from the venue here, would you like to join us? Drinks are free over there.”

“Uh…”

“You don’t have, just wanted to make the offer.”

“No, no… that sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind joining you guys.”

“Excellent. Come with me please.”

    Free drinks would make the night more enjoyable, and it wouldn’t be smart to turn them down. Besides, you probably wouldn’t get to be in the VIP area otherwise. This was your vacation, you should make the most of every opportunity. You followed Sangyeon over to the VIP area, hiding the content smile that appeared on your lips as the velvet rope was moved aside to let you enter.

“You don’t have to socialize with me and my boys, but we’ll be over there if you want to join us.”

“Thanks.”

“Enjoy your night.”

    The first thing you wanted to get your hands on was a top shelf drink, and my goodness did it taste good. Now you really felt like this was a vacation. You lounged for a while by the bar, enjoying your drink when laughter caught your attention. There were a bunch of people hanging around with the Stealers, seeming to be having a lot of fun. You should make the most of your night too, so why not hang out with the local celebrities. You were a bit awkward going over to one of the tables, unsure of how to get involved, but you didn’t have to worry.

“Hey, do you-”

“Eric, right?”

“Yes. I really should apologize for earlier, that was very… rude of me.”

“It was weird, but apology accepted.”

“Thank you, thank you. I’m glad you came over, please sit.”

    Eric got you into a booth, and you greeted the other boy before Eric started talking to you. He asked about your work, and what you did for a living. You were a manager for a decent sized fashion brand, mostly focusing on planning out events and showcases.

“Wow, that’s awesome.”

“It has its ups and downs. Overall it’s a lot of talking with a lot of different people.”

“You must be good at your job to do something like that.”

“I suppose.”

“So, what’s your vacation plan? Are you here to sightsee?”

“I’m not sure. I just want to relax and-” Your phone buzzed again, and you ignored it. “Sorry.”

“You must be very important if they keep trying to reach you.”

“I’m not entirely sure it’s work…”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You can talk to me. We’re practically two strangers here, it’s the perfect opportunity to vent.”

“Uh…”

“No judgment.”

“Hm…” You sighed. “This was supposed to be a week-long vacation with my boyfriend… to celebrate our five year anniversary…”

“Oh… what happened? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I… I caught him with someone else. I wanted to surprise him with the trip and went home early… only to find another woman in bed with him…”

“I’m so sorry.”

    You were usually better composed, but talking about this made your chest tighten up and you started sobbing. Eric didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug, gently rubbing your back. You didn’t cry for too long, not wanting to be such an embarrassment like this in public.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“No, no, you’re alright. Heartbreak like that… it can cut deep.”

“I just feel so… pathetic… I loved him so much… but I wasn’t enough for him…”

    Your phone buzzed again and you nearly threw it across the room but Eric caught your hand. He took your phone and shut it off, setting it down away from you. He had you take a few deep breaths with him.

“Sorry…”

“You gotta let yourself feel this heartbreak if you really wanna move on.”

“Yeah… I just wish everyone would stop asking me if I’m okay… cause I don’t know…”

“So you’re here to just…”

“I don’t know, get away and ignore everything… I don’t wanna think about him, or work, or anything really.”

“Well, then here’s to just enjoying the moment.”

“To the moment.”

    You clinked your glasses together and downed your drinks. You both shared a smile, and you could tell tonight would be well spent. More drinks, and dancing, and just chatting it up with celebrities. If your life had gone to plan you wouldn’t be here right now, and looking back you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

❤

“Fuck…”

    You groaned and grabbed your head as you began to wake, that hangover feeling creeping in. You got out of bed, stumbling out of your bedroom, although as you stepped out you realized this wasn’t your hotel suite. The decorations and lay out told you this was still the hotel you were staying at, but this was definitely not your room. When you stepped out the first thing you noticed were some other women around, getting dressed and talking about the most amazing night of their life. 

    You looked down at yourself, finding you were dressed in an oversized hoodie, no bra underneath, and wearing shorts that definitely weren’t yours or fit properly without tying the string. There were a million questions running through your mind, but you knew one thing for sure, you had to leave. Trying to run though was a bad idea. After a bit you had to stop over the dizzy feeling, starting to feel sick as well. Even if last night’s events were hazy, you were sure it involved a lot of alcohol. Now that the adrenaline of shock and confusion was wearing off, the hangover was settling in. You swear you were about to hurle on the floor when someone handed you a trash can.

“There you go.”

    You threw up, feeling a bit better about not ruining the floor, and also just in general. After that had passed you found someone wiping your face clean, and another getting you to drink some water. You really just gurgled it in your mouth before spitting it out, already feeling much cleaner.

“You okay?”

“I think…”

    You looked at the two boys with you, seeing that Eric was still around, and he brought along his friend, Sunwoo if you remembered correctly. Sunwoo merely offered you a smile, taking the trash can with him and heading off.

“I can ask room service for some killer hangover-”

“I should get going.”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t mean to intrude on your party last night… or participate and-”

“Oh we didn’t do anything to you I swear.”

“I… what happened last night?”

“Uh, well, you had a lot to drink, we all did really. As morning approached we couldn’t stay down in the hotel club so we decided to come up here to keep the party going. You came along, as did others. More drinks and some… other activities ensued, but you didn’t participate in anything, you didn’t want to. Don’t know when, but Juyeon said you undressed and put on some of our stuff and went to bed, I guess you thought you were in your room.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

“You’re fine. We were all pretty messed up. One of us checked on you regularly and made sure you wouldn’t choke on your own vomit. I was worried just now when you weren’t in bed.”

“Ah… I see… well thanks so much for last night, I’m sure I had fun.”

“We all did.”

“Yeah. So I’ll get going now, thank-”

“Are you sure? I thought maybe you’d want to have breakfast with us? Not the whole party from last night, but just us guys.”

“Uh… well…”

“You said you came to enjoy your vacation and forget what happened. The best way to do that is to not be alone. We can show you around and make sure you do have a good time.”

“…”

“You don’t have to of course. I just thought I’d make the offer. At least join us for breakfast. We know a great place a few blocks down from here.”

“Breakfast sounds nice.”

    Since everyone needed to get ready you went down to your own hotel room and cleaned up, meeting them all down in the lobby an hour later. They were glad to have you join them, all of you walking out into the streets. The morning sun and cool breeze greeting you, already setting up the mood for a nice day. You came to a restaurant, being led to a private room, each of you ordering something along with other dishes to share. It was a delicious breakfast and you didn’t even think to go back to your hotel room alone. So you spent the day with the Stealers, seeing the city and enjoying yourself. It was easy to forget your troubles and live in the moment. Of course as the evening came the boys had to excuse themselves.

“You’re performing again?”

“Yeah.” Sangyeon responded. “We have a contract with the hotel. We’ve been performing all week, and we have two shows left.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty cool.”

“Wanna come with?” Juyeon asked. “It’d be fun.”

“Come with? Where?”

“Backstage and all that, can she, hyung?”

“If she wants.” Sangyeon offered you a smile. “Do you want to?”

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to of course. It might be a bit boring to see us warming up our vocals and stretching and getting makeup and all that.”

“Well… I wouldn’t mind. If it’s alright I go up and freshen up first.”

“That’s no problem. We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah.”

    You didn’t really want to be alone, besides, seeing how a group like them prepares before a show seems like a rare opportunity you shouldn’t let go to waste. You took a shower and dressed into something comfortable and nice for the night before heading back down. Although at the moment you wished you had one of their numbers cause you had no idea how you’d get backstage. Thankfully you figured it out, asking one of the guards if they had been told you were supposed to be backstage with the Stealers. They had one of the boys come up, Changmin, to confirm you were allowed backstage, and he led you to the others.

    You had expected some makeup artists or stylists to be helping them get ready, but they were doing it all themselves. You were actually pretty amazed, sitting on the couch in the room and being offered some snacks. Although you did look away when they changed clothes, not wanting to intrude. They teased you about that but you were going to be respectful about that. Kevin offered to do your makeup, saying he really wanted to doll you up. You had always done your own, so this would be a fun experience. He had you sit over by the mirror. As he did your makeup he and others began their vocal warm ups. They sounded great and you felt a bit bad for not paying attention last night.

“So, are you guys a traveling show?”

“Pretty much.” Hyunjae answered. “Although after this we’re gonna go back home and rest.”

“Ah, that’s good. Maybe I can hire you guys for an event in the future.”

“We are very expensive, baby.”

“My company could afford you.”

“You’re gonna go back there?” Eric questioned. “After everything?”

“I… well, what else am I supposed to do? I have bills to pay. I’m only here to get away and try to relax, taking a much needed vacation.”

“But wouldn’t it be pointless if you returned to the same thing?” Chanhee said. “The same stress and problems awaiting you.”

“Easy. I’ll figure things out. Once you guys are gone I’ll have time to think about my future. You don’t have to worry about me, but I appreciate it.”

“If you say so.”

“Close your eyes for me now.” Kevin asked. 

“Alright.”

“Kevin.“ Sangyeon warned.

“Alright… after this I’ll be done.”

    It was some simple makeup but you felt really pretty afterwards. You thanked Kevin for his work, letting him get to his warm ups for tonight. Just before the show began you thought of going out but they told you to stay backstage and enjoy the show from there. It was another rare experience so you thought it would be fun. You watched them dance from the side, your eyes meeting them on occasion. It was a wonderful show, and you felt bad that you hadn’t appreciated it all last night.

    After the show, just like before, they went into the crowds to greet adoring fans. Jacob came over to get you, wanting you to join them while they said hello and then come along to the VIP area for drinks. You didn’t have so much this time around, wanting to enjoy the company and the music. As it got late you thought of going up to your room and turning in for the night, but the boys insisted you stay and go up to their place for a continuation of the after show. The way Sunwoo and Haknyeon begged was so cute you couldn’t say no. At least this time you’d be sober enough to remember the night.

    You got yourself some soda, enjoying the skyline view at night. Music was playing and you could hear laughter and conversations going on, but you were fine where you were. After a moment Changmin joined you. He asked if you were alright since you weren’t socializing. You assured him you were fine, simply enjoying the view and thinking about what to do with yourself. He said no matter what happened you’d be alright, and if they could help you in any way they’d be happy to. You thanked him just as another girl pulled him away, clearly wanting his attention. After a while hands wrapped around your waist surprising you.

“It’s a nice view, isn’t it?”

    You were startled at first, but seeing Younghoon put you at ease. He rested his chin on your shoulder, staring out at the city.

“Yeah. Not something I enjoy often.”

“It’s good to slow down and just live in the moment.”

“Hm…”

“You must have a lot on your mind.”

“Yeah…”

“If you wanna step away from everything, we can go talk somewhere.”

“I shouldn’t burden you with my issues.”

“But it would be good to vent.” 

“Perhaps…”

    It was late and you were in a slight mood to just talk, so you took Younghoon up on his offer. He took your hand and led you to the farthest room from the party, the noise becoming a very low hum in the background. You both just made yourself comfortable. You sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard with your drink, Younghoon laying down on the foot of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a bit awkward at first, but he had no problem breaking the ice.

“What were your plans?”

“About what?”

“This vacation. What did you originally want out of it?”

“I… I just wanted to be with him…”

“Your ex?”

“Yeah… I’m always so busy with work, and lately it felt like we barely spent time together.” You began. “Our anniversary was coming up and I wanted to celebrate, to let him know I was still… in love… I guess it’s my fault.”

“What is?”

“Him cheating… I wasn’t around and-”

“That’s not on you. Work was keeping you so busy, and instead of checking on you, making sure you were alright, he found some trash to mess around with. You can’t take responsibility for his actions.”

“But if I-”

“If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated. It’s that simple and you know it.”

“…”

“Uh… sorry… that might have been… you’re the one who’s supposed to be venting…”

    Younghoon noticed you had started sobbing. He was right, and you just didn’t want to see it until now. Even if you felt like this was your fault for not prioritizing him and your relationship, he made the choice to get with someone else, in your own home of all places. Now you were out here all by yourself trying to act like you were okay, but you were far from it. Younghoon was spilling out apologies, not having meant for you to cry. He carefully made his way over to you, trying to help you, but ultimately just pulling you in for a hug. You cried into his chest for a while, just letting everything out until your throat was dry and burning, and you had run out of tears.

“I’m sorry… we were supposed to talk…”

“I expected tears at some point.”

“That makes sense…”

“Let me get you some water and tissues.”

“Sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s fine.”

    Younghoon got you a glass of water, handing you a tissue box as well. Without saying anything he took off his shirt. You choked on the water, catching a glimpse of his physique before turning away. That’s how you found out this was his room, hearing him search the drawers and getting another shirt on.

“You could look, I don’t mind.”

“I’m good…”

“Well, since you’ve let that all out… how do you feel?”

“Better…”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, after five years if he could do something like that… I guess he didn’t love me as much as I thought…”

“At least you weren’t engaged.”

“Yeah… I dodged a bullet… so, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Hm… I can’t say I have. Love is… complicated for me.”

“It’s complicated for everyone… in their own way…”

“You’ll be better off, promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Sure I can.”

“I wish I could have your levels of optimism.”

“Well, it might rub off on you.”

    Younghoon crawled onto the bed, laying down at your side. You were still sniffling, a scrunched up tissue in hand. Your mind was wallowing in the past, thinking about the good and the bad. It all hurt, and you didn’t notice Younghoon slowly moving closer to you until he was resting his head in your lap. You noticed him when a hand reached up to caress your face.

“You’re so beautiful.”

    You stared down at Younghoon, not entirely sure this was happening. He merely stared at you with a smile, a sense of calm and happiness swimming in the atmosphere.

“Do you need help with that broken heart?”

    You weren’t processing things anymore, so you didn’t think much of Younghoon as he sat up and leaned in closer to you. Not until his lips pressed against yours, breaking you out of your haze. At first you didn’t react, unsure if this was happening, but your subconscious seemed to understand the situation before you did. You placed a hand on Younghoon’s chest and slowly pushed him away, not saying anything at first. Neither of you moved, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. After a second you simply got up and grabbed your things.

“Y/n-”

“I have to go.”

    You stepped out of the room, the sounds of the party around you seeping to the forefront. You only took a moment before you started making your way out of the suite, ignoring everyone you passed by. Thankfully you made it out without drawing attention. You hurried back to your room, finally releasing the breath you had been holding in. Your hand gently reached up to touch your lips. You still couldn’t believe he had kissed you, and you had no idea what to do with that. You thought to get into the shower and get your mind off things. At least you were clean, but you were still thinking about the kiss.

    It felt wrong. You just had the worst break up of your life, and you weren’t sure you could move on so soon. A one night stand was out of the question too. Tears began to slide down your cheek. You felt like you weren’t worthy of someone else’s affection, and you wouldn’t consider a kiss from some celebrity as anything real. You had spilled your troubles to them, so they probably thought you were an easy target. They kept inviting you to their after party shenanigans, being gentlemen so far but tonight. There was an attempt, but you couldn’t think of doing those kinds of things.

    You turned on the TV and got some snacks, trying to get your mind off those things. To a degree it worked, and you ended up falling asleep on the couch. You had no alarms set, since you had nothing to do, but when morning approached there was a knock at the door. It continued, letting you know you weren’t just imagining things, and you groggily got out of bed. You didn’t even check to see who it was before opening the door. You were wide awake then, seeing all the boys standing before you. For a moment you thought to close the door, but then they were shoving Younghoon to the front. He seemed nervous and couldn’t really meet your eyes.

“I… about last night… I’m sorry…” Younghoon slowly lifted his head. “I’m sorry about my behavior. I’m not gonna blame it on the alcohol or something. I didn’t mean to make things awkward or upset you… I just… it doesn’t matter… I was out of line and I apologize.”

“…”

“It won’t happen again.”

“You couldn’t wait until noon to do this?”

“Huh?”

“It’s so early in the morning, I barely got some sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t, we didn’t-”

“It’s okay. I forgive you, and the rest of you for this wake up call. I guess we were just caught up in the moment…”

“I’m still very sorry for that. I wasn’t-”

“Ya, that’s enough.” You yawned. “I’d like to go back to sleep now.”

“Oh… well actually…”

“Hm?”

“We brought breakfast.”

    The smell of food suddenly had you wide awake, making your stomach growl. You felt embarrassed but they just seemed to smile.

“Can we come in?”

“It’s a little small compared to your place.”

“That’s fine. It’ll be cozy.”

    You welcomed the boys into your little hotel room, seeing as they got comfortable on the bed or floor. One of them turned on the TV and was channel surfing, finding something to watch. They made sure you had the first pick for breakfast before they touched any of the food. It was such a nice change of pace. You were used to drinks and a party atmosphere when hanging around with them, but this felt more domestic. You couldn’t remember the last time you and your ex just spent time together in such a manner.

“So, tonight’s your last show, and then you’re gonna go home.”

“Yup.” Haknyeon confirmed. “You know, you should come with us.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Keep the party going and really help you relax and forget your troubles. Right, hyung?”

“I suppose.” Sangyeon said. “If they’re okay with that.”

“I don’t think I could. My vacation was only for a week, I should probably get back to my life.”

“We can just cover the bills.” Jacob offered. “Cut your stay short and come with us. We’ll handle the cancellation fee, and give you back what you lost.”

“That’s-”

“Stay with us for as long as you like, and we’ll cover your salary as well.”

“I’m not… someone to be bought…”

“I didn’t mean to sound like that! I just-”

“Stop talking.” Kevin interrupted. “We just mean. If money is the reason you won’t extend your vacation with us, we can take care of that. Personally, I’d say you need more than a week to get over heartache like that.”

“Hm…”

“Just think about it. We don’t leave till tomorrow afternoon.”

“Either way let’s just enjoy today.” Hyunjae added. “Big day, and big party too.”

    After breakfast you joined them on one last day out in the town. Their little offer did linger in the back of your mind, but it was best to focus on the present. Just like last night you joined them in their green room before the show. Although once they were ready you were heading out to the bar.

“Aren’t you gonna watch?”

“Of course, but I want to enjoy it from the crowds. I didn’t appreciate it the first time.”

“Awe, that’s so cute.” Eric teased. “We’ll find you out there.”

“Break a leg.”

    You found a seat close to the stage, getting yourself a drink and waiting in anticipation. As the lights went down you could feel yourself getting excited. The others around you were definitely pumped too, screaming and cheering for the boys. Now that you were paying attention, and since you knew them a bit more, it was quite a show. They were incredible performers, and they truly brought a smile to your face. At some point they all made eye contact with you, winking or smirking, making your face burn in embarrassment. The show was a little more raunchy than you had realized the first time, but enjoyable nonetheless. 

    They ended on a good note, as the crowd also knew this was their last show. As they stepped off the stage you knew you wouldn’t be getting near them, but you followed the crowd to the VIP area for drinks. It was a while later before you finally got to talk to them one on one and tell them how great of a show it was. Eric was the happiest to hear, and you could understand given your first interaction. They got pulled left and right by other girls but you didn’t mind, there was always someone else to socialize with. As the early hours of morning approached the party had to move upstairs, and you were more than happy to follow.

“So, have you thought about our offer?” Sunwoo asked. “To come with us?”

“Uh… I don’t know… you guys are going home to rest, I shouldn’t interrupt.”

“You wouldn’t. You’d be resting with us.”

“As a guest you would like have to tend to me and stuff. I don’t wanna be trouble.”

“Who says we don’t want to take care of you?”

“Ah… I don’t know… excuse me…”

    You stepped away from the group, feeling like you needed a moment to yourself. Their offer was still on the table, and for some reason you couldn’t just say no. You weren’t sure if you should just go off with a bunch of strangers, but maybe doing something crazy like that was necessary. You were lost in thought as you walked around the suite, looking for a quiet place. Although the door you chose to open caused you to freeze, seeing that you were interrupting some personal activities.

    A girl was sitting on some table leaning against the wall, panties at her knees, her bra still on but unclasped. Her mouth hung open with her eyes rolled back, although you were focused on the boy, Kevin. He had been kissing up the girl’s neck, a hand on her hips and the other between her legs. Although when you opened the door he stopped and looked over, and that’s what made you freeze. His eyes were glowing red, and he was staring at you. A scream ripped from your throat and you quickly slammed the door shut. You took a moment to process, before you heard the door knob turning and ran off.

“Y/n-”

  �� Kevin had caught up to you and grabbed your arm but you screamed and pulled away. You caught a glimpse of him, and he seemed normal, but you were still freaking out. You kept running, looking for the exit door. You fumbled with the door knob for a second before opening it, although it slammed shut as someone put their hand on it. You suddenly felt someone behind you and you shut your eyes tight, trying to calm your breathing.

“Y/n, I can explain.”

“Just… just… I… I don’t… I need to leave…”

“No you don’t, let’s talk.”

“… please… I…”

“What are you doing, Kevin?” You suddenly heard Sangyeon’s voice. “Let her go.”

“She saw me.” Kevin hissed. “Do you really want me to let her leave?”

“Did she? Huh, my money was on Eric.”

    You had no idea what they were talking about, but you were shaking. Kevin still had you pinned against the door, and you suddenly felt another presence next to you, it was Sangyeon.

“Y/n… what did you see?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“You must have been drinking a lot.”

“… yeah…”

“We never did ask if you were a lightweight.”

“I’m not…”

“Good. So what did you see?”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s okay, we’re just here to have fun.”

    You felt Sangyeon grab your face, and suddenly you found yourself kissing him. You opened your eyes then, unsure if this was happening. It definitely was though, Kevin stepping away as the other stepped closer, practically trapping you between them. Although after a moment you started feeling a bit dizzy. He pulled away but still held you, seeing how out of it you were. You swear his eyes were red too, but your vision was blurry. It seems the alcohol was setting in.

“Did you… did you just…”

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“I…”

“It feels good, right?”

“Hm…”

“Shall we make you feel even better?”

“Ah…”

    Sangyeon took your hand, and Kevin grabbed the other one. They lead you back inside the suite, where the party was. You vaguely heard Sangyeon ask all the other girls to leave, and they seemed to do so without any complaints. That seemed weird but you weren’t entirely sure what was going on. Any of the other boys who weren’t present made their way to the living room, asking what was happening. Although one glance at you seemed to answer their questions.

“Who did it?” Changmin asked. “My money was on Eric.”

“Ya!”

“It was Kevin.” Sangyeon responded. “And it was more like a happy accident.”

    You were trying to make sense of everything, but it was just a blur. When you tried to pull away from the boys they moved you over to the couch. You grabbed your head, starting to think this wasn’t a side effect of the alcohol. You felt the couch dip on either side, but before you could figure out who was there you were pulled into another kiss. A warm feeling started to course through your veins, making a content sigh escape your lips. Although there was still something not right. You tried moving away, but whoever kissed you held you close.

“Easy, we’re not gonna hurt you. We’re gonna do the opposite.”

“… uh…”

“You’ll love it.”

    Those same lips found their way onto your neck, leaving long and soft kisses along your exposed flesh, pushing away any clothing that got in the way. You could feel hands undressing you, gentle, yet desperate, ripping away whatever was too difficult to remove. For moments at a time you’d feel a chill, but it was quickly remedied with someone’s touch. It felt like a dream, having so much attention and love. Multiple hands and lips were caressing your body, your limbs getting tugged left and right. Any attempt to speak ended up a moan, your mind preoccupied with the pleasure you were experiencing. 

    If the others were speaking you couldn’t make anything out. You tried again and again to think, to regain your sense of self, but an impossible euphoric feeling kept overwhelming you. Even if you couldn’t think straight you could see red. All of them, their eyes were red, big smiles present on their faces. At first all the joy was just from their caresses, it wasn’t until you felt a hand between your legs that a new fire was ignited. It mixed with whatever was making you feel good up till then, taking you much higher than you had been before. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open.

“She looks so hot.”

    You wanted it, you wanted them. Even if you couldn’t vocalize it, your body was speaking it loud and clear, and they were more than happy to indulge you. They were gentle at first, just one finger, then two, stretching you out without hurting you too much. Pain didn’t matter as it drowned in the pleasure, but they were careful nonetheless. You were in a beautiful trance by then, and they weren’t gonna pull you out. Although it wasn’t long before there was more than one hand down there, either getting in you or simply playing around with your clit. Laughter and soft whispers, along with the sounds of wet kisses, and skin against skin, were the only things you could make out.

    Sometimes you could make out faces clearly, but for most of the night everything was a blur. On occasion you’d see the skyline out the window, and that was the only way you could tell time was passing, even if it felt like you were stuck in one moment. You couldn’t remember when the first orgasm hit, whether or not one of them entered you, but it felt like it never ended, just got better and better. Physically you could only take so much, blacking out at some points, regaining a sense of consciousness later on but still floating on cloud nine. Your face was practically stuck with a blissed out expression, and nothing was going to ruin that. Not even the bits of water that rained down on your face occasionally. Their attempts to keep you hydrated. Although at some point their game had to end, you had to actually rest, but you wouldn’t really be aware of that either.

❤

“Wake up!”

    A loud horn blared, making all the boys jump up. They looked around, looking for the source, only to find their leader holding up his phone with a smirk on his face. Once the initial shock passed the exhaustion hit, all of them getting groggy and yawning. They were all laid out in the living room, barely or poorly dressed. The stench of sex filled the air, and eventually all eyes landed on you. Your body was laid out on the couch, still sound asleep. You would be the most exhausted out of them.

“We have to be outta here by noon, so get up.”

“What about her?” Sunwoo asked.

“Jacob, get someone to go to her room and pack up her things.”

“She’s coming with us?” Eric questioned. “Really?”

“After last night, it’d be too cruel to leave her.”

“Dibs!”

“On what?”

“Cleaning her up.”

Sangyeon chuckled. “Alright. Juyeon, help him out. The rest of you clean up as well and gather your things.”

    Even if they were tired, a new energy gave them strength to move. Juyeon picked up your body, going off to get you into a bath with Eric. There was more than one bath in the suite, but it wasn’t long before they were packing their things. Sangyeon was already ahead of things, going down to the front to deal with check out and your room. By the time he returned the others were ready to go. The question now was what to do with you. Sangyeon had you dressed in some baggy clothes, getting you a hat and mask. There was no reason to hide you, but they didn’t need attention from other adoring fans. Sunglasses were added for fun and you were put into a wheelchair. You were still asleep, and would be for a long while.

“Are we good to go?” Haknyeon asked.

“All checked out. Our plane should be ready by the time we get to the airport.”

    Chanhee volunteered to push your wheelchair, all of them going down as a group. As they passed through the lobby they saw someone making a commotion at the front desk. They might have ignored it, but they couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“I know she’s here!” The man shouted. “This was the hotel she booked for our vacation. It should be under y/n-”

    The boys shared some glances among themselves, trying to contain their laughter. It wasn’t good enough as the man seemed to notice them, stalking over. A few of the boys immediately stepped in front of you even though they knew you were well hidden.

“Is something funny to you?”

“Very much so.” Hyunjae stepped up. “You must be y/n’s ex, right?”

“How do you-”

“We met her a few days ago. She got drunk and spilled her sorrows to us.”

“It’s amusing to see you here.” Kevin added. “You guys were together for years, and you fucked it up so quickly.”

“You don’t know shit!”

“Maybe, but you’re not gonna find her here, not anymore anyway.”

“What?”

“Excuse me, miss.” Changmin looked over at the front desk with a smile. “Didn’t y/n from room 946 check out earlier today?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ah, what about the cancellation fee?”

“Paid in full.”

“Wow, she must have left in a hurry. Good for her.”

“She left!”

“Didn’t she mention something about traveling to find herself?” Jacob added. “I know we were all drunk last night, but my gosh did she mean it.”

“What the hell does-”

“Enough.” Sangyeon interrupted. “If you’ll excuse us, we do have a plane to catch. Good luck with whatever it is you’re trying to do.”

    Sangyeon gestured for his boys to head out, the cars had been waiting. He stayed with your ex to make sure he didn’t get in the way, following his boys out once they were all ahead of him. Their luggage, and yours, had already been loaded, and you were carefully placed into your seat. A few of them glanced out the window at your ex as they drove off.

“I’m curious what he would say to y/n.” Younghoon wondered. “What he’d do to save their relationship.”

“I didn’t expect him to come out here.” Eric added. “Kinda surprising.”

“Well, he’s a little too late for that.”

    You groaned, starting to wake. It was disorienting to see that your vision was still rather dark, but you soon became aware of the sunglasses. You reached up to take them off but another hand stopped you.

“You should sleep some more, baby.”

“Huh?”

    You felt a soft kiss against your neck, feeling a wave of warmth overtake you. It made you melt and you shut your eyes, drifting off to sleep again. Sangyeon took the hat off you, letting you rest your head in his lap, petting you gently.

“So cute.”

    They didn’t have to deal with the airport as much as they had their private plane waiting for them. As soon as they arrived, staff members were already loading up their luggage. Kevin carried you into the plane, setting you down and making sure you were comfortable. He pressed a soft kiss to your head, going to help the others where he could. They had a long flight ahead of them after all.

❤

    You inhaled softly, snuggling the sheets below you. The bed was so comfy you didn’t want to get out of bed, and lucky for you it seemed you didn’t have to. You heard the door open and peeked over to see someone walking in with a food tray. A delicious smell immediately hit you, making you sit up. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Morning sleepy head.” Hyunjae cooed. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m still tired.”

“That’s okay. Just have some breakfast and then you can sleep some more.”

“Alright.“

    You were tired enough that Hyunjae had to feed you, which he didn’t mind. As you ate you became aware of how sore your body was, but you couldn’t understand why. You didn’t even feel hungover. You glanced around the room, starting to see how unfamiliar it was.

“Uh… where am I…”

“With us.”

“But this… this isn’t the hotel…”

    Hyunjae leaned in and kissed your cheek. You immediately felt warm and fuzzy, your vision getting blurry as some giggles escaped your lips.

“Does it matter where we are?”

“Uh…”

“Come on, eat up, or it’s gonna get cold.”

“Okay…”

    Hyunjae made sure you ate every little bit. Since you were still exhausted he tucked you back into bed telling you to get some more sleep. You slept well until you woke up again. Things started coming back to you but then your thoughts were interrupted by the two who came in.

“Good, you’re awake.” Jacob hugged you. “I was gonna have to wake you up if not.”

“What?”

A soft kiss melted your worries away. You leaned against Jacob, making Kevin pout as he wasn’t getting any of your attention.

“Anyway, we should get you some fresh air.”

    The two got you out of bed and helped you dress into something comfortable. You weren’t sure what fresh air meant but as you walked out of the room with them, hand in hand, you could tell. You heard waves crashing all around you, and soon enough you could see the beach outside. It was so beautiful you ran off ahead of the two, getting your socks off, feeling the warm sand between your toes and breathing in the cool air. You basked in the sun, a big smile on your face.

“Hey, don’t forget sunscreen.”

    The boys had made it outside, Kevin turning you around to get sunscreen on your face while Jacob took care of the rest of your limbs. A while later the others came out to join you, setting down some blankets and umbrellas. You grabbed Chanhee and Eric, pulling them along with you into the water, splashing water in their direction. A few others joined in as well and they all ganged up on you, getting you completely soaked. Juyeon eventually came to your rescue, shielding you and convincing everyone to target Sangyeon. Now you were having fun alongside the others.

“Ya, ya, ya!” Sangyeon yelled. “Let me breathe!”

    Things settled down, Sangyeon getting water out of his hair, and everyone laughing. No more attacking each other, but you wadded around the water, enjoying the cool water and warm sun shining down. Eventually you went under the shade, enjoying some fruit and drying off a bit.

“When was the last time you were at the beach?” Haknyeon asked.

“Uh… when I was like seven…”

“Oh, so it’s been a long time.”

“Yup.”

“Are you having fun?”

“Lots.”

“Then we should do this everyday. Come out here and enjoy the beach.”

“Yeah, and we could…”

    Your thoughts trailed off as you thought about the beach. You had been in a big city, the nearest beach was pretty far, but now you were so close. You couldn’t understand why, or how, but you didn’t dwell on it long as Younghoon leaned over to peck your cheek.

“How about we get you inside and dry you up properly. Then we can start dinner preparations.”

“Okay…”

“Good, don’t want you getting sick. Come on.”

    He helped you to your feet, getting you inside and helping you dry off. You changed into some clean clothes and joined the others in the kitchen, seeing what was on the table. You helped where you could, having fun cooking with them. You never really did this with your ex. He’d cook or you would, but there was never time to do it together. This was a nice experience, and it made dinner all the better. Afterwards you all stayed up to watch a movie, but you began dozing off. You said you’d stay awake, but they figured it was better to get you to bed. 

    Sangyeon said you’d sleep with him for the night, the others protesting and saying it wasn’t fair. He merely smirked and took you to his room, making sure you at least got into some pajamas before tucking you in. He joined you a while later, pulling you into his arms and kissing your head. You felt so warm with him, relaxing into his embrace, and slowly drifting off to sleep. It was nice waking up with him in the morning. Once he was sure you were up he peppered your face with kisses.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hm…”

“Can you get up for breakfast, or do you want to stay in bed?”

“I don’t know yet…”

“I’m sure the others want to see you, so how about we get up.”

“Sure…”

    Sangyeon had you get up with him, giving you more kisses to wake you up. He took your hand and you both went to the dining room, the others crowding around you to give you morning kisses. Each one made you all the happier, waking you up properly. You had breakfast outside, the waves keeping a soothing melody.

“Do you like traveling?”

“Uh… I haven’t done much traveling, at least not for myself.”

“So you traveled for work?”

“On occasion. Whenever the company hosted a major event in another country, they flew me out. It was all business so I came home right away.”

“That’s lame. You can travel with us.”

You chuckled. “I don’t really think…”

    Your mind trailed off again, thinking about being with the boys and seeing the world. Something seemed wrong about that idea, but also so fun. You didn’t think too much about it as the subject changed.

“How about tonight we do some stargazing.” Haknyeon suggested. “And make smores.”

“Oh, a bonfire.” Eric said. “That sounds awesome. How does that sound y/n?”

“Tasty and really fun.”

“Good.”

    The day was a lazy one, finishing up the movie from last night, and watching another. You cuddled with Jacob and Hyunjae on the couch, all wrapped up in their arms and getting fed popcorn. Lunch was just some instant ramen as no one wanted to be away from the TV for too long. As it got dark you prepared for roasting marshmallows. You gathered the ingredients while others set up the bonfire outside. You were very excited to partake in such an activity, not having had the chance to do so in a very long time.

    They all wanted you to make a smore for them, but you told them they had to be patient. Kevin beat the others to making you your first smore, happily pushing it past your lips and watching your eyes light up with joy. He leaned in to kiss you, getting a sweet taste of sugar too. Once you all had your fill you went down the beach, laying on some blankets and staring up at the sky. You’ve never seen so many stars in the night sky and it was so beautiful. Some of the boys talked about constellations and showed you where they were. You don’t know how much time passed, but you were content where you were.

“Shall we spice things up.” Chanhee leaned in close, kissing your neck. “It’s such a pretty night, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

    His lips felt nice against your skin, sparking a fire in you. He didn’t stop there, pressing more kisses against your face.

“Chanhee.” Sangyeon hissed. “Stop it.”

“But hyung… I’m hungry… and she tastes so good…”

“What did I say?”

“Please.”

“Ya!”

“We’re all hungry at this point.” Changmin added. “Why can’t we have some more?”

    You weren’t really registering any of their words, lost in the joy Chanhee was giving you. He had gotten on top of you, kissing you deeply, his hands on your hips holding you down.

“You know you want a taste too.” Hyunjae said. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

    Sangyeon glanced over at you, seeing the smile on your face. He couldn’t resist temptation anymore than the others. You vaguely heard cheering, but suddenly you felt a fire burning in you, and it felt good. You looked around, although your vision had gotten blurry. You swear you saw red eyes, but you couldn’t focus on it long as you felt hands all over your body. This began to feel familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it as your attention would drift to the present.

    Despite the beautiful scene you were picked up and taken inside before things went any further. They slowly undressed you, their own clothes joining yours on the floor. You couldn’t make out any words, but the noises you made let them know you were enjoying yourself. You tried though, to focus and figure out what was happening, but any attempt at thought was washed away by the pleasure they were making you feel. Eventually there was no surfacing from that, so you just left yourself float in peace until the morning came.

❤

    You inhaled softly as you woke up, floating on bliss. You sat up and yawned, stretching your limbs and looking around. You had been sleeping on the couch, and all the others were passed out around you in various states of undress. You quickly looked down to see you were only in panties, immediately pulling the blanket up. Vague memories from last night surfaced, making you blush, although that was quickly pushed away by the realization of what you had participated in.

    You would have yelled but you quickly covered your mouth, not wanting to wake any of them up. You quietly made your way out of the living room, finding your bra and shirt on the floor and taking it with you to the nearest bathroom. You splashed some water in your face, trying to recall last night. It was mostly a blur, but the feeling in your body assured you it happened. Then everything else hit. You weren’t in the hotel anymore, hadn’t been for the last two days. You carefully made your way out of the bathroom and outside to the beach. All you could see for miles ahead of you was the ocean.

    You had no idea where you were, and you didn’t even know where your phone was. It was hard to accept your reality, that those boys had kidnapped you. They offered to take you with them, but you had never agreed. It seemed they were never actually giving you a choice. Either way you needed to get away from them. The last few days being a blur could only mean they had been doing something to you, drugging you somehow, and it wasn’t safe for you to stay. You quietly made your way back inside, needing to find your pants and shoes at least. They’d be waking up soon and it was best to be gone by then.

    You managed to find your pants in the living room, thinking it best to just take any shoes that would fit. As you were sneaking away you heard some groaning, freezing for a moment. You slowly glanced back, just seeing one of the boys turning over, but it seemed they were still asleep. You were relieved, continuing to make your way out, but as soon as you stepped away you crashed against someone. You looked up to see Sangyeon standing before you. It hadn’t occurred to you to count the number of boys in the living room, if you had you would have noticed someone had already gotten up.

“There you are. I was wondering where you went.”

“I…”

“Why are you dressed?”

“Uh…”

“Did you sleep alright? You look like you had a nightmare.”

“I’m fine I just…”

“How about you get some more sleep, okay? I’ll wake-”

“No!”

    When Sangyeon reached out to you a chill ran down your spine. In the moment you had images flash before you, the glowing red eyes, the vague memory of how their touch alone seemed to fog up your mind. It made no sense, but it put genuine fear in you that you screamed and stepped back. He stared at you for a moment.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m good…”

“Hyung?” You heard Eric waking up. “What’s going on?”

“I think y/n just needs some rest.”

    When Sangyeon tried to grab you again you ran off, needing to find some place to hide. Your previous scream had started to wake up the others, and now with you running around they were definitely up. You could hear footsteps behind you, so you went into the nearest room, shutting the door and locking it behind you. It was one of the bedrooms, and you quickly started looking for another exit. Your only option seemed to be the window which led outside. There was no time to second guess so you made a run for it, getting it open and jumping out. Lucky for you it was the first floor.

    You simply picked a direction and ran, although you seemed surrounded by the same things. Nothing but sand and ocean, an unknown jungle area awaiting you. That did make you stop, trying to think if running off into the unknown was truly a good idea. You had nothing but the clothes on your back, you couldn’t survive out there on your own, and if you could, there was no sure way of getting help. You heard yells and turned around to see some of the boys had found you, running over to you. In your panic you stumbled back and collapsed. You thought they’d surrounded you, but they kept a bit of distance.

“There’s no point running off.” Hyunjae began. “We’re on an island.”

“Ah… a what?”

“Come on, where else would we take you?” Sunwoo added. “We gotta keep you safe.”

“You… you’re lying…”

“Does it look like it?”

“This… this isn’t…”

“You can check yourself.” 

    The rest of the boys had made their way over, Jacob stepping closer and tossing your phone at your side. You quickly scrambled for it, seeing the date and time, but most importantly seeing you had no signal. Even when you dialed emergency services there was no response. They all quietly waited for you to come to your senses.

“Let… let me go…”

“Now why would we do that?” Chanhee questioned. “After all the trouble we went through to bring you here.”

“I didn’t want this!”

“But you love hanging out with us.” Haknyeon added. “We’ve done nothing but take care of you.”

“You kidnapped me! And… you’re not…”

“Not what?” Sangyeon questioned, stepping forward. “Is our girl smart enough to piece it together?”

“I… I remember… your eyes… they… they were glowing…”

“And?”

“What are you?”

“Do you wanna guess?”

“Just… just let me go… I won’t… I don’t know anything…”

“But why would you go when you’re already in love with us?”

“What?”

    Sangyeon knelt down, reaching over to caress your face but you scurried back a bit. He chuckled, staying where he was.

“Don’t… just… stay away from me!”

“Where are you gonna go, hm? Just come back into the house with us.”

“Why… why me…”

“If I explain, I’m gonna have to tell you the truth.”

“No… no I don’t want this!”

    You scrambled to your feet, but didn’t get far as Sangyeon grabbed your leg and yanked you to the ground. He was quickly on top of you, trying to pin you down as you thrashed, trying to get him off of you. You could see his eyes glowing red, making you panic all the more.

“Please!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you. The opposite in fact.”

    He was suddenly on your neck, kissing you, and your eyes went wide as a pleasurable feeling overtook your body. Your panic subsided and you relaxed into the sand. You couldn’t describe how it happened, but you no longer wanted to fight, you just couldn’t. Sangyeon’s eyes had returned to normal, and he placed a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling you up. Your legs weren’t really working so Jacob took you into his arms and they took you back inside. You were dragging sand into the house but they didn’t seem to mind, more focused on you.

    They set you down at the dining table, openly discussing what to do next. Although Sangyeon started by scolding them for not keeping a closer eye on you, and creating such a mess in the morning. Most retaliated saying he had woken up first and should have made sure everything would be alright with you. It was baffling to overhear this, as if you were some pet and not a person. At the same time though it gave you something to focus on and use to regain your senses. You definitely weren’t gonna be able to run out again, but you could at least defend yourself. Once you felt you could, you got up and bolted to the kitchen, getting your hands on a knife before your burst of energy failed you.

“Ya! Put that down.”

    None had been able to stop you, and now that you had a knife they were all being cautious. They slowly surrounded you, but if they tried to get close you’d swing it in their direction. You were still a bit hazy from whatever Sangyeon had done to you, but you were determined to keep them away.

“What… what did you do to me… what are you!?”

“Sirens.” Kevin blurted out. “Isn’t it obvious baby? We’re fantastic singers and we charm anyone and everyone we meet.”

“Except you.” Eric added. “That was a first.”

“… me?”

“Unlike the legends, we don’t feed off flesh.” Hyunjae said. “But love.”

“Love?”

“Doesn’t have to be sexual pleasure, but that’s just as tasty.”

“I… what does that have to do with me? Why did you kidnap me!”

“Cause our charms didn’t work.” Juyeon stated. “You were immune, which only meant one thing. You had fallen out of love, badly.”

“A five year relationship, gone in a matter of minutes.” Jacob said. “I can see why your heart felt nothing.”

“That… that doesn’t explain-”

“We feed off love.” Chanhee explained. “The emotion, the energy. Our charms, our powers, can amplify that feeling. That way we get as much as possible.”

“That’s why all the girls would go crazy for you… so why not take one of them! I was never interested in any of you!”

“But you are now.”

“What?”

“We can’t really describe how love tastes.” Sunwoo said. “But it’s delicious. Of course we just feed off love in general, but imagine if a human genuinely loved us. Take that, add our power to amplify it and make it stronger. It’d taste divine.”

“I don’t love you!”

“But you do.’

“I don’t!”

“Why do you think you’re here?” Younghoon added. “Your heart was void of love when we met you, but overtime we’ve been filling it up, with us. Our charms work now because you’re feeling love again, love for us.”

“No… no, that’s not love! You’ve been manipulating me!”

“Maybe we’ve been guiding your heart to us.” Jacob stated. “But that doesn’t change the fact you are feeling love. We would know better than you.”

“I don’t love you! I won’t!”

“Every day that goes by.” Changmin said. “You taste sweeter and sweeter. Which means you are in love with us. Your mind just hasn’t caught up to your heart yet.”

“That’s not real love!”

“You say that now, but eventually everything will be perfect.”

“No… no…”

“You can’t fight us.” Haknyeon reminded. “You’ve been happy and content these last couple of days. We’ll keep you that way until it’s permanent. After all, you can’t leave this island.”

“… yes I can…” 

“Huh?”

    You suddenly pressed the knife against your throat. All the boys took a step forward, but when they saw blood they stopped. Their cocky attitudes dropped, replaced with concern.

“Y/n…”

“I’m not gonna be your love sick pet!”

“You’re not gonna kill yourself.” Sangyeon stated. “You wouldn’t want to leave us heart broken.”

“I don’t care what-”

“After everything we’ve done for you. We’ve taken such good care of you and made you so happy.”

“That’s not… real…”

“It is. You’re such a wonderful person, we’re so lucky to have found you in your time of need.”

“You took advantage of me!”

“No, no, we brought you back to life. A heart without love, who else could possibly make you feel love again?”

“I would have moved on eventually!”

“Or crawled back to the only thing you ever knew as love. You should be grateful we’ve taken you in, and made you feel love.”

“It’s not real!”

“Don’t lie to yourself.”

    You hadn’t really noticed any of the others getting closer as Sangyeon kept your attention. Not until Juyeon pulled the knife away from your throat and took it from you. Once that was gone you were grabbed and held in place. Sangyeon took a look at your wound, getting your blood on his fingers and tasting it. He smiled, gently petting your head. You flinched but that didn’t discourage him.

“It’s okay. I know you’re scared now, but we’re gonna take good care of you.”

“Please…”

    Sangyeon offered you a smile as his eyes began to glow. You tried to shrink away but you were held tightly, seeing that all the others had red eyes too.

“You love us after all.”

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[sitepathos]

Sit-Rep

Price’s phone buzzes, making him stop doing paperwork and pick it up from his desk. The screen shows a picture from Gaz: a group selfie of him, Ghost, Soap, and Merlin. From what he can tell, you four at some restaurant in downtown London, eating outside. Gaz is grinning and winking, Soap is smirking and messing with Ghost, who is obviously grinning under his mask while rolling his eyes, and Merlin smiling his usual bright smile and waving. He smiles at the sight of his boys enjoying themselves.

Missing you, Cap! Thanks for giving us the day off. Wish you were here.

Wish I could, but been putting off reports for too long. Have some fun for me.

While it was true he’d been slacking on the latest mission reports, they didn’t demand his immediate attention. He gave those four the day off so he could host a very important meeting; one that Merlin couldn’t know about and the other three couldn’t attend without making fools of themselves, the 141, and Merlin.

Just then, someone knock at his door.

“Enter.”

The door opens and one of the new recruits, Welles, enters his office.

“Captain, the VIPs are here.”

The door opens a bit more and a man and a woman can be seen behind the soldier.

“Thank you, Private.” He stands up and walks towards his guests. “You can go.”

The private nods and leaves.

“Mr and Mrs L/N. I’m glad you can make it.”

“Thank you for having us, Captain Price,” Mrs. L/N responds, smiling as he and her shake hands. As he looks at her, he can see where Merlin got his eyes and jawline from.

“Good to see you again, Captain,” Mr. L/N adds, shaking his hand. It’s then he notices Merlin and his father share the same nose and ears.

“Please, make yourselves at home.” He motions for them to sit at the two chairs in front of his desk “Can I get you some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“Appreciate it, Captain. Whatever you have’s be fine.”

The two take their seats as he prepares the tea at the kettle in the corner of his office. Ever since Merlin joined 141, he’s made it a point to arrange for regular meetings with his parents; as powerful a wizard he is, Merlin’s still a minor and a civilian and his parents are trusting Price to care for their son. Of course, he knows the kid would object to this meeting as he didn’t want to upset his parents with all the dangerous missions he’s gone on, so Price tries to schedule these get-togethers whenever the kid would be away from the base for a couple hours. Hence why he gave Merlin the day off and permission to go to London.

He also had his lieutenant and two sergeants go with you since Soap and Gaz would be their usual goofy selves and Ghost would just recount every dangerous moment of every mission he’d been a part of.

No, he was the only one who could do this properly. Plus, as the commanding officer of 141, it was his duty to keep the parents of his youngest soldier informed.

“Here you are.” He places three cups on his desk and takes his seat. “Hope it’s halfway decent.”

“If you’ve brewed it, it’ll be lovely,” Mrs. L/N responds as she takes a sip from her cup. “So, how is Y/N doing? Is he eating enough? He wouldn’t want to have special treatment, but I don’t think those MREs you boys eat are fit for human consumption.”

“M/N—“ F/N cuts her off, but Price just chuckles, waving him off.

“It’s fine, she’s just making sure the boy eats a proper meal. We save the MREs for missions that we know that’ll take a few days. While we’re here, we have actual food. Don’t worry, ma’am, he’s eating proper meals.”

She nods in appreciation and takes another sip.

“What about his role on missions,” F/N asks. “I know when he first started going with you and the others, he said he was kept in the back, serving in a support role, but I remember my time in the Army and plans rarely survived contact with the enemy.”

He remembers pulling F/N’s file when Merlin told him his father was a veteran; his father joined the military right out of high school and was deployed in Afghanistan in 2002 when his squad was ambushed by a squad of Taliban fighters; the reports say he fought bravely and was the sole survivor. After that, he was honorably discharged and returned to civilian life.

“I admit, your son has had to be more involved in our missions than I would like. He’s saved our asses loads of times with that Protego spell of his and capturing targets is a lot easier when he’s stunned them with Stupify.” M/N opens her mouth to speak, but F/N grasps her hand in his. “I wish I could stop him from being put in these positions, but I’m afraid he’s determined to help out in every way possible.”

“That’s our Y/N,” M/N chuckles softly. “He’s always wanted to help however he can.” She stares at him, her eyes glassy. “Please, Captain Price, keep an eye on him. I know you can’t be everywhere at the same time, but he’s all we have.”

She isn’t exaggerating; according to the L/N Family files, Y/N was a miracle in more ways than once. M/N had less than a 5% chance of getting pregnant due to some genetic condition, and after trying for over a year, she finally gave birth to Y/N, which took a lot out of both her and the boy, and after they were both stabilized, the couple were told that she’d never be able to get pregnant again, making this their only child. They didn’t care, they had their miracle child and that was enough. The day of his first birthday, they got a hell of a surprise when M/N was bringing his cake when she tripped and Y/N had managed to stop both his mom and the cake from falling and after a visit from Professor McGonagall, they found out their son was a wizard, and when he turned eleven, they had to send him off to Hogwarts. As if it wasn’t bad enough not being able to see him for most of the year, now they have to worry about their son being in active war zones.

Knowing he was responsible for their only child was something that kept him up at night.

“Don’t worry, M/N.” He takes her hands into his. “I’ll look after him as if he was my own.”

And, in a way, he sees Y/N as his own.

“Thank you, Captain.” She wipes her eyes. “Oh, there was something I was wanting to ask you.”

“Babe, I don’t think—“

“Oh, shush, F/N. I’m his mother, it’s my job to know these things. Plus, you can’t tell me you’re not the least bit interested?”

F/N opens his mouth to retort, but closes it. To say Price is curious is an understatement.

“What is it?”

“In his last few letters, I’ve noticed he writes about the rest of 141, the leader of those Vaqueros, and that man from KorTac in a much different way. At first, he thought you all would resent him for not being a soldier and he tried to stay out of your way, then he started going on and on about all the fun he’s been having on base, and now I can’t help but think he’s gotten a little crush.”

Price’s eyebrows shoot up.

Merlin has a crush? On someone here?

“Of course, I couldn’t begin to hazard a guess since he writes a lot about each of them, but since you see him everyday, could you tell who it might be?”

Price begins scouring his brain to come up with an answer. Just who could his crush be? With Merlin turning eighteen soon, he might just act on it; not that he had a problem with it, he’d be absolutely ecstatic if the lad would make an honest man out of his boys. Simon seemed to be the least likely since he thinks of himself a husk of a man and undeserving of love, but Merlin’s had a positive influence on his oldest soldier. In the past, Simon found little to be fascinating and had no desire to hang out with any of the team outside of training and the celebratory post-mission drinks, but with an actual wizard in their midst, Price notices the lieutenant to be a lot more attentive when the kid demonstrates his magic.

Not the most obvious pairing, but it wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’s heard of.

Next up is Gaz, which he can definitely see. The sergeant and Merlin became friends not long after his introduction to the team and they’re together a good portion of the day. Price has walked in on Merlin giving lessons to Gaz, who looked to be absorbing everything like a sponge. Price is sure that, in a relationship, Gaz would be the perfect gentleman and would treat Merlin as he should be treated and no doubt the kid would return the favor, especially with a lot of flying around on his broomstick.

Could see it happening. They’d be pretty cute together.

After Gaz and Soap, and he feels his blood pressure rising at the thought of his demolitions expert and wizard being boyfriends. Not that he’d disapprove of their relationship or that they wouldn’t treat each other well. The Scotsman was practically the wizard’s first friend since he was blown away at the sight of magic and the two have been joined at the hip since day one. What made him worried was the chaos such a relationship would bring. Soap has practically no impulse control, and being in a relationship with Merlin meant having unlimited access to the boy at all hours of the day, meaning his infamous pranks would never cease; guns would runaway on tiny legs when people tried to pick them up, doors would close just as people attempted to walk through them, and recruits would be chased by fireworks that turned into dragons.

But, like Gaz, John would treat the lad with the utmost respect, and there isn’t a doubt in Price’s mind that the two would be a stereotypical lovey-dovey couple that makes people gag at the excessive sweetness.

Another likely candidate. But, I’ll probably have to talk to Merlin about Soap’s pranks.

Then there’s Alejandro, and Price isn’t sure how to feel about that one; he’s seen the man at the bar and no doubt the Colonel is very charismatic and flirty, always managing to have a dozen men and women around him the entire time he’s there. Of course, Price knows that the man would treat the lad well, but Alejandro isn’t likely to give up his charismatic behavior. Plus, Alejandro is Mexican Special Forces, so if the two were to get together, Merlin would likely get away whenever he could to see him, and he doesn’t want to part way with their wizard.

There’s also the rumors about Alejandro and Rudy…

Not sure about that one, but after Merlin repaired all of Las Almos, no doubt Alejandro would have some feelings.

Finally, there’s König, their resident giant. The two avoided each other at first, but it was due to both of them being scared of one another. After they got to know each other and Merlin started supplying the merc with potions to help him with his crippling social anxiety, it wasn’t uncommon to see the Australian following the shorter lad like a lost puppy. König already treats the kid like he’s made of glass, and if they were to become boyfriends, Price would see the merc begging Merlin to allow him to wrap him up in bubble wrap for his protection. But, overall, he’d see no problem with it… other than Merlin leaving to see König whenever he was off base.

Another possibility…

It’s then he notices F/N and M/N are staring at him, waiting for his reply.

“To tell you the truth,” he sighs. “I couldn’t even begin to hazard a guess.”

“Really,” M/N sighs. “Not even a little?”

He picks up one of the many framed photographs from his desk and shows it to them.

“Based on this picture, it could really be any of them.”

They look at it and smile. The picture is when Merlin took them to Hogsmeade during a long leave Laswell gave them; in it, they’re at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the butterbeer and each other. It’s easily one of Price’s favorite pictures as it not only shows all his boys having fun, but as it’s been enchanted, it replays that moment over and over, allowing him to relive that happy memory as if it happened yesterday.

“I’m glad he’s having fun with you all.” F/N hands the picture back to him. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him, Captain.”

“I like to think he keeps an eye on us just as much.”

And with that, they begin their monthly ritual of discussing the lad who’s brought so much magic into their lives.

#john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #male reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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Secondhand Origin Stories, Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Martin’s voice in the elevator was enough to put Opal on edge again. The unexpectedly plush chairs of the clinic waiting room weren’t enough to fix it. The staff here all seemed so grim, somehow. And up this high, the sound of the storm blanketed every other noise with the static, as if it was keeping secrets in the constant shushes of rain and the grumbles of thunder.

She’d settled on calling her mom. Mom’s ridiculous sheep-patterned pajamas and her enthusiasm for Shani’s history project helped. Apparently Opal would be getting a lengthy account of it whenever she managed to reach Shani between summer sleepovers. 

“Everyone still treating you all right?”

Opal smiled, trying to get comfortable. “Aldis and the guys have been great. You got the pictures I sent you of the VIP suite? Oh! Did I tell you Capricorn said he thinks I have grit? And Helix agreed with him.” She couldn’t mention the rest of it-- not here, at least. She couldn’t make up her mind what she really should say. 

“Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you. Are they as handsome in person as on TV?”

Opal laughed. “Mom. They’re all like, 40 and up.”

“And that might as well be a hundred to an 18-year-old. Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey, have you--” 

“I still haven’t heard from your dad. I promise I’ll let you know the minute I do. But you know how this goes. Any little thing.” And they’d revoke his phone “privileges.” It’d been months, once or twice before. Then he’d reappear, looking a little older, a little less steady, chastising Opal for having worried. She hadn’t gotten any letters, either. It was never good when he couldn’t even send letters. But she’d sent hers. She hoped he got them. 

She glanced up as a familiar figure ghosted through the edge of Opal’s line of sight. “Jamie?” Jamie turned, looking haunted. “Hey, Mom. I’m sorry, but I’ll call you later, OK?” 

Martin had said there was a family emergency. If Jamie was down here, it must be a bad one. 

Jamie was, impossibly, paler than usual. She seemed almost blue. Her posture was hunched, as if she was expecting to have to bolt at any second, with her elbows pulled in tight against her body. She also seemed to be by herself. “Hey, are you OK?”

“I’m trying to find Issac’s doctor, but they just keep telling me to go wait with…I need to tell them what happened with Issac. I’m the only one who was there.”

A nice, straightforward request. Opal stood, flagging down the nearest medical professional who didn’t seem to be rushing. She put on her most professional tone. “Excuse me. Ms. Tillman-Voss needs to speak with the treating physician for Issac Tillman-Voss right away. She has important information relevant to his condition she needs to share.” Hanging around Mom’s job when she was little had given her a few tricks, at least.

The woman nodded, and led them to a nurse’s station before disappearing to find the doctor. 

“Ms. Tillman-Voss?” Jamie asked under her breath. “I think they think you’re my bodyguard now.”

Bodyguard? She’d been going for PR intern. “Whatever works,” she muttered back. 

Jamie’s smile was tiny and wobbly. “You do look really grown-up in that.”

“You look like you’re going to faint. You’re not, are you? My mom’s a nurse, but I am very much not.”

“No. I need to talk to the doctor.”

“Are you going to faint after that?”

“I hope not. They won’t treat me here. I’m not altered.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure if LodeStar’s kid faints in their waiting room, they’ll pull something together.”

Jamie muttered under her breath, “Not sure he’d care.”

That didn’t sound good. The doctor showed up before Opal could ask, and then she was too busy keeping up with the story Jamie was telling. Every bit of which sounded 100% illegal. By the end of it, Jamie’s voice was painful to even listen to, it was so high-pitched and breathless, but Jamie pushed through. She even brought them a copy of a thesis Issac had written on the subject. It’d be impressive if it wasn’t so horrifying. Brain-changing nanites? You didn’t have to try to think of all the ways that could be misused.

The doctor rushed off as soon as Jamie was done. 

Opal was hit with more doubt than she’d ever had before. What and who had she gotten mixed up with? OK, the Sentinels as a family struggling to cope, she could understand. But a family that attempted to cope by developing more and scarier technology, and testing it on themselves in secret?

Then again, that was how Bion had started. But that was back before altering tech laws had been around. Issac must have known what he was doing was illegal. He should even know why it needed to be illegal. His family took down people conducting illegal alterations all the time. 

But maybe those rules didn’t apply to their son.

She shivered. Exactly how many rules didn’t apply to them?

Jamie didn’t notice Opal’s existential crisis. She was staring down the hallway towards the handful of private waiting rooms like she was expecting a firing squad. She took a tiny, unconscious step backwards, towards Opal. 

And all Opal could remember was Jamie’s comment that nobody would even notice another couple of bruises on her. All three of the kids seemed incredibly isolated. How many laws could the Sentinels get out of?

Opal put a hand on Jamie’s shoulder. Leaned in to ask quietly, “Are you OK?”

Jamie didn’t look at her. But she pressed her lips so tight they almost vanished. Her eyes were pink. She shook her head, still staring down the hall. 

Maybe it was nothing. Jamie’d had a terrible morning by anyone’s standards. 

Maybe it wasn’t nothing. 

Jamie started, looking at Opal. “My dad! He needs a doctor, too. If he’s in the waiting room, then they must not know. His collarbone’s broken.”

“What? How did that happen?”

“Yael.” Jamie said, flinching as she realized too late that that was bound to beg questions. “There was a-- xe was afraid he-- but that doesn’t matter. He needs a doctor!”

This time it was even easier to get someone’s attention, but Jamie was a lot lighter on the details. She didn’t even mention Yael. Whatever had happened, she was less likely to explain it than she was Issac’s breach of international laws. Nobody pressed her for more details. Doctors rushed to help the injured superhero, and Opal and Jamie stayed put.

Neil Voss passed by a few minutes later, escorted by a nervous-looking medical person and Capricorn. Capricorn looked grim, and had a hand on LodeStar’s arm. LodeStar ignored Opal completely, his attention stitched tightly to his daughter as he passed. Neither of them said anything to the other. 

Jamie watched him with her own intensity, and a disquieting stillness. LodeStar looked half possessed. His eyes burned blood-red where the whites should have been. His steps were unsteady and slow, but the muscles in his shoulders were coiled, prepared to strike, his hands working themselves into huge metallic fists. Flexing again. Stretching, as if he was imagining grabbing something. Opal had never seen anyone more terrifying in her life. 

He was cordoned off in another room after what felt like an eternity. The two of them both exhaled at the same time. 

Oh God. Opal was in a Gothic novel. And the head of the house was as powerful and utterly unhinged as any she’d ever read. And she’d spent the last...more than two weeks now, trying to move into his house, work under his orders? This was not going to work. She could never trust the orders of someone like that. She could never hurt or arrest anyone on his say-so. She didn’t even want to be in the same room with him.

She’d go home. Go back to Detroit. Save up, and try another team, later. They couldn’t all be like him, could they?

Jamie sat suddenly, barely catching a chair instead of landing on the floor. She was struggling to catch her breath.

Shit. None of the doctors had even looked at Jamie. No one was going to check in on what was happening in LodeStar’s home. What made Jamie look like that? What drove her brother to experiment on himself, rather than have something he might see as a vulnerability in that household?

Opal reached for the only failsafe she could think of close by. “Hey, maybe we should go find your mom?”

Jamie cringed, but nodded, dragging herself back upright. Opal followed close behind, hoping to find some kind of resolution.

* * *

Issac drifted in and out of consciousness several times. Reality had turned slippery, and even awake, he couldn’t seem to grasp hold of it. This time, when he woke, the ground under him felt a little more solid. Time felt a little more linear. 

He kept his eyes closed, trying to shut out reality. Trying not to notice what he couldn’t detect. He tried to focus inward. His mouth and tongue hurt, as if he’d cut them. A seizure, he remembered. Someone had told him he’d had a seizure, one of the other times he’d been awake. He must have bitten himself. His mouth tasted like blood.

He shifted his attention again, but his body was no refuge. His pulse was speeding; his back hurt like hell. There was a needle in his arm. His torso was canted upwards. Another hospital bed. 

More missing monitor noise. 

His mind had never been good at silence. He’d never been able to get it to shut up. To stop noticing. 

Then again, at least it was still working right. At least he did still notice things.

At least he’d woken up. 

Tears pricked at his closed eyes. He’d failed. Air escaped his lungs unevenly, and he sucked it back in, straining against ribs that whined about it, just like the last time. 

Whoever was in the room with him-- there must be someone-- didn’t notice his tears or any unwanted noises. There was no touch to his hand or face. No anything. If he wanted something, he’d have to signal it. He’d have to open his eyes and face whoever was there.

He pried open crusty, itchy eyes. This time, his vision landed first on his own paper-clad lap. 

There was a card in his hand in unfamiliar handwriting. Issac - you have had a seizure. Some confusion is normal. It will go away in a while. Please stop trying to remove the monitoring equipment. Your family will return soon. 

Soon? None of them were even in here with him? He looked up.

There was a man in the room. He was wearing a three-piece suit in brownish gray, with graying, sand-colored hair, and a severely bleached smile plastered on his face. He was sitting in the chair between Issac and the door with his ankle on his knee. As if this was a perfectly normal way to meet someone.

This was not a doctor. 

Issac gasped as his vision developed sudden spots. Black fractured the image in front of him. 

It was text. Good afternoon, Mr. Tillman-Voss.

Issac was wearing contacts. Revulsion rolled through him. He wanted to pull them off. He couldn’t stand the thought of touching them. Either the stranger knew he had them, or he thought Issac could hear. The man stood, still smiling. He reached into his blazer pocket, producing a little slip of paper. He walked the few paces between them, holding it out. A business card. Before Issac could read it, more text crowded the image out. I’m Frank Lasansky of Lasansky Security Technologies. Sorry if I’m catching you at a bad time.

A bad time? Issac wasn’t even wearing pants. How did these contacts end up on his eyes? Where was his family? I heard a while back about what happened to you and I think that’s a shame. Just a real shame. Still smiling. Issac would have punched the guy if he was more confident in his ability to stand up without falling down. There was something off about him-- a fakeness that went beyond his over-bleached teeth. Issac took the business card, but kept watching the man’s face.

It didn’t move right. Some kind of partial paralysis? 

And I thought, there’s a young man I’d like to meet. And my lucky day, I come to find out you’re in this very building when I am! Well, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that, could I? Huh? Right?

Issac didn’t know what else to do, so he shook his head “no.” Did this guy not know Issac lived in this building? How could he possibly not know that? It was Sentinel Plaza.

Lasansky. That name was familiar.

The weird smile stretched wider. Great! Glad to hear it. Because I am just dying to chat with you about those nanites of yours. Issac went cold. The nanites. He must be from the APB? Maybe he was here to take Issac away. Issac felt an irrational urge to check to make sure all his arms and legs were still attached. That they hadn’t been replaced with weaker models. He knew better, and he was being watched. Now, I already heard that this trial didn’t work out. That’s why I took the liberty of providing you with some hardware to help us out in our little chat. He tapped the space next to his eye, looking pleased with himself.

Issac recoiled. He would have assumed that either his parents or a nurse had put the contacts on him. That would have been bad enough. But to think that this random businessman had been touching Issac while he was either asleep or too out of it to have a say sent a spiky, electric chill up his spine. OK, he had his legs, but it felt that much closer to Jenna's fate, all the same.

Lasansky continued, either oblivious to Issac's alarm or electing to ignore it. But hey, these things happen. You can’t get it right on your first try every time, right? Issac wondered whether he was supposed to shake his head again, but this time Lasansky didn’t wait. I want you to know I’m not going to judge you for that. You know? I want you to hear that it’s not your fault. You didn’t have backup. No support. No team. 

Issac's horror ebbed a little, and he tried to shove it down faster. Don’t think about his eyes. This was obvious, and well-thought-out, flattery. This total stranger knew exactly what Issac wanted to hear. The polar opposite of what he’d be forced to sit through whenever his parents showed up to replace the stranger. 

Why was he flattering Issac?

Issac studied the man. The suit was high-end, and almost perfectly tailored, but cut a little too big in the shoulders. There was the smallest of silver roots visible at his hairline. His hands looked noticeably older than his face.

Ah. His face. He’d had too much Botox, too many face-lifts, or both. That’s why his expressions seemed off. Everything about him was pretending. 

Lasansky. Lasansky. He knew that name.

But a little birdie gave me some good news. Word on the street is, it’s your biggest birthday today! He leaned in conspiratorially. Issac leaned in, too, as if it mattered what volume the man spoke at. You’re a free man, Mr Tillman. The world is your oyster.

A free man. So, not arrested, anyway. Lasansky stood. Now I know this is irregular, God knows it’s not usually how we run things at Lasansky Security International, but you, young man, are special. I couldn’t run the chance of them squirreling you away in the attic all alone without my having spoken to you, first.

Of him being sent away like Jenna. 

Mr. Tillman, I am here to make you an offer.  Because the problem with working for the family business is, you have to work for your family! You have to be the baby at work and at home. Have your boss at the dinner table. Be constantly surrounded by people who have what they think are your best interests at heart, but who, deep down, can’t appreciate you for the adult that you are! Now the fact that you had to run this all by yourself tells me that they already gave you the vote of no confidence. They only see Issac the boy, not Issac the man. But I have seen your patent list, and I am ready to give you my full vote of confidence. I believe in your tech. I believe there’s a need for it, and I believe that with the right support, you can deliver your gift to the world. I am prepared to offer you just that support. 

This stranger-- this fake man in a thousand-dollar suit-- understood. Had grasped the whole dynamic of the situation without ever even meeting Issac. Issac glanced down briefly, thinking, and his eyes landed on perfectly shined shoes with a subtly higher-than-average heel. Trying to look tall.

Lasansky was the head of what had to be a huge, heavily politically-connected company, but even he had to pretend to be taller, healthier, younger than he was. No wonder he could understand Issac’s need to fix himself. Even Lasansky wasn’t high enough in the hierarchy to risk exposing even the smallest, most irrelevant weaknesses, like wrinkles or narrower shoulders. 

Well, even Mom wore tall shoes and sought the occasional nip and tuck, didn’t she? She just wore it better, or maybe invested more. 

If even the people at the top-- everyone who wasn’t altered-- had to protect themselves with artificial health and height, where did that leave someone with an actual weakness?

Lasansky approached the tilted hospital bed. Issac had to crane his neck back to keep watching him. He smiled down at Issac with gleaming teeth. Mr. Tillman, how would you like to join the Lasansky Securities family?

* * *

Time bled by Yael at an agonizing crawl. Xe didn’t know how long xe’d been sitting on the cool tile floor of xyr bedroom, not really seeing anything. Xyr back was still against the door, where it was easiest to hear Papa not coming after xyr, not trying to argue through the door. Xe’d let xyr mind go blank, listening to that silence.

When xyr phone went off, Yael jumped so hard xe banged xyr head against the door. Xe grabbed the phone out of xyr pocket, answering to stop its intrusion. Xe forgot all about Papa for a moment when xe realized it was Issac. Or, at least, Issac's phone.

“Hello?” xe asked cautiously, not sure who to expect on the other end.

Issac himself answered. “Yeah. Uhm. Hi.”

Yael's head dropped back, hitting the door with another bang. “You’re OK. You’re OK, right? Oh my Gosh, can you hear me? You’re on the phone!”

There was a pause. “I…no. I have translation software. I can’t hear you.” 

“Sorry it didn’t work.” And xe was, a little. Mostly, xe was happy he was conscious, coherent and alive. Now they just had to get through the fallout with the APB. Nodiah wasn’t going to be happy.

Issac didn’t even try to hide his discomfort, which was refreshing. “Yeah.” Yael looked behind xyr, as if xe could see through the door. Xe had no idea where Papa was, if he was hearing all of this. “I need your help.”

Yael crossed xyr legs, straightening. Trying not to think about how “helping” him this morning had gone. “What do you need?”

“An escort? I, uhm. I got a job. Just now.” Yael pulled the phone away from xyr ear, and stared at it, baffled. Was Issac actually coherent? “I know that’s weird. But it’s this guy who works with the APB, and he actually believes in my research. Wants to use it to help people.” Official approval! Thank heaven. Issac would be safe, now. Problems were knocking themselves out left and right. 

 “I’m eighteen. I can move out, any time I want to. They can’t stop me. But it’s like… I’ll have to live in just like…a place. Just standard security systems. I’d feel better if you came along, too. You’re almost eighteen. Can you?” A flicker of hesitation. “Will you?”

Yael rushed the phone back to xyr ear, glancing back against the door again. Hopefully Papa hadn’t heard that.

Xyr first impulse was to tell Issac “no.” He was hurt. He needed his family. He needed to be protected, here at home.

Except now, home wasn’t safe, either. He needed safety and family. Maybe Yael really was his best bet for both. Papa wasn’t listening to Yael-- maybe none of the others would, either. 

“On one condition. We have to bring Jamie, too. We can’t leave her here.” Xe hoped Melissa would protect her, but if nobody but Yael saw the danger--

“What? I. But. I mean. If she wants to…You think she would? But she’s sixteen.”

“We have to try.”

“Uh. Sure. Try away.”

“Is…Your mom isn’t with you, now.”

“Obviously.”

“You’re alone?”

“I…I guess they came in earlier. I don’t remember.”

“Have you seen Neil?”

“I guess.”

“Jamie?”

“I don’t remember, OK? Seizures can do that. Just…pack up. I’ll get home when I can to do the same.” He said his goodbyes, which Yael echoed in a haze, then hung up.

Moving out? Xe’d never planned to leave. Xyr room had always just evolved with xyr. This was Yael’s home.

But a home wasn’t such a big thing to sacrifice for your brother and sister. 

Xe heard shuffling outside. Papa’s normally light footfalls were slow and plodding, either because he was just that tired, or to warn xyr he was coming.

The handle beside xyr head turned, and Yael looked over at it as the door tried to shift inward. Yael was more than heavy enough to keep it closed.

Papa’s voice was muffled, but only a little bit irritated. “Yael, I’ve bought you a very large bed, two futons, and an office chair. Why do you insist on sitting on the floor?”

Xe didn’t even bother to pretend to be angry. “I’m being a barricade.”

“Well, stop being a barricade and go back to being my daughter. I need to talk to her.”

Maybe it was just because xe was so upset about everything else, but xe was suddenly annoyed by his misgendering, and didn’t watch xyr tongue. “I’m not your daughter.”

Shit! Yael’d said it before thinking, then realized how Papa would hear it. Xe scrambled to xyr feet and threw the door open.

He was standing there, half turned from the door, his expression a broken attempt at stoicism. He met xyr eyes with a piercing, angry gaze and a mouth that tugged down at the corners, obviously hurt. 

This time xyr blurted words did better. “I didn’t mean it like that! I meant-- ugh. You’ve heard Jamie and Issac use non-gendered pronouns for me for five months now. Take a hint!”

The pain in his expression cleared, some, replaced by sincere confusion. “You never asked me to call you that.”

“I thought it would be obvious.”

“I didn’t want to assume. Sometimes siblings have things they don’t want to share with-- I was trying not to intrude!” He shook his head. “This is absurd. Yael, aren’t we having enough fights today? Let’s put this on hold.”

Surprisingly diplomatic of him, even if he was sidestepping something important to xyr. Xe tried to stay calm. Xe crossed xyr arms. “All right. Which fight do you want to have first?”

Papa replied with an exasperated, but not entirely unamused sigh, and stepped forward. Xe let him in. He paused. “How about the one about how your room looks like you’re afraid of drawers, closets and boxes?”

“Really?”

He shoved over a pile of hoodies and sat on one of the futons. “No.” He rubbed his face. 

The silence stretched out. Papa was lost in thought. Yael collapsed onto the opposite futon, toying with the corduroy.

Finally he looked to xyr. “Which do you want to start with?”

Yael spread xyr hands helplessly, shaking xyr head. Xe had no idea how to untangle all of this. But xe didn’t want him to leave.

Xe didn’t want to leave.

To xyr amusement, he pulled out a coin. He looked at xyr. “Heads, your fight with Neil, tails, the…the other thing.”

Xe nodded, and he flipped the coin, catching it and slapping it to his hand. “Heads,” he announced. 

They looked at each other, bracing for a fight neither of them wanted to have. “Tell me what happened. I won’t say anything until you’ve finished. Just this once.”

Too good an offer to pass up. “Issac was following in his father’s and Jenna's and Drew's footsteps. He decided to fight his limitations directly, and he had the science. He limited the MARTIN sensors and used his nanites to try to repair his audio nerve.” Xe refused to look ashamed. “Jamie and I helped him, and kept his secret. And I am not sorry we did.” That was much easier to say now that xe knew he really was OK. “He has the right to try to better himself.” 

Xe couldn’t read Papa’s reaction, so xe just kept going. “But he had a seizure, Jamie used the failsafe, and we called for help. The EMTs got Issac, and Drew went with them, and as soon as Neil and Jamie and I were alone, he started shouting at her, and then he lunged for her. I intercepted him and tried to make him back off. He wouldn’t. That’s pretty much when you came in.”

Papa might not have interrupted, but now he was shaking his head. “You misinterpreted. You were upset and you misunderstood.”

“How would you know? You weren’t there!” xe challenged. 

“Neil wouldn’t. He adores Jamie. He loves all of you kids.” Yael shook xyr head, glaring daggers at the floor as he continued. “You’ve known him your whole life. You know he would never hurt any of you.”

“I’ve been trying to believe in that, and in him. This whole time I’ve been trying. But he’s not the man I grew up with. That man would never abandon Issac for days at a time like this. Not for any reason. And today-- I’ve seen enough film of your missions to know he can kill with less rage than that. I wouldn’t let anyone looking like that near Jamie or Issac.”

Xe readied for arguments and shouting yet again. Instead, Papa looked distracted and troubled.

Deep down, part of Yael wanted to be wrong. Even hurting Neil unfairly would be better than Neil being a real danger to Jamie. Neil would heal. If he was the person Yael thought xe remembered, he would even forgive.

But Papa had stopped arguing. Xe couldn’t imagine a more hollow victory.

They sat in painful silence for a moment. 

“I…I’ll talk to him. And Melissa,” he promised.

“There’s more.” 

He looked horrified. “More? How could there possibly be more?” Realization dawned. “The phone call.”

“It was Issac.”

“Well then, that’s good!”

Xe nodded, hesitantly. “Yes, that’s good,” xe hedged. “You know it’s his birthday.”

“What a birthday.”

“He’s eighteen. He called me to say he’s not coming back, except to pack his things. He’s moving out. And he sure is Melissa’s son, because he’s somehow landed himself a job since this morning.”

Papa’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.”

Yael threw up xyr hands. “It wasn’t my idea!”

“Well, tell him not to!”

“When has that ever worked? At least it’s APB-backed, so he won’t get arrested for this morning.”

“He can’t just go out there, alone.”

Here it was. “He won’t be alone.” Yael gulped, but raised xyr chin. “I’m going with him.”

Papa rocketed to his feet.“The hell you are!” All his bombastic energy was back from before. “This is absurd! We had a fight! That is no reason. No. Reason.”

Yael didn’t have it in xyr now to fight about this. Instead, xe kept xyr voice low, which had the surprising effect of making Papa pause. “I know. I’m not going to get away from you. I’m going to protect him. Because he shouldn’t go out there alone.”

“I forbid it.”

“Then be prepared to fight me with real force every single day. Be prepared to break my legs faster than they can heal, because that’s what it’ll take.” 

Papa was visibly repulsed. “This is no time for dramatics.”

“I’m being sincere. I know you don’t have a lot of recent practice with honesty, but try and remember what it sounds like. If you’re not willing to go that far, then you won’t keep me here. And you don’t want to.”

“Of course I want to! You’re my--” Xe had to hand it to him; he stopped before ‘daughter’ this time. He was trying. “Family. And you belong here.”

“Do you want to leave Issac unprotected? Out there? He’s your family. He’s hurt. Are you going to abandon him?”

“This is madness.”

“I told you that I’d defend them. From anyone and anything. I meant that.” Not a hero’s oath, but the one that came from xyr heart.

“What about Jamie?” 

“I don’t know yet. But you’ll protect her, won’t you?”

Papa sank down on the futon, hands over his eyes. “There is nothing about this that I don’t hate.”

“But you will.”

He scowled at the ceiling from behind his hand. “Yes, of course I will.”

Silence swallowed them up, and Yael noticed the rain for the first time. Rain was supposed to cleanse. Yael didn’t feel cleansed, but at least some things between them were out. The inside of xyr head felt a little cleaner for it. 

Eventually Yael commented, “I think that was the quietest fight we’ve ever had.”

“I think I lost.”                          

* * *

“Ms. Tillman-Voss? Your brother would like to see you.” The nurse looked at Jamie and Opal, and all the empty chairs in the private waiting room. “Is your mother not here?”

“She went for coffee,” Jamie answered automatically. That had been three hours ago, but it still stood. Jamie had no doubt that wherever Mom was, she’d have a cup of coffee with her. Jamie explaining the morning to Mom hadn’t gone well. Jamie stood, then hesitated, looking back at Opal. “Can you--?”

“I’ll wait here,” Opal assured. It helped. Opal had been sitting with Jamie this whole time, even though Jamie was too full of waiting to be any kind of good company. She’d spent most of the last hour giving Jamie entertaining summaries of Gothic novels with unflattering appraisals of characters’ decision-making abilities. She’d kept it up, even though Jamie didn’t have it in her to laugh at anything right now. They made her almost smile and kept her partially occupied, and that was more than Jamie could have asked for. 

Jamie glanced back over her shoulder as she followed the nurse out, getting one more sympathetic smile and encouraging wave from Opal before following the nurse down the same hall her dad had disappeared down three hours ago. She hadn’t seen or heard from him, since. She told herself it was because a broken bone could take a while to treat.

Issac was sitting up, awake and lucid, when Jamie slipped quietly into the room. The nurse shut the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone. His lips weren’t blue. His eyes were focused, if bloodshot. He had on two medical bracelets and a white paper card in each hand. One large, one small. The sensors were still on his forehead. He watched her with trepidation, licking his lips. 

Jamie almost tripped over her shoes crossing the space between them. She wrapped both arms around him and pulled him close enough that she could tell that he was warm, that he wasn’t shaking. She tried to make out a heartbeat, but her own heart was pounding too hard. He put one hand on her back, hesitantly. The hand didn’t shake or jerk. It was steady. 

She took a deep breath, pulling away, and grabbed his pillow from behind him. She cataloged all the sensors on his head, his sternum, and his wrist bracelet. She aimed for his forearm and stomach, and hit him with the paper-wrapped pillow almost as hard as she could. “Never! Again!”

Issac raised his arms, trying to fend off the unexpected attack, but neglecting to grab the pillow. She gripped it, dragging it off the side of the bed, glaring at him with stinging eyes. Even if he didn’t know what she’d said, he should be able to work out why she was mad. 

He was still for a second, hands still raised defensively, not sure whether she’d strike another fluffy vinyl blow. That was fair; she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to hit him again. She was gratified to see him frantically searching for an appropriate response. 

Tentatively, he reached out a hand, and that was enough invitation. She grabbed him in another tight hug, dropping the pillow back on the bed so she could grab him with both hands and be sure she could feel him breathing. “You jerk. I threw up four times because of you. If you ever try that again, next time I’m just going to let you--” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t even finish the thought. Didn’t want the twitching, blue-lipped vision it conjured up. She realized belatedly there was no way he could hold a tablet, because he was actually hugging her back this time. She was just as happy he hadn’t heard her threat. She sniffed hard, trying not to get snot on his paper pajamas, and squeezed him again. 

He answered anyway. “I promise not to ask you to do something like that again. Sorry.”

She muttered with her head on his shoulder. “You better not. Practically gave me a heart attack.”

“Liar. Your cardio system is like the only thing on you that halfway works right.”

Jamie startled, letting go. “You heard me!” Oh thank G-d, it was over. Whatever came next, it would all have to work out. Issac's gambit had paid off. Mom and Dad would have to forgive them for it eventually, now. She was almost lightheaded with relief. 

“No. I’m wearing the contacts.” 

Shit. She could see it cost him to even say it. But seeing him turn red in the face was good. Red wasn’t blue.

“Oh. Well. I’m glad you can use those now. I can’t even tell the difference!” He couldn’t hear her tone, but she was pretty sure it was still unconvincing. Not because it wasn’t true, but because of everything she knew would come with it. She gripped the paper of his hospital gown. “So…are you OK?”

He didn’t look at her this time, watching his own hand tap the sheets. “Well, I’m not dead. There doesn’t seem to be any more brain damage. Still can’t hear. So, mostly the same, I guess. My back hurts,” he added offhandedly. Jamie’s gut flipped, remembering the unnatural looking way it had bowed off the bed. “But I guess…mostly the same.” 

He turned his hand over. There was a handwritten notecard in it, in an unfamiliar handwriting. You are in the hospital due to a seizure. Some confusion and soreness-- He closed his hand around the card, then looked at the other card, which seemed to be a business card. He didn’t turn that around, so she couldn’t read it. 

“So uhm. I guess my experiment got someone’s attention at the APB--”

Her hand clenched around the paper of his shirt again. She looked down at his wrist. He wasn’t cuffed to the hospital bed or anything. Looked around the room. No sign of any security measures beyond the default. 

Issac was OK, but would he stay OK? Would they ship him off to some hellish prison in Detroit? Issac couldn’t make it in a place like that-- hearing or not. 

Jamie couldn’t protect him from that. From anything. “We’re at the APB,” she interrupted. He paused, then looked around the room, realizing it was true. “MARTIN called them,” Jamie added furiously. Stupid super-intelligent security system didn’t understand the risk it was putting Issac through.

“Oh. MARTIN.” He was quiet so long she had to squish the urge to bend over and check his eyes, to make sure they weren’t rolled back. Then he took an expansive breath. “Anyway, this guy who works with the APB is interested in my research. He offered me a job.” His eyes skittered up to meet hers. “And I took it.”

They stared at each other. He had the good sense to look a little hangdog. Finally, Jamie spoke, trying to sound as even-keel as possible. “I don’t want this to sound mean, but I think they should scan your brain for injuries again.”

Issac looked supremely unimpressed, but pointed at a monitor with a display that meant nothing to her. “Read all you want. I have.” He held up his phone. “I even got some notes from them.” He shifted, sitting straighter and warming to his subject. “Look, this is what I need. Just…some space to figure things out. Some backup so I can work without…” He gestured at the machinery behind him without actually looking at any of it. Jamie's eyes skimmed along them. There were a lot of them. A lot of things the doctors were worried about.

Legal protection. That was worth a lot. Was it more than their family could provide? 

“But you live with Mom,” Jamie attempted to reason. “She owns everything in your lab.”

He frowned. “Well, obviously I’m going to have to move out. That’s fine. I’m old enough.”

Jamie thought of Mom’s torn up cuticles and the cracks in the dark glaze on her nails. This morning, the cracks had been gone, and the plum glaze traded out for a less obvious nude color. Tidied up, but with the expectation of future chips. 

“I was going to move out soon, anyway. What’s a few months’ difference?”  

“Mom’s going to see a difference.” 

“Well, then that’s her problem,” he answered with attempted glibness. Jamie’s heart sank. “Yael wants you to come. With us. Xe’s moving out with me. As a bodyguard kind of thing. I don’t mind. If you want to.”

She made up her mind in an instant. She’d failed Issac once already today. She couldn’t quit now. She nodded, just once, and he seemed both pleased and surprised. 

She’d figure this out one way or another.

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Conspiracy Theory Harry and Meghan are attending concerts to be photographed around celebrities because in real life celebrities are ghosting them. by u/Sense_Difficult

Conspiracy Theory Harry and Meghan are attending concerts to be photographed around celebrities because in real life celebrities are ghosting them. So the Daily Mail has another article about Harry and Meghan attending a Katy Perry concert. (Actually it was about Celine Dion but mentioned they were in the same VIP box.) Something about it just seemed weird to me. I'm not a concert fan but it just seems like a very strange thing for a 40 year oldish couple to do so much considering they have two small children at home and are also supposed to be "humanitarians".Also, Harry looks miserable all the time. The same way he did at Beyonce. And then I though Katy Perry? Really? But then it occurred to me that they might be trying to get their photographs with other celebrities. (The same way they did at the Beyonce concert). It's similar to them attending the Sushi restaurant at the same time as Gwyneth and Cameron Diaz while dropping gossip in the press that they were eating together.Seems like a grifters version of getting photographs and meeting much more important celebrities as if they are all "hanging out in the same places" when essentially they just spent a fortune on the VIP section to be caught in the same photograph. And maybe that's what the whole WME deal was, just a way for them to get insider information on more famous celebrities to try to schmooze them.What do you all think?ETA: I just notice that the article mentions that Harry flew in in on a private Jet with Cameron Diaz. LOL I picture her desperately avoiding him with her ibuds in and a face mask ignoring him completely and then him "selling the story to the press" that they flew in "together." LOLhttps://https://ift.tt/OsIg8P3 you for the archive link fellow sinner: ASplendidAddresshttps://archive.ph/A0iVW​ post link: https://ift.tt/Cy8xwNT author: Sense_Difficult submitted: November 06, 2023 at 03:42PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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