#and got emotional over how i’ve really been w these girlies from the start

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#came back from watching nope (go watch it too btw) #and got emotional over how i’ve really been w these girlies from the start #and how they continue to be extraordinary rolemodels to me and so many others #ME AND YOU AGAINST THE WORLD🗣

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“I still don’t understand why you need me for this.”

“I told you, you know the layout better. Since you didn’t give me a map like usual. Sides’ the place is empty- I wanted to ask more about how your whole business works. Somewhere truly private, y’know?”

It was the oldest trick in the book. Get them talking about themself so you can work. Or get them to say something incriminating. Which Antigone, of course, did not oblige.

It was slow work, but Maxwell managed to take back the notes Andrew used to leave in houses. They had sent to work painting the Antigone family seal on them in invisible ink.

With their family’s past (one easily dug up), the police would have no problem convicting Nikos Antigone of everything. All Andrew would have to do was play hostage here in just a few minutes.

“Oh, I need to pick this lock- bit of a two-hand job. Could you hold the note?”

Antigone growled but agreed with a sneer. Andrew discreetly pressed the button for Maxwell. Most likely he was calling the police right now- saying, well, something, anything, to get them there quick. Andrew couldn’t help but smile.

“You know, I didn’t know we went to the same school.” Perfect topic to stall with.

Antigone was immediately thrown off. “What? W-We did?” He sputtered.

Good lord. Bring something up from a criminal’s past and they’re all yours to manipulate.

“According to the book of signatures I passed around on graduation day, yes. Same year and everything.”

Antigone was now staring Andrew down with a dangerous glint in his eye. He ever so slightly thumbed at the dagger hilt on his belt. Okay, backpedaling now.

But the moment he saw faint police lights outside, he knew he had to keep going, for better or for worse. He only had one shot…!

So still fiddling with the lock, he blurted, “I saw your old school sweetheart the other day. Jennifer, right?”

Antigone froze. A stillness hung ominously in the air, like a jaguar about to pounce. The hairs on the back of Andrew’s neck stood up, and he almost started praying.

“How dare-“

Saved by the fuzz, though! As soon as Antigone looked as though he could kill Andrew, the men in uniform came streaming in the front door.

Andrew wasn’t all that scared. He winked at Antigone before yelling. “Help! I’m up here, he’s got a knife! Please help!” And more quietly, “Might wanna check the back of that note, Mr. Tig.”

Antigone didn’t bother to look, and instead pulled out the same weapon Andrew shouted about. “You tricked me!” he jabbed the knife at Andrew, who put his hands up in instinctive defense. “You lying snake!” And to the smaller man’s sickening shock, Antigone swung the knife, barely grazing his cheek and hitting his hand by sheer chance.

But upon hearing footsteps getting closer, the towering villain backed away, leaving Andrew to yelp in shock and fright and the rapidly reddening wound.

An officer stamped his way up the nearby stairs, and shouted at Antigone to freeze, but the man wasn’t having it. Andrew hadn’t thought Antigone would ever use an actual weapon on him- he was wrong. Whimpering in pain and paralyzing, icy fear, he moved only to foolishly pull out the blade and grip his bloodied hand.

“I am not to blame! This scoundrel here-” Antigone shook a finger at Andrew, “-is the thief you’ve been looking for! He did this to himself to make me-”

“Yeah, Chapman told us you’d say that.” A twinge of comfort came with hearing Max’s name, along with the struggling Antigone, who was now being arrested despite his best efforts.

And just like that it’s over, Andrew thought to himself as the officers walked him to a car and drove him to a hospital.

~*~

A day later in that same hospital, Andrew was recovering from a surprisingly quick surgery.

“The knife went through the top of your right palm, losing you a pinky and very nearly your ring finger, too. You have a couple options now; leave the stump or find a prosthetic somehow. Both are up to you to manage,” the soft spoken nurse informed him as soon as he was lucid enough to understand.

“Well, shit. Thanks, uh,” he peeked at her name badge. “Thanks Mary. Guessing you’re not gonna give me a new one for free then?”

“No, but I might,” came a gentle yet dry voice from the door.

Andrew turned as the nurse excused herself. “Max!” a fuzzy black figure hopped up on the bed next to him. “And Maxie!”

“Now, I’m not really supposed to have her in here, so…” Max chuckled, sitting down and giving the cat a few pets.

“Nah, I get it. So, finally coming to see me, huh?”

“I’ve been too swamped with end-of-case work. Our plan worked, you’re off scot free. I considered resigning, but-”

“But you don’t love me that much, I getcha,” Andrew teased.

Maxwell gave him a look. “More that I love my job too much to let it go, risks be damned.”

“Makes sense. But you didn’t come here to talk about work, did you?”

Maxwell reached for Andrew’s now four-fingered hand, gently running his five over the bandages. “This wouldn’t have happened if I had just-”

“Hey, it doesn’t matter now. You know that,” Andy reassured him, running his good hand through Max’s thick black locks. The man leaned into the touch, putting his own hand on Andy’s cheek.

“You terrify me,” he almost whispered after a moment. Andrew tilted his head but didn’t say anything. “I’ve never felt so conflicted before meeting you. It was torture. And even now I can’t be sure that loving you is a good thing.”

“Neither can I. And I’ve never met someone that can make me feel so cornered. I didn’t know I wanted to be. But, we’re both selfish jerks. So if loving you is gonna be bad for me, it wouldn’t be the first bad decision either of us has made.”

This made Max chuckle and lean in to kiss Andy. “You’re probably right.”

~*~

It had been a few months. A new metal finger glinted on Andrew’s right hand.

“Jennifer.”

“Andrew.”

“So, I heard ole’ Mr. Antigone is in prison now?”

She gave a solemn nod. “For ten years.”

Andrew blew a low whistle. “Well, shit.”

Her demeanor went from closed to fiery. “This is your fault, you know. I know you and Chapman did something to pin your shit on Nikos. And now I won’t be able to see him!”

Andrew drew away slightly. Both were silent for a time.

“…I think I get it now.”

“What.”

“I remind you of him, don’t I? That’s why when he disappeared to lead his family’s ‘business’ you attached yourself to me.”

She sighed. “…I don’t know. I guess I just hoped I could still hold onto him somehow.”

“So you held on to the crook classmate that shared some resemblance with him.”

She shook her head. Not as a ‘no’ but more as a self-chastise.

“We were horrible for each other. It’s no wonder we fell apart.”

“Yeah.” Another pause. “You could see about visitations.”

“I’ll figure that out on my own. I don’t even know if he’d want to see me. But, I know there’s still good in him. At least I hope so.”

“Heh. There’s my Jenny. Always hoping-“

“-never planning. I know, I know.”

He stood up and started to get ready to go.

“For what it’s worth, I’m at least sort of glad I knew you,” she said with a twinge of sadness.

“Same here. It’s probably best if we didn’t stay friends, but I’m sticking with that bakery. You can always come find me.”

And for the first time in years, she smiled at him- a genuine smile. “Thanks, Andrew. Good luck with your bitch detective.”

“With George and Darwin always lurking around? I’m gonna need it. Good luck with your crime lord.”

“I think I’ll need it too.”

They laughed, and then left, one by one.

~*~

Isabella was melancholically gathering her belongings from the bakery, occasionally swiping up a tear. Andrew walked in by coincidence, and she rushed to hug him.

“It’s not gonna be the same around here without me,” she mumbled into his chest.

“No, but it’s probably for the best,” he said, returning the embrace. “I’m so sorry, Izzy. It wasn’t fair for me to bring you into all this.”

“No, it’s alr… No, you’re right.” And with that, she couldn’t help but start crying again. “But thanks for being my dad, if only for a little while.”

“Dad, really?” he chuckled. “Sure kid. You changed my world for the better. Even if I hurt you.”

“I’ll never forget you. And… Well, I love you.”

“I love you too, girlie.”

She held onto him for just a little longer, before taking a shaky breath and grabbing her bag. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

He gave her a dim smile. “You’re tough, kiddo. You can’t stay shackled to someone like me, though. I know you’ve got the guts to do what’s best for you.”

She wavered, unsure if she wanted to hug him again. But ultimately, she steeled herself, said a goodbye, and walked away leaving a bittersweet taste behind.

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a compilation | han

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: cup of angst, with a dash of fluff

Tags: blurbs, unrequitedlove, ANGsT, floof?

A/N: this is a compliation of han - related blurbs, undeveloped plots, and angst, plus a tiny bit of fluff

let me know if there are any you think I should continue with!

@bunnyhani​ happy late omg im so sorry birthday, luv!!! you actually make me smile so much, you are a highlight in my life and since none of the scenarios i was trying to make actually really seemed like enough, i just made a few, unfinished, unrelated blurbs, chats, random han related thoughts and compiled them for you ~

01. build me a bridge of rose petals

unrequitedlove!reader

“This isn’t something I can just get over,” I mumbled quietly into the phone. My best friend sighed in response, thoroughly annoyed with hearing of me and my failures at romance. 

“Look, y/n,” she hummed, irritation sprayed heavily into her words. “Cry me a fucking river, build a bridge, and get your dumb, absolutely idiotic ass over it. He isn’t worth your time. You’ve been in love with the dick for - how long - like a decade now. And not once has he reciprocated your feelings.”

A sob built in my throat and I bit my lip to keep it from escaping. I’d yell back, if I had the energy. But I didn’t. And she was right, any who. I’d been hopelessly in love with the one, the only, Han Jisung for years, since middle school. And never once had he liked me back. We had been friends for all this time, yes, Jisung and I. We had even gone dancing together a few times. 

“Stop dreaming, stop selling yourself short, stop rejecting all these other guys in the hopes he’ll magically like you back because you’re hurting yourself. I can’t stand seeing you like this any longer, y/n. I know I sound like an ass, but you deserve all the happiness in the world and I know you will never in a million years, find that with Jisung.

“Forget him, y/n. Forget him and be happy.” 

“... okay,” was all I could manage. Because ultimately, she was right. I had been letting him get in the way of my happiness for far too long. “Talk later.” 

And shutting off the phone, I tossed it across the room. Her voice echoed in my mind, “Forget him, y/n. Forget him and be happy.”

It wasn’t that easy, though, I thought to myself. He’s just always there. Han Jisung’s always on my mind. His smile. His voice. His eyes, lord, his eyes. The curve of his lips. The way he looked when he laughed. 

A sudden bout of painful coughing rumbled deep through my diaphragm, wracking my whole body with violent bouts of wheezing until I was left gasping for breath. Something pink flew out of my mouth fluttered slowly to the ground. I brought my hand up to my lips to investigate and the sickeningly sweet smell of roses wafted through the room.

My finger tips fell away from my mouth wet. Covered in blood. Another cough shook my body. 

Two more rose petals shot past my lips. 

02. lotto winner

bestfriend!jisung

“My gosh, __,” Jisung whined, scrolling through his instagram feed for the third time that hour. “What are you doing, wrestling with the zipper? Why do you take so long?”

“Yah, Han Jisung! Trying on clothes isn’t as easy as you think, okay?” you shouted through the changing stall door, still trying to decide whether the outfit looked good on you or not. “Can you look at this outfit and tell me what you think? I don’t know if it fits my body right.”

“Fine,” your companion sighed. “Just hurry, up, okay?” Jisung stared wistfully out the window at the bright blue sky. It was really lovely this afternoon and he had to spend it with you, inside an expensive clothing store looking like it had just come out of tumblr’s aesthetic page, waiting for you to try on clothes.

Jisung subconsciously glanced down at his watch right as you hesitantly exited your changing stall. The edge of the baby blue cropped crew neck ended right above the waistband of the black corduroy skirt and the trim of your skirt fell right a good six inches above your knees. Cradling your arms to your chest, you shot your friend a nervous smile. Frilly and girly wasn’t your usual look, you would have rather worn a pair of boyfriend jeans and one of Jisung’s oversized sweaters.

“What do you think?”

“You look good, now let’s go,” he spoke and not bothering to spare a glance up, he shrugged. You noticed of course.

“Yah! Jisung, you idiot!” you yelled, picking up the closest pair of pants next to you and throwing them directly at the head of your best friend. “You’re supposed to actually look when I ask you to.”

Peeling the pants off his head, Jisung rolled his neck, now more irritated than he was 3 seconds ago. First you waste his time and now you throw a pair of pants at him. What the hell? When would the torture end? He sighed for the nth time that afternoon, gaze finally traveling over your figure. And all irritation drained out of him like it was nothing. 

The second his eyes fell over your shy smile and flushed cheeks, all he could think of was damn. You looked good. The miniskirt complimented your curves and accentuated the length of your legs. Baby blue against black wouldn’t have been his first choice, but the innocent way you looked up at him erased all color complaints he had.

Whatever guy started ended up stealing your heart would be one damn lotto winner.

Coming back to himself, Jisung scoffed, immediately looking away from you. A pretty pink flush tickled the apples of his cheeks.

“W-what?” you stuttered, looking down at yourself nervously. “It doesn’t look good, does it? Oh my- I should have known better. It’s the color combination, right? I knew I should have picked pink or something-”

Jisung snorted, pushing himself up to flick you in the forehead. Stunned, the speech spilling from your tongue like word vomit halted and you looked at him.

“Oh my God, __. First things first, I didn’t need to look at you because I know you look fine in anything you pick. Secondly, now that I finally looked at you, I just realized that I shouldn’t have because now I’m disappointed. You don’t look as pretty as I was envisioning you.”

“Shut up, dumbass!” All prior unease forgotten, you smacked him in the shoulder. “Another comment like that and I won’t buy you food.”

“Okay, jeez,” he snickered, rubbing the spot you hit him. “You do look pretty, though.”

“Yeah, right.” You called, flouncing back into the changing stall with a pout. “You just want food.”

“Believe what you want to,” Jisung sang back, settling back down onto the couch outside the stall, all thoughts of you and just how good you looked erased. “I could always leave you here.”

Within seconds, you were out of the stall, completely changed and the slightest bit pink in the face. Jisung bit back a laugh. If there was anything you hated more than the thought of being with him (romantically), it was the thought of being without Jisung.

03. best friends v. break ups

text convo

j*s.~.ng: I've never felt more exhausted… j*s.~.ng: normally I wouldn't publicize this j*s.~.ng: but my heart hurts. So. Much j*s.~.ng: can I call you? j*s.~.ng: ahit nvm. j*s.~.ng: i forgot you're on a blind date…. j*s.~.ng: forget everything and ples enjoy :))) y/n: *5 seconds later* hey you okay? j*s.~.ng: all good ☺ y/n: don't hide behind emojis I know you better than that j*s.~.ng: but you're on a date j*s.~.ng: what are you doing texting me y/n: he kinda already left because you kept texting j*s.~.ng: shit. j*s.~.ng: I'm so sorry. y/n: don't be. He was a control freak j*s.~.ng: are you sure I'm not interrupting something? y/n: absolutely, chill j*s.~.ng: can...you pick me up? y/n: already in my car. Where you at?

04. silently 

unrequited!reader

It was all too soon when I got that feeling again. You know… that feeling.

That feeling, the one you get where your heart, slowly breaking, drops without hesitation into the depths of your stomach and begins to churn, boiling up a brew with the irritating emotions called heartbreak, loneliness, and hurt. The stench of the horrific brew rises and rises and continues to rise in your stomach, building up pressure in your lungs and making it hard to breathe properly. It eventually makes its way to your eyes, odor building tears up… and then there’s really nothing you can do to keep them from falling.

You know… that feeling.

I’ve loved the same boy since I was eleven years old. For a portion, a small one mind you, of that time, I was told he liked me back. Of course, that was merely a miniscule section of that time, the rest of the time, we decided to grow up, only when I grew up, I was left with the same feelings I’d had for him all those years ago. It killed me.

And it was only natural that he wasn’t.

We’d both had a couple flings with other people tossed in there… but my mind was constantly on him and his... wasn’t. His eyes, his lips, his arms, his laugh, his smile. I loved him. And nothing was ever going to happen between us. Because of his lack of self confidence, he always looked for affirmation in month long relationships, only to break it off, then find someone else over the course of the next week.

Did it hurt? Yeah. Of course it hurt. Fuck, it burned like shit. But what could I do?

I’d talk it out with close friends, my mom. It wouldn’t solve anything though. I was still left with that same heartache, the same slow, numbing pain.

There were those instances I wouldn’t see him for a while and those overpowering feelings would subside into a a low, near non existent hum. It would be those periods of time that would hurt the most, yet also be the most peaceful. During those hours, days, weeks… I would find myself missing him, his hugs, his smile… but I would also find solace in those moments of not having to worry about him, how he was doing, what I’d wear when I saw him next...

But through all those times, through all those years… it had never hurt this much. He’d already had so many girlfriends before and his yearning, his unquenching desire for constant affirmation seemed never to be satisfied, so he dropped one and moved on again.

When he and I made eye contact from the ends of the hall ways, a bright smile overtook my lips like it always did. This time though, it wasn’t because he was wearing a pair of slim cut denim jeans with a white form-fitting button down and a black suit jacket and looking the most attractive I’d seen him in a while, it was because I had decided to finally come in terms with my feelings. I loved him and appreciated him as a person, a friend... and a boy.

He approached me with a playful smile, the brightness of his expression challenging the setting sun.

But was we made our way into the room, sat down beside each other like regular, and began to talk, the conversation took a turn, one that really wasn’t in favor of my mood.

He brought up his newest girlfriend.

It wasn’t like I was angry at him for having a girlfriend, I was just a good friend, nothing more than that to him. He wasn’t mine. He was his own person.  

“So..” I hummed, trying to keep the conversation light, though really it’s not like anyone would have noticed my sudden shift in mood. I mean, we’re talking about me for goodness sake. I threw shade for fun and if I was hurt, it’d always be masked by my overpowering sarcasm. One sudden mood shift wouldn’t stand out, after all, I’d had enough practice hiding my true feelings from an unfortunate many times before. “She’s pretty?”

“Oh, exponentially more so,” he hummed, a radiant, beautiful smile decorating his lips as his mind drifted off once more to his gorgeous girlfriend. I never got that smile. That special, heart breaking smile was only reserved for the best, the prettiest and that was not me. “She’s... everything I didn’t realize I wanted in someone...”

He continued on, speaking of her eyes and how they glittered with this special something every time he saw her. Had my eyes ever looked like that to him?

He brought up her hair, how soft it felt when he ran his fingers through it, how it always seemed to fall perfectly. My hair... I reached up subconsciously to touch it. Was it soft? Did it ever look effortlessly beautiful like that?

His eyes glowed when he redirected his description of her to her smile. He said it was perfect, the way it shaped her eyes into pretty little crescent moons, and that when they were together, it seemed her lips were curved into nothing but. I frowned. He never noticed - wait no, of course he didn’t. Why would he notice my smile when his mind was solely on hers?

I brought my knees up to my chest, the familiar feeling of self pity slowly consuming me. I could no longer concentrate on trying to be a supportive friend while my heart was breaking like this.

I choked back a silent sob. He continued speaking, eyes glazed over in adoration of his girlfriend. My eyes burned, tears welling up at the corners. He chuckled, laughing about something she reminded him of. I reached up, wiping away my unshed tears. He smiled down at his fingers, moving them, savoring the feeling of the ghosts of her fingertips.

He didn’t notice anything. He never did.

A sad, somewhat pessimistic thought entered my mind. Was it because I wasn’t pretty? Would he notice the more minuscule things about me if I was pretty? Would he ask if I was okay if I was pretty?

Would I mean anything more to him... if I was pretty?

Forcing down my tears, I sighed, smacking a easy-going smile back onto my lips. Who cared if it looked fake. It’s not like he would have noticed anyways.

05. you, me, & the moonlight

roommate!au

“Hey...” I hummed, looking up briefly from my computer screen to Han Jisung, my best guy friend, roommate, and unbelievably cliche forever crush. The dim light from the yellow street lights outside mixed together with the lazy, past 10 pm atmosphere in the room. My feet lay on his lap, his laptop perched on my shins. At the sound of his name, he turned to meet my gaze, the slight dimple in his cheek sending my heart into an unauthorized gymnastics routine. He dislodged one earbud from his ear.

“Yeah?”

“What on your schedule tomorrow?” My eyes dropped down to the half-written essay on my laptop screen to avoid a blush from appearing on my cheeks. “I wanna do something.”

He yawned, stretching his arms above his head, t-shirt riding up on his stomach to reveal a sliver of the smooth planes of his taut muscles. Dammit, Han Jisung, cover yourself better.

“Hmm… There’s a morning practice tomorrow from 5:15 to 7, and then I have classes from 8 to 12. Afternoon practice is 2 to 3:30… I also have a study session later tomorrow, like around 4-ish, but it shouldn’t last longer than a couple hours. So we can either do something during lunch or pull an all-nighter doing whatever. Your choice.” He shut his laptop and placed it on the coffee table, the kitchen lights making his chlorine-bleached hair glow golden.

“Well tomorrow’s Friday. I’m most likely going to be asleep during lunch, and I don’t have anything on Saturday until after lunch so I’m game for the all-nighter.” I shut my laptop and placed it on the coffee table as well, rearranging myself so that my head rested on his shoulder. “But if you have morning practice, you should probably go to sleep soon.”

“Alright mom, geez.”

He scoffed in faux offense, laying his head atop mine on instinct. 

And, the mere movement sent my heart beating about fifteen times faster than it was supposed to be.

06. your sensitive side 

idolfriend!jisung

“Why are you sitting so far away?” Jisung stared at me, a confused look on his angelic features. For once, I wasn’t cuddled into his side. For once, I decided to sit on the very opposite side of the couch, curled up with my favorite penguin plush, Snoogly Woogly. A childish frown marred my usually gentle features.

“Why does it matter?” I spat out, clutching Snoogly Woogly tighter.

“Because you’re obviously bothered and in need of a hug,” he said quite matter-of-factly. I buried my face in Snoogly Woogly and groaned loudly, trying to smother the butterflies in my stomach with annoyance. He just smiled, put down his pineapple pizza and crawled over to my side of the couch. Soon enough, Snoogly Woogly was pulled out of my arms and her plush body was replaced with his firm, warm one. He picked me up, cradling me on his lap.

“Hey!!! You’re on my side of the couch, you big dumb dumb!” Instinctively, my arms wound around his lithe, idol body. I could feel him smile into my shoulder as he hugged me closer til we were pressed flush against each other.

“Oh please. If only you could feel how tight you’re hugging me right now.”

“Only because I don’t want to fall, you fucking sequoia tree!” I growled into his chest. “You’re still on my side, though.”

“Fine.” With that, Jisung picked me up as he stood and walked back to his side of the couch. Sitting back down, with me on his lap, he gave me a pointed look. “Is this better?”

A blush raged across my face. Why did he have to be so… obnoxiously strong and sensitive? I had been living with him for how long and still haven’t found enough flaws to stop liking him.

The night went on. We had just finished our third movie, second box of fried chicken and first box of pizza, and he still hadn’t let go of me. Then again, he was asleep now and he usually went to hug things in his sleep. Pushing off his drowsy form carefully, I peered at the clock on the microwave. 2:54 am.

Slipping out of his loosening grasp, I cleaned the coffee table off. Out went the trash, into the fridge went the pizza. Approaching the couch once more, the cracks of my broken heart softened as my eyes ran over his sleeping figure. I pulled off his glasses gently and set them down by the charging ports in the dining room. He shifted in his sleep, better revealing his soft features.

My hand stretched forward subconsciously to brush the hair from out of his face but I stopped myself. No... I shouldn’t. I turned to head back into the kitchen. Where the fuck was the melatonin..? But as if the whole universe was pitted against me, one of the legs on the coffee table somehow magically placed itself inconveniently in front of my foot.

Before I could stop myself, a whisper-shouted fuck surged past my lips. At the sound of my profanity, his eyes cracked open.

“Hey… shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Though his words were mumbled almost incoherently, his deep brown eyes gazed up at me, awaiting an answer.

“Oh- well yea-” before I could finish my sentence, he reached forward and placed a finger to my lips. Once that effectively silenced me, he sat up and wrapped his arms around my smaller body for the second time tonight, pulling me to the relaxed pace of his heart. For a moment, I lay there stiffly. Though this was no new position to me, my mind raced with doubts. The recent pain in my chest was getting worse, making it harder to think, function, and act normal around him. What had I let myself get pulled into? More importantly, what had I let my heart get roped into all those years ago?

As if sensing my unease, he cracked one eye open, ran a hand through my semi-tangled tresses and rested his lips against my forehead.

“Then sleep.”

07. even death would be kinder

arrangedmarriage!au

“Oh __, my darling girl, how you’ve grown!” I grinned weakly, doing my best to enthusiastically return Mrs. Han’s hug. The woman was like my second mother. I had known her since I was in primary school and I absolutely adored her. Her son on the other hand…

“Han Jisung, come here and say hello!” Mrs. Han called out to her son. I steeled myself for the shock of seeing how the now unfamiliar young man approaching us had changed.

“Hi, __.”

The first thing that came to my mind was ‘hot DANG. his voice got deeper.’

Seulgi bowed quickly before shooting me an apprehensive look and taking her leave.

Taking a deep breath and a quick mental check, I looked up and extended my hand out to shake his hand in greeting. Upon looking up though, I could feel my hand fall slack in disbelief.

The young awkward boy I had fallen in and out if love with during my teen years had now been replaced with a suave, smooth young man. His smile came easily, lips stretched to reveal his bright teeth. His chubby, babyish face had slimmed down significantly over the years. His chiseled jawline and crescent eyes accommodated the handsome face he now sported well. But his eyes… the playful, mischievous brown eyes of his had not changed at all in the years that had passed.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I quickly shook his hand, slapping a professional smile on my mouth.

“Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Han. It's been too long.”

His smile faltered and the happy curve if his beautiful eyes vanished. Nonetheless, he shook my hand firmly and nodded, the smile, albeit a tad uncomfortable, still remaining.

“It has.”

Quickly releasing his hand, I stepped back. An uncomfortable silence shrouded us until Mrs. Han cleared her throat.

“Why the long faces, you two? You were the best of friends years ago,” turning to her son, she reached up to pinch his cheek. “Why, I recall you telling me she was the only girl you could be completely comfortable around.”

The handsome male across from me stiffened.

“That’s because she’s like a sister to me mom,” he said, smiling thinly. I pursed my lips, clutching the clipboard in my hands a tad bit tighter. Yes. That was all I was. Nothing but a ‘sister’.

“Oh pish posh,” Mrs. Han scoffed, waving her hand through the air as if it were nothing. “You’re acting as if she’s nothing but a stranger right now.”

Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Mother, we haven’t seen each other in ages.”

“Ages, my foot.” She slapped her son’s arm. “Now you two, stop acting like children. It’s time we had lunch.”

08. how much you care

domesticfriendship!au

“Guess what today is?” I asked, bouncing on the tip of my toes. Literally. Because I was wearing high heels. And one does not simply bounce on their whole feet with high heels.

“Your birthday,” Jisung spoke, returning my smile with an equally casual one.

“Yeup!” He had remembered! Excitement hung around me as I hummed giddly in response. I had finally gotten my feelings in order and realized how much he meant to me. It wasn't just my birthday. Perhaps now maybe I could mean something more to someone.

The lesson went by quickly and before I knew it, so had the majority of the night. Soon enough, it was just the two of us left in the room. While half of me knew he would soon be walking out of those doors like the rest of the students, half of me prayed desperately for him to stay.

“Can I show you something?” He asked suddenly, gesturing to the computer. Giving my consent, he searched and pulled a video up. And for the next minute and a half, I watched flashes of meme-filled images singing a horrid, remixed happy birthday song.

“Wow,” I chuckled in disbelief. His boyish laugh sounded in harmony. “I don't know what I expected but that definitely wasn't it.”

“Well I mean, I'm broke so I couldn't have got you anything,” he snorted incredulously.

“That's is true.”

I took a good long moment to appreciate his features. His smile. He was extremely attractive and I knew that. I knew that from the moment I first saw him in 4th grade. But did I ever do anything about it? No.

All of a sudden, I didn't know what to say. Conversations had never been awkward between us but for some reason, at this moment in time, my heart began to beat faster, my cheeks began to color. A feeling of dread filled my stomach. Oh no. Was I... falling for one of my close male friends??

Before the moment could get any more awkward, the sound of a vibration alerted the both of us to his phone and, pulling it out, the smile dropped from his face. An apologetic smile covered his lips and he pocketed the device once more. 

“Aight, my dad is here,” Jisung sighed, gesturing to the door. “I gotta head out.” 

Disappointment coiled in my stomach when he turned towards the door, exiting without a second glance. I stood there, staring at his receding figure, confused at why I was feeling the way I was. I didn’t know what I had been hoping for, but it certainly wasn’t for him to leave like that. 

Something in my body pulled me forwards, nearly tripping me over my own feet as I chased after him. 

“Wait! Jisung!” I called breathlessly from the doorway. “No birthday hug or anything?? I’m offended.” 

The boy turned, teasing smile playing at his lips. He paused in his step, rolling his eyes. The boyish quirk in his smile sent my heart hurtling over the edge into the chasm of having a crush at what seemed like a thousand miles per hour. 

“Fine,” he spoke, grin more than obvious in his voice. He continued towards me, hands shoved sheepishly into his hoodie pocket. 

“No, nevermind,” I scoffed playfully, turned back around, crossing my arms in faux offense. “I don’t need your hugs. Even though it is my birthday.” 

“Come on, y/n,” Jisung hummed, his soft, velvety voice sounding right by my ear. “Don’t be like that.” 

All of a sudden, a pair of warm, strong, lithe, familiar arms snuck around my waist pulling me firmly against the built frame of my best friend. The scent of his fabric softener and body wash overwhelmed my senses until all I could feel was him and home. He bent down, resting his cheek against the top of my head. 

A fiery blush burned over my cheeks. 

“Jisung-” I whispered, turning around in his arms. But that was all I could say before he pulled me into his chest once more, cradling my head into his comforting body heat. The sound of his melodic, hypnotizing heartbeat flowed through my ears, falling into a comfortable pace with mine. 

“Happy birthday, y/n.” 

#skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids oneshot #stray kids x reader #kpop #skz imagines #skz oneshot #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n. #stray kids han #stray kids jisung #han jisung #skz han #skz jisung #jisung imagines #jisung oneshot #jisung x reader #jisung fluff #skz angst

[rittywritestdp]

Ok but lady squad hcs?? Amaya, Rayla, and Claudia just hanging out, training, pampering each other, having those competitive eating competitions (chubby Bunny would be hilarious. Amaya would have to referee since she'd win by signing loool). Just... Gimmie the gals hanging out having a good time in each other's company. Not romantic, Platonic, if that makes sense thank you!

120% love it. I need to get more asks for the gals?? I rarely get any for them.

Amaya♞ Amaya LOVES to spar with Rayla. Claudia never spars but likes to shout encouraging things when Rayla manages to best Amaya. She also likes to sign nice things to Amaya when Amaya purposefully let’s a frustrated Rayla win. ♞ Amaya is a bear mom, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. If anyone hurts either of their feelings she will kick their ass into the atmosphere.♞ One time when Soren got a bit too mean with teasing Claudia (no one without siblings @ me on this, it happens, alright?), she kicked in his door (locks are for nerds) and made him apologize. She thought she was quite stealthy about it, but had no clue that Claudia was next door when it happened. Thankfully Gren censored out all of the mean words when she was yelling at Soren. ♞ Sometimes to wind down they do competitive challenges, mostly at Ezran’s insistence. He likes to judge, and have Bait compete. No one figured out why Amaya would always win Chubby Bunny until they started it for the first time. While Ezran insisted that Bait could in fact talk, he kept swallowing the marshmallows and therefore was disqualified. ♞ The literal best emotional support. She’s the mom that neither of the girls ever had. She helps them with EVERYTHING girly. Except hair. She hates trying to do hair. There’s a reason her’s is so short y’know. 

Rayla☾ At first she just really wants to one up both Amaya and Claudia. She wants to prove how good she is at everything while secretly messing up as much as any ordinary kid would.☾ Then she realizes that…these people aren’t laughing at her when she fails. These people aren’t chiding her, chastising her because ‘Rayla we’ve been over this a dozen times!’. Amaya and Claudia just support her. They want her to try her hardest and by god if she fails, then she’ll just get back up and try again; harder this time.☾ Runaan was the last supportive person she had, and the second she went against him…she had no one to rely on. No one to ask advice from. But now she does.☾ She tries her hardest to learn sign language quick enough to communicate with Amaya w/o Gren.☾ Despite Claudia being older than her, Rayla is hyper protective of her just like Amaya is. She knows Claudia wears her heart on her sleeve and she’s quite naive and she’ll be damned if one of her best friends is going to get her heartbroken. ☾ When it was her turn to suggest a contest, she suggested the cinnamon challenge.☾ And nearly died choking after trying to act tough and swallow the cinnamon. 

Claudia❀ Claudia has never really made friends. No one was ever around for her to hang out with. Her brother was essentially the only one she had to bond with over the years. ❀ Rayla was AMAZING to hang out with. Only Rayla didn’t like to hang out 24/7 like Claudia did. Claudia knew how to give her friend space though.❀ She LOVES to have Rayla braid her hair. It’s relaxing. ❀ She doesn’t have much to bond with Amaya over, but Amaya is still kind and motherly to her. Even if Amaya doesn’t really care about the current spell Claudia is explaining to her, she pretends. ❀ Claudia enjoys trying to set Rayla up with Callum. She thinks they’d make an ADORABLE couple. Claudia still has yet to realize that Callum has a crush on her as well. ❀ Enjoys minor pranks, nothing too embarrassing. Stuff like replacing all Amaya’s Serious Work Pants™ with bright orange pants, or putting Doilies on everything Rayla owns. Confuse Don’t Abuse.❀ When it’s Claudia’s turn to pick a challenge, she chooses a pie eating contest. It devolves into chaos quickly. Soren is sad no one invited him when he finds out. Viren is disappointed from his tower window. Gren is confused. Bait wins the contest. 

These were SO FUN to write oh my GOD. -☼

#tdp #the dragon prince #sfw #headcanons #amaya #rayla #claudia #RittyWrites

[gabisartdump]

For my birthday, my little sis’ said she would make a digital pic for me! 

Bottom right is what i started planning it out with, and it morphed into what it is now! It was a mashup of lots of my fav characters. Still a WIP, but she’s the best!

See OC description below the cut!

Origin: This guy’s name is Criss, as in Criss-Cross. He’s technically a Ben 10 alien, but forms by pulling the essence/soul of various characters from other universes. Probably was originally a result of some universe-ending problem that was Ben’s fault to begin with (dimensional surge?). They’re pretty stable now.

Looks/Pieces: Main body is Genos’ machine body (OPM). He has Astro’s red boot-feet so he can actually fly (Astro Boy). Hair is a combo of Killua's and Deku’s, plus Edward’s braid (HxH, bnha, FMA). Right eye is Sebastian’s red demon eye; left eye is Rin’s blue one (Black Butler, Blue Exorcist). He’s wearing Danny’s white/red shirt with the wings of freedom and Eren’s jacket (DP, AoT). Those are Deku’s pants and belt. Hard to see are Ladybug’s and Chat’s miraculous ring and earrings (Miraculous Ladybug). He also has Rex’s goggles (Generator Rex). Obviously, Ben’s Omnitrix is on his wrist (Ben 10).

(not pictured) Mach 5 car with Voltron symbol. It acts kind of like a Voltron lion/Bumblebee fusion plus gadgets. This car is actually an overlay of Kevin’s car. The first time Criss waves his hand over Kev’s car and wills it into being, Kevin is horrified.

(not pictured) inside the Miraculous is a Kwami mixture of yin/yang.

Personality: He’s a flirtatious dork with a strong sense of justice and a knack for being a jerk sometimes. He can be REALLY scary when he wants/needs to be (’cause of Sebastian, Killua, and Eren) but it’s rare. He’s impulsive most of the time but is a thorough thinker under pressure. He’s got a bit of MPD because there are literally 13 people inside of his head. They all speak out of the same mouth, so he sounds insane 90% of the time, but they sync together in stressful situations. Criss tends to overthink in stressful situations, so Gwen and Kevin are there to ground him.

*Puns and Snark are a given with this bunch*

Has perks like: KILLING INTENT via Killua and RIGHTEOUS ANGER via Eren. Plus: an extra bonus of SADISM courtesy of Sebastian

Criss is a complete idiot most of the time, but in the middle of battle, he’ll just start talking about theoretical physics and trigonometry. Gwen doesn’t really know how to deal with him. (2)

They’ve got an. odd. collection of knowledge.

“How are we supposed to know what human beings are made of?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

He’s got like, a surprising amount of common sense considering all of the doofuses that make him up. Marinette helps w/that a lot.

Extra Perk: He is the ULTIMATE negotiator.

Adrien knows how to work the business man/fashion scene. The boy has got a walk.

Sebastian is awesome at the intimidation factor, but Deku makes him seem really trustworthy. 

Ben, Rex, and Rin keep him low key and #relatable.

Marinette is the only one of them who has any kind of emotional maturity. She good at reading people too. The only reason any of this works. Keeps them on task for almost everything.

Merging: Criss is a mesh of essences and memories, but all inside are aware of what is going on. When in separated by ‘verses, they have almost an empathic/telepathic link where they can sometimes send pulses/images down the link. Every once in a while, one of them can ‘pull’ on the essence of someone else to help them. However:

In order to fully merge, all of them of must agree, but it’s usually not a big deal; it’s pieces of the characters’ souls that are transferred, not their bodies. It doesn’t really affect what they are doing atm unless it’s super complicated.

Weaknesses:

The Ultimate Klutz, unfortunately. Sorry Mari. Very ADHD and seems to have a pretty severe MPD, for obvious reasons. Kind of off-putting as a person. Extremely draining form when in combat, Ben will sleep for days afterwards.

Powers: 

Obviously, Criss has got Super-strength from multiple people and exceptional sneak ability and balance (most of the time).

Danny: 

 - ectoplasm blast

 - can briefly become intangible but not invisible

“Why are you all so friggin’ dense???”

 - can fly a space ship

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know how to fly an Earth space shuttle!”

“I do!”

“YOU DO?!”

“How?!?”

“Simulations.”

“...We’re all going to die.”

Rex: 

 - able to transform legs into a bike

 - can talk to machines

Astro: 

 - legs can fly

Ladybug:

 - creation power helps with [inventory] power from the Gamer 

 - Because Criss has both the earring and the ring, he is technically a god. (1)

 - Marinette’s stubbornness overrules all, and she can take control of Criss completely when they’re being really annoying. Sebastian occasionally assists. The two of them have the ability to literally shove everyone back to their home dimension, leaving behind an intimidating, girly version of Ben with red eyes. Ben’s still there but he’s been silenced by fear.

Edward:

 - can do alchemy 

“Wait, we can do magic?”

“No.”

Rin:

- He can COOK! It’s actually really good, and Gwen is pretty tempted to keep him as Criss.

Kevin: “Since when can you cook Ben?”

Criss: “I am a man of many talents.”

Also Criss, immediately after: “They’re my talents, Kitchen Failure.”

- Demon fire

- can perceive/talk to demons

Chat:

- Cataclysm

- The unmatched ability to perch on top of/in lockers, waiting to scare anyone with great relish.

HILARITY to be found in this ‘verse:

a. Someone asks his opinion on something and he literally just freezes from indecisiveness.

b. He’s like half a foot taller than Kevin, and Kevin is pissed.

Kevin thinks Criss is way cooler than Ben tho’ so it’s cool.

c. On one instance, one of the guys has been forced/dared into wearing something hideously embarrassing in his home ‘verse. Cue him being horrified as he’s pulled into Criss in a time of crisis, thinking it will transfer with him. Turns out that their shared body is more made up of their mental images than anything.

       “Why’d you seem so worried when you showed up?”

       *sends mental image*

       *muffled snickers and exclamations and an overall sigh of relief*

d. (1) It’s a thing with him, like his war cry.

    “I have the power of God and anime on my side” - said in the midst of battle

Gwen and Kevin. Need It To Stop.

    “You dare defy your God?!?”

    “Shut up Ben.”

    “It’s Criss!”

Sebastian hates it. Therefore, when ever Criss yells it, he rolls his eyes at himself. It’s a little bit hilarious.

e. A lot of them are SUPER excited at the idea of aliens. Some; not so much.

      “A-Aliens?!”

      “I thought they were EVOs, but clearly they’re from outer space.”

      “Cool!”

      “Eh, I’ve dealt with worse.”

f. Sporadic cursing via Edward. and fake cursing via Danny

      “You frigging fruit loop!”

      “What?”

g. Randomly, one of them will just give a full-body shiver and say “Oh, this is disgusting.”

h. (2) Criss actually has a modicum of common sense, so Kevin is really impressed at first.

      “Wow, it’s almost like you’re a real, rounded person!”

      *Eren screams*

      “Never mind.”

I. They get a lot of awkward questions.

Some Behind-the-times Surfer Dude: “So, like, are you a boy or a girl?”

*silence*

Criss: “I am a GOD!”

Kevin, absolutely done: “SHUT UP”

               .   .   .

Gwen, later: “He’s technically right, you know.”

Kevin, nearly crying: “Yeah, but denial is the only thing keeping me going at this point.”

J. Sometimes, Criss gets SUPER DUPER excited, for various reasons. 

Deku, about other heroes/aliens,

Adrien, about anime,

Sebastian, about cats,

etc.

It’s slightly adorable, slightly disturbing.

K. Criss randomly starts talking about fashion, mostly due to Marinette, and shows surprising prowess

    Gwen, vaguely disturbed: “Um, have you seen your outfit?”

    Criss: “Yes and I hate it.”

L. Criss can and will have conversations/arguments with himself out loud for hours on end. They can be about anything. Literally. Anything.

@tharkflark1

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[hereitalkonandon]

Some songs

I love reading what you say but I don't mind it when you don't write much, or that you don't answer my questions or say anything about most parts, it's not frustrating for me, in a way I'm relieved that I didn't take that much of your time when it happens.

I only feel it could be unfair to make you read so much about myself and take so much of your time without even doing the same thing myself, I highly doubt I could write something that long to you ever again unless it's an answer to one of your letters, so it's now sort of a vicious circle.

There's only so much I can ramble about even if I could do it forever since I would only be repeating myself as you said we would when it comes to shipping, and even if I do it so often, I try hard to not do it as much with you. I still end up failing but I always delete half of what I had originally written so that's something.

At first it was just because I was talking about things you didn't know about myself since you didn't know anything, but now you know almost everything I could tell you. I spend a lot of time doing the same activities and being into the same hobbies, just today I ran for two hours, as I've been doing for over ten years.

So what you said about me knowing your thoughts on shipping and all that, it's why I never talked about it before until now that you mentioned it, I figured there wasn't much we could say about it, other than my thoughts, but I've already told you what they are.

Whenever I felt a bit shocked about finding you, just going through your blog and thinking it was interesting and that you aren't like a real person, I would remember that I had already realized that it wasn't odd, I found you because you were so into something that not many people are into, it's only not super rare because ASOIAF/GOT is really popular. 

It's not weird then,  people are normally drawn to things that they relate to. And you clearly relate to Cersei and her relationship so it makes sense that I would find you.

I don't lie to people but I tend to do things like not being open about what I'm feeling and pretending I don't care about things, that I forgot something, that something is not a big deal, and making them wait when there isn't really any need.

A lot of dumb things, and I've never done that to you other than with the anons at first, because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, knowing so many things.

I feel that sooner or later we will have nothing to say because such is life and your world is this really big place and you have all those dreams, even if I'm not exactly empty, my love for my ex-girlfriend has crippled me and it's the only personality trait I have

But it has been something different, being honest about what I'm feeling, answering right away, well as soon as I'm able to, telling you I spent hours doing nothing but writing you a letter, that I lost sleep over some of them and your blog. I'm happy that I got to know what that feels like and that I got to share thoughts with you. I'm so reserved and also often thinking about my pride, so it's the first time I do this and I don't intend to do it with someone else any time soon because I've never actually met someone that I could relate to. But I don't think we have a lot in common regardless.

I've no doubt that I could end up meeting many people, maybe in twenty or thirty years, even if I'm not intending to, but if so, that I could forget a lot of things of these days, but I know I won't forget how it felt and how important it was to me for a while.

I never cry and though I can feel pity and worry about others, I was barely a human anymore after my ex-girlfriend left when it came to anything but my feelings for her, now because of these days, I've somehow cried sometimes, I wouldn't even understand it if I tried, and I feel that even if this were to be the last interaction we had, because of you I've started gaining something back and that I'll slowly keep becoming who I used to be before it all went wrong, whether I want it or not. 

Then maybe I'm just too emotional right now and I'll be the same trash I've been these four years in no time. I can't know that, and even though I wouldn't be hurting you or anyone else, I would feel like I lied today if I didn't say it.

I'm glad that something that long had some use to you, a distraction from work. I've seen you complain about your boss and I thought you were probably right about him but when I saw the post where you talked about the time he asked you if you really hated men that much, because of your picture of Eowyn, and saying men like girly women, I was sure he is the type of man that I tend to find the most annoying.

It means a lot to me that something I wrote could make you feel emotional even if you are already feeling that way, so though I wasn't expecting any comment about it because I was well aware my letter was too long, thank you for letting me know that.

And thank you for encouraging me to write, I honestly feel like poetry isn't for me, because I would only enjoy writing the kind of thing that I sent you, and the problem is that I would also just be repeating myself all over again, so that's why I would rather not try, I'm already sure of the way it would end. 

But eventually I would like to find similar poetry, years from now, I think, so I can read it. I have a lot of free time, due to not having a social life, and at the same time I always need more time. I'm always angry that the day is over. I like the nights better though. I just mean I hate it when I have to go to sleep.

I already write what I want, just using my journals. I hate embarrassing myself, so since I'm aware I've no experience or anything, that's why I've been bringing it up in all my letters whenever I say I love writing. I just enjoy it a lot, but I don't believe that I'll ever feel the need to write for a public, other than also loving to write letters.

You said that maybe eternal love isn't for you, I can believe it if you mean you don't see yourself loving someone forever and that sooner or later you could get bored of them. Otherwise, and at your age, being who you are, I think it's more than likely that there will be enough men wanting to love you forever and if they are lucky they might be worth it.

And even if you said that you can't tell me how to live my life, I still appreciate reading what you truly think about things, as I've told you before, (and lately that's the problem, there isn't much I haven't told you before) so I enjoyed everything about that letter, and it was so insightful, the only problem with it is that I am who I am, but I believe the things you said are what anyone with common sense would want to do in my situation, probably what I would want someone to tell the children I won't have because I don't want them, to anyone that is important to me

I would want them to strive to be healthy and happy, I wouldn't care so much about them prioritizing purpose, like I do with my own life. The way many people do, I see what answer makes the most sense, what I would want for others, and then I choose something entirely different

I agree that you are probably loved half-halfheartedly right now, but not because of who you are or because of your boyfriend even, but because most people go through life only loving as much as that, it's not crazy that you happen to have a partner that probably, at least as of now, can only love in the way that most people love. And it wouldn't be crazy to go through other five boyfriends in a row that can't give you enough. 

It's one of the reasons I relate to you, my ex-girlfriend once wrote "he wanted all of nothing" after our break up, and she was right, she didn't know a lot of things about herself but I can't say she didn't know me. 

The way that I am I could never try something that didn't feel like the most intense thing ever from the very beginning, but I can see how actually dating people is the fastest or easiest way to eventually find that relationship too, and so I see why you are with him.

But being who you are, it's possible that if he doesn't eventually love you in a way that can give you back what you have been craving, then you'll move on from that relationship some day, however long that takes, and there's no need to hurry and end this one as long as you want to be with him. 

It's just that I find it so hard to believe, to wrap my mind around it, that someone like you won't end up being loved in the way that she wants, and that I honestly believe that you deserve, the fact that you have the depth to realize that kind of love exists, understand it, and miss it, is enough to make me even mad that you can't have it now, even if you don't need it. 

After spending so many hours both reading your blog and writing to you, it made my day to read that you no longer love him, even if it were only half-truth. From what I understood he took advantage of you and he doesn't deserve a thing from you.

But when it comes to that, I've spent all my life living like this, to me it seems almost impossible to get over that sort of love, without taking into account that you have so many other interests and that you haven't spent as much time with that person in your head as I have, it makes sense that you only think about him because you wish you could have that feeling again.

Whatever happens with your current boyfriend, what I believe you won't regret, is moving forward from your relationship with your first ex-boyfriend, and that's the best you can do.

I didn't have much to say other than repeating myself and because your letter was brief but I also didn't try to make it longer since I imagine you will have long days and be busy and then tired.

I saw that you asked for song recommendations on your blog, so these are a few that I love. Nantes, Elephant Gun, My night with the prostitute from Marseille, A candle's fire, and Cherbourg, all by Beirut, maybe you already know some of them because of the cover Florence Welch did

And then You and Me by Delays, I feel you would enjoy this one because of the lyrics, his voice annoys me but I put up with it.

Then there is this group that only had two albums called The Cinematics, perhaps you wouldn't like their sound, I think most of them have the same feeling, but I love A Strange Education, (it's also the name of one of the albums) it makes me so emotional for some reason, New Mexico, and Chase.

So I'm of course not expecting you to listen to them, and while I could just write a lot of songs that I like I decided to write the ones that I think you aren't as likely to come across by yourself, and that I find so moving that if you ever have the time to listen to them maybe you could find at least one that you enjoy.

[katieamazeballs]

MVP Recap

Ok, guys.....sorry this is late but I 100% waited until today to do this because #1 It’s faster to type it on the computer than on the phone and #2 I’m now getting paid to do this.  (Who’s the real winner here).  Also....I can post this with a fancy page break so it doesn’t hog everyone’s feed.  But before the break....have a pic......

(As per my now usual.....I will post about my experience more than the dances, because you can find those online or will be seeing them yourselves.)

To start off the day, I finally got to meet My Girl and it was AMAZING!  We met at her hotel then went to dinner.  As we predicted, the girls were instant besties and so were we.  (I love it when a plan comes together).  When we got to dinner the girls sat with My Girl and I sat with her hysterical mom, Nonna.  We had good food and good conversation and it was really nice to have a meal with “my people” and discuss DWTS the entire time.  The best part, however, was Nonna telling me no less than 7 times “I don’t like-ah that Maks.  He’s a jerk”.  (read that in a thick Italian accent).   

(Abbie killed it with this selfie)

After dinner, we found our way to the theater.  I was no help, of course, because I don’t do downtown even though I’ve lived here for 34 of my 38 years.  As we were looking for parking we saw the buses straight ahead, lining both sides of the street.  We saw Ivan outside smoking (wtf dude) and JT.  Once we parked, moved the car to a different spot, and took selfies, we made our way to the theater.  As we were walking up we saw a guy with big girly hair standing by Val’s bus talking on the phone. We were all like “OMG....is that Val?!?!”.  The girls and I started booking it and got closer, that wasn’t Val but OMG HOLY CRAP he was right there in front of us!!  We attempted to approach him and the worlds grumpiest security guard stopped us in our tracks. 

(Seriously.....look at her looking at me like I’m gonna rush him or something!  Trust me when I say she plays a theme throughout the night and imagine that face any time I mention “Bitchy Security Guard” or “BSG”.)

Well.....Val didn’t take too kindly to his fans being treated that way and told us to come take pics but that we had to do it quick because he needed to get inside to get ready.  I have to say....much like Brandon, pictures do not do this man justice.  He is really really really good looking in person.  I mean REALLY.  Gahdamn, Valentin. 

(Notice the guy in the red flannel who is NOT Maks and will not be Maks at any point in the evening no matter how many times we thought he was)

Y’all be proud of Abbie.....she was given strict instructions of things she was banned from saying (I hate Jenna because she STOLE you from me.....and You used to be my favorite but now you’ve been replaced because Jenna STOLE YOU).  Girl handled herself like the sane fangirl we all knew she could be and didn’t even cry. 

(Notice the death grip she has on him)

She showed him her purse and “may” have scared him a tad.  He went “Whoa!”

(She keeps shirtless Val in the center.....because Mama ain’t raising no fool)

After we met Val.....and I failed to remember that I was lugging his book around in my damn purse and forgot to get it signed (I win at life, I swear), we were told exactly where we were allowed to stand and if we so much as took a deep breath, BSG reminded us that we weren’t allowed to move from that spot.  Then she would sigh and roll her eyes at us.  We tried to see other cast but it was getting chilly and windy (scroll back up and look at the chick’s pony in the pic of BSG) and it was getting closer to show time so they were all inside.  Before we left we did get to see Katie the Nanny taking Shai from the venue to the bus.  He is freakin adorable!  His little curls and his little wave to his adoring fans were on point!  I do not have a picture of this because #1 It happened super quick and #2 It’s not my baby and that’s kindof weird and intrusive and BSG was still side eying us and I’m pretty sure she would have taken my phone and deleted all the pics or something in retaliation.  She was seriously bitchy and hated her job. 

We got inside the venue and hit the merch stand.  We all got our shirts (to my surprise, Abs picked the white tour tee instead of the Team Val tee).  We found our way upstairs, got drinks, and found our seats.  They were pretty decent seats except for we had to sit forward to see the very front of the stage if they laid down (a few times) and couldn’t see them picking the people out of the audience.  The show was, of course, amazing.  In my opinion, it was better than the DWTS show.  Those Chmerkovskiy’s can dance!!!!  I’ve heard that Peta is amazing live, but that doesn’t do her justice.  She truly is the queen and literally commands the stage when she’s on it.  There were moments of great group numbers, moments of hilarity (the dad dance and the stripper section), and gut wrenching serious moments.  It really does tell a story through dance and we all loved it.  What you probably don’t see in the YouTube videos of the dad dance is Kiki has twins.  Abs is still laughing about those twins and when the baby sneezes and Maks yells “It got in my eye!”.  During the Chippen Val/Magic Maks section they pull up the lady out of the audience.  Let me tell you.....that lady was living her best life.  She was so funny!  Throughout the show we were annoyed by the group behind us.  There were about 8 or 10 of them and they talked the entire show.  I’m not talking quiet respectful whispers.....these bitches were straight up chit chatting.  I did giggle at one point because the oldest of them was totally Team Nonna.  They were doing their first talking section and this chick pipes up with “I’ve always hated Maks.....he’s such an arrogant jackass”.  During the super emotional break up section....it was so quiet in there you could hear a pin drop.  I had been annoyed the entire show, but at this point I started to get a little concerned that because it was so quiet in there (that section is riveting) that Maks and Peta would actually hear these bitches trying each others wine in an attempt to figure out which one had the tastiest.  Seriously y’all.....they were SO LOUD!  At this point, I turned around and said “PLEASE stop talking!”.  They shushed to heated whispers through the rest of the show but if one of us so much as looked at each other they’d say “NO TALKING!”.  At the end of the show they got up and left during the final bows (seriously the rudest group of drunk bitches ever).  I booked it out after the show to pee.  Abs didn’t have to so she went to stand outside of the bathroom to wait for the rest of our group.  I hear “That’s HER!” and look over and these bitches were WAITING for me to come out of the theater!  They start yelling “We are at a concert!!!  Talking is expected in this type of situation!  And you were rude too!!!”  (of note....no one ever said they were rude)  Abs is looking at me with huge eyes and I was like “Wait...how was I rude!  You know what...never mind....Abbie get over here!”.  I drug her into the bathroom still completely appalled at their behavior.  Be proud that I was an adult and didn’t engage.  Once all of our group was done, and these bitches are still standing there waiting, we just kind of grabbed the girls put our heads down and booked it out of there. 

We got outside and went to stand by the buses again.  BSG was still manning her post and was quite possibly in an even worse mood than before.  She seriously hates fans.  She should probably look into different employment.  Thankfully we had a different security guard posted to our standing area.  He was funny and nice and roughly the size of a mountain range.  He didn’t seem to be that huge of a guy but he had a chest and shoulders that somehow blocked the entire sidewalk.  He also must know us (is our picture up in these venues or something) because dude kept a super close eye on Abs.  She must have looked shifty to him.  He’s a smart man and I wish I would have taken a pic with him.  We stood there and stood there and stood there some more.  We had met Val, but wanted to talk to him again (because my damn book) and Makayla really wanted to meet Peta.  My goal was to meet Val (for Abs of course....ha) and meet either Maks or Peta to personally give them Shai’s hat.  Peta came out loaded down with bags and went to the bus.  She came back out and headed our way to go into a different door (probably to get food, they all went in there) and said she’d come back.  While we were waiting, we saw quite a few of the dancers coming out.  Ivan was standing there talking to a crew member and since no one else would pipe up I yelled his name.  He waved and I asked for a picture.  He was super nice and came over (Mt. Everest was amused by this).

After meeting him, both girls (and the rest of the small crown of about 15-20) were oohing and aahing over how good he smelled and I realized that my damn sinuses are still acting up and I didn’t smell anything.  I thought back to meeting Val (when both girls had the same reaction) and I thought my lack of smelling him was just because we caught him before the show and he wasn’t freshly showered.....apparently my inconspicuous deep breaths when I was standing with him were just fail. I’m super salty about this.  Seriously.....I may not ever be ok with the fact that I didn’t smell Val.  Shortly after we met Ivan, we saw Emily standing there.  She also came over when I got her attention and asked for a picture.  Mt. Everest was again amused by me while the others were plotting how they could always manage to be by me at bus meets because I not only recognized everyone by name, but was brave enough to call them over. 

I think it was at this point that My Girl’s girl was attempting to convince her mom that they should come to Jax to do all tours with me and Abs.......I don’t think she was successful.  Lol.   At some point in this process, we saw JT a few more times.  I really wanted to get a pic with him.  I yelled his name and he threw a half hearted wave, then looked over and said “Oh Hey” and waved harder.  He did not come over for a picture.  He must actually have recognized me....he was like “Yep...that’s a nope all day long, that bitch is cray”.  He has since been relieved of his best friend duties....but it’s ok because Nicole and Alyssa (Serge’s gf) have agreed that they are better choices anyways. 

Finally.....the queen emerged and came right over to our group.  She is strikingly beautiful in person and so so so tiny.  She could probably share clothes with Abs!  I gave her a hug and told her I had made a gift for Shai for his morning inspections.  She laughed and then peeked in the bag.  She awe’d and thought it was adorable!  (Totally winning at life here). 

She chit chatted with our group for a bit and talked about how they had had to adjust and reblock that day because the stage was a tight squeeze (which explains all the rehearsal stories) and lamented the weird lights outside that went from normal to pink to red (which is why the pics are kindof weird).  Abs asked where Maks was and she laughed and said she had no idea and that she hadn’t seen him since bows.  As she left she thanked me again for the hat and said she’d post it on insta.  I’m really hoping he’ll wear it (toddlers are iffy on hats....and all things really) but I’m pretty sure she’ll post it some how if he won’t wear it. 

(Of note....I could smell her.....she smells like a girl.....flowery lotion.  It makes me more salty)

We waited a bit longer and still no sign of Maks or Val.  It was getting late and even more chilly and windy and we decided to call it quits at 11.  The time came and after me having to snap at Abs (she is a determined fangirl), we made our exit with the agreement that one of the remaining group would watch us until we got to the corner and they’d yell Maks’ name real loud so we could come running back.  Mt. Everest thought this was hysterical and kept waving to us while we walked off looking back every 5 seconds.  We made our way back to the hotel, I was again no help because while I can confidently get myself home from downtown....the hotel was on the other side of the river and I had no idea how to get there.  The girls were passed out approx 37 seconds into the drive home.  When we got there Nonna popped out of the van and looked down and saw her shirt button was undone.  She goes “Oh look at me, all naked!”  I died.  She is the best and I might steal her.  We sadly said our goodbyes and Abs and I headed home.  After I got home (about 11:45) I went to check and saw @loveisstatic was the lone hold out and got to meet Maks.  I bet she really got the wrath of BSG for waiting so long.  (Girl...you gotta vouch for me on BSG....she was serious!)  All in all, we had the absolute best time and I can’t wait to do it again.....next year.....after my wallet stops crying.

#mvp tour #confidential tour #the best night

[marshaeb]

P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Nine

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W-what did he say? Why does he want me to put down Daely...a-and what on earth is he doing here?

How the hell did he even pass security!! SHIT!

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed deeply when I refuse to move... I mean I was too scared to. By the looks of it, he was holding back his rage, because he didn’t want to harm little Daely in my arms. I looked down at her, then at him, lost for words.

I-I don’t even know what to say or how to explain my way out of this. How can I? The evidence was already in his possession.

“I said put...the baby down!” He said through clenched teeth.

“P-please, c-calm down alright.” I stuttered, choking nervously, but he kept cutting me off.

“Put the baby down.” He repeated again.

Damn, he’s really pissed. I wouldn’t like the see what he’d do to me if Daely wasn’t in my arms. Just thinking about it has me on the edge.

“P-please... I—

Suddenly without having the nerve to do or say anything, he stepped forward and gently plucked Daely right out of my arms.

I gasped deeply as he cradles her head with his large hand. The rest of her little body laid on his muscular forearm as she slept.

Still stunned by what just happened, I stood there dumbfounded as I wrapped my arms over my body.

He walked over and rest her down gently on the changing table with the borders around it so she wouldn’t fall.

I don’t know what it was that has me feeling this way, but he really looks good with her in his arms. He was awfully gentle and careful with her... I have to admit, it made him even more attractive.

The cursed, possessive Alpha was soft with baby pups...but everything changed for the worst when she was finally out of his arms. He looked over at me with those intense green eyes and clenched jaw.

My back was against the wall as I held out my hand to stop him, but that didn't stop him. He marched over towards me impatiently and pressed his larger body against mines, snatching my jaw into his hand firmly.

“You’re a stubborn one!” He said down to me, staring across my face. “Why didn’t you moved when I told you to.”

I whimpered softly. I can’t believe the one man I was supposed to be protected from has me hold up in the property’s Nursery changing room. The one place I thought I’d be safe.

I swear he stops at nothing!

“T-this isn’t the time or the place for this!”

“Well, I just made it the time and place.” He said staring at me with those dark green eyes. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

“But I’m not alone... p-please let me go...” I begged, clutching his wrist, but it only pissed him off even more.

“Who you think you’re talking to?” He said in a low voice, trying not to wake sleeping Daely.

He pulled out the picture collage from his pocket and held it to my face. “What the hell is this?” He asked, getting angrier by the second.

My heart was pounding hard as I looked at the different pictures of me and Jackson. Just seeing Jackson’s face in this current situation made me even more emotional.

“I asked you a question?” He said to me, but my mouth was folded shut because I didn’t know what to say. I’m already a terrible liar. I’ll just put myself in even more hot water.

Shit... he’s so close. Too close! I can feel his firm muscles pressing against me as he holds me against the wall.

He raises a sharp brow at me and locked his eyes onto mines. “Fine!” He said calmly, turning me around. “I guess you want to feel how hard I am for you.”

He thrust and dig his hips into my ass. I don’t know if it’s our clothing that was too thin or his dick print that was that big and hard. I could feel every inch of his thickness.

He grinds his hips slowly into me, rubbing his huge length between my ass cheeks. Goddess! That thing’s so hard and it throbbed... I could feel my core heating up.

T-this is too much... I hated it, but I couldn’t help the way I feel... It’s been a while since I’ve been touch like this. I’m in desperate need of a release, but I don’t want it from him! He’s getting way too comfortable.

“You’re trespassing... This is against the treaty—

“I don’t give a damn!” He cut me off. “I’m not trespassing if something belongs to me!”

“I don’t BELONG TO YOU!” I whispered yelled.

“Yes, the fuck you do!” He said, “Or is it the man in the picture you belong to? Why is he so close to my mate! Feeling on her... KISSING HER! Who the hell is he!”

Still refusing to talk, he arched my back, moving his large hand towards my neck and pull my head towards his chest.

“Still won’t tell me, huh?” He said.

I whimpered softly, looking over at Daely still fast asleep, but I couldn’t focus, his cock was literally springing in his pants as he thrust his hips harder against my ass.

“You feel mini-me, don’t you? You got him really happy...even from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He said in my ear. “This is what we have to go through whenever I smell that sharp, sweet smell of yours... You have no idea what you do to us, little girly.”

He grinds his hips harder from behind. His large hand travels down my body, groping a handful of my breast in my bra cup as the other moved over my stomach.

“You’re not going to talk... I’ll make you talk.” He seethed.

He moved his head into the crook of my neck and ran his tongue over my skin, sucking it firmly. Shivers starting to roll through my body. My breathing started to heave slightly.

He moved further down to my soft spot. The spot where every wolf gets to mark and grazed his sharp canines over it gently.

“Damn! You’re so fucking tempting... I wanna sink my teeth so deep in this sweet spot.” He said, “Mark, and finally, claim you as mines.”

“N-no...” I said, but I didn’t have the will power to pull away.

“Then are you ready to talk?” He said as he felt his dick throbbed uncontrollably against my ass. “Because I’ll have those eyes of yours rolling in the back of your head in no time.”

I parted and closed my lips. I was too petrified to speak. He grew impatient and moved his hand under my blouse, then under my bra cup.

My nipples we’re rock hard! I didn’t want him to feel how aroused I am. It would only make him try even harder to make me crack.

“Oh... I guess I’m not the only one that’s horny, am I.” He said in a lustful tone. “These nipples are nice and firm. Makes me want to suck them until they turn inside out.”

He tugged on my hard, round nipples between his fingers and nibbled on my ear. I-it felt so good. My core was heated up... I was on the edge of cumming...so close.

“I know you like it, Joel.” He kissed the back of my neck.

He said my name...the way he said my name... Goddess! A moan nearly slipped out of my mouth.

He removed one hand and took mine, resting it over his large, stiff dick print through his pants.

Oh my gosh!! He’s enormous!

I flinched, moving my hand away, but he grasped my hand tightly and forcefully move it up and down his length, groaning softly in my ear.

“Don’t run away! A little too late for that! It’s about time you met your future best friend. He’s gonna rearrange them guts... satisfy you real good!” He said rolling my nipple with his finger. “Only a few weeks left until I’ll finally tear up this phat pussy. I’ll be pounding the fuck out of you too with this thick ass you got. Long dick style. No breaks either.”

Oh shit... I was at my limit. I trembled in his hold as he feels me up and talks dirty in my ear. He spanked and grabbed my ass roughly, thrusting his hips into mines over and over, making my tits bounce in my shirt.

“Goddess...” I gasped, moaning beneath my breath. “P-please.”

“Tell me who’s the guy in the picture then.” He said sternly. “Because I just about had enough! If you don’t answer me, I’ll strip this pant off of you and eat this little pussy of yours, front and back. Stop playing with me. Better yet, I’ll suck on that throbbing clit until your head caves in. You’ll have no other choice but to tell me!”

“Please... The baby’s in the room!” I said.

“I know!” He said. “But my patience is growing thin

“B-but, but...”

He shoved his hand in the front of my pants, into my soaked underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, princess.” He said slapping his finger over my pussy. “Damn, this kitty’s even more fat and juicy than I expected.”

My pussy clenched so hard. The sensation was swelling up in my core.

“Oh shit!” He groaned. “This little clit is throbbing wildly on my finger too.”

“T-That’s because your t-touching it...” I whimpered, trying to hold back as hard as I can.

“No, that’s because the Alpha’s in charge! You’re turned on by my masculinity. It’s every she wolf’s weakness.” He said leaving sloppy kisses down my neck, sucking on my skin harshly. “Oh...that’s gonna leave a mark, kitten. Better cover it up nice and good before momma Alpha sees it.”

“S-stop...” I moaned.

He paused for a moment and whispered down at me, “Was that a moan?” He said as I shook my head slightly. “Liar! Admit it! Am I causing this pussy juice to flow? I’m making this pussy tremble with pleasure, huh?

“No!”

“Yes!”

“N-no...”

"YES!" He said, rolling fast small circles around my sensitive clit.

I begin to squeeze my legs together as the climax began to roll in, but he stepped one leg between mines to keep them spread.

“Nah uh! Keep them spread! Not until you tell me who’s the man in the picture.” He said.

I was at the break of spilling it all out.

He knew all my weak spots. Bouncing and tugging my breast in my shirt, whiles teasing my clit and sucking on my neck. I’m about to... I’m about to—

“Matter of fact... this is just play, Joel... I can’t wait to see how you’ll be when this fat ass of yours is bouncing wildly on my long, hard cock, stuffing this little hole full.” He said, inhaling my scent deeply. “That’ll be some hot, sweaty sex... I could see it now. It’ll take five of my men to get me off you... When that time comes, we’ll be needing a changing room too after we’re done.”

Moon goddess!

“Who’s the man, Joel?” He asked for the last time, longing out his slimy, et tongue into my ear.

“H-he’s my ex... boyfriend!” I blurted out as I finally tip over the edge.

I moaned aloud, startling Daely just a little as I ride out my orgasm.

“Shh!” Darius said, “you’re gonna wake the baby.”

Embarrassed and sexually exposed, I held my head down, trembling as I waited for the pleasure to finally subside. I can’t believe I’ve cracked.

“Sweet sweet release, ain’t it?” He said rubbing my throbbing, wet pussy for the last time before moving his hand out of my pants.

He spun me around and lift my face up to his. I can’t believe I’m saying this...though I hated his guts, I can’t lie, the man was drop-dead gorgeous. The haircut really brought out more of his features.

The way that he looks at me with those dark green eyes. Those pink full lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, he was awfully handsome.

“He’s your ex, huh?” He said. “When did you two broke up?”

“That’s none of your business!” I mumbled.

His eyes flashed a bright gold as he tried to teem his wolf. He clutches my jaw, tightly.

“Don’t get smart with me, because we’ll go another round! And this time my long cock will be down that pretty, little throat of yours!” He said through clenched teeth. “Try me!”

“W-we broke up...a month ago...” I said feeling crushed for lying, but it was my only choice.

His eyes traveled over my face as we stared at each other for an intimate moment then he gradually stepped away.

“That’s all I wanted to know.” He said as Daely burst out crying.

I took a few steps away from him to go and comfort her, only to get a loud, hard spank on my left ass cheek, making my tits bounced in my blouse.

I gasped aloud and paused, feeling my pussy clench wildly as I took a few deep breaths.

After taking Daely in my arms, patting her over my shoulder, she gradually calmed down.

There was a slight awkwardness between us. He just stood there and watch as I held her gently in my arms. After what just happened, I was too embarrassed to look him in the face, so I looked to the ground instead.

“You know, you look really good with that baby in your hand... It turns me on even more seeing how I’m going to have you looking shortly.” He said, giving me a cheeky smile. “But for now...it’s just you and me.”

He walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

I let out a deep shaky breath, feeling all the weight of anxiety being lifted off me as I embraced little Daely.

“Miss Joel, I’m finished!” Alice said, flushing the toilet.

My eyes widened. I forgot she was in there! She opened the bathroom stall and washed her hand, but I was concerned about what she probably had heard.

“Alice,” I said calmly, “d-did you hear anything when you were in there?” I asked her.

“Yes! Musicals!” She said.

“M-musicals?” I said confusedly. “What do you mean?”

“My Momma and Papa do them at night,” she explained. My eyes widened as I finally realized what it meant. “Momma calls them musicals.”

I cleared my throat and nodded at her. “Y-yes they are, but don’t tell anyone you heard ‘musicals’ in the bathroom, alright?”

“Yup! She exclaimed skipping to the door.

For the life of me, please don’t tell anyone...

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[siranghae]

Punishment (m)

Word count: 4,881

Content: Jungkook smut - blowjob, fingering, hair pulling, ass slapping, dom!Kook, cop AU

A/N: I know this took a looong time to post since I've been busy with school and work (which is just delightful... ugh) but I hope this scenario makes that up for you. After all, it's over 50% smut for once because GOD DO I HAVE A THINK FOR KOOKIE AS A COP. I'M WEAK OKAY?? Sorry.

When it comes to getting pulled over, you might have the worst luck in the world. After all, is there anyone else who has had to flirt their way out of a ticket three times in one month? For some reason, you just happened to be that unlucky. You could be in the Guinness World Records.

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, it’s the same cop every time.

He had dark hair that always looked like he’d just brushed his fingers through it - messy yet stylish in a way - with a few strands falling down his forehead. Eyes like those of a fox, clever and arrogant. That same attitude he showed in his posture, too, always pushing his chest forward so you could clearly see that he exercised frequently.

Jeon Jungkook, is what he introduced himself as every time.

“Yes, I know that,” you said that third time, forcing a smile.

He was leaning against your car, his face only a few inches away from yours and robbed you of any personal space. His smile was that of a boy that had always gotten what he wanted and was now expecting the world to bow down for him. “So you can remember my name but can’t remember traffic rules?” He asked, winking teasingly. He’d said the same thing last time, too, though he didn’t seem to care. Or maybe he’d forgotten.

You giggled exaggeratedly, almost making yourself throw up from the cutesy attitude. “Sorry, mister~” you put emphasis on the last word, stretching the last syllable out as much as possible. The moment you’d laid eyes on him, it had become apparent what kind of girls he’d like: the overly girly ones, sugarcoating everything like they were in a tv drama.

He clicked his tongue. “How is it that I keep running into you? It’s almost as if you’re doing it on purpose.” As he said it, his fox eyes moved down, stopping right where the decollete of your tight red dress started. It was as though you’d sensed you’d meet again that morning, picking the dress instinctively that morning without thinking about it twice. It was a good pick, you realised now: he was basically eating you up alive.

His gaze snapped back to your face when you giggled again. With a dirty smirk, he leaned even closer, basically leaning in through your window at this point. You could kiss him if he got two inches closer. “Who knows? Maybe I want you to teach me the rules.” you did your best to wink suggestively, though you hoped he wouldn’t actually take you up on that offer.

Yes, he was your type. Every angle of his face was perfect, like he’d been shaped to be divine, every smirk he smiled was so tempting that you could already imagine kissing him just to stop him from teasing you. Every inch of your body said yes, would gladly do anything his eyes asked you to do - but despite that, your mind said no. With good reason. His arrogance was overwhelming, his words filled with self-praise and pride. He knew how hot he was, too, which pissed you off more than anything else. Any other guy like this would have turned you off immediately. You wouldn’t have tried to flirt your way out of a speeding ticket if he’d looked even slightly different. And yet, here you were, wondering what had driven you to this point.

“Oh, do you? Hm… I’m not sure,” he said, pretending to think hard about what he’d decide. “Punishing you sounds good too. After all, you’ve been a very, very bad girl.”

You almost burst out laughing at his attempt at flirting with you. Of course, he wasn’t aware of it, looking as though he’d just said the best thing in the world. He was so cocky for someone that wasn’t able to woo you with his words in the slightest. The last time you’d slept with a guy like him, he’d been unbearable before and after. Always talking about himself, his job, his friends, his past and his future like he was infatuated with himself. This cop, though he was much younger, could’ve been his brother. It amused you that people could be this full of themselves.

Looking at your dashboard, you noticed it was almost 7 pm. You were on your way to your parents’ place, though you’d left too late as usual. Getting pulled over by him the other times might not have been as bad - this time, you weren’t that patient. You breathed in slowly before putting on a overly sweet smile again. “Oh, please, mister, I’m not that bad, am I? Could you not let me off with a warning?” You leaned forward, knowing he’d look down again.

You were right. He licked his lips, his eyes hungrier than before. You knew what he was thinking, as his perverted gaze was basically spelling it out for you. “Are you in a hurry or something?”

Nodding eagerly, you explained to him that you were going to see your parents. Why you told him where you were going, you didn’t know. Perhaps it would convince him to let you go.

He chuckled, and from his gaze you could tell he had a hard time concentrating on what you said. “Is that so? Hm… I’m not sure if I believe a girl like you.”

“W-why not?” you said, smiling at the last second.

“Don’t you think I’ve noticed?” He suddenly stepped back from the car. Then, he strained a smile. “‘Mister, mister, I’m soooo sorry for driving too fast! Can’t you let me off with a warning?’” His voice was higher-pitched, sounding almost cutesy. Every word was accompanied by him sticking out his chest even more. Everything about his acting was strange, almost laughable - until you realised he was pretending to be you. “You look like this and you think you need to put on some kind of act for me? Fuck, do you think I’m that ignorant?”

You stuttered, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth. When he realised you wouldn’t respond, he continued. “I was going along with it, but honestly, it isn’t really working for you. Don’t worry, I won’t be keeping you here much longer. Just let me fine you real quick, and-”

“No!” You gasped. “Please don’t.” No way in hell were you going to let your parents discover that you’d broken the rules. They knew you to be so proper, never doing anything that was against the law - even the smallest wrongdoing would send them into shock. Moreover, you weren’t rolling in money. You knew getting fined like this would have consequences.

He raised an eyebrow. “Ah, so that’s your real personality? Look, missy, that’s just how it goes. You break the rules, I punish you. No matter how attractive you might be, or how cutesy you act, rules are rules.”

“Please, o-officer. I’ll do anything. Anything.” You grabbed his hand, noticing that he was turning away from you before you’d even finished your plea.

The cop turned his head into your direction, looking skeptical. “Anything?”

You cleared your throat, putting up a more sensual voice. “Anything for you… oppa.” It was a bold move, you knew that, but it was the only thing you could think of in that moment. Guys loved it when you called them that. You knew how much control you had over them, knew that just that one word could make them forget everything.

Not him.

“What did you just say?” Suddenly, his face was right next to yours. His breath was in your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You gasped, which only made him inch closer to you. “What, huh?”

You didn’t dare move an inch, scared of what he would do if you did. His eyes that had resembled a foxes before now were more like those of a tiger - hungry, angry, violent. The arrogance was gone and had made place for raw emotions - those of an animal that was about to grab its prey. And that prey was you. “Oppa? Oppa? Did you just call me your oppa?” He pulled his hand away, letting yours crash down.

You didn’t know how to respond without making him more angry. You looked at him in utter silence, holding your breath until your throat ached. His jaw looked razorsharp, like it could cut right through you if he turned his head ever so slightly. With one finger you reached out - scared yet so curious that you couldn’t restrain the urge to touch it.

He shook his head with short, aggressive twitches, making you pull your finger back. You’d never seen someone get so angry over something as trivial as this, shaking like he’d just been told you had ruined his life. “Nobody calls me their oppa, you got that?” The lines between his brows were so deep that you thought they’d become permanent. He clenched his jaw, letting out a groan of frustration that got louder and louder until he finally growled a sentence. “Mister Jeon, is that fucking clear?”

“Y-yes, opp-” You bit down on your lip with such force that it got numb after a second. He raised an eyebrow, inching closer to you. By the time he stopped, you could almost feel his lips against yours. The only thing you had to do was tilt your head forward, and you’d taste him. “...Mister Jeon.”

He nodded. “That’s a good girl.” He stepped back, abruptly ending your thoughts of kissing him. “God, if you hadn’t said that…”

“What then?” You asked, leaning forward.

His eyes locked on to yours, narrowing with distrust. “We’re going to be nosey now? First, you go and call me oppa, and now this… You think you can afford to act this way?” He chuckled, shaking his head again. “A girl as attractive as you in a tight dress like that… fuck, you must’ve done this before.”

“N-no, never!” You exclaimed, reaching out for his hand again. “This is the first time, I swear.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled. When he noticed your hand, he laughed. “I bet you’ve bent down with that pretty little ass of yours many times. You know what you’re doing. Dudes must love you and this act of yours. I can’t blame them for that.”

You opened your mouth, but no sound come out. You didn’t know if what he was saying was true, but looking into his eyes you knew he meant it. His eyes followed your curves down again, but this time you could only guess what he was imagining. He swallowed, clearly not in control of his thoughts anymore. “Get out of the car.”

His voice was so demanding that you barely dared to make him wait. You fumbled with your seatbelt, trying to unfasten it as quickly as possible, yet that somehow ended up making it much harder to do. Panicking, you looked up at him. “I-”

He flung the car door open, sighing. “Fuck, I’ll do it for you if it’s going to take this long.” He leaned in, his head almost against your breasts, his fingers creeping up your dress to your belt. You bit your lip. His fingers were long and elegant, and even just this gentle touch made you slam your thighs shut so you’d not notice the warm pleasure between your legs. Two seconds later, it was over. He stepped back, looking impatiently at you. You swallowed, rubbing your thighs together to relieve yourself of some of the tension. Never had a guy been able to make you feel this worked up, let alone a guy that looked like he was about to snap your neck in half. As slowly as you could, you put your feet on the pavement next to your car, hoping to postpone whatever was waiting for you. Gathering all the courage you had, you whispered: “What are you going to do to me?” You were standing next to him now, finally noticing how much taller the boy seemed now that you were seeing him on eye level.

“Punish you, of course.”

His hands were on your waist, spinning your around so that you were facing the car. He placed you against the side of the car harshly. You gasped when you felt him press his lower body against your ass, feeling his erection for the first time. It was already so hard, sliding up and down against the curve in your dress smoothly. His fingers reached down, moving up the fabric until your butt was only covered by a thin layer of underwear. It was cold outside, yet you barely took note of it. Instinctively, you spread your legs further, arching your ass his way.

“Oppa~” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

His hand hit your left cheek only milliseconds after you’ve uttered it. You gasped out of surprise, your mouth pressing against the freezing metal of your car’s frame. “Wrong,” he said, sounding like a teacher reprimanding a pupil. Before he let you correct yourself, he rubbed his cock against you again, sending a wave of pleasure through to your head. The friction made your thoughts foggy, every little distraction abruptly making you forget what you were thinking about. You uttered a coo when he stopped moving, rubbing your ass against him instead.

“You like that, baby?” he groaned, fingers pressing into your waist so hard that they’d leave bruises.

“Fuck, yes~” you whined, turning your head so you could see him. “More…”

The second slap was harder, making you let out a strangled moan that was cut off by a third one. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head closer to his. “You know how hard this was for me? I can’t believe I held myself back until now.”

You snapped back to reality for a brief moment. “Wait, you mean…?”

“What, you thought I just now happened to realise this? ‘Huh, she’s giving me a boner, I wonder why’?” He laughed, pushing himself even closer to you. “I’ve wanted to do this to you the second I saw you. But I told myself that I couldn’t. Fuck, I wanted to touch myself so bad this whole month, you don’t even know. You didn’t make this easy for me. Every night, I imagined you on your knees with that little mouth around my dick. I don’t even remember how I stopped myself from jerking off to that thought.” He growled, his hand pulling your hair until your lips touch. It’s a raw, first kiss, much more eager than any of the kisses you’ve had before with other guys but also much more messy. His teeth bit into your lower lip, brushed against your tongue - it was rough, yet it felt incredible to have a man long this much for you. After a mere minute, he jerked his head away.

“Get on your knees,” he sneered, letting your body collapse against the car when he let go of your waist. You nodded, slowly getting down to your knees with the curve of the car against your back. Your heart raced, beating so fast it could've driven you to a heart attack. You had to admit to yourself that you were excited about this now that you were eye to eye with his crotch, noticing how big the bulge in his pants truly was. You wondered what he would feel like inside of your mouth, if he'd even fit, as your fingers inched closer and closer towards his pants.

His hand was on your head, and he petted you kindly as to reward you for obeying his demands. He tried to be aggressive with you, yet you could see that it was really the impatience of a horny young boy who was getting a blowjob. You smiled at that thought as you curled your fingers around the top of his pants.

“You're so eager, babe,” he said, noticing that smile and misinterpreting it as excitement about what was going to happen. “Have you never done this before after all?” He chuckled huskily, his fingers lowering themselves into your nape. “Am I your first?”

You yanked down his pants at that moment, revealing his cock that was standing up straight. Looking up at him, you licked your lips teasingly. “You'll see.”

And with that, you put your mouth on his tip.

“Fuc-ck..” he growled, his fingers wrapping around your hair and pulling your head away from his part. Every inch of his face screamed pain mixed with lust. With his free hand, he slowly started jerking his cock up and down. A moan escaped his lips right before he bit into the lower one roughly. You could tell that he'd been holding back now. Every little stroke made him grunt, thrusting his hips forward so that your mouth was almost on him again. You observed him for a moment, wondering when he'd tell you to do it again, yet it seemed like he was too busy to say a single phrase. After one hard stroke, his eyes rolled back in his head and he let go, too weak to continue pleasuring himself. He was irresistible in that moment, his cock looking so smooth and thick that you couldn't help but repeat your action from before. When you touched the sensitive skin, your gaze found his. He smirked, trying to seem composed. “That's a good girl.”

You stuck your tongue out, licking his tip faster than you usually did. He moaned again, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock went into your mouth. It was sloppy, your teeth scraping him as it entered, yet he didn't seem to mind. With one hand, you grabbed his member by its base, as the other pulled down his pants further to reveal his legs. It was obvious that he worked out - his thighs were accentuated, like those of a dancer. You caressed the left side, feeling the strong muscles twitch with every touch.

“You look so hot on your knees, baby,” he cooed, his hand pulling your hair back so that your mouth would create friction on him. He yelped when you put him deeper in your mouth, punishing him for pulling your hair too hard. You continued until his tip hit the back of your mouth. It hurt, making it so hard to stay like this, yet you managed to pull yourself together and look him in the eyes for a moment as you deepthroated him. There were tears in your own eyes, as your gag reflex was not happy about this course of action. Jungkook, on the other hand, slumped forward with his upper body, his hand grabbing the open door to support him. “Damn,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “Your mouth feels so good… it's so fucking wet-” He moaned again when you slowly pulled your mouth off of his dick. The taste of precum was in your mouth, making you feel a hot burning sensation between your legs.

“You're really good at this, baby girl.” He put his hand on your head again, slowly digging into your hair. You knew your looked messy after that, though you'd only blown him once. Somehow, that made him look at you even more longingly. “Do it again.”

You nodded, wrapping your hand around him once more before blowing him. You made sure not to do it too quickly, your movements predictable and merciful, yet you could see that the man wasn't going to be lasting much longer. His hands weakly held on to your hair, and with every rhythmic thrust of his pelvis he pulled it back a little, making sure you wouldn't choke. Every time you squeezed it,he'd shiver with pleasure and moan delightfully. His cock was so warm and nice in your mouth that you wanted to keep going - pleasuring the man with your soft lips until he came more heavily than he ever had. But before you got the chance to do that, right when he was about to orgasm, he pulled your hair back with such strength that your head slammed against the car frame.

His breathing was short and quick, mixed with loud groans that showed how close he'd been to cumming. “S-sorry…” he moaned, his voice cracking at the end. He wasn't able to say more than that when he was out of breath, needing every bit of oxygen so he wouldn't collapse against you.

“It's okay,” you mumbled, brushing your hair back as best as you could. Your lips were swollen, and when you licked them you tasted from of his precum. That action made him growl like he was in incredible pain from not letting you finish it off. His erection looked painful, still sticking up nearly vertically,making you feel bad for him.

“Oppa-” you bit your lip, but you knew it's too late to take it back. Despite how weak your blowjob had made him, Jungkook’s eyes turned into flames before he completely lost his temper. You shrieked when he grabbed your wrists, pulling you up against the car until you were standing up straight - then, he lifted you up by your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your wetness pressed right up against his clothed stomach, seeping through your underwear and his shirt, making him notice how turned on you were for the first time. You averted your eyes when you noticed his grin, amused and teasing. “God, you're so wet. I bet I'll slide into you just like that. Fuck, I can't wait.”

With surprising ease, he managed to pull down your panties without letting you fall. You gasped, feeling one of his long fingers rub against your entrance and making the tension there increase by tenfold. He licked his lips, seeing you enjoy it so much. “You like it rough, right?”

“W-what? No…” the sweet girl in you couldn't help but deny it, shaking your head like your life depended on it.

Jungkook realised something, chuckling when he sees you blush.

“I have to punish you for lying, babe,” he said, his finger going inside of you. It went in so smooth and deep that you gasped in surprise when he hit your spot so quickly. You grinded your hips against him to relieve the tension of him inside you, spreading your legs further in the process to make it easier for him to move. “God, you feel so fucking tight. I can't wait much longer.”

“Please, Jungkook…” you whined, tightening yourself around his finger even more. “Please…”

“What, babe?”

You moaned.

“Say it.”

You closed your eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook! ”

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His hand moved your ass up against the metal, positioning you in a way that would make it easy for him to slide into you. “That’s my baby girl,” he muttered into your ear, his voice sounding so different that it scared you. It was lower, huskier, much more intense. You knew you’d reached a point from which there was no return. His lips kissed your jawline, your impatience getting stronger and stronger.

“Don’t make me wait, Jungkook~” you whined, turning your head away from his.

“Getting impatient, are we?” You felt his hand cup your ass, squeezing it harshly. “You deserve to be punished for being such a tease. Maybe I’ll let you wait for a whole month, too?”

“N-no!” You yelled, louder than you wanted to. You wrapped your arms around his neck desperately, begging him not to make you wait. Had he changed his mind? “Don’t do this to me.”

“I thought you didn’t want this?” He tilted his head to the side. “You seemed in such a hurry before you conveniently gave in to me. Maybe I should fine you after all…”

You panicked, not knowing what to do to distract him from that thought - or to prove him wrong. Finally, you tightened the embrace, pushing him towards you with your legs until his tip was against your entrance? (I don’t really know what you meant)  “Anything but that. Please, Jungkook. I want you.”

“Really?” He licked his lips, teasingly thrusting his member up so that it entered you by less than an inch. You choked, feeling the way he stretched you with barely anything. “Hm, I don’t know.”

You looked at him. His arrogant smile was back - he was just messing around now. No mattered how many times you begged, you could see that he wasn’t going to give in. But what were you supposed to do then? You didn’t want to wait any longer - and you knew he was only doing this to make you go crazy. He wouldn’t be able to stay patient forever. How long would he make you wait, though?

In that moment, you realised something - you knew what he wanted you to do. He wanted you to say it, loudly and clearly, so he could punish you with good reason.

You bit your lip and put on the same face as you had before he’d shown his true side. Lips pouting, eyes staring into his flirtily, hands caressing his nape. Then, you said the words he wanted to hear, putting on the cutesiest voice you could do.

“Oppa~” you cried. “Why are you making me wait?”

He growled. “What was that?”

You made a confused sound. “Huhhh? What is it, oppa?”

His eyes went blank, the only way to tell what that word was doing to him being the right corner of his mouth that twitched nervously. “Don’t you dare.”

“What do you mean, op-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Jungkook entered you so roughly that you cried out in pain, your body unable to adapt to him this quickly. Even he couldn’t contain himself any longer, moaning loudly when he felt your walls so tightly around him. “F-fuck…” Was all he said before you stopped him from talking by moving your hips teasingly. He yelped, his face scrunching up from the immense amount of pleasure that waved through his body. “Slow down!”

You didn’t listen, tightening your walls around him even more. His eyes rolled into his head, his legs almost collapsing from what you were doing to him. “Why, oppa?”

“You fucking brat,” he groaned. “I’ll show you.”

“Sure,” you laughed - regretting it immediately.

His fingers pressed into your ass, their nails digging into the delicate skin. You hummed in approval, the pain feeling more like pleasure after a second. He smiled devilishly - he was up to something. Two seconds later you realised what that something was. He rolled his hips into you - once, twice, again and again. He lifted your leg up to create a better angle for him to thrust into you, giving you the time you needed to take revenge by moving your hips around.

“Stop fucking moving!” He cried, a deep frown etched into his face. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, giggling softly at your sweet revenge. When he noticed, his eyes were filled with rage. “You’re not taking this seriously enough, babe. And you know what that means.”

With one rough thrust, he sent shivers down your spine that felt like a bolt of lightning. Before you knew it, he was pulling down your dress until one breast was visible, his eyes hungrily taking up what he saw. He placed his mouth on your nipple at the same time, his tongue teasing the soft skin with slow, calculated movements. You moaned from the pit of your stomach, feeling every inch of your body loose feeling except where he was touching you. Every time his hips crashed into you was heaven and hell at the same time, driving you to the edge much too quickly yet also just in time. His wet, warm tongue against your sensitive skin, his hand against your ass and the friction of his dick inside of you - all of this was culminating in the biggest orgasm you'd experienced in a long time. With your last willpower, you managed to say his name - his hips thrusting into you until he was filling you up completely one last time before you came.

When you finally regained your senses after a minute of having to force yourself to breathe in and out, so overwhelmed by what had happened that you barely had noticed that Jungkook came at the exact same moment as you, you looked at the man collapsed next to you once more. Your legs were freezing, yet it wasn't that bad after your bodies had collided.

“That was so fucking good,” you heard Jungkook mutter, pulling out with a sigh. “God, you're good.”

You stroked his hair absentmindedly, agreeing with him through this. “Is that right… oppa?”

He looked up, raising one eyebrow at you. “You haven't learned, have you? It's Mister Jeon to you.”

“Sure it is, Jungkook.”

From the look in his eyes, you could tell that he didn't care anymore.

“Maybe I'll have to punish you again sometime soon.”

You laughed. “I'll make sure to drive too fast again, then.”

“Good, because I can't wait to do this again.”

You couldn't, either.

#I'm hoping i can write at least one more scenario this year since i only posted like 5 so far oops #Shame on me #I've been busy yeah #But i also procrastinate a lot #Even though i like writing these scenarios #Don't worry #I'm not going anywhere #Just might be a little slow for a while #I already posted very few scenarios this year so shouldn't be a surprise haha #Also god i have had so many kinky thoughts about Kookie in his cop outfit #I'm not usually like this about him #Not this dirty minded #But man that outfit #Is this my kind? #Is that normal? #Yes and yes #Well hope you like it guys #Might try to write another Christmas scenario #Not promising anything though #Byee #Jungkook #Jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook scenario #Bts smut #Bts scenarios #Bts scenario #jeonggug smut #Jeonggug #Bts

[kxias]

...so, yeah, don’t rlly know how the fuck i got accepted to be quite honest w you??? like that definitely sounded fake but yet here we are??? anyways, hi, i’m red (she/her pronouns please) i’m 19 and i live in the est timezone and i am so, so excited about this roleplay — like i said, highkey was not expecting to get accepted so it certainly came as a shock when i refreshed the main before leaving to grab dinner and saw my post? i’ve been dying to put this muse of mine into play for a month or so now but i really haven’t been able to find a group that i was Down for up until i saw this one ! i am a heaux for uni rps, an even bigger one for the greek life rps since i in a million years would never be able to join greek life (yay introvert!!) and while i wasn’t here first time around, i’m happy to be here now and writing w all you lovely people ; i’m working on getting her stats and wanted connections up so pls bear with me, classes started back today and i’m trying to sift thru all the junk of my online courses while attempting to enjoy my last moments of freedom but they’ll be up soon ! in the meantime, there’s a bit beneath the cut about my baby angel and a few ideas to tide you over, make the heart go red and i’ll pop in your ims for plots ! and yes, i do ramble like this all the time so Get Ready !!

tw: death, slight depression, mentions of verbal/emotional abuse

have you read the gossip blog lately ? apparently, a GIGI HADID lookalike was seen strolling across campus with their DANCE textbook. but nah, that’s just KAIA ZAMAN, the TWENTY year old JUNIOR, i’m sure you know HER. they’re mostly known as THE SANGUINE because they’re very SILVER-TONGUED and INTREPID but also RETICENT and GUILELESS.

so kaia was born and raised in chicago, illinois, the only child her parents ever had due to a few factors — one of which being that it was incredibly hard for her mother to carry a child + rushed into an emergency hysterectomy right after kaia’s birth, so she was their rainbow baby

her parents did everything in their power to make kaia as happy as they possibly could since she had been everything they’d wanted for so long, so whether it was letting her watch another cartoon before bed or enrolling her in dance classes at the age of three after a full-fledged obsession with the nutcracker reached its pique, they pretty much granted her any wish she could’ve possibly had

at age four, a few nights after christmas, kaia and her parents were on their way home from dinner, taking a road that was pretty notorious for collecting black ice in the winter and got into a really bad accident, and this cost her both of her parents

so in her father’s will + due to a lack of any other eligible family members, kaia was left in the custody of her uncle ( dad’s younger brother ) and it was...disastrous, to say the least; daniel had pretty much resigned to a life of forever being a bachelor and fucking around and now he had a four year old niece that he was expected to raise???

her uncle was a trashbag with a few shreds of decency (driven by guilt) in him — he wasn’t going to dump her into the foster system but he sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with her ! so in true trashbag fashion, he just decided to completely neglect her, pretend like she wasn’t there and hope she’d get the hint, and it took her a while to figure this out?? kaia was a sweet kid who went from having a shit ton of affection and love to being ignored and treated like she was a nuisance, and it fucked w her head at four years old

she wound up raising herself; all her uncle was good for was giving her a place to live, making sure she had clothes on her back and food in her stomach, and putting on an act when people gave a second glance their way. the only time he really wanted anything to do with her was when he could benefit her somehow, like keep one of his girlfriends around ( they all found kaia adorable and daniel ‘admirable’ for stepping up ) or when it came to the $$, her parents had left her a little but daniel pretty much absorbed it and took it for himself, to throw more parties or buy booze or play sugar daddy to one of his hookups?? like i said, trashbag

kaia and her uncle were roommates at best, and that was pushing it — she struggled a lot with the neglect internally, and her way of coping was to push it down, push it down, suppress with a smiling face and act like all was well. daniel was enough of a decent person to let her continue with the dance lessons which she absolutely adored, dance was her Everything, and by the time she hit high school, she started teaching classes at the studio she learned at in order to make some $$ that daniel wouldn’t take for his own

the older she got, the more she’d fight back a little against daniel and they had their fair share of fights ( which usually ended in daniel saying something to shut her down entirely and she’d scramble away ) but even despite that, sHE NEVER GAVE UP HOPE ON HIM...?? like, kaia always gave him the benefit of the doubt even though he’d proved himself time and time again thAT HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT

to her it was v black and white, she didn’t understand why tf he wouldn’t just get over himself and be a Family ( daniel is Where she gets her stubbornness tbh ) but despite having a little resent towards him, kaia never ever stopped hoping that he’d wake up one day and they’d start being a family and she still hasn’t bc optimist in the highest degree

when it came to college, kaia knew if she didn’t get out of chicago she was literally going to be sick, there was just smth about the loneliness there that made her skin crawl ( she also hates the winter now so she had to get as far away from snow as possible lmao ) and so she was like “alright i need a college on the west coast and w my dance major”, found crawford, and it was Settled

you ain’t getting my gossip blog secret out of me *wink*

anyways, now that the tragic backstory has been #unlocked...onto kaia

she’s the sanguine, which basically means bitch is a ball of sunshine, which she is — there’s no such thing as a stranger in her world, she likes constantly being surrounded by people ( bc she gotta make up for being lonely all those childhood years, thanks a ton dAN ) and making new friends and going out, she just loves people and people usually love her, she knows how to reel them in and keep them by her side, girlie will do Anything

she flat-out refuses to see the bad in people, even if it is staring her in the face, and this is where her stubborn nature comes in to play?? you can’t tell her anything, once her mind is set on something there is no hope of ever talking her out of it, she’s got to come to her senses on her own and even then it’s usually too late or she diminishes the impact of it?? she’s rash and got bad tunnel vision so it’s p clear where disaster lies w her

has the unhealthiest coping mechanisms on the history of the planet, tbh; she thinks the cure to everything is putting a smile on and acting like it’s not a problem and while that works when one fails a test, it doesn’t work w everything and she’s just forced so much pain and depression and anger down that it is Bound to come right back up at some point, so basically homegirl is a ticking time bomb

kaia’s also a people pleaser, she’d literally give you a kidney if you asked, which makes it easy for people to manipulate her?? and she doesn’t always see when she’s being manipulated either?? and won’t always stand up for herself when she’s being treated unfairly??? she just likes keeping the peace if at all possible

blurs the line a lot between doing things because she can and doing things because she feels an obligation to so she doesn’t let anyone down

ever since her parents died, she doesn’t like to give anything a second-guess — if she wants to do something, then she’s doing it, because it may not come back around again or she may not have the chance to. is the Definition of living in the moment, which is nice in theory, but kaia is v bad at compartmentalizing so it’s easy for her to get off track or ofc do things that will come back to bite her

dance is life, i’m not even gonna go into detail on it bc this is long enough already and like.....it’s just her whole world, ok, moving along

she wants everyone to let her in but she very rarely returns the favor, which is why i gave her the reticent trait?? she doesn’t tell people about her parents or her uncle, doesn’t let people see that iceberg of emotions underneath the surface, she acts like if it doesn’t exist then it doesn’t as far as anyone’s concerned???

girl is one of the greatest friends you could ever have but is a piece of work when you think about it, tbh, so that being said come love us !

and if you read this far: the reason this STUPID vine is my ooc tag is bc i have an ex named kyle who is a piece of trash and that vine is a p accurate description of how i feel about him.....plus it just makes me laugh ok going now

#「 •• 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 ; what the fuck is up red. #crwfrd.intro

[amnicholson]

United Republic High: Chapter 15

Big thanks to @terraforever for letting me use her fan art for Asami’s Prom Dress. I provided a link to her deviantart page so you guys can see it.

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Asami let the warm water of the bath that Korra had drawn for her ease her muscles. Fuck she ached all over, from head to toe. She was lucky, and very thankfully, all she had to show for her ordeal were a few bruises, and some very sore muscles. Even Mako wasn’t hurt as badly as she’d first thought. Noted his nose would probably always be a little crooked from now on.

The water sloshed along the edge as she reached for the glass of wine Korra had poured her. She took a large drink of it before laying back against the headrest Korra had arranged. She closed her eyes and breathed in, trying to calm her mind, but those wheels wouldn’t slow. She heard the soft metallic click of the door knob as it turned. She cracked her eyelids open and saw Korra poke her head in, cell phone pressed tightly to her ear as she looked in on Asami.

“I’ll tell her mama. I love you too.” Korra smiled down at Asami as she took a step back to close the door, Asami’s upraised hand stopped her movements. “Bye mama.”

“Does she want to wrap me in bubble wrap as well?” Asami glanced up at Korra as she began pulling a wash cloth across her right arm.

“Pretty much.” Korra sat on the edge of the tub, her back to Asami. She rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward. “She might have mentioned a few things about locking us in the house while your father and my father use their ‘connections’ to ‘eliminate’ the problem.”

Asami let out a bark of laughter. “Ha! That sounds like your mom.” She squinted at Korra’s back. “I see where you get your fierceness.”

A lopsided grin formed on Korra’s face as she nodded. “I’m pretty protective of those I love.” She said it with an amused smile, but the look in her eyes was far from it. She turned to face Asami more directly, her voice taking on a somber tone as she spoke. “Asami, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened,” she was cut off as a sopping wet wash cloth hit her in the face. Korra sat unmoving as the wash cloth slid down her face to land with a soft plop in her lap. “Did you just…. really?”

“It was the only way to shut you up for right now.” Asami spoke softly. “Don’t say it. I don’t want you to say it.” Asami reached out, her wet hand tangling in the hem of Korra’s shirt.

Korra frowned before nodding her head. “Okay. I won’t say it.” She extracted the hand that clutched her shirt, and laced their fingers together. “I’ll just say, I’ve never loved someone as much as I do you, and I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone else the same.”

A tear slid down Asami’s cheek to fall and mix with the bath water. “Raava you’re such a sap.” She sniffed and smiled when a chuckle rang out from Korra. She tugged on Korra’s hand. “Get in here.”

Korra nodded and grinned as she stood to strip out of her clothes. Leaving them in a pile on the floor she slid in behind Asami. As soon as she was settled Asami leaned back against her, laying her head in the crook of Korra’s neck. Korra placed her hands on the sides of the tub and turned her head to press a kiss to Asami’s temple.

Asami smiled and pressed her head into Korra’s lips. “Will you hold me?”

“Of course love.” Korra wrapped her strong arms around Asami, laying her hands across her taut stomach. She hummed a quiet, soothing tune, feeling Asami relax against her. She knew exactly when Asami finally succumbed to the exhaustion she’d been fighting. Korra let her sleep. She held her, pressing the occasional kiss to Asami’s hair or cheek until the bathwater grew cool and their fingers and toes resembled prunes. Then gently she nudged Asami. “Come on love. Let’s get you to bed.”

Korra felt Asami stir, but she didn’t wake fully. She smiled as she listened to Asami mumble. Korra helped her scoot forward and she stood. Carefully, Korra helped Asami step out of the tub and she dried them both off, Asami swaying in place. Korra wrapped a dry, fluffy towel around Asami, and in one quick motion she scooped her up. Asami nestled into her warm chest, and was sound asleep again before Korra made the short trip to bed.

Korra laid Asami down in the middle of the bed and pressed a quick kiss to her temple before sliding in beside her. She pulled the covers up and over them both then wrapped an arm around Asami’s waist. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp Korra studied the woman next to her. The always silky and glossy locks of onyx that Asami tamed into waves fit for a movie star. The slight almond shaped eye lids that currently hid a shade of emerald that had become Korra’s favorite upon first seeing it. Korra studied and catalogued every detail of Asami’s face. Her soft lips that were as sweet as honey. Her cute little nose that Korra loved to kiss, almost always earning a giggle when she did so.

Korra reached up and smoothed her fingers through Asami’s hair and down her cheek. “I could have lost you today.” She whispered softly, her voice wavering with emotion. With Asami asleep she could finally speak her fears, and let her emotions go. A tear slid down her cheek as she pressed another kiss to Asami’s temple. “I could have lost you today.” She repeated herself, her voice breaking as more tears spilled forth.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you Sami.” She stroked Asami’s cheek with her thumb. “You’re my calm place. I have never been this at peace in my life.” She took Asami’s chin in hand and leaned forward, brushing her lips to her lover’s, softly and sweetly. “You’re my safe place, my harbor, my home.” She took a deep breath and smiled as she turned the bedside lamp off. She settled her arms around Asami and held her tightly, kissing her bare shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Asami whispered back, a slight smile on her lips as she opened her eyes.

“Were you playing opossum this whole time?” Korra asked, as she dried eyes.

Asami shook her head and rolled over on her side so she was nose to nose with Korra. “I woke up when you started talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.” She tilted her head forward and rested her forehead against Korra’s. “You’re my home too Korra.”

They laid wrapped in each other’s arms that night. Holding on tightly, relishing in the comfort the other brought. They fell asleep with foreheads pressed together and legs tangled, each thinking of home.

While they slept peacefully, warm in their bed, across town was a nefarious man. Adam Gustove flipped the collar up on his long jacket. He pulled his ball cap down low and flicked the butt of his cigarette into the street. He watched a red headed woman in a third floor apartment building pace back and forth. She threw her hands in the air mumbling to herself. He smirked as he drew another cigarette from the front pocket of his shirt.

The lighter flared to life as he strode across the road. He took a long drag as he pushed the call button to apartment 3B.

“Hello?” A shaky voice came over the speaker.

“I think we have a common goal.” Gustove said before releasing the button, putting the cigarette back between his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The woman said after a moments hesitation.

Gustove pressed the button and chuckled. “Your attempt with the Sato bitch was, admirable, I must admit. You were close.”

“You must be mistaken. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There was an audible quiver in the voice that Gustove picked up on.

“Just like you have no idea about her house being broken into?” He sneered as he let the button go. When there was no response he continued, “Or the sketches? The dog missing? The phone calls?” He released the button again and waited a count of five. “Cat got your tongue girlie?”

He heard the buzz of the door and the click of the lock. There was a certain swagger to his walk as he ascended the stairs.

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Korra rushed around the morning of prom, making breakfast, and checking that Mako, Izumi, Bolin, and Opal were all set for the dinner reservations with Hiroshi. She checked that she had her dry cleaning tag, and shot a quick text to the car service to confirm the pickup time. As she expertly flipped a pancake one handed she scrolled through and made sure that the tuxedo rental place had received her payments on both Marcus and Kai’s orders.

She smiled as she felt a pat to her backside as Asami walked past her, empty coffee mug in hand. “Good game tiger.”

Korra snorted as she set her phone aside. “Is that all I get for my star performance this morning? An ass pat and ‘good game tiger’?” She shook her head as she added to the stack of cooked pancakes.

Asami smirked as she turned around, the now filled mug raised to her lips. She took a deep breath of the heavenly concoction. “I mean there are other ways I could show my appreciation, but I don’t want to wear you out before tonight.” She blew on her coffee before taking a testing sip. “Can’t have you too tired for dancing tonight.”

Korra picked up both plates of pancakes and sat them on the breakfast bar. “Oh of course. I’d hate to disappoint my lady on the dance floor.” She turned and reached for Asami’s coffee mug, then sat it on the bar beside a plate. Then Korra placed her hands on Asami’s waist and pulled her close. “Want a preview of my dance moves for tonight?” She grinned as she started to sway side to side, taking tiny steps to turn them around the kitchen.

“I’m always up for a preview of your moves.”

“Okay, here goes.” Korra gave a big smile then jumped into the running man. Asami laughed at her as she shook her head. “Too much?” Korra asked as she stopped, hands on hips. “I mean if you can’t keep up just say so.”

“Oh I never said I couldn’t keep up. I got moves of my own.” Asami laughed as she backed away from Korra a few steps. “If anything, you can’t keep up with me.” Next Asami showed just how accomplished she was in dancing, by performing the sprinkler.

Both women fell into a fit of giggles as they continued showing off their dance moves. After a several minutes of dancing, giggling, and stealing kisses they managed to eat their now cold pancakes. They discussed the things each needed to do for the day to make sure Prom went off without a hitch. Including picking up their outfits.

Asami took a drink from her mug. “I can’t believe you won’t tell me what you’re wearing.” She said, waving her fork at Korra.

“It’s a surprise. You like surprises.” Korra countered with a mouth full of pancake and syrup.

“How will I know we’re going to match?” Asami asked raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Korra took a big drink of milk, wiped her mouth on her napkin, and turned to face Asami. “Babe, don’t fret. Whether you wear red or black, I’m going to match.”

Asami scrunched her nose in thought. “Who says I’m wearing red or black?”

“You always wear red or black. You know you look good in them, and they’re your favorite anyway.” Korra smiled and leaned forward kissing Asami on the nose. “I’ve got to go. See you tonight my love.”

Asami finished breakfast in silence, sharing a few bites with Naga. As she placed her dishes in the sink she pondered an age old question, red or black?

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Asami rushed to the door as the doorbell dinged again. “Just a minute!” She called down the hall as she hopped along trying to buckle the strap on her high heeled shoe. She smiled in triumph as she got it in place just as she reached the door. “Hello.” Her smile turned to a look of confusion at the sight of Opal and Bolin on the doorstep. “I thought we were meeting at the restaurant?”

Opal shrugged as she eyed Asami up and down. “Korra sent us a message. Mako and Izumi are on their way. You look hot.” Opal grinned and stepped around her to enter the house. “Has Korra seen you in this yet?” She waved her hand in Asami’s direction. “I like the flapper look.”

Asami gave a little twirl to show off her knee length, loose fitting dress. A red sash sat on her hips, a bright red stone holding the two ends together. Nestled between her breast was a matching stone, three strands of white beads hung down underneath it. A black choker with another red stone adorned her neck. The halter straps left her back bare, and her hair laid in perfect waves. To top it off she had a strand of white beads circling her head, a red feather and yet another red stone pulling it all together.

Bolin gave a low whistle as he stepped through the doorway. “Hey, want to be my date instead of Korra’s?”

“I don’t think so Bo.” Korra’s voice rang out from the doorway. She stood there, one hand in the pockets of her black slacks. She leaned casually against the doorjamb, her other hand resting on the handle of a gleaming cane. Her black dress shoes were polished to a shine. Her white button up shirt was pressed and fit just right. The red kerchief in her black vest pocket was the same shade as her tie. She grinned and took a step forward, reaching up she flicked the brim of her fedora with her index finger. “You look gorgeous.”

Asami stared, soaking in every ounce of the woman before her. “You clean up nicely.” She smiled as Korra stepped into her side, a warm hand coming to rest on the small of her back.

Bolin grinned and squealed in joy, “Awe! You guys are so cute! Aren’t they the cutest Opal?”

Opal fished her phone from her clutch and held it up. “Say cheese ya little cuties.”

Mako and Izumi arrived soon after Korra did, and the pictures continued. Asami delighted in the full prom experience she had missed out on as a teenager. She gladly wore the corsage Korra had purchased. She smiled in all the pictures, and enjoyed the silly antics of all her friends.

Mako looked at his watch and straightened his suit jacket. “We should probably head to the restaurant.”

Izumi smiled as she leaned into his side. “All he’s talked about all week is the Jasmine House.”

The others laughed as Mako frowned. “I’m excited okay!”

“Obviously dude.” Bolin grinned and elbowed his brother in the ribs.

They all shuffled for the door digging car keys from their pocket. “You guys don’t need those.” Korra said as they stepped outside. “I’ve taken care of our ride.” At that time there came a pair of honks from the road as two sleek black limos pulled up. “I figured we could arrive in style.”

“Sweet!” Opal yelled with enthusiasm as she rushed to the first limo.

“The first one is ours. You guys load up. I’ll be right back.” She took a step towards the road, Asami pulled gently on her hand.

“Where are you going?” Asami asked as she tugged Korra back to her side.

“To tell Marcus and Kai that their ride is here.” Korra grinned up at her.

Asami dipped her head and planted a kiss to Korra’s cheek. “I’m going with you then.”

Korra nodded her head and led the way across the road. She knocked on the door and they waited for it to open. She met the steely gaze of Francis.

“I was wondering if you would stop by.” The older woman crossed her arms and squinted at Korra. “I went to pick up the boys’ suits earlier and mysteriously they were already paid for.”

Korra grinned and rocked back on her heels. “You don’t say? That’s pretty cool Francis.”

“Mmhmm.” Francis softened as a smile tugged at her lips. “Well if you happen to know who did it, be sure to tell them how thankful I am. They didn’t have to, but it is greatly appreciated.”

“I’ll pass the message along.” Korra smiled at the kindly woman, then she looked at Asami and squeezed her hand. “We do have a surprise for the boys, and I hope it’s okay.” She moved to the side allowing Francis to see the limos sitting at the curb. “I didn’t want you to worry about the boys getting a ride, or walking, and this way they can pick their dates up.”

Francis looked at the women and then pulled them both into a hug. “Thank you both for everything you’ve done for my boys.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek as she stepped back.

“I hope you know we care a lot about you and the boys.” Asami said as she dabbed at her eyes.

“Oh I know darling, and we all care for you both.” Francis squeezed her shoulder then stepped into the house to call up the stairs. “Marcus, Kai, you have visitors.”

There was a thunder of footsteps coming down the stairs. Both boys came to a halt at the door. Kai had his dress shirt half tucked into his pants and his tie was loose. Marcus’s hair was standing at odd angles and his bow tie was wadded in his fist. “Hey!” They both grinned and waved.

“Please tell me you guys are still getting ready?” Korra looked them both up and down with a critical eye.

“Uh, no. We’re good.” Kai said confidently as he pulled at the lapels of his jacket.

“I’d like help with this actually.” Marcus said as he held the bow tie out in his hand.

Francis shuffled down the hallway muttering to herself. Korra smiled when she caught the words, “dunder heads.”

Korra helped Marcus with his bow tie while Asami instructed Kai in tucking his shirt in. Francis appeared at the door with a comb, hair gel, and a hand towel. Korra nodded her thanks as she took the gel and comb from her. “What would you do without us?” She teased as she tamed Marcus’s wild hair and Asami straightened Kai’s tie.

“Probably go to prom looking like slobs.” Marcus added with a grin.

Korra snorted as she studied her work. She nodded in approval at how sharp both boys looked now. Asami gave each one a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red kiss mark, as they hugged her. “You both look handsome. The girls will be surprised.”

“Jinora said she’d pick us up later.” Kai said as he typed a text message to send.

“Well, how about you tell Jinora and Ikki that you guys will pick them up?” Korra smirked as she jerked her thumb towards the limo. Then laughed as both boys looked wide eyed between her and Asami.

Next they were both in motion. They launched themselves first at Francis, hugging her tightly around the neck, and kissing her soundly on the cheeks. “Bye grandma.” Both boys said as they next exchanged hugs again with Korra and Asami. “Thanks you guys.” Then they were off running towards the car.

The women stood on the porch and laughed as the limo pulled away. “You’ve made their night.” Francis said matter of factly as she stepped back into her house. “Now, you girls have fun tonight.” She waved as Asami and Korra walked arm and arm to climb into their own limo.

Dinner with Hiroshi went amazingly. He graciously insisted on paying for dinner, and gladly posed for prom pictures with his daughter. They talked and laughed throughout dinner, enjoying the start of their night. Hiroshi escorted them back to their limo when it was time for them to leave. He hugged Korra and Asami both as they slid into the backseat. “Have fun tonight.” He called as the limo pulled away.

They arrived at the front of the school to see a line of students waiting for the doors to open. They exited the limo to a round of whistles and cat calls from the students as they made their way to the front of the line. Asami and Korra followed behind the other couples, fingers laced together.

Lin and Kya opened the doors for them to enter as the three couples squeezed past the waiting students. “You kids look great.” Kya gushed as she looked them all up and down. “Decorations look great ladies. You two did a great job getting the kids involved this year.”

“I think it was the promise of free pizza the days we stayed late.” Korra confided as she looked around the lobby. Spying the photographer, she excused herself from the conversation.

Lin checked her watch before turning to the others as they chatted together. “Doors open in five minutes. Better get to the gym.”

“Oh and watch out for Kuvira. She’s in a horrible mood tonight.” Kya called after the group as they started making their way to the gym.

As they neared Korra they stopped to wait. Korra grinned as she shook hands with the photographer. She walked over to Asami and grabbed her hand. “Picture time.” Korra declared as she tugged Asami towards the backdrop.

“Korra we have enough pictures already!” Asami protested as she was posed according to the photographer’s instructions.

Korra stood behind her and placed her hands on Asami’s hips. “I know, but you’re getting the whole experience tonight.” She quickly kissed Asami’s shoulder before straightening and smiling for the camera.

“Awe! I want a copy of this.” Opal said as they rejoined the others. “Asami’s turned you into a regular old softy Korra.” She teased as her and Bolin walked in the lead down the hallway.

Korra rolled her eyes and looked at Asami. “I prefer to think of it as she’s smoothed out my rough edges.”

“Well put Korra.” Mako said as checked a couple classroom doors, making sure they were locked. He smiled wistfully as he glanced at Izumi. “We always change for people; some just bring out better changes than others.” He gave Izumi a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You’re very philosophical tonight Mako.” Bolin commented as he turned to regard the man. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

The group chuckled as they entered the gym, then stopped to marvel at the decorations. Lights twinkled above them, balloons and confetti served as center pieces for the tables. The band was going through a last minute sound check. The group of friends gave each other one final smile before breaking apart to various parts of the gym.

Korra and Asami sat at a nearby table. Korra’s hand rested on Asami’s knee and both sipped from some plastic cups filled with fruit punch. Together they watched the students dance and mingle. They watched Opal and Bolin dance to a few songs, then chuckled at Mako trying to do one of the new dances with Izumi.

Korra’s foot tapped to the current song, she was ready to dance. She smiled when the band switched gears and played the first slow song of the night. She stood and offered her hand to Asami. “May I have this dance?”

Asami took the outreached hand and stood, letting Korra lead her to the center of the floor. Her arms went around Korra’s neck as Korra’s hands came to rest on her hips. They swayed and shuffled to the song, making slow circles around the dance floor. Neither paid any attention to the other couples on the dance floor, they only had eyes for each other.

Bolin and Opal twirled close by them. “Ladies, leave room for Jesus,” Opal winked as Bolin and her twirled away from them.

Asami’s cheeks colored slightly and she attempted to take a small step away from Korra, but Korra just held her in place and continued to dance. One slow song turned into another, Korra and Asami twirled around the floor. They passed students that they smiled and nodded to in greeting. They spied Jinora and Kai together and Korra spun them quickly in that direction. They swayed next to the young couple, chatting and laughing. Korra had to admit, maybe prom wasn’t so bad.

Half way through the night Kuvira made an appearance. She wore an emerald green dress, and scowl. She circled the dance floor, barking at students to separate, and ordering them to act accordingly. Korra shook her head as she watched.

“I don’t get it.” Opal said as she stepped next to Asami. “You’d think she could not be a total bitch for one night.”

“Kuvira? Not be a total bitch?” Korra mused with a half smirk. “Now that’s something I’d like to see.”

The group laughed at the comment, but it was short lived when the gaze of their Great Uniter fell upon them.

“Fuck.” Korra mumbled as Kuvira started making her way towards them.

Asami smiled when her phone rang. “Lucky me.” She pressed the phone to her ear and turned away from the speakers.

“Kuvira.” Korra mumbled as she waved in acknowledgment.

“If you’ll excuse me.” Asami said as she headed for the door.

Korra made to follow, but a steel grip on her arm stopped her.

“Surely she’s capable of taking a phone call without you Korra.” Kuvira said with a smile that looked more like a sneer. “Besides, I do believe your duty is here, watching the students.”

Korra ground her teeth as she shook Kuvira off and stepped to the other side of Opal. She rolled her sleeves up to her elbow, hooked her cane under her arm and jammed her hands in her pockets. With half an ear she listened to Opal talk to Kuvira about where she’d found her dress. After about five minutes of Opal dominating the conversation, Kuvira excused herself to the other side of the gym. Opal grinned triumphantly.

“Works every time.” Opal turned towards Korra. “You’re welcome.”

Korra looked confused. “What just happened?”

“I discovered that if Kuvira can’t be the center of attention, she leaves. So anytime she’s near, I find useless shit to talk about and I don’t shut up until she leaves.” Opal’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

Korra beamed and chuckled. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Opal laughed and placed a hand on Korra’s shoulder. She leaned into her friend and shrugged her shoulders. “I forgot.”

“Oh sure!” Korra playfully shoved her friend away.

“Korra.” Mako’s tone had Opal and Korra’s laughter dying. He grabbed Korra’s wrist and gave her a tug to follow him. Korra shrugged her shoulders at Opal and followed him to the main hallway where Lin and an officer in uniform waited.

“What’s going on?” Korra asked as she flicked her hat up on her head and looked from one worried face to another.

“We just got an anonymous phone call. A man was seen sneaking onto school grounds. Our source says he has a gun.” Mako spoke with a stern and serious tone as he glanced at Lin then Korra.

“When and where?” Korra demanded as she pulled her phone from her pocket.

“Twenty minutes ago, west side, far back corner.” The officer supplied quickly.

“That’s near Asami’s classroom.” Korra’s eyes shot wide. “Fuck! She got a phone call. I’m betting that’s where she went to take it.” She took a step down the hallway and had an arm bar her way.

Lin’s voice was rough and full of authority. “Korra, you can’t go charging down there right now. We need a plan.”

“You want a plan?” Korra turned towards her friend. “You and Officer Dierks get the kids locked down while Mako and I do a sweep of the school. Keep the kids in there. Doors shut. Teachers guarding them. Keep them calm.” She stepped back, drew a deep breath, and looked to Mako.

“I was going to suggest that. My weapon is locked in the front office.”

“Mine’s in my office. Won’t do me any good between here and there.” Korra added.

“Ma’am.” Officer Dierks pulled his piece. “You can take mine, and I can use my back up piece.” He handed Korra his department issued 9mm and squatted down to remove a smaller pistol from his ankle holster.

“Let’s hope we don’t need these.” Korra said as she tossed her hat and cane in a corner before following Mako towards the office.

After retrieving Mako’s gun they worked their way down the hallways, checking each door. If it was locked, they went on, if the door opened, they went in and swept the room. After nearly an hour of checking the school Korra was growing agitated.

They had two hallways left to check when Mako’s radio crackled to life. “Korra, Mako, come in, over.” Lin’s voice sounded over the speaker.

“You’re a go for Mako, over.” Mako said into the handheld.

“We need to evacuate now. We just got a bomb threat, over.” Korra could hear the fear in Lin’s voice.

Korra watched the color drain from Mako’s face as he spun on his heel and together they sprinted for the gym. What had taken an hour to cover in a sweep they covered in a matter of seconds at top speed. They rounded the corner to see groups of students being led out by teachers.

“Can I get a status report?” Korra stopped next to Lin.

Kya nodded her head as she turned to address her and Mako. “We had just finished a roll call when the call came in. As soon as it came in we had the kids filing out with a teacher thrown in here and there.”

“Everyone accounted for?” Mako asked as they started to follow the last group of students out.

Kya shook her head as she scanned the list again. “No. We’re missing five students.” She read their names off the list. “Jinora, Kai, Marcus, Ikki, and Meelo.”

“Anyone know when they were last seen?” Korra asked as she started scanning the tops of the students’ heads.

“Excuse me.” A slim girl spoke up. “I saw Marcus and Meelo exit the gym with Tahno. A little later Tahno returned with a few of the basketball players, but not Marcus and Meelo.”

“The others must have gone looking for them.” Mako stopped at the intersection of the hallways and the other adults did too. “Kya and Lin, finishing getting the kids out. Korra we’re going to split up. Do a quick sweep of the half we haven’t checked and find the kids.”

“What about Asami?” Korra asked through gritted teeth.

“I can try calling her.” Kya offered as she dug her phone from the folds of her dress.

“You know the kids come first Korra.” Mako placed a hand on her arm.

Korra batted his arm away. “I’m the last person you need to talk to about duty.” She growled as she started down a hallway they hadn’t checked.

“Yes sweetie, I’ll tell Aunt Korra you said hi.” Asami grinned as she walked the hallway outside her classroom. She laughed as she listened to Rodrick on the other end. “Yes I’ll ask about you spending the weekend.” She heard him let out a cry of delight. “Rodrick, I have to go now. I love you.” She smiled fondly when she heard him reply in kind.

Asami slipped her phone back into her clutch and started back to the gym. Outside of the boy’s locker room she paused. Asami turned a small circle, listening. She heard voices coming from inside the locker room. Cautiously she pushed the door open and took a step inside.

“Hey, come on now bro. Wake up.”

Asami recognized Kai’s voice and sped up. “What’s going on in here? Kai?”

“Asami?” Jinora stepped from around a row of lockers. “Thank Raava. You have to help.” Jinora rushed forward and grabbed Asami’s hand, pulling her forward. “It’s Meelo and Marcus.”

Asami let Jinora drag her around the lockers. She stopped short when she saw the bloody mess before her. “Who did this to them?” She knelt beside Marcus first and checked the young boy.

Kai knelt between Meelo and Marcus, he clenched and unclenched his fists. “Tahno and his fucking friends.”

Asami glanced up to see Jinora hugging a crying Ikki. “Girls, get me some towels.” Asami looked over Marcus first, then Meelo. “I’m seeing maybe a broken nose for Meelo. Marcus has a split lip, and cheek.” She placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder to calm him. “Kai, they’re going to be okay.”

“Asami.” Jinora knelt beside her and placed a stack of towels between them. Ikki dropped down on the other side.

Asami drew a breath to calm her nerves. “Apply pressure to any open wounds. We need to stop the bleeding.” Remembering her phone, she dug it out and handed it to Kai. “Call Korra. Tell her where we are.”

Kai nodded in understanding and began to dial the number. Just then the lights went out. Everyone froze.

“Stay silent.” Asami ordered as she pushed her way to her feet. She edged around the lockers and peeked down the row.

“Oh Miss Sato!” A deep voice sang out.

Fear clutched at her heart. She knew that voice. She kicked her shoes off and padded her way back to the kids. She passed them and grabbed a pile of dirty towels from the laundry cart. “You have to hide.” She hissed out as she started covering Marcus and Meelo with the clothes.

“Come out come out wherever you are!” Gustove’s voice boomed from the far corner.

Asami felt her heart skip and her actions sped up. She grabbed more clothes, to cover the two unconscious teens, Jinora helping her. Kai helped Ikki climb into a locker. He stuffed her dress in around her and eased the door closed. With the two boys covered Asami pointed to two more lockers. “Hurry.” She whispered and waved for Jinora and Kai to get in.

Asami peeked around the corner again as Kai helped Jinora stuff her dress into the locker. She glanced back to see Kai ease Jinora’s locker shut, then Asami peered back down the aisle. A large shadow moved, and Gustove came into view.

“Found you bitch!”

Asami spun away from the aisle, gave Kai a shove into the locker he was wriggling into, and slammed the door. She made it a couple more steps before a large hand grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as pain radiated down her scalp, then again when she was flung into the lockers. She tasted something metallic, she’d bit her cheek, as she slowly climbed back to her feet.

“That’s right. Get up!” Gustove bellowed. He stood just outside of her reach.

Asami glared at him as she straightened her back, pulling herself to the full extent of her height. She spat a glob of blood and spit at his feet. “Is that all you got Gustove?”

He grinned wickedly as he reached behind him. “Oh no darling, I brought a little toy for you.” He pulled the pistol from the back of his waistband and leveled it at her head. “Can’t wait to put a bullet into that pretty little head of yours.”

Asami fought to stay calm. She fought to pull breath into her nose, and force it out her mouth. She fought to slow her hear rate. She had to get him out of here, away from the kids. “Wouldn’t that ruin all the fun for you?” She fought to keep her voice from shaking. She smiled at Gustove and took a small step to her right, towards the back door.

“Ha! I think it’ll be great fun to kill you.” Gustove followed her with the gun.

“No doubt you would.” She smiled again, then bit her lip. She took a step forward and again to the right. She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout, and trailed a hand between her breasts and down to her stomach. “Wouldn’t you have more fun doing something else though?”

Gustove’s eyes followed her hand. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”

Asami did her best to look hurt. “Are you saying you don’t want to play with me?” She fought the bile that rose in the back of her throat. Taking another step, she rolled her hips. “Come on now.” She spun a slow circle, letting it carry her further down the lockers, and closer to Gustove. “You can be as rough as you want.” She purred. She watched the slow smile spread across his face, and she readied her body for action.

Gustove tilted his head, the smile growing on his face. He nodded, “perhaps we should have some fun first, seeing as you’re so eager.” He took a step forward, and started to lower the gun.

Asami sprung at the opening. She brought her hands up and grabbed his wrist. Stepping into him she kicked his knee as hard as she could. Gustove yelled as a loud pop echoed through the locker room. They wrestled for the gun, Asami trying to pry it from his hands. She felt the jolt as the gun discharged. She slammed her elbow down on his wrist, as his other hand clawed at her scalp again. Asami gritted her teeth against the pain as she slammed her elbow down again.

Gustove jerked at the impact, pulling the trigger a second time. The bullet ripped through the lockers. His anger grew and he swung wildly with his free hand. He grinned when he felt the connection with Asami’s ribs.

Asami grunted and lost her grip on his wrist. Gustove knocked her away, sending her sliding across the floor. She hurried to her feet, and threw herself around the corner of the lockers. She heard the gun shot, and from the corner of her eyes she watched a spot explode in the brick wall.

“I’m going to find you.” Gustove growled as he took a labored step forward. “And when I do, I’m going to fuck you bloody, and let your little girlfriend watch.”

Asami spied a tennis racket laying on a nearby bench. She grabbed it and pressed her back to the lockers. She held her breath and listened to the awkward step, drag, that Gustove was doing. As soon as he stumbled around the corner Asami swung with all her might. She smashed the hard fiberglass side of the racket across his face. She watched him fall back against the wall.

Gustove roared as he shoved himself away from it. “I’ll kill you!”

Asami smiled at him. “You’ll have to catch me first, bitch.” Then she sprinted for the door.

Korra heard a loud pop, her brain registering it as a gunshot. She sprinted from the room she was in and paused at the intersection of the hallway. She listened. Her heart pounded as her mind was flooded with thoughts of Asami, and the kids. At the sound of the second shot she spun towards it. She moved quickly. Her gun raised in front of her. She checked the hallway mirrors before rounding the corners.

She froze at the next intersection. Growling in frustration she scanned down each option. She jumped at the sound of her phone buzzing. She fished it from her pocket to see it light up with a text from Asami.

Mrcs dad boy lckr rm

Her feet were already moving down the west hallway as the third shot rang out.

Asami forced herself to move slow. She had to keep Gustove following her. She could hear his labored steps behind her. “Can’t you go any faster you filthy bastard.” She threw over her shoulder. Then screamed when the bricks in front of her exploded.

“Almost had you on that one bitch.” Gustove laughed as he raised the gun again.

Asami threw herself into her classroom as another shot rang out. She rolled to her feet and scrambled behind her desk. She eased the top drawer open and felt around. Her fist closed around her scissors and she felt a new hope grow in her chest.

Korra slammed through the front doors of the locker room. She was met with an eerie half-darkness. The only light coming from the opened back door in the far corner, and a glowing exit sign. Her eyes adjusted quickly as she started forward.

“Korra?” She heard a voice ask.

“Who’s there?” She barked.

“It’s Ikki. We’re over here!” A figured stepped out from around the corner.

Korra froze. “Ikki. What’s the word?”

“Korra, please. Jinora’s been shot!” Ikki cried, her face scrunched up as tears ran down her face.

Korra clenched her jaw. “Ikki. You have to tell me. Remember, we went over this.” Korra waited, she waited to hear the word that met they weren’t being forced into anything.

“Bird.” Meelo croaked from somewhere beside Ikki.

Korra shoved the gun into her waist band and strode forward. She pulled Ikki into her arms and looked around. Meelo was sitting with his back to the lockers. Marcus was kneeling next to Kai, both boys pressed blood soaked towels to Jinora’s side. “What happened?”

“Gustove. He shot at Asami. The bullet went through the locker Jinora was hiding in.” Kai looked up at her, his eyes pleading.

“Move.” Korra released Ikki and knelt next to Jinora’s body. She pulled at the rip in her once white dress and looked at her side. Korra smiled. “It’s a graze. Still hurts like hell, but better than a hole.” Korra glanced round and spied the discarded heels. “Where’s Asami?”

“She got Gustove to chase her.” Marcus told her, he winced as his lip began bleeding again. “She lured him away Korra.”

“That’s my girl.” Korra pushed herself up and grabbed the laundry cart. “I’ve got to get you guys out of here. Help me load Jinora.” Korra and Kai carefully lifted Jinora and sat her in the cart. “Meelo, you’re next.”

The boy stood and swayed on his feet. Korra helped him settle in behind his sister. She handed him towels to press to her side. “Marcus.” Korra waved a hand towards the cart. Marcus took a step towards the cart when a shot sounded again. “Hurry.” Korra urged, and she moved to help him.

“Korra, we’re okay, go after her.” Kai helped Marcus sit next to Meelo and Jinora.

Korra fought a war inside. She longed to go after Asami, but she had to get the kids out first. “I have to get you to safety first.” She moved behind the cart. “Ikki the door.”

Ikki didn’t move. She stared at her hands, at her sister’s blood that covered them.

“Fuck.” Korra hissed as another shot sounded. She threw Ikki over her shoulder and deposited her in the laundry cart. She took her place behind it again and started pushing. “Help me!” She growled at Kai. Together they got the cart to lurch forward. “Marcus?” She huffed out.

“Yes?” Marcus turned his head to look up at her.

“Use Asami’s phone. Call Mako and put him on speaker.” Korra pushed harder, gaining a little speed once the cart was in the open hallway.

“Asami?” Mako’s voice sounded over the phone.

“It’s Korra. I have the kids. We’re headed to the doors on the south side of the gym. Jinora has a bullet graze. Ikki is in shock, and Marcus and Meelo have had the shit beat out of them.” She was running now. Kai breathing heavily next to her as they pushed the cart.

“Meet you there.” Was all Mako said before he hung up, another shot rang from behind them.

Asami dashed for the door to the garage. Just as Gustove’s shadow darkened the classroom door she pushed inside, parts of the wall rained down on her from another shot. She kept her feet under her and ran for the back. A shelf crashed down behind her. Asami threw herself behind the old generator in the corner. She sucked air in through her nose, desperate to calm her breathing. She jumped as a shelf of tools crashed to the floor. She strained her ears, listening, trying to hear past the sound of blood rushing through her veins.

Gustove shuffled his feet across the concrete, making as little noise as possible. He shoved another shelf to the ground, and smiled when movement ahead of him caught his eye. As he passed a shelf he grabbed a hammer. Drawing closer to an old rusted generator he hefted the hammer over his head. He circled to the right of the generator, and threw the hammer to the left.

Asami jumped as something smashed into the garage door on her left. She turned her body towards it, and shuffled a step back. Her eyes scanned the ill lit area. She heard a noise behind her. She barely processed the words, “got’cha,” before she was spinning. She swung out with the scissors just as pain exploded in her head, and then the concrete floor reared up to meet her.

Korra and Kai slid the cart around the final corner. Mako raced towards them with Kya, Opal, and Bolin in tow. “Where’s Asami?” Opal asked as she scanned the faces in the laundry cart.

“She lured Gustove away from the kids.” Korra panted out. “I’m going back for her.” She let go of the cart and turned to head back the way she’d come.

“No you’re not!” Mako boomed and stepped in front of her. “Korra I’m ordering you to stop.”

“Oh no.” Bolin squeaked.

Korra’s eyes shot wide. “You’re ordering me? You better think about this Mako.”

Mako squared his shoulders and raised his chin. “Yes, and if you,”

Korra struck out, her fist catching him full in the face, and stopping his speech. Bolin stepped around her, caught his brother, and hoisted him over his shoulder. “I saw that one coming.”

Korra gave Bolin a sympathetic look. “I never took orders from him well.” Then she pulled the gun from her waistband and sprinted back the way she’d come.

#UnitedRepublicHigh #korrasami #legend of korra #alternate universe #legend of korra au #lok #korra #asami sato #tlok

[mr-logiemars]

Honestly I’m just bored as fuck and want to write but idk what about, so I’m gonna answer questions. Below the break ~

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? Kinda? There’s a guy in my program I kind of like, but I highly doubt anything will come from it.  2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Not completely, but for the most part yes. 3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” KITTY  4: What’s something you really want right now? To be able to sleep 5: Are you afraid of falling in love? At first, yes, but once I know someone and trust them then it just kind of happens without me even realising.  6: Do you like the beach? Ugh, yes. I don’t get to go very often, but it’s so nice there. I wish I could live there. 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Yeah 8: What’s the background on your cell? It’s a galaxy backdrop with a screen shot of a tweet (by raytoro) saying “Some days you wake up, and every ounce of self doubt, self loathing, and fear you’ve been feeling for months clears away. Today is that day.” 9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? Uhh, mine at rez, mine in guelph, my sister’s, and my parents’.  10: Do you like your phone? Honestly, yes. It’s starting to crap out just because I’ve had it for two years, but it’s still pretty good regardless. I’ll most likely be sticking with apple when I upgrade. 11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Aside from me randomly deciding to go to college, yes. I’m working on music, building my setlist possibilities, and getting some incredible feedback from amazing directors. Music is everything in my life and that’s exactly what I’ve been working towards for the past 5 years. 12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Someone that I don’t talk to anymore. 13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Rottweiler  14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional. Physical (for the most part) will heal, but emotional could go on forever. 15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? This is so mean. Why can’t I say both? I guess I’ll go with art museum ‘cause zoos just make me want to cuddle the animals, and I’d rather not support something that could possibly be harming animals behind the scenes. 16: Are you tired? Yes. In all meanings of the word. 17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? I think we met for the first time like... 3 years ago? Maybe? But we really only started actually talking and stuff about a year and a half ago. 18: Are they a relative? Nah, just a friend 19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Definitely not. 20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Halloween ish 21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? If I actually had some sort of confirmation that they were the right person then yes. I’d want to spend every possible day with them in my life. 22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Probably not 23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? Zilch 24: Is there a certain quote you live by? ”There is no truth in the lie that you don’t matter.” 25: What’s on your mind? The guy I like, the performance I’m doing tomorrow, the assignments I have due this week, this bitch from school I really don’t like and have to collab with, thinking about sleeping 26: Do you have any tattoos? I’ve got 4 rn 27: What is your favorite color? Purple 28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Idk 29: Who are you texting? No one right now 30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yeah 31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? Literally every time I think something bad is gonna happen, something bad happens???? 32: Do you have a friend that’s a different gender that you can talk to? Yep, two of my best friends are. 33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Doubtful 34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Several people have 35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? I don’t care 36: Were you single on Valentines Day? Yep, and probably will be again this year 37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? No 38: What do your friends call you? Lil Gucci 39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? Yes. 40: Have you ever cried over a text? Is that not normal? 41: Where’s your last bruise located? On my hip 42: What is it from? No clue 43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? This weekend with family 44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My sister 45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? Yeah, but they vary depending on my outfit/style that day. 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? What else are hats for? 47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? No. I would seriously die 48: Do you make supper for your family? I make food for myself and that’s it 49: Does your bedroom have a door? Yup 50: Top 3 web-pages? Tumblr, Facebook, Ultimate Guitar/Ukulele Chords 51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? My sister lol 52: Does anything on your body hurt? Right now? No. Which is surprising. 53: Are goodbyes hard for you? Very 54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Oh, god. I have no idea. And now I’m totally gonna spill something on myself (: 55: How is your hair? I LOVE IT. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted for months and I’m so happy with it rn 56: What do you usually do first in the morning? Hit snooze on my phone at least 3 times, then make myself get out of bed by drinking a lot of water. 57: Do you think two people can last forever? It’s rare, but yes. I know some people who are meant to last. 58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? Pretty sure, yes 59: Green or purple grapes? Green 60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? Idk 61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Tbh I’m pretty content with where I am rn 62: When will be the next time you text someone? probably after I finish answering these questions lol 63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? Sleeping B) 64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. Sleeping B) 65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? I think I still liked my ex because they had just broken up with me, like, 3 weeks before now last year. 66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? I’d say that’s Veronika 67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged my girly Ana 68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Actually I got out of bed last night because I couldn’t get an image out of my head for a rune I wanted to draw meaning “I return the respect I expect.” 69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? LOL you mean every day of my life? 70: How many windows are open on your computer? 2 71: How many fingers do you have? 10 72: What is your ringtone? Just some tone that came on my phone, it makes me think of x-files 73: How old will you be in 5 months? 19 and a half lol 74: Where is your Mum right now? Asleep probably 75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? Because they left me when things started getting serious, claiming they couldn’t be in a relationship right now, then started seeing some chick not even a week later.  76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Yes 77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Like.. one of them? 78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? Yup. Her name is Faith and she was my first girl-crush, but I totally freaked out and didn’t know what to do and ended up just throwing away all feelings lol 79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? Well, my mac is named Mike, but human-wise? I don’t think so. 80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Yeah, it’s kinda the best. 81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? 2 82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Nope 83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Like, 99.999982% sure that’ll be a no 84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? Damian and Lisa probably lol 85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? Only if they wouldn’t share lol 86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? The seats fucking moved and I had a panic attack because it made me feel like I was on a roller coaster and I had turned it off but it reset somehow??? So my seat was moving in time with the movie and I did not like that at all nope nope nope 87: Who was your last received call from? It was a group call thing on facebook from some people I’m collaborating with this week. 88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Butterflies are a huge symbol thing for me, so no. I’d never be able to do that. 89: What is something you wish you had more of? money 90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? Yes 91: Do you sleep with your window open? I do if there’s no air flow in my room. 92: Do you get along with girls? I get along with pretty much everyone unless they’re annoying. 93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Kinda, yeah. 94: Does sex mean love? No.  95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Yes. Big problem. Like get me the fuck out of there, kind of problem. 96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Lol yes 97: Did you sleep alone this week? Yup 98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? Yes. I have a couple somebodies lol 99: Do you believe in love at first sight? I think it’s possible. Usually there’s something that catches your attention right away and makes you drawn to them to find out more. 100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? My sister. Like two weeks ago, but I can’t remember what it was lol

I’m like super duper positive that no one’s gonna read this, but I was bored and needed something to help me become tired.

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