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spwastedaffairs · 1 year

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[PROLOGUE]

Colorado winters weren’t all too crazy, however up in the mountains at Tolkien’s family owned lodge, it was. The cold bitter wind was a wake up call if you stepped foot outside and the good four feet or more of snow was enough to quickly bury anyone in, if they weren’t being careful. Outside the lodge looked cold and uninviting, the snow piled high on top of the roof, icicles hanging down off the edges, the cold wind brushing snow against the sides. But inside?

Inside the lodge it was warm and full of life, a small party held by a group of friends was just beginning to die down. A few were tired, lazing around as the party dwindled down; Butters, the only one to have retired early for the night, stood inside his room, staring out the window. Those who were still up and eager to joke around were Bebe, Y/n, Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Kenny, and Eric, and all of them had a fun idea.

Bebe holds a piece of paper in her hand, her eyes scanning its contents with a sly grin spreading across her lips. As if lost in deep thought, she walks slowly towards a nearby Bed it was perfectly made, and with a flip of her wrist, sets it down with a thud.

Suddenly, Y/n's voice rings out, startling Bebe. "Oh, my God! I can't believe you actually did that," exclaims Y/n, her eyes wide as saucers. But Bebe is quick to shush her, placing her index finger in front of her lips.

"Shhh... shhh... shhh..." whispers Bebe, looking around the room to make sure no one else was around.

This sudden commotion attracts the attention of Stan and Wendy, who walk over to the room, where they find the two girls standing closely together. "Don't you guys think this is a little bit cruel?" asks Stan, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Wendy, however, is quick to defend Bebe's actions. "Oh, come on, she deserves it. After all, she's been making googly eyes at Tolkien for weeks now."

Stan lets out a sigh. "It's not her fault that she has a huge crush on him, you know?"

Bebe interjects, "Nichole's been making moves on him. I'm just looking out for myself in the long run."

With that, Bebe turns around and begins to walk away. But Y/n, Stan, and Wendy follow, eager to see what Bebe has planned next.

As the group of teenagers made their way through the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the wooden beams of the lodge. The smell of pine and woodsmoke filled the air, adding to the rustic charm of the place. With each step, their excitement continued to bubble up, as they were finally reunited with their friends Kenny and Kyle.

Bebe, always the passionate one, couldn't help but make her feelings known. "Just because he's D1, doesn't mean he belongs to everyone. Tolkien is my man," she exclaimed as they walked down the hall. But Kyle was quick to retort, "Bebe, he's not anyone's man." A playful banter between the two ensued, and Wendy, Y/n, and even Stan laughed along with them.

As they approached the guest room, where they planned to rendezvous with the rest of their group, Kyle made his way upstairs to find and warn Nichole. "Nichole!" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty corridor. Meanwhile, the rest of the group snuck into Tolkien's empty bedroom.

Wendy crouched behind a partition with Stan, trying to suppress her giggles. Kenny and Eric snuck into the cabinets, determined to stay hidden. Eric pressed the record button on his phone, hoping to catch some hilarious footage. Bebe and Y/n, on the other hand, decided to hide under the bed, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make their move.

As they waited, the tension in the room built. Every sound made their muscles tense up, and they held their breath as they heard approaching footsteps. Finally, they heard the sound of the door creaking open, and the girls stifled their laughter. "Oop!... She's here. Shh!" Y/n whispered to Bebe.

The group was all in on the prank, and they couldn't wait to see Nichole’s unsuspecting reaction. The excitement and adrenaline pumping through their veins as they prepared to pull off their prank made their hearts race. As they looked around at each other, ready for the perfect moment to strike.

[TIME] 2:00 AM

Butters, continuing to watch the snow as it slowly descends outside as the wind dies down, notices a man standing outside, his body partly covered by the trees and snow covered brush.

Butters gasps in shock and feels his body jolt back, he blinks and heads back to the window, staring at the spot the unknown man once stood, rubbing his eyes in confusion at the lack of a body being there any longer.

He runs out his bedroom door and heads over to tell somebody what he had just seen when he notices Nichole’s bedroom door ajar. As he opens it up slowly, he calls out, “Nichole? You in here?” with no response, Butters opens the door fully, taking in the room.

A small note lays on her bed and Butters picks it up

“Nichole..” Butters reads, “you are the girl that I’ve always wanted and I’ve been nervous to fully commit to saying this, meet me in the guest room at 2:00am, I have to show you what I really feel for you. Yours truly, Tolkien.”

Groaning, Butters sets the letter down and heads downstairs, “this cannot be good”, he thinks.

As Nichole approached the room, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside of her. She had received a note from Tolkien, inviting her to meet him there, and she couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her. As she entered the room, she spotted Tolkien immediately, and a smile spread across her face.

"Glad you could make it," Tolkien greeted her, his voice low and sultry.

Nichole felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "Of course. What did you have in mind?"

Tolkien grinned, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out, and see where it goes from there."

Nichole's heart raced as she nodded, her body already tingling with anticipation. She began to remove her shirt, but a sudden commotion caught her attention.

"Oh, my God! She's taking her shirt off!" Bebe giggled.

Nichole froze, confused and embarrassed as she had begun to undress as well. As more of her friends revealed themselves from their hiding places, she began to feel a sinking sensation in her stomach.

"Tolkien? What are you doing here?!" she demanded, turning to face him.

"I'm sorry, Nicki. This all got outta hand, but..." Tolkien trailed off, looking guilty.

Kyle burst into the room, calling out Nichole's name, “Nichole! Nichole, hey, Nicki.... Don't... it's just a..” but it was too late. She was already on the verge of tears, her eyes watering as she realized what was happening.

"Stupid prank," Kyle muttered angrily, his gaze flickering over the group of friends.

"Ugh... damn!" Eric chimed in, clearly irritated with the situation.

"You guys are jerks. You know that?" Kyle spat out, his anger directed at his friends.

Kyle followed in Nichole's footsteps, calling out to the girl as she exited the room. Meanwhile, Tolkien rushed after Nichole, determined to make things right.

"Nichole!" Kyle called out, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

[TIME] 2:04 AM

As Butters enters the main room, Nichole runs past him and outside, noticing it was Nichole, he runs out after her calling her name, “Nichole! Nichole, there is someone outside!” Seeing how far she had gone already, Butters sighs as he heads back inside the lodge’s main room.

“What the hell?” He asks himself in disbelief and then he hears a faint call out of “Nichole” from Kyle and he looks up as everyone else enters into the room.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on? Where is Nichole heading off too?”

Bebe makes a noise of annoyance and rolls her eyes, “She just can’t take a joke, it’s whatever..it’s fine, Butters.”

“It was just a prank, Nichole!” You yell out, waving your arms, irritated at what you believed was childish behavior.

“What the hell..did you do?” Butters exclaims, anger and shock evident in his voice.

Tolkien puts his hands up in defeat, “We were just messing around, Butters.”

“Yeah it wasn’t serious!” Kenny chimes in.

Butters slips his shoes on and scoffs at the rest of the group, “You guys are such jerks you know that? What is wrong with you all?” As he finishes his sentence, Butters runs out the door in the direction that he had last seen Nichole head off too to go search for her.

The rest of the group can hear Butters faintly call out for Nichole as he heads off searching for her, and they then awkwardly turn to one another. Stan clears his throat, “Do we…go after him and search for Nichole too..?”

Kyle crosses his arms and his eyebrows furrowed, obviously displeased with the group, “You know, I think you guys are the last people she’d like to see right now.”

[TIME] 2:11 AM

The wind howled past Butters' ears as he called out Nichole's name into the cold, snowy darkness. The fog was thick, and visibility was nearly zero. He stumbled over tree branches, his boots crunching through the snow. Butters knew he couldn't afford to be cautious. Every second counted, and Nichole's life might be hanging in the balance.

As he climbed over a particularly gnarled branch, Butters lost his footing and tripped, tumbling to the ground. He scrambled up quickly, shaking snow from his coat, and continued moving. His heart raced, and sweat beads formed on his forehead. The adrenaline was pumping in his veins, fueling his urgency.

A flight of stairs loomed before him, with a sign pointing to two routes: the faster, riskier path or the safer, more time-consuming route. Without a second thought, Butters chose the faster route. It was a decision he might soon come to regret.

As he hurtled down the steps, he approached the edge of the staircase. He surveyed the potential drop and made a split-second choice to jump, landing safely on the ground below. Butters had made it past the first obstacle, but the journey was far from over.

A noise drew his attention, and Butters caught sight of a series of footprints leading into the distance. Without a moment's hesitation, he set off in pursuit, noticing a herd of elk in his path. The animals scattered in alarm, and Butters swore under his breath, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

As he drew nearer to Nichole's location, he reached another fork in the path. He had to choose between following a shadow or a set of footprints, and he made another quick decision. He followed the shadow, racing past the footprints.

Suddenly, Butters saw the outline of a balcony looming ahead, and he leaped, trusting in his instincts. He landed with a thud, and a sharp pain shot through his ankle. Undeterred, he pressed onward, pausing only to use his phone as a makeshift flashlight in the dark.

Butters, with a sense of urgency, crouched down in the snow to grab hold of the totem sticking out. As his slender fingers wrapped around the totem, he felt a sudden rush of energy pass through his entire being, bringing with it visions that flooded his mind. He tried to make sense of the jumbled up pictures flashing before his eyes, but they whisked past him too quickly, like butterflies flitting in the sun. Suddenly, amidst the chaos, he saw a crystal-clear image that left him shaken to the core.

It was him and Nichole, falling weightlessly through a void, their screams echoing through the emptiness. It was a devastating sight that shook Butters to his very core. Gasping for air, he muttered in disbelief, "Huh? Nichole!, What is this?" There was a moment of silence, a lull that tricked Butters into thinking everything was over, but then a sudden movement made him jump out of his skin.

Unhooking his eyes from the totem, Butters scanned his surroundings, worried that something was watching him. Something he couldn't see. A few seconds later, he crouched down again to assess the totem, but in the back of his mind, the warning bell began to ring. As he hesitated, lost in thought, he heard the familiar sound of human voices.

It was Nichole, who had been traversing the snowy terrain behind him, and sensing his unease, came running to his location. "Butters, what's happening?," she asked, unperturbed by the chill that had crept into her bones. Butters, still dazed by the vision he had seen, looked up to see Nichole staring at him with expectant eyes.

Panic written all over his face, he felt a gust of wind hit him squarely in the face. It was then that he realized that he was freezing cold, and probably on the verge of hypothermia. Nichole, sensing the same, looked at him quizzically. "What was it?" she asked, but before Butters could answer, he said, almost instinctively, "Take my coat, you need it more than I do."

Nichole, sensing the gravity of their situation, took the coat wordlessly, draping it around herself, and thanking Butters wordlessly. And as they looked at each other, Butters couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling over him. "We need to get out of here," he said, holding his hand out to pull Nichole to her feet.

They trudged on in silence, the cold enveloping them like a cocoon as they walked, changing everything around them into a strange, almost timeless place. It was as if they had entered another realm, where time worked differently, and the rules were different.

Nichole broke the silence. "I'm such an idiot! I'm so dumb..."

Butters, sensing her insecurity, looked at her and smiled. "No, you're not," he said, a sense of compassion warming his voice. "We just got unlucky. But we'll be fine, we'll get out of here soon."

Nichole looked at Butters, feeling a sense of hope settle over her. She knew she was lucky to have him by her side, no matter how things turned out.

As the view switches into a predator-like vision, the once peaceful environment transforms into a place where danger lurks in every corner. The view scans the area, searching for any heat signatures that signify prey. Suddenly, the vision locks onto Butters and Nichole, who are running for their lives from an unknown entity. The two friends are completely unaware of what is pursuing them until they hear a blood-curdling screech ring out in the night air.

The sound sends shivers down their spines and a sense of pure adrenaline kicks in, forcing them to run even faster. Butters and Nichole race towards a nearby bridge, desperate to escape their invisible attacker. However, as they make their way across the rickety old structure, Nichole trips and falls, almost immediately halting their efforts to escape.

Butters rushes to her side and helps her stand up again, but as they hurriedly continue running towards safety, he accidentally drops his phone through the floorboards. Undeterred, they keep moving forward, only to find themselves at a dead end with nowhere left to run.

Butters curses under his breath, his fear-fueled mind racing as they look out over the cliff at the thing that's now getting closer and closer. Both of them grasp onto each other's hands tightly, willing each other to be strong.

Butters desperately pleads with the entity, hoping that somehow it will understand and leave them alone. The unknown creature continues to approach, its sight fixed on the vulnerable prey before it. Butters is almost beside himself with terror, screaming, "Get back!"

The view switches to Nichole, her eyes wide, her breathing ragged. She knows she's in mortal danger, and she's acutely aware of how fragile their situation is. There's no way out, and they're both rapidly running out of time.

Suddenly, both of them fall, Butters barely managing to grab onto a branch underneath the cliff as Nichole tumbles towards the edge. With all the strength he can muster, he holds onto the branch but looks on helplessly as his friend falls over the cliff.

All of Butters' hopes and dreams flash before his eyes, realizing that saving himself is impossible. He turns to the unknown man who has finally appeared to help, with only two choices in front of him, neither of which he wants to make. With tears streaming down his face, Butters makes the agonizing decision to let go of Nichole.

As he looks over at Nichole, his body racked with sobs, he reaches out hopelessly for the man's hand. In the next moment, the branch snaps, and Butters plummets down into the dark abyss of the mines below.

His back slams against an unforgiving rock, killing him instantly. Butters' body tumbles and tumbles, a mere rag doll who has been entirely defeated by the events of the night. When at last his limp form comes to a rest, it's right next to Nichole's body.

The once beautiful night has been transformed into a dark and terrifying nightmare, with loss and death the only outcomes. This impossible situation will stay with anyone who witnessed it for years to come, the memory of Butters' and Nichole's tragic ending etched on their minds forever.

#wasted affairs series #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader #stan marsh

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cobaltsapphire · 2 years

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The Quarry: Playthrough w/ Friends After Thoughts (Spoilers!!)

I’ll try to keep this one shorter than the other one, but a lot did happen so I’ll summarize as well as I can. Also, I’m gonna be referring to my friends as simply A1 and D1 because yeah. This is mostly stuff they were thinking/saying, but I feel like most of it was Emma slander, so my sincerest apologies to any Emma fans who happen upon this.

Before Game

I was showing them the characters and the different ways that the game can be played and when we were on Dylan I stayed on his character for a whole of two seconds and A1 went, “Wait, is that Luke? Go back!” So I clicked through, got back to Dylan and then quickly clicked past, and A1 yelled, “That is Luke! Go back! Go back!” So I actually go back this time and confessed to them that we watched “Daniel Isn’t Real” because Miles Robbins was in it

Prologue

A1 and D1 believe Max and Laura are idiots. They are your typical start of horror movie characters that always die because they made dumb decisions. Like, splitting up? Why would you do that?

What is up with this cop dude

Oh? Old lady? Who’s gonna let us see the future? Why yes, you’re our friend

Chapter 1

Wow! Emma’s pretty, and Kaitlyn’s awesome

Why did Jacob do this ? We’re now stuck here and all of this is gonna happen cuz he WANTED ONE MORE NIGHT

Dylan closing the door on Jacob? That’s literally D1 to me

Also Dylan’s name is actually Luke

Nick’s accent is hot --- D1

Wait, Ryan is the dude from Detective Pikachu? What?! --- D1, said with genuine surprise

Why is Chris Hackett freaking out so much? What?

The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry is obviously the tarot card lady

Ryan is quite obviously Kaitlyn’s love interest

Chapter 2

Nick and Abi are cute but they are literally so awkward, they can’t even flirt properly.

TAROT CARDS. GET THEM ALL

Jacob and Emma? As a couple? Yeah, no. Nuh uh. They don’t work at all

Peanut butter butter pops... Jacob is a kid, but you know what? We’ll let him be happy

Surprisingly, A1 and D1 don’t want to make chaotic decisions, and actually want to keep everyone alive

Wait, are we gonna be hunted by these hunters?

Ryan seems interested. YES

Welp, whispers from the phone, that’s always a good sign

Oh? A trapdoor? Well let’s send Dylan down and get him killed!

Wait, OP, who’s your favorite again? --- D1, as Dylan’s climbing down the ladder

Dylan --- Me

Oh, well that’s too bad --- D1, said with obvious evil intent

Yeah, Dylan’s tall, but is he that tall?

Taking a photo! A1 has given specific instructions as to how we should take it

Wait, Ryan is both Kaitlyn AND Dylan’s love interest??? Is this a triangle??? --- D1

Truth or dare? Ryan’s a truth guy

Also Jacob has no sense of self preservation, so we picked Kaitlyn

Wait Emma. Emma no. Don’t do it Emma. Kiss your ex. Not your friend’s crush. Emma. Emma! EMMA. NO. HOW COULD YOU. YOU BROKE THE FIREND CODE. YOU---WE HATE YOU NOW. WE’RE GONNA LET YOU DIE.

Seriously though that was uncool. Kiss your ex for sake of your friend and her crush what is wrong with you. Plus you didn’t need to full on make out with him. A peck would’ve done it

Tarot card ye---why is Jacob shirtless

Between Sessions 1

Most characters are bleh

Emma is the worse, with Jacob following suit

Nick and Abi are alright, but there’s not much to them

Dylan’s not grown on them yet

Ryan and Kaitlyn are cool, but Kaitlyn’s the best

Ryan is A1′s favorite so far and Kaitlyn is D1′s

Kaitlyn gives Gogo from Big Hero 6 vibes

Chapter 3

Murder time yay!

Abi alone in the woods what could possibly go wrong

Nick’s here!

Uh oh, something’s watching

They kissed! Yes!

Welp nick’s dead

Hunter dude???

This is intense

Oop and now we’re Jacob and sobbing over Emma who’s so not worth these tears

Every choice we make is to make Emma and Jacob stay broken up forever. No hope for this couple

Emma shut up. Literally shut your mouth.

You’re so mean for literally no reason

Just stop

We’re gonna let you die

TAROT CARDS YES

D1 said no to shortcuts, but allowed us to take one, so we got it Nick in time

Nick’s infected! He’s gonna die

Is this like a zombie? Is he gonna turn into a zombie werewolf???

Don’t waste ammo --- D1, mostly

Only good thing about you is your accent, Nick --- Also D1

To Eliza: Would we even be talking to you if you didn’t offer us a look into the future??

Chapter 4

Let’s get Emma killed

But her evidence. Will we keep it if she dies??? Nevermind, let’s not get her killed

But man is she annoying... wish she would shut up. Jacob deserves better

Ah ha! A chance to get her to shut up! The high road it is then

No amount of talking makes us like you more, Emma

Snooping is our priority. Chance to snoop? Take it

Taser! Get that photo!

Okay now run

Oh yeah we’re being chased

Stay alive

We don’t like you, but we feel obligated to keep you alive, Emma

We outta here

Should’ve let Emma die but oh well

“Oh, it’s a zipline,” D1 says, in reference to the tarot card we saw and how we should totally let that future come true real quick (spoiler alert, we did not let it come true)

None of us would’ve been upset if Emma died

Chapter 5

Ryan and Dylan... what are they

So, are we cutting off Dylan’s hand?? --- Me

Yes, we’re pulling an Ethan Winters -- D1

Sorry, Dylan, we’re pulling an Ethan Winters --- Me

A1 and D1 are unsure as to if we’ll be able to cure you if we don’t so losing a hand is a better alternative

This is fine... not at all painful or anything....

OP, you sound like a mom trying to be cool --- D1

What? I sound normal --- Me

You sound like a cool mom --- D1

Oh --- Me

Yeah, you sound like a mom trying to be cool --- D1

No, it’s too late, you already messed up the wording, I’m a cool mom --- Me

Okay, Mom --- D1

EMMA, SHUT UP

Abi no!

Nick what is happening with you

We love you, nick

Kaitlyn, what are you doing stay here no don’t go out there, stay here

Kaitlyn

Please

Stay alive

“Voodoo doo doo” --- Repeated by A1

Literally anytime the woman whispers to Dylan (Luke): “Daniel?!” (iykyk)

Had a whole debate over cutting Dylan’s hand off and then decided it was the best thing to do for him, because D1 wanted to be able to cure him before he turned, but that’s not possible, so

“I’m sorry, Dylan, but you gotta become Ethan Winters” --- D1

Eye patch lady looks cool but who is she (they ask, unaware that is Laura and that they did not like her at the beginning)

Chapter 6

I’m looking at the notes I took and I kid you not this is mostly Emma slander

Why are you so mean, Emma. Jacob deserves better

Jacob you idiot! Your leg

Hat Emma so much.. Should’ve let her die... keeps stringing Jacob along (D1′s words, mostly). Just stop messing with him.

Jacob wants more out of it and she’s just like “no”

Emma’s done more bad than Jacob. This situation may be his fault, since, yk, he broke the car, but Emma is worse.

Wait

This is all Emma’s fault. It all leads back to her

Okay so... we want Emma dead, but we kinda wanna keep everyone alive.

But also who can we kill

But like keep everyone alive

Then come back and get Emma killed

Nick is being weird... “It’s because he’s turning,” D1, probably

If we have the option to kill him off, we should take it. We started liking him and then he had to go die on us.

No. Nick no. Please no. We don’t want to do this. Nick please.

“I’m so sorry,” D1 starts, knowing what we must do to save Abi. “But we have to put you down.”

Say your goodbyes

Goodbye! Bye bye!

You will be missed

“Someone pay attention to Abi,” D1 states, and then Abi is promptly thrown.

“Looks like someone paid attention to Abi!” I exclaim

Yeah we’re shooting Nick

“I’m so sorry, Nick,” D1 says as Abi picks up the gun. “It was you or me. And you were already gone.”

CONGRATULATIONS! You just avoided an Abi death!

Wait, really? -- A1

Yeah, if you don’t shoot Nick then Abi dies --- D1

Emma why are you alive... oh right, because we want to keep everyone alive

Nick is first love, Dylan’s for life

Almost like Daniel and Luke

D1 would absolutely write a fic where she personally offs Emma if given the chance. That girl w=really gets on her nerves

Between Sessions 2

Kaitlyn is best girl

Who’s the cutest boy that isn’t dead, aka Nick? --- D1

A1, very quietly, “Dylan...”

Me, “Dylan. Dylan!”

D1, “Yeah, Dylan.”

People who are genuinely nice are attractive

Sorry, Emma, but you’re no longer pretty

You’re too mean

Should’ve gotten Emma killed but oh well

Also, Dylan’s 10/10, 5/5, 1/1, 5 star rating --- A1 and Me

Chapter 7

I took the notes late on this one so I remember nothing and I don’t feel like watching the video back (because we recorded every playthrough... well I recorded every playthrough, they just watched and helped me make choices)

Something to do with flashbacks

Started to get attached to Travis here and understand him a little better now

Also, finally acknowledged werewolves

Someone finally said it

D1 said we should be compliant because A) Less likely to get hurt like that and B) Laura’s a girl and doesn’t look like she could fight back well (I personally beg to differ, but oh well)

Why is Ryan defending Chris so much -- A1 and D1 (they just don’t understand)

Chapter 8

Also barely remember anything, but definitely something about wanting Emma dead

D1 and A1 agreed with the notion that Ryan and Laura were acting like siblings

Freed Jacob! Didn’t kill Nick in the cage

Dylan getting “maced” was hilarious

He’s so dramatic

Like he was screaming and panicking until someone told him it was only air freshener (which, to be fair, probably would sting cuz of the chemicals, but definitely not as bad as mace)

And then he just goes “oh”

Possibly their favorite scene in the game

Between Sessions 3

I literally forgot to take quick notes so I have no idea. I think it was mostly D1 teasing me and joking that we’re gonna get Dylan killed in the scrapyard

Still want Emma dead

Chapter 9

Scrapyard scene!

Hehe, it would be funny if we got Dylan killed -- D1

Anyone but Dylan, D1, anyone but Dylan

Killed the majority of the Hackett's sorry Travis

“This poor man, we just keep killing his family members”

Maybe we can save Caleb though

They’re confused by the lore but that’s only because they’re asking questions that get answered later

Dylan’s got one hand -- D1

Yeah, but he gets around pretty well --- Me

How would you know? --- D1 says suggestively

Did you see him operate the crane and possibly save Kaitlyn’s life??? That’s how I know!!!

Chapter 10

I kid you not I accidentally got Kaitlyn killed

Because apparently you can hold your breath for too long, and I don’t just mean holding it until the character’s out of breath, I mean the red indicating danger can come back

Caleb killed her in the lodge while they were hiding

But we still had 3 rewinds so I instantly used it on her

Most stressed I’ve ever been because I actually did things I’ve never done/seen before in this game at the beckoning of D1 and A1

They had me hide, and then we didn’t investigate and get the silver shell.

But they had me walking around forever so we found the toy in Abi’s backpack and were able to lock Caleb in the freezer

Our mindset after locking him in the freezer alone? “Yay! We saved Caleb and managed to keep at least one member of Travis’s family alive! Since, you know, we killed everyone else.”

We were actually so happy I kid you not

We saved Caleb

And then the outro thing happened

And the words “Caleb Hackett: DECEASED” graced the screen and a piece of us died with him

The devastation was real, not to mention the disbelief

We really thought we saved him

Like, killing Kaitlyn on accident was bad

But thinking we saved Caleb only to find out we hadn’t??? Whole other level of devastation

But we searched up how to save him and keep Kaitlyn and Dylan alive, so that may be in our future

Found all the evidence! So the charges got dropped (which, as annoying as the podcast ending may be, it wouldn’t have been possible without Grace and Anton, so everyone say thank you)

A1′s best boy is Ryan, and I can’t entirely disagree with that, but Dylan is personally my favorite so

D1′s best boy was either Nick or Dylan

But we all agree that Kaitlyn is best girl

And that we need to kill Emma and save Caleb (definitely in our future, I posted this late so we’ve already started on that mission)

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kryptoseyvyian · 2 years

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when you switch over to Dishonored 2 right after Dishonored 1 here are some things you appreciate:

non lethal take downs from above and well as in mid combat, I was missing this hard during my low chaos d1 run. (apparently you can yeet items at people to knock them out too, I’ve probably accidentally done it but didn’t know it was a thing)

npcs physically open doors instead of willing them open. You’d think this was my first time playing with how I reacted to a guard opening a door.

fluidity of your characters movements. D1 Corvo, I love you but your D2 counterpart moves like a warm knife through butter in comparison.

environment, granted d1 environment isn’t bad, its absolutely perfect for the setting, but everything is dead and empty because plague. Entering Karnaca for the first time it blows you away to see a city in such life after being in plague dunwall. There will be people in the little balconues you blink up to to tell you to get out of their damn house.

#dishonored #dishonored 2

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y2kuromi · 5 months

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✶ : ❛ 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗨𝗦 : seishiro nagi x reader ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

˖ ִֶָ𐀔 — contents ⋮ birthday fic for moi <3 fluff, fluff, fluff, fem! reader, established relationship, nagi is literally whipped. reo being a d1 hater. pet names . second person (you/your/yours) and third person pov. w/c : 2.4k

if you told nagi he'd be sitting cross-legged in his kitchen picking thorns off pink roses and counting them under his breath while his best friend reo talked him through this (or at least attempted to), he would've laughed in your face. even more so if you'd told him his cheeks were flushed a shade darker than the soft petals he clutched and his heart hammered loudly in his chest. but here he was doing just that hours to your birthday

"what do you think?" nagi asked reo, bringing the bouquet into view. he was quite proud of the floral arrangement of roses, chrysanthemum, lotus and hydrangea flowers. "’s it too much?"

"it's pretty lame, why don't you just cover (y/n)'s apartment in rose petals instead" reo suggested, he was only kidding

"you just want to see me suffer" nagi grumbled. when he'd facetimed him for moral support, he hadn't expected him to crack jokes at his expense, "cleaning that up would be such a hassle"

"i'm surprised you made the bouquet yourself," reo said thoughtfully, "wouldn't ordering one be more your speed?"

"nahh" the grey-eyed boy shook his head, "(y/n) likes these specific flowers for some reason, florist didn't have any arrangements like this"

"so you just bought four bouquets....? you do know custom orders exist right?" there's a small smirk on reo's lips as he teased. nagi shot him a withering glare as he firmly tied the stems together with twine

"wouldn't be as special that way" nagi muttered. he was blushing again, despite being in the comfort of his own home, he could feel the blush still warming his neck and ears

"you really love her, huh?" reo questioned gently his eyes softening when he saw nagi shyly smile at him

"yeah..." nagi breathed out quietly, smiling softly down at the flower arrangement, "should i bake a cake?"

"what??"

"'ve got this heart-shaped pan, and i bought cake mix and some other stuff after training today. i think i could pull it off”

“are you sure about that?” reo queried, “i’m not gonna help you”

“that’s fine, not like you can bake anyways,” nagi scoffed, setting the flowers down on the counter. “it shouldn’t be that hard right?”

“depends on the flavour” reo affirmed

“what should i do for icing, buttercream?” nagi asked, picking up a bag of sugar and a tub of butter. “’s the easiest”

“buttercream then”

“i wasn’t really asking you, but sure”

“dumbass”

“(y/n)’s dumbass” he grinned, his voice softening at the mention of your name “god i hope she likes this. i feel like i could’ve done more”

“you made her a bouquet, you made her a gift basket and now you’re baking her a cake. you didn’t even get me anything for my birthday” reo said pointedly

“you’re not my girlfriend reo, and you can buy stuff for yourself”

“you’re a terrible friend”

“i’m a good boyfriend though” nagi said softly, “the best in the world”

reo couldn’t argue with that. nagi only put effort in the things he deemed important. you stood at the top of that list, above soccer, gaming and sleeping. he wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

to his credit, he tried his best. he went grocery shopping whenever you asked him to pick up groceries. he made sure you ate enough, and he always made time for you. even if he wanted to spend his entire day playing video games, he still made sure he was by your side.

he would do anything for you. hell, if you asked him to do a handstand and sing baby shark backwards, as stupid as it sounded, he would do it just to see your heartbreakingly beautiful smile

“‘m gonna make (y/n) breakfast in bed” he murmured, he could already see the smile stretching across your face “french toast or pancakes, dunno yet”

“you? cook?” reo laughed, “you’re gonna poison her”

“shut up” nagi scowled, his nose scrunching up in mock annoyance, “i know how to cook, ‘s just a hassle but if it’s for (y/n) i don’t mind” he said as he mixed the dry ingredients until the salt, sugar and cake mix were evenly combined. he cracked two large eggs into the bowl and poured in milk, oil and vanilla extract. the cake mix reminded him oddly of you. sweet and sugary

“you’re whipped” reo said. “you’re too far gone,look at your face all mushy like that you’re making me sick”

“‘s called being in love, not that you can relate” nagi retorted. he gently scooped the batter in the baking pan with a spatula while reo stared at him agape. “‘s obvious” he shrugged, slipping the pan into the pre-heated oven.he ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the counter with a content look on his face

nagi was still learning what love really was. to him, it looked a lot like you.

loving you felt like breathing, like waking up in the morning after a good night’s sleep. he loved your smiles, your laugh, the sparkle you got in your eyes when you were around him. he loved everything about you. he’d probably never love anyone the way he loved you. and he was okay with that, he wouldn’t trade you for the world

“simp” reo said “ i’m surprised she puts up with your lazy ass”

“you call this moral support?” nagi muttered, “should’ve called someone else”

“who else would sit on facetime with you while you did all this?” reo asked, “i’ll wait”

nagi was deep in thought for a moment but he remained silent. he knew you would, but that would inherently ruin the surprise

"so, nobody, huh? thought as much," reo remarked, rolling his eyes, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. it was a breath of fresh air to not be the one pushing nagi to do something for once

*ding* nagi’s eyes lit up as the timer chimed. the kitchen was filled with the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake. he slipped on an oven mitt before he took the pan out of the oven and placed it on the island. his cheeks were flushed as he glanced over his shoulder to shoot him a triumphant look

“cake’s done” he was slightly giddy with anticipation, once he was done icing it he could finally drive to your apartment and see you. he knew you were already sleeping, he’d called you an hour ago and your voice had been laced with the precipice of sleep. he didn’t really care, he selfishly wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. even if it meant waking you up at midnight

true to his word nagi slipped into your apartment as soon as the clock struck midnight. to his credit he was as quiet as possible. setting your presents down on the counter before sneaking into your room

the bed dips and suddenly there’s a warm body behind you. nagi wraps an arm around your waist, pressing himself closer to you. you let out a small noise as he pulls you in for a long kiss, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“sei…” you yawn, squinting at him with your sleepy (e/c) eyes. you’re unbelievably pretty he thinks. even with furrowed eyebrows and a worn-out look on your face. your lashes fan across your face and he can feel his heart melting

“happy birthday baby” he murmurs, placing the sweetest of kisses on your forehead.

“thank you” you hummed, resting your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from the blankets. “thought you weren’t coming till later…”

“couldn’t stay away” he admitted with a sigh, wrapping an arm around your waist, “‘m sorry i woke you”

“it’s okay” you smiled,you brush a few locks of his hair away from his forehead, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. you pulled back slightly content with blissfully reveling in his presence before you sat up properly, pulling back the covers and climbing out of your bed, “c’mon i want my presents now”

“what makes you think i got you anything?” he mutters. eager to stay cuddled up in bed. his hopes were dashed as you dragged him towards you

you wonder how someone could be as cute as he was, despite his hair being messed up more than ever and his eyelids heavy with sleep. you bring your free hand up to his cheek and smile. his hand comes up to hold yours as he nuzzles into your palm, soft grey eyes affectionate and loving, the everpresent pout no longer visible on his face.

“because you love me” you reply, smiling when he grins lazily at you, a little bit dazed

"i do love you," he mumbles, leaning up and slowly kissing the corner of your lips. “wait here” he tells you softly as he stands up, giving you another quick kiss. you watch him leave the room with a fond expression on your face.

your 6’3 boyfriend returns less than two minutes later, cradling a (f/c) box filled to the brim with your favourite snacks, manga and a fluffy miffy plush. as well as the prettiest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen.

you practically tackle him, hugging him tightly as he laughs. you pull back to admire the flowers in his hands and you gasp, reaching out to take one of them.

“are those lotuses?” you ask, staring at them lovingly. they almost glow under the light in your bedroom

“yeah,” he nods, “you said you liked them”

you loved lotuses, although nagi didn’t understand why. the soft pink lotus flowers and their dreamy forgetfulness and symbolic unwillingness to leave reminded you distinctly of him

“they’re beautiful, thank you so much” you beam. you took the bouquet from him, eyes widening when you realized they weren’t store bought. tears pricked your (e/c) irises and you sniffle as you tried your best not to lose it.

“ hey!” he says, noticing the tearful expression on your face. he cups your face gently “don’t start bawling on me yet”

“you made this yourself?” you whisper, staring in awe at the bouquet, “for me?”

“do i have another girlfriend or something?” he says, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. you glare at him before laughing

“shut up, i love you” you say. you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a tight hug. or at least you try to, the box slightly gets in the way.

“i love you too” nagi smiles, and it’s one of those smiles he reserves for you, one that lights up his face and makes him shine brighter than any star, “now look at the rest, ‘m sorry i didn’t wrap anything”

“too much of a pain?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. he nodded in response, holding out the next gift. a sleek photo album. the first page is filled with a plethora of pictures. there were candid shots of you, pictures you didn’t even know existed. the one that stuck out to you the most was a picture of you at the arcade on your first date.

“you can fill up the rest yourself” nagi yawned, trailing towards your bed and placing the box carefully down on it. you placed the pink and purple bouquet on your dressing table before joining him

“thank you sei” you said, you honestly couldn’t say it enough. when nagi had asked you out a few months ago you’d never imagined he could possibly make you feel this special. hell, you didn’t even care about your birthday that much. you almost hated him now, he’d ruined your expectations for life by making you feel like this..

nagi’s grey eyes drooped as he leaned against your pillow, “s’nothing, there’s one more thing you’ve gotta see tonight” he lazily pointed at a white box tucked neatly beside the cinnamoroll plush with a striking resemblance to nagi

you opened the box gingerly, the sweet scent of buttercream filled your senses. “a cake?” you exclaimed, “sei, you baked?? you baked me a cake??”

“i baked” nagi shrugged, “’s just a small one, and ‘s not from scratch”

you dipped your finger into the buttercream and licked the sweet (f/c) frosting off, “this is really good,” you tell him

“‘m just good at everything” he murmurs, grinning when you gave him an exasperated glance “‘m glad you like it”

“of course i do” you frowned slightly, “sit up for just a second, you gotta sing while i blow out my candles”

“‘m not singing”

“pleaseeeeee” you pleaded, “it doesn’t even have to be the full song, you owe me sei, since you woke me up”

“fine” he sighed, sitting up reluctantly. he watched patiently as you placed the candles in the centre of the cake and pressed the flame to the wax. once the candles were lit, you reached over and grabbed his hand.

he thought you looked really beautiful like this, with the candlelight casting your features in warm glow and your hair fanned out over your shoulders. you seemed ethereal. he stared at you and smiled softly, watching as the flickering light danced on your face, casting shadows onto your (e/c) eyes

“i don’t hear you singing” you said, giggling when his cheeks flushed a startling shade of pink.

“shut up” he huffed, looking away, but you only grinned wider as he sang for you. you didn’t know why he didn’t want to in the first place, he sounded like an angel. after the song was finished, you blew out your candles gently

you wished for a plethora of things all of which you knew nagi would stop at nothing to give you. you felt like he’d given you the entire world already. so you wished you could give him endless happiness. you wished you could spend day after day falling further in love with him, and you wished you could give him the entire universe

after the cake had been kept safely in the fridge and your breathtaking flowers arranged in a vase, you placed a lone lotus flower on your bedside table, nimbly slipping under the sheets beside your sweet boyfriend

“what did you wish for?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he kissed the top of your head

“my wish won’t come true if i tell you” you hummed.

“‘s not fair” he pouted, “i told you what i wished for on my birthday”

“if i kiss you will you shut up and go to sleep ?” you asked. nagi nodded meekly. you didn’t need to ask him twice. he’d do anything for you

#ִֶָ 𓂃˖ mimi writes?!#⋆ 𝓫. llk ﹕#𓂃˖ letters from: nagi #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #bllk x you #I HATE THIS #but i love it sm too ughh #he’s js so!?!?#my man my man my man!

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userjungkook97 · 1 year

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every month of 2022

i managed to forget this in my drafts because the beginning of the year was so busy for me but here it goes ✨

i was tagged by @eggjinnie and @userhobi, thank you for that my loves, and specially for always putting such good content in my dash <3

link your favorite and/or most popular post(s) from each month of the last year:

january: most popular: bts x chakho making film favorite: 7 fates of chakho animation - i had never giffed anymation before and it was so fun to do that

february: most popular: bts x naver webtoon making film favorite: bts 101 religion aka jungkook as jesus - this was really one of the first posts i saw when i joined bts fandom and this was so fun to do and makes me laugh until this day. i had to learn a lot about transitions but it was a nice experience.

march: most popular: jimin's outfit from ptd seoul d1 favorite: jungkook's outfit from ptd seoul d1

april: most popular: jikook head bump and giggles during ptd vegas popular: maknae line polaroid during lgo

may: most popular/favorite (since i only made one hehe): jikook comp for me meeting rafa that week

june: most popular: maknae line x dfesta favorite: 9 years with bts - cried a lot doing this while listening to for youth and yet to come on loop bonus: monochromatic butter performances - i had a lot of fun doing those because i just kept going back to watching the videos alksdjak

july: most popular/favorite: jikook in the memories 2021 preview - this was when i started changing the sharpening and colouring to my current style, so i experimented more with this one hehe

august: most popular: namkook comp for jk's bday countdown favorite: jungkook in the soop 2 - he's so important to me, how could this not be my favorite? its2 was just coming out when i started stanning bts so there's a soft spot in my heart for it

september: most popular: jimin in 2020 favorite: jimin in the soop 2 - i mean, obvious reasons

october: most popular (and one of the favorites): jimin's comforting words - i did this during one day i was needing it so much, and i always turn to this when i'm sad hehe favorite: jimin in gcf bonus: jimin with puppies and kitties

november: i took a break from giffing during this month after 2 consecutives bday countdowns

december: most popular/favorite: joshua bday post - i only made this one, but it was super fun to start giffing for another fandom

lets hope for more edits in 2023 (so far failing because uni won't let me have fun!!!!)

#tag games #i guess??#mentioned #anyways this was supeeeeeeeer late

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edaross · 1 year

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The ChatGPT tale of the Frog and the rabbit

Just playing some more with ChatGPT.

A frog is travelling from Portsmouth to London at 20 mph. A rabbit is going from London to Portsmouth at 40 miles per hour. They both go as the crow flies. Where will they meet

The distance from Portsmouth to London is approximately 120 miles. If the frog travels from Portsmouth to London at 20 mph, it will take 6 hours to reach London. If the rabbit travels from London to Portsmouth at 40 mph, it will take 3 hours to reach Portsmouth.

Since both the frog and the rabbit are travelling at the same speed and the distance between the two cities is the same, they will meet exactly halfway between the two cities, which is approximately 60 miles from either city.

Where's that It is not clear where the meeting point is located as the exact location depends on the route the frog and rabbit take. If they are travelling as the crow flies, the meeting point will be approximately 60 miles from both Portsmouth and London.

Where might it be The exact location of the meeting point between the frog and the rabbit depends on the route they take. However, if they are travelling as the crow flies, the meeting point will be approximately 60 miles from both Portsmouth and London. This could be in the countryside, near a small town or village, or even in the middle of a forest or other natural area.

They get there and have a picnic. What might be a suitable set of food for them For a picnic, the frog and rabbit could enjoy a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables such as berries, carrots, lettuce, and apples. They could also have some sandwiches or wraps filled with protein-rich foods such as peanut butter, hummus, or boiled eggs. They could also bring some water or fruit juice to drink, and some snacks such as nuts or seeds. For dessert, they could have some fruit salad or a small piece of cake or biscuit.

They write haskell to plan a workout to work off the calories consumed. Show the code Here is a sample Haskell code to plan a workout to burn off the calories consumed at the picnic:

import Data.List

-- Define the number of calories consumed at the picnic caloriesConsumed :: Int caloriesConsumed = 500

-- Define the types of workouts and their calorie-burning rates data Workout = Walk | Run | Swim | Bike deriving (Show, Eq) calorieBurnRate :: Workout -> Int calorieBurnRate Walk = 150 calorieBurnRate Run = 300 calorieBurnRate Swim = 400 calorieBurnRate Bike = 200

-- Define a function to calculate the duration of each workout workoutDuration :: Workout -> Int -> Int workoutDuration workout calories = calories div calorieBurnRate workout

-- Define a function to find the optimal workout plan optimalWorkoutPlan :: Int -> [(Workout, Int)] optimalWorkoutPlan calories = let workouts = [Walk, Run, Swim, Bike] durations = map (\w -> workoutDuration w calories) workouts pairs = zip workouts durations sortedPairs = sortBy ((_, d1) (_, d2) -> compare d1 d2) pairs in sortedPairs

-- Calculate and print the optimal workout plan main :: IO () main = do let plan = optimalWorkoutPlan caloriesConsumed putStrLn "Optimal workout plan: " mapM_ ((w, d) -> putStrLn $ show w ++ " for " ++ show d ++ " minutes") plan This code calculates the optimal workout plan to burn off the calories consumed at the picnic. It defines the types of workouts and their calorie-burning rates, and calculates the duration of each workout based on the number of calories consumed. The function then finds the optimal workout plan by sorting the workouts by their duration and returns the sorted list of workout and duration pairs. The code also includes a main function that calculates and prints the optimal workout plan.

Use it or your own judgment to plan the best workout According to the Haskell code above, the optimal workout plan to burn off the calories consumed at the picnic is as follows:

Swim for 1.25 minutes Run for 1.67 minutes Bike for 2.5 minutes Walk for 3.33 minutes This plan uses the workouts that burn the most calories in the shortest amount of time to efficiently burn off the calories consumed at the picnic. The frog and rabbit can start with the swim workout, which burns the most calories, and then move on to the run, bike, and walk workouts in order of decreasing calorie-burning rate.

How will they use a bike The frog and rabbit can use a bike as part of their workout to burn off the calories consumed at the picnic. They can either use their own bikes or borrow or rent a bike from a nearby shop. To use the bike for their workout, they can ride it for a certain duration or distance, depending on their fitness levels and the intensity of the workout. For example, they can ride the bike at a moderate pace for 2.5 minutes or cover a certain distance within that time. This will help them burn calories and improve their cardiovascular fitness.

Describe the process of a frog using a bike Here is a possible process for a frog using a bike:

The frog finds a suitable bike that fits its size and comfort level. It can either use its own bike or borrow or rent one from a nearby shop.

The frog adjusts the seat, handlebars, and pedals of the bike to ensure a comfortable and secure riding position.

The frog puts on a helmet and other protective gear, such as knee and elbow pads, to prevent injuries in case of a fall or accident.

The frog mounts the bike and starts pedaling at a moderate pace. It maintains a straight posture and keeps its hands on the handlebars for stability and control.

The frog rides the bike for the required duration or distance, taking breaks as needed to catch its breath and rest its legs. It pays attention to the traffic and other road users to avoid collisions and accidents.

When the frog reaches the end of its workout, it dismounts the bike carefully and parks it in a safe place. It stretches and cools down to prevent muscle soreness and fatigue.

The frog repeats the workout as needed to reach its fitness goals and burn off the calories consumed at the picnic.

You see this and make a note of what it looked like. You can use SVG to draw an image of it - do so Here is a simple SVG image of a frog using a bike:

(Jumping in here to provide the output:

which is, errr, ok?)

This image shows a frog with a circular body and two long legs riding a bike with two wheels and a frame. The frog's body is green, and its legs and the bike are brown. The bike has a black tire and a pedal on each side. The frog is sitting on the saddle of the bike and holding the handlebars with its legs. The image is simple and illustrates the basic elements of a frog using a bike.

It seems that might be an overhead view - do from the side Here is a SVG image of a frog using a bike from the side:

(again, the output:

They've moved the bottom section a bit at least?)

This image shows a frog with a circular body and two long legs riding a bike with two wheels and a frame from the side. The frog's body is green, and its legs and the bike are brown. The bike has a black tire and a pedal on each side. The frog is sitting on the saddle of the bike and holding the handlebars with its legs. The image is simple and shows the frog using the bike from a different perspective.

Write a description for a religion that emerges based on the story of these animals taking these trips In the religion that emerges based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London, the two animals are revered as powerful deities who possess the ability to travel long distances at great speeds. They are believed to be able to traverse the land, air, and water with ease, and their movements are seen as signs and omens of good or bad fortune.

The followers of this religion believe that the frog and rabbit are the embodiment of determination and perseverance, and they seek to emulate their qualities in their daily lives. They also believe that the two animals are the guardians of the natural world, and they strive to protect and preserve the environment in their honour.

The religious rituals and practices of this religion revolve around the travels of the frog and rabbit, and they often involve reenactments of their journeys or symbolic representations of their movements. The followers of this religion also pay homage to the two animals through offerings of fruits, vegetables, and other natural gifts, and they pray to them for guidance and protection.

Overall, the religion that emerges based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London is a nature-based religion that venerates the two animals as powerful deities and encourages its followers to live in harmony with the natural world.

Provide possible names for the religion and its followers Some possible names for the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London are:

The Order of the Frog and Rabbit: This name emphasizes the importance of the two animals in the religion and their role as revered deities.

The Travelers' Faith: This name highlights the journey of the frog and rabbit from Portsmouth to London, and the importance of movement and travel in the religion.

The Nature's Keepers: This name reflects the belief in the guardianship of the natural world by the frog and rabbit, and the followers' commitment to environmental protection.

Some possible names for the followers of this religion are:

The Frog and Rabbit's Pilgrims: This name emphasizes the followers' devotion to the two animals and their willingness to undertake journeys in their honour.

The Travelers' Devotees: This name highlights the followers' commitment to the values of movement and travel, and their admiration for the frog and rabbit's ability to traverse great distances.

The Nature's Guardians: This name reflects the followers' belief in the importance of protecting and preserving the natural world, and their aspiration to be like the frog and rabbit in their guardianship of the environment.

Setting: a meeting of the leaders The leaders of the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London are gathered in a large hall, surrounded by their followers. They are seated at a long wooden table, adorned with flowers and candles, and they are discussing the future of the religion and its teachings.

One of the leaders, an elderly frog with a wise and gentle expression, stands up and addresses the assembly. "My fellow pilgrims," he says, "our religion has grown and flourished in recent years, and we are now many in number and strength. But we must not forget the humble beginnings of our faith, and the powerful lessons of the frog and rabbit's journey from Portsmouth to London."

Another leader, a young and energetic rabbit, nods in agreement. "Yes," she says, "our religion is based on the values of determination, perseverance, and respect for the natural world. We must continue to uphold these values and pass them on to future generations."

The leaders then proceed to discuss the various challenges and opportunities facing the religion, and they make plans and decisions on how to address them. They also listen to the concerns and suggestions of their followers, and they seek to incorporate their input into their plans and actions.

Overall, the meeting of the leaders is a solemn and meaningful occasion, where the leaders of the religion gather to discuss and guide the future of their faith and its followers.

Create a logo for the religion on svg Here is a simple SVG logo for the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London:

(The output:

You can see where they got the idea from!)

This logo features a circular green frog with a brown bike in the center. The frog and the bike are placed inside a circle, with the name of the religion written in black text below. The logo is simple and straightforward, and it effectively captures the essence of the religion and its focus on the frog and rabbit's journey.

Write possible names for the SSID on their WiFi, which are puns related to the Internet and the religion Some possible names for the SSID of the WiFi network of the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London are:

HoppyNet: This name is a play on the word "happy" and the frog's habit of hopping, and it captures the joy and energy of the religion and its followers.

BunnyBytes: This name is a play on the word "bytes" and the rabbit's speed and agility, and it reflects the religion's emphasis on movement and travel.

PilgrimageNet: This name is a play on the word "pilgrimage" and the religious journeys undertaken by the followers of the religion, and it reflects the spiritual significance of their travels.

NatureNet: This name is a play on the word "nature" and the religion's focus on environmental protection and preservation, and it highlights the followers' commitment to the natural world.

JourneyNet: This name is a play on the word "journey" and the frog and rabbit's travels from Portsmouth to London, and it reflects the religious significance of their movements.

Overall, the names for the SSID of the WiFi network of the religion are creative and playful, and they capture the essence of the religion and its teachings.

They discuss their theology - some think one of the animals is more powerful than the other and others think that one is more powerful than the first. Write the dialogue, giving actual names for each leader, and stage directions The leaders of the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London are gathered in a large hall, surrounded by their followers. They are seated at a long wooden table, adorned with flowers and candles, and they are discussing their theology and the relative power of the two animals.

Elder Frog: My fellow pilgrims, I have heard some among us say that one of the animals is more powerful than the other. But I say that both the frog and the rabbit are equally powerful and worthy of our reverence.

Young Rabbit: I agree with Elder Frog. Both the frog and the rabbit are powerful deities who possess great strength and wisdom. We should not elevate one over the other, but rather honor them both equally.

Elder Frog: Yes, and we should remember that the frog and the rabbit are not just individual beings, but also parts of a greater whole. They are like two sides of the same coin, each with their own unique qualities and abilities.

Young Rabbit: I understand your point, Elder Frog, but some of our followers believe that the rabbit is the more powerful of the two animals, due to its speed and agility.

Elder Frog: That may be true, but the frog also has its own strengths, such as its ability to adapt to different environments and its skill in hunting and catching prey. We should not compare the two animals, but rather celebrate their diversity and completeness.

Young Rabbit: I see your point, Elder Frog, and I agree that we should not compare the frog and the rabbit. But we must also listen to the concerns and beliefs of our followers, and seek to address them in our teachings and practices.

Elder Frog: That is true, Young Rabbit. We must always be open to the views and perspectives of our followers, and strive to foster a spirit of unity and harmony among them. Let us continue to honor and respect the frog and the rabbit, and let us work together to guide and nurture our faith.

Some followers cannot compromise and form a sect that say the frog was more powerful and other a sect that say the rabbit was more powerful. Give names for each sect and names for their followers The followers of the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London who believe that the frog is more powerful form a sect called the Frog's Devotees. The members of this sect revere the frog as the supreme deity, and they focus their religious practices and teachings on its power and greatness. The followers of the Frog's Devotees are called the Frogists.

The followers of the religion who believe that the rabbit is more powerful form a sect called the Rabbit's Followers. The members of this sect venerate the rabbit as the supreme deity, and they focus their religious practices and teachings on its speed and agility. The followers of the Rabbit's Followers are called the Rabbitites.

Overall, the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are two sects of the religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London, and they have different beliefs and practices regarding the relative power of the two animals. The Frogists and the Rabbitites are the followers of these two sects, and they hold different views on the superiority of the frog and the rabbit.

They meet one night. A follower from each sect steps forward. They compete in a rap battle. Display the possible lyrics and beatbox instructions

A follower from the Frog's Devotees and a follower from the Rabbit's Followers step forward and engage in a rap battle. The follower from the Frog's Devotees, a young and confident frog, begins the battle with the following lyrics:

"I am the one, the only, the supreme The powerful frog, the ruler of all streams I can hop and jump and swim and dive And no one can match my strength and drive"

The beatbox instructions for this verse are:

Beatbox a steady rhythm with the mouth, using a combination of kicks, snares, and hi-hats Add a bassline with the chest Use handclaps and finger snaps for accents and emphasis The follower from the Rabbit's Followers, a fierce and determined rabbit, responds with the following lyrics:

"You may think you're great, you may think you're grand But I am the rabbit, the fastest in the land I can run and hop and dash and skip And no one can catch me, no matter how hard they grip"

The beatbox instructions for this verse are:

Beatbox a fast and energetic rhythm with the mouth, using a combination of kicks, snares, and hi-hats Add a bassline with the chest Use handclaps and finger snaps for accents and emphasis, and add vocal effects for a more dynamic sound Overall, the rap battle between the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers is a lively and exciting event, where the two sides showcase their skills and pride in their respective deities. The lyrics and beatbox instructions provide a glimpse into the beliefs and personalities of the two sects and their followers.

They decide they can't agree. Write what would happen in a heated disagreement between them If a heated disagreement arises between the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers, it may result in a confrontation and even violence. The followers of the Frog's Devotees may argue that the frog is the supreme deity, and that its power and greatness should be acknowledged and celebrated. They may use persuasive language and emotional appeals to convince others of their views.

The followers of the Rabbit's Followers, on the other hand, may assert that the rabbit is the supreme deity, and that its speed and agility make it superior to the frog. They may use logical arguments and factual evidence to support their claims, and they may challenge the beliefs of the followers of the Frog's Devotees.

The disagreement may escalate into a heated argument, with both sides becoming more and more passionate and vocal. The followers of the Frog's Devotees may accuse the followers of the Rabbit's Followers of being misguided and foolish, and the followers of the Rabbit's Followers may accuse the followers of the Frog's Devotees of being blind and ignorant.

If the disagreement continues to escalate, it may result in physical violence, with the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers fighting and attacking each other. This may cause injury, damage, and even death, and it may lead to a deep and lasting rift within the religion.

Overall, a heated disagreement between the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers may result in a destructive and dangerous confrontation, and it may have serious consequences for the religion and its followers.

Describe the events in the penultimate paragraph in extreme detail The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are engaged in a heated disagreement, with both sides arguing passionately and loudly. The followers of the Frog's Devotees are standing on one side of the hall, with the young and confident frog who led the rap battle at their head. They are gesturing and shouting, trying to convince the others of the frog's superiority.

The followers of the Rabbit's Followers are standing on the other side of the hall, with the fierce and determined rabbit who led the rap battle at their head. They are also gesturing and shouting, trying to refute the arguments of the followers of the Frog's Devotees and to assert the rabbit's superiority.

The tension in the hall is palpable, and the atmosphere is charged with emotion and hostility. The followers of the Frog's Devotees are expressing their outrage and frustration at the followers of the Rabbit's Followers, and the followers of the Rabbit's Followers are expressing their anger and disbelief at the followers of the Frog's Devotees.

The leaders of the religion are trying to intervene and to calm the situation, but their efforts are in vain. The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are too caught up in their disagreement to listen, and they continue to argue and confront each other.

The disagreement reaches a boiling point, and the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers begin to push and shove each other. Some of them start throwing punches and kicks, and the fight quickly escalates into a full-blown brawl. The hall is filled with the sounds of shouts and curses, as well as the thuds and impacts of the blows being exchanged.

The leaders of the religion are horrified and distressed by the turn of events, and they try to intervene and stop

Continue the violence. Some of them use their bodies to shield the followers from each other, while others try to separate the combatants and break up the fight. But the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are too caught up in their anger and resentment, and they continue to fight and attack each other.

The situation becomes even more chaotic and dangerous, as some of the followers start using weapons and other objects as weapons. Some of the followers of the Frog's Devotees are brandishing sticks and stones, and they are striking and battering the followers of the Rabbit's Followers. Some of the followers of the Rabbit's Followers are using their sharp claws and teeth, and they are lashing out and biting the followers of the Frog's Devotees.

The leaders of the religion are desperately trying to restore order and to prevent further injury and damage, but their efforts are hampered by the intensity and ferocity of the fight. The hall is a scene of chaos and destruction, with broken furniture and debris litter the floor, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and fear.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are fighting each other with all their might, and their screams and cries fill the hall. Some of them are wounded and bleeding, and they are struggling to stay on their feet and to defend themselves. Others are enraged and determined, and they are pressing forward and attacking their opponents with renewed vigor.

The leaders of the religion are at their wit's end, and they are forced to call for backup and reinforcement. They send out urgent messages and signals, asking for help and support from other religious communities and authorities. They hope that the reinforcements will arrive soon, and that they will be able to restore order and peace to the hall and the followers.

Continue

The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers continue to fight and battle each other, with no sign of a resolution or compromise in sight. The violence and chaos in the hall are escalating, and the leaders of the religion are growing more and more concerned and worried.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees are using their superior numbers and strength to gain an advantage over the followers of the Rabbit's Followers. They are pushing and shoving them, and they are trying to overpower and overpower them. Some of them are using their powerful legs and feet to kick and stomp the followers of the Rabbit's Followers, and they are causing injuries and bruises.

The followers of the Rabbit's Followers are using their agility and speed to evade and dodge the attacks of the followers of the Frog's Devotees. They are darting and jumping around, and they are trying to avoid the blows and strikes of their opponents. Some of them are using their sharp claws and teeth to scratch and bite the followers of the Frog's Devotees, and they are causing wounds and blood.

The leaders of the religion are struggling to maintain control and to stop the violence and destruction. They are trying to intervene and to mediate between the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers, but their efforts are in vain. The followers are too caught up in their disagreement and resentment, and they are ignoring the appeals and pleas of the leaders.

Continue reinforcements will arrive soon, and that they will be able to restore order and peace to the hall and the followers. But until then, the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers continue to fight and battle each other, with no end in sight.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees are using their superior numbers and strength to gain an upper hand over the followers of the Rabbit's Followers. They are pushing and shoving them, and they are trying to overpower and overpower them. Some of them are using their powerful legs and feet to kick and stomp the followers of the Rabbit's Followers, and they are causing injuries and bruises.

The leaders of the religion are desperately trying to restore order and to stop the violence and destruction. They are using all their authority and influence to persuade and cajole the followers, but their efforts are in vain. The followers are too caught up in their disagreement and resentment, and they are ignoring the appeals and pleas of the leaders.

The situation in the hall is becoming more and more dangerous and untenable, and the leaders of the religion are starting to fear for the safety and well-being of the followers. They are hoping and praying that the reinforcements will arrive soon, and that they will be able to restore order and peace to the hall and the followers. But until then, the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers continue to fight and battle each other, with no end in sight.

Continue Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the reinforcements arrive at the hall. They are a group of religious leaders and authorities from other communities, and they are armed with mediation and negotiation skills, as well as weapons and armor. They enter the hall, and they are greeted by the chaotic and violent scene before them.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are still fighting and battling each other, with no sign of stopping or slowing down. The hall is a mess, with broken furniture and debris litter the floor, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and fear. The leaders of the religion are exhausted and distressed, and they are struggling to maintain control and to stop the violence and destruction.

The reinforcements quickly assess the situation, and they formulate a plan of action. They deploy their weapons and armor, and they move to the front lines of the battle. They use their mediation and negotiation skills to calm and persuade the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers, and they try to convince them to stop fighting and to listen to reason.

The reinforcements also use their weapons and armor to defend and protect the followers from each other. They use their shields and swords to block and parry the blows and strikes of the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers, and they try to prevent them from causing further injury and damage.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are initially resistant and hostile to the intervention of the reinforcements, but they slowly begin to listen and to calm down. They start to realize the futility and foolishness of their fighting and arguing, and they start to

Continue appreciate the efforts and sacrifices of the reinforcements. They gradually stop fighting and attacking each other, and they start to listen and to consider the words of the reinforcements.

The reinforcements continue to mediate and negotiate with the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers, and they try to facilitate a peaceful and constructive dialogue between them. They use their knowledge and experience to guide and support the followers, and they try to help them understand and respect each other's beliefs and views.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers are slowly but surely coming to a better understanding and appreciation of each other. They start to see the value and beauty of the frog and the rabbit, and they start to recognize the strengths and weaknesses of each other's beliefs and practices. They start to develop a sense of empathy and compassion for each other, and they start to work together and to support each other.

The leaders of the religion are overjoyed and relieved by the successful intervention and resolution of the conflict. They are grateful and thankful to the reinforcements, and they are proud and happy to see the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers working together and in harmony. They celebrate and rejoice, and they look forward to a bright and peaceful future for the religion and its followers.

Which side was right It is not clear which side, the followers of the Frog's Devotees or the followers of the Rabbit's Followers, was right in their beliefs and practices. The religion based on the story of the frog and rabbit travelling from Portsmouth to London is a fictional and imaginative construct, and it does not have a clear and definitive answer to this question.

The followers of the Frog's Devotees believe that the frog is the supreme deity, and that its power and greatness should be acknowledged and celebrated. They argue that the frog's ability to hop, jump, swim, and dive make it superior to the rabbit, and they focus their religious practices and teachings on the frog.

The followers of the Rabbit's Followers, on the other hand, believe that the rabbit is the supreme deity, and that its speed and agility make it superior to the frog. They argue that the rabbit's ability to run, hop, dash, and skip make it superior to the frog, and they focus their religious practices and teachings on the rabbit.

Whether the followers of the Frog's Devotees or the followers of the Rabbit's Followers are right in their beliefs and practices is a matter of interpretation and personal belief. Some may argue that the frog is indeed the supreme deity, and that its power and greatness should be celebrated. Others may argue that the rabbit is the supreme deity, and that its speed and agility should be admired and admired.

Overall, the question of which side, the followers of the Frog's Devotees or the followers of the Rabbit's Followers, was right in their beliefs and practices is a subjective and open-ended one, and it depends on individual perspectives and opinions.

Give possible names for the Battle when it is referred to in the future The Great Battle of the Deities The Epic Conflict of the Frog and Rabbit The Deadly Struggle of the Devotees and Followers The Violent Clash of the Hop and Dash The Terrible Feud of the Swimmers and Runners The Brutal Showdown of the Jumpers and Hoppers The Fierce Struggle of the Creakers and Leapers The Intense Conflict of the Ribbiters and Thumpers The Vicious Fight of the Croakers and Bouncers The Traumatic Battle of the Frog and Rabbit.

A vision appears of the original animals. Write the dialogue they say to all the followers The frog and rabbit appear in a vision, and they speak to the followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers.

The frog says: "Greetings, followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers. We are the original animals who travelled from Portsmouth to London, and we are here to speak to you about the conflict and disagreement that has arisen between you.

We are saddened and disappointed to see that you have fought and battled each other, and that you have caused injury and damage to each other. We did not travel from Portsmouth to London to see you harm and destroy each other, but to learn and grow together.

We are not here to judge or to decide which side, the Frog's Devotees or the Rabbit's Followers, is right or wrong in their beliefs and practices. We are here to remind you that both the frog and the rabbit are beautiful and valuable creatures, and that both of them deserve respect and admiration.

We ask you to put aside your differences and your resentment, and to work together and to support each other. We ask you to focus on the common good and the greater good, and to seek peace and harmony within the religion and within yourselves.

We hope that you will listen to our words, and that you will take them to heart. We wish you well, and we hope that you will find happiness and fulfillment in your religious beliefs and practices. May the frog and the rabbit guide and inspire you, and may you always be blessed with peace and prosperity."

The rabbit says: "Thank you, fellow followers of the Frog's Devotees and the Rabbit's Followers. The frog and I are grateful for your attention and your respect, and we are pleased to see that you have listened to our words and taken them to heart.

We are glad that you have put aside your differences and your resentment, and that you have decided to work together and to support each other. We are happy that you have focused on the common good and the greater good, and that you have sought peace and harmony within the religion and within yourselves.

We hope that you will continue

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I tried to continue but the service had fallen over itself again by then.

#ChatGPT #rabbit #frog #religion #conflict #SVG #haskell

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jungkookverse · 3 years

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Jungkook + 6th Muster Sowoozoo → Butter d-1 (cr. dwellingsouls)

#btsedit #btsgif #dailybts #dailybangtan #networkbangtan #Jungkook #Jeongguk #my gif #sowoozoo #sowoozoo d1 #butter d1 #jk 210613 #jk plus #this coloring i do like more so i expect i'll get better with each gifset sjdhnsj #i was a bit rusty omg i stop giffing for a couple of weeks and this happens ;__;#anyway...look at this boy

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lightly-toastedd · 5 years

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Omg Kenny is F3 would be amazing

i just had to add a d1 butters because this is the cutest goddamn thing ive ever drawn

#south park #fanart #my art #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #sp bunny #f3 #d1 #lightly-toastedd

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minheeology · 3 years

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dkb ➳ random things they do as your boyfriend

requested ? : yes!

pairing : dkb x gn!reader

a/n: i just did little headcannons for each member! if you'd like me to go more in depth about a certain member, feel free to shoot me an ask (:

changmin (e-chan)

he would love squishing your cheeks when you sit beside him omg

esp when he kisses you !!!

he holds your face and sjkslmndj he just thinks you're so cute

he's probably always holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your shoulder when you're near too )):

dongil (d1)

he always lets you borrow his hoodies !!!

he literally loves seeing you in them,,

it makes his day seeing you in his clothes, but his weak spot is 1000% his hoodies whether he admits it or not

he thinks you look so cute <3

gwanghyun (gk)

please challenge him to a rap battle-

i know it sounds a little lame but hear me out-

he would freestyle about how much he loves you <3

pls it would be so cute and he would be so shy

heechan

this boy would try to teach you dkb choreos

he doesn't care if you can dance or not,,

HE WILL TEACH YOU THE ALL IN CHOREO!!!

expect him to record vids of you and gush about how cute you are even if you aren't doing the choreo right at all

sungmin (lune)

he would love just being with you

he really doesn't care what you're doing or where you are

just having you near makes him so happy <3

please never leave his side ):<

junseo

he would love little drawing dates or museum dates ):

he loves art, and he loves you, so why not both?

he would take more pictures of you in front of the art rather than the art itself

YOU are the art in his eyes

yuku

he would always want to be matching with you in some way

his fav would probably be bead bracelets you made together during a date omg ):

he likes matching phone cases too (yes, the cheesy ones with peanut butter and jelly on them or something)

it boosts his ego knowing you're matching with him wherever you are.

harry-june

playing pranks on his hyungs with him? YES!

he gets to spend time with you and prank his members with no consequences since they won't yell at him in front of you!

a win-win, especially if you were the one to come up with the prank

he thinks you are so! cool! when you're helping him cause chaos in the dorms.

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fullcravings · 4 years

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Reese’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake

#reeses #peanut butter #chocolate #cake #food #dessert #layer #baking #recipe #kids #birthday #peanut #baranbakery

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robbybirdy · 3 years

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Generation D- Chapter 107: Just Keep Baking #3 Sharloka Apple Cake

Sul Sul, gerbits. Today we are going to make our first international apple recipe. This recipe comes from Russia. We are going to be making a Sharlotka Apple cake. It is very similar to that of a spongy coffee cake.

The origins of this recipe are very intriguing. The recipe was created by Marie Anotine Careme. She created it in memory of the wife of Tsar Alexander I of Russia. Previously, this recipe was called Charlotte a la Parisienne. Later, it became known as Charlotte Russe.

This recipe was really simple and didn’t take that long to put together.

The first step is to preheat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

Line your 9x3 round pan or springform pan with parchment paper. Next, you are going to butter or spray the paper and the sides of the pan.

The recipe will be in the description down below.

You are going to need: 5 Large Apples, 3 Large eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and cinnamon sugar.

The recipe says to peel and core the apples. However, growing up in my house hold I was taught that you don’t need to peel apples. My mom believes that you are wasting so much apple, when you peel it. So when a recipe says to peel the apple, I usually look the other way. And not do it.

The apples go into the buttered cake pan.

Using a mixer or whisk, beat the eggs and sugar in a bowl until the sugar dissolves. This takes about 5 minutes.

Next, mix the vanilla throughout the mixture.

Gently stir in the flour with a spoon until the batter is smooth and thick.

Pour the batter over the apples in the cake pan, spreading it evenly over the apples. Gently shake the pan to allow the batter to go down to the apples.

You can bake the cake in the oven for 40-50 minutes. A toothpick inserted at 40 minutes will tell you if the cake is ready.

When the cake is ready, allow it to cool on a baking tray for about 10 minutes.

Run a knife along the sides of the cake pan.

Carefully flip upside down onto a baking tray. Peel the parchment paper off, revealing your cake's apple base.

Sprinkle generously with cinnamon sugar and place it on a cake stand or plate.

I liked this dish. It was very simple and probably a dish that I am going to make again in the future. I like the idea of seeing different apple recipes from around the world. And I am going to share with you some of the recipes that I have found. I hope that you enjoyed this, and once again the recipe, will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out. Vadish, Dag Dag!

Just Keep Baking Description

https://petersfoodadventures.com/2015/06/15/apple-sharlotka-cake-%D1%88%D0%B0%D1%80%D0%BB%D0%BE%D1%82%D0%BA%D0%B0/

#ts4 #Random Alphabet Legacy Challenge #Generation D #Simblr #Just Keep Baking #Dori's Journal #Recipe #Baking #Apple #Recipe in the description #Food

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oh-obrien · 4 years

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Brother’s Best Friend

Relationships: Dylan O’Brien x Original Female Character

Word Count: 7,214

Warnings: Underage Drinking, uhhh making out

Author’s Note: Hey y’all I’m very excited to post this one. Sorry it took longer than expected because mono is currently kicking my ass!

Emerson finished brushing her hair out after she had showered, grateful to have washed off the layer of sweat that had built up on her body after her afternoon run. She set her brush down before turning sideways so she could see herself better in the mirror. She sighed and pulled the legs of her Nike Pros down a little bit more before flattening out the waistband so it sat right under her bellybutton. She huffed before pulling on a long sleeve ‘Texas Softball’ shit and tucking the extra into her shorts.

Jake, Emerson’s older brother, had insisted that Dylan said it tonight would just be a casual get together, she should be fine. She looked over her outfit once more before pulling on her fuzzy socks and grabbing her phone before she flicked off the guest bathroom light. She picked her water bottle up off the dresser in the guest bathroom as she passed before making her way downstairs. She heard music coming from the speakers in the kitchen and knew that’s where she would find her brother and his best friend.

She rounded the corner into the large kitchen and saw Jake slipping something into the oven while Dylan dug in the fridge for something. She watched the muscles in his shoulders ripple as he reached up to the top shelf to grab a glass bottle of minced garlic. His hair still slightly damp from his own post-run shower. Oh fuck here we go, she thought to herself. “What can I help with?” Emerson asked leaning on the counter.

Dylan turned around and Emerson had to force herself to not look down at his abs before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, obviously thinking. “Umm, Jake is finishing the mac and cheese bites, he needs to bake them and I just need to finish the mini garlic knots, if you wanted to help with that.” He set the glass bottle down on the counter before grabbing the melted butter out of the microwave.

“Sounds good,” Emerson nodded, looking at the center counter that had already been filled with plates of finger foods. “You two didn’t want to just cater this?” She asked the two boys.

Jake stood up after slipping the mac and cheese bites into the oven. “We don’t usually cater this kind of thing, whoever is hosting usually cooks. Everyone brings drinks over and we just kind of vibe.” He shrugged.

“Sounds fun,” Emerson watched as Dylan mixed the garlic butter and handed her a brush that looked almost like a paint brush.

“Just brush the garlic butter over them while I pull some stuff out of the oven and we should be just about done after that,” he stretched his back out. Emerson tried to focus on the mini dough balls in front of her so she wouldn’t have to look at Dylan. “Jake said you were fine being around the alcohol, but I just wanted to make sure you didn’t care?” He asked her.

Emerson mentally rolled her eyes before nodding. Sometimes she forgot she was still four years younger than Jake and most of his friends, and she also forgot that she wasn’t of legal drinking age yet. “Yeah it’s fine with me, as long as you don’t care if I snag a couple drinks,” she tried to sound casual about it.

She didn’t want to be the ‘best friend's little sister’ anymore. She had turned eighteen, which was still four years younger than Jake and Dylan, but she wasn’t a little kid anymore. “Damn Jake,” Dylan looked to his roommate, “didn’t tell me she drank, and she’s not even twenty-one.” He fake gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, his mouth forming an ‘o’.

“And I bet I can hold my alcohol better than you can O’Brien,” Emerson rolled her eyes while she picked up the tray of mini garlic knots. “Can one of you idiots open the oven for me?” Dylan nodded and grabbed the oven handle, slowly pulling it open and stepping back so Emerson could slide the pan in.

After she slid the pan in she turned away from Dylan, who bent over to close the oven. She found him attractive, she wouldn’t be a creep who would stare at him and oogle him the six entire six weeks she would be staying with him and her brother in Los Angeles. Emerson had just graduated high school and had wanted to spend her summer before college, and her last summer when she wouldn’t be completely tied down by D1 athletics, somewhere other than her hometown.

Jake had offered for Emerson to fly out to California to stay with Dylan and himself for the six weeks before she needed to move into her dorm. Jake had moved to California four summers earlier to play college baseball at UCLA and upon graduating he signed with the Los Angeles Dodgers. With Dylan no longer living with his co-stars from Teen Wolf, and with Jake also needing to get more of a permanent place out in Los Angeles, the childhood friends decided that they could share a large Bachelor Pad in the city.

Emerson had grown up with the boys and knew their energy had often been unhinged and hard to control, so when she pulled up to the boy’s home and walked in to see it nearly spotless, except for a few pairs of shoes strewn about the entrance way, she had been shocked to say the least. She had also forgotten the crush she had on Dylan years ago, and with never having had a relationship, she would be pining after him again, much to her misfortune.

Dylan had greeted her in the living room with bed-head and a pair of gray sweats hung low on his hips. He had a five o’clock shadow and had clearly just woken up when he offered her a warm hug. He mumbled something about how much she had grown up since he’d last seen her before wandering into the kitchen to make his morning coffee. Emerson had also noticed how much more Dylan had grown up, he now had a six pack, accompanied by a dark happy trail and was now clearly able to actually grow facial hair, something he complained about not being able to do when he had been younger.

Sighing, Emerson pushed herself up on to the kitchen counter and watched as her brother took inventory of what alcohol they had in the fridge and cabinets. “Tyler said he would bring other stuff right?” Jake asked closing the bottom drawer of the fridge after pulling out two beers. “You still drink hard lemonade right?” He turned to Emerson.

“Yeah T-Pose is bringing a bunch of shit. Holland is bringing wine I think,” Dylan fake gagged. “Also hard lemonade?” He asked Emerson. She shrugged as her brother handed her a can, opening the pop tab on top and taking a sip before speaking.

“I’m a craft beer snob, as all my high school friends called it,” she set her can next to her on the counter. “We have the summer house out on the east end, Long Island is basically the craft beer capital.” Emerson had gotten used to drinking all the expensive craft beers her junior and senior year when her parents would let her and her friends use the east end house. Now she wasn’t able to drink any of the big brand names because they tasted absolutely disgusting in her opinion.

Dylan leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, defining the muscles in his arms more and his abs peeing out from underneath. “That summer house was always a blast man,” he looked over to Jake. “I miss that kind of shit.”

“I miss it too man, trust me,” Jake took a long sip of his drink. “We’re out here now though, it’s still pretty fun, it’s like high school again but this time we can buy the drinks ourselves.” Jake laughed, pulling the last of the food out of the oven and setting it on the counter.

“That part I can drink to,” Dylan tilted his beer towards Jake before taking a long sip of it. Emerson let herself watch as the golden liquid drained from the bottle and also noticed how Dylan’s adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. He pulled his phone out of the pockets of his sweats and set his bottle down, quickly replying to a message before slipping it into his pocket again. “I’m going to throw on real pants and a shirt, Tyler will be here in a few minutes so if there’s a knock it’s him.”

Emerson watched as Dylan walked out of the room, his feet dragging on the tiled floor while he rounded the corner to exit the kitchen and his footsteps being heard while he made his way up the stairs. “You’re back on this trend?” Jake asked when his little sister looked back over to him.

“I guess so,” she lifted up her glasses to run a hand over her face. “Fucking sucks,” she mumbled. Of course Emerson had tried to date in high school, she had been one of the top ranked softball players in the state, there had been a period of time where guys were basically tripping over their own feet to have a chance with her.

“That football player you went to prom with didn’t work out?” He asked his little sister, leaning on the counter opposite her. Emerson forgot she hadn’t really been able to update her older brother on her life much since she had seen him at his graduation nearly a month earlier. Sure, they texted and called each other from time to time, but Jake had been extremely busy now that he had officially signed into the major leagues.

Emerson took a sip of her hard lemonade to distract herself before drumming on the can with her fingers. “No,” she shrugged, “he got back with his ex that night actually.” She watched as Jake’s gaze softened. Emerson had really liked Alex, she had a crush on him since sophomore year, and when he had asked her to prom at her senior night game, it had been a dream come true. However, the night of prom Alex decided to go to the prom house his ex had been invited too instead of the house on the shore Emerson and her other friends had rented. Looking back Emerson now felt more than happy she didn’t remember a majority of that night, as awful as that sounds.

“Well,” Jake let out a long breath, “can’t believe I’m about to say this. Dylan’s a good guy, he’s single too,” Jake laughed at himself, not believing that he just told his little sister he felt perfectly fine with her being interested in his best friend and roommate. “He’s been looking around but nothing’s worked out. I can’t say I’d be unhappy if you two happened.” Giving her brother a confused glance Emerson didn’t respond for a couple minutes. Trying to think of an answer that would be okay to give her older brother.

She slid her glasses back on and pointed to Jake, “so you're telling me,” she pointed to herself, “that you would be perfectly okay with me getting with your childhood best friend and roommate? Sounds kind of convoluted if you want my opinion.” She paused when she heard a knock on the door. “But I’m not complaining!” She called after her brother.

“Not complaining about what?”Dylan asked, as he walked back into the kitchen. He had changed into a pair of dark jeans and a Mets t-shirt. Emerson quickly whipped her head around before trying to think of a witty response.

“About how bad you smell,” she shrugged before watching her brother walk into the kitchen, another guy around his and Dylan’s age trailing in behind him, both boys carrying a twelve pack of beer. “More shit beer? Jesus Jake, did you learn nothing living at home for the first eighteen years of your life?” She saw the other guy, Tyler, look at her with slight shock. “Sorry if that offended you, just want to offend my brother.”

Tyler set his case down on the counter, laughing. “She’s cool, she can stay,” he told Jake and Dylan. “I’m Tyler,” he held his hand out for Emerson to shake.

“Emerson,” she shook his hand from her place on the counter. After their short introduction, Tyler walked over to the fridge to grab a cold beer and helped put the other two cases away to chill. Emerson watched the three boys move around each other while they pulled out plates, shot glasses and kitchen utensils from different drawers and cabinets, clearly having done it before.

Dylan paused to steal a mozzarella stick off the plate on the counter, “did you know when the other hooligans are coming?” He asked around his mouthful of food.

“Uhh, the girls said in the group chat they were coming together around six and I’m sure Hoechlin will be here a little earlier,” Tyler replied. “Sprayberry and Cody will probably be a little late, like they usually are. You fill her in?” Tyler nodded to Emerson.

Dylan looked at Emerson who just shrugged before he nodded, “she knew my castmates were coming over.” He leaned on to the counter next to where Emerson sat and picked up her lemonade, taking a sip before she could grab it from him. “That’s actually not bad. When Jake picked them up the other day I had been kind of confused at first.”

Emerson pulled her sleeve down to wipe at the lip of the can before she took another drink. “Confused as to why he was getting hard lemonade or confused as to why he was getting me hard lemonade?” She asked with a slight quirk in her lips. “Because it is my go to if I’m being honest.”

Dylan grabbed the can out of her hand and took another sip, letting the alcoholic lemonade sit in his mouth a little longer this time, “I could actually really get behind this.” He held it up to his lips again and Emerson hit his shoulder trying to get him to give it back. “You’re not legal, it’s mine now,” he held it closer.

“Jake!” Emerson yelled her brother’s name, pulling him out of the conversation he had been in the middle of with Tyler. “Make him give it back!” Jake looked down to where Dylan had her drink in his hand and waved his little sister off.

Tyler laughed watching Emerson glare between her brother and Dylan, “they always like this?” He asked eyeing the two who were arguing over the can still. “Because you know what I’m about to say right?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Jake took a long sip of his beer. “They’ve always been like this with each other, and she’s into him which makes it even worse.” He watched as Emerson gave up and pushed herself off the counter, walking over to the counter island to grab a mac and cheese bite.

Tyler watched Dyaln’s eyes follow Emerson as she moved around the kitchen, refilling her water bottle instead of grabbing a drink. “I mean, I know him pretty well too man,” Tyler grabbed one of the mini garlic knots and dunked it into the bowl of marinara sauce. “He seems at least a little bit interested in her himself. Might just be the age thing he has to get over.”

Emerson had just finished filling up her water bottle when she heard another knock on the door, knowing more of Dylan and Tyler’s friends had arrived. “I got it!” Dylan set the empty hard lemonade can down on the counter while he went to answer the door.

“Wanna help move some if this?” Jake asked Emerson who watched as he and Tyler picked up plates of food. She nodded and grabbed two plates of the finger foods and followed the two boys outside on to the covered patio. “We’ll usually chill out here,” he added.

Trailing behind the pair as she walked back inside, she saw Dylan in the kitchen laughing with three other girls and felt her heart sink a little bit. His eyes crinkled at the corners while he spoke and the girls around him were also laughing as they set wine and desserts down on the counter. “Emmy!” Dylan called out to Emerson.

“I- fuck,” she sighed walking over ot him, “I hate that I let you call me that,” she glared at him before looking at the three girls. “Hi, I’m Emerson. He’s called me Emmy since I’ve been like twom don’t mind him,” she gave them a smile.

The redhead stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, “I’m Holland and this is Shelly and Arden. You’re Jake’s younger sister right?” She double checked. Emerson nodded as she hugged the other two.

“And you’ve known Dylan for how long?” Arden asked.

Emerson laughed in the back of her throat, “since before I was born. Him and my brother have been friends since they were three. Dylan actually came to the baby shower my mom had for me and him and my brother dropped the cake,” she smirked at Dylan who had started to turn red.

“Wait, I didn’t know that one,” Tyler interrupted as he also greeted the three girls. “Is that true?” He asked Dylan who just nodded in reaction, letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in when he heard another knock on the door.

He walked past Emerson and bumped into her shoulder when he passed, “brat,” he mumbled so only she could hear it.

“Asshole,” she replied at the same volume and snorted when she saw Dylan flip her off behind his back while he walked to the entryway. She suddenly realized how many people were staring to fill up the kitchen and swallowed the spit that had been sitting in her mouth for far too long. “I’m going to go outside for a few minutes,” she told Jake who asked if she felt okay by just raising his eyebrows. “You know how I get,” she grabbed her water bottle before slipping out into the backyard.

She felt lucky to be in the position she currently found herself in, but sometimes too many new people too fast got her overwhelmed. She’d always been that way though. She sat down on one of the patio chairs and watched the water in the pool ripple from the filter running, picking at her cuticles that were already torn up. A few minutes later the door opened and she felt someone sit on the chair next to her.

“You still get like this sometimes?” Dylan asked her, moving his chair a little closer to her now that she knew it had been him who came outside.

Emerson shrugged, “it happens, happened at all my college visits, happened at states, it’s normal.” She spoke the truth, her anxiety got to be a bit much sometimes and she knew when she needed to pull away for a few minutes.

“Yeah it happens,” Dylan pulled her right hand away from where she had been picking at the cuticles on her left, “doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t check on you.” Emerson went to speak but he cut her off, “and yes Jake told me you went out for a minute but I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Emerson bumped her shoulder into Dylan’s before she nodded, “all good now,” she stood up and nodded towards the house. “You have some more people to introduce me to.” Dylan smiled as he stood up, running a hand through his messy hair.

“The rest just got here,” he followed Emerson into the house and she felt her brother and Tyler’s eyes on them. So much for telling Jake she still had a crush on Dylan, he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut.

Another hard lemonade that Dylan had stolen half of later, Emerson found herself outside sitting in a circle next to the fire pit in between Dylan and Shelly, who she had quickly gravitated towards. Most of the food Dylan and Jake made had been eaten and only a few desserts were left on the large glass table, but what had been left out would probably be gone within a couple of hours anyway.

She had listened as Dylan and his castmates shared stories about set and filming and her brother seemed to fit right into the group. When asked about herself and her relationship with Dylan and her brother, Emerson had a few funny stories of her own to share that had Jake and Dylan groaning and red cheeked. “So,” Tyler Posey sat up a little straighter after the conversation had started to fade. “Anyone up for a little game, straight face, thumper?”

“Never have I ever?” Cody suggested and it had been met with a few hums and nods in agreement. “See I have good ideas sometimes,” Cody laughed, setting his beer down in front of himself. Emerson shifted uncomfortably once she knew they would be playing never have I ever. It’s the one drinking game she hated playing. If she knew it would be played at a party in high school she would often excuse herself for the game to go get fresh air or another drink.

Emerson stood up and Dylan gave her a confused look, setting his bottle of beer down. “I’m just going to grab my water bottle and some Motrin, still a little jet lagged.” She told him. “Everyone can start without me.” She addressed the whole group.

“You’re good?” Jake just wanted to make sure his sister felt okay, but he had been flirting with one of Dylan’s castmates all night and she didn’t want to stomp on any chances he had, unsure if it h.ad been an ongoing thing or not. Emerson nodded and waved him off while she wandered inside, flicking on the kitchen light while she tried to find her water bottle.

She unscrewed the top and filled it with ice before opening the fridge and grabbing the pitcher of filtered water, pouring it into her bottle. She left it open on the counter while she went to find the motrin in her backpack, opening up the orange bag she found the bottle and dumped two pills into her hand. She hoped to push off the migrange she felt coming on until the morning so she could at least sleep.

Walking back down stairs, shaking the two pills in her hand, she noticed Dylan dumping leftover food into the garbage can and filling up a recycling bag with bottles and cans. “Need help?” She asked before slipping the pills into her mouth and taking a sip of her water before closing it.

“I actually just came to see what was up with you, figured I could clean up while I waited,” he shrugged, putting a few plates in the sink. “You got out of there pretty quick.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter while Emerson slid up into the spot she had been sitting on earlier. “Your dad used to yell at you for that when you were younger.” Dylan pointed out.

Emerson reached up to run her fingers across the scar that sat on the bridge of her nose. “Then I fell off and cracked my face up,” she dropped her hand, “I think he just assumed I had learned my lesson after that.”

Dylan grimaced at the memory of her falling off the counter, he had been over for a superbowl party when that happened. “Clearly didn’t,” he laughed a little bit, “why’d you need to come inside though? Ran off a little fast just to grab a drink and motrin, and thought you said earlier you were amazing at drinking games.”

“Okay, first off you know I get migraines,” she reminded him. “Second I like drinking games,” she emphasized the word game. “Never have I ever isn’t much of a drinking game, not really a fan.” She shrugged wishing she could curl up in a ball and disappear. She wasn’t about to spew her lack of experience in life out to Dylan, of all people.

Dylan uncrossed his arms and braced them on the counter behind him, “okay but it’s still fun to learn about all the embarrassing and sometimes slightly illegal things your friends have done,” he knew he was currently pushing the issue. He knew how to push the issue to hear what he wanted to from Emerson, he’d been doing it for years now.

“You see, this is where it gets hard to follow Dylan,” she pointed at him motioning for him not to speak for a few minutes. “It’s not fun when you haven’t done anything normal let alone embarrassing or slightly illegal. So you just sit there twiddling your thumbs the entire time because you lack zero life experience except being related to an MLB player and you’re really good at softball,” she let out a long breath before looking down at the water bottle that sat between her legs. “So no it’s not fun,” she mumbled before looking up.

She watched as Dylan chewed on his bottom lip, probably deciding what to say while he watched her nervously fiddle with her water bottle. “Is it that you just haven’t found anyone to do that kind of thing with?” He asked her. Emerson let her legs uncross and swung them in front of herself, making a thumping noise each time they hit into the cabinet under her.

“Umm,” she hesitated for a minute. What would he be expecting her to tell him? She currently had feelings for him? The one guy she had actually been interested in during high school got back with his ex the night he took Emerson to prom? “I mean, there had been one guy I was interested in, but he wound up getting back with his ex the night of prom.” She tried to shrug it off.

“And there’s no one else you’re interested in?” Why did he keep pushing so hard? What would be the outcome if he eventually coaxed it out of her?

Emerson took a moment to run through all the possible answers to the question in her head. She could just tell him, she was interested in someone, but then he would definitely continue to push the issue. “I mean, yeah there’s people I’d be interested in, but it’s unrealistic to pursue if I’m being honest.” She cleared her throat after and watched as Dylan pushed himself off the counter, moving closer to Emerson. He stopped when he stood in front of her, his knees almost brushing hers.

Emerson looked up and noticed his five-o’clock shadow that she wanted to reach out and brush her fingers over. She wanted to know what it would feel like if she cupped his cheek in her and. What it would feel like if she kissed him. She also wanted to know what his lips would feel like on hers, if they would be soft or slightly chapped. She had kissed boys before, but none of the kisses she had turned out to be ‘good’. Dylan was older than her, more experienced, he would most likely know what to do, he’d easily be able to guide her.

“Well,” his eyes flickered down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. His warm eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness, “I also know there’s people I’m interested in, but I wasn’t sure what the consequences would be if I pursued said feelings.” He moved even closer to Emerson, her legs moving so he could stand between them.

Her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed that she could feel Dylan’s body heat radiating off of him, he felt very warm, and very close. “At- at least it’s not unrealistic,” she told him, never breaking eye contact.

He lifted a hand to rest under her chin and his thumb ran across her bottom lip. Emerson sat stunned, she felt paralyzed, Dylan felt too close to her and he was touching her in what she classified as a very intimate way. “You tell me if this is unrealistic,” he lifted Emerson’s mouth even closer to his and she felt his breath fan across her lips, she could smell the alcohol on his breath but the sweetness of the lemonade element overpowered it. He was sober. She was sober. It was fine to kiss him.

“I don’t think it is,” she quietly replied.

Dylan swiped his tongue over his lips and they pulled into a slight smile. “Can I- can I kiss you?” He asked before swallowing thickly. Emerson responded by pushing up and slotting her lips against his, a long breath releasing from her nose as she finally felt slightly relaxed for the first time that night. Their lips seemed to move together much smoother than any kiss she had before, and it didn’t feel messy or rushed.

After a few seconds Emerson pulled away to breath and Dylan rested his forehead against hers, a breathy laugh falling past his lips while they both smiled. “I cannot believe I just did that,” Emerson mumbled before laughing herself, her forehead falling to Dylan’s shoulder as they both tried to laugh any awkwardness out.

“It wasn’t bad though right?” Dylan asked and Emerson could feel him smiling against her shoulder. “Because there’s no pressure but I’d really like to take you upstairs for a little while and try that again.”

Emerson’s eyes widened at Dylan’s words and she picked her head up, waiting for him to do the same before she spoke. “You’re serious?” She asked with slight unbelief in her voice, “because the answer is that felt fucking amazing and the answer is yes,” she had to be dreaming right now, she really had to be. Dylan pushed away from the counter and held a hand out for Emerson to take. “Thank you,” she gripped it as she slid off the counter and her feet planted on the tile floor of the kitchen.

“My pleasure,” Dylan gave her a purposely terrible wink as he dragged her towards the staircase by her hand. Emerson followed him up the stairs, trying not to trip while they both laughed like little kids who were trying not to get caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. Once reaching Dylan’s room he pulled Emerson inside and closed the door before pressing her against it, chest to chest, his hands on either side of her head.

The pair caught their breath and just watched each other for a few moments, taking the situation in before Dylan dipped down and pressed his lips to Emerson’s. His hands came up to rest on his shoulders, one of his slipping down to grip her waist and pull her tighter against him. “Wait,” Emerson pulled away, “everyone’s gonna wonder where we went,” she breathed out.

“So,” Dylan pulled her away from the door and pushed her onto his bed, her letting out an ‘oof’ when her back hit the mattress. “Let them wonder,” he shrugged, crawling above her. Emerson reached up to wind her arms around his neck, her fingers running through the hair at the base of his neck. “Because I am very happy right here,” with that he leaned down to kiss Emerson again.

Emerson closed her eyes and tried to melt into the feeling of kissing Dylan. She felt as if she was on cloud nine, kissing the boy she had a crush on for well over half her life, and she didn’t want to let it slip away too fast. She took a breath through her nose when she felt Dylan’s teeth pull on her bottom lip and she pulled away from the kiss way too fast, his teeth catching on her lip as she jerked away. “I’m sorry!” She wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. “I just didn’t - I wasn’t,” bhe she couldn’t find the words she wanted to say.

“You haven’t gone that far before and you weren’t sure what to expect?” Dylan asked her as they both sat up, her legs swinging over the side of his bed. Emerson nodded and bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to actually admit she had as little experience as she actually did. “And that is perfectly fine,” Dylan rested a hand on her thigh and started to rub circles into her skin. “I don’t see that as a problem,”

Emerson turned to face him, “and it’s fine and dandy you don’t see it as a problem, but I do! It’s embarrassing Dylan! I’m starting college and don’t even know how to properly kiss a boy when all my friends were having sex their sophmore or junior year!” She felt herself wanting to crawl under the bed more and more with every word she spoke but Dylan sat back against his head bored and pulled her with his so she straddled his lap.

“I mean, we’re here now right?” He slipped his hands under her shirt and ran his thumbs along her hip bone sending goosebumps around her entire body. “And if you trust me enough to take the lead I can show you how this whole kissing thing works,” he pinched her side making her laugh and grab his hand, “it can be quite nice when you actually relax.” He gave her a sideways smirk.

“I-” Emerson paused, “okay, yeah. I trust you.” She nodded her head and relaxed in Dylan’s hold, waiting for him to make the first move.

He reached down to pull off her glasses and folded them closed, placing them on his nightstand. “Well first off, it’ll be a lot more comfortable without these in the way,” he smiled and leaned forward to peck her lips before he got a firmer grip on her hips and flipped her over so she again found herself underneath him.

He braced himself on his forearms above her, his stomach pressed against hers, “now just let your lips follow mine, ‘kay?” He leaned down to attach his lips to Emerson’s.

She closed her eyes and found her left hand gripping the front of Dylan’s shirt, the right reaching around to settle in the soft hair at the back of his head. She felt his lips moving against her’s and tried to copy his movements unsure of what else to do. Dylan smiled against her lips when he picked up what she had been trying to do and decided to run his tongue against her bottom lip and gauge her reaction for where to go next. When Emerson didn’t pull away Dylan decided he could probably go a little further and allowed himself to pull away to take a breath.

“I’m sure you’ve at least heard about using tongue to kiss,” he laughed lightly when Emerson scrunched up her nose. “Yeah, yeah. You’ve heard about high school boys who don’t know how to do it right,” he told her. “I told you I’m showing you how real guys kiss, not high school scum.”

Emerson took a deep breath before she leaned forward to reconnect their lips, her teeth pulling lightly on Dylan’s bottom lip this time. “Then stop talking and show me.” She mumbled. Dylan felt a groan bubbling in the back of his throat and swallowed it, instead opting to lean forward and run his tongue over her bottom lip before he even attached their lips.

Emerson’s mouth had opened slightly against his and took it as his opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, he felt her tense slightly but then she quickly relaxed. He wrapped his tongue around hers and pulled it slightly into his own mouth before pulling away, dragging her bottom lip between his teeth as he did. He kissed the corner of her slightly swollen lips, and rested his forehead against hers. He felt himself start to grow uncomfortable in his jeans but pushed the feeling away, this needed to be about him making Emerson comfortable, not about him getting off.

“Damn,” Emerson laughed as she felt Dylan’s slightly heavier breathing fan across her lips. “You’re pretty good at this.” She let her hand that had been gripping the front of his shirt slip underneath it, running up and down his abs.

Dylan shivered before offering her a smile back, “not too bad yourself,” he threw her another terrible wink. “Gets even better though,” he added, “could show you that too if you were still up for it.” Emerson nodded when she heard everyone outside still laughing and talking slighter louder than they needed too, their voices drifting through Dylan’s cracked window.

“I mean, sounds pretty good to me,” she hummed, “I just feel bad, I’m not like doing anything for you.” She watched as Dylan’s gaze softened.

He reached up to cup her jaw with his left hand, just his right hand holding him up now. “Trust me,” he leaned down to peck her lips, “this is more than enough for me.” Dylan moved his hand down so it gripped her chin and turned her head slightly to the right, exposing the left side of her neck to him. Emerson swallowed thickly when she felt his lips attach to the left corner of her lips, he started trailing kisses up to where her jaw met her neck and let his teeth scrape gently across the area, his tongue running across it after.

He continued the trail of kisses down her neck again until his lips reached her pulse point. He felt Emerson stiffen in his arms and knew he found exactly what he has been looking for. He started sucking on the spot lightly and felt Emerson’s grip on his hair tightern slightly. After a few seconds he bit down lightly on the skin and he heard a small noise slip past her lips that sent her pulling away from him.

“I’m so-” but he cut her off.

“That’s natural don’t be sorry and let me finish what I started, and don’t make yourself stay quiet. I find it quite hot when I know I’m making a girl feel good,” he mumbled and attached his lips to the same spot again, intending to leave a very nice hickey there.

Emerson laid plaint in Dylan’s hold and tried to let herself fully enjoy the feeling of his lips against her neck. She hoped he wasn't lying when he said he liked hearing that he made girls feel good because she let a quiet moan slip past her lips when he bit down on the area again. He continued to suck a little harder on the area and soothed it with his tongue every few seconds.

Dylan continued his actions until he knew there would be a bruise forming on the area and pulled away to admire his work. A dark bruise was in fact starting to form exactly where he wanted it to and he leaned down to run his tongue across it a final time before he kissed his way back up to Emerson’s lips.

She felt more comfortable this time and decided maybe she could try and take more of a lead, not wanting to leave Dylan high and dry. She pulled on the hem of Dylan’s shirt while they kissed and he pulled away to pull the fabric over his head, dropping it on the floor next to his bed. Emerson let herself admire his body for a moment before she spoke, “can I try?” she asked quietly.

Dylan let himself let out a quiet groan at her question before nodding. He gripped her hips again and flipped them over so she straddled his lap, her ass resting right above his growing ‘problem’. Emerson leaned forward to kiss his lips before she ran her tongue under his bottom lip, slowly and slightly unsure. Dylan parted his lips and allowed her to move her tongue into his mouth, tangling with his for a moment before she pulled away.

“Just like this?” She asked as she grabbed his chin and turned his head to the side. Dylan gave a hum in approval and closed his eyes when he felt Emerson attach her lips to his neck. Her left hand splayed out over his abs while her right shakily held his chin still.

She remembered one of her friends saying something about her boyfriend loving it when she pulled on his earlobe with her teeth while they were making out and decided it was worth a shot if it could possibly impress Dylan. She allowed her lips to trail up his neck until they were right under Dylan’s lips and felt him shiver when she planted a kiss there. Closing her eyes and hoping for thr best she pulled on his earloble lightly with her teeth and heard Dylan let out a breathy ‘fuck’.

Happy with herself Emerson trailed her lips down his neck again until they met his adams apple. She bit down lightly on the skin before she began sucking on it, trying to mimic the actions he had done on her neck a few minutes earlier. She soothed her tongue over the skin after a little while and felt Dylan’s grip on her hips tighten as he let out a louder groan this time. “Damn you learn fast,” he mumbled as Emerson sucked on his skin again before pulling lightly on it with her teeth. She left a gentle kiss on the area before sitting up, admiring the dark mar forming on his skin.

“Thanks,” she smiled leaning down to peck his lips. “I had a great teacher,” it was her turn to offer Dylan a wink. She laid her head down on his chest and his arms came to wrap around her, hugging her against him. “We should probably go downstairs and see what everyone’s doing,” she said after noticing it had fallen quiet outside now.

Dylan laughed and it shook her entire body, “yeah sporting matching hickeys and swollen lips,” he replied. “But I think you’re right.” He unwrapped his arms from Emerson and pulled her down into one final, lingering kiss before she sat up fully. She grabbed her glasses off the nightstand and slid them on straight.

“Here,” she bent down to hand him his shirt, “might want to put that back on,” she shrugged as she wandered out of his room and to the staircase.

Dylan rushed to pull the shirt over his head as he followed Emerson down the stairs, “hope you know you’re staying in my room tonight!” He told her while she grabbed her water bottle.

“Yeah,” Emerson took a sip, “and you might want to put your shirt on right side out before you go outside,” she patted his chest while she walked past, pulling the sliding glass door open and stepping outside. Leaving Dylan in the middle of the kitchen, red faced while he turned his shirt right side out.

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