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hops-hunny · 3 years

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im back!! well not totally back, but i have a treat for you ;)

idk if you are comfortable with sex tapes, if youre not you can ignore this

it's about nev with the hot popular person who everybody wants :)

okay so, the reader and neville are dating in secret, but the reader wants neville to tell people that theyre dating, and as neville expected, no one believed him

neville is sad and the reader wants to cheer him up, so, why not have sex with him right? it's the best way to cheer someone up

but the reader wants to spice things up with the idea of recording a sex tape

nev is like "sure! why not?" cause he LOVES that kind of thing

they record the sex tape, they watch it, and they watch it again, and again, and they love it, and they do it again...

a few days later the tape was """""accidentaly""""" leaked

and everyone watch it, and they are SO FUCKING SURPRISED due to the fact that not only neville is dating the hottest person in school, but also cause in the tape, he is fucking them into oblivion, and people never thought about neville being a dom and rough during sex, actualy people didnt even imagined that neville had sex SHDISKDJJS

now sweet neville is happy and can hug and kiss his fit s/o in the hallway with confidence cause now, everybody knows he has a hot s/o and a massive dick

thank u for your atention <3

idk if this has anything to do with exhibition, but if it does, hope you liked it cause i know you have a kink for that

~🌻

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

erkkr 🌻 anon, you remembered one of my kinks? pls that's so cute ily <3 also I didn't know which pronouns you wanted so if you want I can probably go back and change it if these aren't to your liking!

"I know you're upset Nev, but this was your idea in the first place darling." (Y/n) said, straddling the boy as they stroked his cheek. She placed a peck on his lips, pulling away to look into his hazel eyes.

"I-I know but I didn't think that would include me having to watch blokes flirt with you and be able to do nothing about it!" He huffed out, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist. (Y/n) stood up in front of him, a flirty look present on her face.

"Well," she started as she began to unbutton her shirt, dropping then thin white material to reveal her bra, "There is something you can do about it." his face flushed as he motioned her over, pulling her panties down before stuffing them in his back pocket. Gripping her waist with one hand, he used his other to flip up her skirt, revealing her slick covered folds.

"Yeah? What would that be pretty girl, having me mark you up? Leave bites and bruises all over this pretty little body of yours?" The boy ran his thick digits along her messy cunt, chuckling as she whimpered, nodding and urging him to go further. "Use your words, bunny."

"P-please touch me Nev. Want you to mark me and make me yours.." she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as his thick fingers curved inside of her, letting out a sigh as he began to pump them in and out. The girl climbed into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he began to speed up his pace, tips brushing against the spongy surface of her cervix. Her eyes landed on her phone across the room, still positioned on the tripod from a photoshoot she had of herself earlier. "W-wait, I wanna try something...."

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(Y/n) was completely confused. Ever since she had made her way from her room this morning, eyes followed her every move. That wasn't the uncommon part, no that happened quite a bit. The uncommon part was the unusual whispers that came with them. She felt relieved when her friends approached her, same treatment as they usually gave her.

"Ya know (Y/n), I should've known you'd go for someone like Longbottom. I mean I never saw the appeal but after seeing that little tape of yours, I can see why!" Sasha giggled, nudging her friend along with Sophie on the girl's other side. (Y/n) felt herself grow dizzy.

"T-tape?!" she squeaked, watching as Sophie pulled her phone out, handing it over to the girl. (Y/n) watched herself on the screen with wide eyes.

Tossled hair, puffy lips, and thick mascara tears running down her face, she watched as Neville lifted her up flush against his chest, tightening the grip he had around it. He smirked into the camera, pulling out of her as he rubbed his monster of a cock along her folds, light reflecting off the piercing in the tip. His dick was a sight, long and thick, inches upon inches covered with a mix of their juices.

(Y/n) let out a series of whimpers, crying and whining from the loss of him inside of her, causing him to turn her head to look at him some. He pecked her lips before turning her messy face to look at the camera. He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust and admiration.

"Tell the camera who's you are, pet or daddy's not putting it back in." He stated, continuing to rub and slap his cock along her folds. She whimpered, blabbering something incoherent which caused him to cackle. "Oh come on, puppy, daddy knows you can do better than that."

"Y-yours Nev! Daddy's whore." she cried out, letting out a series of yesses as he slid back into her at full force. "G-good, feels so good! Neville's good girl, all yours." he released his firm grip on her face, patting it gently as he tightened his hand around her throat more, continuing to fuck her as he admired his work in the reflection of the phone screen.

"I-I've seen enough! Here, take it back." she shrieked, handing the phone back to her friend trying to ignore the heat in her cheek and the pooling in her panties (which she was lucky Neville hadn't taken already). "Let's go, I've gotta find him!"

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Neville had been enjoying the attention he had been receiving all day. How could he not? All those poor, jealous, lovesick boys envious of him? Some of the most well known boys in the castle, begging him for even a word of what his baby's cunt feels like. He'd never tell them though, he had so snarkly replied to each one of them with something along the lines of 'you've got a hand, I'm sure you can use your imagination'. However one thing was obvious: he'd never miss the opportunity to brag about it to the boys.

"I just, I'm in shock! You're fucking (L/n)?!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from the ratty couch as he ran his fingers through his hair. Neville chuckled, smirking some as he examined his friends' jealous expressions.

"Well I'm not just fucking her, she's my bird." he shrugged, as if it wasn't the most shocking thing they'd heard in a while.

"Yeah, yeah that's nice. Not to be rude but," Harry cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have sex? Was she your first time?"

"(Y/n)? God no. I was hers however." he turned his attention back to his phone screen, which everyone's eyes was currently on. Since most, if not all the castle had seen it, what was the problem with watching it with the boys?

"I'm not surprised Neville has sex, he's my boy!" Seamus exclaimed, patting the boy in question's back way too hard. "I'm more so surprised that he's a beast of a man, like look at that!"

Neville spit in the girl's mouth, hooking his fingers on the inside of her mouth. He used his leverage on it to hold her up, stretching her mouth back as he continued to pound her. (Y/n) let out multiple screams and moans, tears continuing to poor down her face.

"God she's so pretty like that." Neville sighed, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. However, something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He smiled as a familiar set of beautiful (s/c) legs made their way over to him. Seamus quickly turned off the screen, all of them freezing up as the girl and her posse stopped in front of them.

"Wow, I-"

"You're, you're..."

"I-I..."

"Hi petal, you alright?" He asked, hovering above the girl as he stroked her cheek. She nodded some before pouting.

"Yeah, I would be better if half the school hadn't seen my tits before the time I even woke up! How'd you manage to leak it anyways?" she whispered, hiding her face in his chest to avoid the horny gazes of his friends.

"To be fair, I thought I hit your name not all contacts!" he lied, causing her to look up. She looked at his ears before gasping looking back up at him again as she punched his shoulder.

"Neville Longbottom, you leaked it on purpose?! Don't even lie again, your ears always get red when you lie!" she huffed out, turning away from him. "I wouldn't have had a problem with releasing it if you had just asked. I will admit though, it is kinda nice not having to hide and sneak around anymore."

"I'm still not over the fact that he has a piercing.....and thigh tattoo!" Dean finally spoke up, catching everyone's attention. It grew silent for a bit before they all began to laugh.

"Well there's a lot you don't know about me."

"I think it's better that way after this. I don't know how much more Neville I wanna get to know."

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alit0my · 3 years

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You know those fanfics, 5 times (something) plus 1. So five times someone on the team taught Booker something. And since it was he who taught. (maybe with OT3) {for example: teaching a language, cooking, fighting with a sword}

hello anon! idek if you still want this fic bc its been so long... but i have finished it! no ot3 this time im afraid, just didnt fit well with where i took this... hope you enjoy!

1 - Russia, 1812

When they first found him in Russia, they barely understood one another and had to use Andromache’s passable French to communicate. The Asian woman beside her named Quynh stared at him, as if looking into his soul as he gasped out words of conversation as he recovered from another hypothermic shock. The two men were paired off, keeping a close eye on their surroundings and ignoring the conversation altogether as they did not understand.

”The first thing we will do,” Andy said, handing another wooly coat his way. ”Is teach you a language we can all speak.”

”Like hell you will. I’m to return to my family,” he replied, wrapping the coat around him tighter. Andy shook her head and huffed, glancing at Quynh beside her.

”When you return in fifty years, when your family is dead, we will teach you Russian.”

”Or you could learn better French,” Booker snapped, cursing the entire world under his breath as his limbs shook uncontrollably.

The corners of Andy’s lips curled upwards slightly.

(Back then, Booker paid no mind to this. But now, he knew it was the introduction to Andy’s competitive side.)

It was thirty-eight years later when Booker returned. Andy had gotten better at French, and Booker grumbled at the fact that he now had to learn Russian, as per their unofficial agreement.

He wasn’t half bad at Russian, but he wasn’t particularly good at it either.

~ 2 - Italy, 1850

As he returned to the group after the passing of his son, the last of his true family, Quynh pulled Booker aside and placed a bow in his hands. She watched as he pulled the bow string back slightly, testing the recoil of the weapon as if he was examining its limits. Booker was just trying to not break the thing.

Quynh was scary, and Booker did not want to mess with her.

”Now aim at the target,” she had told him, nodding her head to the tree as she placed an arrow in his other hand. ,em>”Aim, and fire.”

Booker did as he was told.

Booker missed the tree by a mile.

Quynh tutted and put her hands on her hips, before taking another arrow out of the quiver on her back.

”Try again,” she said, almost encouragingly. ”We have time. I’ll make sure you can handle a bow almost as good as me.”

Booker ended up being half as good as Quynh, which they both saw as an achievement.

(He could never be as good at archery as Quynh, but it was the thought that counted at the time. Really, Booker should have been grateful for the distraction.)

~ 3 - Japan, 1894

Nicky was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning his sniper rifle when Booker walked in, still half asleep. Pausing in his tracks, Booker rubbed at his eyes and looked at the weapon on the table, never having really seen it out of its case which Nicky kept stored under his bed in their various safehouses.

Nicky looked up at locked eyes with the youngest, beckoning him over to sit beside him.

”I will show you how to clean this, and then if you want, how to use it,” Nicky said, picking up the scope and rubbing the rag gently across the glass. Booker nodded and watched silently before Nicky handed him a part and a new rag. ”Gently, don’t rush or you may scratch the metal.”

Booker wasn’t sure how a piece of cloth would scratch metal, but he dared not say. Nicky was allowing him into his space, to help clean his most prized possession.

When the weapon was cleaned, Nicky showed Booker how to reassemble the rifle before picking it up and beckoning him outside.

”We will set up here, and I will teach you how to shoot,” Nicky explained as he set up the tripod that would hold the barrel steady. ”Come, look down the scope.”

Booker could not see a thing, and Nicky gently nudged his head until he gasped, suddenly seeing the tin can in the distance.

”Now line it up, and shoot.”

Booker missed, but Nicky’s eyes gleamed.

(It was something that Booker looked back on fondly as he sat in his French apartment surrounded by booze.)

~ 4 - Egypt, 1948

”Where is your sword, Booker?” Joe exclaimed whenever they were gearing up for a mission. Booker looked at him then the others, who all had a sword strapped to their bodies whereas he only had an assault rifle and a handgun.

”I.. Don’t have one?”

Joe scoffed. ”I will change that. When we are done I will teach you how to wield a sword.”

Booker objected, which fell upon dead ears as the team went back to gathering their gear. Furrowing his brow, Booker looked down at his assault rifle and started to feel anxious. Was knowing how to wield a sword some kind of necessity to be in this strange team of immortals?

(He found out later, the next day in fact, when Joe had woken him up at the break of dawn with his scimitar in one hand and a longsword in the other. Joe was always the early riser, and the most energetic. Booker missed him the most.)

”Here, I will train you the art of the sword,” Joe smiled, but Booker could see the excitement shining through his eyes. ”Try to strike me.”

Booker looked at him incredulously, but swung the blade at him.

He ended up on his ass with Joe standing above him, scimitar pressed lightly on his throat.

”You take too big of a swing, leaves too much gap for the enemy to strike,” Joe explained, removing the weapon from Booker’s neck and holding a hand out to help him up. ”This will be fun. Bonding, if you will.”

”Joe, no one even uses swords anymore?”

Booker ended up on his ass again, in record time.

~ +1 - France, 2020

Booker hadn’t heard from them in six months, as per their non-contact rule, but he hadn’t expected a package to arrive at his front door with his alias on it. Curious, he placed his glass of water (which still tasted of whiskey from the night before) on the counter and picked up the box, setting it down on his kitchen table.

He stared at it for a while, not sure what to make of it as he decided to rip open the box before he could change his mind. Inside were a bunch of letters each with his name written in different handwriting, a few pictures and five small magnets that represented each member of the team.

Booker picked up the first letter from Andy, skimming through the words quickly before the tears fell on the paper and ruined it for good.

’...miss you Book…...Nile’s idea to……..considered your biological family……….struggling to cope……..should have listened to you more, and for that I’m so sorry. You taught me that there is more to life than what we do, and I should have seen that back in the 1800’s and not belittled you for it. I love you Book, see you soon.’

Quynh’s letter was short as sweet, but mainly contained phrases in many languages calling him a dumbass and pictures of him practising with the bow.

’Next time, maybe try to be a perfect shot before you decide to cross us you moron…….I hope you have improved with your bow I gave you, oh wait you left it in England and some historian took it to the museum because it is so ancient…..You better get me my bow back you absolute- Nile has been reading over my shoulder this whole time and now I’m going to write some good things about you…

‘How to start? What is good about you, Booker? You reminded me that not everyone is good at something first go, and that they deserve the effort and time you put into them. You ended up being a good shot and it only took you ten years! The others took twice as long. We will have a competition when you return, so keep those archery skills sharp, my friend.’

The next letter was from both Joe and Nicky, and Booker smiled softly to himself. Never to be separated, those two, and he was a fool to think otherwise.

’Nicky does not want to write you a letter, so I will write for both of us. This was Nile’s idea, sending you this little ‘care-package’ as she called it, but do not think this is an olive branch. We are grateful for you, Book, and since you turned up our lives have been somewhat exciting. Our separate and joint experiences in teaching you things has brought us both enjoyable memories, and though somewhat tainted by your actions, upon your return we would like to teach you more new things as we teach Nile. Maybe you might actually improve on your skills for once.

We both love you dearly.’

Booker sniffled and separated the picture enclosed within the letter. It was a capture of when Nicky was teaching him how to cook proper spaghetti bolognese, after he found out that Booker was using jar sauce and packet pasta. Booker remembered getting scolded all night in Italian, and when he told Nicky he understood, the response he got was ”Good. I should hope so."

Nile didn’t write a letter, but she didn’t need to write one. They only knew each other for two weeks before shit hit the fan and Booker was sent away. Instead, in Nile’s envelope was a tiny slip of paper with a phone number on it, along with some fliers for activities to do around Paris.

’Call me anytime, I’m here to chat. Also, don’t mope about for a hundred years, do something! Learn a new skill! (Okay, that might be hard but just do it, maybe bake some sourdough? You love that stuff!)’

Booker took the magnets out of the box, walked over to his fridge and placed them in a circle with a small click!, his heart panging every time.

Bow and arrow, two swords, a labrys, and a handgun with a US flag.

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#the old guard #booker #booker centric #4 + 1 things

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nothingsolutions · 3 years

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**Only Human.** (ditched short film)

Short Film about October but not directly saying October.

Shot on VHS

"Home Video" style

Shaky footage intentionally but also mix in really cinematic shots

MUSIC

Sooner or Later - N.E.R.D

(Perfect for drive home)

Everyone Nose - N.E.R.D

Purple Baguettes - 88GLAM

Dirt and Grime - Father's Children

Territorial Pissings - Nirvana

(Skating away from home)

Never Can Say Goodbye - Jackson 5

(Perfect for falling back in bed / ending)

The End Has No End - The Strokes

(Loading Docks)

Anti Matter - N.E.R.D

Partners in Crime Part Three - The Internet

(Playing loud in the car that almost hit MAIN)

She Works Out Too Much - MGMT

(Right when they fight / spinning)

Heavy Hitter - Jack Harlow

(Loading Docks)

Molly - Iann Dior

Hive - Earl Sweatshirt

Gonna Love Me - Teyana Taylor

Music credits scratchy handwritten scanned cover titles

The bedroom for context is dimly lit. Windows Closed.

INT. THROUGHOUT HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Quick tripod shots through the house symbolize that MAIN is blasting his music through the house. Every room is shown with the faint loud sounds of blaring music.

INT. STAIRS - CONTINIOUS - DOLLY UPSTAIRS

Music is still playing but the shot is a steady cam shot walking up the stairs. Very slow but symbolizing the music is coming from upstairs.

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

Through the glass window of the kitchen show MOM cutting carrots on a cutting board. You hear the chop of the carrots rhythmically just a little off beat to the music heard from MAIN's room. Eventually she cuts one last carrot and angrily marches upstairs.

INT. STAIRS - CONTINIOUS - DOLLY UPSTAIRS

Same shot as before but mom comes marching through the scene.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

Sitting in bed MAIN is no the computer but we cannot see what he is doing. Shot from the end of the bed frame. Casually bobbing his head to the beat smashing the keyboard.

INT. OUTSIDE BEDROOM (AT DOOR) - CONTINUOUS - STEADY

Mom knocking on the door gently at first but when the knocks go unanswered.

@MAIN

Dammit!

(Super loud)_

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

Shot of the door being knocked on from inside the room the knocks harder and harder until she bursts in the room. MAIN does not notice.

@MOM

(Angry voice)

Hey MAIN. Hello

(Rooms a mess so tracking shot of walking through the room. Walks over and shuts computer.)

@MAIN

Aye what was that for I was in the middle of something.

@MOM

your music was way to loud.

@MAIN

why didnt you just say that why'd you have to shut my computer. Now I lost all my progress.

@MOM

Cause you weren't listening. Give me the laptop.

@MAIN

Whattt? Nah?

@MOM

Give me the laptop

@MAIN

Nahhhh

@MOM

Thats is

(Rips laptop from hands walks out the door same tracking shot with the zoom for when she exits and slams the door)

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

From end of bed MAIN from sitting up in falls back in bed super bummed.

@MAIN

Bruhhhh what

INT. BEDROOM OVERHEAD - CONTINUOUS - STEADY

Shot from above you see MAIN laying in the disheveled bed with his phone right next to him. His phone lights up. Grabs phone slowly.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

POV of phone in hand Text reads "what you on rt now" from BESTFRIEND. MAIN reply with "my moms tweakin what's up" . Few seconds later BESTFRIEND reply with "damn that sucks come over" MAIN replies with "OMW".

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

Outside window of MOM cutting carrots again in piece and quiet. There is a burst of footsteps running down the stairs that you can see out of the corner of the shot. (Have main intentionally stop their feet & record audio from inside)

@MOM

Where are you going?

MAIN is putting on shoes frantically on the stairs.

@MAIN

((Grunts) because struggling to put shoes on)

INT. FRONT DOOR HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - HANDHELD SHOT MINIMAL MOVEMENT

Grabs skateboard from front door and runs out the door. As going out the door yells.

@MAIN

Anywhere but here

MOM comes into frame when running out of the door but in the 1/3 of the frame MAIN is in the 3/3 of the frame.

MAIN Ollies down the first step in the front yard

INT. FRONT DOOR HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - ABRUPT ZOOM IN

Abrupt zoom in on moms face kinda parallax style showing disappointment and sadness but then she quickly turns out of frame.

((Just a thought the MOM character could be played by a sibling))

EXT. STREET WITH HILL - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Back of car shot with MAIN skating down the hill not bombing the hill but cruising with loud music playing. Happy expression. (Wearing AirPods)

EXT. COMMONWEALTH STREET WITH THE OLD BUILDINGS (WUTANGSWORDS) - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Following in a car of side view of MAIN skating along some old building with a little bit of just cruising. A driveway comes up MAIN is to into the music and doesn't realize the car and barley misses hitting the car. MAIN takes out the AirPods and the loud background music stops. Its silent except for DRIVER.

EXT. FOCUS ON DRIVER - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Looking thru the window of the car (Passenger side) and DRIVER is leaning towards the kid with an angry posture

@DRIVER

(Angry tone)

Aye kid maybe watch where you're going next time.

EXT. FOCUS ON MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Shot is of the top half of the kid top of skateboard In shot one AirPods out

@MAIN

(Stops Skating)

Aye bruh you almost killed me.

EXT. FOCUS ON DRIVER - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Same shot as before

@DRIVER

Yea cause your dumbass wasn't paying

@MAIN

Yo my board!!!! BRUHHHH

@DRIVER (CONT'D)

attention.

EXT. COMMONWEALTH STREET WITH THE OLD BUILDINGS (WUTANGSWORDS) - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Shot of the broken board on the sidewalk

EXT. FOCUS ON MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Same shot before

@MAIN (CONT'D)

You know what bro you wack f--

(Puts in AirPods and walks away dragging skateboard away before he finishes what he was going to say)

EXT. COMMONWEALTH STREET WITH THE OLD BUILDINGS (WUTANGSWORDS) - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Shot from behind the two the DRIVER speeds past MAIN and MAIN is flipping MAIN off while DRIVER drives by. MAIN turns at the next corner into the neighborhood. Dragging board by his feet

EXT. COMMONWEALTH STREET WITH THE OLD BUILDINGS SHOT OF MAINS FACE (WUTANGSWORDS) - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Close up shot of just the face of MAIN. Shows sorrow and while walking puts in the AirPods and music starts playing again.

EXT. COLES HOUSES GATE - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY ZOOM IN

Steady slow zoom in on Coles gate and can hear Loud music playing and people talking. MAIN walks thru the shot and goes thru the gate. Comes in the frame from the right side. Opens the gate and goes in.

EXT. COLES HOUSES OTHER SIDE OF GATE - LATE AFTERNOON - HANDHELD

MAIN opens up the gate and is looking down but then looks up to see his friends

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY ZOOM IN

Pans over from opening the gate to everyone chilling in the backyard. Some people skating the halfpipe some people on the tramp. (Music still blasting)

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD CLOSEUP ON BESTFRIEND - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY ZOOM IN

Bestfriend chillin on the couch looks up

@BESTFRIEND

Aye MAINS here.

@FRIENDS

Whats good MAIN

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD ON MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY ZOOM IN

MAIN walks in and throws skateboard down.

@MAIN

What you guys up to

Jumps on the couch with BESTFRIEND can see others skating on the half pipe.

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD COUCH - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY ZOOM IN

Can see both MAIN and BESTFRIEND on the couch.

@BESTFRIEND

Bruh we just chillin but bro what happened to your board

@MAIN

Some dude hit me with his car

@BESTFRIEND

Bruh that's messed. You good tho?

@MAIN

Yea I'm chillin but my boards not

@BESTFRIEND

Damn bro well cheer up we all got good vibes goin

@MAIN

Bet.

(Opens a soda and starts drinking it)

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD - LATE AFTERNOON - MONTAGE

Medium speed montage of Coles backyard of chilling.

Music playing over the montage.

EXT. COLES HOUSES BACKYARD BESTFRIENDS FACE - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Shot of BESTFRIEND in the backyard holding his phone

@BESTFRIEND

Aye some homies chillin at the Docks we tryin to hang

@FRIENDS

Yea we down

@MAIN

What Ima do? I don't got a board thanks guys.

@1FRIEND

Homie chillllll. We got plenty of boards you're set.

@BESTFRIEND

Yea don't trip we wouldn't leave yuh

(1FRIEND throws MAIN a board)

@MAIN

Ight lets go then.

EXT. COLES HOUSES OTHER SIDE OF GATE - LATE AFTERNOON - HANDHELD

Broken skateboard in corner of shot. Everyone runs out MAIN is last to go out. Gate slams.

EXT. JACARANDA ST. SKATING THRU STREET - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Shot from the back of a trunk of everyone skating but MAIN is dead last and not having fun.

EXT. JACARANDA ST. SKATING THRU STREET MAIN CLOSEUP - LATE AFTERNOON - TRACKING

Shot of just MAIN not looking like having a great time half way thru the tracking steady shot puts in AirPods and music starts blasting again.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Shot of loading docks being packed with people hanging out of the back of cars, people skating and people just sitting. Music playing can't hear it yet because MAIN AirPods are still in. Everyone skates into frame and stops in a line in the middle of the frame. Stay like this for a few seconds then break and start skating again but MAIN stays.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS POV OF MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Skating past people high fiving other friends / people.

MAINS AirPods are still in.

MAIN can see BESTFRIEND chatting with 2FRIEND but can't hear what their saying MAIN takes out the AirPods and hear the music they're playing and BESTFRIEND faintly in the distance.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS - LATE AFTERNOON - MONTAGE

Montage of loading docks what's happening with the Loading Docks music.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS POV OF MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

MAIN starts to skate toward BESTFRIEND as he's starting to do a line.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS SEE BOTH MAIN AND BESTFRIEND - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

As they get closer the shot gets tighter.

MAIN starts to get closer while BESTFRIEND is doing a trick. BESTFRIEND messes up and the board hits MAINS shins.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS SHOT OF HIS SHINS AND QUICKLY PANS UP TO MAINS FACE - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Quick pan like said above. But the shot of face is over BESTFRIENDs shoulder and zooms in slowly but doesn't change.

@MAIN

bro why would you do that

@BESTFRIEND

Come on bro you know I didn't mean to do that

@MAIN

Like bruh that really hurt dude that's no cool

(Getting louder more mad)

@BESTFRIEND

Brotha you tripping you know I didn't mean to do that.

@MAIN

Oh im trippin ?

(Grabs BESTFRIEND s shirt)

EXT. LOADING DOCKS SAME SHOT FROM BEFORE BUT STARTS TO SPIN - CONTINUOUS - SPINNING

Start circling around BESTFRIEND and MAIN make 4 circles getting faster and faster until 3 then it slows on the forth with it stopping on MAIN face. Every rotation people in the background disappear and on the last one BESTFRIEND hides as well behind me filming. Everyone else hides behind cars or whatever.

MAIN looks super messed up about it. Super mad about what he just did

EXT. LOADING DOCKS MAIN POV - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Looks around and sees nothing is there except the cars and everything MAIN freaks out.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS LIKE HOW OVER THE SHOULDER CLOSEUP OF MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

He shuts his eyes and hears faintly.

EXT. GOES BLACK FOR A FEW SECONDS WITH FAINT MUSIC - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

@BESTFRIEND

Bruhhhh MAIN you good chill out you good.

EXT. LOADING DOCKS LIKE HOW OVER THE SHOULDER CLOSEUP OF MAIN - LATE AFTERNOON - STEADY

Opens eyes slowly to see what's up. Still a closeup on MAINS face over BESTFRIENDS shoulder position but when he opens his eyes everyones back. And everyones circling around.

@BESTFRIEND

Bro lets go home you've had a rough one today

MAIN nods head

EXT. LOADING DOCKS INTO 2FRIEND CAR - DUSK - STEADY

shuts the door and drives away tracking shot of car pulling away

EXT. JACARANDA ST. OF CAR - DARK - TRACKING IN BACK OF CAR

Light inside of car so its red inside the car. Silent ride except for the radio playing.

EXT. OUTSIDE OF HOUSE WATCH CAR PULL UP - DARK - TRACKING

Track car pulling up to the house and MAIN gets out of the car.

@MAIN

Aye thanks for the ride and BESTFRIEND sorry about today

@2FRIEND

Don't trip brotha

@BESTFRIEND

It all good don't worry bout it

@MAIN

Ight see you guys later

EXT. OUSIDE OF CAR SHUTING DOOR - DARK - HANDHELD STEADY

Shuts car door and tracks him running from the street to the front door.

INT. STAIRS - NIGHT - DOLLY UPSTAIRS

Run into the shot while its already going up the stairs

@MOM

(Faintly heard)

Hey MAIN you ok?

INT. OUTSIDE BEDROOM (AT DOOR) - NIGHT - STEADY

Runs through the door closes it and tracks him (Pan) and he's sitting exactly where he was before with computer closed and he starts to fall back.

@MAIN

Bruhhhh what

INT. BEDROOM OVERHEAD - CONTINUOUS - STEADY

Shot from above you see MAIN laying in the disheveled bed with his phone right next to him. His phone lights up. Grabs phone slowly.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

Outside window of MOM cutting carrots again in piece and quiet. There is a burst of sound coming from the stairs. you can see out of the corner of the shot. MAIN falls down the stairs.

@MOM

Hey MAIN are you ok!?

INT. INSIDE THE GAME - N/A - N/A ((SAME SHOT))

GAME OVER try again title screen appears

LOUD MUSIC FROM BEGINNING FADES BACK IN

@MAIN

(Quiet knocks)

Dammit!

(Super loud dammit)_

(Louder knocks)

(Angry voice)

Hey MAIN. Hello

(Rooms a mess so tracking shot of walking through the room. Walks over and shuts computer.)

Pull back from computer to reveal its a game

out of corner of same shot you see the door open and the feet come closer

ONLY HUMAN save game launcher opens

Mom shuts the computer lid

INT. PAN UP IN BEDROOM TO SEE MOM

@MAIN

Aye what was that for I was in the middle of something.

@MOM

your music was way to loud.

@MAIN

why didnt you just say that why'd you have to shut my computer. Now I lost all my progress.

@MOM

Cause you weren't listening. Give me the laptop.

@MAIN

Whattt? Nah?

@MOM

Give me the laptop

@MAIN

Nahhhh

@MOM

Thats is

(Rips laptop from hands walks out the door same tracking shot with the zoom for when she exits and slams the door)

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - STEADY ZOOM IN

From end of bed MAIN from sitting up in falls back in bed super bummed.

@MAIN

Bruhhhh what

INT. BEDROOM OVERHEAD - CONTINUOUS - STEADY

Shot from above you see MAIN laying in the disheveled bed with his phone right next to him. His phone lights up. Grabs phone slowly.

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cinnamontwisp · 3 years

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“Sledding”

-----Original Message----- From: Benjamin Haskell <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Fri, Jan 1, 2021 4:17 pm Subject: Snowmobile write up After skiing in the Methow valley for over 30 years, I (Ben) thought it might be fun to see how the “other half” lives and check out snowmobiling on the extensive trail network that the area is known for almost as much as the ski trails. There is one outfit that guides snowmobile trips, so I booked a half day for me and Becky. The Chewack Ranch doesn’t have much of a website, and my pre trip phone interactions with the owners were perfunctory at best, so I had some worries about the level of professionalism compared to other guide services I’ve hired in the past. However they had been written up by a Seattle newspaper at one point, so I figured maybe they just aren’t tech savvy and spend more time ranching than doing snowmobile tours or working on their website, which would be fine by me. I wasn’t sure what to wear since I haven’t ridden before, although the website stated they had snow suits and helmets. Becky and I got up two hours earlier than we have all week, and it was snowing pretty hard on the drive there. Becky wasn’t too excited about the whole idea to begin with given noise and fumes, and since the views were socked in and it seemed like it would be cold getting snowed on driving outside for four hours, she decided it wouldn’t be worth it, and would be happier to go snowshoeing instead, even though it meant losing her trip cost. But I still wanted to go, so she agreed to pick me up afterwards. We arrived early, and there was another family waiting as well. Owner Don showed up and got things going, giving me about a 30 second intro to operating the snowmobile. No Covid precaution discussion or face covering by Don, but I was solo on a machine, outside, with my face covered by a helmet, so I felt fine. I had figured snowmobile touring would be a safe activity that way regardless since it’s pretty much socially distant by design. Don didn’t seem much for questions, definitely giving off the “if you you can’t handle it, you shouldn’t be here” vibe, but since there was a whole other family with kids and more tours scheduled this afternoon, I figured he wouldn’t let anyone get in too much trouble. The tour itself turned out to be pretty straightforward, all on packed forest service roads. The first half was flat along the Chewuch river. Not sure how, but one of the other family members got their sled stuck at one point, so Don pulled them out and we took it slow for awhile after. The family had only signed up for two hours, so we dropped them back at the ranch, then it was just me and Don. At that point we went a lot faster, which was great, and headed up higher into the mountains though the Tripod fire burn zone up to Freezeout Pass where I had driven with Becky and her parents a few years ago. The road in that area is pretty rough, so it’s very long drive during the summer at 10mph. But on snow, it’s easy to do 40mph, so it’s a much quicker way to get back in there- and certainly a lot more fun than driving! We stopped a few times along the way. Don asked if he was going too fast (we had been up to 50mph a few times), but I felt totally solid so no problem. Don’t know if he was blowing smoke up my ass, but he said he hadn’t taken a guest that fast for last couple of years. Don also went on several rants about “liberal environmentalists” from Seattle, forest service mismanagement of forest fires, lack of logging the burned trees, and over regulation of grazing rights. I figured the snowmobile crowd would have different views about a lot of things, but he didn’t hold back even though he knew I was from Seattle. Wasn’t sure if he was trying to “educate” me, or just was blowing off steam and doesn’t care who his audience is even though he is running a business, or just assumes anyone who rides a snowmobile would be of like mind. Anyway, it was entertaining if not enlightening. But the fun was the ride itself- did end up getting a bit of that floating-at-speed sensation that you get skiing, and the power is exciting like any off road motor sport. But the noise and fumes are still a drag. Even if those aspects sort of become background during a long ride, the experience didnt make me want to go out and buy a sled anytime soon- too much environmental impact, too much of a hassle with internal combustion engines. But if they ever come up with good electric version, then maybe.... We did somewhere between 40 and 50 miles total in about 3 1/2 hours of riding with a few scenic breaks, and I ended up being overdressed and almost too warm the whole time. The steering handles are heated so hands were fine, and heat flows out the foot platforms, so feet were fine too. I could have worn about half the layers I did under the snowsuit. And yes, when I dropped off the suit and helmet, Don’s wife was there to disinfect them, so I guess they acknowledge that Covid is an issue, even if it’s just an issue of governor’s order to stay in business!

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tangerinewrites · 4 years

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DAY 20: YEONJUN

11/20/2020

wc: 1640

Yeonjun feels as if deep down, he knew that K-Arts wasn’t in his future. And rather than being upset about it longer than he already was, he had decided to accept it in the end. It’s not like he an expect his parents to pay his tuition at this point. And even if he was willing to make music to go through the audition process again, he felt as if it wasn’t worth the effort if he’d be staying in college longer. After all, he felt as if he knew a good amount to get him out into the real world with his music.

So when his parents let him know that he could move out but that they won’t pay for his tuition in both K-Arts AND SNU, he accepted it. He didn’t ask any other questions and he simply told the both of them that he’d try to get out of their hair as soon as they can. It’s why he’s in the process of packing everything together to move over to San’s house. And it wasn’t that much, considering the boy practically spent most of his nights there nowadays.

As he was cleaning out his room, he hears a knock on the door. “Come in,” he says.When he turns around to see who’s at the door, he isn’t at all surprised over the fact that it was his mother. Though he didn’t get along well with the both of them, she was always the one that made an attempt to communicate with him. Not like he cared too much about that anyways, since they both preferred Seojun in the end anyways.

"Do you need help with anything?” she asks. It confuses him at first, as he wasn’t really used to her caring for him. But he doesn’t think about it too much. After all, he had to focus on getting out of here as soon as he could.

“I’m good. Thanks,” he says, sounding as polite as he could. Even if he didn’t really want to interact with her, the other woman was still his mother. So rather than talking to her, he tries his best to bring his attention on finishing his task at hand instead.

She sighs. That can’t be good. It looks like she wants to say something. “Yeonjun, can we talk? Please?”

He looks at her for a split moment and contemplates for a second on what he should do. On one hand, he could end this “polite” act with her and continue to pack just so he could get out of here as soon as he could. On the other hand, besides the fact that he didnt want to straight up be rude to her, whatever she had to say to him could be important enough to him.

So, he puts what her was holding to the side and he looks at his mother, waiting for her to say what she had to say to him. “What’s up?”

“Do you really think that your father and I don’t care about you?”

The question alarmed him, but he thankfully already knew his answer to it. He knew it a long time ago. He nodded his head.

Just from that, the woman’s face dropped. “Oh, Yeonjun. I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” he asks. “Why are you sorry?”

“I never realized how much we hurt you growing up,” she responds. “All this time, I just thought we were giving you tough love. Your father and I just thought we were giving you some advice for the future. But to know that we hurt you? That’s so…”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean? Are you saying you were not aware?” he asks with a bit of an accusatory tone. “If you were going to just give me tough love, why did you not give your oldest the same type of treatment? Just say you had a clear bias and leave.”

“That’s the thing. We only realized that after you told us on that one night,” she explains. “When you told us about how hurt you felt over the fact that we have always showed favoritism over your brother rather than you, we realized we were not treating you like proper parents. And… on behalf of both your father and I, we’re really sorry about all the pain we have caused you.”

When he listens to her apology, he wishes he can just ask her to leave his room so that he can continue cleaning. After living with them for so long, he has doubts over the possibility of them ever changing their ways for him.

So the first thing that he says after she confesses that is a statement. “You know you’re not going to change my mind about moving out, right?”

She sighs. “Is this what you really want?”

“Considering the fact that I only felt comfortable at my own friend’s house than I did with you guys, yeah. It is what I want.” He crosses his arms. “You can’t expect me to forgive you after years of you guys making me miserable. Whether it was intentional or not, you still are responsible for the negative emotions I felt in this house. So I don’t want to have to continue associating with that any longer than I have to.”

The response seems to have affected his mother a lot, but it’s not like Yeonjun regrets what he said. She knew that, too. He wouldn’t purposely say these things only to hurt her. So rather than trying to argue with her son anymore, she accepts defeat and nods her head.

“I understand,” she says, sounding defeated. Yeonjun isn’t sure if it’s genuine or if she’s just acting to get some sympathy from him. “I can’t really convince you to choose otherwise. So, all I can do is wish you the best and hope you know what you’re doing.”

He looks at her with a tight smile. “I’m not a little baby anymore, mom. I know what I want to do with my life.”

And with that, she turns to leave her room as he continues to pack his belongings to move away.

The moment he uploaded his song on a TikTok, he didn’t expect it to get as much attention as it did. So when it made its rounds to not only San’s “For You” page, but also his friends from SOPA’s, he was definitely shocked. Never did he think a song like his would ever go viral on the internet, let alone get any attention at all. The fact that even his famous friends decided to use it for their audios warmed their hearts and soon enough, he was able to get contacted by an entertainment company.

He still lives with San, thankfully. He wasn’t signed to a company that required him to dance and train. All he had to do was make music in the comfort of his own home and give it on specific due dates. And with his increasing TikTok fame, he could even promote himself on the app so that his fans could listen to it and be determined to stream. It’s strange to think about, him being able to follow his dreams in a different way than what he thought he would. But he was definitely satisfied with the results.

He decides to go LIVE on TikTok for the first time. It’s been a while since he had gone live on the app, with his schedules constantly taking up his time. If it wasn’t that, he’d also be spending too much time with San. Not like it was an issue though, considering the fact that he had been out to his fans for a couple of months now.

Like his usual LIVEs, he would joke around with his fans and answer some questions that they had about him. Obviously, he would ignore the ones that he had already answered or anything that made him uncomfortable. But there was one comment that gained his attention and he felt as if he had no choice but to answer it as soon as he saw it.

“‘I’ve been struggling a lot mentally with life, but your music always manages to make me get through it. Thank you so much for all you do, Junie.’” After he reads that, he looks at the camera with a smile. “You have no idea how happy those comments make me feel,” he says with genuine earnest in his voice. “Honestly, I want to be able to make music that could make others happy and go through difficult moments in their life. I have struggled a lot mentally in the past myself and I felt like I always needed someone to help me out. So knowing that I’m able to be that person for you really warms my heart. I’m so glad I could be that person for you. And I hope I’m like that to you all as well.”

After he says that, all his fans respond with the pleading face emoji and he finds himself laughing before he tries to imitate that face. As soon as he goes back to his normal face, he continues to read comments. “‘When’s the album coming, king?’” he laughs as soon as he sees that comment before he looks at his phone camera with a wink. “Can you guys chill? I just released a song yesterday. You can’t rush perfection!”

After he says that, he brings his phone up to his lips to whisper something. “Watch out for it in a month. If I reveal anymore, I’m going to get in trouble with my manager.”

After that, he puts his camera back on its tripod, noticing a text notification from none other than the big guy himself. Well, once a little shit, always a little shit.

#( * MTM:U - YEONJUN )#( * NANO! )

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