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#i'll probably chop it all off before i go back to school i guess i need to be long enough during the summer
bard-llama · 5 months
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20 Question Fic Writer Game
Thanks for tagging me @chickiefoo!
How many works do you have on AO3? Today, 450. Probably will go up in the next few days, though, because I enjoy posting daily when I can and I have some new content (vs new chapters to published stuff)
What is your AO3 word count? 2,177,884 🤯🤯🤯
What fandoms do you write for? Primarily, I write for the Witcher, but I spent the last year writing for Avatar, the Last Airbender. Honestly, I've written for a number of fandoms, but most of it was when I first got an AO3 account in high school and college, before I stopped writing for several years. The Witcher got me back into it, and since then, it's only been that and atla. And maybe possibly the DND movie a little bit, but I don't actually have any words on paper, so I don't think it counts.
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What are your top five fics by kudos? 1. Fire and Water (atla) 2. A Second Chance at Family (atla) 3. Five Times Geralt Frotted Against Jaskier's Ass and One Time He Fucked It (TWN) 4. 5 Dinners with the Lioness (Plus 1 with the Lion Cub) (TWN) 5. Death Rites (atla) Kinda funny that I have more Witcher Video Game (esp Iorveth/Roche) fics than any others and yet none make the top 5, but honestly, I think it's just because atla and TWN have bigger fandoms with more people. And technically, I do mostly write a rare pair... (they have 744 works now... but 146 of those are mine...)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, but honestly, I get overwhelmed really easily and I figure people would prefer if I focus my effort on writing vs trying to respond if it's a choice between the two, so...
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmmm. See, the thing is, endings are.... not something I get to that often. But the first thing that came to mind was an atla fic where Zuko gets his hands chopped off and his feet fucked up and then has to learn how to recover. In general, though, I have to write endings that are at least hopeful, if not necessarily happy.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh. I don't even know how to measure this???? Maybe Bitter Victories (Witcher)? That one starts out really angsty, but ends in the afterlife with a happily ever after (but like, kind of a bittersweet one bc they're alone in their afterlife, all their friends still alive).
Do you get hate on fics? Unfortunately, I had a fic fairly recently that I really did get a lot and that was rough. But also, when I mentioned it in the author's notes, people were really, really sweet and supportive in response. So if you get hate: delete it and seek out validation from people, because you deserve to know that the hate is bullshit. And also, the back button exists and if you're old enough to be on the internet, you're old enough to know how to use it.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have 103 Explicit fics on AO3, so... yeah. Um. The kinky kind???
Do you write crossovers? Not really? Well, I guess it depends on how you define it. I do a lot of like, crossovers between different Witcher mediums - but it's all still the same universe. I dunno that I'd ever branch into doing a whole different universe (though, just saying, Ciri's power was made for universe hopping).
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge. I hope not?
Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! It's so cool! I had a fic get translated into Russian.
Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Not really. When I was 9 or 10, my bestie and I would write together, but honestly, I like having full control over everything and my muse is unpredictable. It's best to just work alone than to have someone waiting on something I can't promise I'll deliver. That said, my process really depends on being able to talk through and brainstorm ideas with other people. It's very much collaborative, but I - or rather, my muse - has ultimate control.
What's your all-time favourite ship? Probably Iorveth/Roche (Witcher)? I mean, I've written an awful lot of them and they're the kind of characters where even if the story isn't about them, there's still a regard between them, you know?
What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? I like to believe that I will one day finish ALL my WiPs... as much of a pipe dream as that sometimes seems... (I have over 300 WiPs)
What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at character voice? And I'm decent at porn. Uh, I guess my muse is really inventive, too? And I certainly have no shortage of ideas.
What are your writing weaknesses? Description is definitely the biggest one. I am not a visual person AT ALL and so I don't really think to describe the scene much??? And I really can only give details if I've actually like, built out the floorplan or made the character design or something. There's a reason I build a lot of settings and characters in the Sims.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I mean, I've done it, I think it can be important for a scene - but I also think it's important for the reader to know what's being said, so I usually put it in brackets next to the other language, so you don't have to jump to footnotes or something.
First fandom you wrote for? BBC Merlin, I think
Favourite fic you've ever written? You expect me to choose ONE!?!?!?! (Honestly, it depends on my mood.)
This was fun! Tagging @lutes-and-dandelions, @moonlights-ordinance, @miahclone, @fantom-flower, @useless-empty-brain, anyone else who wants to???
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jeonfiles · 3 years
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once more to see you | kth 01
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pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin
genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love
synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.
warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member
music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out
a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise
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"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"
Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.
You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.
"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,
"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.
"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.
You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.
"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.
"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.
He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.
"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.
"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.
Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.
Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.
Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.
You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.
When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.
"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.
"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"
Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.
"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.
You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.
"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."
The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.
You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.
Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm
Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off
Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm
taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious
but fr where are you
Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm
doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn
doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo
taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on
Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm
class just ended i'll wait out back
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Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.
This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.
"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.
"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."
You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.
Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.
You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.
Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.
You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.
After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.
"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.
"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.
It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.
Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.
No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.
You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.
You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.
There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.
"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.
He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.
Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.
Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.
"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"
You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."
"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.
Seokjin's always been a charmer.
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You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.
You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.
Unknown: 08:39 am
Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.
Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.
Maybe I could take you out?
I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...
What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?
I really wanna make this right :)
You: 08:43 am
oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...
btw I don't like u like that
Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am
taehyung <3: 08:47 am
Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.
Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.
Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,
Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.
It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.
Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.
When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?
You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.
You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.
Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.
"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.
"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.
"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.
"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.
"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.
You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.
You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.
"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.
He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,
"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.
You were screwed.
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The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.
You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.
He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.
“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.
“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”
This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.
The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.
Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.
Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.
That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.
How could you ever repay him?
Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.
She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.
“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.
“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.
“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.
Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.
“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.
You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.
This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.
The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.
“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?
“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.
“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.
He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.
Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.
Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.
“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.
First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.
Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.
Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.
His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.
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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3
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thatgoblin · 3 years
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Chris Redfield and Leon Kennedy x Rookie Reader Headcannons
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Leon
At first you were in awe of your lead. THE Leon S. Kennedy was showing you the ropes and helping train you for the job you'd dreamed of. Hero worship was common in this line of work, but you did your best to keep it to a minimum. You didn't want to embarrass yourself after all.
In place of that hero worship came this insatiable need to make Leon proud. Whether it was memorizing and nailing every written exam or physical test, you wanted to earn his praise.
You worked hard, harder than almost everyone it seemed. Leon never saw you slacking and saw how serious you were about the job. Protecting people was what you had always wanted to do with your life.
So when the grades came back that you weren't doing so hot, you were mortified. How could you let this happen? You didn't slack off, you studied everything you could get your hands on, hell you watched instructional videos on YouTube before bed! But you still weren't making a passing grade.
You thought you would be okay with the physical part, but no matter how hard you trained, no matter the extra hours you put in, you just couldn't seem to get what everyone else did. The moves were simple, why couldn't you just grasp them?
The only thing you thought you had going for you was the firing range, but even that was less than acceptable. Every time you tried to do something the pressure got to you and you messed up. You were so busy trying to make sure you didn't fail Leon that you were failing yourself.
It was when you were called into your commanding officer's office to speak about your grades that you were sure you were done. You were given two weeks that were used for break to study and practice and retest. But you'd already had nearly four months and the best you could do was subpar.
You were in your room, packing your bags because you knew you were going to be kicked out of the program when Leon showed up.
"Hey, Kid, you leaving for break?" He asked as he leaned against the door frame of your dorm.
"Uh. . . No," you said, hanging your head in shame. "I'm flunking out. Figured that it would just be easier to pack my bag now than wait later till I was officially asked to leave."
"What? How are you flunking?" Leon asked, straightening up. "I watch you every day and you're one of the hardest working cadets I've seen."
"Hard work doesn't mean much when you can't apply it correctly," you said. "I can't get the fighting technique right, the written exams are all a bust, and I can't even shoot a gun right. I don't deserve to be here."
"Have you asked for help or for someone to tutor you? That's what I'm here for, you know," he said, moving into the room to sit on the bed next to you.
You stared at the floor as you took a deep breath, feeling all the insecurities come rushing through to the surface.
"I didn't want to disappoint you," you said. "I mean, I wanted to do it all myself without help. I wanted to make you proud that you were my lead. If I was always asking for help, what good does that do? It shows that I can't do something on my own and need my hand held like some baby."
Leon sighed as he folded his hands together between his knees.
"I get it. I do. Wanting to make your leader proud and show how good you are, but we're a team here. No one is by themselves. You're only so good as your team is and if you're not doing well then that's a reflection on us," he said.
"Oh god, are you guys getting in trouble because of me?" You asked, looking at him horrified that you were possibly making things hard for your team.
"No, no, I mean. . . We're a team for a reason. You have to lean on us and trust us so when we need to, we can lean on you and trust you. If you need help studying or practicing outside of classes, I'll help you. That's why I'm here. It can be hard to ask for help in any situation cause it means you're admitting to a weakness, but that's okay. That's how we get stronger as individuals and as a team," Leon said.
You nod with a sigh. "I have two weeks to get better before I officially am asked to leave. I don't know if I can do it on my own," you said. "Can you help me?"
"Of course. I've got your back, Kid," Leon said, giving you a soft smile.
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Chris
The B.S.A.A. was not for rookies, but they needed recruits so here you were. They provided training on weapons, protocol, how to work the gear, basically everything. Because they wanted everyone to be a well oiled machine out in the field, they made sure if you couldn't cut it that you didn't make it out of training. It was life and death and while they needed the hands, they weren't sending people out to die.
The trainers rotated to take classes of trainees. You were lucky enough to get the legendary Chris Redfield for your class leader. He would be teaching everything and making sure that everyone was ready. You had heard of him before, knowing that he was a weathered agent and could almost do anything was daunting.
Which was probably why you tried to avoid him at all costs in one on one situations. He wasn't mean or an ass, but he was intimidating. His stature and history were more than enough to show he knew exactly what he was talking about. You didn't want to feel stupid or embarrass yourself, so you kept him at a distance as you worked almost on your own.
Sure there were classes and work that you were trained in, but just the fear of being the weak link in front of others was hindering you. All of your tests and physical training was mediocre at best. Sure there were people that weren't going to cut it obviously, but you were much closer to their end of the spectrum than the other end that was running circles around you.
It wasn't that you couldn't do it. You could, but sometimes you froze up because your hands did something your mind didn't want to do or nerves made you stutter and stumble over your words. Everyone in the class at least had a background in the military or the police force or FBI or CIA or some other group that was similar to this.
You on the other hand did not. You came from a more technical background rather than a physical one. While you were miles ahead on the written tests, the physical ones were going to kill your career.
So when the notice went out that you were on the chopping block to be let go unless you could prove you were capable of being in the field, you weren't surprised.
Half of you wanted to keep trying, but the other half was telling you to pack up and go. You weren't unique or special, so why bother to continue to try?
It was when you were were working with one of the large guns by the shooting range, that Chris approached you. Before then, you two hadn't said a word to each other outside of the classes or even directly to each other.
So when his large frame took a seat across from you, folding his hands on the table after setting a file next to him, watching you with the gun, you weren't sure what to think.
"Hi," you said, freezing as you looked from the gun to him.
"Y/N, right?" He asked. You nodded as you set the pieces of gun on the table. "Why are you here?"
Oh Jesus, no. Why now? Why here?
"Uh," you said, blinking rapidly as your brain tried to come up with an answer. "Because I wanna help people."
"That's usually the answer I get," he said, sitting back to let his hands drop into his lap. "That or 'to kill bio weapons.' That's also a popular one."
"Yeah?" You said, unsure of what he was getting at.
"But I don't think it's why you're here," Chris said. "Because I think you don't know why you're here." Opening the file, you could see it was all information about you. Your background, schooling, family, credit score, even online usernames. They had everything. "When I was looking through the potential trainee's info, you struck me as odd. It's not exactly an every day thing that we get people who are more tech inclined rather than have a police or military background, but it happens. Usually they wash out though and end up in our research department."
"But I don't want to be in the research department," you said, frowning. Was he going to push you over to that section of the organization? You didn't want to be there though, otherwise you would have applied there.
"Every time I talk to someone and they have the chance to go to research after speaking to them about it, they take it," Chris said. "They figured out they can't cut doing the ground work so they move to a different field, but not you. I see you everyday in training, working your ass off to keep up with everyone and you almost make it. Not quite, but almost. Almost isn't going to cut it out on a mission."
"I know, I just. . . I'm working on it," you said, trying not to sound hateful or rude as your hands started to move on autopilot, putting your gun back together. "I'm really trying and I just can't get over this stupid hump that's holding me back."
"What's that? What's holding you back?" Chris asked.
"Me. I'm holding myself back," you said with a sigh. "I second guess everything because everyone around me has the experience that I don't, but I know I can do it. I just choke when it's time to act."
"I know you have some experience that they don't," Chris said. You nodded, understanding what he was talking about.
"I was a kid when it happened, I could barely call it working experience," you said, pushing the empty magazine into the gun.
"It was for Sherry Birkin," Chris said. "Raccoon City for a 9 year old isn't something to sniff at. From what the reports said, you were by yourself for three days before you made it out."
"Yeah," you said, nodding as you moved to the handgun next, disassembling it easily. "Hid in my apartment till I saw military trucks driving by then ran out."
"You lost your whole family to what we're training you to fight," Chris said, keeping his eyes on your hands as your fingers moved without faltering as you put the gun back together. "You were a kid when that happened. I say it still counts for experience that no one else really has. You know what you're doing with the infected and you know what it's like in the aftermath. We need people who know what it's like so that we can stop it from happening again."
"So what do you propose?" You asked, looking up as you finished putting the handgun back together. "After school training? Tutoring? Or do you want me to be counselor for survivors or shove me off to R and D?"
Chris chuckled as he closed the folder to look up at your face.
"I'm not gonna cut you," he said. "You know what you're doing and you're right. You're hang up is yourself. I'm gonna work with you to get over it. It's probably one the easiest things to work through really."
"You mean I can stay?" You asked, relaxing back into the chair, not even realizing you had grown so tense.
"Yeah. I just watched you take those weapons apart and put them back together in record time without even pausing," he said, pointing to the guns in front of you. "I want to work with you, Y/N. This isn't going to be an easy fight, but I really believe you have what it takes to be a good B.S.A.A. agent."
"Thank you, Sir," you said, smiling softly. "I appreciate that."
"You're welcome. We'll start some one on one combat training tomorrow before class. You're going to be working double what the others are, but it'll be for the best in the long run," he said.
"Whatever it takes, I'll do what I need to," you said.
"Glad to here it. Now, while we're here in the shooting range, let's test your aim."
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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years
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Maybe if u write a fluffy malec one shot I'll un-hate you :(
I wrote you an entire fucking fic. I hope it’s fluffy enough, you lil mix. You better un-hate me immediately :)
Alexander [Redacted] Lightwood
“Is it Godfrey?” Magnus asked. “Sounds a bit ancient, doesn't it?”
Alec poured the coffee into his mug and shook his head quietly.
“How about Gavin?” Magnus asked again.
“Gavin sounds like a stockbroker who cheats on his wife,” Alec pointed out.
“Weirdly specific,” Magnus chuckled. “Giuseppe?”
“I am not Italian, Magnus!!” Alec pointed out exasperatedly as he flopped down next to his boyfriend on the couch.
“That's true. You are too pale to pull off the Mediterranean aesthetic,” Magnus kissed him on the temple. “George? Gaston? Gustaf? Garibaldi?”
Alec couldn't help but giggle. “Do people really name their children Garibaldi?”
“Come on,” Alexander!” Magnus brought out the pout. “Tell me what it is!!”
“Nope,” Alec kissed him on the nose this time. “Suffer in silence.”
Magnus let out an exasperated breath.
Ever since Isabelle had accidentally slipped that Alec has a middle name, Magnus had been hell bent on finding it out.
“I just don't like knowing things,” Magnus had pointed out. “And it’s so weird not to know your boyfriend’s middle name!!”
“That's true,” Jace had interrupted unnecessarily as always. “Clary’s middle name is Adele. It’s beautiful. Everything about her is so beautiful.”
Magnus had gestured widely at Jace, as if he had a seizure. “I cannot believe we are losing to Jace and Clary.”
“Babe, it’s not a competition,” Alec had chuckled.
“That’s loser talk,” Jace had snickered and Alec had kicked him in the shin.
“OUCH!!!” Jace had said a little too dramatically. “Magnus, why don't you just steal his driving license or go to his high school or bribe Maryse? They are all easy options.”
“No,” Magnus had said seriously. “No cheating. I want Alec to say it from his own mouth.”
“That’s not gonna happen,” Alec had poked out his tongue.
“Fine,” Magnus had said that day. “Then I will guess it myself.”
Alec remembered laughing at his boyfriend’s antics but had been briefly concerned when he had woken up to Magnus sitting next to him on the bed with a phone book in his hands.
“Where did you even get that?” Alec had laughed. “Do they even print these things anymore?”
“I went to the library first thing in the morning,” Magnus had explained hastily. “Alright. Chop chop. Time to face your destiny...Gus?.”
“Not even close,” Alec had giggled and gone back to sleep.
It had almost been a week since then and Magnus had not stopped. His siblings told him that Magnus would eventually give up but Alec knew his boyfriend better.
“Alec, I know you don't want me to tell me your middle name,” Magnus said quietly one day.
The tone had scared him a little. Maybe Magnus didn't like the fact that Alec kept things from him. Maybe this little game had gone too far. Maybe Magnus had given up like his siblings had predicted. Maybe Magnus had given up on him in more ways than one.
“You don't want to tell me because you are ashamed,” Magnus said quietly. “Because it’s Gertrude.”
“I-” Alec spluttered. “What now?”
“Your parents were probably drunk and they named you Gertrude,” Magnus said more cheerfully this time. “Admit it. You are ashamed.”
Alec chastised his brain for getting unnecessarily angsty and walked over to Magnus.
“It’s not Gertrude,” he had told his boyfriend. “But I can change it to that if you want.”
Magnus had yelled in exasperation and gone into the balcony for “further brainstorming.”
He wasn't going to give up any time soon, was he?
“Gabriel, darling,” Magnus said as he kissed Alec that night and Alec almost choked.
“Who the fuck is Gabriel?” Alec demanded.
“It isn't you?” Magnus asked innocently, getting off Alec’s lap. “Are you a Gordon, then?”
“Do I look like a Gordon” Alec looked at himself worriedly.
“Is it Geralt?” Magnus asked. “You like a Geralt.”
“Babe, that’s the blonde buffy guy you like from that TV show,” Alec pointed out with a giggle.
“For a minute I thought you were talking about Jace,” Magnus giggled back.
“Jace isn't that buffy,” Alec mumbled and pulled Magnus back into his lap.
It went on like this for another week or so. Magnus being relentless - and Alec enjoying the whole thing a little too much.  Their friends had even started a bet to see if Magnus would guess it before Christmas.
But then it stopped. Magnus hadn't guessed any names the entire day and Alec had oddly missed it. He came home from work that day to find Magnus sitting on the couch, twirling something in this hands.
“Alec, I need to ask you something,” he said seriously.  
“No, my name isn't Gibson,” Alec had teased as he locked the door behind him.
He turned around and his briefcase dropped to the ground and his hand flew to his mouth in shock.
Magnus was on the floor.
On his knees.
Holding a ring.
“Alec, I need to ask you something,” he said again - softly this time.
“I will ask the wedding invitation printers not to use my middle name,” Alec blabbered.
“I don't care,” Magnus had smiled. “You can print your name as Gertrude on the wedding invitations and I still wouldn't care.”
Alec raised a brow. “So you are not proposing just so you can find out my middle name?”
He had to ask. It was exactly the kind of ridiculous nonsense his Magnus was known for.
“No,” Magnus replied calmly. “I am proposing because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Alec’s heart softened and knees buckled at that. He slid down to the floor in front of Magnus and laid a soft kiss on his lips.
“Alright then,” he grinned. “Proceed.”
“Alexander,” Magnus breathed out his name like a prayer. “I don't want your middle name. I only want your heart. The middle part, the top part, the corners - every single of bit of it. For I will cherish it and protect it for as long I shall live. So, will you do me the honour? Will you marry me, Alexander...”
Magnus waited hopefully - his eyes shining.
“Gideon,” Alec chuckled and shook his head. “It’s Gideon.”
Magnus’ grinned at that. “Gideon.”
“It’s a little underwhelming, I admit,” Alec pointed out sheepishly and wondered if he should change it to something more exotic like..Geralt or even Garibaldi.
Magnus leaned froward and pressed their foreheads together.
“There is nothing underwhelming about you, Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”
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imagines-choices · 3 years
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Pasta - Bryce Lahela x MC
[ Bryce x MC (Kaylee) ]
Summary: you decide to help Bryce cook for him and his sister, him making a mess at some point
Author's note: this took place in the second book chapter 5 in Bryce's apartment, I just made a little bit of changes at the end
Warnings: slightly steamy
Word Count: 1,992
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You eyed the bag of groceries right in front of you. "So what are you going to do with all those?"
"I dunno. Hope for the best? Unless... there's a chance you know how to cook?" Bryce replied, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"Of course I do. I'm an adult."
"Ohmygod. Could you help me out?" Before you could even respond, he knelt down to the ground and looked up at you with those eyes of his.
"Please, Kaylee. I'd owe you the world's biggest favor." How could you say no to that? He could be really persuasive sometimes. Bryce and Keiki agreed on making your suggestion, pasta, and before you know it, you were already taking out some of the groceries and laying them out on the countertop. Bryce examines everything laid in front of him on the counter with a clueless expression.
"So what happens first?"
"Where's your pot?" Bryce walked towards one of his cabinets, and opened it, revealing the pans and pots stored in it, before taking one.
"First I need you to put a pot of water on to boil."
"Excellent. That is the one cooking thing I already know how to do." Bryce smiled as he enthusiastically filled the pot with water.
"Boiling water isn't cooking, Bryce. It's so basic it's not even a skill." Keiki suddenly commented from the living room, shaking her head. You watched as the two debated about their cooking skills for a couple of seconds and rolled your eyes, a smile on your face at their ridiculousness.
"Hey Keiki, if you wanna provide commentary you'll have to do it from over here. Preferably while helping." At that, Keiki threw the remote she was holding and strides over to the kitchen, looking at all the stuff you've done so far.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Why don't you keep an eye on the water and add the noodles once it boils? Bryce can use his surgical skills to chop the vegetables and I'll start browning the meat." I suggested, taking the noodles and placing it beside her.
"I can definitely chop stuff." Bryce added as he started washing the veggies. A moment of silence passed by as I looked at Keiki. Her and Bryce had the resemblance, and if I were to see them at first, I'd say they're siblings.
"So, Keiki what was it like growing up with this guy for a big brother?" I asked, propping my elbow on the counter as I leaned against the wall, right beside Bryce.
"I dunno. He skipped out when I was in elementary school." Bryce gave her a look, both defending and guilty.
"I didn't skip out, I went to college." He argued, pausing from cutting the vegetables.
"And never came back."
"I called."
"Yeah. Thanks."
"You guys must have been close at some point, if you've come all the way here to stay with him now." You barged in, trying to defuse some of the tension.
"...I guess he used to be pretty funny."
"Used to be?" Bryce looked at her in disbelief, feigning a look of hurt. You laughed and agreed with Keiki, which caused Bryce to turn his gaze of disbelief at you now. You turned your back on Bryce to hide the grin that was making its way into your face, taking the beef off the heat and replacing it with the veggies Bryce chopped up.
"Can you open the jar of pasta sauce?" You asked Bryce, not taking your eyes off your task. Bryce mumbled a simple 'sure' before grabbing the jar from the countertop. You heard grunts and looked beside you where Bryce was struggling to open the jar.
"You good?" Keiki asked, more amused than concerned at his failed efforts.
"Just– peachy–" He struggled for a few more seconds in a weird position, the jar faced slightly upwards, before the jar burst open when you weren't paying attention. Keiki casually stepped out of the way as the sauce flew all over the place, mostly on you and your hair.
"Bryce!" His eyes widened and he tried to stifle his laugh, failing miserably. That's it. You grabbed the remains of what was left in the jar and threw it at Bryce. And again, Keiki stepped out of the way, all too amused at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Bryce covered his eyes as the sauce dripped down from his head. He grabbed a good amount of the sauce and held you in place, rubbing it all over your arm before starting to run away.
"Oh no you don't." You grabbed him by his arm and tackled him down, pinning him on the ground. Keiki rolled her eyes and stepped into the room to give you two some privacy as you fought each other. The room was filled with you and Bryce's laughs, and of course, the pasta sauce.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He frantically apologized as you were about to pour the rest of the sauce on his face. You put the jar down and the both of you laughed. Just then you were aware that you were straddling him, splotches of the sauce dripping down from your hair.
"You're staring." Bryce raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. You quickly snapped out of it and muttered a quick apology, but before you could climb off his lap, Bryce held your hips in place and leaned upwards, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You kissed him back, not caring about the mess the two of you made for a moment.
"You taste like sauce." You laughed once the two of you parted and stood up.
"We better clean this up." Bryce suggested as he took off his dirty shirt and washed his hands in the sink. He took some cleaning supplies and started mopping the floor. At least it was only the floor that's messy.
"You should probably shower. You can use mine and ask Keiki to take one of my shirts and lend you a towel." He went back to moping before pausing to look at you with a knowing look. "Or... we could save water and shower together."
"I doubt your sister would appreciate that."
"You bet I wouldn't. Here." Keiki appeared, handing your clothes. You were surprised at how quick the girl managed to find you a set of clothes. She led you to the bathroom, and you thanked her before completely enjoying yourself in the shower.
A few minutes later, you were out of the shower in Bryce's shirt and shorts, hair dripping wet.
"My turn." Bryce said as he walked into the bathroom, and you took notice of the clean kitchen he just finished cleaning. You finished up the pasta, despite it being cold, and silently thanked Bryce in your head for buying two jars of pasta sauce. You called Keiki who was sitting on the living room sofa, plating the food you just made, and setting it down on the table. With amazing timing, Bryce walked out of his room, hair still wet, and walked towards the dining table. You tried not to focus on his shirtless form, the lower part of his body merely covered with a towel and leaving the rest to your imagination.
"Ew quit the tension." You regained focus as Keiki snapped at the both of you, Bryce grinning from ear to ear as he slid a shirt on.
"You so did that on purpose." You gently nudged Bryce on the side as he sat beside you, and he gave you a cheeky grin.
"I don't know what you mean." He shrugged, the smile still evident on his face. He sniffed the smell of the meatballs laid out right in front of you and nonchalantly hummed to himself.
"Smells good." He said, before trying to take a piece of meatball from your plate. You slapped his hand away as it was just inches away from the meatball. Pouting, he dug into his own plate, you and Keiki following afterwards.
"This is delicious."
"It's pretty good."
"You're welcome." The three of you finished up the rest of your dinner and talked for about half an hour before Keiki yawned and stood up.
"Is there a bed I can crash on?" Bryce looked up at Keiki and pointed towards the door near us.
"Take mine. Just don't go snooping around in there." Quickly thanking you for dinner, Keiki heads to Bryce's room and you heard the door slam close before Bryce sighed beside you. He got up to put the dirty dishes in the sink before sitting on the couch. You saw his tired out face, dark circles under his eyes evident as you made your way towards him, frowning. For a moment he looked up at you before staring at the TV that was right in front of him, and patted the couch next to him. You took that as your signal to sit down and you couldn't help the worry that edged onto your face as you stared at his worned out state. He leaned back and rested his head against the back of the couch with a wince.
"Looks like I'm sleeping here tonight." Your frown slowly turned into a smile as something came into mind.
"Bryce... so what you're saying is that we're currently in bed together..." You trailed off and Bryce grins at you, the traces of his sadness gone in an instant.
"That's exactly right." His grin grew even wider, and before you could process what was happening, he was pouncing on you, capturing your lips in his own. You let out a giggle as he grabbed your side and tried pushing the both of you into a more comfortable spot. His tongue slowly parted your lips, granting him access as he pushed you back into the soft cushions.
"Mmm..." He let out a groan as your tongues met, gently stroking at your waist. You hastily tugged his shirt over his head, flinging it aside before feeling him all over.
"I've missed this view." You said in between kisses, your hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
"All you ever have to do is ask." You let out a moan as he kisses you harder, his body pressing urgently against you, and you whined when he parted the kiss. "Besides you just saw me shirtless."
"Shut up." You pulled him back to you and wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips pressing hard, but softly at the same time against his. The hardness in between his legs was very much prominent and pressing against you, showcasing his evident need for you. You slowly rocked your hips forward, earning a loud groan from Bryce as he raked his hands up the back of your -his- shirt.
The both of you were fighting for dominance, you pushing him back against the couch, when he slowly unclasped your bra. You quickly held his hand and parted from the kiss to stop him.
"We... we should stop." You were panting as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck to your collarbone, his hands running up and down your sides. "I don't think your kid sister would appreciate us making love in the living room while she's trying to sleep."
Bryce groaned and reluctantly pulled away from you, eyeing your face as you reached back to clasp your bra. "Or... we could just... you know, try to stay quiet."
"Bryce!" You smacked his arm before getting off him, the lack of heat and touch in his lap made him groan once more in annoyance. 
"You better fix that." You pointed and laughed at his current state, enjoying him covering his face with his hands as he walked towards the bathroom. You looked at the clock, and written on it was 11.30 p.m. Guess I'm staying here for the night.
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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years
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Her Heavy Cross
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Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 2.5k
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
Part 6 Part 8
Part 7
Liam's phone rang. He ignored it and let it go to voicemail. When it rang again, he made a noise of disgust and took his phone out of his pocket to look at it. "It's my publicist. I had better take this."
Liam answered the phone and went outside to talk. I turned the oven on and started to unpack the groceries. Then I got the roast, put it in a baking tray, poured olive oil over the top and seasoned it with salt and some pepper. I got out some onions and garlic and started to cut them up to place around the roast to give it some added flavour.
"That looks great," Liam said when he came back in.
"Thanks," I said, and I gave him a grin. I took the tray and put it in the oven. I got my phone and put an alarm on, giving myself time to cook the veggies before they finished. A thought came to me, and before I could bite my tongue, I said, "They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"Really?" Liam licked his lips, looked down at his pants and said, "I'd say they were aiming too high."
It took me a minute to work out what the joke was. When I finally did, I couldn't help but laugh and hide my face in my hands.
"You've gone so red!" Liam appeared to be having fun with my inability to control my blushes.
"Oh, my God!" I said, still hiding my face and laughing. "Alright, that was funny."
It took me a while to stop laughing. When I did, Liam said sombrely, "Sweetheart, I have to tell you something."
"Uh, oh, it doesn't sound good."
"It's not bad. I don't know how you will feel about it." Liam then told me that his publicist had called to let him know there were pictures put on Instagram and Twitter of the two of us kissing at the pub last night. "Your name hasn't been mentioned, and the photos look to be shot from pretty far away on a mobile, so someone in the pub took the pictures. Sarah says they probably aren't going to tell who you are by the pictures unless someone who knows you well comes forward."
I think if my eyes bulged out of my head any further, they would have fallen out and rolled on the floor. "That quick?" It was all I could think to say.
"Yeah. It's hard to know what will come out and when. A lot of times I go out, and no one notices me, but other times I have paps or members of the public following me for hours."
"Who's Sarah?"
"My publicist." Liam reached across the bench and took my hand in his. "Are you ok?"
"You say they don't know who I am?" Liam nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't happy but what was I going to do about it? I picked at my nails. I needed to paint them; the pale pink polish was starting to chip.
"You ok?" Liam asked again
I shrugged. "Your life is weird."
Liam chucked. "You keep telling me that."
"So, what happens now?"
"Well, usually Sarah would say to private all social media, but she had a look and said she could only find a Facebook profile for you which was already private. Do you have any others? Instagram? Twitter? Snapchat?"
"No. I have a YouTube account that I use to watch videos, but that isn't linked to my real name or email. Also, a Tumblr account, again not associated with my name. And no pictures of me."
"Tumblr?" He raised an eyebrow. His fucking lip twitched.
"I was a confused 22-year-old ok?" I said a bit defensively. "I haven't used it in years," I remembered then the dating site we met on. I quickly logged on and selected the options to hide the account.
"Ok, well, there's not much else right now. A few rags called Sarah for comment. She said the standard no comment and asked for my privacy to be respected. The rest is up to you."
"Up to me?" I asked, confused. "What's up to me?"
"When you want to confirm the relationship and release your name."
"Liam, I met you less than 24 hours ago and have known you only a few months. I'm not ready for that. I like you a lot, but maybe you pick your nose and eat it, and I'll have to dump your arse tomorrow and then it's been a big song and dance over nothing." I joked. The mood had gotten too heavy for me. I wanted to talk about something else.
"Sweetheart, I'd never do that." He smiled sweetly, "I'd make you eat it."
"Ewww!" I screamed.
"Get over here." He chased me around the bench, and after a few evasions and some more squeals, he caught me. Perrin came in through the doggy door and barked at Liam a few times. Our behaviour obviously scandalised him. "Perrin," I called. "Come here, boy."
"You think your dog can save you?"
"Of course, he's very protective of my honour."
"We will see about that." Liam bent over, and I thought he was going to tackle me. Instead of flying backwards, I was hoisted forward and found myself over his shoulder. I screamed as I heard a loud crack, my hands flying to my bum.
"Did you just smack my arse?" I must admit I was finding all the manhandling arousing. I wasn't going to let him know that, though.
"Yes, I did. Want another?" Liam was heading down the hallway, taking me to the bedroom.
I giggled. "No!"
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Liam quoted. Shakespeare sounded good with his accent. I giggled some more, and I got another one. Yes, very arousing.
Liam hummed. "I quite like the view here." He rubbed my bottom and took me into my bedroom.
I was very close to his round bum. "This view is not so bad either," I said and smacked his arse. Unfortunately, it probably hurt me more than it hurt him. His butt was tight!
Liam dropped me onto the bed at that point, and the look on his face was hysterical. I couldn't stop laughing, and tears were rolling down my face. Then I did the most embarrassing thing: I snorted.
That was it. Both of us couldn't stop. Every time I calmed enough to think I could speak, one look at Liam's face, and I'd be off again.
Eventually, we stopped, and I was able to say, "Oh my God, your face! That was so bloody funny." I wiped my eyes.
"I think that may have been the first time someone's done that to me."
"Really? Didn't you go to an all-boys school?"
"Yes, but it wasn't the US." Liam tried suppressing a grin as he said, "we got ball taps."
I tried not to laugh. I really did. "Oh, my God!" I was off again.
We watched the original Mad Max before I had to go and finish dinner. I was horrified when Liam said he hadn't seen it before. I immediately made him watch it. He said it was ok, the concept was great, but he didn't love it. I told him he needed a brain scan.
When I went to make dinner, Liam offered to help, but I told him not to be silly.
Liam sat at the kitchen bench chatting to me while I chopped and blanched the vegetables. After a while, he said he had to call Sarah and his assistant Ryan to make sure he had organised the dog walker to take Cole for a walk and play.
"Any update from Sarah?" I asked Liam when he returned. I feigned disinterest while I finished slicing the roast.
"All the same right now. Some sites have posted the pictures, saying I was spotted drinking with an "unknown female companion." The pictures have circulated a bit on Twitter, but it's mostly just by fans. They haven't hit the mainstream yet. It's all fairly standard, and it will go away by tomorrow by the looks of it."
"Good," I said. A look I couldn't interpret passed over Liam's face. He masked it pretty quickly. I opened my mouth to ask if he was ok but shut it again. I said, instead, "dinner's ready." I passed Liam his plate.
"Thank you," Liam said, leaning over to kiss me before eating. I watched as he cut up some beef and started chewing. "Pretty good. Almost as good as Mum's," he teased with a wink.
I elbowed him, and God bless him; he pretended it hurt.
We ate in silence for a while. I gave a few pieces to Perrin. He was so old, and I couldn't help but spoil him occasionally. He won't be around forever.
After dinner, Liam insisted on helping me clean up, and we stacked the dishwasher. Watching him bend over, his jeans straining as he put the plates in, stirred some feelings. Erotic feelings.
"Want to watch another movie?" He asked.
"Not really," I said. "I'm in the mood for some dessert."
"Ice-cream? I can't have any, but you can."
"Not ice-cream," I said, shaking my head. I looked at him with my very best bedroom eyes.
"What do you want then? Want me to go to the shops?" He said, not catching on. I put my arms around his waist. "If you let me borrow your car, I'll go. I can just go on my own."
"No, you wombat." I met his hips with mine, his eyes widened. "What I want is right here." I wriggled against him. Liam grinned widely, his cheeks creasing in such a sexy way.
"I thought you were shy."
"I am getting used to you," I said. "The real me is coming out." The truth of my words took me by surprise. I looked away, second-guessing myself. Why did I do that?
"I like her," Liam said hoarsely. If he hadn't spoken then, I think I would have stopped. But when his hands went into my hair, and he pulled, stretching my throat, I knew I wasn't going to stop. He kissed me there, and his teeth grazed my skin. My fingers reached under his shirt, and they gripped his back. My nails dug into his skin.
"Bedroom?" I whispered.
"Bedroom," he agreed and walked me backwards to my room.
"You promised me something earlier today," Liam said in between kisses. We were close to my bed.
"What's that?"
He stopped kissing me and cupped my face with his hands. "You said I could undress you."
Liam took hold of my t-shirt and waited. I nodded. He slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head before dropping it to the ground. He tilted his head as if contemplating and gently turned me around.
I felt Liam gather my hair and put it over my shoulder. He caressed my back with his fingertips, making me shiver with pleasure. I heard him give a satisfied hum before undoing my bra. He turned me around again and took hold of my bra straps, pulling them down my arms.
When I dropped my bra beside my shirt, Liam took a step back. He looked me up and down, his eyes hungry. I wanted to cover myself under his intense gaze, my earlier courage wavering under his scrutiny.
My arms started to move, and he gave me a stern look. "You're not thinking of hiding now, are you?"
I shook my head and forced my arms back by my sides. "Good, because I want to look. You're quite the sight." As if to emphasise his point, he adjusted himself through his pants. I felt a thrill of excitement flow through me and felt the familiar throbbing between my legs.
Liam got down on his knees and kissed my belly. His rough stubble tickled. "Your skin is so soft," he said in a low voice. He undid my jeans and kissed a trail down as he unzipped me. His breath was warm, and I felt it through the cotton of my briefs, his last kiss placed just above my slit.
It was almost agony. I moaned at his teasing breath and lips. Then Liam pulled down my underwear and kissed my mound. I felt his tongue part my lips, and when he found what he was looking for, he flattened his tongue and moaned into me.
I didn't know what to do. For a moment, I wanted to stop Liam, but it felt too good. I could feel my resolve waning. I didn't want to wait. Why should we wait? What was I waiting for? I had to stop thinking and go with it, enjoy him, enjoy the experience. I put my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked at me. He seemed to remember what I liked, and soon I was close to my peak.
One of his fingers played at my entrance. I silently begged for Liam to put it in. My core was desperate to be filled. His finger slowly entered me, and I was lost. I needed him. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel more of him inside me, have him fill me.
I felt like this was the moment. If I don't ask Liam now, I probably never would. If I didn't want him now, why am I even allowing this to happen? I wanted him. He excited me like no one had done since Andy. He had knocked down the defences I'd built to keep myself alone. Keep me in my grief and guilt. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I wanted to feel desired again.
"Fuck me?" I asked. The words just tumbled out. I knew at that moment I would beg if I had to. "Please, Liam, I want you to fuck me."
I wasn't sure if Liam heard me. He increased his attention, and I felt the pressure building. His hand gripped my arse, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. The short rough hair on his cheeks and chin tickled against my thighs. My legs buckled. I couldn't stand up anymore. He held me there while I panted and moaned, seeking release.
I felt my climax arrive like a bolt of lightning. It was sudden and intense. My body contracted as waves of pleasure exploded over me. Short, wordless shouts came from my mouth until it was over. I collapsed onto the bed.
I laid there a while, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. Liam was shuffling around and heard his belt come undone. I felt the bed dip, and I opened my eyes to find Liam naked, climbing up the bed until his face was above mine.
Liam supported some of his weight with one hand and laid on me, our whole bodies skin to skin. He was warm to touch, and he almost felt hot to my now cooled skin.
"Ask me again," Liam said.
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shotosbabie · 5 years
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Reverse quirk hcs||
Headcanon recipe: Kirishima and Todoroki gets hit by a age changing quirk that makes them into kids again!
Headcanon flavours: Kirishima Eijirou and Todoroki Shouto
Headcanon requester: Anon
Gif is not mine! I may or may not have made this too long ⊙~⊙
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One scoop of Kirishima:
🦈Kirishima would be in the wrong place and in the wrong time as he had no time to react, the villain creating a purple like smoke surround Kirishima and fledding the scene
🦈Kirishima bursted in a fit of coughs before the clouds cleared up. He waved the smoke away as he saw his hands, they were tiny, the world became taller, he dashed his way to school
🦈He showed the gate guard his I.D, the guard looked down to see a child with red spiky hair, just like the picture, he was confused as to why he looked like a kid but waved it off and let him in
🦈The other kids were looking at Kirishima and whispering about why there was a kid version of Kirishima at school, Kirishima slid the door open, ushering his classmates voices, they look at the door but no one was standing there
🦈You were talking to Midoriya when the door opened, checking if it was Kirishima, you walked towards the door, confused, you went closer to what seem to be a smaller version of your boyfriend, going down to his size and asking him
🦈"Kirishima? What happened?" He looks up to you and wrapped his short arms around your neck, lifting him up, "A villian stopped me on the way to school and set out a cloud of purple smoke and all I knew I was turned small" he said in a small voice
🦈"We'll ask Aizawa about this later, but for now let's go sit you down", as of on cue, Aizawa tiredly comes in and everyone sat down, Iida raised his hand, "Yes, Iida?" Aizawa lazily said. "Kirishima got hit by villian's quirk this morning which resulted in him turning into a kid" he said in a 'matter of fact' voice, "We'll deal with this later, its too early in the morning, I'll take attendance and you will all go to All Might to train"
🦈After training with All Might, you led Kirishima to Aizawa as he asked, Aizawa asked "Do you remember the villian's face?" "Yes, he was wearing a navy tuxedo, a kitsune mask and a top hat, a pretty weird villian costume if you ask me" Kirishima answered, "We have a lead, but the effect wouldn't last long, maybe tomorrow you'll be back to normal but for now Y/N will take care of you" he said
🦈"Oh! I like that idea a lot!" Kirishima said, taking your hand and running out of the class, "What do you want to do?" You asked "Um maybe we can hang at the dorms? Im pretty beat" he said yawning and stretching his arms, "Okay let's go" as you walked back to the dorms
🦈You and Kirishima head to the common room, sitting on couch, Kirishima climbed up your chest, laying down on top of you. "You don't mind if I rest here for a bit right?" He asked cutely, "Of course not, you do this almost all the time even if you aren't kid sized. Kirishima was fast asleep as you slept soundly with him. After some hours passsd, you got woken up to the sound of a camera
🦈"Kaminari! You woke them up!" Jirou said, lightly slapping Kaminari's back, "I didn't know! They were so cute I had to!" He reasoned. "O-oh hey guys, back already?" You said, still slurred. Kirishima too began to wake up. "Mmm, Im hungry" he said, rubbing his eyes. "Come on let's get some food, noodles?" You said, "Sounds good!" He said, getting hyper and starts running around, playing with Kaminari
🦈"Kiri-bro, you look so cute when you're small" Kaminari ruffled his hair, "Ehh that's not manly at all! Don't touch my hairrr" he whined, Kaminari just chuckles. You place down the noodles and Kirishima comes up running to your side, climbing up the chair, getting ready to eat, as Kirishima was slurpping his noodles, you were staring at his face sweetly. "Is there something on my fwace?" He asked, his mouth still filled with noodles.
🦈"Hmm" you nodded, swiping your finger to wipe his face, "Is it gone?" "Yup"
🦈After he at, you let him stay in your dorm room, "Are we sleeping already?" He asked, "We can watch a movie if you want" you said, he nodded furiously, "Let's watch Coco!" "Alright"
🦈As you and Kiri were munching your chips, you felt something heavy fall onto your shoulder, gently looking to your side, seeing Kirishima, knocked out. "He just fell asleep like that?" You whispered, turning off the TV and snuggling little Kirishima closer to you
🦈Morning came and Kirishima was fortunately back to his teen self, he was still snuggled up against you just like he was yesterday. He stirred in his sleep, as he opened his eyes to connect with yours, his face becoming red by a minute, "Good morning Eiji" you gently said, kissing the top of his nose, he smiled as he buried his face in your neck "Good morning, and thank you for taking care of my kid self yesterday" "Anything for you"
With the topping of Todoroki:
🍧Your class had another encounter with LOV when your boyfriend got struck with the age reverse quirk, at first it was a handicap because he was one of the powerful people in the place right now but now your bf was a kid that can't control his fire side
🍧"I felt useless Y/N" he told you as the pro heroes bursted in action to take the other remaining villians down as the others have escaped, "Sho, don't be, it wasn't your fault" you reassured him
🍧"It was partially mine, if only I focused more and-" he kept rambling so you just set a hand on his face, "It's okay now Sho" you said, smiling at him, clearly making him settle down, he sighs as he looks down on his body, "How am I suppose to protect you now? My body's so small and I have no control of my fire quirk at all" he cutely complained
🍧"I guess I can protect you this time around" you proudly say, as Iida tells you and Todoroki to go in the bus so the pro heroes can clean the place up, as the bus ride back to school, Shouto felt his eyelids began to feel heavy, then he falls asleep, his head falling forwards but then you catch his head and place it on your shoulder and patted his head
🍧You all came back to school as you gave Todoroki a piggyback ride as he was still asleep, your female classmates doting about how cute he looked like, you continued the rest of the day normally, finally going back home, ready to sleep.
🍧"Y/N" Todoroki called out to you, you look at him. "Yes Sho?" You asked tiredly, "Do you have soba? Im hungry" he asked. "I don't think I do, but Kaminari and Sero are out, maybe I could text them to buy you soba" "Yes please" he said, as he sat on the couch.
🍧"Y/N" Todoroki called out to you again, "Yes?" "After eating are we going to sl-" Shouto got interupted by Mina's scream, she goes up to little Todoroki and pinches his cheeks. And repeated the phrase 'So cute' over and over again, mean while you texted Kaminari about Shouto's soba which he replied to with a 'Okie 👍👁👅👁'
🍧Then next Uraraka and Yaoyoruzu came out as well as Jirou and Hakagure. They all sat around Todoroki, Yaomomo made Todoroki toddler outfits like a prince outfit, a naruto cosplay, and a lot more clothes, he is not gonna need those in the morning.
🍧As the girls were talking to Todoroki, he leaped down and tapped you leg, making you look off your phone, you carried Todoroki as he layed his head on your shoulder "Your soba should be coming by no-" the door opened to Kaminari and Sero with plastic bags, Sero handed you the plastic bag with Todoroki's cold soba.
🍧"Thanks you guys" you said, "No prob" Kaminari said as he headed upstairs, Sero following behind him. "What's in the bag?" Mina asked, "Oh, food for Shouto" as you headed up to your dorm room with Shouto on one arm and the plastic bag on the other. The girls were talking to each other, probably playing would you rather.
🍧"We'll eat here" you said, closing the door with the foot, and setting Shouto down on your bed, giving him tne styrofoam bowl and chop sticks, he got some noodles and excitedly ate them
🍧You looked at him, he looks up. "Say ah" he said, bring the chopsticks with noodles close to your mouth. "Heh thanks" you said before opening your mouth and eating the noddles, y'all took turns eating.
🍧Throwing away the container, you made yourself comfortable on the bed with Shouto as he curled up next to you, "Good night Sho" "Night night"
🍧The morning rays hit your face as you woke up, you noticed Shouto came back to his normal size self, quite missing his kid version. He opened up his heterochromatic eyes to yours. "Good morning love" he said, with his raspy voice that melts you. "Hmm, good morning, had a nice sleep?" "The best one yet, maybe because I slept next to the one I love" he smoothly said. "Thanks for taking care me of me, I wouldn't know what to do without you" that was his way of saying 'I love you'.
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motleyfuckingcruee · 5 years
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Brother's Best Friend (Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader One Shot)
Summary: Vince is your brother and he forces you to go to one of his shows. You catch Tommy's eye and he offers to take you home when you start begging Vince to let you leave. You end up hanging with Tommy and end up liking him much more than just the drummer for your brother's band.
Warnings: There are none. Just a bunch of fluff and a tad bit of language.
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You watch your brother's band finish up their set at The Whiskey. Your brother is the lead singer, Vince Neil, and your ride home. He wouldn't let you walk anywhere by yourself since your his "baby sis". You can't help but get annoyed at him when he pulls the protective big brother card. He only pulls that shit when he doesn't want to do what you want.
Vince finally closes out the show, signalling that it's time for you to go backstage. You haven't really met the band. You've only met Mick because Vince claims he's the "only one trustworthy enough to meet his baby sis".
You push open the door that says "Mötley Crüe" on it. You're met with four sweaty guys, two of which are doing some lines. You roll your eyes as you watch your brother do a line of blow with a guy who has long black hair. You told him to get off that shit, but he didn't listen.
Mick is the only one who notices your presence.
"Hey, little Vince," Mick greets you, wrapping you in a hug.
You hug him back, but scowl when he pulls away. "Call me (Y/N)," You snap. "I hate being referred to as Little Vince."
"Yes ma'am," A guy with long black hair and eyeliner on says. He has two stripes of black on his cheeks. "I'm Nikki."
"(Y/N)," You grumble, just wanting to go home. You and Vince shared an apartment since you both left home a year before.
You had to admit, Nikki was really attractive. You don't know what you were expecting. All of Vince's friends that you had met had been at least a little bit attractive. Nikki, however, is not just "cute". He's hot. You wouldn't ever tell Vince that, though. He'd bury Nikki six feet under.
Before you could even think about begging Vince to take you home, a tall skinny guy with dark brown hair joins your tiny group. You lock eyes with him and butterflies erupt in your stomach. If it's even possible, this guy is hotter than Nikki.
He has a goofy grin on his face as he introduces himself. "I'm Tommy."
"(Y/N)," You respond, struggling to pull your eyes away from him. Once you manage, you turn to your brother. "Vince, I am begging you. Let me walk home. I'll be perfectly fine."
Vince opens his mouth to respond, but Tommy interrupts.
"I can take her home," Tommy says, walking to stand by your side.
Vince looks skeptical, but sighs. He knows how bad you want to go home. "Alright, T-Bone. Just take care of her alright? And if I find out you touched her, I will chop off your dick."
Tommy holds his hands up in surrender and he takes a step away from you. "I won't even help her up if she falls down."
You grin at his sarcastic remark. You look at Vince and see he's not having any of it.
"Don't be a dick," Vince growls. "Just leave already."
You and Tommy decide to leave then, not wanting to upset Vince anymore.
You walk side by side down the deserted street. Both of you are quiet, not sure what to say.
"So," Tommy clears his throat. "What do you do?" You raise your eyebrows. "As a job, I mean."
"Oh," You say. "I work at a tattoo parlor. I mostly do piercings but I occasionally do tattoos."
"That's pretty cool," Tommy responds, looking at you for the first time since you left the Whiskey. "What got you doing that?"
You shrug. "I'm not sure. I've just always loved piercings and tattoos." You're quiet for a moment. "What about you?"
"Me?" He asks, surprised.
You giggle at him. "Who else would I be talking to?"
In the little light that the street lamps are giving you, you can see a blush on Tommy's cheeks.
"I don't do anything. I live with my parents," Tommy responds, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm about to move in with Nikki, so then I'll get a job. Hopefully the band will take off soon."
You grin. "It probably will. You guys were great. You were killer on the drums, by the way." You nudge his arm which causes him to grin at you. "How'd you get so good?"
"Thanks! And I just practiced a lot," He pauses to look at you. "And I was in the high school marching band." He nearly whispers the last sentence.
"There's no reason to be ashamed of that, Tommy," You say, reassuring him. "Everyone has to start somewhere."
"I guess that's one way of looking at it," Tommy chuckles as you arrive in front of your apartment.
You both are quiet, not wanting to say goodbye.
"You're really pretty," Tommy blurts.
You laugh, taken off guard. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Drummer."
He blushes and looks down at his shoes.
"Alright," You say, unlocking the door. "I guess I'll see you around."
Before you can walk inside, Tommy grabs your wrist.
"W-Wait," He stutters, nervous. "C-Can I kiss you?"
You giggle at him. He's so adorable. He asked you for permission before doing anything. That's rare.
"Yeah," You respond.
He doesn't hesitate to press his lips against yours. Your mouths move in sync. Tommy moves one hand to rest on your hip, the other is cupping your cheek. Your arms are loosely around his torso.
You feel him smile into the kiss. You smile back, a tiny giggle escaping you. Tommy's tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for access. You open your mouth a bit more and his tongue slips into your mouth. You move your arms to wrap around his neck. His hand drops from your cheek to wrap around your hips, pulling you as close as he can to himself.
After a few minutes of making out, Tommy pulls back with a huge grin on his face.
You contemplate your next words, not sure if it's the best idea.
Fuck it, you think to yourself.
"Do you wanna come inside?"
Tommy grins wider, only nodding. He opens the door behind you before reconnecting your lips. You lead him into the dark apartment with a grip on his shirt. He kicks the door shut with his foot and lets you lead him to your bedroom.
You pray to God that Vince doesn't come home tonight.
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Hello again, I'm the girl/artist who's aunt tried the old "I'm giving you experience and exposure" instead of paying me for some art I did for her real estate business. Just a quick update and then I'll try to let this fade away...
Hello everyone again. This is an update of my previous story so if you haven't read it yet, read it first before reading this one.
I feel bad about posting again but people seemed to be really invested in it and there were actually some people from the company in question who contacted me via this throwaway account so I figure I needed to give some closure (though the story is going to play out for a long time because it's my uncle/aunt's divorce is going to be ugly).
At this point I have no idea what's removed and why, what's still out there, what's been crossposted, etc... so for those who are just checking in I'll try to reset as succinctly as possible:
At the beginning of the year my Aunt Jay (by marriage) asked me to do some artwork for her new real estate business. We had a verbal agreement that she would pay me. She was demanding, insulting and shitty from the get go and I was out a ton of time, quite a bit of material costs very quickly. She wanted me to fly out on my own dime to finish up and paint a mural I designed. I asked for payment on everything I'd already done and she freaked out and screamed at me.
Tuesday, I went to my schools licensing/legal aid office, they helped me draft a letter to cease using my work and an invoice. Aunt Jay called my mom calling me an "ungrateful brat." Mom called Aunt Jay's supposed real estate company to say that one of their agents was not paying for services rendered. Company had no idea who Aunt Jay was. This caused my Uncle to look into things and it turned out Aunt Jay had taken out a few credit cards in his name only and maxed them out. Probably for her Escalade, new "real estate agent" wardrobe and office.
My update was Wednesday so in the following 2/3 days quite a bit more information has come to light about what Aunt Jay was actually up to. She's actually not in as big of trouble as I and everyone on the last post assumed but she's still pretty much screwed in several ways.
So first of all we learned that she probably never told anyone other than my uncle that she was working for the nation wide real estate company in question going to call it ProRealty (my last fake name may have been a little to obvious). It doesn't look like she had any clients, never brokered a single deal, she may have taken a few people around to look at houses but we aren't even sure about that. It looks like the "soon to be ProRealty franchisee" thing was just a lie to get my uncle off her tracks about where this huge influx of cheaply financed money was coming from. She had told him that ProRealty had financed her new Escalade and that they had helped her rent her office.
Since she never actually claimed to be a certified ProRealty agent in order to defraud people, it doesn't look like the company itself has any legal recourse against her. However my mom (extreme extrovert, opposite of me) who has become fast friends with the most senior agent in my hometown and he is (or has, not sure) going to report my aunt to the state board of real estate to have her new (as of last fall) license reviewed and probably suspended. Even if this doesn't happen, she is essentially blackballed from ever doing a deal with ProRealty  and according this senior agent, something like 45% of home sales in my town happen with a ProRealty agent one either side of the sale. So even if Aunt Jay doesn't lose her license, she's effectively chopped half of her business potential right from the get go.
One thing that absolutely came out of my last @prorevenge post was that two actual "ProRealty" agents commented and it was because of them that I was able to figure out a huge chunk of the puzzle. So the real life version of this company uses a very identifiable form of transportation on their logo but to keep this anonymous let's say that ProRealty uses a boat. When Aunt Jay was first talking to me about doing work for her she was oddly adamant that I don't use any "boats" in any of the work I was going to do for her. I mean actually forcefully direct instruction was "no boats!" In my head at the time I was like, I'm not one to paint boats anyways but point taken. Well as me and my family now surmise, while she knew she was already fraudulent, she was still trying to walk a line of not getting on ProRealty's radar in any way shape or form because she knew they could really screw up her plans if she were to be seen driving an $80000 Escalade around town with anything resembling ProRealty's "boat" plastered all over it. But to me it shows she absolutely knew she was up to no good and I hope this can be used in the divorce.
So onto my uncle, I don't know all the ins and outs of how separations and divorces work but as I understand he contacted a lawyer Wednesday afternoon and they were working to file some sort of emergency separation motion with the courts as soon as they possibly could in order to make sure she couldn't do any more financial damages to him. One thing that I thought was really cool of my uncle to do was that his lawyer did (or is in the process) of filing paperwork so she has to turn over all financial records and declare all assets related to her "business" and my uncle specifically asked the lawyer to include the oil painting and logos I'd already shipped to her. So while I'll never get paid, at least I may get my work back. The lawyer is also figuring out what to do about the identity theft.
One thing that is totally screwed up and I totally don't understand is that my uncle has pretty much paid for everything since they've been married (about 5 years) and Aunt Jay literally committed identity theft against him,  he is still the one who has to leave the house so at least until he can get a place on his own, he's staying with my parents. My dad says my uncle is basically broken over this, that he didn't see it coming and actually bought into the bullcrap about ProRealty financing a car for someone who didn't even work for them. This makes me feel bad because I brought it all to light but my dad says my uncle appreciates it because Aunt Jay could have gotten in much deeper and she didn't really have a chance to try to and cover up fraud with more fraud.
So still a lot I don't know but this is where we are today. My uncles lawyer doesn't have a timeline for the divorce, I guess it will just depend if stupid Aunt Jay actually finds a lawyer who will put up a fight or if she just tries to fade away.
We'll see, thank you for reading, thank you for all the comments the other day and thank you to the posters who provided a lot of clarity with their knowledge of relationships and the real estate business.
Edit: eeeekkkk...pms are getting a little dodgy.
I'm not hot at all.
Aunt Jay looks like she is trying very hard to be in "step-mom" porn and coming up just short (my ex was really into it, that's how I know about it).
Edit 2: just talked with my mom again, my uncle wasn't forced to leave the house, I guess his lawyer advised him that if he felt he was any danger, or if he felt that there was even a slight chance that Aunt Jay would accuse him of harming her, it's best he just leave and they'd work out possession of the house later. It's very hard to reconcile that he was either scared of her or scared of her accusing him with the huge 6'3" dads little brother who used to throw me around in our pool. Growing up sucks
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Heyo Kijo, can you do me a favour and get those big bimbo lips over here and suck me off while massaging me.... I'll give you $50 extra if you do a good job ?
Those words rang in Kijo’s ears painfully. It was nowhere near the first time she heard such an offer, but most didn’t come right out and say it either.   “Who told you I…offered such services?” She said, her back was turned as she lathered her hands in a fragrant balm.   “Did somebody need to? All you massage chicks are just begging for it anyway. Especially here with that fat ass in that tight uniform. You’d probably do it for five, but I’m generous like that. Now chop chop! I don’t have all day and we both know you’re going to do it,” the man said. He was already laid out on the embroidered massage table. Kijo’s smooth knuckles cracked like thunder as her heels clacked toward the table.   “Well, with such a ‘man’ in my presence, how could I refuse?”
   The man patiently awaited his reward. A reward he truthfully had no intention of paying for. It was illegal to pay for it after all, and no one was going to believe the word of a stupid masseuse over an upstanding businessman like him. Her hands adroitly worked his muscles into a state of repose, but none of his flesh shifted in the slightest. Kijo performed her duties with unimpeachable professionalism. Every muscle on the horrid man’s body was as relaxed as a newborn babes. Kijo removed her hands, much to the man’s annoyance, and walked over to a wooden table in the corner. It was covered by a light silk cloth, obscuring the contents underneath. Kijo removed the fabric, patiently folding it and setting it aside. On the table was a jade incense burner. Kijo lit it and carried it over to the man.   “I think this will help establish the mood for our fun, don’t you think?” She asked. The man caught the scent and took in a deep sampling. His face slackened even further and he said: “Yes, it smells lovely.” Kijo smiled. “That's good, that's very good. You know not many men who come into my parlor and demand my services are so forceful. I can tell you're special." Kijo placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing the muscle tenderly. "Now, I believe you said to get my big bimbo lips over here and suck me off? But I think I'll start with a kiss, it's always great to start with a nice deep kiss don't you think?”
   "Yes, you should always start with a nice and deep kiss,” he said. Kijo ran a finger across her lips, some of the balm still coating it. Kijo dipped her head low and pressed her lips into his. Her tongue invaded his defenseless mouth. The machinations of her lips were unusual to him. Almost deliberate. But the lovely incense invading his lungs made difficult his thinking. Kijo was a very well practiced masseuse, and as she locked lips with his they began to change. Where once they were thin and functional, now the gate to his throat was made of soft enticing pillows. Kijo looked at her work and smiled further.   “Mmm, that was good wasn’t it?” Kiso said. He simply nodded, the incense finally having worked into his blood. Kijo frowned falsely. “Hmm, something tells me you don’t agree though?” His face twitched but he did not stir. “Yes, I have a good sense about people you know. Some men come in and pay for a blowjob because they simply want it. But you? I can tell you just want others to think you want it don’t you?” He made no motion, drew in a deep breath, then nodded vigorously. “Yes, I’ll bet you really want to be the one doing the sucking don’t you?” He nodded again. Kijo shifted towards the man's waist. Her hands slithered underneath him and grabbed his ass firmly. They began working his flesh, pulling and shaping the taught muscle into a shelf of jiggling skin. “It’s hard admitting to yourself what you really want. So many people lie these days. I’ll bet you’re not even a businessman, that suit is for show, isn’t it?” The man nodded. Images of himself in boardrooms, at a computer, making million dollar deals every day, seemed to evaporate as they came. “With an ass like that, and lips like those, I’d say you’re nothing but a sissy slut who gives herself away online, and spends her free time at the nearest glory hole, aren’t you?” His head hurt, new memories flooding in to replace the old. He never graduated high school, too much time sucking off the football team in the locker room. They called him their good luck charm. He hadn’t worn boy’s clothes since he turned fifteen and his ass grew in, why hide his best feature? She never bothered to get a real job. Why bother when guys give her a few bucks for the privilege of burying their sweet cocks in her juicy ass?
   “But maybe I’m being presumptuous. You did ask me to suck you off after all. And who am I to refuse?” Kijo said. She leaned down and engulfed his turgid cock into her mouth. His breath came hard and quick. None of his friends were this good at sucking cock, even after she showed them how. Kijo’s mouth worked quickly. When he entered the parlor, the man had a fairly decent package. But as Kijo plied her trade, her tongue and cheeks compressing and reducing his manhood, when she lifted her head all that remained was a poor two and a half inch erection. “Well, I guess I was right. A real man would’ve cum by now, you must hate getting blowjobs. I wouldn’t blame you, a body like yours is meant to be used.” She couldn’t agree more. She was thankful for her pitiful anatomy, if it were normal sized people might not want to use her ass or her mouth as often. Kijo placed the lid on the burner and waited for the room to clear before rousing her ‘satisfied’ client.
   She sat up, feeling her soft ass press into the soft seat. She loved getting massages, it was always such a treat. “Damn that was good,” she said, “If you were a guy, I’d give you one hell of a tip!” She said, giving a very exaggerated wink.    “Oh, think nothing of it. Just don’t be afraid to be yourself from now on. That’s all the tip I need.” Kijo said.   “You’re so right. I’m gonna ditch this boring old suit and get on my favorite pair of hip huggers. Hopefully I can find a guy on the way home!”   “Don’t worry, with an ass like that I’m sure it’ll be easy.” The pair shared an embrace and then parted ways. She sashayed out the door, eager to find a new partner for the evening. Kijo turned to her table and lifted the jade burner. “Damn, I love this stuff!”
The End. Hope Y’all like it!
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if i cut my hair i would be exponentially happier but also sadder. i think about this every single day
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The Book v2 Chapter 8
-the twins head to their Ultra Being class-
Chris walks there
*jeff’s already in his desk, playing with some water floating above it*
-Jolly Johnny and a beat up girl with tears in her eyes appear in front of the class-
Chris: zoey?
-Jolly Johnny turns to their teacher- "Hello there Mr. Taio. This girl here needs a favor from you."
Mr. Taio: Huh!? Who are you!?
"Zoey....McChevy...sir"
Mr. Taio: McChevy.... Related to Chris McChevy?
She nods
Mr. Taio: If you want me to release another spirit, you'd need to give me something in return.
Jolly Johnny: Life for a life?
"N-not him someone else"
Mr. Taio: That will do.
-Jolly Johnny uses Jeff's power to teleport Neon here-
Jolly Johnny: Hi brother.
Chris looks at the girls confused
Jea: What's happening? -she falls asleep-
-Jolly Johnny stabs Neon-
"Ok then"
-he takes out the knife then slits his throat-
-students in the class look horrified-
"WHAT THE HELL"
Jolly Johnny: there ya go.
"Could i see cyberblast please?..."
Mr. Taio: The Cyberclad who recently died? Sure.
"Yes"
-Cyber blast appears as a phantom-
"C-cy?...."
Cy: Zoey? -he looks at his hands- I actually died?
She nods
Cy: Have you told Cheenato and Kelly yet?
"T-they know"
Cy: How well are they taking it?
"V-very well actully..."
Jenifer: Anyone else extremely confused?
sorta
Chris: yes
*popcorn appears in his hand*
-Neon's body vanishes along with Jolly Johnny-
-Jea wakes up-
Mr. Taio: Do the two of you mind? I wish to return to my lesson.
Cy: Where are we Exactly?
keaton city
*pops over to him* i’m jeff
you are?
Cy: You live in Keaton City and you don't know who I am?
no
Jea: That's Cyber blast. One of Skull City's most famous heroes and that girl is Foxy Clockwork. His girlfriend and one of the members of his team.
Jea: They helped fight off the cyberclads years ago.
Jea: But... Why do you look like a ghost?
-she gets a worried look-
Cy: My jobs dangerous enough on it's own. That with the fact that I'm seen as a traitor to my own planet meant I had a high chance of being killed. Guess I couldn't beat the odds.
Jea: A cyberclad did this? There's still bad one's on this planet?
Cy: There's at least one thanks to that guy in the fucking bow tie. (Jolly Johnny)
-Mr. Taio looks at Jeff and Zoey with glowing white eyes-
Mr. Taio: Both of your souls are blinking. One of you will become the Divine Guardian of teleportation at some point.
Mr. Taio: At the moment. Jeff... You are in the lead.
"WHAT"
what?
-he turns back to Zoey- "It's either because he is better or because your other powers are getting in your way"
Mr. Taio: a Divine Guardian's soul is different from most. Their soul glows brightly. Both of yours are slowly fading between a normal soul and a Guardian soul.
"Cy can you teleport as a ghost"
well how do i become one?
Mr. Taio: He cannot. He can vanish, fly quickly, and phase through solid objects but he cannot teleport.
"I protect skull city and i will coutine to do that!"
Mr. Taio: No one truly knows all the rules of becoming a Devine Guardian. I'd suggest you prove that you have better mastered your ability than Zoey has
Mr. Taio: Once you prove you're the best, I'm sure you will become a Divine Guardian. Though to be honest there's nothing that special about it.
still seems awesome
so who are the divine guardians right now?
Mr. Taio: Depending on your power, it will either become easier to control or more powerful. Divine Guardians also reincarnate after death. Their memories are blank at first but slowly come back during adolescents and adult hood.
Mr. Taio: I only know of a few current Divine Guardians.
Mr. Taio: There's me, that guy who was just here, a criminal who's currently locked away at a SCOPE facility, Blue Rebel, and Shadow Walker.
Cy: I'm going back to check on the kids.
-he flies away-
Zoey goes with him
well i guess we got out ultra beings lesson for today. *smirks* you want me to clean up this blood?
Mr. Taio: What blood? [Neon's blood vanished along with his body]
ummm... o-kay...
-the dismissal bell rings-
Chris runs home
-he twins walk to their bus-
*jeff pops into the seat behind the twins* hey
Jenifer: Hey.
that was crazy
why does johnny always put you to sleep *looks at jea*
Jea: How should I know
Jenifer: It's for the best. She's far too innocent to have seen what he did.
Jea: I've seen him do many horrible things in the book.
Jenifer: Seeing him kill some random person in your book is different from seeing him killing his own brother with a knife.
Jea: WHAT!?
Jea: Neon? Noooo he was my favorite character!
Jenifer: Probably shouldn't have said that.
-the bus get to their stop-
-the girls walk to the house but see their dad's car parked out front-
Jenifer: He's home already?
Jenifer: I just realized. Dude, Jeff, you could totally build your own house will your ability. Hell, you could be rich dude.
Jea: Think of what that would do to the economy.
Jenifer: It's just one guy doing it. The economy will be fine
sounds like fun
what should we do first?
-Jenifer pulls up google maps on her phone- We'd need to find a place to build it.
Jea: He'd have to own the land to legally build a house there and we're not old enough to buy property
Jenifer: Shit, she's right
Jenifer: you think that Jolly Johnny guy could help us?
i doubt it but he might
-Jolly Johnny appears looking like a phantom- "What's in it for me?"
i don’t know. whatcha want? he said i might be the divine guardian; is there anything i can do for you when that happens?
Jolly Johnny: Nope. Hmm.... I'll do it and we'll just say that you owe me one. Both of you
Jenifer: So long as it doesn't get me arrested, sure.
ok
already ripped a girl’s heart out so sure
Jolly Johnny: Look at you stealing young girl's hearts like a true lady killer
*busts out laughing*
-Jea walks home-
so... where do you recommend johnny
-he points out a spot near the edge of the city. Its about 40 miles from Skull City while still on one of Keaton High School's bus routes
ok
what now?
Jolly Johnny: I'll go and buy the land. I'll get back to you when I'm done.
-he vanishes-
*looks at jenifer* you gonna help me build it?
Jenifer: What do you expect me to do?
Jenifer: Mr. Godly teleportation
you could help me design the layout
Jenifer: True
Jenifer: Alright.
-Jenifer walks into her house-
Mr. Kon: Hey sweetie, who was that guy you were talking to outside?
Jenifer: a friend from school. Mind if he comes in?
-Mr. Kon looks out the window and examines him- "sure."
-Jenifer walks out onto the porch- "Come on in."
ok *follows jenifer*
Jenifer: Him and... His god father are having a new house built and he asked me to help designing it.
Mr. Kon: Oh cool. A buddy of mine is an architect. I could give him a call if you want.
thanks, but we’re doing it as kind of a family project
Mr. Kon: oh, okay.
Jenifer: Hey dad. How come you're home so early?
Mr. Kon: Day off.
Jenifer: Oh. Okay. -she turns to Jeff- ready to get started?
sure
-the next day-
-saturday-
Jolly Johnny: the land is all yours kid.
awesome!
where would you recommend for me to get the resources?
Jolly Johnny: Sheldon Forest is full of pre-chopped lumber. Some Ultra being goes there whenever he's upset and kills off trees left and right.
that’s no fun
i could just steal a house
or pieces of some and fuse them together
Jolly Johnny: You could do that too I suppose.
Jenifer: What about SCOPE? Surely they'd notice.
Jolly Johnny: SCOPE's anti-teleportation devices are handy but I doubt they'd be much use against Jeff.
Jolly Johnny: Anyways, I'll leave the building to you guys. I own this place but as far as I'm concerned, its all yours.
this is gonna be fun... thanks johnny
Jolly Johnny: No problem. -he walks off-
so... what’s first jenny?
Jenifer: Game room.
oh yeah!
you know... since ur helping, this’ll be ur place, too.
Jenifer: In that case, I'd like my room to have a view of the back yard where we could have a pool.
Jenifer: I guess I could come here during nights that my dad is out late.
if you want, you can just tell him you’re going to bed and then signal me somehow. then i could teleport ya up here
I guess that could work.
Jenifer: *
just call me whenever you have time to come up here
Jenifer: Alright.
-looking at what's already been completed- "This place'll be great for parties."
Jenifer: Best part is, no neighbors.
hell yeah!
-Jea calls Jenifer-
oh i got an idea
Jenifer: Hello? Hold that thought.
-she puts Jea on Speaker-
Jenifer: What were you saying Jeff?
Jea: You're with Jeff? Where are you guys?
i can shift this hill around a bit and make it steeper and we can get one of those infinity pools that looks like it goes forever
Jenifer: Were working on his new house.
yeah she’s with me. why, is that bad?
Jea: It's not bad. I just don't trust you.
oh... thanks. that makes me feel good. *smiles*
Jenifer: He's not gonna kill me or anything Jea. Relax.
Jea: Just keep your guard up
-Jea sends her a text reading "he likes you"-
-Jenifer returns a text saying- "he knows I'm into girls"
Jea [aloud]: does he?
do i what?
-Jea hangs up in a mini panic-
-Jenifer shows him her phone-
what, know you’re into girls? no i didn’t know that. thanks for informing me, i guess?
Jenifer: I've said it before
i don’t pay attention
anyway, about the pool idea
Jenifer: Sounds like a plan to me
nice
you might wanna stand back a bit. this is probably gonna cause a small earthquake!
-she hops up onto a branch of a nearby tree-
"Seems strong enough"
*puts his hands out and begins to concentrate. the hill begins to lose pieces, and then those pieces reform into a cliff, extending the hill about 100 feet, then dropping off*
nice. now we got more room to build.
Chris scratches on jea's door
-jea opens her door-
Jenifer: Sweet
Jea: Hey there Chris
jenny, you can get down now. we should make secret passages through the house that i can use when in snake form
-she picks him up-
Jenifer: Dude, that could lead to some great prankd
Pranks*
He licks her face
Jenifer: We could pretend to have a snake problem if we had any guests over and you could freak them out
Jea: What's with you and licking faces? -she laughs-
*there is a knock on the door*
ok so what else should we add. we got a game room, three bedrooms with bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room.
-Jea goes to answer it-
Jenifer: Mini gym?
Jenifer: I usually don't work out but we could have it just cause
A man pushes her aside and looks for Chris the man grabs him and runs out
sure
Jea: DADDY!
-Mr. Kon comes out of his room and runs after him-
Mr. Kon: HEY! THAT'S NOT YOUR DOG!
-Jea calls Jenifer-
-jenifer answers-
"hello?"
Jea: Some guy stormed into the house, pushed me, and grabbed Chris!
Jea: Dad's chasing him right now.
what’s wrong?
Jenifer: Some asshole pushed my sister and is trying to dog nap Chris
Jenifer: I need you to teleport me home.
oh shit. hold on... *grabs jenifers arm and they both teleport back to jenifers house*
-she looks around. When she spots her father she runs after him-
The man throws a knife at him
*jeff teleports in front of the attacker* boi put my friend down
He pushes him
-the knife barely scratches Mr. Kon's face-
Mr. Kon: the hell?
*teleports chris into jenifers arms and teleports the guy into the sky above jeff*
*jeff teleports up there too and they both just sit there*
excuse me sir
why did you take that dog?
Jenifer [shouting]: Thanks!
He shoots jeff and mr. kon
-she walks back home petting Chris-
Jea: DAD!
*jeff teleports the bullets away*
sir that’s not nice
-Jenifer turns her head-
Chris whimpers
-she looks back at Jea-
you see, if you hurt me, i stop keeping you here
Jenifer: Why'd you shout?
and you fall to your death
Jea: That guy shot at him.
He teleports down and shoots mr. Kon
"That dog is a person and beat up my family"
who are you
"Sam"
sam who?
chris wouldn’t hurt a fly so why would i believe you?
*teleports chris up there with them* chris who is this guy?
"You don't know his past"
Jenifer: 😐😑😐
"A friend from school"
why is he saying you hurt him?
ok well should i put him down or kill him? because he’s annoying the shit out of me
"Put him down"
*looks at sam* are you gonna try to shoot anyone else? if you do i will remove your kidneys and put them where your eyes go.
"O-o"
you can ask chris... that’s not a joke
so are you gonna refrain from shooting at people?
"Yes....."
ok... *they all appear back on the ground*
guys... this is sam
he said he won’t shoot anyone
He runs off
should i bring him back?
or kill him?
Jenifer: I say kill him
Jea: NO KILLING!
what do you say, mr. kon?
Mr.Kon: I don't support murder
ok
i guess i’m not killing him
*whispers to jenifer* yet
Mr. Kon: but you can bring him back though.
*sam appears in front of them*
sam stop running bro
eh i kinda wanna leave. *a metal cage appears in front of the house and sam gets teleported inside*
there ya go
jenifer wanna go back to working on the house?
Jenifer: Sure.
aight *grabs jenifers hand and they teleport back to the hill*
*a gym appears along with an infinity pool* what now?
Jenifer: Now, I guess we're done. Until we want to add more at least
noice, we have our own house now
Chris sleeps in jea's door way
-Mr. Kon texts Jenifer-
Jenifer: Gotta head home.
-Jea picks Chris up and brings him inside so she can close the door-
He groans
-she lays him down beside her bed before going to sleep-
ok. *teleports jenifer home and goes inside the newly constructed house*
He climbs on the end of the bed and sleeps
-the next day, Sunday-
Chris sleeps in
*jeff pops to the front door of the house and knocks on it*
-Jea opens it "Jenny, it's for you."
well, can i come in?
Jea: Oh yeah. Sorry, thought that was implied.
Jea: If I'm being honest, it's kinda strange hearing you ask permission to enter when you'd pop into my room unannounced.
i have some morals... jeez.
Chris groans
Jea: says the guy who literally stole a heart and put it in a girl's shirt.
that’s why i said some... duh... *walks inside*
He falls jea's bed
Jea: What was that thud?
Jenifer: Came from your room. Hey Jeff.
sup
-Jea goes to her room to see what she heard-
Chris groans in pain
Jea: Was that you Chris?
"Ya"
jenny, wanna head up to the store so we can pick out some shit for the game room?
Jenifer: Sure
*grabs her hand and they both vanish, appearing at a furniture store*
Jenifer: Follow me. The best games are in the back.
ok
*follows behind jenifer* we need a really big tv and some awesome chairs!
Jenifer: Indoor theatre?
i think we should go with that but also get a few flat screens
Chris calls jenny
-she answers-
Jenifer: Hello?
"Could i help design?"
Jenifer: Help design what?
Jenifer: Did you mean Jeff's house by any chance?
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