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yesss the letter format 💝💓💘💖💞💕💖💞💓 (lovely anon)

my dearest aria (a hamilton reference lmao),

i’m home alone (bc i wanted the house alone to get my head together after my brothers were mean to me 🙃) and i’m so hype LMAO but i’m watching chloe x halle’s tiny desk concert and honestly just vibing. (this is so random) besides zendaya like they are my badass black women role models. my one accomplishment would be to learn to body roll like them LMAO

oh nevermind i can’t have anything nice, my dad just came home 🙃 WHAT A WAY TO START OFF THIS ASK WTFFF

i’m liking tfatws, the second episode was veryyy intense imo but WANDAVISION IS SO GOOD😭 i knew it was going to be my favorite from the really old trailer but it’s really good and i promise it’s not just sitcoms, girl especially cuz you’ll have all the episodes already out- we were having to wait every week😭 BUT ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE HDJSHDJSH lmao reading this i was like “i- the episodes aren’t an hour long” but i feel that, it’s hard for me to watch tfatws bc they are an hour long and i’m like 😐 but wandavision episodes are less than 30mins bc I KID YOU NOT they have the damn 10 MINUTE CREDITS DHDJSJ no i don’t think we’ve talked about this b4 lol but it all depends on the series for me. i binged love island uk in less than a week bc i was so invested and LITERALLY LOVE IT but uh those episodes are like an hour and a half, but say i was binging tfatws (it’s so hard to type that ohmigosh) i honestly would not be able to do it bc of the intensity (you may be like what intensity but if you’ve seen episode 2 by the time you’re reading this.......... isaiah and the scene afterwards is all i have to say, esp me being black it was so tough :/)

girl you’re fine, as long as you’ve experienced it once hahaha i think the reason why it’s so important to my family (this letter feels so personal and extreme HSJSJA IM SORRY) is bc my grandmother loved it and in my family i guess it’s just important to us lol like my mom and dad love it too and we have the literal VHS tapes LMAO, but it only came up recently cuz my youngest brother was watching lion guard HAHA and he wanted to see the originals :) and fun fact (unless you already know) but there’s a lion king part 2 and 1 1/2 and i have all three ON VHS HAHAHA but i love lion king 1 duh (the og) but part two’s music and love story..... is so good. anyway. 🦁

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING DURING THE WHOLE MOVIE THEATER ENCOUNTER THING HAHAHA AND WHEN SHE WAS SAYING AWKWARD I WAS LIKE WTF THE NOISE LMAOOOO i don’t think there’s a better way to describe that whole situation than ZKDHDJSHAJAJSHDJSNAHA. yeah. yeaaaa at the cinemas (i like the word cinema more than movies 🥰) here they have chips (fries), some have ice cream, nachos, drinks, hot dogs, the cinema we were at had pretzels and like BURGERS I WAS LIKE HUH OKAY and ya know obviously popcorn but i don’t know why the theaters (or cinemas) here do that, it started a long time ago though like yearsssss

PLEASE i have the longest movie watchlist and uhh haven’t seen any of them JDJSKA (istg i use HSJSSKSH as a period - like . ) i’m still hype for cherry but very hesitant (idk if i can handle it) but i’m thinking about watching it in the next couple of weeks? i know it’ll take me forever bc i’m gonna have to keep pausing and shit but idk. i’ve asked around for very specific trigger warnings and time stamps so i REALLY know what’s coming (even if it spoiled the film a bit for me) but i do really wanna see it (i think? writing this now i’m not so sure lol) so whooooooo really knows lol, but chaos walking YES i was really excited about it :))) and about my friend uhh dude you don’t sound mean at all i was literally thinking the same thing but worse HAAKL idk what she was there for???? she bought my ticket tho so 💁🏾‍♀️ whatever

“SIMS ahh, BUNK BEDS ahh” had me cracking up lmao and you know my sims status JAJAHHAJ but i’m gonna become like you, saving every 5 minutes 😭 but that’s exactly what happened to me, i really didn’t know whether to shut it off or not but after 2 hours i was heartbroken lol i’m literally making a list of things i need to redo that wasn’t saved lmao

CAN I JUST SAY UR A MASTERMIND THOUGH??? UR SIMS GAME SOUNDS SO *chefs kiss* IM CRINE university is PAINFULLY long and LITERALLY I FEEEL THAT like you can’t do anything else without failing, i had my sim go to a party once for like a few hours and i felt so dumb afterwards like urgh he should’ve been studying LMAOO just cracking down on work honestly. UR NEIGHBOR!AU IN THE SIMS PLEASEEE i am very much in love with it, yes. (pouring rain has just suddenly begun where i am rn wow ok) i love that you put them on the same lot, that was really really smart and i love that ur living out your sexuality in the sims😭 i was abt to say “now you can say you’ve got experience bc of the sims” but ANYWAY IGNORE ME fhdhs THE ALIEN BABY DHSJSK i hope it’s not a dealbreaker for enisa. that’d be tragic. IM BACK IN UPPERCASE THO BC YES MAKING OUT IN THE SIMS IS SO HOT TO ME??? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE STFU OH MY GOSH- all the stuff, whispering sweet nothings, and the making out, and JUST ALL OF IT!!! AM I TOUCH STARVED????? there was this time i made my sim just continue to woohoo bc it was turning me on big time. ANYWAY

half way through that i had to go to my grandmothers house (not the one that likes lion king, but uh hmm idk if you remember but i was talking abt my shit family so yeah that grandmother lol) so now i’m finishing this 🥴 and instead of chloe x halle i’m watching a tom interview lmao & if this takes me longer than 30 minutes.... imma cry

I REALLY WANNA ASK- IS IT BC UR GERMAN LIKE YOU CAN JUST WRITE OUT THAT LONG ASS WORD???? i mean i can’t write out supercalafrag- anyway, but that word is a bit nonsense, UR WORD IS A REAL WORD DUDE HDJSHS i love how ur like “maybe i mixed up these words” YEA OK.

lol i had to google what are waveformers lol (lol makes a comeback) and they look like curlers that you would sleep in (here we would call them curlers or uhm i forgot uhhhhhhh rollers i think) but ur fine when am i ever making sense?? i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌

H20 H20 H20 OH MY GOODNESS SHE BROUGHT UP H20 OK MY LIFE WAS H20🥲 I HAVE THEIR LOCKET NECKLACE AND (short storytime) when i was younger i thought they were american despite their accents (idk i was dumb) but then i figured they weren’t when lewis went to go study in america HAHAH ALSO FAVORITE COUPLE CLEO AND LEWIS UGH WATCH ME REWATCH THE SHOW NOW THANKS (also i hated elizabeth so much) but anyway back on topic, when lewis went to go study in the US i looked up where the show took place and all that good stuff and i found out they were australian HAHAH and that started my obsession with accents LMAO the uk :’)) (i’m proofreading AND AUSTRALIA IS NOT A PART OF THE UK LMAOO IM SOO DHSJSSHS) also it is now one of my many goals (besides the body roll HAHAH) to go to mako island (that’s what it’s called right??)

about music, i googled stormzy and i might listen to a song of his.. LOL I WANNA GIVE IT A TRY IMMA DO IT FOR YOU NFDVSFSG lmaoo the german rapper had me cackling (autocorrect once again being helpful and said raper and i’m like nOO) i mean we all have that one person. can’t lie, won’t lie. my one (IM SORRY BUT AUTOCORRECT HAD “MY ONE TRUE ACCOMPLISHMENT” SITTING AND READY HDJSJA I DONT EVEN TYPE THAT wHAT) person out of my white soft boy with brown hair and brown eyes type would beeeee pete davidson. love me some petey. i was gonna say rex orange county as well lmao but i don’t really loveeee him i’m just in love with his music... and wanna be friends with him..... so 👉🏾👈🏾 (i never do that fdshsh)

oh my goodness, i love tattoos too- GASP what are you thinking of getting 🥺 i want tattoos too but i’m too indecisive to figure out what to have & where. especially in my family... idk they aren’t frowned upon but my mom’s not applauding the thought lol, if i got one it would have to be meaningful but i am absolutely in love with (for example) ariana grande’s finger tattoos !! they’re so cute and simple :’) i don’t even know if i can get tattoos? my skin is... interesting. not in a bad way!! just like.... idk how to explain it??? keyloids run in the family & i got a piercing once and it got infected soo :/ the doctor also confirmed that if i wanted tattoos they couldn’t be in color so LMAO

ONCE AGAIN THIS WHOLE THING FEELS SO TMI DHSHSSJ IM LIKE OHMIGOSH SHUT UP SHE DOESNT CARE JESJSKS

in regards to you not sleeping, i wanted to mention that dumb bird, what was the reason it was up so early aT 4AM???? SIR WHO YOU CALLING TO??? also it’s 11:30pm and idk why i’m tired???

yeah i was never SUPER into justin so i don’t know exactly what albums you’re talking about lol, i do know yummy though.. but everyone did hahaha also i listen to so much pop 🙈 i mean maybe... idk what would count as pop and what wouldn’t. that new person feeling though.. i get that. it’s like who is this new person..? i kinda feel like that with taylor swift (i was never THAT into her either though so it’s like oh wait i didn’t know you from the beginning instead of hello old friend but you’re different lol)

about the concerts, thanks 🥰🥰 that’s so sweet what you did for your mom too, it’s nice seeing them so happy like 🥲 awh AND GLEE IS AND WAS MY LIFE FOR A V V LONG TIME, i’ve been meaning to rewatch it for the longest time lmaooo but i’m just so lazy and it’s such a commitment... i’ll have to get emotionally involved again and idk if i want that rn. but i have a friend on instagram and she runs a glee fan account and it’s such a big part of her life i really don’t think i could ever be THAT obsessed with something. like another one of my friends loves tom holland so much that she changed her mom’s name in her phone to what tom’s mom’s name is in his phone (that was confusing lol) and obviously i’m not judging them AT ALL, it just couldn’t be me lol

CONCERTS LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN 😩😩 LIKE THE EXPERIENCE AND THE FEELINGGG URGHSJS i wanna see a few people live like ari and chloe x halle and- hmm.... idk who else FJDSJ rex orange county i guess huh anyway, the experience just sounds so amazing and the atmosphere is just ✨✨✨ yeah

aria do it do it do it do it do it- watch hamilton!! but with subtitles bc you won’t catch half of the things they’re saying without them LMAO (me and my family watched it and they all didn’t like it bc they didn’t know what was happening lol) BUT DONT WATCH IT AT 4AM LMAO ITS LITERALLY 3 HOURS LONG

yes!! superior peter fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and it just shows how much of an incredible writer AND PERSON you are through your fics that you can turn a blurb into 2k....... like what.

LMAO the annoying thing, sometimes i feel like i’m bothering people (like right now HAHAH) but i think it’s my antisocial side being like yeaa no one wants to talk to you like you wanna talk to them :’) idk it’s strange!! sometimes i get really ✨insecure✨ and overthink everything LOL like is this too long, im talking too much, i’m swearing too much, oh lord i’m a pain, all that good shit lmao so that’s fun:))

ALSO YOUR BLOG IS SO FUN TO ME HAHAK LIKE ITS JUST YOUR OWN AND I LOVE THAT!!! like you talk about everything and anything on here lol,, and i say that bc what you said lmao how if i was someone else i would want to fuck me so bad😭 i honestly don’t understand how i don’t have people lining up though..... but if no one’s gonna tell you... then you tell yourself, period (and sometimes telling yourself is fucking yourself HSHAJKS OK NEXT)

ohmigosh the realization you had that you graduated last year and are going to uni this year🤧 but the fact that you had a teacher who LEFT THE GROUP CHAT bc she was mad at y’all i- 😭 but yeah about your maths (i always wondered why you guys call it maths and the US calls it math. like i know so many people out of the states, not just in the uk that say maths) teacher- i saw this post that said online school is looking a lot like dora the explorer😭😭 “you have any questions?” 🦗 “okay bye then” lmao and please i love when tests have nothing to do with what you studied like ??? thanks? sometimes i get scared that my teacher will somehow find out that i googled everything? or like my answer is too close to the answer sheet or something. i get sooo nervous lol but i’m already past that point of not being able to do anything myself DHJS i mean i’m still learning like i said!! read the question, read the answer. boom. now i know the answer to the question and i learned!

THANKS 🙈🥰🤧 idk how else to explain my feelings LMAO i feel it’s cool that you find my dance lessons and voice lessons cool so thanks :’)

oh god not headache season 😭😭 allergies are the worst like it’s not even funny. is headache season just when the seasons are changing or is it like... all throughout the summer? cuz i love the summer lmaoo i love the winter too but i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO

GIRL IF THAT BIRD DONT STOP CHIRPING- i am 100% convinced that it is the same bird trying to give you headaches and no sleep and it needs to stfu 😤 and pLEASE ur theme is adorable and pretty and cute but also it just feels like you? idk if i’m explaining this right or if it’s bc i’ve been talking to you for a bit but it’s cute but not innocent in a way that i’m surprised that you write smut and- yeah, that didn’t make sense!! but ur new theme is gonna look pretty too and as long as you like it, it’ll be amazing🥰

yessssss the fact that megan is gonna be ur pfp YES JUST YES

edit: ok i just need to 🥺😭 sometimes u make me wanna cry cuz i feel like you’re just a kind person. i truly mean this, the fact that you celebrate yours & others stretch marks makes me so 🥺🥺🥺 i honestly don’t know anyone who has said they want need more stretch marks and it’s just all very lovely to me :’)) OKAY IMMA STOP BEING SAPPY

#yes my fake tags are back #by popular demand #aka me #and look i have actual tags this time! #i’m seriously craving water ice rn....... huh #but it’s past midnight and i fr fr want a snack #aw man #i wrote that last paragraph while doing my tags yes #and i hope you become responsible for that anon’s orgasm #assuming they had one #and i saw your response to the tom thing and yeaa when they only look like that for something and it’s like aw bae be yourself #i’m gonna shut up now and find a snack but goodnight!! morning?? IDK #IF THESE TAGS END UP AS ACTUAL TAGS I AM SO SORRY HAHAHA #alright proofreading done and i’m gonna go eat cereal

okay i‘m on my way to a driving lesson rn and afterwards i have a zoom uni thing, and then another uni thing lmao. but hopefully i can reply to this in between because i‘ve been dying to talk to you since i got this ask dldjds💘💘💘 (i really like this heart. i had a 💖 phase for a while and now it‘s 💘 (seems like a very romantic heart but.... it is what it is idk dkddj)

^okay that was literally all i wrote before my lesson lmfao. just had the worst driving lesson ever dbdvsnylkxsksj i think i‘ve gotten too used to being good at driving and now i‘ve gotten too cocky with it 🥴 anyway i‘ve had such a stressful day and overall week but tbh i‘m already feeling better bc i can (indirectly) talk to you <333

omg i went to chloe or halle (i don‘t remember who out of the two)‘s instagram the other day and found out that they are not twins alejeleksjsksj but yes oh my god their voices are literally angelic and i can‘t wait to see Halle as Ariel (Arielle??)🥰 and omg it‘s literally 2021 and we‘ve only had......... one(?) black Disney Princess like it‘s about fucking time (I might be forgetting someone, I‘m not too familiar with the new Disney films, but as far as I remember there‘s only Tiana right? (who is literally a frog for 3/4 of the film 😭😭) so yes i‘m here for it too😌😌😌 (obviously she‘s not a cartoon like tiana ekdlek but she‘s a disney princess you know what i mean ddkjdh)

pfkejdj i‘m already overwhelmed with my parents i can‘t imagine having siblings too 😭😭 (sometimes i wish i had siblings but then other times (like after reading what you wrote dksjj) i‘m glad that i‘m an only child lmao like your brothers being mean to you and i remember when you cried and he was just like 👁👄👁 ok. like i’m totally okay being an only child sksjsj———and he doesn‘t listen to music 🤧🤧🤧 (although i guess that‘s good for you because at least he can‘t annoy you by listening to loud music that you hate dmdn)

okay okay i might watch wandavision then??? I‘ll definitely let you know!!! and yes omg i‘m loving tfatws (that really is so fucking hard to type omg) but same i totally get what you mean, i‘m not used to watching action series at all and every episode so far has been like a little movie so i‘m glad that i didn‘t wait until it was all out cause there’s no way i could binge watch that lol) and yes last episode was really intense. i‘m glad that marvel are talking about racism because (from what i‘ve seen) they haven‘t been the best in that department, and i‘m really curious to see what they‘ll do in the next episodes (curious isn‘t the right word but excited isn‘t the right wort either, like i‘m excited but in a neutral way ? i‘ll shut up dslsksj i hate that german has so many words that you cant translate because theres a really good german word that describes how i’m feeling but i cant think of a good translation ugh)

okay i absolutely need to watch lion king (and part 2 and 1/ 1/2 dksksj) AND hamilton, i might even do it soon 👀

BURGERS AT THE CINEMA? EBEEISNDBEKSK i‘ll come to the US just to go and watch a movie lmaooo, i think all the popcorn sizes and drinks are bigger as well, i‘ll come and watch chaos walking with you 😌😌 does next week work?

and yeah i‘ve seen posts with specific time stamps and trigger warning for cherry too so if you haven’t looked on tumblr yet i’ve def seen some! (but ive also seen some on twitter and yeah- i mean idk youve probably looked on tumblr but yeah- then there’s also imdb which doesn’t have time stamps i believe but quite specific warnings, mostly without spoilers!)

Tbh i don‘t think i would have even considered watching cherry if tom wasn‘t in it... (i’m personally fine with most of the triggering topics/things like for some reason i’m just stoic when i’m watching the most tragic films ever dldldldlbut the plot just... idk if it‘s for me you know? just entertainment wise?).... and even with tom in it i‘m unsure skeldls, i‘d totally get if you decide not to watch it but let me know if you do i‘d want to hear your thoughts! <3

SKSLSJJ my sims both finally graduated!! i think i played sometime last week, and i literally got the achievement/notification that i‘d been playing with this household for 24hours.... and that was BEFORE they graduated dldjdldkdksjjs

oh no my tumblr broke and three paragraphs of me talking about sims were deleted 😭😭😭

WAIT NO I TOOK SCREENSHOTSSKSK because i couldn’t press save so i knew they might be gone okay okay okay i‘m a genius

*move out

oh no idk if the quality is too bad to read... idk how good your eyes are dkdkdjjd (also sometimes it will be really bad quality for some but not for others so i hope that the you can see the pics in a normal/good quality)

Okay let me continue

OMG THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL STUFF IS THE BEST PART ABOUT THE SIMS DIDLDKJIkdkj i kind of miss how in the sims 3 they would be making out basically lying on top of each other if they were on a bed— but in sims 4 when they‘re sitting next to each other and everything that‘s definitely hot too 😌😭 or with hot tubs dkdkdk how one sim climbs on the other sim‘s lap before they woohoo (i used to make them skinny dip in the hot tub and then make out and woohoo so they’re like naked on top of each other even if you can‘t see anything- en e waysss)

Dkdkdkdj so @ Rindfleischet.. blah bla. so it‘s basically just loads of individual words put together/connected and that‘s a really big part of german. so yesterday i had an online Einführungsveranstaltung for uni (like it was a zoom meeting where they just talked about general stuff about the uni and i was really anxious before, idk why, but it turned out absolutely fine so) and that words consists of the two words Einführung (introduction) and Veranstaltung (event) which are also two individual words but you can make a new word (Einführungsveranstaltung, so in english that‘s basically “introduction event“ lmao) by combining those two words. there are obviously some rules like you can‘t just combine random words in a random order but you can basically make infinite words (technically). for example (i feel like i‘m teaching a class just skip this if you don’t care 🙃🙃🙃djdjdkdlns)

for example i could say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer (which is not underlined with red by tumblr because it is a grammatically correct compound word (i think that‘s what they‘re called?)) which is the words introduction + event + participant, so that word just means “participant of an introductory event“ but instead it‘s one word? i hope that makes sense? dkdkkdksks i mean it makes sense in german but idk if it makes sense to you cause idk if i‘m explaining it very well lmao,

(I just deleted a really really long paragraph that i wrote about gender in the german language and grammar, you‘re welcome slsksksj)

my capacity to think has now been used up for the week 🥴🥴🥴 i absolutely do not blame you if you just skipped over that part or can‘t be bothered to (re)read my awful explanation edkflsksjdjdj (again, i had double the amount of words but i just deleted it dkdkdlslsl but what‘s left lf my german lesson is probably confusing enough already😭i‘m sorry🥴)

so to answer your question LEJDKSKJ: it‘s really common to have long words in german, words that are just word+ word+ word + word made into one long word. obv rindfleischetikettierung..... is a very extreme example and it‘s normally just 2-4 words made into one! So yup i think that comes mostly from german and talking german and growing up here and going to school here and everything dmdfnsksx

i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌— YES. YES. Yes. I love that about us 😌😌🥰🥰/ I love us. Yes.

okay but your friend changing her mom‘s name into tom‘s mum‘s name (was that right? Dkdkdjh)—— so Justin Bieber once posted something where you could see that his Dad‘s number was saved as „Daddy Cakes“ (which, thinking back, sounds very weird ekejjej) and till this day I have my Dad’s contact name as Tata (which is serbian for Dad lmao), “Tata🍰“ in my phone because of it 😭😭😭😭🙃🙃🙃 it‘s not because of justin anymore like i‘ve just gotten used to it by now but at first i did it because of justin lol........ but nowadays i don‘t think i‘m THAT type of fan of anyone- like you know how people have fandom names (Justin‘s fans are the Beliebers, One Direction fans are Directioners (writing that hurt my soul💔💔💔)) and I wouldn‘t consider myself a fan of anyone like that. like even with tom i wouldn‘t call myself........ does tom even have a name for his fans??? Well if he does, I wouldn‘t call myself that. Like i used to be such a hardcore stan for any celebrity that i liked and now it‘s just... okay, i like em. (She says on her blog where she writes fan fiction about Tom Holland — WJDJEJDKELSKSKKSNSNDXB🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃)

Omg rex orange county!!!!!! I don‘t know that many songs like I‘ve only listened to the album pony, but i love it 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

thanks again for what you said about my fics/writing I‘m🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Pete Davidson Pete Davidson Pete Davidson I‘m-🥰🥰🥰🥰 and I can‘t explain why. But as blissfulparker said the other day (i don‘t want to tag her and make her read through all of this lolll) “I like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death 😍“ (or something along the lines of that) eskkejs okay pete isn‘t that bad, he looks quite good on some days but other days you‘re like... is this man alive? Like i don‘t want to be mean I love Pete so much The King of Staten Island is literally my favourite film ever (although it‘s not my #1 because of how he looks, but i mean he does look good) VUT ALSO

(Okay i was gonna look for a terrible picture of him but he really doesn‘t look as bad as people say??? like. i think he‘s hot. can‘t necessarily explain why. so that‘s that on that.)

i‘m not going chronologically right now (i just keep scrolling up to your ask and replying to whatever i see first sksksksh) so i might miss a thing or two that you said

Okay Stormzy, you really really don‘t have to dkdkdjd like i think you said you don‘t really listen to rap, and uk rap is a whole nother thing from us rap because of the accent i feel like??? (That sentence did not make sense) BUT if you‘re looking for a few songs that aren‘t like RAP rap, then I‘d recommend One Second (feat HER), Superheroes, Own it (which you might know?), ummm maybe the song Lessons?, he has a ton of Lion King references by the way dkdjdj for example in Rachael‘s Little Brother but that‘s like more RAP again if you know what I mean?😭 and it‘s also like 5 Minutes long and tbh i only started liking that song a year after that album came out lmao but Rachael‘s Little Brother is possibly my fav Stormzy song, then there is Shut Up which you absolutely need to listen to just for fun dldjdjd like it‘s just pure fun and also a little funny lmao, especially if you‘re not British (i imagine so at least) cause he‘s like shuTTTT up idk dldkdjdldkjdhdhfjfbfldlsksksks

Vossi Bop is one of his classics, and then maybeee - ok so there‘s Blinded By Your Grace Pt. 2 lmaoobdjsj it‘s very (Christian/) religious but i like it a lot even though i‘m not really Christian (at least not practicing or anything) so idk about your views on religion but i do like the song a lot just by like the sound lmao

Okay so again you absolutely DO NOT have to listen to any, especially not for me dlskdj but I really do recommend the songs Superheroes, One Second and Rachael‘s Little Brother (and all the other ones i mentioned but if you don‘t listen to a lot of his songs you should at least give these three a try <3333) also let me know some of your songs? 🥺 like i dont care who they‘re by but i‘d love to listen to some that you like and Recommend 🥰🥰🥰

Okay so skdjdjdjddhhddhdhjsk... I used to watch all of my series in German (like H2O) bc obviously they were on german tv so they were german- and i knew that most of these actors i saw on tv were american and i was always SO fascinated that they all learned german for this show??? Like I actually thought they were the people‘s real voices and that these English and American actors were learning german so they could re-record the whole ass show and do everything in german dkdkdldjdjjd... i swear I thought that until I was like 14 omg. And then the first time that I watched H2O in the original version i was sooo confused about their accents because to me all actors who spoke english were American?? I mean MOST of those shows are American so I wasn‘t completely off but yeah i was definitely caught off guard when I heard all of their Australian accents for the first time 💀💀😭😭😭

@ math vs maths, math actually makes more sense in my opinion. like you have the word mathematics, then the abbreviation would obviously be math... why would English people randomly add the s from the end??? Or maybe it makes more sense after all because it‘s like plural??? Now I‘m unsure dkdkdkdj but i do say maths because that‘s how i was taught to say it and i hear the word maths more than math but yeah dldkdjs i think math might even make more sense (okay i just tried saying math and maths is easier to pronounce but again tjat might just be me, oh god i‘ll stop talking about that disgusting thing (mathematics).)

not the crickets and dora LMAOOOSNSNSMDNBS yeah that teacher was... a lot. a lot a lot a lot didjjd but she kinda liked me so she always gave me good grades/marks but the people she didn‘t like..... ooft. OOF.

Fksksjsj idek about headache season like i just know that i get headaches from the sun and i‘m allergic to only one.. type of...pollen??? (I don’t understand the science of that whole pollen thing and idek if it’s called pollen in english i just know sex pollen from fan fics😔)and yeah we have this weird wind that makes a lot of people get headaches yeahd dkdkdj. i loved the i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO lllioool i love that i really do. i always struggle so much in the summer cause i never have anything to wear. i feel like i buy so many new summer clothes every year but when i end up looking for an outfit i don‘t ever find anything 😭 (so i just go naked— lmao jk jk) but i‘m generally not the biggest fan of summer so-

OMG THIS FUCKING BIRD ISTG, okay the first time i heard it i went to sleep at like 5 am, so the next day i was like let me go to bed earlier so the bird doesn‘t keep me up, so i went to bed at 4 am (🥲) and THE BIRD JUST STARTED FUCKING CHIRPING SO LOUDLY, so the next day i went to bed at 3 am AND IT FUCKING STARTED AT 3 AM and it‘s still there 😁 every. night.

and since you said you‘ve gotten used to my theme and everything (idk where this transition came from😭) so tomorrow (2nd april) we have our... wait what‘s an anniversary but for a month.? I think month is like mensus in latin OK NO THATS DEF WRONG DKDKDJ wait

So Tomorrow is our... mensiversary💘💘💘💘💘💘 or at least from the first time you sent an ask. i couldn‘t find it on my tumblr anymore because tumblr is a bit of a bitch but i remember the first thing you ever sent (in an ask) was something lovely about my writing and i always take screenshots of stuff like that, and i found it in my gallery. and i took that screenshot of your ask on the 2nd of march so i‘m assuming that‘s when you sent it 🥰🥰 i feel like i‘ve known you for a week not a month like how is it a month already????? (i mean this in a good way lmao but i really can’t believe that its been a month wtf)

omg no you make me want to cry because i just love you so much 😭😭🥺 but about the stretch mark thing it‘s just.. it‘s not even me trying to empower other women (or anyone else who has stretch marks) to shake off these dumb insecurities that the patriarchy and capitalism have instilled in us— ok no it‘s definitely that too lmao. But i mean I‘ve always loved stretch marks, i‘ve just always loved loved loved them so much so it makes me genuinely sad that people don‘t like them. so yeah. i dont really know how to explain it lol, like i‘m not (only) hoping that people realise that hating your stretch marks is giving the men and the patriarchy what they want per se- (that made no sense) it‘s just because i love stretch marks and think they‘re beautiful and also sexy. idk dldkdjls and omg the fact that you called me kind 🥺🥺🥺 like i don‘t really have a goal in life or anything, but if i had to choose a ‘goal‘ in life it would just be to be kind. (i‘ll end this here otherwise i‘m gonna talk about being kind for 30 more lines—)

And please. Do not ever feel like you‘re annoying me or sending too much. never ever ever. I get so happy when i see that you‘ve sent me an ask. No matter if it‘s a long one like this or just a short one where you‘re saying something about a post that i reblogged or something. I love hearing from/about you and talking to you 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

P.S: i‘m so sorry for the tags you‘re about to read they make even less sense than this post, also i reached the tag limit dkdkdj but i said some butterfly tattoos look tacky... and the next thing i said was since we‘re already speaking about Ariana- I DID NOT MEAN THAT SHE WAS TACKY dldkdjsj, i meant since you already mentioned some of her tattoos lmao

#lovely anon #<3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR TAGS SM DKDJDKDL #i definitely (accidentally) didn‘t say something about every single thing you said #but this is so long already and i don‘t want to force you to read even more of my shite dldkdjsj #(i dont day shite i say shit but sometimes shite sound funnier)#*say #omg its too mate to speak english what i meant was i‘m sire i forgot to adress some of the things you said but i tried my best iwjwskb #omg adress (address? lmao) sounds so negative i mean i‘m sure i forgot to reply to some things- also *late not mate loool #omg ignore my whole german lesson i cant believe i actually wrote all of that wtf #but it took me like 20 minutes so i don‘t want to delete it 😭#and omg i hope you got to re do everything that your sims game didnt save and that it all worked out the same #😭#I NEARLY DELETED THIS ASK WITJ MY ANSWER OH MYFUCKING GOD MY FUCKING HEART #also i realised i didnt say anything at all about uni but i dont have any news like that Einführungsveranstaltung (😭) I went to was literall #just about schedules and credits and boring stuff mostly lmao #oh and tattoos!!!! it sucks that you might not be able to get the ones that you want/get any :((((( but hopefully you can at least get some #that arent in colour? 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼#so my parents aren‘t that supportive either like they most definitely wouldnt pay for it (even though they pay for a lot of my stuff lmao)#but i think in the end they know that i‘m old enough and they can‘t stop me and they‘d accept it one day so they‘re definitely not THAT bad #maybe your parents will change their mind over time? :(#or maybe youll just get one one day and ig theyll have to get used to it lol #so i want a butterfly (thats the only thing that i‘m sure about) and there are a lot of butterfly tattoos that look really tacky #but speaking of her i actually really like ariana‘s butterfly! but idk if i want that much shading- i have a whole album with like 35 photos #of just butterfly tattoos lol- i‘ll stop here tho. ldkdkd #omg im rereading this all and it‘s so messy good luck dkdkkddl #my tags got messed up and idk how to fix it #wait did i reach the tag limit and you cant even see half of these? 😭😭😭#i‘m so confused about these tags why are they not in the correct order? 😭😭😭 ily snd i‘m so sorry for dropping this post on you none of it #none of it makes sense.

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awfullyaster · 4 years

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andrew and neil are switches, don’t you forget it

ok hi here for my (probably) daily aftg rant,,,,so i’m seeing that the majority of the fandom (as far as i’ve seen anyway)--or fics/fanart consisting of andreil doing the do--view neil as a power bottom ?

am i incorrect? are my resources false? idk bout u but so far i’ve only seen like one fic where neil is the top/penetrator (!mao is that even a real word idk but it sounds weird haha cute ok anyway)

and honestly, i have to disagree. i do. i’m not trying to push andrew’s boundaries by saying that neil could top, i’m just saying that y’all don’t give neil enough credit.

liek,,,,,bro,,,,,do you not see the amount of top energy neil mf josten radiates ???? like, yes, we know andrew takes the lead but it doesn’t necessarily mean he’d top forever ?????

( just a proposition, ofc but this is just my opinion based on observations--yet again )

( and tbh i had difficulty trying to figure who was the top and who was the bottom between them when i encountered the first hint of intimate growth in their relationship--to the point where i had to ask my best friend who hadn’t a clue what aftg was prior to (that’s when the aftg rants officially started/ignited) and it took some time/proper discussion/consideration but he first came up with the conclusion that andrew was a sub top and that neil was a power bottom )

as for yours truly, i came to the conclusion that they are both switches (some time after i finished reading).

i mean,,,,,,can you really just look at neil josten--wholly, like his entire personality, attitude (problem !), traits, &c and decide on the spot that he’s a bottom ??? how ??? how the hell do you come up with that ?????

and hear me out, i have evidence/reasons:

one) The Great Riko Roast™️. need i say more?

(if elaboration is necessary:

keep in mind that neil (this literal fucking nobody) burned riko (supposedly the king of exy or whatever the fuck, who cares) to ground on the spot (no script, just his attitude problem (mwah i love him) and pure spite)

again, he burned him to the ground on live television, publicly humiliating riko with each and every word

idk bout u but i am so damn sure andrew found out right then n there that this bitch radiates top energy for fucking sure (or, in his words, isn’t spineless)

neil committing arson via verbal attacks is just---splendid. absolutely mesmerizing. flawless. truly inspiring. gamechanging. glorious.

he’s so rude i love him

anyway )

two) neil can shut up andrew up without having to touch or kiss him. he can leave him speechless. with just his words.

(yes, we know anybody & everybody knows better than to touch andrew but like i mean he wouldn’t have to fight him or whatever) (and he doesn’t have to kiss him to shut him up--though he definitely can--he doesn’t have to because that’s just how fucking powerful he is)

y’all,,,,,are you ready for one of the most amazing lines i believe we all know and love,,,,,

““You have a problem wherein you only invest your time and energy into worthless pursuits."

“This,” Neil flicked his finger to indicate the two of them, “isn’t worthless.”

“There is no ‘this’. This is nothing.”

“And I am nothing,” Neil prompted. When Andrew gestured confirmation, Neil said, “And as you’ve always said, you want nothing.”

Andrew stared stone-faced back at him.

[...andrew had his hand frozen mid-air...(i forgot the rest)]”

if this does not prove dominance to you, i don’t know what to tell you. (HE WAS MERELY SPEAKING AND ANDREW COULD NOT COME UP WITH ANYTHING-- A N Y T H I N G --TO SAY BACK BC IT’S A PERSONAL ATTACK AND HE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING AND THAT’S WHY HE SEES NEIL AS INTERESTING/WHY HE ‘HATES’ HIM SO MUCH BRO I)

hOweVeR

i know that dom bottoms exist (i think so, anyway) or bottoms that radiate top energy/the position (i.e. bottom,top) energy you radiate can be entirely different from what position you really are/are comfy with and that these are just words but that brings me to my following point,

three) (#1 insitgator, he, oh yes, neil josten, yes indeed) his unexpected (and to be frank, quite thrilling) acts of asserting dominance ?????? um ????

(when they were kith kithing next to the kitchen (next to kitchen) in neil’s dorm room) “[neil felt his phone buzz in his back pocket and against the wall it was obnoxiously loud. he already knew it was his daily countdown, but he already knew how much little time he had left. he didn’t need to reminded, especially now...andrew took it out of his back pocket and offered it to neil, pulling away from his mouth. neil took the phone from andrew’s hand and threw it across the living room, not taking his eyes off andrew. andrew watched as the phone bounced off the couch and onto the carpet. neil kissed his neck in attempt to distract him and was rewarded by a startled jolt which was enough reason to do it again. and even though andrew pushed his face away, they were close enough for neil to not miss how andrew shivered.]”

b r o ,,,,,,,,,,,, bro,,,,,,it just--

(when they were alone in the bus otw to that one away game--belmonte, i think?) “[“i wonder when coach found out about this,” neil prompted.

“there is no ‘this’.”

“i wonder when coach found out you only want to kill me ninety-three percent of the time.”

neil retraced his steps and had a moment of realization. before andrew left for easthaven, neil had told andrew to trust him and not ‘neil’.

“it was before you left,” neil started...

“coach doesn’t believe what other people want him to believe, he believes what he sees,” andrew replied...

“are you going to tell them?” neil was referring to the rest of the team, and this was up to him, whether they’ll be out or not.

“i won’t have to. renee says the upperclassmen are betting on your sexuality.”

neil knew that matt mentioned that there were bets on about him, but he didn’t know it was about this.

“it’s a waste of time and money. they’ll all lose. i’ve said all year that i don’t swing and i meant it. kissing you doesn’t make me look any of them differently. the only one i’m interested in is you.”

“don’t say stupid things.”

“make me.” and with that, neil grabbed a fistful of andrew’s hair and pulled him in.]”

dude,,,,,,,,,he can take control,,,,,he can,,,,he can lead, too, but he follows andrew’s because he’s a good boy and he knows how important it is. he improvises and uses what he has and takes control from there. dude. dude.

three) honestly? i think andrew likes it. neil’s unexpected acts of confidence,,,kinda leaves him on the edge of his seat yk,, like doesn’t it increase his percentage? it does, right? cuz ik it did when andrew guided neil to touch his chest and neil emulated andrew’s words, “i won’t be like them. i won’t let you let me be.” (i love them bye) but liek,,,,yeah idk andrew liking neil’s neck kisses/fetish kinda tells me he likes it so maybe this isn’t concrete evidence particularly but i’m still including it because andrew’s a switch, idc what anyone says,

four) i lost my train of thought but i ran out of reasons--on the spot, anyway--so i might come back to this if i do but just to make it clear:

andrew minyard is a switch. (it just takes time, like a lot, but it doesn’t mean it’s necessarily impossible/never gonna happen.)

neil josten is a switch. (he respects andrew’s boundaries and doesn’t push him, he’s fine being guided, but it doesn’t mean he can’t take the initiative himself (and i forgot to mention it but re: when he asked andrew if he doesn’t like to be touched in general or if it’s a trust thing + many more times, before & after their first kiss, i believe, my brain is just empty rn) and i just think that deserves more recognition)

so !!

(this post is a mess, (i always am but today’s just worse) i know, and i’m sorry)

in conclusion,

let neil top andrew !! they deserve it !!

(not that vice versa is bad, but this isn’t either, yk, just saying. also, i hope this isn’t too late to say in the post, but i do not, i repeat, i do not, intend to pressure any content creator--fic writers, fan artists, editors, &c--to create content this particular way only,,,,okay,,,gotta make that unequivocally clear. and i’m not saying andrew topping neil is bad or overrated, because i know that when it comes to them, sex in general would take some time, especially neil topping andrew, but i think they deserve that freedom, yk. again,,,,this is just my personal opinion. no insisting statements here, just wish for freedom to speak my mind, that is all. also feel free to interact if you agree/disagree or both !! i’m willing to hear anyone’s comments or thoughts or whatever !! i hope i’m talking to a brick wall here ahah)

bro brain poop rn

anyway

tl/dr: bro let neil top (not necessarily on top, but that works, too--either/or--or both, if y’all dare ;DD (kill me) (but like srsly) (let neil top) (plz) :))

(also somewhat off topic but might anyone have access to some fics in which consist of neil first getting andrew off ??? i randomly remember it from ms. sakavic’s extra content page and i would like to see what the fandom offers, if y’all don’t mind)

im so mean and insistent on my aftg-related opinions now that i think about it

whoops

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pigeons-scrawlings · 4 years

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"Oh no! There's two of us, and only ONE BED!" Ship of your choice! 💕

Heck yea, hittin' me with a classic! (Btw, sorry this took forever, my dumb brain kept getting stuck XP)

Alright, let's give this a shot, I'm going with Speeding Bullet cuz it's my OTP :D

Oh, and something to note: I know most people tend to headcanon Snipers first name as Mick but I call him Richard/Rich.

And idk why but I like to think that Snipes and Scout know each other's real names so yeah, their names will be used a few times here.

Anywho, on to the fic!

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Scout's been dealing with a lot of feelings lately that he doesn't know what the hell to do with. It's been throwing him off his game pretty badly, and he's gotten very irritable.

He's been picking more fights with his teammates and he can't seem to keep a clear head during matches.

He'd talk to the one friend he's got on the team to vent and get some advice but...

His one friend happens to be the cause of these issues.

He doesn't know how or when exactly it started, things were fine and they could hang out and chat no problem, but then one day all of sudden he can hardly hazard a glance at Sniper without his thoughts wandering to... things.

Things like... How great his voice sounds. How wonderful his eyes are. How much he'd like to touch him, to-

'Jesus, there I go again...' Scout thought as he sighed deeply and put his face in his hand.

A hand on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. Oh yeah, he was talking with Snipes.

"You alright, mate?" Sniper looked at him with clear concern written on his face. Scout brushed his hand off "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Sniper crossed his arms and his expression became more stern "Scout, I know you, something's clearly off. Something's been off for a while now, everyone can see that."

"It's nothin', really"

"Jer, you know you can talk to me, what's-"

"I said I'm fine!" He said that probably a bit louder then he should have, he practically yelled. Scout sighed again and quickly left, leaving Sniper a bit shocked and very worried.

Scout locked himself away in his room and spent the next few hours thinking and sketching out his emotions.

"What the hell am supposed to do..." he muttered to himself as he half-heartedly continued on his drawing.

"The hell can I do? Jus' walk up an' be like 'hey you've been the subject of my fantasies lately'?" Jeremy sighed again and tossed his sketchbook and pencil onto his bed.

He laid back on the bed, put his hands over his face and groaned. 'Even if I did, what would even happen? I don't even know if he... if he even swings that way. With my luck, he'd probably just hate me, think there's something wrong with me.'

He jumped when he heard knocking at his door. "Scout" Fuck. It's Sniper. Fantastic. "Scout I know you're in there, an' that you don't want to talk but I need to speak with ya."

Scout didn't move, hoping Sniper would just go away.

"Jeremy, don't make me get heavy to break your door!" Goddamit. "Alright, fine! Jus' gimme a sec!" He hopped up from the bed and quickly went and opened the door.

Scout leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, giving Sniper a half-hearted glare. "What?"

"We're going on vacation."

"What??"

"You need a break, everyone else needs a break from you, and I'm not comfortable with leavin' you alone right now, so you and me are gonna take a little trip." Sniper tried to give an encouraging smile.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. No." He stepped back and attempted to close the door only to be stopped by Sniper shoving his foot in.

"No choice, mate, like I said, everyone else needs a break from whatever the hell has been going on with you. Either take a trip with me or, well, I don't know what they'd do but I'm sure you wouldn't like it."

Jeremy mulled over the idea for a few moments before reluctantly opening the door.

"Alright. Alright fine, when we leavin'?"

~Time Skip~

The drive out was quiet. Sniper occasionally tried to make small-talk, to lighten the mood but of course, it wasn't doing much.

He wasn't pushing questions though, Scout could be thankful for that.

After another bout of silence, he decided to be the one to break it this time "So, ya gonna tell me where we're goin' yet?"

"You'll see in a bit, we're almost there."

And yet again, the Scout sighed. Sniper wasn't wrong though, in a just about ten or fifteen minutes the path they were following through the woods came to an end.

They were now in a wide clearing. Sniper parked the vehicle and they both hopped out.

'A campground?' There was a well-used fire pit surrounded by logs for seating and a few hiking trails here and there leading back into the woods.

Sniper grabbed a few bags and made his way over to the pit. Scout looked around to see if there was anything interesting to be found here.

He noticed some old, worn-looking railing on the furthest side of the clearing and went over to investigate. On the other side of the railing was apparently a cliff.

As Scout leaned over a rail to peer down it Sniper made his way over to him, grumbling a bit as he went.

Scout glanced at Sniper "Y'alright there, Snipes?" he asked as he continued examining the bottom of the cliff.

Sniper sighed "Well, looks like I somehow forgot somethings, namely the sleeping bags."

As Scout turned to look up at the tall man he was suddenly struck with the mental image of grabbing Sniper by his shirt collar to yank him down for a kiss.

Scout coughed and leaned back on the railing, trying to look calm and casual and praying to God he wasn't blushing

"Ok, so? We can just sleep in your van."

"I only got the one bed in there, mate."

"Oh. Right."

"Yeah. So unless ya feel like sharin', " Sniper began with a mildly amused tone, as he turned to walk back to the camper "I'll just take the floor."

Scout was glad Sniper had turned away because he was definitely blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with him "What? Wait a second!"

Scout quickly walked after Sniper, grabbed his shoulder, turned him back around and gave him an incredulous look "No way, man! I'm not makin' you sleep on the floor!"

"It's fine Jer"

"No, I'll take the floor."

"Wha- Jeremy no, you have the bed, it's fine. Besides, whatever's got you stressed'll just be made worse if ya don't sleep comfortabley."

"I don't care, just- ugh. Alright, ya'know what?" Scout immediately regretted what he was about to say but he didn't stop himself

"We're sharin' the bed!" and with that, he stomped off towards the pit, where Sniper had apparently already gotten a fire going

"Now get yer ass over here, your fire looks like it's dyin'!"

Sniper stood there a moment, a bit stunned, before moving to follow "... Ok, mate."

~Time Skip 2: Electric Boogaloo~

This place had a very relaxing atmosphere, it helped ease Scouts nerves a fair amount. As the sun finished setting the two men were sitting near the fire, eating s'mores and talking.

Sniper was recounting an interesting creature encounter he once had.

"Bullshit, that did not happen," Scout said through a mouthful of graham cracker and marshmallow.

"It's true mate! It was like a jackalope but big as a moose! I'd've shot the thing but I was worried a bullet wouldn't do more than piss it off."

"A big ass kangaroo with antlers, sure. I'll believe that if I ever see it." He finished off his s'more and yawned, feeling a bit drowsy now that the sun was down.

He looked up at the sky, appreciating the stars. Sniper let out his own yawn and spoke "Alright, think we might as well turn in for the night."

Scout hummed an agreement, stood up and stretched as Sniper put out the fire. As they walked to the van some of Scouts drowsy-ness was suddenly replaced with anxiety as he remembered what he'd said earlier.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,' He's gotta share a bed with Sniper. Well, he's not backing out now, he's too stubborn for that. Yup. Stubbornness.

That's it. That's the only reason. The only reason he's gonna go through with it. Certainly not because this has been a fantasy of his. Certainly not because he would very much like to cuddle with the man. Because he doesn't. Really.

After they entered the van they both set about removing their shoes, brushing their teeth, y'know, standard bedtime routine stuff.

Scout was the first to finish and climbed into the bed.

"Y'know, I can still just take the floor, we don't have to-"

"Rich, just shut up and get the hell over here."

Sniper chuckled "Alright."

Scout scooted closer to the wall to make space as Sniper made his way over.

Once he was in the bed Sniper pulled the blankets over the both of them and turned to face away from Scout "G'night, Jer."

"Night"

Scout stared at the ceiling. He wasn't gonna be able to sleep like this, he was far too aware of the warm body lying next to him.

He wanted to curl up to the bushman, to rap an arm around him, to tangle their legs together.

But of course he can't really just go and do that without having to admit some things.

He turned to face the wall and closed his eyes, deciding to at least try to sleep but he was restless, after a few moments he turned to lay on his back again.

Then sighed.

Then turned back to the wall. And tossed and turned a few more times.

Then Sniper sighed and shifted. Turning to lay on his back, he looked at Scout "Jer, you alright, mate?"

"Yeah, m'fine."

"Y'sure? Your tossin' about quite a bit there."

"Yeah, well, not every day I gotta share a bed."

"I can still take the floor if ya want."

"Nah, I'll live."

"Jer, I don't want you gettin' a bad nights sleep 'cause of me."

"Definitely will if ya keep talkin'."

Sniper huffed in amusement "You grew up with seven brothers, didn't you? Can't imagine noise being all that much of an issue."

Scout grumbled quietly, unsure of what else he could say.

Sniper sighed again and shifted to fully face Scout 'Oh God what now' Scout thought.

"Listen. I know you don't want to talk about it, and I promise you if you still don't want to say anything after this then I won't ask again.

But you're my friend, Jeremy, I care about you, about your wellbeing, and I want to help. You know you can talk to me about anything, I won't judge you if that's what you're worried about. So, please. Will you talk to me?"

Scout was quiet for a few moments, trying to think of what the hell he could say. He sure as hell wanted to confess but he was scared of losing his best friend.

He decided to test the waters.

"... Alright..." Scout sat up and turned to lean back on the wall, looking at anything but Sniper, as he collected his thoughts.

Sniper sat up as well and patiently waited.

"Ok, so... I guess it's, uh... I, uh... Ugh... I think... I've, uh..." Scout swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.

"I think I'm... I-in... love?" he glanced at Sniper who gave a bit of confused look

"Not to make light of it, mate, but... Is that all? All of this fuss 'cause of some sheila?" Sniper chuckled and grinned.

"I-it's a... guy... actually..."

Snipers grin dropped and eyes widened slightly "Oh."

"Yeah..."

"Alright, I suppose I can see how you'd be a bit more inclined to secrecy then. Still wish you'd've told me sooner though. Like I always tell you, you can talk-"

"Talk to you about anything, I know, but... I dunno, I just... I dunno..."

"S'alright, Jer... If you don't mind me askin', it's not someone on the team is it?"

Scouts eyes widened and he stared in shock at Sniper "What?! No! Why the hell would I fall for any of those bozos!"

"Jer,"

"That's fucking ridiculous! How can even you suggest that?"

"Jeremy."

"There is no way in hell I would ever even consider one of them-"

"Jeremy!" Sniper clamped a hand down on Scouts shoulder "Would you calm down?"

Scout shut his mouth tightly and stared at Sniper "Listen, mate if telling me who it is is that much of an issue you don't have to!"

"I don't-" Scout was about to deny the idea again but was quickly silenced by Snipers stern expression

"You know you're a terrible liar, mate. You ramble and get defensive every time."

"I- but it's not- It- Fucking Goddamnit!" Scout covered his face and groaned "It's not- ugh!" He sighed lowering his hands but not daring to look at Sniper

"I-I do... want to tell you, I just... I don't..."

Scout felt his throat tighten, his could feel his eyes start to water. Sniper pulled him into a tight hug "It's okay, Jer."

"I don't want you to hate me."

"I could never hate you, I don't give a 'roo's ass who you love, it could never make me hate you!"

Scout gripped tightly to his only friend as if he'd lose him if he let go, he certainly felt like he would.

He pulled back a little ways, still not letting go, and looked Sniper in the eyes, those fantastic eyes. He doesn't know what prompted him to to do it but,

Next thing he knew his lips were on Snipers. He jumped back as soon as he realized what he was doing.

Sniper looked just as shocked if not more so. Scout covered his face again, fully expecting some kind of negative reaction.

Instead, Sniper pulled his hands away, held one of them and put one of his own to Scouts cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb and returned the kiss.

Scout couldn't believe it, he had to be dreaming! But it definitely felt real, and it felt amazing. It made his heart pound.

Sniper broke the kiss and looked Scout in the eyes "...Told ya I wouldn't hate you." He gave a soft smile and kissed Scout on the nose.

Scout smiled and couldn't help but laugh a little "Guess I was really worried over nothin', huh?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead opting to kiss Sniper again.

~The End~

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zaymadden-author · 4 years

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Written by ZAY MADDEN

“Man, this is not how Saturday nights are supposed to go.” With all the shit going on in the world, I’ve been house-bound for a minute, and at this point I’m all TikTok’d out. A couple of my boys and my cousin Terrell pulled up on me around 8 for a couple rounds of 2K 🎮, but you know how Mississippi weather is. Mother Nature randomly decided to do her dirty work and had them staying later than planned, but once the sky stopped roaring, I sent my boys home. It was time for a night cap.

I trailed them outside to make sure they were all gone, and once the last car looped around my driveway, I could finally sit on my porch and think. I had my D’USSÈ 🥃 in one hand and my phone in another, scrolling through my thread of texts to see which girl I could get to bless my night; it was part of my weekend ritual. I had a rule though: never start at the top because most recent pussy tends to be not as interesting unless she really got that 🍑💦 if you know what I’m saying.

So, last I checked, Keisha wit the plump ass moved to Florida, which is unfortunate for me. She had one hell of a mouth piece in bed but never ran her mouth in the streets. I could respect that and that’s why I keep her on standby.

The next on my list, Monica, was on the classy end of the spectrum, but it was like rolling dice with her ass. Most of the time she waits until 7 am to reply. Her brain was still accustomed to her school schedule and she had a day job too, so I respected that. However, it sucked for me though cuz Monica was bad af from head to toe and really would’ve gave me a night to remember. Shit, I still reminisce about our last rendezvous. She had pretty feet and plump lips that felt like pillows with each kiss. And I know it’s weird, but I think it’s a turn on whenever I see her with those scrubs on. It’s just something about a hard-working black woman. (Damn smh.) I decided not even bother her this late.

So I kept scrolling up right, slowly feeling my luck build up, when my phone all of a sudden ding’d. My heart started thumping against my rib cage, and the corners of my mouth shot up. I couldn’t wait to see who this could be.

(I turn my notification banners off for good reason.)

Could it be Ashley? (The one that stayed wayyy out in Clinton). She usually texts when she wants some dick but it takes her forever to get to my place in Madison.

I put my search on pause and immediately made my way to the top to see who it could be. And would you believe it? “She always does this shit bruh. Like fr!”

Lo and fucking behold:

[MOM: Can you take your grandma to the store in the morning? I forgot to tell you earlier. Phone died.]

MAN 😤!! I almost summoned the spirit of Brady and launched $999 worth of iPhone in the damn pond. It’s 12:02 at night. She could’ve just waited until daylight resumed before bothering me with this!

I know that’s my heart and soul, but grandma is not the type of woman I want on my mind right now. But I replied “ok” to avoid any further communication at this hour.

I kept scrolling through my digital black book and I contemplated, but immediately dismissed, the idea of calling Alisha over. She said I be hurting her so she only wanna do oral. “Naw. I’ll pass. I’m good on that tonight.” Nobody else seemed worthy of hitting up at the time, at least this time of night, so I head inside. I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I spritzed a little water on my head and brushed my waves into submission before securing it with my DuRag. Staring at this thick-browed, handsome, brown skinned fellow in the mirror, I began to question whether I still had it. “I am only 23 so that’s nowhere near the ‘falling off’ age,” I say to myself. I guess with me working day and night, I didn’t have time to pull ‘em like I used to.

So, I went and plopped on my bed, face towards the ceiling, contemplating my future, when I heard the sound of rocks sloshing under tires. The sound slowly magnified, and to myself I’m thinking that maybe one of my homeboys forgot something in my house. A barcode-like shadow cast on my wall as the luminance of headlights beamed through my blinds. I almost walked to the door empty handed, but the detective Stabler in me wasn’t taking any chances. So, I grabbed my piece in my night stand and asserted my second amendment rights. Tip-toe after tip-toe I was almost to the door when I heard the engine stop. A few seconds later there was this rhythmic chiming noise echoing through the walls. I crept to the front window stealthily, and peeked out the blinds. I could recognize the vehicle but I had to be sure it was who I thought it was, so I flicked on the second outdoor light.

All I saw was curly tresses flowing through the window of a pink Lexus.

“Aaliyah?” ..... “but how did she?”

With a mixture of anxiety and excitement, I snatched open the front door 🚪 to greet her. And when I saw her strut up the walkway with a touch of flair, a second emotion arose: confusion. How did she know I was alone? How did she know there wasn’t another girl here? It’s been two years and I still can’t figure out how this girl knows me so well and I think that’s why she intrigued me so much. It also scared me a little bit too. I usually don’t let a girl come over unannounced.

She would’ve been the first girl I tried to text, but last I checked she was in New York on business.

I shoot commercials for a living and I did one for her boutique. That’s how we came across each other.

But she’s here now so who cares that she popped up. (Maybe that’s just my dick talking 🤷🏾‍♂️... idk)

She had two Raising Cane’s bags, which I’m guessing that, during this pandemic, was the only thing she could come across at this time a night. Everything else was closed, even Taco Bell.

She let out a soft “Hey” as she bat her lashes and I quickly shut the gap in my mouth.

“What’s up?” I then responded.

And for a moment our eyes did a tango before she broke the silence.

“Can I come in? It’s kinda hot out here. ”

[And she wasn’t lying about that.]

We suddenly smiled at each other (each clipped with a note of sensuality), and with a nonverbal response, I helped her carry the drinks in and held open the door, catching a strange whiff of fried chicken and some floral fragrance as she walked by. I sucked my bottom lip as she sashayed towards my couch; those long legs accented by her gold trimmed pumps.

With a quick, smooth swivel of her body, she had positioned herself towards me, carrying a whole conversation with her eyes.

After locking my door I suddenly needed to adjust my boxer briefs. Gazing at those smooth brown legs made me graduate from flaccid to half chub, but my need to feast was urgent. My stomach was growling like a mf.

So I sit down to eat, right. And we get to chatting about her trip to NY ✈️ and how she’s been so stressed out with trying to open up a store out there. The whole time she’s going on and on about her tired body and her hectic work schedule, I’m reading in between the lines. She didn’t come here looking like that just to talk about work.

Aaliyah has never been one to admit what she wants from me, she just drops hints and expects you to go fishing for answers.

After smashing half my chicken box though, she got up like she had no time to waste. With a flick of her ankles she had both shoes flying across the floor. She took one last glance at me before leading the way to my bedroom, first slipping her skirt off in the living room and her shirt slowly draped from her body as she made her way down the hall. To keep up the tempo, I removed whatever she did, and by the time we made it to my room it was nothing but birthday suits.

I was ready for penetration at the door, but baby girl had other plans. She made me sit on the love seat by my window as she put on a show for me. It was an immediate game of teasing and temptation as she watched me slowly stroke my dick to every scene of her performance. First it was the leg play, then the breast tease, and then my favorite of all... something she knows gets me hard as steel.... the pussy play.

I love it when she bends open her thighs and plays with the most anticipated part of her body. Her smooth, brown sugar skin and nude polished nails drew an excellent contrast to that sweet, bright pink center. And she knew I wanted it too. She also knows how much I brag about how tight she is, so she takes her two fingers and spreads it open in full view for me. It was one thing for me to speculate, but when she slid one finger in and out for me, it was proof enough that her coochie still had that snap-back action.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my dick now towering from my hand, I made my way over to her. She was now in submission as I asserted myself over her, so I pulled her to the the edge of the bed to get ready for my part. I looked down at myself, the tip of my dick head now glistening with anticipation, and said to her “I want you.”

And in the blink of an eye I was down on my knees and I had her hips cradled in my arms; my tongue digging into the flesh of her thigh, roughly gasping for air as I was too focused to remember breathing. With a slow dance of kissing and tongue-groping, I lead a trail up and down her thighs until I heard her say, “OMG.... Sean!”

I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum stream down to my ankle as I made my way to her hot zone 👅 . Like a rollercoaster, I had my tongue going round and round, remembering all the pressure points that made her thrust her pelvis into my face. I was in full control now, and no matter how hard she gripped the sheets, there was no escaping my vice grip.

My tongue was putting in overtime, and right before my clock struck 1:00 🕐 , I felt her first nut. We both laughed (our goofy asses) to try and cut down on all that sexual tension.

I reared my head to get a good look at her sex face, my goatee now dripping in her juices, and I gave her a look that let her know I was ready for that action. I sprinted like hell to my night stand to grab me a “rain coat,” acting as if my dinner was about to get cold or something.

I slid that mf on so quick. I’d been waiting for this all night. Pussy in my mouth was one thing, but BEING in it... whew 😌.

I looked at her again before I engaged in our post-foreplay session. I already had my 🍆💦 on the edge ready for the deep dive. We shared a gaze as I slowly began to make my way inside. She had that “keep going” look on her face, but it was only so long that she could keep her composure. After the head made its way in, baby girl’s eyes began to sync with my slow strokes. They rolled as my hips began to roll, and before she knew it, her neck gave out and she rested her head. I finessed my hips into a slow roll as I reached down and sucked on her neck. Her walls began to relax as her pussy gradually began to invite me in. I kept piping her down, constantly going deeper until her belly felt full. And by then, I knew I had her.

I secured her backside with my arms, careful not to smother her precious body, as she demanded I up the pace. To keep up the demand, I got more comfortable on the bed before I shifted into overdrive. “Nice Sean” was gone and “ZADDY Sean” was on the scene.

I was working that pussy like I was running track, and before long, she had thought twice about what she asked for. She thought she was slick, inching her body away like I didn’t notice. But guess what, I inched right along with her ass. She had a long ways to go on my California King before she could escape this dick.

At this point, her facial expressions were no longer inaudible. She was squeezing out “oooo’s” and “ahhhhh’s” between every attempt to catch her breath.

“Wait baby... ooooooooo wait.” She pleaded, but mercy was no longer on the table. I kept going until her juices soaked my inner thigh.

“OMG Sean!” She utters the mantra again. But this time I give in to her cries. Hell, I needed to catch my breath too. Shit! 🥵

I rolled over for a brief intermission, slowly creeping my way to the top of the bed near my pillow. She followed. We rested for a good little minute, kissing on each other as the clock kept ticking, but I was mentally preparing for the second round. It was late at night so I had only about two good positions left in me.

She took a bathroom break before we resumed.

I had decided it was her turn, so I stayed where I was and used my finger to signal her to come near when she walked back in the room. So, she took a domineering stance right before she climbed into bed and cat walked towards me. Titties just bouncing everywhere. Curls flowing effortlessly in the breeze of my ceiling fan. She knew what she was doing and she got my lil man right back up. ☝🏾

She leaned towards me for a kiss as she saddled my waist, slow grinding to drum up more anticipation. I slapped my meat against her ass cuz I wanted her to stop playing these games. Hell, my dick was damn near shivering in the wind now.

But she took the hint and began to guide it back in. This time I rolled MY eyes as her warm goodies began to cradle me inside. She placed her hands on my chest and made her first move upward, then she put her hips in reverse. She put this same two-step on repeat, bouncing up and down on my shit, going all the way to the base. I’m talking balls deep. With this kinda grip, my dick was on the verge of spittin’ already, but I held back my nut. “This ain’t how I wanna to go out”

I was diggin’ this lil rodeo vibe she had going on, but the more her pussy lips clapped down on me, the more I started edging. I let her take control for a minute, but that minute quickly turned into a second as her hip grinding began to slow down. The batteries in that energizer bunny were at 20%... but thats what Zaddy Sean is here for. 😏

Right as she was on her way up, I stopped her and I kept her right in that position, pounding that 🎂 until all I heard was Mac n cheese stirring.

But shit, at this point it was time to make that Mac n cheese creamy. I got prepared for the finale as we moved into sex position #95.

I had her face on the pillow and I made her spread them cheeks before I dove in back. And for some reason, this position always gets me. Idk if it’s the fluffiness of the ass that gets my rocks off or the fact that the thigh clenching makes everything feel tighter. Who knows. But I didn’t have time to contemplate that.

With a few more strokes I was about to fuckin explode. I grabbed her extra tight, squeezing them titties and pushing extra deep until her moans went from tenor to soprano.

“Only a few more seconds baby,” I said in my head.. “just a few more seconds.”

I put a flex in my hips when I felt that good moment coming, and on my last stroke of edging, when I hit her spot, she squeezed her cheeks extra tight... and that was the extra umph that I needed to let loose.

I wanted to paint her back 💦 but the hooded Kermit in me said “naw, leave that shit in big dawg.” 😏

So, I hit my last pumps like a New Years countdown. 5... 4... 3.... 2... making sure my last hit was the strongest. I held it there as my body spasmed and my perineum pulsated, leaving me temporarily paralytic.

Cuz that’s what good pussy will do to ya.

I took a second to savor the moment because my horny-ness hadn’t completely subsided yet. By the time I was ready to pull out, my jimmy was slowly becoming soft & squishy again.

With the head still sensitive, I slowly abort, careful to keep the condom in tact. She’s about as sleepy as I am now, and as I withdrew, she stole a peek of me staring at all the nut weighing down the tip of my condom.

It was mutually understood that we were both tapping out, but we mustered up enough energy to quickly shower up. The whole time in the shower I’m still mesmerized by her beauty, all horny-ness aside.

We towel off in about ten minutes and return to the room before I quickly throw some fresh sheets on my bed.

She basically invited herself to spend the night and who was I to say “no” to her. Cute ass. She knew she was my Achilles heel. So, as we lay in our resting position before dozing off, the question circled back around in my head...

How the hell did she know I was alone? 🤔

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pandemicthestory · 4 years

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8: masked

YOUTUBE SEARCH// how to make a pandemic mask with a bandana (to save a brain dead sister)

After hanging up with Madison, Emma pulls up a YouTube video on how to make a DIY mask out of a bandana and two rubber bands.

She hasn't been outside for almost three months now, except now and then stepping onto her front porch so she can remind herself what air smells like. Now, it's time to brave the storm--or rather, the toxic virus that has suffocated thousands.

"Where do you think you're going?" calls mom.

"And what the hell is that thing on your face? Looks like a diaper." her dad loves to make jokes at her expense to entertain her mother. Normally, she might tell him to piss off and maybe comment on his lack of a career or any good qualities in general. That would normally land her "quarantined" (ha) to her bedroom. They see it as punishment, but for Emma, solitude away from those assholes has always been a delight.

Sure, these sentiments come across as harsh. But Emma's anger towards her parents didn't come out of nowhere. If it was up to her, she'd have a wonderful relationship with them--hell, they might all be sitting on the couch together right now, watching The Sopranos and sharing a bowl of popcorn. But that's an alternate universe that she'll never live in.

Some parents don't have favorites. Emma's parents are not those parents.

Once upon a time, back when she and Isabel were the best of friends, the four members of their family felt close. A cohesive unit. It was so long ago now that Emma hardly remembers it...but the memories of taking bike rides through the park trails that ended with a picnic, and of ice skating in the winter before the reward of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, those memories are still there. They loved to be outdoors together. It seems like they became trapped indoors long ago, long before this pandemic began.

If Emma could let go of those memories, she would. Maybe it's because they're so deeply ingrained in her mind, like shrapnel in a war wound, that the pain of her current reality is sharper than it has to be. Every time she feels her mom's disapproving stare or her dad's condescending laughter, in the back of her mind, she remembers the ice rink. It's the comparison between then and now that she can't seem to let go of.

When she and Isabel got a bit older, their dad got a better job. Well, one that paid him more money, but not one that made him happier. Still, everyone called it "better." They moved to a bigger house in a more relevant suburb and their mom started wearing fancier clothing. There were no bike trails nearby.

As Emma's dad was around less, Emma's mom had more anxiety. And she had nothing to do with it--at first. At some point, she started to compare and contrast her two daughters. Emma: older, more introverted, creative, distant. Isabel: outgoing, popular, bubbly, positive. Emma's mom always felt that she was responsible for Emma's trouble connecting with others, and in some ways, she was. It was a cycle. Emma's distance led her mom to fear her, which made her more distant.

Emma was very young when her mom decided that she had already slipped away. Her mom made up her mind that she wouldn't let the same happen to Isabel. She felt immense guilt for letting go of Emma, but their strained relationship was a constant reminder of her own inadequacies. With Isabel, it would be different.

Emma was old enough and smart enough to understand the difference between the way her mom treated her and her little sister. It wasn't Isabel's fault, but Emma resented her nonetheless. So when Emma moved out of the butterfly room into her own space, she shut the door behind her. And thus, over time, the two sisters grew apart.

With each lonely glass of wine, their mother grew apart from reality. Her mission to "save" Isabel was noble, but she didn't have the energy to fully commit. And Emma's father was in and out of the picture to the extent that she decided to let him go, to shut herself off from the disappointment and scorn, a coping mechanism that she had unintentionally learned from her mom.

Ultimately, money had not solved the problems of the Bradford family. However, that didn't mean that Emma wasn't going to stockpile a shitload of it. And run away from them forever.

"I'm just going for a walk around the block." Emma says through her DIY bandana mask.

"Well, stay 6 feet apart from anyone you might see out there. It's easy to catch this thing even from just breathing." Emma's mom commands. Showing authority is the one of the last ways she knows how to connect with her oldest daughter.

"Yeah, no shit." Emma says under her breath, leaving before they can chastise her.

Emma's mom watches her daughter leave. Her dad shakes his head.

"When this is all over, we'll have to do something about her. She's not well." His concern is questionably genuine. He's not a bad person, though his loyalty has wavered over the years. It's more so that he fell out of touch a long time ago and never returned.

Emma's mom continues to stare. She doesn't like that her daughter speaks to her like that. But what she likes even less is the feeling that overall, in her life, she's losing control.

"I don't know about waiting until this is all over. We might have to do something sooner than that."

Emma steps outside. April in the midwest is nasty. Apparently, before global warming gave the planet a death sentence, this month used to be spring. There were flowers, and grass, and other green stuff. So she'd been told. But now, everything is grey and wet. Just as well, since the outdoors are not so relevant anymore.

She sees a navy blue Toyota Prius rounding the corner onto her street. She grins, she can always count on Madison.

Emma runs down the street so that her parents won't see Emma's car in front of their house. If they make this quick, they can be back before her mom and dad question what could have happened. They'll believe she had only been on a walk.

As Emma gets into Mad's car, the feeling of closeness is overwhelming. The two friends fight the strong urge to hug.

"Oh my god, this is so weird. I can't believe you're here. That I'm seeing you. Oh god it's trippy." Madison rambles.

"I can't believe it. Not hugging you really sucks."

Madison jokingly backs away from her.

"I dunno if I wanna hug you with that mask...looks like a diaper on your face."

"Yeah and where's your mask? You're just jealous cuz you're gonna die, like an idiot." Emma buckles her seatbelt and turns up the radio. David Bowie is really setting the rebellious tone.

"Ok can you please tell me where we're going? Kinda need to know if I'm gonna drive us there." asks Madison.

"Ok get ready for it: we're going to Best Buy."

Madison looks at Emma like, "you pulled me out of my house in a fucking pandemic for this? I hate you."

"What the hell are you talking about, Em? First of all, WHAT. And second of all it's closed!! Duh!!"

"And we're gonna go anyway. Just trust me, ok?"

Madison rolls her eyes and turns the car around. This is not the heist she was expecting, but it will have to do.

Driving through town is freaky, to say the least. Everything is closed, there are no cars, and the fact that it's grey just really makes it the most depressing place one could be on a Friday.

"Everything's really closed, isn't it?" Emma asks, staring out the window at the ghost town. Madison shakes her head.

"And you think Best Buy is gonna be any different?"

Seemingly, it isn't. They pull up to Best Buy and the store is aggressively closed, its darkened windows matching every other depressing business in the strip mall. The expansive parking lot is empty...except for just one car.

"Huh, who do you think that is?" Madison asks, peering while pulling into a parking space. Emma holds her breath, really hoping Madison won't be pissed, but knowing she will be.

"Yeah, um, I know who that is. Because I asked him to come."

"God Emma, what did you do?"

It's then that a young man steps out of his car. Short, athletic build, cropped auburn hair...it's Gabriel. Zoe's senior boyfriend. What. The. Hell.

"Ummm, care to explain why GABE is here?" Madison hisses through clenched teeth, as they get out of the car.

"If I had told you beforehand, you wouldn't have driven me."

They approach Gabriel, who leans against his car, slightly confused. Emma attempts a handshake, as if this is a business conference. She immediately hates herself for her awkwardness. What is the appropriate greeting in a heist?

"Nice mask." He smirks.

"It's a diaper." Madison retorts. He laughs.

"So Emma, I didn't tell Zoe...but if I'm gonna lie to my girlfriend, you gotta give me a good explanation. I mean, you don't even like me."

"True." Madison says, as Emma nudges her in the ribs. Emma takes a deep breath.

"Thanks for meeting us Gabe. Like I said on the phone, I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important, and I'm pretty sure this might be life or death. That sounds stupid but yeah. This is all very weird, and I can't really explain the full story because there's this thing with my sister, and there's a game that she played, and this guy online might be responsible for why she's currently a vegetable, although I'm pretty sure that's temporary, at least I fucking hope it is. Anyway does that make any sense at all?"

Madison and Gabriel stare at her looking completely lost. Emma regains her nerve. Get to the point.

"Gabe, I know you worked here two summers ago. Right?"

He nods.

"Do they have...an employee entrance of some kind? Like a door in the back? Any kind of warehouse opening?"

"There's an employee entrance in the back of the store." he says, cautiously. Again, Emma takes a breath.

"Well then, what I'm hoping...is that you still have a key, or a card, or whatever it takes to get inside."

Both Gabriel and Emma look shocked. Gabe speaks first.

"I um...I keep all my key cards. You never know what could happen." Now that he's catching on, his tone has grown more serious.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say. We need to get inside, Gabe. I need a certain piece of equipment."

Gabe nearly laughs.

"So what you're saying is you want to steal electronics from the warehouse? Do you know what would happen if we got caught?"

"Well yes, well, no...um, my uh...little sister..."

Emma's face is red now. She's now realizing that this was an incredibly stupid idea...how could she have thought of something so reckless, and actually suggested it out loud. She'd fully love to be anywhere but here, even squeezed between mom and pop on the couch.

Oddly, it's Julian's voice she hears echoing in her head--scorning her for letting these other people into a situation so personal.

They don't know her. No one knows the real her, except him. He's yelling at her for jeopardizing their opportunity to run away together. For putting herself first.

She gulps back tears. Is it Julian's voice, or her mom's?

Madison's voice snaps her out of it.

"I say let's fuckin do it." she says.

Emma exhales. Gabriel looks at her intently.

"You sure?" he asks.

Emma looks at the dark, looming building in front of them. She learned at a very young age how to be brave.

"We gotta be quick."

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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The best date ever

Arthur Curry x female! reader

Warning: curse words

Specifics: fluff, romance, comedy, one-shot, pictures, gifs, race-neutral reader

People: arthur curry, you, diana prince

Words: 2,620

Requested: By @divaanya Hi!!! So about that sequel to The Old Man's Tale.. 😍😂 I'm not sure if you wanted specifics here or in submissions, so I'll put them here... I was thinking simply about them having that dinner, maybe Arthur picking her up in the morning, showing her around the town, then them eating and talking about her drawings and just fluff...😍😍😍 And I'd love to read anyting you feel like writing about them... And any other aquaman fics you come up with!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Authors Note: srry fam for not posting in a while, ive just been rlly stressed out lately with some personal things like my plate is so full. so pls fam be patient i am still writing just at a slow pace, i need to find a good time to write so im still working that out rn. i hope u guys like this, again srry my peeps! <3<3<3

“Oh my god,” you shouted as you quickly rose up from your slumber, remembering today was the day. “Crap! I have that date with,” you sigh. “My sexy hunk of a hero.”

At the speed of light you got ready, making sure you looked beautiful and glamorous for this date.

“Perfect,” you chuckled as you looked at yourself in the mirror, posing and modeling to yourself.

All of a sudden you heard a car’s horn beep from outside. You grabbed your things such as your sketchbook, your phone, the same things Arthur had saved. You open the door and there is standing Arthur with a bouquet of flowers.

“I found these and thought ‘hey they are beautiful’, and then I thought for a while ‘who could I give this to,’ and then I thought of you.” Arthur grinned from ear to ear, his personality seemed to beam and make the world a better place.

“Awww these are for me? Arthur they are extremely beautiful,” you stand on your tippy toes and give him a peck on his cheek. “Thank you! Let me find a vase for these.”

While you are putting the flowers away, Arthur stares at you from afar. You are truly a beauty. He can’t help but linger longer in looking at your curves, your body. The way the dress hugged you tightly, the curve of your butt. Your legs that to him looked better than even Diana Prince. The way you moved yourself about made Arthur like you more, made him want to understand you and get to know you more.

“You look really, really, really, pretty today y/n.”

You turn around, bashful and place the vase on a nearby table, “oh stop you! But thank you, you always look handsome yourself Curry. Whelp are you ready to go?”

“Ready as ready can get sweetheart,” Arthur opened the door for you. “But before we eat, how about I show you the best places around town?”

“I would really like that,” you smile as you take Arthur’s hand that he offered you and go to his car.

As Arthur’s driving a sweet melody of a tune is playing on the radio, making the morning relaxing.

“I can’t wait to see where you live! All the stuff you do daily, things that make you happy, stuff like that,” you smile as you wrap your tiny arm around his strong, muscled one. Arthur grins seeing how adorable you are and how interested you look at knowing about his home.

(ok but i love this gif because his smile is the bomb and the scrunchie is my life; sometimes i ask myself, how r we the same species?)

He gently holds your small hand and laces his thick fingers with yours. You peer up at him and see he is speaking about something the opposite way. Your heart beats vigorously, you are bashful and try to hear what he is talking about but you just stare at your two hands together, his and yours. They looked perfect as one, this meant something right?

“So what do you think, onto another sight?” Arthur asked, now his focus was on you. You fanned yourself and breathed harshly, “ooh is it me or is it extremely hot in here? Wooo, woah, ok, wow.”

“Y/n, its colder than an igloo in here, how in god’s name are you hot?”

“...menopause?”

Arthur chuckled, knowing exactly why you were like this. He knew it was about him holding your hand. He felt the way you tensed up when he did that, it made him for some reason happy. Happy to know that you were nervous around him because then you care about how he sees you, you care about his feelings.

“You look beautiful by the way sweetheart. You know what I don’t think there has ever been a day for you when you didn’t look beautiful.”

You swatted his way as you chuckled while rolling your eyes, “you’re too much Arthur Curry. Do you flirt with all your girls like this?”

“No...just you.”

Your eyes bugged wide open and you tried to change the subject. “What’s that place over there?”

“Oh that, that’s the ice skating rink. Its been there for like forever, its really fun. It may not look much but that’s where people just enjoy each others company, love birds, kids, teenagers, you name it, they go there.”

“That sounds so nice. Lovebirds you say though?” You raise your brow as your arm rests on the center console of the car. Arthur turns his head from the window to you and his head moves closer to yours. In a sultry, raspy, deep voice he says, “yeah many, many lovebirds go there. They dance around each other and sometimes get to touch.” Arthur comes closer and his lips almost go to yours, but then he stops. He smiles, “that means then we should go!” He gets out of the car so quickly you didn’t have a chance to think about what just happened.

“What!?!”

One minute you thought you were going to kiss this hunk of a merman and now he’s wanting to go ice skating, and you don’t even know how to ice skate! Then you realized, he was trying to play hard to get. He flirts and tries to kiss you and then he doesn’t! “Well, two can play it that game!” You thought in your head.

“Okay I should of told you this but Arthur...I can’t skate!” Your holding onto Arthur for dear life as you stand on the ice with the skates on.

“Well lets just practice a little, I’m gonna let go-

“No Arthur don’t you let go I swear if you let go I’m gonna punch you in the balls so hard that you’re gonna wish you were a woman, don’t you let go!”

“And when I let go y/n, lets see if you can skate on your own. Okay 1, 2, 3.” Arthur lets you go and pushes you forward to bring speed to you. You slide forward with a shriek as you can’t stop. As you’re about to fall to your death Arthur comes to the rescue and picks you up with ease. “Man, sweetheart I’ve already saved your life twice. I should get a reward.”

Arthur holds your hand as he practically guides you through on the ice. “Yeah you want to see your reward?” You smack his torso and shoulders but unfortunately with your size compared to his you didn’t really do much damage.

“Ouch what was that for?”

“What was that for? Arthur I nearly almost died...again! You pushed me you hot, idiot, jerk, stupid, guy!” You look straight up into his eyes with an angry face.

“So you think I’m hot?” Arthur comes closer to you.

You try to slide back but you trip and that makes Arthur strong hands go to your back, near your butt and bring you closer to his body. “I never said a thing like that.”

Arthur’s handsome face gets closer with yours and his body is touching your body, tightly pressed together. “I think you did, I know you did.”

You look away as you put your hands up. His lips go to your ear, “don’t worry y/n, I think I’m hot as well.”

Your face becomes annoyed as you shove his face away from you and roll your eyes. “Haha, good one.” You say sarcastically as his laughter booms loudly. He laughed so hard he had to wipe a tear. “Was it really that funny Arthur?”

Arthur nods, “oh yeah definitely. You should of seen your face!”

“HAHAHAHAHA WELL YOU SHOULD OF FELT YOUR JUNK, CUZ IT WAS GIVING A STANDING OVATION!” You then laugh really hard at your joke and pretend to wipe a tear. You see Arthur’s face as he gives you a death glare. You chuckle some more as he skates towards you. He wraps his hand in yours and you two skate like normal people do, or how the lovebirds do.

It was actually really romantic.

“There you go sweetheart, just like that.” You actually were skating correctly, of course holding for dear life onto Arthur, but still you did it. You were skating smoothly, almost perfectly.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing it!” You smiled up at Arthur, your smile beaming. This made Arthur happy and his heart pound. He couldn’t focus on anything except you, the way you looked up at him. You looked like a goddess, like his whole life revolved around you. Like you were meant to be his, and he was meant to be yours.

“Arthur, Arthur, Arthur! We’re gonna crash!”

As soon as you said that you and him crashed into the wall. Before your body could hit the cold, harsh ice, Arthur fell on his back but caught you just in time.

“Oh my! Arthur are you okay?” You felt yourself being carried and laid, on your stomach, on his chest. His eyes were shut, so you shook him and tried to get him to wake up. “Arthur please wake up! Are you okay?”

You were starting to get worried that he hurt himself badly until he woke up. “Did I scare you?”

You smacked his face a couple of times, “Are you serious? Yes you scared me Arthur! I thought you were hurt. C’mon lets go somewhere to eat because I am starving.”

Arthur got up with your help and placed his hand on your hip as you two walked to the car. “Hey, thanks for worrying about me.” Arthur bent down and kissed your cheek, then he walked to his car leaving you all bashful.

“I swear this boy,” you muttered.

You two ended up deciding to go to a pizza restaurant. (if u dont like pizza then u r cursed and have sinned because pizza is a gift from god)

As you walked in the smell was good! It smelled delicious! Your stomach growled at the thought of fresh, hot pizza.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. We could of gotten food sooner.” Arthur looked at the menu by the cashier. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder. If no one knew it, it looked as if you two were a couple.

Suddenly Arthur stomach growls. “Well if you were hungry Arthur, we could of gotten some food.”

Arthur puts his hair in a man bun with his light pink scrunchie, you could tell he was embarrassed. “I didn’t want to interrupt you having fun on the ice.”

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed Arthur’s cheek, “thank you, that was really sweet of you.”

After you two bought the pizza, you guys sat at the booth by the window.

“This looks so good! I’m starving!”

“Well y/n, bon appetit!”

You ate like you haven’t eaten in years, the pizza was so perfect and so delicious in your mouth. The atmosphere was perfect. Jazz music was playing in the background, there were not too many people there but enough to hear talking. It was gloomy looking outside since it was so cold. You took your coat off and placed it next to you.

“So I saw your sketchbook, what do you draw?” Arthur asked, taking a gigantic bite out of his Hawaiian pizza.

“Oh pretty much everything. Yeah, I like to draw animals, settings, but mostly people. I mean I love art but sketching and drawing is my passion, it lets me vent as much as possible. I just think about life when I draw. Think about how I want to better my life, how to better me.” You find yourself getting off the discussion. “Sorry, I’m talking too much aren’t I?”

Arthur placed his hand on yours and smiled, “not at all. Please continue.”

“I wanted to get away from my day to day life. Sometimes doing the same thing over and over, day by day can be such a bore and honestly tiresome. That’s why I needed to come here. I wanted to experience a place like never before, and also encourage myself to draw more.”

“Well I’m glad you made that decision to come here, if you hand’t then I would not have met you.”

“Thank you Arthur.”

“Can I see your drawings?”

You started choking on your piece of pizza, “what? You mean like mine, my drawing as in my own, like mine?”

“I’m pretty sure mine means that.”

You chuckled and scratched the back of your head, “I don’t know Arthur, they’re not that good.”

Arthur gave you a wink, “c’mon y/n, I know they’ll look amazing.”

You pull out your sketchbook from your bag and hand it to him.

“Wow y/n,” was all he said as he was mesmerized, captivated by your art. “You are incredible y/n, just incredible! I’m speechless with how you draw.”

“Thanks, it feels good to have someone important say such great things about them.”

Arthur almost turns to the page you don’t want him to see. “Um don’t see that drawing.”

Arthur raises his brow, “why not?”

“Because it has something personal on there.” You try to grab it but Arthur is too quick and moves it away from you. “Give it back Arthur!”

“Wait! I want to see what it is.” As he says this he turns the page to show a drawing of him.

You feel hot and so embarrassed. Your hands become so sweaty and your heart pounds. Will he think your drawing is weird or stupid?

“Y/n, this is so beautiful. I can’t believe you drew me.” Arthur was baffled at your gift. Just from seeing him in a short time you sketched him out like you knew him for many years. You got each curve and each detail of his face and body.

“I studied your face long and hard when you picked me up. I had to draw out my hero.”

Arthur’s smile made you fall more in love with him. “I’m sorry if me drawing you was weird. I can just get rid of it when I go back to my cabin.”

“No! Please y/n, don’t. Please don’t get rid of this amazing drawing. Hel* I wish I could draw you, but not even a dam* drawing would show and describe how beautiful you are, not words not art, nothing. You are so frickin gorgeous and sweet y/n, you really are.” Next thing you knew Arthur got up and sat next to you in the booth. Feeling shy you backed away in the booth but this just made Arthur get extremely closer to you. His wild blue eyes were half lidded as he was overpowered with love and lust for you, and to be honest so were you. Arthur came closer and closer to you until his huge body trapped your tiny, fragile one against the wall. “I so wanna kiss you right now,” breathed out Arthur, rubbing delicately your cheek.

“I wanna kiss you so bad too,” you said in a whisper, looking directly at Arthur’s plump lips. Without no hesitation Arthur’s lips crashed on yours. You two didn’t care who was watching or who was there. This kiss was needed. Arthur’s tongue slipped in your mouth in one swift movement, but just as quick as it went in it went out. He was teasing you! He was showing you what was to come if you two spent the night in a sexual escapade. You two made out a few more seconds until you and him separated to catch your breaths. He leaned his forehead against yours, “boy am I glad you decided to come here for your vacation.”

You chuckled and touched Arthur’s facial hair, “me too Arthur. Me too.”

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A Touch of Destiny ch.5 - Friday Night

Drake x OC (Jessa)

Words: 2015

Back in New York City, Friday night finally arrives. Drake was a big bundle of nerves. He couldn’t wait to see Jessa, but if she tried to tell him they should “just be friends” again, he was going to have to take some drastic measures to convince her otherwise. And he wasn’t sure how yet.

. How could someone dream they were in love, but when with the person, try to convince themselves otherwise? Although, he was proud that she--hopefully--was breaking up with her boyfriend. At least she wasn’t a cheat. Granted, people in relationships don’t go around kissing other people, but she did always draw the line after that, and he respected her for it. Besides that, he knew that if Jessa was his girl, she would definitely not be kissing anyone else. Nope, when their lips touched, the entire universe stopped just for them. It was incredible.

“Ready, Drake?” Liam asked him

“Yup.” He responded

“Still nervous?” Steve asked

Drake just shrugged.

“Well, then, let’s go party!” Maxwell led the way out the door. The four men walked the city streets until they arrived at a small pub. Drake liked the atmosphere already. Nothing fancy. They were supposed to meet the girls at 9, but by the time they got there it was almost 10. Drake had been surprised that Jessa never text him, that Riley had messaged Liam the details. But it didn’t matter, he was going to see her now.

When they walked in, the girls were easily spotted. The bar wasn’t too busy, and there were four of them, Jessa, Riley, Sadie, and Theresa. He didn’t remember much about Sadie and Theresa but at least there was a girl for every guy, so no one would feel like an awkward third wheel. Drake was all too familiar with that feeling, and it always sucked.

Liam walked straight over with the air of confidence he always carried. “Hello, ladies. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“Liam!” Rile squealed, jumping onto him for a hug.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, then started chuckling. “It’s good to see you too, Riley. I apologize we’re late.”

“Oh, that’s ok! But you guys have some catching up to do. We’ve had several shots already. We’re celebrating so we didn’t wait!”

“What are you celebrating?” Maxwell asked

A glint crossed Riley’s eyes, and she leaned closer to Drake “Jessa’s single” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “Preeeeetty sure you’re the reason why.” She giggled.

Drake’s breath caught. She did it? She’s alone?

“She also started her new book. Eeeeee it’s so exciting!”

He looked over to where she was standing, pounding a beer with her two other friends. Gotta respect a girl who can chug. A smile spread on his face as he walked over.

“Hey, Jessa.”

“Drake! I thought you wouldn’t make it.” She responded

“Oh? Why would you think that?”

She shrugged. “Cuz you’re late. Figured you chickened out. Or something.”

He grinned “I would never turn down an opportunity to see you. I thought I made my intentions clear.”

She laughed, and it sounded like music to his ears. “Yes, but that was Vegas. This is home. Totally different.”

“Not for me.” He stated matter of fact

A blush crept onto her face “You’re adorable when you blush” he told her. Then he watched as the blush deepened, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him.

“Heard you started a new book. I’ll buy you a drink to celebrate.” He said

She nodded “Okay! Yes, I did. I was having such a hard time deciding on the next story and finally inspiration struck.”

Drake ordered them both a whiskey. “So, what’s it about? You never told me what you write.”

She shrugged. “Maybe someday I’ll give you my pen name, and you can find out for yourself.”

Ah, that explains why I couldn’t find anything under her name.

“You could do that. You could also tell me.” Drake had a feeling he already knew, otherwise she would have told him.

But she shook her head. “No…I’m not saying you wouldn’t like it, I’m just saying…ah, hell, I don’t know what I’m saying. Justin never supported my writing, that’s why I was having such a hard time starting a new novel. And I just don’t want to feel like a disappointment anymore.”

What a freaking asshole. How could someone make this dark-haired beauty feel bad about herself? I bet what she writes is amazing. And probably smoking hot.

He leaned in, murmuring in her ear “I also heard you dumped the jerk.”

He wrapped one of his arms around her waist. “So, fuck him. We’re drinking. We’re celebrating. And we’re together again so we’re going to have a good time.”

She turned her head and grinned up at him. “You’re right. Cheers, Drake. To new adventures.”

“And new romance” he added with a wink, clinking their glasses.

She laughed again “How are you this bold? You must be really smooth with the ladies.”

“Actually…no. Smoothness is not my thing. But with you, things are different. I feel like I’ve known you forever. Which…makes me really comfortable and excited to see you.”

He turned her to face him and cupped her face in his hands “You’re also fighting your feelings for me, and I can’t help but wonder why. So, I’m trying to figure it out.”

She licked her lips. “I don’t…really know why either. But…”

“No buts. Unless you want me to back off completely. Then you'll be stuck wondering what it would have been like with me for the rest of your life. Or at least, that’s what I’ll be doing.”

He let go and took a step back, leaving her staring at him in shock, as the rest of the group sauntered over to them.

“Time for shots!” Sadie announced. “Pick your poison, Jessa. It’s your night.”

“Fireball whiskey” she said without hesitation, still staring at Drake.

Drake raised an eyebrow. He was expecting her to choose something like a Lemon Drop, not that anything was wrong with that. But she was going hardcore, mixing fire with whiskey. Drake was impressed, and everyone would be drunk soon enough on that.

“Let’s do it!” Drake said. She grinned and placed the order. Once everyone swallowed it down, all of them grimacing except Jessa and Drake, everyone ordered more drinks and spread out around the bar. There was a pool table, two dart boards, and a foosball table. Drake led Jessa over to a dartboard.

“You any good?” He asked her

“Oh please, I’m a pro!” She said, eyes shining.

Drank handed her some darts and brushed his fingers against hers, noticing the warmth that immediately spread from the small touch.

“Ladies first.” He told her.

After several turns, Jessa was officially kicking Drake’s ass. Just as Drake was about to take another shot, Jessa grabbed his arm “Look!”

Drake dropped his dart with the force and he looked over where she was pointing…and saw Liam and Riley sharing a kiss. His eyebrows shot up.

“Okay…I wasn’t expecting that.” He stated

“She thinks he’s really cute.” She told him. “But I didn’t think anything would happen. I mean, he doesn’t live here and he’s getting married, right? That’s why you guys were in Vegas? I’m so over the whole ‘Let’s have one last fling before getting married’, thing.”

“It’s a complicated process for him…” Drake started

“Isn’t all romance complicated?” She cut in.

“Doesn’t have to be” he replied. “It’s only as complicated as you make it…but in Liam’s case, I’m afraid he has no choice in how complicated it gets.”

“What’s his deal, anyway? He’s so…proper. Super nice, but proper. Almost like he’s from a different time.”

Drake shrugged. “He’ll have to tell you himself.” He sighed, frowning. Everyone asks about Liam. It could be really frustrating. He wanted to get to know Jessa, not talk about Liam.

“Hey.” He felt her hand on his arm. “Is that a sensitive subject? I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Drake looked at her in surprise. “Why do you say that?”

“You looked really sad” she said softly.

He was taken aback how she realized that from one simple look at him. Everyone always had a hard time reading him. "Maybe we should just...go join everyone. It's safe to say you won this game anyway, and I'd like another shot of Fireball."

She nodded, clearly a bit confused by his change of attitude. Together they walked back over to the bar.

About an hour and several shots more later

“I have an idea! Let’s play Never Have I Ever! It’s such a great drinking game!”

“Riley, I hate that game.” Theresa told her.

“Ugh, fine, go play darts or something then. Who’s with me?”

“Woot woot I am!” Maxwell exclaimed

“Yes, that sounds fun” Liam agreed.

“I’m always down for something that will get me drunker…and maybe embarrass people.” Steve smirked

In the end, everyone agreed to play.

“Ok I’ll start.” Riley said. “Hmm never have I ever…seen the Northern Lights.”

Liam and Maxwell were the only ones who drank.

“Alright. I guess we know who the travelers are” she laughed

“My turn!” Maxwell jumped in. “Never have I ever kissed a man”

All the girls took a drink…and Steve.

“What?” Maxwell gasped

“Ehhh I was drunk, and someone dared me. Wasn’t bad really. Softer lips than I would have imagined.” Steve said with a wink.

“Oh my god, I remember that.” Drake burst out laughing. “Halloween, two years ago. That was quite a night!”

“Yup! I was dressed as Madonna, heels, wig, everything. Someone thought it would be funny if I kissed Elvis. Sometimes you just gotta do something different, something out of your comfort zone. Take a chance.” He looked at Drake and Jessa slyly. “Never know what will come of it.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Alright then. Never have I ever dressed as a woman.”

Everyone groaned. “That’s really the best you could do, Drake?” Steve laughed.

“Shut up and drink” Drake replied.

They all went around until it was back to Riley. She had a mischievous look about her as she glanced around the group.

“Hmm What have I not done that someone here has? Hmm…”

Drake was getting nervous. She was up to something and he had a bad feeling about it.

“Got it!” She snapped her fingers. “Never have I ever dreamed I fell in love every night!”

Everyone fell silent. Drake turned his eyes over to Jessa, who was shooting daggers at her sister. Riley was smiling innocently, waiting.

“That was a low blow, Riley” Jessa murmured. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“You’ll thank me later.” Riley whispered back, loudly.

“I’m guessing this is…Drunk Riley coming out?” Liam asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I like drunk Riley” Steve said immediately.

“Thanks, Steve!” She beamed.

“You know what, Riley? You said that specifically knowing that Drake and I would drink, then act surprised by the other drinking, and then go make out over in that corner.” Jessa fumed, pointing at a barely visible corner of the room.

“That’s a pretty specific place to go make out, Jessa.” Riley returned

“Whatever.” Jessa took the rest of her drink in one gulp, then slammed her glass down on the table. “Can’t say I didn’t finish the game. I’m out.”

She stood up and stormed off out the door, while everyone stared after her. After a split second, Drake bolted after her.

“Jessa, stop!” He called out at her retreating form.

She whirled around. “Ya know, I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t want to get serious. Fucking Riley doesn’t know when to back off.”

“You drank.” Drake told her

“Oh, right, so you’re actually gonna stand there acting like this is a surprise. I just said that would happen.” She snapped

“Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t choose to bring it up.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “I just broke up with someone. I didn’t expect to meet you, Drake. I’m not prepared for what this is.”

Drake stepped closer “And what is this?”

She bit her bottom lip as her eyes gazed straight into his. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a touch of destiny.”

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Dirty Little Secret- Chapter 2

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Other Characters: Jared, Danneel, JJ, Gen, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Gino Graul, and more I’m sure along the way.

Summary: You are a new character on the show Supernatural, a new hunter named Riley. You are just starting your second season as a regular. Even though you have known Jensen for years and have been close friends, your relationship grows into something more during filming. You both know that you shouldn’t act on your feelings but you just can’t help it. What will happen if you do? (I suck at summaries, that is why I rarely write them.)

Warnings: Married! Jensen, smut, oral both male and female receiving, cheating, anal, some Dom Jensen, angst, fluff, rough sex, some asshole Jensen moments, Daddy kink, NSFW. These warnings will apply for most chapters. I will try to add more warnings as needed.

A/N: This is my first time writing RPF. I hate that I even have to say this part: This is purely fiction! No disrespect to Danneel Ackles, Jensen, or his family. I also wrote this story without the twins having been born. It was just easier on my part not to have to write about babies. Gifs are not mine, they were all found on Google. This story has not been betaed, all mistakes are my own. Chuck help me, this story took on a mind of it’s own and it is going to be a long one. I do not have a schedule when it will be updated because well, words are hard. I do however have about 20,000 words written so far.

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Chapter 1

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A soft whimper at Jensen’s side drew him out of a restful sleep. His eyes slowly blinked opened to adjust the soft rays of first light seeping through the blinds of the trailer. Sleep was threatening to overtake Jensen once more but the wiggle of soft flesh against his had him awake again. His green eyes peered down at the small frame tucked into his side and a smile formed on his lips as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The smile faded quickly as guilt started to creep into Jensen’s gut. He closed my eyes and sighed. What the hell was he doing? What the hell had he already done? This was truly fifty shades of fucked up but he couldn’t take it back now. It was done. If he was being completely honest with himself, he didn’t really want to take it back. Last night had been hands down the best sex he had ever had and it was with someone he truly cared about. He never knew it could be that damn good. Jensen had honestly never felt this kind of attraction to someone before. Hell, if he were really Dean he would swear that a fucking witch had put a spell on him. That thought made him chuckle softly to himself.

Jesus, what was he going to do now? They still had two days left to shoot and then a three-day weekend coming up where they could head home. Shit, home, that should be fun, he thought to himself. He shut his eyes tight as the guilt hit hard. How the hell was he going to be able to look his wife in the eyes after this?

A gentle squirm next to Jensen brought his attention back to the sleeping beauty. Even with the guilt weighing on him, he couldn’t help but smile down at you as your pretty little eyes began to flutter open and you stifled a yawn.

“Good morning.” You grinned up at him and he melted at the sound of your sleepy voice.

“Mornin’ darlin’.” His voice sounded gruffer than normal this morning.

“You going to the gym with Jared this morning?” You asked as you raised your head to glance over at the clock on your nightstand.

“Don’t think so. Think I’ll just text and tell him I can’t make it today. He can go without me.” Jensen let his hand gently play along the soft skin of your arm as you snuggled against his chest, grinning as he felt your skin prickle at his touch.

“What’s the matter, did I wear you out too much last night, you too tired to go workout this morning?” You giggled as your fingers drew random patterns over his chest. Your soft touch and the press of your warm naked body against his own stirring his desire for you once more.

Jensen huffed a laugh before catching you off guard and rolling you both over so you were pinned underneath him. “Maybe I would rather just get my workout with you this morning. What’d ya say baby girl?” He nipped softly at your full lips before claiming your mouth with his own.

You winced softly as you sat down on the couch to lace up your hiking boots as you prepared for today‘s first scene. Last night and this morning with Jensen had been amazing but you were certain now that you were, in fact, going to be walking funny and feeling it for days.

“Well the man didn’t lie.” You giggled to yourself. You checked your reflection in the floor length mirror once more, taking in your Riley gear. If there was one complaint you had about this show it was wardrobe. Why did all the hunters have to wear flannel? You laughed softly at yourself as you smoothed out the black tank top that hugged your body under the red and black flannel shirt. You looked like a mini version of Sam and Dean, only with longer hair than Sam’s and more curves than them both.

You made your way to the trailer door and stepped out into the bright morning light. You winced softly under your breath as each step you took reminded you of the discomfort between your legs. Jesus, that man was trying to kill you last night. At least this morning he had been gentler, knowing you were tender in your most intimate area.

Clif’s black SUV was waiting by the trailers and you were the first to climb inside.

“Morning beautiful.” Clif smiled as you slid into the backseat.

“Good morning.” You smiled brightly back at the man. You and Clif did not have to wait long before Jared joined the two of you, climbing into the front seat beside Clif. A moment later you heard a trailer door slam and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face as you watched Jensen walk the short distance towards the car. You would never get tired of watching his cowboy swagger with those damn bow legs encased in tight blue jeans.

Jensen slid in the back at your side. “Good morning.” his deep voice filled the car as he settled in his seat. He was met with greetings from Jared and Clif as you mumbled softly under your breath, “yes it is.”

Jensen caught the grin on your face and shot you a quick wink before turning his attention back to Jared who had begun rambling on about something that you weren’t quite following. You hoped he wasn’t talking about anything important because all you could focus on was the man beside you. Jensen caught your stare and causally slid his hand across the seat to gently rub your thigh as Clif started the car and drove the three of you to set. You couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that just the brush of his hand against your jean-clad thigh felt electric. How in the world could this man bring out these feelings in you from just a touch? Jensen’s fingers teased higher on your leg and slid to gently caress your inner thigh causing you to squirm against the seat. Your eyes met his and a smirk curled his lips before his tongue darted out to tease against his bottom lip before tugging it between his ivory teeth. The wetness instantly pooled between your thighs and you whimpered softly. Luckily, the men were in conversation and no one but Jensen heard you. He gave a quick squeeze to the soft flesh of your thigh before turning back to look at Jared.

The ride to the set was over quicker than you would have liked and that meant it was time to get to work. You spent the day filming and surprisingly everything went smoothly and professionally as compared to the day before. Well almost professionally, Jared was in an extremely good mood today and on top of his game in the prank department, which made for a great day of laughs but also made for a long day because it took twice as long to shoot any one scene.

You had just finished a scene with Misha and were ready to get off your feet for a little while so you headed over to your chair. You grunted softly as you sat down gingerly, the tenderness between your thighs better but still present.

“You okay shortcake?” Jared ask, a frown on his face, as he looked over at your grimaced expression.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” You smiled as you tried to settle back in the chair and act as normal as possible.

“Really? You look like you are in pain.” Jared looked concerned.

“No, really Jare, I’m good. Promise.” You smiled and reached for your bottle of water; taking a drink in hopes it would cover up the flush you knew had tinted your cheeks. A soft chortle of laughter from behind you caught your attention and you saw Jensen standing behind your chair listening to your conversation.

“Problem sweetheart?” Jensen chuckled as you looked over your shoulder at him. He made his way around your chair and took his seat at your side.

“No problem. Like I just told Jared, I’m fine.” You eyed him as he grinned brightly at you. Your eyes were begging him for help in dropping this subject but of course he wasn’t going to make this easy.

“You sure, cuz I did notice you were kinda walking funny earlier.” The man deadpanned like it was nothing.

Your eyes were wide in shock as you stared at him in disbelief. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck’ to him. “Um…” You completely froze for a minute as your mind raced to find a response, finally you cleared your throat and sighed. “Ok, fine if you must know, I think I got carried away with my yoga this morning and I, uh, I think I pulled something.”

“Oh, ouch.” Jared chuckled, obviously buying your story. Jensen just nodded his head as he smiled at you.

“You are such an ass.” You hissed as Jared excused himself and left you alone with Jensen. “I can’t believe you put me on the spot like that, jerk.” You slapped his arm.

Jensen laughed, his eyes squinting. “I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see how well you could think on your feet.”

You acted offended despite the grin tugging at your lips. “Hey, I am awesome on my feet.”

Jensen chuckled softly. “I don’t know about that but you are definitely fucking amazing off your feet darlin‘, that I am sure of.” He teased you playfully, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, well if you thought that was impressive maybe I should show you how amazing I am on my knees.” You returned his naughty glare, letting your tongue drag seductively over your full lips as your eyes traveled over him from head to toe.

“Amazing huh?” Jensen shifted in his chair as his mouth suddenly felt dry, images of you on your knees with your full soft lips wrapped around his cock dancing in his head making him harden at the thought. “Yeah, I definitely think you need to show me that baby girl.”

“Hmm, maybe.” You giggled softly.

That was how the rest of your day went, flirting and teasing mixed with stolen glances and lingering touches between filming. By the time you had wrapped for the day and you both climbed into the back of the SUV you wanted nothing more than to close the distance and pounce on the man that sat at your side. The teasing had certainly gotten to you and by the way Jensen was looking at you with that animalistic glare you knew you had gotten to him as well.

“My trailer, 15 minutes.” Jensen almost growled the words as the two of you walked side by side towards your individual trailers. You nodded your response, your heart already starting to race at the prospect of what would happen in fifteen minutes.

You had never rushed to take a shower so quickly before. As soon as the door to your trailer closed you began to fling off your clothing, slowly them haphazardly to the floor before rushing to the small bathroom. You put your long silken locks up in a loose bun before turning on the water and stepping inside. After moments of cleansing and shaving you hopped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel, and headed to your bedroom to dress. You stood there staring at your clothing wondering if you should go for sexy or easy access. You finally decided that after all the teasing you both endured today that easy access was the best choice. The faster you could get to the fun the better. You threw a t-shirt over your head and slid your smooth creamy legs into a pair of cut off shorts, completely bypassing any undergarments at all. You ran a brush through your hair quickly before reapplying some of your make-up and you were out the door.

Your bare feet padded quickly the mere ten feet to Jensen’s trailer next to yours. You knocked gently on the door and immediately the door opened. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. Jensen stood in his doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair damp and standing on end from where he had tousled it with a towel just moments ago. Jensen opened the door wide and stepped out of the way to let you inside. You slide past him slowly dragging your fingers down his bare damp chest as you made your way past him into the living area.

The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking in place made you turn back to look at him. His infamous smirk curled his plush lips as he stalked towards you. Jensen reached out for you, one hand fisting in the back of your hair as his other hand cupped your cheek. His lips were on yours and you moaned softly into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands grasped his waist as you kissed each other frantically. Your nails raked along his naked flesh making him shiver against you before your fingers reached for the towel and quickly pulled it from around his waist. A soft growl vibrated against your lips as he pressed his bare flesh to your soft body. His hardness evident as the rock hard length pressed against your abdomen. Jensen slid his hand from your cheek down the curve of your neck. His long fingers curled around the column of your throat, giving a quick squeeze that made you whimper into his mouth before his hand slid lower. Soon both of his hands were at the hem of your t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the floor. The cool air washed over your heated flesh making goose bumps rise along your skin and your nipples harden even further.

Jensen’s hands began to wander over your skin that was bared to him and in turn your own hands explored his body all the while you devoured each other with your mouths. You tugged his full bottom lip between your teeth making him hiss softly as he hands teased against your breasts. His rough fingers lightly caressed each taut peak before taking the pert buds between his fingers, tugging, and twisting making your back arch to his hands and a cry to fall from your lips. Jensen grinned, your response making him repeat the action just to hear the pretty sounds you made for him. Slowly he released your rosy nipples to let his hands travel the length of your torso to the button and zipper of your cut offs. He worked them open with ease and slid one hand inside as his greedy mouth attacked the flesh of your neck. Your head fell back as he placed wet sloppy kisses against your flesh, his teeth raking back and forth over the skin that he ached to mark but knew he couldn’t. His hand sank deeper into your shorts his fingers making contact with your smooth heated core.

“Mmm, no panties baby?” he moaned softly against the curve of your neck.

“No. Needed you too bad.” Came your breathy response.

“Such a dirty little girl.” Jensen murmured against your flesh before biting the sweet spot below your ear as he shoved your shorts down to the floor. You whimpered softly as the sparks of desire coursed through your body to settle directly into your cunt while his fingers stroked softly over your folds in the lightest of touches. Your hand sought out his hard length, your soft fingers curling around the length and gently stroking from base to tip before letting your thumb brush against his cockhead. Jensen groaned at your touch, his hips gently rocking, thrusting his cock into your soft warm palm. “C’mon baby girl. I think it’s about time you showed me just how amazing that mouth is.”

A whimper of protest left your lips as Jensen pulled his hand away from your needy pussy. Both of his hands gently gripped your shoulders and urged you down to your knees at his feet. You complied easily and sank down to the floor. The hungry gaze in Jensen’s eyes made you shudder as you stared up at him from this submissive position. His large hand wrapped around the base of his cock guiding it towards your pouty lips.

“Open for me darlin’, let’s see how good you can suck my cock.” Jensen grinned as he gently stroked your cheek.

Your tongue darted out to wet your full lips before parting them eagerly for the hard angry head of his length. He slid the thick tip against your velvet tongue, his head falling back and a feral moan filling his throat as your lips wrapped around the thick head. You swirled your tongue around his hard length as your pink lips slid further down his rigid shaft moaning softly at your first taste of him. Your lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth as your tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Slowly your cheeks hollowed as your head begin to bob bringing sinful moans falling from Jensen‘s lips. You sucked at his cock with long slow languid movements, savoring every inch of him that you could fit into your mouth. He tasted like heaven and were sure in that moment that you would never be able to get enough of him. Your lust filled eyes peered up to watch the pleasure dance across his face as his cock slid back and forth between your stretched lips. His eyes held yours as his hands fisted by his sides in his effort to hold back the need to take control. You watched him carefully, you wanted him to loose control. You ached for him to take what he needed from you.

You pulled back until the hard head of his cock remained between your full lips, your tongue flicking at his dripping slit and moaning at the taste of the pre-cum that fell to your tongue. Your soft hands slid up his muscled thighs as you held your mouth still, just teasing his tip. Jensen’s jaw clenched as you teased him, and you could see the muscles in his arms flinch as he tightened his fists. Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you reached out to grab his hands, bringing them up and placing them in your hair. Jensen leered down at you as he took the hint. He wound the length of your hair around his fists and he felt your jaw relax before he thrust his hips forward sending the length of his cock into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

“Shit.” Jensen grunted coarsely as he slowly pulled back only to thrust forward again in your cock hungry mouth. He rocked his hips slowly watching his hardness slide between your wet lips, sinking towards your throat each time but careful not to make you gag.

Your hands snaked around to the back of his muscled thighs, your nails biting lightly into his flesh as you urged him to thrust harder and deeper.

“You gonna take it all baby? You want my cock down your throat?” Jensen panted softly from above you. You answered with a delicious moan that vibrated around his shaft. “Fuck yes. You are such a good girl for me, my dirty little girl.” He praised as his hips began to thrust harder, sinking his cock deeper until he was fully buried in your clutching throat.

“Jesus.” he hissed as he bared his teeth and your throat spasmed around his cock when you gagged on the thick head. You spurred him on as your hands gripped his perfect ass, pulling him harder to your mouth. He didn’t need any more incentive and let himself go thrusting into your mouth with renewed fervor.

Jensen’s body flushed and sweat broke out across his forehead as he fucked your hungry mouth. Your soft gags mixed with his moans filled his trailer. His full lips parted and a strangled moan caught in his throat as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and drool mixed with his pre-cum pooled and dripped from your chin. You sucked hard, your cheeks caved as you took all that he could give you. The way your tongue slid along his cock, the clutching and pulsing of your throat, the warmth of your mouth, it all felt so damn good. It felt too damn good each time you swallowed around his now throbbing shaft. Suddenly he pulled his cock from your mouth a pop, a long string of saliva stretched from the angry red head of his cock to your lip lewdly.

“Fuck darlin’, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe that.” Jensen panted as he watched you catch your breath and lick your swollen lips.

He barely gave you time to recover before reaching down for your body and pulling you off your knees. In one quick fluid motion he lifted you up and slung you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise and Jensen chuckled as he carried you towards his bed.

Jensen threw you down hastily to his bed and you eagerly spread your thighs for him, uncaring how shameless you were for him.

“Look at that pretty little pussy.” Jensen rasped as he began to climb over you, his muscles rippling with every movement that he made. “You are dripping wet baby girl.” He breathed the words against your collarbone as he fingers slid through your slick covered entrance. His mouth branding your skin with heated kisses between his words. “You get this wet just from sucking my cock baby?” His fingers played through your wetness, teasing at your entrance before sliding his fingertips to tease against your clit.

“Yes.” You moaned as your hips lifted from the bed to search out more pressure from his fingers.

“Such a good girl.” Jensen moaned as his mouth moved up along your neck sucking softly at the skin you offered him. “You going to let me fuck this tight little pussy or are you still too sore baby?” He dipped and swirled his fingers against your aching entrance, his hand pulling away every time your hips rose until you were writhing in frustration and need.

“Please Jay. Please fuck me.” You whined as you continued to try to catch his fingers as they teased you relentlessly.

Jensen raised his head, his lust filled eyes gazing down at your flushed face. “I don’t want to hurt you baby girl. You tell me if you can’t take it tonight. Okay?”

“I want you so bad Jay, please. I can take it.” You whimpered as your hands moved to grip the back of his neck pulling his mouth down to your own. He groaned against your lips as you sucked and nipped at his bottom lip.

Your back arched and a strangled groan filled your throat as he shoved two thick fingers into your dripping cunt suddenly. Your slick velvet walls immediately clutched at the digits as they curled inside of you.

“Ah fuck Jay.” You cried out as your head rolled back against the pillows. Jensen quickly built up a hard fast rhythm that had you seeing stars. The rough pads of his fingers curling and stroking your g-spot with every flick of his wrist. The sound of his fingers driving into your cunt filling the room with pornographic squelching sounds with how wet you were. Jensen’s muscles rippled in his arm as he drove his fingers harder and faster. Your hands clawed at the comforter on his bed as you bucked to his hand. Your body began tensing and the sweet pressure built inside your core. “Fuck, fuck Jay, right there…I’m gonna..,” Your words turned to a cry of ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through you and your sweet sticky juices coated his fingers and drenched his palm all the way down to his wrist.

“Oh damn baby girl, look at you squirting all over my fingers.” Jensen groaned as he slipped his fingers from your quivering pussy. He stared down at your panting trembling form and grinned as he hand gently rubbed back and forth against your dripping center soothingly until you could catch your breath.

“Fuck Jay, that was intense.” You moaned as you looked up into his eyes.

“That your first time?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah.” You giggled softly.

“Mmm good. But it won‘t be your last baby.” He lowered his lips to yours, his tongue tracing gently over your full lips before crushing his mouth to yours.

Jensen moved between your spread legs, the heaviness of his wide cock nestled against your slick core. You whined into his mouth and your hips rolled urging him inside of you. Jensen broke the kiss and nipped at your bottom lip as his hips matched your rhythm dragging his stiff shaft back and forth between your soaked lips. You whimpered again, aching to have him split you open and bury himself deep. Your hands slid down to the juncture of your bodies to guide his hardness into you but he quickly caught your hands. His large fists encircled your wrists and he brought them up to pin your arms above your head.

“Beg for it baby girl. You sound so pretty when you beg.” He accentuated his words by grinding his hips harder to your squirming body.

You tugged your full bottom lip between your teeth as your head rolled back to the feel of Jensen rutting against you. You had no qualms with begging for the gorgeous man above you. “Please Jay. Please, I need you.” You purred breathlessly.

“Tell me exactly what you want baby.” Jensen’s body trembled softly as he fought to hold back the urge to drive himself deep inside of you wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

“I need you to fuck me Jay, please. I need your cock inside of me.” A growl from his full lips made you shiver and encouraged you to continue. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please, fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”

Jensen’s snarl was feral as his hips snapped forward sharply burying his length into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Your walls stretched obscenely wide around his thick girth and your head snapped back as your body jutted up under him.

“Oh God.” Your cry echoed in the small room.

“Yeah I am, baby.” Jensen smirked down at you as he began to pummel your heated dripping core. He was ruining you for any other man and he knew it.

The sweet sounds spilling from your lips only spurred him to release a barrage of rough plunges deep into your cunt. The hard head of his cock battering at your cervix causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure to course through you and make your slick walls flutter and pulse around him.

“You are so fucking beautiful like this baby girl, wrecked on my cock. Taking it all.” Jensen groaned as your walls tightened around his thrusting cock. His grip on your wrists tightened as he continued to restrain you while his assault on your needy pussy seemed to only intensify.

“Oh shit Jay, fuck.” You screamed as your body shuddered and quaked under him. Your orgasm ripping through your body without warning. Your pussy squeezing his veined shaft so tight it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

Jensen growled, his jaw clenched as his eyes closed and he rolled his head back as he felt the sweet rush of your hot juices flood around his cock. “So good baby girl, so good.” He moaned deeply, his thrusts easing to a slow grind into your core before he pulled out completely. Wordlessly he released your wrists, his large hands coming to your waist where he manhandled you quickly to your stomach on the bed. You grunted softly as he moved your petite frame where he wanted you with ease. His fingers digging into your hips as he brought you up on your knees with your ass in the air. You shivered as you felt the long wet drag of his tongue along your spine before his teeth grazed against your shoulder blade. Jensen’s breath was hot as it washed over your flushed skin. His mouth moving down a line along your flesh as he licked, sucked, and bit his way back down to the curve your ass. A yelp escaped your lips as you suddenly felt Jensen’s teeth bite down on the firm flesh of your ass.

“Ow.” You whined as he bit harder and sucked at the warm skin.

Jensen released your flesh with a pop and chuckled softly. “Just marking what’s mine baby. I want to leave my marks all over you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Yours huh?” You grinned as you looked back over your shoulder at him teasing him playfully.

The look in his eyes was not playful as one had gripped your shoulder and his other large hand gripped at your hip. “Mine.” Jensen snarled as he drove his cock back into your heated depths.

“Fuck. Jensen.” You almost screamed it as he set a relentless pace. His body slamming against yours with such force that you would have fallen forward if it were not for the bruising grip he held on your body. Jensen’s hips slapped against the flesh of your ass, his heavy cum laden balls smacking at your clit with every ram of his cock into your dripping pussy.

Jensen’s hand left your shoulder to wrap around your body. His large palm between your full breasts pulled you upright against his chest as he continued to plow into your depths. His breath was hot against your cheek as his fingers moved over your glistening skin to wrap around your throat. “You are mine baby girl. Just mine.” He moaned softly against your ear before letting his teeth graze at the delicate skin of your lobe. His hand at your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to feel the power of his body. “I wanna hear you say it.” He growled softly against your ear. “Say it baby.”

Tingles coursed through your body as muscles deep inside of you began to quake. The tension built up like a ball of fire in your core until it exploded and you came undone as you cried out. “I’m yours!” Your head fell back against his shoulder as he held onto you and drove you through your orgasm. Jensen grunted against your skin as his teeth gripped at your shoulder to muffle the sound of his own release. The tight clenching of your pussy around his cock, your sweet slick that dripped down to his balls, the feel of your racing pulse under his fingertips as he held your throat, and the sound of your voice singing out for him was all too much.

Jensen’s hoarse voice cracked as he called out your name with one last drive of his cock deep into your body. He held himself in your seizing walls as his cock emptied.

“Jesus baby girl. You are going to be the death of me.” He chuckled as he fell to his side on the bed and pulled you close to his body.

You giggled softly as you snuggled in against his large frame. “Mmm, I hope not. I would miss this.”

Jensen’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked down at you and smiled. He slung one of his large arms around your waist as he pulled you even closer before his lips sought out yours in a tender kiss.

You lay silently wrapped up in each other’s arm for several long moments as you both recovered from the incredible high you had just experienced. Your hands played along his naked flesh, fingertips running along anything and everything that you could reach earning you soft sighs from his lips. You watched his face, his eyes closed, full lips parted with a soft smile curling the corners and you felt your heart swell making you take a deep breath.

Jensen opened his eyes as the sound of feel of your chest rising as you breathed in deeply. “What is it baby girl?” he asked softly as his own hand played gently against the small of your back.

“Jay, what are we doing here?” You asked. Your own voice just above a whisper.

The smile slowly slid from his face as he looked at you. “I um, I’m not really sure darlin’.” He sighed softly. “I know, rather my brain keeps telling me, that I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t be doing this but,” he brought his hand up to gently cup your cheek, “every other part of me can’t stay away from you.” Jensen tenderly stroked the soft flesh of your cheek as he spoke.

You watched as the emotions danced across his face and you knew how conflicted he must feel. You had known this man for years. You knew Jensen was a good man with a good heart and to see him be at odds with himself made your heart ache for him. You knew he didn’t take this lightly. You also knew that this was more than just a fling, you had known each other far too long for that, but you also knew better than to try to figure out exactly what this was yet. You were not going to pressure him or complicate things by talking about your feelings for him. You were feeling too selfish when it came to him to do anything to push him away now. The last two days had been a dream come true for you. You had longed for moments like this with him and you didn’t want to give them up anytime soon even if that meant being the other woman. Your brain was screaming at you that this was a bad idea and nothing good was going to come from this but like Jensen, you didn’t think you could tear yourself away from him, especially not now, not after just getting a taste of what being with him was like.

“I understand if you can’t do this anymore.” Jensen spoke again taking your silence as rejection. He started to roll away from you but you tightened your arm that was draped over his waist to prevent him from doing so.

“I don’t want to stop Jay.” You bit at your bottom lip as you looked up at him. “Even if that means I have to be your little secret.” You finally grinned easing the tension.

Jensen stared down at you with a look akin to awe. “You are something else baby.” He let out a soft breathy laugh then. “I like that, my dirty little secret.”

You giggled softly in response before tilting your head to offer up your lips to him, which he gladly took. The kiss was sweet and tender and everything you loved about the man.

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Fall To Pieces

I’ll be honest with you. I’ve been feeling crap, my depression and anxiety keeps hitting me high lately and so I needed something to make me feel better. It’s probably not for everyone, if anyone reads it at all. It’s more for myself, to let me get some of my feelings out. It could also be a trigger if you’ve felt lowly but sometimes it’s nice to know everything will be OK.

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I don’t want to fall to pieces I just want to sit and stare at you I don’t want to talk about it And I don’t want a conversation I just want to cry in front of you I don’t want to talk about it Cuz I’m in love with you.

She didn’t know how she ended up in this situation. Again. Yet here she was.

She loved him. She loved everything about him. The way he held her in his arms and made her feel safe. The way that when he told her he was beautiful, she genuinely believed it. His smile was infectious, she couldn’t help but smile when he did. He loved her unconditionally and unrelenting. She was falling for him completely and utterly. She felt like her whole being hurt just by loving him and that terrified her.

It scared her how much he looked at her with love. That look alone could shatter her. It scared her when he touched her tenderly, softly and gently. He never pushed her. He never probed her for information that she felt she could not give. He took what she gave him, bad and good but remained. He remained in her life, showing he wouldn’t leave her. Wouldn’t give up on her. He’d asked her to move in with him, left a key on her key hook in her flat and never questioned why she hadn’t yet.

If he was frustrated with her he never showed it. He wasn’t patronising with her. He didn’t belittle her. He’d bought her eternity roses. It scared her how she could drop her guards slowly. Every few months he’d work his way in. He’d creep deeper and deeper beneath her skin and slowly peel back her insecurities. He’d make her show him who she was. Open her up and drink in her dreams, ambitions, thoughts, hopes and interests.

He listened when she spoke. He laughed when she told jokes. He beamed when she supported him at his games. He thanked her profusely when she cooked, baked and took care of his washing. He was always open with gratitude.

She hadn’t been mistreated in previous relationships but this one was a new level. He seemed genuine. He seemed to genuinely love her and cared about her. Even if, to her, she was fucked up. She was completely messed up and undeserving of his love. Of this level of love. She’d seen his search history. Engagement rings.

That’s why she couldn’t be near him. She couldn’t stand to be around him, to have him make her feel better or to make her feel loved. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want him feeling like he had to make her feel better, wanted, needed and loved.

It terrified her to think that he would want her with all her insecurities, her emotions and mental health issues forever. She knew this was simply a down period. One that would probably last a week or so, but it didn’t stop the thoughts from feeling real.

Her thoughts that she was a burden to him. That she made him feel like he had no choice but to save her in some way. That she made him love her even if he didn’t want to because how could he turn back now? Not that she would blame him for doing so if he did. Hell, she was expecting him to turn up at her door and tell her he couldn’t do this anymore.

How could he love her so much? How could he put her before himself?

None of it made sense to her. But depression and anxiety doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t give room to rational thoughts.

She knew she was kind. Loving. Sweet and passionate when she wasn’t feeling like this. She knew she also put him before herself unless she hit these periods. She knew she was being selfish by shutting herself away like this, cutting everyone off and retreating to her home and acting like the world outside of her flat did not exist. She knew she didn’t have a bad life. Her life with him was as perfect as it could be. She knew this. She didn’t need someone telling her this. She didn’t need someone sitting there and telling her she was acting selfish.

She runs her thumbs beneath her eyes. She hadn’t realised she was crying again until she felt herself sob. Her chest feels heavy with guilt. She feels ungrateful that she had laid in the bath and cried. How can she cry when nothing has caused it? She feels hypocritical. She’d bathed for the first time in a week. She still hadn’t felt clean afterwards and so had emptied the bathtub and showered. She’d washed with the exfoliation side of the sponge; scrubbing herself so hard it hurt but it was the only way she felt she was washing the grime from her. Sitting in her dressing gown, one of his shirts and a loose pair of female boxers, she snuggles into herself on the sofa. She feels tired; the amount of crying had emotionally drained her. She hates herself for self pitying. Her hatred for herself during these times drains her.

She jumps when her phone rings. The shrill ring of it fills the room and demands her attention. She glances at the screen and sighs knowing that she can’t avoid him much longer.

“Hey.” He says when she answers. He doesn’t wait for her to say anything. “I miss you. I know you’re probably not eating, so I’ve ordered take out to be delivered. I wondered if it had arrived yet?” “No.” She says, hoping it’s not clear she’s been emotional. “They said the driver had left around 5 minutes ago.” He says as the doorbell rings. “I think it’s here.” She mutters, getting to her feet and making her way to the door. Her stomach rumbles as she realises that she hasn’t eaten today.

She lifts her shoulder, pinning the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she opens the door. “Rafinha.” She sighs and drops the hand holding the phone, cancelling the call as she does so. “I thought you’d ordered food?” “I thought I’d come myself since I’m such a snack. It’s the same thing right?” He grins at her and she smiles while shaking her head at his joke. He lifts his hands and two bags of food come into her line of vision. “Can I come in?” She hesitates as panic rises inside her. “It’s a mess.” She finally says. During these periods she flits from being untidy, unclean, dishes piling up and staying up into the early hours to clean until her hands hurt from the bleach. There was no in between for her. It was one or the other.

“It’s fine. Can I come in? Or do you want your food and I’ll take mine home? Or should I take it all away if you’re not up to eating? Would that make you feel better?”

She hesitates. Seeing him is welcoming. Seeing him is safe. She shakes her head and reluctantly steps to the side. She doesn’t want Rafinha seeing her or her home like this but she suddenly needs him.

He tries not to make a big deal out of it. He tries not to smile because she’s allowed him in, hug her or do anything out of the ordinary with how he speaks to her. He doesn’t want her to think that he’s treating her differently because she’s in this stage again.

Her letting him in is a big step. She usually doesn’t even allow him to come to the house or buy her food never mind invite him in. The house is how he expects it to be. She’d told him before how the house is when she experiences this so it’s not a huge shock. Dirty dishes, plates and cups are on the coffee table and dining table. The kitchen sink is overflowing as is the trash.

Where candles, both unscented and scented, are usually lit throughout the rooms to create a cosy environment but nothing is lit tonight. Music isn’t playing and the TV isn’t on. She has no books open and no kindle near her. No delicious food is being made in the kitchen. The life she usually leads is gone.

Her eyes are sunken with dark patches beneath them and her lips are pale. Her hair is clipped on the top of her head and even though she’s wearing layers of clothes, he can see she’s smaller from lack of eating. It breaks his heart to see her this way. He wishes he could change how she feels about herself and that his love could remove her depression and her anxiety but he knew it didn’t work that way. That no matter how he felt about her, how often he showed her he loved her, is in love with her, it couldn’t change what was. Rafinha orders her to sit on the sofa as he puts the food down on the kitchen side, shrugs out of his jacket and rolls his sleeves up. Opening the cupboards he pulls the only clean plate out and begins to dish her portion of the food out. He didn’t care if his was cold, she’s his priority. Taking hers through, he notices the small smile and the way her voice cracks when she says thank you. He bends slightly, presses a kiss to her hairline before going back to the kitchen and empties the washing bowl. Squirting washing up liquid in there and leaving the water to run into it, he distracts himself by getting a glass from the cupboard and pours her some wine. “Really?” She asks. “It’s our first date in a while. Relax baby. I’ve got this.” She begins to protest but he gathers the dirty cookware and walks out of the room while ignoring them.

He’s happy to hear the knife and fork scraping on the plate and the glass being picked up and put back down as he washes up; he ensures everything is completed before he sits down to eat his own food. “Isn’t it cold?” she asks him. He’s not as hot as it could have been but he doesn’t mind. Not really. It’s one less thing for her to worry about. “Nope.” He gathers as much of it onto his fork and begins to eat. He glances at her plate to see only a small amount is left. “I’ve put the rest of yours in the fridge for if you want it tomorrow. You just have to warm it up and it’s easier than cooking from scratch.” “I love you,” she says suddenly. “I love you too baby.” “Thank you for being here.” He opens his arm out and lays back against the sofa. She moves closer and snuggles into him while he wraps the arm around her as the other hand continues to fork up food and lifts it to his mouth. “Thank you for letting me be here.” “You always are, aren’t you? Here that is. Just when I need you the most.” She asks, nuzzling his neck and breathing him in. Her body relaxes, her mind drifts and for the first time that week she feels like she could return soon. “I always will be. You can’t get rid of me this easily. I’ll love you through everything.” “Even when I’m like this?” “Especially when you’re like this. This doesn’t take away from your value or who you are as a person. I love you the most right now. I enjoy taking care of you. It’s not often you let me. I get to be all manly. Beating my fist on my chest and looking after my woman.” She grins at him. “While wearing an apron to clean?” “And my yellow rubber gloves.” He laughs and smiles when he feels her shaking with a chuckle. “I love hearing you laugh.” “Good, you do it enough.” She sighs, her fingers dancing across his chest. “I don’t do it enough but believe me, I’ll look to do it every day for the rest of my life if it’ll mean you’re happy.”

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years

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Supernatural!Hyunjin PT.2

Heyyyy... so i know I wasn’t going to do this... BUT I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS TODAY AND 3 IS MY FAV NUMBER SOOO! :) I couldn’t wait for 333 to drop this one :)

At first I was going to write about Jisung or Changbin cuz they’re the most popular, but I felt kinda bad cuz Hyunjin never ended up with y/n..

I hope you enjoy and this may be a lil short cuz I didn’t plan to write this and wanted to just give y’all a lil something :D

BTW this was worse than expected, i’m so sorry ; . ;

I laid in bed that night, contemplating what the wand meant and what this all meant for me and y/n. I was now in my pjs, knowing I was not going to get a blink of shuteye tonight from the active state I was just in.

My heart was still pounding, from the wand stuff too.

I kept thinking about how y/n looked at me and how she kept feeling me up while she thought I had broken bones. I groaned mentally. Ugh I need to stop, this is just bad.

I shook my head, clearing my mind of weird thoughts and focusing in on the powers of the wand. It seemed to do nothing besides throw us back in the air, though it did more damage to me than y/n; she held onto the wand while I had to let go. And at that thought, I wondered if the wand actually affected her more than me.

The next day, I was unsure what this whole disaster meant for me and y/n. I shook my head. Shut up, Hyunjin, she hates you, she thinks you’re lazy and just a pretty boy. Well, she’s not wrong-

“Ugh!” I groaned, slamming my fist into my locker.

“God, what’s wrong with you today? Actually everyday but today more than usual.” My friend, Seungmin had said. The shapeshifter was leaning against the wall, reading a book as usual. I sighed.

“Nothing. Just not a lot of sleep.” Seungmin raised a brow, momentarily looking away from his book.

“Oh really? Just lack of sleep?” I nodded, and swallowed. I mean I wasn’t lying, technically. “So it’s nothing about y/n, just to be sure?” I immediately shushed him and looked around the halls for vampires or werewolves who had heightened hearing, thankfully the hall was too loud to hear anything.

“What are you even talking about? I don’t like her pssh no!” I snorted, walking away quickly form Seungmin. He just trailed after me, not affected by my pace at all.

“Yeah ok, I know a crush when I see one.” My mood grew dimmer when I realized what he meant. He had recently gotten himself a girlfriend, and a valkyrie at that. I can’t believe the shy nerd got himself a girlfriend before me. Me of all people. I sighed. This is why y/n doesn’t like me.

“Whatever.” I mumbled, not in the mood to play games anymore. “She hates me.” I added. He sighed and shook his head.

“Hey now, anything could happen. I mean, one day girls can hate you, and then suddenly they like you. It’s quite fascinating at that.”

Suddenly, as Seungmin said those words, I heard someone yell my name in a high pitched voice.

“HYUNJIN OPPA!!!”

I heard... wait, is that y/n’s voice? I turned to look behind me, but before I could, I felt someone leap onto my back. “KYA!” I flinched at the sudden attack, but held the girl steadily in my arms. I sent a look of confusion and surprise at Seungmin while he was staring at me bug-eyed. Gosh, that guy can give advice one moment and then back out when it’s actually happening.

“Um, y/n? What are you doing?” I noticed all the stares we were getting in the hall and tried to hide what was happening. I gently set her on the ground and turned around to face her.

But, once I saw her, she looked different. Her eyes looked somewhat glazed over, but still the same. It looked like she was set on me, and only me. Which made me somewhat happy, but a little scared.

“Oppa, I seriously love you so much, I’m so sorry I’ve always been mean to you. I was wrong.” She ran into my arms and wrapped her arms around my torso which made me blush.

I looked over to Seungmin, trying to give him signs of help, but he just looked as confused as I did.

I let out a nervous laugh and slowly pulled away, trying to take in whatever phase she was in right now. I knew things would change since yesterday, but not by this much.

“Um, y/n, what’s wrong and what’s up with this oppa and hugging stuff?” I questioned. She tilted her head like a child and laughed, a little too girly for my liking, and too creepy.

“Huh? Don’t all guys like that? I know you do, you always have girls throwing themselves at you, and I’m so glad I finally realize that I love you too.” She smiled, but it didn’t feel genuine. I was honestly so lost at this point yet I felt my heart beating uncontrollably.

How could this happen? Just yesterday she was acting all like she hated me and wanted me to leave. Now? She was acting like I was a prince or something. What happened to the y/n I knew who jumped away when I teased her and then came back to snap at me? What?

Then, it hit me.

“The wand.” I shook my head, angry at myself that I actually thought she was confessing to me. She looked confused and that’s when I got even angrier.

“What wand? The wand made me feel the best-” At those words, I took her hand and dragged her towards-not the office-but someone I knew who could help us.

I pulled her to the head of spells and potions, Professor Jinyoung, the professor I idolized, but this was a serious matter. And there was no way I was going to tell the principal about how we broke curfew to investigate something that could’ve potentially been much more dangerous.

I knocked on his office doors, since he didn’t have classes the rest of the day.

“Yes? Come in.” He said. I gulped and gained my courage before marching into his office with a girl who was clinging to my arm, and who, yesterday, was repulsed at touching me.

“Um, Professor, I have a problem.” He looked up from his papers and saw y/n clinging on me, looking at me with googly eyes and trying to intertwine our fingers. I gently pried her fingers off and tried to avoid Prof. Jinyoung’s dropped jaw and wide eyes.

“Is that y/n? Meaning y/n who hates you?!” He whisper-shouted. I sighed.

“Does everyone know that? And yes! Help me please!” I said at the same volume. He sighed, rubbing his face.

“Shut the door.” I did as he told.

“Hyunjin oppa, what is the scary professor going to do to me? I’m scared.” She whined, hiding her face in my chest. I couldn’t help but blush at the contact. Professor Jinyoung raised a brow but didn’t say anything at my red cheeks.

“Please tell me you haven’t gotten yourself caught up in a strong love spell.” He closed his eyes, probably praying. I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. He groaned.

“Ok, I know it looks bad but..” I sighed. “I can’t-”

��Yes you can and you must tell me so I can help you.” He crossed his arms, looking as intimidating as ever. I sighed.

“Ok, don’t get mad, but just one day, we kept hearing whispers, calling to us, the both of us. And one day a building just popped up at of nowhere and we found this found when we were investigating-”

“You guys disobeyed curfew? And went hunting for something you didn’t know-”

“I said it looks bad but the voice just kept calling and I needed to find it, we both did. And when we grabbed the wand, the power sent the both of us flying, but y/n got the heavier end of it.” I pointed to her. “And now this.” She was staring at me dreamily that I could almost laugh at her, but I felt bad that she was dealing with this.

And she would kill me when she snapped out of it.

“Ok, well, I need to go find some way to reverse the spell.” I nodded, but then realized his words.

“Wait, you don’t know how to reverse it!?” I almost shouted then calmed myself. He sighed and scratched his beard.

“Hyunjin, this is some strong magic. Old magic is powerful and I’m not 100% sure this is only clean magic, there might be some dark in it. I think I know a spell to reverse it, but it needs to be taken with certain herbs to bring out the powers of the spell.” He stood up.

“And to do this as fast as I can, I need to get going now. Please, you both just go home, love spells can make people crazy and I don’t want this to get out.” He grabbed his jacket while I sat, confused on what to do with y/n, who used to hate me and now was latched onto my shoulder.

“I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Y/n is one of my favorite students and it makes me sad to see her like this.” He shut the door, leaving me in shock and despair having to deal with this all day long.

Not that I hated her company, but the fact that she acted like she loved me when I knew she really didn’t. But I did.

“Is he gone, oppa? The big scary guy?” I sighed.

“Yes, he’s gone. Now let’s go back to my dorm.” I said, trying to move with her strength pinning me down.

“Ok, I want to cuddle with you. You’ve always looked so cuddleable.” I gulped. Suddenly I realized I was bringing a girl to my dorms, and I felt nervous.

“No cuddling, just talking. And watching movies, ok?” I stated to her, but more like for me. She pouted.

For what seemed like forever, we finally made it to my dorm. I looked around and saw that my roommate, Mark, a warlock like me, wasn’t in the room. I sighed in relief. I had to call him though and make sure he didn’t come home and see the state y/n was in.

“Hey what’s up?” Mark answered. I sighed, wondering how I was going to tell him.

“Hey um-”

“Hyunjin! Why are you calling other people when you’re with me?” Y/n whined, making my eyes bug out. I heard Mark laugh in reply. I blushed.

“Wow, the rumors were right, y/n really has the hots for you now? I can’t believe this is true.” I sighed, shaking my head. “You got lucky man.” Oh I wished that were true.

“Nah man, she got his with a love spell some girl put in her locker, now I have to take care of her.” Mark whistled softly.

“Ouch, so she doesn’t really like you?” My heart felt like it was being crushed.

“Nope, make sure that gets around. She’s gonna be super pissed when she gets out of this spell.” Mark shifted in his place.

“Definitely, I don’t want that girl to be mad at me. She’s hella scary. Now I gotta go, Haechan is mad I’m not paying attention to the movie.” I hung up and now decided on what to do with y/n.

She laid down on my bed, covering herself with the blankets I wrapped around myself at night and she looked like she was ready to fall asleep at anytime. I ruffled my hair in frustration.

“Ugh, what am I going to do?” I mumbled to myself at the dizzy girl sitting in front of me.

“Usually when a girl gets in your bed, you’re supposed to get in with them.” She whispered like she was telling me a secret then laughed afterwards like she told me something super funny. I closed my eyes, pulling in all the willpower I had not to lay right next to her and wrap my arms around her.

“Y/n, ok, you’re usually not like this, you usually hate me and you hate me for slacking off in our project we did together and I know the teacher got mad at you ‘cause for some reason, teachers like me, especially the female ones. And you hate that, and me, so much! Snap out of it!” She looked at me with clear eyes, not resonating with my words. She just smiled.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” I groaned, leaning back in my chair.

I had no idea how long I was supposed to be going with y/n torturing me like this.

I looked up at y/n to see if she was still staring at me, but to my surprise, she was passed out. I sighed in relief.

“Oh thank God.”

Hours later, it became night time. I could hear the faint buzzing of my computer monitor and the slight snoring of y/n.

Suddenly, I heard a voice whispering to me again; it was a faint voice that I knew from before. My heart started beating, not from anticipation, but from fear.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, while I heard a yawn from behind me.

“Hyujinniee, sit down!” She tried pulling me down, but I was too distracted at the voice. The voice that pulled me everywhere and distracted me from getting anything done. Then, she looked at something behind me.

“Why do you have a wand in your room?” Her question made me jump and turn around. I gasped and my eyes bugged out. I screamed and actually jumped into the bed with her. She giggled and pulled me in closer, but I quickly got out of her grasp and went to grab the wand.

“Use it, use it to fix the girl.” The wand said. At first, I wanted to grab that wand and throw it out the window, but now, I felt compelled to use it.

“Do it, you know you can.” Before I knew it, I grasped the wand in my hand, feeling the power drag over my arms. I held in a cough and tried to grip the wand so it wouldn’t go out of control.

“Say the words, you know them.” I felt my mind go numb and a voice unlike mine came out of my mouth and spoke foreign words in Latin.

The wand was aimed straight at y/n and before I could process what was happening, power shot out of the wand and hit her straight in the chest. She gasped and fell to the bed.

I threw the wand on the ground, snapping out of any trance I was in and rushed over to her.

“Y/n!?” I shook her gently but then checked her pulse. I sighed in relief when I felt one. I sighed, laying my head on her arm, hoping she would wake up soon and be ok.

“Please be ok, please be ok, tell me I haven’t killed anyone.”

Soon, my prayers were answered when I felt someone grab my hair and throw me off the bed.

“Ow-!”

“HWANG HYUNJIN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY-” She stopped yelling at me to take in her surroundings. “W-wait...” She trailed off, realization hitting her. I tried not to smile at her confusion and misery, but I couldn’t help it.

“The real question is, y/n, is what are you doing in my bed?” I lifted a brow, trying to make her uncomfortable, but once she looked the slightest bit of embarrassed, she gasped.

“What?”

“The wand!” She pointed, glaring at me. “Why do you have the wand, you said to leave it at the building that disappeared! You liar!” She tried to throw something at me, but I was having just a hard day as she as.

“Y/n, please calm down and let me explain!” I yelled, subduing her a bit. She glanced nervously around the room and sighed.

“Fine.” She choked out while I was thankful she didn’t grab at me again.

“Ok, so the wand from yesterday, you’re the only one that held onto it, right? And this morning and all day actually, you were clinging onto me for dear life because turns out, the wand actually put a spell on you to fall in love with me. And we were supposed to wait until Professor Jinyoung came back with a special mixture or something to fix you, but this wand just took over my mind and made me turn you back itself. And you are in my bed because you crawled in there yourself and tried to snuggle me.” I gave her a smug grin.

She sat there in pure silence; I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. But I didn’t expect her to groan so loud and lay back down.

“A love spell?? With you?!” She groaned, whispering to herself “why me.” I admit, I felt my heart break a little bit, but I knew she didn’t like me. I didn’t know why I got my hopes up.

“Yeah, but you’re fixed now and don’t worry, the whole school still knows you hate me and that you were struck by a love spell, but don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone but Prof. Jinyoung about the wand, everyone thinks some bratty girl pulled a dumb trick on you.” I finished bitterly, suddenly feeling like throwing something against a wall.

She sat there, quietly again. Something she usually isn’t.

“Are you going to leave now?” I asked her sternly, not understanding why I was so mad all of a sudden, I just felt like lashing out at whoever was in front of me, and this girl made me soft.

She scoffed.

“Why are you yelling at me? I was under a spell all day!” She defended, getting out of my bed. I felt my blood boil and my head spin with those words.

“Exactly! Because you were under a spell all day and nothing you said to me meant anything! You don’t care about me, like me or anything, you actually think the opposite of that; you despise me and think I’m some arrogant pretty boy. And what hurts the most is I wanted it to be true.” I covered my mouth at the words I blurted.

“What is happening to me?” I whispered. Somehow, I think I gained courage from the wand. Soon her eyebrows furrowed and she focused on the wand behind me.

“Did it put you under a love spell too, shit Hyunjin, this stuff is dangerous, I can’t believe you would-”

“No.” I said. She took a step back.

“What?”

“No, I’m not under a love spell or whatever, I’m serious, more serious than I’ve ever been in my life.”

“That’s not much-”

“Shut up, ok? I’m going to try and be romantic now.” She scoffed, but I could see a blush creep in on her cheeks.

“Hyunjin-” I softly quieted her by taking a step closer.

“I meant all those words y/n and I know I’m getting mad at you, but really I’m made at myself for believing your words and somewhat enjoying your close proximity, but I want more now. I want the real you, I want you to like me for who I really am. And I want you to know that I love you for who you really are.” I whispered those last few sentences, getting closer to her, closer than I’ve ever been before.

I bent down to her level and inched my lips closer. I saw her lick her lips which got me excited to just capture her lips.

“Is this ok?” I mumbled, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable, but once I felt her slowly about to bob her head, I heard a knock on the door. We quickly jumped apart, breaking the mood.

I growled and flung it open.

“What?!” I yelled, but quickly apologized once I saw my professor. “Oh, um, hi Professor Jinyoung. Um...” I trailed off once he entered the room.

He raised a brow when y/n waved to him, smiling widely as she usually does.

“She’s better now.” He stated. I nodded and then frowned.

“Oh yea, um sorry about that um...” I scratched the back of my neck, feeling awkward talking to my teacher when I still felt chills from y/n’s lips being so close to mine. He then crossed his arms.

“It’s fine, but was I interrupting something?” I turned red and looked at the ground. I heard y/n cough too.

“Um, I’ll be going now. See you tomorrow Hyunjin!” She called out, scurrying past the both of us. Then, I realized her words and smiled widely.

“Did she just say she was going to see me tomorrow? YES!” I said pumping my fists in the air. I heard my professor but I didn’t care. I finally had a chance with the girl who I thought hated me.

“Sigh, young love. We’ve all been there.”

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hoyoungy · 6 years

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On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (V)

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 3468 a/n: thank you all for the support thus far! it’s 4:30 am good night i need sleep lol. several warnings: swearing, alcohol, lots of platonic wonwoo x reader, and american fraternity life. as seen on my ao3

part iv, vi

“A party tonight, huh?” Wonwoo said, swinging around in his chair. “What kind of party?”

“What do you mean what kind of party, it’s a college party,” you said as-a-matter-of-factly.

“The type of college party that Hansol invited you to is just as important as the invite itself!”

“How?”

“If it’s a birthday party, he’s trying to claim you. Well, claim is such a terrible word, but I don’t know how else to explain it. Assuming the birthday party is most likely hosted by someone he’s close to, he wants to show you off to his friends and show you how serious he is. A fraternity party, on the other hand, is way different.”

“So what if he’s taking me to a frat party?”

“Fraternity, you uncultured swine, not frat,” Wonwoo scolded. “And I’ll kill him.”

“What, why!?”

“The sole purpose of a fraternity hosting a party that isn’t the afterset to one of their cancer-saving bullshit philanthropy events is to get the entire house laid. Lots of drunk, sexy people in one room gets things going, you know? Trust me on this one, I know from hands-on experience and it works every time, so if he’s trying to take you to a damn Sigma Tau party, I’ll kill him. Their parties always suck, anyways.”

“I always forget that you’re in a fraternity,” you snorted.

“Why? I’m hot enough to be in one.”

“It’s because you’re such a fuckin’ nerd.”

“Nerds can wear letters, too, you independent,” he pouted. “So what kind of party is it?”

“It’s Soonyoung’s birthday party.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll see you there then.”

“You’re going!? Thanks for the invite!” you scolded.

“I swear I was going to invite you literally right after this discussion. But hey, Hansol beat me to it, so good for him.”

“I’m not cool enough to be invited to parties, ok, that’s why I rely on you to tell me once you get the invite!”

“It slipped my mind, I’m sorry! I’ll remember next time!”

“Can I go with you tonight?”

“Why? Hansol’s not picking you up?”

“He’s helping set up, so he’ll be there already.”

“I mean, I guess we could go together,” he said sarcastically. “Just don’t, you know, do what you always do and look awkward.”

“I might as well not go at all.”

“I’m kidding! But you have to take a shot with me once we walk in, no chaser.”

“Of what…”

“Silver tequila ~”

“You’re the devil incarnate,” you groaned, feeling yourself gagging already. “Fine.”

“Hurray! HonWoo ‘bouta turn up!”

“Never say that again. Hurry and press the button,” you sighed, slumping in your seat. Tonight was going to be a long night and you had no idea what to expect. But now wasn’t the time to worry.

“On-air in three… two… one…”

“What’s up, everyone!?” you greeted. “You’re on-air with Honey Time Radio, with Honey at the mic and Dj Wonwoo on the beat. It is a warm, thirsty Thursday evening, which means $10 bottles of soju at Ahjooma’s Corner! Make sure you stop on by and grab a bottle of soju while you’re eating with your friends, your significant other, or even your employer whom you’re trying to get drunk so you can get that raise! Mine and Wonwoo’s favorite flavor is the green apple soju. This is definitely sponsored content, but I was not paid to say that Ahjooma’s Corner has the best soondubu-jjigae ever, besides my mother’s. Love you, mom!

“For our first segment of the show tonight, we have a submission sent in by an anonymous listener. ‘Hey, Honey & Wonwoo! I’m a returning listener who has called for advice before, but I’m too nervous to call again because my identity might be found out! So here’s the thing; there’s this guy that I have been trying to get his attention, but every time I try, I either chicken out or he leaves right away to talk to someone else! I tried your advice last time, like small conversation starters, but I don’t think he’s that kind of person. There’s a party tonight and he’s going to be there. If he’s not into small talk, what do you think I should do?’”

You squinted at the submission on your laptop screen. Why did this scenario sound so familiar?

“Sounds like you’re in quite the pickle, anonymous,” you commented, a bit discouraged that your advice didn’t work, but glad they came back to ask. “You must really like him, huh? Well, if my advice didn’t work last time, I’d hate to ruin it a second time. Maybe Wonwoo can help?”

“Really!? Ah, it’s my time to shine!” he said while cracking his knuckles. “My advice is coming from my perspective - a guy’s perspective. I’m a lot like your guy in the sense that I hate small talk, too. I feel like the party scene is a lot easier to work with because you have a lot more leeway to break the ice. Does your guy like to drink? Ask him if he wants you to get a drink and start talking that way. Does he like drinking games? Ask him to be your partner. Does he like to dance? This one’s a bit more daring, but if you know how to bump n’ grind on the dance floor, that’ll really get his attention, if you know what I mean ~” Wonwoo chuckled at your gross expression. “It seems like he doesn’t like his time being wasted, so get straight to the point right away. Hope that helps.”

“You know, usually I would rather eat the cafeteria food than listen to Wonwoo’s advice, but that was actually pretty good…” you mused. “We should switch roles for a night.”

“I would never let you touch my soundboard. Only my fingers can make such magical sounds.”

“Why do you say things like that, it’s so weird… Anyways, we wish you all the best, Anonymous! Let us know how it went. Let’s take our first caller!”

“And that’s all for tonight, everyone. Tomorrow rings in a new day, so make sure you take the bull by the horns and seize it. Or something along those lines. You understand, what I mean, right? I’d like to give a special shoutout to a special listener by the name of Soonyoung. Happy birthday, Soonyoung! Stay safe at your party tonight. And as always, everyone else stay safe tonight, too. Use our Lyft code aka our official ship name, #HonWoo, for 20% off your ride. Thanks for listening, everyone. This is Honey signing off.”

“How did you manage to get us an Ahjooma’s Corner ad and a Lyft code?” Wonwoo asked after pressing the offline button. “The step team has been trying to get sponsors from both of them since forever!”

“Jeonghan’s like, the head chef or whatever at Ahjooma’s Corner and Seungkwan’s the brand ambassador for Lyft.”

“Seungkwan, that pink bastard,” Wonwoo cursed. “Are you going back to your apartment to change?”

“Yeah, I can’t go there looking like this.”

“Good, ‘cuz you look like trash.”

“You’re a great friend.”

When you got back to your apartment, it was already 10:30 which was thirty minutes after the party started but thirty minutes before the party started. In those remaining thirty minutes, you spent twenty-five of those throwing out every outfit you tried on, unsatisfied with the results.

“Yah, what’s taking you so long!?” Wonwoo yelled from your couch. “All the jungle juice is gonna be gone!”

“I don’t know what to wear!”

“It’s a fucking party, not the Yule Ball!”

“Can you shut up!? I’m done, for Christ’s sake!”

“If you take any longer, I’m gonna get you so drunk that Hansol’s gonna be the one carrying your ass back here -”

Wonwoo’s blabbering mouth fell silent when you left your room all ready to go. He didn’t know how you did it, but you managed to fix your hair, face, and get dressed in such a short amount of time and still look decent. Tonight, you didn’t look like _____. Tonight, you looked like Honey.

“Damn,” he said. “You look… put together for once. Tryna shake up Hansol?”

“Ugh, you complimenting me makes me feel uglier somehow.”

“I try to be nice one time…”

The walk to Soonyoung’s didn’t more than ten minutes. When you were a block away from the house, you could already hear the bumping music, loud cheers, and see the bright, colorful strobe lights. This party looked like it was straight out of an American college party movie, making Mingyu’s party look like the seventh grade sock hop.

“Jisoo Christ,” Wonwoo whistled. “Soonyoung really meant it when he said he was going to outdo his twenty-first…”

“Someone’s gotta clean all of that up eventually…”

“That’s what pledges are for,” he smirked. “C’mon, you promised me a tequila shot.”

The inside of the house was moist - it wreaked of booze, sweat, and lots of sugar. You and Wonwoo squeezed your way through the crowd to the kitchen, exchanging hellos to familiar faces and quick kisses on the cheek from drunk friends (who knew Minghao was so affectionate when drunk?)

A tall, double shot of clear poison glared at you, accompanied by its groupies lime and salt. The more you smelled the ethanol-like stench of tequila, the more you felt yourself gag.

“Cheers to a good night, _____,” Wonwoo said as you both raised your glasses. “May the alcohol be ever in our favor.”

With the cling of the glass, you licked the mound of salt, downed the juice, and sucked on a lime wedge. No amount of limes and salt could ease the burn of liquor travelling down your throat. One double shot in and you already felt like dying.

“Ha,” Wonwoo giggled. “Look at your face.”

“Taking a shot without the birthday boy!?” A familiar voice yelled, swinging his bare arm around your shoulder. A sweaty Soonyoung hugged you tightly as he grabbed a shot glass of his own. “Pour me one, Wonwoo.”

“Ugh, can’t we take something else?” you groaned, still not over the taste.

“Does Hennessey suit your needs, Princess _____?”

“Can I get a chaser?”

“Nuh uh, shorty,” Soonyoung grinned. “House rules - any shot with the birthday boy is straight.”

“God, you’re such a bro.” The gold liquid didn’t sting as much as tequila, but didn’t really taste any better. You felt the intoxication take over your body, hazing your vision, but you didn’t mind at all, although you probably should have ate before coming… Soonyoung squeezed your shoulder as a thank you for taking a shot with him.

“Have you seen Hansol?” you yelled over the music.

“You’re like the third girl that’s asked me tonight. Is it his birthday, too, or something!?” he pouted.

“Well, he’s the one that invited me -”

“He probably invited every fucking girl here,” he snorted. “He’s probably on the dance floor.”

“I’ll be heading there, then.”

“Wait, me too!”

Soonyoung had his hands over your shoulders, guiding you through the house to the living room, where the real party was happening. A sober Mingyu was the Dj for tonight, who apparently claimed that after his birthday, he was never going to drink again, or at least until after midterms. The entire room was packed with people, bodies swaying and grinding to the music, that you couldn’t even distinguish faces.

“Do you see him?” you asked Soonyoung, who clung to you closer in his drunk state.

“Yeah, but he seems a bit preoccupied…”

Your eyes followed to where Soonyoung pointed. Right in the middle of the dance floor was a flushed Hansol, grinding behind some poor soul who got caught in the same trap you were in. Even in your tipsy state, you recognized her - she was the same girl who Hansol said was bland at Mingyu’s party, the same girl who called that night to ask for advice on how to get his attention, and the same girl who anonymously sent you a submission a few hours ago on how to actually get his attention.

God, how could you be so stupid and not put the pieces together?

“Hyejin actually did it,” Soonyoung cheered behind you. “She’s been trying to talk to Hansol since their freshman year. About fuckin’ time. Who knew Wonwoo gave great advice.”

Oh, that’s right. Wonwoo was the one who advised her.

Do all guys think the fucking same?

Hyejin turned around, now facing Hansol as he kept his arms tightly wrapped around her tiny waist. Their faces were so close, any closer they would be making out and it made you want to throw up. In a room full of sweaty, sexually-driven drunk adults, the spotlight was on them, at least to you it was. The alcohol was really starting to kick in as your mind flashed through every smile, every laugh, and every form of affection that Hansol ever gave you.

In those moments, in such a short amount of time, you felt like you could fly.

But now, you felt like just another check off his list. And he was another one off of yours.

Six. That made six total guys who fucked you over.

Should you even be surprised at this point? But maybe you were overreacting… It’s not like you were even officially together. But why did it still hurt?

“Are you ok?” Soonyoung asked, shaking your shoulders. “You’re not going to throw up, are you? ‘Cuz that would suck.”

You snatched a cup of mystery drink from someone’s hand and chugged it down, ignoring the taste of cheap cinnamon liquer.

“Wanna dance?” you asked bitterly.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that?” he slurred. “Years, _____, years. Fucking finally, let’s go.”

You were shocked when Soonyoung gently took your hand and led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You were even more shocked that you were having a lot of fun using him as a distraction to get your mind off of Hansol for the night.

But you were most shocked when you locked eyes with a Hansol after the fifth song with Soonyoung.

You weren’t even dancing that risque with him. Dancing with Soonyoung was filled with laughs and smiles from the goofiness that you shared together. Hansol watched you hunch over from laughing so hard too many times for him to count. You may not have had your ass grinding up against Soonyoung crotch, but not once did you let go of his hand. He twirled you, dipped you, swung you around like a boyfriend would.

Somehow imagining you grinding up against Soonyoung seemed less painful than the scene before him.

When you saw Hansol looking at you, you might have felt guilty from seeing how pale his face was if he wasn’t still glued to Hyejin. But since that was the case, you broke the chilling eye contact quickly and put all your attention to Soonyoung. It was satisfying knowing that you could finally get payback for all the shit you fell for.

“_____ ~!” Soonyoung groaned, tired from all the dancing. “I need to rehydrate!”

“Jungle juice?” you challenged.

“Jungle juice!”

“Wonwoo ~!” you screeched, stumbling into the kitchen. After the whole dance floor incident, you spent the rest of the night drinking whatever was in front of you to numb your entire body, Now it was almost three in the morning and you were drunk off your ass and achieved the optimal amount of numbness. Most of the guests left the house with the exception of Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s friends and a couple of girls that wanted to stay. This included Hansol and Hyejin, who stood next to each other with at least one inch of space between them for once.

You let out an obnoxious groan at the sight.

“What, you alcoholic?” he teased.

“Take me home.”

“Why don’t you ask Han -”

“HONEY TIME RADIO,” you interrupted loudly, causing Wonwoo’s eyes to widen. You didn’t even want to hear his name. “Is… A great show…!”

“Oh, I love Honey Time!” Soonyoung chimed, wrapping his arm around you again.

“Ew, since when were you two this close?” Wonwoo asked.

“Since… Today! Happy birthday!” you cheered. “Please, can you take me home…?”

“You can stay the night if you want,” Soonyoung offered.

“Nope, nuh-uh, I won’t allow it. Hansol, walk her home -”

“Ugh, shut up for once, Wonwoo!” you scolded. The whole room was silent at your outburst, but you didn’t care. You certainly didn’t care for Hansol’s hurt expression, either. “Forget it, I’ll go by myself.”

“Yah, _____ -!”

You stormed off into the dark streets. The beginning of the night was a lot warmer, but now you could feel every goosebump on your exposed skin. It felt numbing, but you didn’t care anymore. You were drunk, exhausted, and over it.

You knew someone was following behind you. You hoped it was either Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and even Mingyu, but you prayed to God it wasn’t Hansol - he was the last person you wanted to see. But normally, Wonwoo would be nagging you for being such a brat just now, Soonyoung would have walked really close to you, and Mingyu would have pulled you into a headlock. But the person behind you did neither of those things.

Hansol watched the way you walked in front of him. At first, your stride was angry - you stomped the concrete like you hate it. To be honest, it was really cute. But then you progressively got slower, dragging your feet and hanging your head low. You looked tired - no, exhausted - mentally, physically, emotionally, and it was all his fault.

You felt a heavy jacket get thrown over you shoulders before you fell face-first on the grass in front of you.

“Oh, shit,” Hansol said, kneeling beside you. “My bad. Are you ok?”

“Don’t touch me,” you muttered into the ground. “I’ll just lay here.”

“Then I’ll lay with you.”

“No, I don’t want you to.”

“Unless you can get up, you don’t have much of a choice, do you?”

“I can just feel your smug smirk piercing through me. I want to smack that smirk off of your dumb, beautiful face,” you threatened.

Hansol gently helped you up from the ground and held you at arms length. One hand plucked pieces of grass from your hair while the other kept you from swaying side-to-side. He couldn’t hold in his growing grin when you pouted at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

“I said don’t touch me…”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not Hyejin.”

“And I’m not Soonyoung.”

“Obviously not by the way you danced with Hyejin tonight. Soonyoung can dance way better than you ever could! And it was the best time of my life!”

Hansol knows the intention behind your words was meant to hurt him, and to be honest, it did, but the way that you were acting was so cute that he ignored the slight sting in his chest.

“Do you want me to call him to walk you home instead?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes.”

“Ah, you were supposed to say no.”

You ignored his comment as you stumbled passed him, making your way home once more. Hansol continued to follow behind you, catching you at least three more times when you tripped on the uneven sidewalk, earning himself another three snarky remarks about how you weren’t Hyejin and to keep his hands off of you.

When you stood in front of you apartment, you chucked the jacket harshly in his face.

“I deserve that,” he said.

“Go home.”

“Are you jealous of Hyejin?”

“Are you jealous of Soonyoung?”

“Yes,” he admitted without hesitation, catching you off guard. “And Wonwoo. And Mingyu. And any guy who comes even close to you.”

“Why?” you scoffed.

“Are you jealous of Hyejin?” he repeated. The small smirk on his face told you he already knew the answer.

“… Yes.”

“Ok,” his smirk widened. “Good night, _____.”

“Wait, what? You can’t just leave! Now I have questions!” you cried.

“I’ll answer them when I see you tomorrow.”

“That’s funny, because I definitely don’t remember agreeing to that.”

“It’s my way of saying I want to see you tomorrow.” And before you realized it, Hansol started to back away, making him the winner of this sad argument. He winked, smiling at the charming way you blushed so easily. “Sweet dreams, _____.”

You slept two whole hours that night.

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lil-nct-scenarios-11 · 6 years

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NCT- A Strange Ignition || Gang au- part.11

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: 4 days after the outbreak, everyone finds out that you are actually dating someone. In your new AP chemistry class, you just stuck next to Haechan and you end up causing an explosion. Kun comes home late as usual but his face is anything but usual this time.

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

4 Days Later

“Oh my gosh, Jeno hyung it’s Y/N.” Chenle whispers as you walk in the cafeteria with a mean look and an enraged stride.

“No shit. Why else would everybody’s jaws be dropped?” Haechan sasses.

“Ugh, can you guys just shut up for once? This isn’t a football game or something where you gotta comment and announce everything that’s going on. Oh god, I wonder what he/she is up to this time?” Jeno worries.

“Renjun hyung are you gunna apologize to him/her?” Jisung asks.

“No..” Renjun replies, his voice quivering. “Ahem, I mean no. Why should I? He/she made things very clear and I’d like to go home in one piece today.”

“Renjun,” Jaemin starts, placing his hand on Renjun’s shoulder. “He/she’s your best friend, you gotta talk to him/her at one point. The sooner you do it, the quicker you can resolve issues instead of letting them build up.”

“Yea, you’re right but I’m not ready right now. I don’t know what to say and Y/N hates it when people don't get straight to the point so I’ll wait until I come up with something. Oh lord, what is he/she gunna do?” Renjun tenses.

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The two groups, along with half the cafeteria, watch with curiosity as you grab your condiments and now have to decide who to sit with: the ‘Color Pop’ or the ‘Fresh Death’ gang. Countless pair of eyes follow as you go to sit by a girl with a flower in her hair who sat all the way in the corner of the cafeteria and you greet her with a short kiss on her lips.

“Oh my god Jeno, that’s the girl you sit next to in English,” Haechan points out excitedly.

“No shit Haechan,” Jeno says with his jaw dropped.

“Holy, I didn’t know he/she was dating someone. See I bet you didn’t even know if your best friend was dating. Well you can’t talk to him/her even if you wanted ‘cuz he/she seems occupied to say the least,” Jisung gushes.

Mark jogs up to the ‘Fresh Death’ gang and pokes his head in between Jaemin and Renjun and breathlessly says, “Damn Renjun, looks like your friend wasted no time after leaving you losers. And he/she landed him/herself a fine girl, what’s her name? It’s starts with an M, ugh what is it?”

“Mina. Is that so hard to remember?” Jaemin scoffs.

Renjun and Jisung look at each other in shock because they weren't sure what they just heard was real.

“Di.. Did you just talk back?” Mark asks, equally if not more surprised then duo.

“If that’s what you call talking back then I suppose,” Jaemin says nonchalantly.

Now Mark just looks at the duo to really make sure this was happening. Never in the history of ever did Jaemin ever talk back, sass, or even stand up for himself but now he’s speaking like this like it’s nothing.

“Ha ok bud,” Mark says uncertainly patting Jaemin’s back, not sure if he should be mad or proud.

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“Good afternoon class, today we’re gunna have a quick seat change then we will get into the lab we didn’t have time to start yesterday. So to prevent that from happening again let’s get straight into the seating change,” your chemistry teacher announces.

“Ok over here in the front we have Jiwoo and Hyeon then the station behind them are Haechan and Y/N. Following them will be...” your teacher lists.

You slump into your seat with aggression causing Haechan to move his chair to the edge of the desk space. You let out an audible sigh as you get settled into your seat reluctantly and preparing the station for the lab.

“Hey Y/N uhm, I know you don’t talk to us anymore bu-” Haechan starts.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” you cut him off with a feign smile.

“Ummm actually. You’re gunna wanna hear this and in the future I’d appreciate it if you don’t cut me off,” Haechan puts in, adding a feign smile of his own.

“Ah but you see, I’d reallllly appreciate it if you just stop trying to talk to me that way I won’t have to cut you off,” you point out as you add a light shrug.

“What happened to you? I know you like to sarcastic that’s borderline rude but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be a bitch,” he retorts, crossing his arms.

“Um excuse me? What did you just call me?” you ask a little too loudly.

“Haechan and Y/N, I know you two sass queens like sitting next to each other but I’m gunna ask you to be quiet and we’re dealing with explosive substances here so it’s best to have your attention up here,” your teacher warns.

You and Haechan sit in compliance as you two follow the instructions given by the teacher. As you pour the liquid base into the beaker, Haechan decides to try speaking to you again. “Y/N, look I know you’re dealing with a lot right now but there’s something going on at-”

“Haechan, shut up. There’s a time and place for everything and right now I’m trying to make sure we don’t get ourselves blown up so-”

“FIRE!” you hear a voice shout from behind you as they point towards your beaker.

You instantly look down to see that there was a fire indeed and before you could do anything, you feel Haechan grab your shoulders in disarray and pull you down under the table and you hear a loud and mild explosion go off above you.

You sit across from Haechan and glare at him intensely as you hold an ice pack against your cheekbone. “Look I’d thank you but it's your fault that this happened so it’s just a basic ‘cause and effect’ situation. And honestly, I thought you were smarter than that considering that you got yourself into an AP class but-”

“Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice call out. “Y/N? Are you ok?” Yuta asks worriedly as he holds your shoulders to see if you had gotten hurts.

“Wow thanks for caring about me,” Haechan says bitterly as he shifts away, holding the blanket over his shoulders tighter and looks at the ground.

“HAECHAN! OH MY BABY! WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU OK?” Taeyong shouts loudly as he runs and engulfs Haechan in a bone-crushing hug.

“Babe, loosen up. You’re gunna kill him if you continue to hold him like that,” Yuta jokes as he puts a hand on Taeyong’s shoulder.

“Oh my bad, my bad. What happened, I just heard that there was a fire so I ran over here right away. Did you get burned any where? Let me see,” Taeyong says frantically as he searches Haechan’s body for any burn marks.

“Hyung, I’m ok I swear. It’s Y/N that got burned,” Haechan points out.

“Oh really? Y/N how are you feeling? The nurses put some cream and antibacterial stuff on right?” Taeyong asks in the same worried tone, this time directing it at you.

“Yea they did and I’m ok too, really. And I deserved it, I wasn’t paying attention and I blew everything up-” you ramble.

“Nonsense! It was an accident, that’s all. Don't you dare blame this on yourself. Your mind is occupied with all that’s going right now. And speaking of which, why did you just leave us? Do you know how worried I was? I was waiting all night for you to come home then I come to find out that you don’t even care to stay with us anymore. No that won’t do. I’ll have Yuta pack your clothes and you’re gunna stay with us no questions asked. And don't say that you don't want to live with Jeno anymore that’s why you won't stay ‘cuz you’re not in any shape to be making any decisions, do you understand?” Taeyong says sternly, pointing his finger at you.

You keep your head down and nod, then you feel Yuta rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Babe, he/she actually can’t stay with us anymore,” Yuta says quietly as he’s continuing to rub your back.

“And why’s that?” Taeyong asks furiously, his hands on his hips.

Yuta retracts his hand to retrieve a folded piece of paper which he unfolds before handing it to Taeyong. Taeyong reads just the title and gasps then promptly folds the paper to return to Yuta.

Taeyong nods, “Ok so I suppose I can’t ‘legally’ make you stay with me but I know for a fact that those last 10 months meant something to you so I’ll just leave you with that. Well I think we gotta head home now but take care of yourself Y/N, and don't go around trying to blow yourself up.” Taeyong shakes your head with a smile and you get up and give him a tight hug. Your eyes flood with tears so Taeyong holds your face and says, “Hey, you’re gunna be alright. Your dad is finally coming home and he’s here to look after you now. After all he did do something right if he’s kept you alive all these years huh. Well you just say hello to him for me please. Imma miss having you around, in a way you help keep things sane at home and I’m surprised you’re the only one who doesn’t find me kissing my beau at the dinner table revolting. Anyways, I know I really gotta let you go cuz I’ll just talk forever but I’ll see you around peaches.”

Taeyong and Yuta leave the nurses’ office and Haechan turns on his feet to face you before he walks out, “Don't turn your back on family Y/N, don't forget that.”

_____

“Kun. Why are you home so late?” Ten’s groggy voice asks in the darkness as Kun stumbles into the room.

“Oh. I was with a friend. Same as always,” Kun says with slight difficulty but enough for Ten to notice. Ten reaches for his nightstand lamp and Kun exclaims, “NO!”, cowering and covering his face.

Ten doesn’t say anything but just narrows his eyes at Kun to observe something that was off. “Let me see your face.”

Kun reluctantly brings his hands down, away from his face and Ten immediately gasps. “Kun... what happened to your face!”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Just tell me, who did this to you?”

“It was Johnny,” Kun whispers with his head low.

“Oh, I’m gunna bring an end to him,” Ten growls, clenching his fists in the bedsheets.

Part 12

*hey sry for the late update as usual and I swear I was all set to post this yesterday but I hit one wrong button and it was all gone so I rewrote it to the best of my ability and if there are any lil holes or punctuation errors plz lemme know cuz I didn't have time to edit it today

*and as always comments, questions, or concerns are always welcome and thanks for reading!

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thebiggest3vil · 6 years

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STORY TIME! #2: I Got Cheated On And Embarassed In Front Of My Whole School😂😢😂 (*Funny!/ Fucked Up!)

So for this story time I'm gonna tell you about how I got cheated on . It's funny but fucked up at the same time so if you like reading then this is the post for you! So back, relax and read how I got PLAYED 😂.

So the first day of HS starts up and ya know things are different. Ya boy is a Sophmore and after a very weird freshman year of HS I started to find my way. I had more friends , I hit a growth spurt after being 4"11 and under my whole childhood life, I had a summer job so when I came back I was drippin in that Armani Exchange (Remember that store!? Damn) So when I came back my dress game went from like a 3 to a 12 and I don't care if that don't make sense it's my story lmao.

(Ok So where was I....OH Ok sophomore year)

So the day goes by and it's time for Gym. Now everyone knows that the first day of gym ain't really gym it's just niggas sitting on the bleachers and for 30 minutes and MAYBE they bring the basketballs out for the last 15. So I goto the bleachers and I see my mans at the top and I'm like "Yeoooo !!" And he went "Ayo boul!!" And that's how we signalled each other at the time lmao. So we sitting waiting for class to start and a bunch of kids walk in (I'm not paying them no mind) and as they got closer to the top all I hear is my name following "YOOO CUZ IT'S BEEN A GRIP!" I look over and it's my bro from my track team . At this point I'm like hype I got my homie in by gym class followed by my other homie...nigga gym was so tough. So as I dap him up these 2 girls walk behind him. One was kinda cute, Brown skin ass was glorious. The other was a lightskin girl, kinda tall was BAD (at the time) omg and I had my best shirt on nd shit I was fly but I'm not really worried cause all my niggas are in gym with me and when has that....ever happened when ALL your niggas had the same class besides lunch. So we sitting and my bro from track called me over and we started catching up. Out of nowhere the lightskin girl grabs my shoulder and asked what my name was (mind you was staring deep into my eyes like nigga my soul, I was beside myself) I told her my name and I went throughout my day.

So like a cool 2 weeks passed and ppl telling me "yoooo Brittney likes you" (Ima call her Brittney cause it's my story lol) mind you at this point it's been established by the brotherhood rank system aka period 8 lunch who were the baddest in school and everyone was tryna talk to them. They were arguably the 5 baddest in the school and niggas were on their heads. Now my one friend bagged one if them on the spot and the other one was already cuffed, but for them to tell me the most sought out one wanted me!? NI-GGA! I was feeling my self I started wearing shit I didn't usually wear to school (side note: I wore this Armani T shirt with the Black true religion jeans and some polo boots with this Hugo Boss jacket I was fly) Anyway weeks go by and I'm in music class talking to to homies and I tell them like yo....im bout to talk to Brittney....the problem was....

Brittney was the ex of my bro from track! So I'm like damn you my homie I'm not gonna do that to you etc I'm like I'm going to chalk It up, he goes "nah bro you good go head we friends but we broke up years ago" (THIS LOW-KEY WAS A WARNING But my dumb ass wanted a girlfriend so I'm like bet where she at?) Ok ok remember how HUGE MySpace use to be? Remember this.: So fast forward I ask for her number and she didn't have one cause idk but she had a house phone plus she added me on MySpace. So on MySpace that's were I started spitting THAT GAME and long story short I changed my relationship status from single to taken and THAT. SHIDD. FELT. GUUD! That shit felt like every nigga in that school had a shot and I came through like M'Baku like "Essssss challuuunge deeeeey" . You couldn't tell me shit , plus we had the same spanish class so we were out her being a couple nd shit and for the moment it was all going great.....until....

On one Friday it was a big ass party and instead of going I went to my Cousins house cause tbh fuck them parties they last like 1 hour always. So the weekend ended and Monday rolls by mind you I was getting calls from random ass numbers and I dont answer those like that so when Monday came around we had a fire drill and as SOON as everyone was outside and saw me they ran to me. I had atleast 8 people Coming up to to me saying "Dog bro you my mans get your girl she was at the party all up on some other nigga". me being naive as fuck is like " brittney? My baby? oh nooooo I don't believe yall shut up" but in the back of my mind I'm like ....wait....coikd she? Naah...so I go ask her and she immediately denies so I'm like ok cool. This was around the same time "rumors" started spread around the school that she was out here for the whole team was thottin and when I brought that up she goes "ww...well...that's not true who are you gonna believe your so called friends or someone who loves you?" AGAIN Me being a dickhead I'm like " Yeaaah baby Bonnie and Clyde, Hov and Bey, Angelina and Brad , we all we got! "(I'm laughing writing this cause I was like this..) Now along the way it was signs that were happening that I thought were weird. She would Always have "family" over or her "cousins" just came over out the blue and she had to get off the phone... 😂😂😂( I know man I know laugh! GO AHEAD! Its been almost 10 years fuck yall for laughing 😂🤣) Nd I'm like for an only child you sure have alot of family coming through. So the noise of it all started to get to me and I was over here questioning the relationship. I had a homie tell me to me face "Bro I do not want to see you get hurt and if you keep talking to her we NOT cool" so that night I'm like it's too many signs and tbh I don't wanna be with you anymore (even thoe I did....i did like fuck and I was acting like a bitch) so we broke it off and that's it.........WRONG!

Remember when I told y'all I was in love like a dickhead....well not even 3 days later we got back together cause she "missed me like crazy" and I'm like "baby I miss you too ajdgssnsjdndkd!😂" so we back together and like for them 5 days we were cool....the 6th day....nigga so I stayed after school with her and she was talking to me about Spanish tutoring and how this other nigga in my class was taking tutoring and that we should go....problem was the Spanish teacher got sick and cancelled so we stayed until the 4:00 bus...for her since she lived close it was the 2:45 shuttle so we kissed and she left. Fast forward to the after school bus my step sister stayed after with me and as we were riding back home she scream my name and says "Hey do you still go out with Brittney!?" Me confidently I'm like yeah whassup? She goes "Well hold on they talking bout she goes out with the one boul aka the NIGGA THAT WAS GETTING THE TUTORING IN SPANISH! I felt like a dickheaaaad on the bus. So many emotions, I felt like my lil bitch ass heart was ripped out, so I went home and called her she said message her in MySpace for right now. Thus is where I bring MySpace back.....how about I look on her shit and She put Boul in her TOP 5 behind me!!!!!!!! I was livid so.....

I messaged her like " Yo, are you and Bro talking what's going on...?" She hits me with a........

"Well I thought we were just friends talking " I was so angry I was like (From what I remember I wish I knew my account info but to sum it up I said ) "BITCH how dare you do that to me I loved you and you disrespected me you punk was blah blah blah " I wrote shawty a whole book angry and after I shut my laptop off.......and cried.

Smh lmao so my step sister growing up never like to see my super upset so idk HOW but she found her house number and I could hear downstairs her arguing with her nd etc. I didn't care I was upset I went on my MySpace and changes ALL my profile songs to breakup shit. Damn near a Chris Brown playlist I was HURT! I was writing cryptic ass messages talking about ima be lonley forever and yeah it was BAD! but eventuall I got over it....and the following Monday she ran straight over to me at was like "oh I'm sorry I really am and I'll get rid of all my contact and etc etc. We gotta spread some rulesnif we wanna make this work" I wasn't tryna hear dat shit. So in the end I said fuck it and we wentniur separate ways. I don't have any hate towards shawty but it was fucked up how I happened. Looking back, everytime I tell this story it gets funnier cause I was sprung. But yeah that's how I got Cheated on.....Never again thoe😂😂😂

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wait. Did we edit the restream? No, but it streaming on YouTube, so someone must have done it. Maybe AJ did it. I don't know I just will find out if we are alive hi. Everyone, hey welcome to the wine, show we're off to a fantastic start. Today, we've got a lot of great topics for you. We just finished filming scrapyard wars. So in the comic moments we are gonna be giving you all the spoilers. I'M totally doing it's gonna be like two months before everything's out, but we had a lot of fun. That'S what we were shooting all we know I'll, give you the details. I know fun. I actually didn't have any fun. Maybe we'll talk a little bit. What else we got going on? Oh, yes, AMD's prices are rising, Intel's prices are getting it slashed, it turns out, competition works, doesn't it what else we got going on? There'S some Google's getting sued for like a whole ton of money and a whole ton of people are gonna, be getting like 750 pounds or 925 u.s. dollars each. What really? Oh yeah! It'S it's huge, we'll talk about that later, also jiu-jitsu into Microsoft. Dual screen devices they recently had a product launch or not product launch yeah, an announcement ignite and there's some actually genuinely pretty interesting devices. Commandeth there's some really cool. Looking stuff, Microsoft has been a fun company for a while. First, let's look at the intro whoa Wow. So good Wow, amazing, graphics, [, Music, ], not that big Wow, okay, I'd be lying. If I said, there's not a little bit of salt from this season of scrapyard. Worse that do you think it's fair to say salty. This is the most dramatic we've had, and I mean drama in like a salty sense, salty drama. No, you don't think so, for which one was for Oh with Paulin Kyle. No, no, no, those! Five! That'S five! There was a fair bit there. Where was Bob and Ron? Ah, because that was the only time there's been aesthetic, so there was a lot of chirping because the aesthetic yeah, I guess, there's that you know what I don't think it was like genuine drama, though we'll, let you guys we'll, let you guys be the judge. I don't know you guys were kind of dicks, so were you guys? So maybe there was some genuine drunk? Why don't we jump right into our title topic to start with, just because people seem to like that for some reason s imagine why? Yes, so the source here is from Anandtech intel has slashed the pricing of their high-end h, EDT processors. That'S not to say that the pricing of the CPUs that were already on the market are going anywhere. It'S just that great post to read in much the same way that they used to do like back in the day when they kind of just released new chips that were faster just for the lulz of it, a lot of the time it seems yeah. They have come in and they're giving you kind of. You know something similar for less money or something better for the same amount of money and joie. Here it comes so here's the summary the astonishingly stupidly named core, I 9 10 9 8 exe woof. Now, that's a that's a name, it's something! I don't think it's a name because there are actually more numbers than there are letters in there. That'S a number. Are there hold on a second, we got six numbers, we got. Oh, we got seven letters never mind. It is technically more name than number or more number now than man twisted me. So we get a small base clock or we excuse me. We get no base clock boost hold on a second here. Yes, we do hold on no right. Here'S the spares! We get an all core boost of 3.8 gigahertz. We get turbo boost 2 of 4.6 and turbo boost 3 of 4 point 8, and this is a 165 watt part, but none of that's exceptional that is very similar to the 99 8 exc. We already had what is exceptional is that it is now half the price. It is 980 dollars instead of a cool 2 grand - and I remember talking about this back when Intel launched their 18 core flagship, I was like hold on a second. You guys didn't launch, like you guys, didn't launch a new generation. This is not a new like it is a new flagship. How do I explain this? You guys didn't replace. You know the previous flagship you guys just shut up. I was loud yeah. Sorry, you guys didn't replace the previous flagship you just like added a new flagship on top of it. Cuz thousand dollars was basically the Extreme Edition price for the longest time and we were like oh well. Here'S one for 2, grand and somes. Looking at this going, you guys have you guys. You clearly have an innovative you've different categories. Yeah, you just you went, took a server product. That was like super super scarce hard to make, and you made it a desktop product and you just charged way more for it. Ok, I guess that's a strategy. If you know all of a sudden AMD has thread rip renew like oh so anyway, now that AMD has and nothing against, first gen, Rison or first gen thread Ripper or any of that stuff, nothing against those chips, but they they were competitive, but they weren't a Class-Leading, except at the at the lower end where, yes, they were a class-leading, but only in certain workloads. Now second gen, then, is class-leading in many workloads and then very close in one of those, some of the ones that intel has traditionally been very dominant in so Intel for the first times. I'M trying to remember the last time because Intel's one of those companies where a lot of the way they sell product - and you can interpret this. However, you want frankly, I don't care, but a lot of the way that they sell product is not by the specs and the price, and any mature company wants to get to that point. That is, that is a comfortable position to be in where, instead of having to scrap it out, like you know, you look at. You know entry-level Android phones, instead of having to scrap it out over who has two more pixels per inch on their display and who has you know, eight more megapixels on their rear camera or whatever the case may be. You want people to buy your phone because you made it not because it's like slightly better more spec here you want that that trust yeah and that I bought this thing three times in the past. It'S worked well for me every time I'm gonna. Do it again, so a lot of intel's sales strategy is not around just like having the highest gigahertz, it's marketing, it's building, partnerships, it's building infrastructure and like logistics to actually be able to distribute chips all over the world. I mean it's all fine and good to have a great CPU, but if no one in Europe can get their hands on it at a reasonable price and that doesn't do you any good. So so it's all those more business, see corporate II, things that they've that they're well established and that they're very good at you know forecasting making sure they have enough chips. Although it's been a bit of a rough year as far as that goes for both of them, apparently, generally speaking, those are things that Intel's been very good at and they tend to be quite aloof. To you know a particular SKU that you know performs quite well and is selling quite well like even back when I was at NCIX, you know, AMD would have chips that moves really well, like. I remember the Phenom 720 black or something like that. This was an unlocked triple core. If I recall correctly, please don't quote me on that, but that thing moved like billy-o, because AMD had lots of cheap motherboard options out there. So you could get a. I mean, not amazing, but you could get a feature complete. Like a good enough motherboard for like 70 bucks, I remember like 72 73 dollars like somewhere in that range. You throw one of these triple cores on there and all of a sudden. You'Ve got something that games well enough and it's got like one more core than you were gonna have if you went Intel - and it's like a this - is this - is a pretty good time at this price point yeah yeah at that price point it was outstanding And Intel took forever to counter it because they were just like we're not gonna we're, not gonna, like trade potshots on ask you by SKU basis, we're just gonna have a stack and we're going to. You know market ourselves as a solution provider, blah blah blah, etc, etc, etc. So, the last time that I can remember them, responding this directly to a competitive threat has to be Athlon 64, I mean, and even then even then Intel went to market when AMD launched. The Athlon FX 51 okay Intel responded with an Extreme Edition chip. I think, was like a galatin core Pentium 4 with hyper threading. Like three point: four six gigahertz like furnace of a chip - and it was it - was based on their server, something something like it was. Actually kind of a similar response, but get this it was slower, it wasn't as good, but they priced it on par with AMD's, offering as if to make a statement that, like it's Intel, it's our bestest bestest thing. Therefore, you know it cost that much and people will buy it and you know what people did buy it. I remember I used to I used to spend so much time on online forums just like helping people configure systems because it was a hobby for me. You still spend oh not doing that, but you still spend a fair amount. Well, yeah, okay, specifically yeah the kind of person who hung out in what was the venn equivalent of our slash, build a PC and just waited for people to. I was sitting there waiting for people to post what they wanted to do with their system and I'd put together a recommended spec list, and then I'd get. So I would argue with people about their configurations. Cuz people would come in and they'd be like I'm gonna, buy this extreme edition, TM thing and I'm like that's dumb and they're like yeah, but I want until I like Intel like. No, no you don't like Intel Intel is not theirs, they're, not emotional. They don't reciprocate your love. They they they're out and to be clear AMD is no different. Don'T kid yourself? They don't reciprocate your love. You are a customer, that's that's the relationship here yeah, and so you should not be buying what is objectively worse for the same price and they go well. It doesn't make that much of a difference. You know it's like 5 % different in this game and 10 % different in that game. You'D never noticed, and I go. Who cares? Why would you ever knowingly get less for your money like that is offensive to me on such a such a deep level to go in and like knowingly eyes wide open be like here is more of my money. Please give me less of something worse. Thank you. This has been a tremendous transaction, but even at even at the darkest times. Okay, there's some stuff, if you were trying to evaluate based off of this, has never really been that big of a problem for CPUs but yeah. If you're trying to evaluate based off of like okay, I've had experience with their customer support or I've had its transient reliability. That'S I know, and I know that's not what you're commenting on they're all pretty darn, reliable, both AMD and Intel. Yes, it's kind of irrelevant here, I'm just saying in general. Some of those arguments can have some validity to it, but usually no, I just always used to get so mad, because Intel would do these things and they would just get away with it. I mean the number of people, so I was working PC advisor at NCI X when I'm changing. I'M changing gears a little bit here when Nvidia launched the GTX 480, which was a steaming pile of hot garbage, literally hot, maybe not literally garbage, but given how many of them probably burned themselves into a crisp yeah, I'm sure, I'm sure quite a few them ended Up in the electronic scrap heat for, like you, know, scrap gold recovery, and I - and I would just like - I would just hate that people are like no. No I'm needy force likes. People would have legitimate reasons. Like look, I'm a kuda developer, I'm like sure. Okay. Well, then, you should probably buy four GTX 480 s and cram your PCI Express slots full of GTX 480 s lot of fun. But you know people who are like yeah, I'm playing this game or that game. It always made me so mad. It was actually because of my insistence that my position is PC Advisor was a non-commissioned position, because that way I could be free to tell people whatever they actually needed to know yeah and when they asked me, are you on Commission, which many did many people asked Me if I was it's a valid question, I would always say: no, because I wasn't, I did get a monthly bonus for being the PC advisor, but it was a flat monthly bonus. I just got like $ 300 a month or something like that for monitoring that email address. What else was I gonna talk about yeah? Oh just fan, fanboys really make me mad. I remember this one time I was doing yeah I freaked out on stream, not that long ago, like it actually had close to a breakdown, because there was this giant war going on on the stream about Linux versus windows, yeah, and I just I was trying to Get it to just stop for so long and it just wouldn't stop, and then I just kind of spaz Dal ittle bit and it was like shut up. It'S whatever's proper for that situation. It'S what it they both have positives of benefits, and it was funny because not that long after I released that video people were so mad about, like the funny thing is, I would love to see the numbers for what percentage of the people who were mad about That video daily drive windows and to be clear, I know, Windows, isn't perfect. Yeah, there's problems with Microsoft's data collection, there's problems with basic functionality, not we're gonna. Do you remember how long it took them to get the Start menu working its? You know the same issues. In my opinion, it still has some issues but remember when it just actually didn't work at all yeah yeah I mean the search is so bad yeah. It is shockingly bad, like I search, is so much better than Windows. 7 holy cow. I am far from an expert programmer. Let'S, let's get that out of the way, but I am pretty sure I am pretty sure that it would be fairly straightforward for Microsoft to create some kind of demon that runs and just indexes every file name of every and like sorts it by okay. These are executables, these are probably the most important ones. These are batch files. These are probably less important and just searches against that. It would be your instantaneous and if you can't do it, and so even when it does turn up the right result, you'll type, something in it for seconds later it comes up. The result. You'Ve got your. It comes up with some like stupid result and you're about to click the right thing and it like it moves and you clicked the wrong thing. You'Re like what are you actually doing? I had to know very recently on my work PC, which is the only computer. I work on that is running. What is 10? I even the apt Windows 10 off my laptop, which now it doesn't even like some of the Razr stuff, is all derped. Oh because that, but whatever I typed in Mouse yeah, because I wanted to check to fit with my mouse and it showed the actual like Mouse settings thing yeah for a second and then it disappeared entirely and just nothing was there. Yes, I deleted the word and retyped yeah Mouse and then it showed up properly and I was like okay yeah. Where did it go? Do you want to search the web for mouse yeah? No, why did it leave if I wanted to search the web for mouse? I would have opened my Chrome browser and searched the web for Mouse. It'S just probably already open because that's how like people use computers now yeah so Wow yeah, browsers, remember that now, like I remember, I used to get really annoyed with my mom because, like back in the Windows, 3.1 Windows 95 days, she didn't understand the difference between Minimize and exit, so I would always get onto the computer and it would be super chuggy because everything she had minimized, absolutely everything she was doing. I was like yo, like my program, can't run because you are using literally all the computer's memory. She'D be like. I closed it all anyway, where I was going with the fanboy thing is I remember one of the most frustrating systems I ever had to build was on this motherboard. This was like a super niche. Where is it where's the pictures on Tom's? How are we going really throwing this video all over the place, though ya know this is really annoying. It was this super niche platform socket 1207 socket F. This was my god. The ads grow up a little bit just pause right there. This is all ads Wow. All this all this all this all this and all this Oh cow - I just I just I didn't see that for a second that is actually it's almost admirable at a certain like they have they have put. They have crammed more ad in there than I would have thought possible. Yeah you congratulated for that. I guess here it is so this was that, like the stupidest motherboard ever been, visit this site right here can I can I find a picture this thing so AMD adapted their server platform, which wasn't completely dead at the time, even though their desktop was like dying, a fast death in terms Of competitiveness and was like okay, we're gonna go after Intel on core count and they built this platform called four by four. So I don't know why they called it four by four: maybe it was four PCI Express slots for cores times two sockets. I don't know anyway, you can put two quad core 2 quad core processors in it. If I recall correctly - and I remember - building this system and just like it driving me absolutely nuts, because the thing was so oversized - it's 24 pin like mid yeah. The design of the board is terrible because I'm sure they rushed this thing because no one like they knew that's wrong, like a few hundred people were gonna buy it like nobody was gonna buy this stupid thing. The performance was terrible. The power consumption was terrible and I was just like looking at it going why? Why would anybody buy this and it was? It was like not. It was not a great board because what tends to happen at the very high end, you can buy a six seven. Eight hundred dollar motherboard and get a very, very poor experience, because the thing is the BIOS development that goes into a board is kind of not quite but kind of the same, regardless of whether you sell 500 of them, five thousand 50 thousand five hundred thousand of Them, and so it's like okay - well, where do we sink the the little bit of extra polish into the one? That'S going to turn into five hundred annoyed customers on the asus forum or the one? That'S gonna turn into five hundred thousand annoyed customers on the issues forum da, like it's usually better, to buy the mainstream thing than the super halo niche things. From my experience, we've had experience yeah I was just gonna say. We'Ve had experiences had experience with that many times. Actually. Here we go especially back in the house. I remember that quite a few times, AMD's quad FX, technically quad core. Oh wait no hold on each physical nevermind. It was. It was dual course and then two sockets. So that you had a total of four course, of course, you're dealing with Numa nodes and like let's go ahead and have a look at what the performance looked like compared to here's gaming performance. So this was a gaming machine. I was building like it's just so I'd have people say: well, it's not that far behind Conroe, it's like, so what it is behind and it's a terrible value. Where'S the power consumption numbers is like just this thing was just such

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