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Cubical crush pt. 2 - L. Heeseung

💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!

⌨️WARNINGS: mentions of sex but no smut, alcohol, age gap, cursing,fluff, heeseung makes numerous sexual jokes, heeseung says fuck a lot pt 2 heeseung and reader are still both dumb asf lol.

🖱️GENRE: co-workers, best friends to lover’s, comedy, romance.

🖥️SUMMARY: after you and heeseung patch things up, it seems there’s no way to avoid your feelings for him, and it didn’t seem like he was going to let you either.

WC: 5,714

Masterlist (working on fixing the links)

Part 1 (highly suggest reading that first)

NOTE: hello, again, I decided to give you all a part 2 of “cubical crush” Thank you for all the positive feedback on the first part. As I stated previously, it’s a little different from how I usually write, but I’m happy with the way it came out, and it made me laugh a lot. But, anyways, like always, I hope you all enjoy it, and it’s good to be back.🖤 also the punctuation is off but i was too lazy to fix it.

After you and heeseung were back to being normal with each other, you couldn’t help but miss his cute flirty behavior, and as of late, he was looking absolutely fucking edible, which wasn’t helping at all.

But come to think of it. You actually were glad he wasn’t flirting with you anymore cause, with his new look, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

He had recently got a haircut. It was slicked back, showing off his pretty forehead and shaved sides sculpting his face perfectly. He smelled delicious, and today he just decided to wear a black dress shirt paired with black slacks and a red tie.

Today was going to be a rough day.

“Morning, ms y/n,” he greeted you casually, knowing just how much you fucking hated it when he called you Ms.

But today, you didn’t care. His voice was still deep from it being early in the morning, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a tingle between your legs.

“Morning, Seung,” you replied and didn’t snap back at him the way you usually do when he greeted you like that.

“Woah, what the fuck was that, and where the fuck is the y/n I’m used to?” He looked at you with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You spun your chair around, laughing quietly at his expression.

“Why aren’t you ripping my head off right now? I just called you, ms, and you hate being called Ms” He set your coffee down on your desk and took a small sip of his.

“I’m just having a good day, that’s all” You smiled brightly at him, and now he was starting to worry cause this was not like you at all.

“Are you sick?“ he placed his palm on your forehead, and your face instantly got hot from his touch. “You feel like you have a fever,” he pouted.

“What?!” You pushed his hand away. “I’m fine. I told you I’m just having a good day. Can’t I have a good day?” You smiled brightly again.

“No, you fucking can’t, not around me and especially if you’re going to be smiling at me like you’re some type of fucking serial killer.”

“I might be,” you shrug, and his face instantly morphed. You couldn’t believe that he actually got genuinely scared. “I’m joking!”

He wordlessly walked to his little workspace next to yours, turning his computer on.

“Seung, I’m serious. I’m just joking” You should have known he would have been paranoid, especially after all the b rated horror films you watched together on movie nights.

“You better fucking be!” He shrieks.

You couldn’t help but cackle at the sound of his high-pitched voice next door to you.

He was always so fun to tease.

“I’m tired” It was only past morning, but oddly enough, you were already tired.

“Come on, sleepy butt, it’s lunchtime,” heeseung spoke lowly across from you.

“Wait, I’m almost done” That was the workaholic in you speaking. Despite being tired, you always had to keep going until you felt like you put in enough work to earn a break.

“You and me both already know that’s a load of bull crap. You’ll be saying the same thing in an hour from now,” he says, still typing away at his own computer.

“No,” you whined. “Seung, just five more minutes, I promise.”

“Seung, just five more minutes,” he mimicked your whiny tone.

He shut off his computer and entered your personal space leaning down and closing out all the tabs you had opened. “No! Seung!”

“Yes! Y/n!” you turned to your side, and he was dangerously close to you. His neck looked so inviting, especially his Adam’s apple. You were so close to just saying fuck it and letting him take you right then and there, but you snapped out of it.

The poor guy was so completely unaware of all the dirty thoughts you were having about him as he was shutting down your computer.

He made the mistake of looking over at you when he felt your eyes on him. He was so much closer than he initially realized. His eyes quickly darted to your lips, but he shifted his gaze to your eyes instead. “Ready?” He asked, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“Uhh, y-yeah,” you stuttered.

“So, how did you like working with the new trainee?” You said with a bit of curiosity in your tone.

“Y/n, we talked about this already. I was just trying to make you jealous we were never close,” he explained.

“Yeah, and it worked, you asshole. You have some nerve inviting her to lunch with you.”

“I did what it took to make you notice me” He shrugged.

You glared at him, disgusted by his audacity. “But seriously, did you like it?” You ask, and you may or may not have been secretly comparing yourself to her.

“No,” he deadpanned.

“Why? She seemed…” you trailed off, hoping he’d say what he thought about her.

“Bitchy?” He finished your statement for you.

“I was gonna say enthusiastic,” you laughed.

“Yeah, Enthusiastic for my eggplant,” he scoffed.

“You did not just say that,” you say in disbelief.

“Fine, my banana” You glared at him, an unamused look etching its way to your features. He tapped his chin in thought. “Chili pepper!” You could only stare at him with a disgusted look on your face, and it just kept getting worse and worse the longer he went on. “Oh, I know, my anaconda!” He smiled while proudly nodding his head as if he had actually done something.

A disapproving sigh fell from your lips, and you just shook your head at him disappointedly.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Anyway, she was literally throwing herself all over me, and how the fuck am I supposed to work when she’s screaming right next to my fucking ear? I’m glad she’s gone” He shivered at just the thought of her high pitched voice and cheap smelling perfume.

Well, then, I guess I was worried about her for no reason. You thought to yourself.

“But she was pretty, successful, and young.” something you weren’t. “You should have got her number” Yet again, here you are, selling yourself short and comparing yourself to others.

Now it was his turn to glare at you. “I don’t care. She could have been rich, and I still wouldn’t have cared, and besides, I like my girls just a little bit older than that,” he smiled and winked at you.

“Pervert”

He gasped, feigning offense. “How does that make me a pervert? It’s not like I’m into grannies.”

“You might be,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, I think that would give breaking her back a whole new meaning” A dry chuckle fell from his lips as he rolled his eyes.

“I'm trying to eat here,” you said, offended while covering your food.

“You brought it up,” he defended himself.

“Anyways, speaking of eating, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner at my place tonight.”

“Ooh, is the one and only ms y/n asking me on a date” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You wish Lee no woman in her right mind would ask you on a date” You dismiss his silly comment, but it still made your heart flutter.

“Except you, cause you’re not in your right mind. You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Just do you want to or not,” you said, getting fed up with his behavior when he was working next to you the age gap seemed nonexistent with how professional he was but in times like these, it was very evident just how immature he actually was.

“Don’t get all sassy on me. You’re asking a stupid question, duh. Of course, I want to”

“I can’t believe you and me can never have just one normal conversation,” you sighed.

“What’s not normal about shit-talking your old co-workers having sex with grannies, and asking me on a date?”

“I hate your guts” You shook your head, and you’re not sure why you even accepted this clown back into your life, to begin with.

“But you love it when I’m all up in yours,” he stated with a smile on his face accompanied by a flirtatious wink.

“Asshole,” you glared at him.

“Are we talking about yours? Cause I love it. I could lick it all da-“

You kicked his shin under the table to stop him from talking nonsense.

“Ow! Crazy bitch” he mumbled while rubbing his shin that would probably be bruised by tomorrow from your assault.

“What did you say!?” You asked with your eyes wide.

“I said I love you.” He smiled past the pain.

“That’s what I thought” You smiled while his face contorted into a grimace as the pain started to kick in.

After your very eventful lunch, it was soon time to go home.

“So, what’s on the menu?” He slid his chair back using his feet to roll it next to yours.

“Umm,” you hum in thought, but your brain comes up with nothing. “you pick,” you say as you clear off your desk.

“How about pussy with a side of ass?” He giggles.

“Are you addicted to sex or something?” You gave him a judging look.

“No, but I’m addicted to you,” so maybe you didn’t miss his flirting as much as you originally thought you did cause he was really wearing you out today, and he hadn’t been this obvious since you first met.

“Whatever. Are you ready to go now?” You shifted the topic to something else.

“Yep, Oh, and I made this for you” He reached over to his desk and handed you a little heart-shaped origami that he made.

“Aww, it’s so cute. Since when did you learn to make this?” You ask while examining the cute little paper heart.

“Since my computer crashed and I had nothing to do for an hour straight so, I watched videos on my phone and learned how to make it,” he explained.

“I feel so special,” you say in a sappy way.

“Don’t! I made one for everybody” He looks in your opposite direction as if he was trying to prove to you that you really weren’t special.

“Ha! Liar!” You point at his face and laugh.

“Fine,” he threw his hands up in the air. “I didn’t, but don’t get all big-headed 'cause you’re not even that special” He folded his arms and pretended to be annoyed.

“So, I’m special but not that special,” you frown.

“If I had a dollar for every time you annoyed me, I’d have more money than I could spend in a lifetime” He tried to ignore the cute little frown on your lips but failed.

You pouted and looked up at him with a hurt expression on your face. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be,” you mumbled sadly.

His eyes instantly widened with panic. “I’m just joking, y/n, don’t be sad,” he rushed out while trying to fix his mistake. He was literally just playing around. He would never intentionally hurt your feelings.

“I’ll try not to annoy you anymore” You looked down at your feet.

“Y/n….” he pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t mean it. I love it when you banter back and forth with me. It’s the only thing that keeps my day interesting” He rubbed his palms over your back, sighing into your hair and gently rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You smirked evilly. He was literally so easy to fool. “Got you!” You said in a teasing tone, giggling when you felt his whole body stiffen.

He pulled away from the hug to see you laughing in his face. He glared at you and pushed you out of his way, yanking his suitcase off his desk and mumbling something that sounded a lot like fucking bitch as he walked off to the elevator with you chasing closely behind him, still giggling at his irritated figure, smashing the buttons on the elevator.

“Hahaha, so funny, hilarious” his words only made you laugh more, so of course, he continued just to hear you laugh again. “The funniest girl on the planet,” he said with sarcasm laced in his tone. You clutched onto your stomach and leaned into him from laughing so hard. Truthfully, what you said wasn’t even that funny, but his annoyed expression always tickled you.

He looked at you with a small smile while you leaned against him, and the only thing he thought in that moment was just how much he truly enjoyed spending time with you. He’d never take moments like this for granted cause it was times like these that just reminded him how truly special you were and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

He tilted his head and leaned into you, laughing along with you in the small space of the elevator.

It was then and there that he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he was undoubtedly deeply in love with you.

On the way to your house, he made a quick stop at the corner store, and you were starting to regret letting him drive cause you just wanted to go home. “I’m gonna get some beer. Do you want anything?”

“Nope, I’m good,” you reply tiredly.

“Sure? Don’t ask me for anything when I get back.”

“I’m sure now, just hurry up and go in. I’m tired,” you whined.

“Aww, poor baby is tired,” he had a fake sympathetic look on his face, but it instantly fell flat. “that makes two of us” He slammed the door behind him on purpose, making you flinch.

You could see him laughing on his way into the store. “Asshole!” You rolled down the window and shouted.

He got his beer and was set to leave, but something caught his eye. It was your favorite candy, so how could he not get it for you?

He paid for the items and went back to the car.

When he reached for the knob, the door didn’t open. He saw you with an evil smile on your face as he frantically tried to open the door to no avail. “Come on, y/n, it’s not funny.”

“And slamming the door in my face wasn’t funny either,” you say unbothered.

“Come on, y/n, it's freezing out here,” he said, shivering in the cold weather.

“Not my problem,” you reply and blow a breath on your nails, then polish them on your blazer.

“And when I make you suck my balls to warm them up, that’s not gonna be my problem either” You couldn’t believe this idiot, even in nearly below whether he had time to make inappropriate jokes.

“Apologize, and I’ll let you in,” you smirked.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, just let me in” You unlocked the door for him since he asked Nicely. “You’re mean” He buckled his belt and blew warm air onto his hands before pulling out of the parking lot and finishing the journey to your home. “I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I bought you some candy anyway” He reached inside the bag and handed it to you.

“Oh, well, how sweet of you,” you say sarcastically while rolling your eyes and opening the packet of candy, eating it right away.

“Don’t eat it then dickhead” he replied, unfazed by your shitty comment. “Note to self never buy an ungrateful bitch anything” He checked it off of his invisible list.

“Please, just shut the fuck up and take me home.”

“I love it when you degrade me makes me feel like dropping to my knees an-“ you literally covered your ears to blot out whatever sickness he was saying now. Once you saw him chuckling, you figured it was safe and moved your hands from the sides of your head.

Thank goodness you were a few minutes from home cause any longer with him in this car, and you probably would have made him get into a car crash.

You both had dinner, and now you were doing your normal routine, watching a movie together on the couch. “Do you think he’s gonna find her?” Heeseung whispered with his head resting in your lap, so invested in the horror movie that played on the screen.

The girl in question was hiding under a truck inside a barn with a hand cupping her mouth as she watched the killer's feet taking strides in her direction. “I think so” you whispered back.

“Why doesn’t she get from under the truck and run” You giggled silently at the fact that’s he whispering as if his voice could be heard through the screen.

Just then, the murderer appeared out of nowhere, and he was face to face with the girl under the truck pulling her out by her ponytail, and you don’t know who was screaming louder, the girl on the screen or heeseung.

He snuggled up closer to you as the killer raised his machete. The camera focused on the object, reflecting the dim barn lighting as blood from the previous killings had dripped down the blade heeseung quickly scrambled and grabbed the remote shutting off the tv.

“Really?” You said in disbelief. “Are you seriously that scared of a b rated horror movie?”

“Did you see what he was about to do to her?!” He said, trying to make you understand his point of view.

“Yeah, but it’s like all fake,” you stated the obvious.

“But still!” He pouted, sitting back down on the couch.

“Fine, do you want to watch light year instead?”

“Yes!” He cheered while nodding his head like a baby.

“I can’t believe I have an overgrown baby in my house” You grabbed the remote and put stupid light year on, not to say you really cared as long as he was enjoying it, so were you.

He laid his head in your lap once again as his eyes focused on the screen.

You don’t know why, but you started running your fingers through his hair, making a shiver run down his spine. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. Your touch felt so warm and comforting that he wished he could feel you like this every day. He hummed when your fingertips grazed his ear slightly.

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me fall for you even harder,” he warned playfully, and you removed your hand.

He sat up straight, this time looking you into your eyes. “I know you said to forget about it, but I just want to know one thing, and I’ll never speak of it again. The other night when we were together, what made you agree in the first place.” He asked, hoping maybe deep down, at some point, you actually felt something for him. Yeah, he knew he was reaching, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Fuck, shit, shit fuck, and more fucking fuck shit.

You bit on your lip nervously before finally just deciding to tell him the truth. What was the point in lying anyway? You guys told each other literally everything, and it felt uncomfortable to hide anything from him. Even if it changed your relationship forever, you had to get the weight off your chest that you’d been carrying for years. “Cause I like you” You squinted one eye shut, waiting for his reaction.

“Come on, y/n. I’m being serious here.” He laughed.

“Me too,” you mumbled.

“Oh…” he still didn’t know what to believe. You had to be joking or playing a prank on him. Yeah, that was the only logical explanation he could come up with. “Nice try, but I’m not falling for it this time.”

You sighed. “I do, I like you so much, and I have for a long time. It’s just I can’t be with you, me, and you can never work,” you said sadly.

“Why? If you like me too, then what’s the problem?” In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him speak so seriously before.

You sighed. And figured you might as well just let everything out now.

“Cause I’m no good for you seung you’re young I’m old you’re good looking I’m not I’m just barely making it in my career at thirty-two, and you’re right behind me at the age of twenty-two, overall, you’re just out of my league you deserve someone better, and I don’t want to keep holding you back” in your head that was good reasoning not to be with him but he just found it plain stupid.

“In the most polite way possible in the many years we’ve known each other, that’s literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say, and believe me, you’ve said some pretty stupid fucking things.”

You looked at him feeling somewhat offended by his choice of words after you had just spilled your heart out to him. He was making light of your issues, but you quickly realized that you were taking him the wrong way.

“First of all, you’re a fucking goddess, second. I love the fact that you’re older than me. Girls my age just aren’t as driven as you are. I find that so attractive about you, and thirdly, I just really fucking like you for you, not your age, not your career, not your looks, just you and what makes you you, and for the record, I would have never been any of the things you listed out if it wasn’t for you. You got me a job. You gave me something to look up to. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, hell. You even taught me how to dress,” he chuckled at the realization remembering his first day at the office when he wore the most uncoordinated outfit in his closet. He realized just how long you two have been together, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“That’s a lot of you’s,” you smiled, getting a bit teary eyed from his words.

“It’s impossible not to say you a million times when we’re together, and as bad as it sounds, my whole life revolves around you.” He held your hand and placed a delicate kiss on the back of it.

You couldn’t help but look at him with eyes full of love, and the words you said to him next were long overdue. “I love you” You all but tackled him in a hug, a few tears of joy slipping from your eyes while you did so.

“Finally, you admit it” He hugged you back as tight as he possibly could without crushing you. “I love you too” He leaned back to get a good look at your face before giving you a quick smooch, and of course, things could never be serious with him, but that’s what you loved about him. He was always just so carefree around you, and that made you happy. “Now, it’s your turn to list all the things you like about me,” he smiled giddily while pointing to himself.

“Not in a million years, you dork” He pouted instantly at your words. “Okay, fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I love working with you every day and your constant teasing. I love all the little things you do to cheer me up when I’m having a bad day,” you said shyly.

“Ooh, I like this continue,” he nodded in his head, approving of everything you said so far.

Wow, he really had no shame. You thought.

“I love when you bring me coffee in the morning and massage my shoulders, and I just love you. I love the way you love me” You booped his cute not so little nose.

“You’re gonna make my heart explode if you keep talking to me like that,” you giggled.

“Oh, and one more thing,” you made a come hither motion with your index finger, and he leaned in closer so you could whisper in his ear. “I love the way you make love to me.”

He leaned back and looked at you with an unreadable expression before He stood up and threw you over his shoulder but not before turning off the tv.

“Seung, put me down!” you squeal and hit his back lightly.

“No, can do, ms y/n. I’m going to take you to infinity and beyond,” he spanked your butt while jogging upstairs to your bedroom, giggling.

He laid you down on your mattress, hovering over you with a smile. “You’re such a nerd,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips.

“A nerd that you love,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

That was only the start of your long adventurous night with him.

You woke up with heeseung sleeping directly on top of you naked and all with his head buried in your neck and legs tangled together with yours. It was a wonder how you were even able to sleep last night cause he was literally all over you.

After a few minutes, you thought he’d wake up, but no, you had to stay under him like that for a whole hour until your limbs started feeling numb. You decided to run your fingers along his back gently to wake him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” Good, he’s finally awake, you thought.

He stirred in his sleep, pushing his face even further into the crook of your neck, and it’s almost like he somehow put even more of his weight on you, not to say you minded, though.

“Baby?” You called out to him again, and this time you didn’t get any response.

He literally replied with soft snores next to your ear, and for a split second, you may have regretted having him stay the night. Well, he begged you to stay the night, and you said yes.

“Seung, we have to go to work,” you poked his shoulder.

Another soft snore.

You pinched his butt, and he popped up immediately. “Ouch!” He sat up while wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Why did you do that?” He pouted and rubbed his bottom.

“Cause yo- we need to go before we’re late,” you told him.

“Okay, but you could have just woken me up by rubbing my back or something.”

You could only look at him with a blank stare. He was literally unbelievable.

“Can we match today?” He asked, looking a little bit too cute for his own good.

“Sure, cutie” You kissed his cheek and ran to the shower while his face got redder by the second.

He plopped down on the bed and buried his face into your pillows. “Gosh, I’m so in love with that woman,” he says to himself while you were running the shower, or he thought you were anyway.

“And I’m so in love with you,” you giggled at the shocked look on his face. “Are you joining me or not?”

He squeaks upon seeing your presence in the doorway. “You heard?!”

“Yes! Now hurry up and get in here, lover boy, or else we’re going to be late.”

“Okay! I’m coming!” He hopped out of bed and joined you in the shower.

“Do you want to fool around, get freaky deaky touchy-feely?” This fool has to nerve to ask you as he washes your back with his large hands.

“Do you want to be late? Do you want a little ding on your record? Do you want to get yelled out by our boss?” You remind him.

“No, but why are you bringing that up? It has nothing to do with my question” At this point, you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking around.

“Why do I love you again? Like, please remind me,” you say as you take your body poof and spin him around so you could wash his back.

“Good question, but if you’re asking me, I’d say it’s cause I ate you out so good last night” He smiled proudly, remembering how many times he made you cum last night just with his tongue.

“Must be cause a baboon has better understanding skills than you.”

He really turned around and looked at you like he was hurt by what you said. “You don’t really mean that, right?” He pouted. He must’ve really thought you were serious.

“No, of course not, baby” You pressed a kiss to his cheek to reassure him, and he smiled brightly.

“You called me baby just now. I like it. It’s cute” He encircled your waist, allowing you to wash his chest.

“Not cuter than you” He scrunched his nose cutely and stared fondly at you while you cleaned the rest of his body.

“I went with blue I hope that’s okay with you” You came into the living room with a silky blue blazer paired with a black skirt and black heels.

His jaw was literally on the floor, and maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but you could have sworn you saw a bit of drool at the corners of his lips. “Blue is more than okay. My girl looks so good. Come here” He stood up and walked around you in circles, looking at every inch of you. “Perfect,” he used the only word that could describe how you looked right now. “Let’s hurry up so I can get my suit. We only have…” he looked at his wrist watch “forty-five minutes.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips. “We have to bring some of your suits for the next time you sleep over.”

“Next time?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah, next time,” you smiled and hooked your arm around his. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s” he returned your smile and walked to the front door.

Panties wet, folds soaked, heart beating, pussy throbbing, mouth watering.

Lee heeseung.

He wore black slacks, a navy blue shirt that almost looked like silk matching your blazer perfectly, a black and navy checkered tie, and wet messy hair.

You thought you must be dreaming cause he looked too good to be real.

He attempted to fix his hair in the mirror. “It’s too bad I don’t have time to style my hair” He flicked a few pieces out of his eyes.

“Don’t!” You said, startling him from practically screaming. “Your hair looks good like that.”

“Does it?” He looked at you quizzically.

“Yes, I hate to say this out loud, but you look so fuckable right now.” You said while practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Do I?” He asked while biting his lip. “You want to fuck me right now?” He walked over to you, pressing you up against his front door, resting his palms on your plump ass.

“So bad,” you admit shamelessly.

“Is that so?“ he quirked his slit eyebrow.

“Very much so,” you say as you wrap your hands around his neck and stare at his lips.

“Too bad we’re running late,” he said with no stock behind his words as he inched his face closer to yours and slid his hand up your skirt squeezing your ass roughly. “Kiss me”

Let’s just say you both made it to work with a minute to spare after a very, very heated make-out session against his front door.

“Coffee, ms y/n” He set your coffee on your desk like usual.

“You little shit,” you glared at him.

“I just brought you coffee. Calm down” He puts his hands up in defense as if he was really just innocently bringing you coffee.

“Get the fuck out of here,” you say, annoyed. Literally, nothing has changed since you two confessed to each other, but you weren’t complaining. You loved the dynamic between the both of you and so did he.

“Okay, but first, don’t we look so good together?” He lowered his face next to yours while adjusting his tie, and checking you out in your desk mirror.

“We look great together. Now get to work” You hid your blushing face and lightly pushed him away from you.

“Kiss kiss,” he puckered his lips out for you to kiss like you hadn’t done it at his place, the car, and the parking lot before coming in.

“Mwah, now go before we get caught,” you patted his butt.

“Yes, boss, or soon to be,” he finally went to his cubical and stopped pestering you.

Not even a minute later, he was bothering you yet again by knocking on the thin wall separating you both. “We should go on a date later,” he whispered.

“Okay,” you reply back just as quietly.

“Where do you want to go?” He asks.

“Anywhere” All that could be heard was fast typing and you both whispering.

“How about the place that opened right down the street from here?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“Sure,” you whisper back.

“And then later, when we go home, if you want to, we can have sex,” he suggested.

You had to bite your lip to hold back your smile. You loved this idiot so much.

“Y/n?” He paused his typing for a quick second so he could hear your reply.

“Yes?” You said, doing a poor job of hiding your excited giggles.

“And then we can have sex after if you’re down. Are you down?” He repeated his question while resuming his typing.

“I’m down,” he blushed, getting all giddy at the idea of spending the whole day and night with you.

“Cool,” Of course, he’d reply with Cool. That response was just like him.

Approximately five minutes passed by before he spoke again. “Hey, y/n?” He says softly.

“Yes, seungie?” He smiles at your sweet tone while answering him.

“I love you” He passed you another heart-shaped origami over your cubical.

You stopped when you saw it on your desk. He paused everything he was doing and smiled on the other end, just waiting to hear you say it back.

Your heart melted as you imagined how cute he was while concentrating on making it for you. You could already see his cute little focused eyes and pouty lips. “I love you too.” Silenced ensued while you both got busy with work once again, but the smiles never left either of your faces for the rest of the day.

And that’s the story of how you got together with your cubicle crush.

thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave feedback and reblog.

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cubical crush taglist: @ara-15 @heeswif3y @positivelyinlovewithjungwon @seokseokjinkim @dneltrise

#heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen heeseung #engene #heeseung fluff

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notagoodlad · 5 months

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Tagged by @skinnyscottishbloke - thank you!! I love these things

1. Were you named after anyone?

Not my first name, but I share my middle name with an aunt on each side of the family

2. When was the last time you cried?

I teared up last night having a conversation with my boyfriend (it wasn't anything bad, no worries! I'm one of those fuckers who tears up whenever I feel even the edge of an emotion if I'm with someone I trust)

3. Do you have kids?

2 step children, a boy and a girl

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have never been sporty.... but I danced for 14 years, all the way through until I graduated high school. I miss it a lot.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Naaaahhhhhhhh (she said sarcastically) ((prev, lol))

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Height, eyes, smile

7. What’s your eye color?

Green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, however I don't mind if we take some dark twists and turns before we get there.

9. Any talents?

Singing, song recognition/lyric retention, dancing, my extremely large and sometimes pretentious vocabulary.

10. Where were you born?

In a small local hospital.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, singing (mostly just to myself/by myself these days), cross stitch, cooking, very novice levels of gardening and herbal concoctions.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes, 2 baby kitty cats.. and our daughter has a hamster.

13. How tall are you?

5'6" - neither short nor tall.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, 100%. By senior year of high school I was in 3 lit related classes in one semester (ap English, humanities, and intermediate creative writing).. and I majored in creative writing with a minor in English lit in college. I also took Classics and mythology classes for fun.

15. Dream job?

I have always struggled with this question. I have never had a 'dream job', per se. I always feared living my life in a cubical, a slave to capitalism. I lived most of my adult life like that, unfortunately, until recently. Now, accidentally unemployed, I'm trying to figure out what to do next that won't make me miserable.

No pressure tags @phoen1xr0se, @crowleys-hips, @hellogoodomens, @fellthemarvelous, @something-something-goodomens, @takeme-totheworld, @andiv3r

#my posts #about me #I love these stupid survey things and I have since the days of myspace

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papermint-airplane · 2 months

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Give your OCs a sword or whatever this meme was called Idk I could look it up but I'm too lazy

I was tagged for this Picrew by @anamoon63, @bool-prop, @silwermoon-sims, @faeriefrolic and I think one other person I couldn't find in my mentions. Wow, y'all really want me to give Aiden a sword! You know he's gonna hurt himself, right? 😭

This is exactly what that fool would come up with, I feel it in my bones. It's pretty, it's impractical, it's ridiculous. The little danglies aren't silver, they're clear. They're cubic zirconia. He'd never actually use it because he'd be too busy running from whatever the threat was but he'd like to have it hanging on the wall so he could look at it from time to time. I'd have to physically restrain him from making the whole thing a solid pink. That was an option, by the way. It was positively h i d e o u s.

I made one for Roman as well. He likes bats and light bondage themes in his attire, and also he's semi-aquatic. It suits him. He would actually use it. Probably for cooking. Probably while screaming, "I HAVE THE POWER" as he slices a loaf of bread with it while his dinner guests look on in bewildered horror. Please don't actually give Roman a sword.

I almost never include Rio in these things because they rarely ever have options I feel like she would pick herself. But this one...it just had a vibe to it. I imagined Rio at a Ren Faire or something telling the booth guy what she wants and him just judging the hell out of her for how boringly practical it is.

Sword Customizer: That's...that's it? Just a plain sword?

Rio: What do you mean? It's not plain, I put a ribbon on it.

Sword Customizer: Yeah but we have so many other options. You could make it sparkly, or look enchanted, or a rainbo--

Rio: What good is a sparkly rainbow sword going to do me in battle?

Sword Customizer: You're...not serious, right? You're not actually going to fight with this, right? This is a novelty shop. For tourists.

Rio: So? It's still pointy. It'll get the job done.

Sword Customizer: I--ok, as long as you sign the waiver, I don't care what you do with it when you leave here. Just don't mention me when the cops show up. Still, are you sure you don't want to add some of your personality to it? Something to represent a special interest of yours, perhaps?

Rio: Ugh, fine. *tapes a watch cog to the handle* Happy?

Sword Customizer: I haven't known happiness in a long time.

And just for funsies, here's one I'd make for myself. I have two modes: recovering Lisa Frank addict and 2004 Hot Topic edgelord. This is the former. Be grateful.

I think I'm the last to get to this meme again so I'm gonna do the cop out and tag anyone who hasn't done this and wants to do it and you can say I tagged you personally. 😌

#tag game #tag meme #simblr #just simblr things #picrew #give your ocs a sword #tumblr tag game #tangentially sims related

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boyslit · 4 months

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since my brain isn't letting me write new stuff, y'all wanna read the wip i had that sparked every path? it's kind of condensed brain-soup style but has key points and dialogue i wanted to include. :3 the doc name was just "ring"

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(much, much later: a return to belobog for a week. Caelus catches up with old friends and old flames.)

koski came across a ring he's been holding onto for… no reason. reminded him of someone. more sentimental than valuable so he hasn't sold it. it's just cheap cubic zirconia, pretty as it is. he could probably have gotten someone to buy it at a high price thinking it's expensive orange topaz but… the thought of someone else having this sits wrong in his stomach. he's definitely not thinking about it lying in a box in his jacket pocket as he lies with Caelus after fucking. he holds his lover instead and pretends he's not leaving again in three days

catches a ride to the next stop with the express crew. swears he'll get off at the next stop, he's just wanting to make it off jarilo vi and into new markets. there's a whole wide world and new economies to learn to hustle after all. it doesn't hurt he can spend an extra day or two with Caelus.

when they disembark on a lively civship they still spend a couple days together before sampo realizes if he doesn't force himself to let go he's going to cling to Caelus forever

he secrets the ring into Caelus' pocket directly before they leave each other-it's a messy snoggy goodbye ofc. Sampo's off to find greener markets. Caelus is off finding side quests and people to help. eventually he digs in his pockets for money for lunch (some little hole in the wall Dan Heng knew about and only takes cash) and finds the ring. it's gunmetal finish with a brilliant yellow topaz. just like his eyes, even in a marquise cut like his diamond pupils. there's no way it was a coincidence. but why did sampo sneak it into his pocket?

it fits his ring finger perfectly. he feels warm and happy anyhow. it was nice to have something to remember him by since their work was taking them so far apart.

friends comment on ring later. c mentions he found it in his pocket earlier. m and dh exchange glances. "so he didn't propose with it, he just snuck it in your pocket? how cowardly."

"propose? propose what?"

"uh getting married? duh."

"well that doesn't sound like him anyway. is that what people do, ask someone to marry them with a ring?"

"yes????”

"March, he has even fewer memories than you."

"ooh, right. sorry"

cae studies the ring in his hand and thinks. "it's probably just a … a thing. something to remember him." later he snaps a picture of it on his hand and sends it.

c: [left me a surprise huh?]

[it's pretty. i like it]

[thanks <3]

he doesn't expect much in the way of a response but he did get a reply

s: [reminded me of you]

there's nothing else after that and Caelus feels a jolt of nervousness, wondering what's up. he tries to prod with humor

c: [careful, koski. you're getting dangerously close to sentimental~] a tilde to ensure the mood got through

it's a few minutes before he gets a reply. when calls reads it, he wonders if sampo has been writing and rewriting the text. it doesn't sound much like him

s: [i think i fell over that cliff a long time ago]

Caelus feels his breath catch in his throat- a heavy warm feeling collecting in his chest. they were never for talking about feelings. at least not honestly. sampo's dramatic declarations were mostly that- dramatics… but, maybe they hadn't been all bluster after all? Sampo's response hadn't been couched in poetic language. Even through text, it sounded like it had been muttered quietly, something he was terrified to admit out loud but unable to keep in any longer.

caelus swallows against the dread of the unknown and calls him instead. counts the rings. sampo picks up on the third ring.

“hey.”

“hi.” caelus wonders at the quiet, single syllable greeting. “you still on the Luofa?”

“mm. thought i’d get a …little drink before turning in for the night. skiff leaves in the morning.”

“is it any good?”

“finest plum wine on the entire Luofa~”

caelus chuckles. “that doesn’t tell me if it’s good.”

there’s a long moment of quiet. “i’ve been a bit… preoccupied. more interesting thoughts to hold my attention.”

“mm.” caelus leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “feel like sharing?” after a moment of quiet on the other side, he added, “anything to do with the ring you left me?”

“everything to do with it,” sampo whispered.

curled up in bed with the phone pressed to his ear, it felt like sampo was right next to him. caelus waited.

"my plans haven’t changed. you’ve got your work to do and i have mine. our paths are diverging.” sampo stares deeply into the crystal glass of plum wine without seeing it. “and it’s killing me to let go.” the slight break in sampo's voice nearly broke his heart. smooth-talking sampo koski didn't falter or stammer… unless the truth was that painful to tell.

“do we have to?” caelus whispered.

“we should.” that wasn’t a yes. that was the answer of a man who wanted anything but the path he was on.

“where are you?” caelus said suddenly. he pulled himself off the bed and shrugged on his jacket. “gilded frog by the jetty?” He saw the plum wine advertised when he and March and Dan Heng had wandered past that afternoon with snacks in hand.

“don’t,” sampo whispered, lowering his head to his hand. “that’s just going to make this so much harder.”

“you didn’t say we had to, just that we should,” caelus argued, taking off down the hall at a run now, dodging the night maid and skidding around the corner once outside. He waved apologetically at the person he dodged around and kept going. the frog wasn’t too far from their hotel after all and he was the second fastest of their little team. “i don’t want to let go either,” he said breathlessly. “wait for me.”

“cae-”

“please.”

the bartender’s head snapped up as someone burst into the little tavern, panting, phone still pressed to his ear. Sampo turned around, his own phone still at his ear, and locked eyes with Caelus. Caelus grinned and put the phone away, striding across the rest of the place towards the bar.

Sampo sighed, gave him a weary, tipsy smile, and put the phone away. This was only going to hurt a thousand times worse at the end, but seeing Caelus again now, that impending pain seemed light-years away. When they’d met, he would never have thought in a million years that this surly, grouchy-looking little punk harbored a smile like that.

It weakened his heart.

"Cae…" Caelus strode up to him, grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Just like that, whole again. Everything missing had returned. Sampo wound his arms around Caelus' waist and hugged him tightly.

#my writing stuff #hsr #sampo koski #caeSam #SamCae #caePo #?

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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I've been playing Cult of the Lamb recently and it reminded me of your Cult of the Diamond Au. How would Jotaro or Joesph fit in? I mean, they're basically Josuke's father figures here (despite the fact that Jotaro is technically his nephew and Joesph isn't exactly... all there). Maybe Iolite for Joesph, and just Platinum for Jotaro? or maybe Opal? Opal is usually representative of the ocean and water, fitting for the Ocean Man himself.

Or how about Reimi? Rose Quartz? I can see her as the one who watches over the hall of fallen soldiers. Would Aya be roped in at some point? She could be a Morganite or Coral, if she doesn't get killed that is. Speaking of killings, what about Kira? Are they going to give him a deific name too? Maybe to draw him out of hiding or force others to be on the lookout?

If he does get one, maybe Moissanite or Cubic Zirconia, both of which are used as artificial Diamonds, and could be sold as the Real Evil in this Cult instead of the Sapphire. Or perhaps a Ruby? Rubies represent fire and heat, great for explosions. There are also plenty of gemstones that are deadly too, like Asbestos. Yeah, I was shocked too when I found out it was a crystal. there's also Cinnabar, Chalcanthite, and Orpiment as well.

Yeah, I know Josuke says that The Sapphire is only the Opposite of the Diamond, but people will still see things in black and white. And if the Diamond is sold as good and the Sapphire is the opposite, then what's the opposite of good? Some people are still going to see the Sapphire as evil so if we have something to call truly call evil then the blame will be shifted from Okuyasu to Kira.

I also have an idea for a Cult-like au for Stardust Crusaders. Do Cults not go on Crusades to convert more followers?

TGDVJDVMDVD YOU KNOW I STARTED THIS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THIS WAS POST PART 4 BUT THIS BEING DURING IS SO MUCH FUNNIER-

like. slowly for years Josuke has (albeit accidentally) been creating this cult. He keeps his identity a secret because of how young he was to play on the safer side and every few weeks he puts on his disguise with Crazy D and makes his rounds around the hospital. Little does he know he's slowly amassed a rather large following that are really dedicated to him and what he does

I'd imagine it's only when Jotaro enters the picture that Josuke actually begins the realize just how much social/religious power he's amassed and is very happy he's kept his identity as The Great Diamond secret. Don't get him wrong, he does like the attention, but he's also pretty confident this wouldn't go over super well with his mom and would attract WAY more attention than he initially intended to get. Plus, he likes being able to have Just A Regular Highschool Social Life thank you very much

he does need to be careful around other Stand Users. Luckily most of them are onboard with it since Josuke isn't taking advantage of these people or asking them anything in return, and the ones that aren't are usually able to be intimidated into silence if need be. And if they don't...... yeah they're not going to get a lot of people to believe him, Josuke's had YEARS of helping the Morioh people, and they're going to stick by him

also, I had a sort of idea? Like, to keep identities hidden and lives separate, Josuke uses Crazy Diamond to make not quite costumes, but semi elaborate outfits using some items and rearranging everything in a way that it looks physically impossible to create with normal means. All it took was some old clothes, metal plates, plastics and some other miscellaneous things and bam he had a full outfit reminiscent of that of his Stand that was both impossible to remove without Crazy D's power and completely hid his identity

(also, I forgot to mention this, but I'm working off the idea that Josuke and the other Stand Users involved are all being seen as "vessels" for their respective assigned god. Did they plan ahead for when they eventually died and their Stands disappeared? no, not at all, they genuinely didn't realize how far things had gotten)

I love the idea of Jotaro becoming The Opal. He would definitely become a protective, somewhat guiding figure. The Opal is known for his strength, his speed, his cunning. He is the unstoppable force whose protective reach knows no bounds, who will reign down untold fury like a tsunami if any of his fellow Gemstones are harmed. He is someone who is to be respected and not messed with, but there is no doubt he will always do what is in the best interest for others (the second Jotaro saw how devoted Josuke's following was he all but demanded to be present for at least a few of the "meetings" just to make sure Josuke wasn't in too deep and that he wasn't going to get hurt)

Joseph on the other hand is more of a distant protector, sort of a patron for the elderly. The Iolite is someone who is wise, albeit often vague and a bit confusing at times. They are experienced and have seen so much the world has to offer, and now they spend the rest of their days being allowed the weakness that comes with age

BIG YES WITH REIMI. The Rose Quartz is someone who watches over the deceased but also ensures their unfinished business is dealt with. She watches over than and serves as the bridge between the land of the living and the land of the dead, and is known as one who can pass on the messages and prayers of those alive to their loved ones. She's essentially a Goddess of Death, but a kind one who cares for all the souls who pass on

If Aya doesn't die, she's definitely one of the Stand Users who's more of a "minor" god. She'll pop in on occasion for an appearance or two every few months if available, but mostly sticks to her beautician work.

while I do think Kira might get turned into a sort of boogie man later down the line, I also think that Josuke would do whatever he could to keep them uninvolved. After all, they're just Normal People. They're not equipped to deal with a hidden serial killer, plus he doesn't want to risk revealing his identity if Kira connects the dots. The Ruby could be a good option, maybe becoming something of a "fallen god." The Ruby could be known for selfishness, cruelty and a general lack of care for others. Maybe something to do with "The Ruby had the power and ability to do good, but chose to harm others instead with the gifts he was given"

and ooooooooooo I really like the possible thing with Okuyasu. Maybe in the beginning when they first introduced The Sapphire it was all good but started being misunderstood, so all the main people involved had a big brainstorming session to try and figure things out. Eventually they landed on villainizing Kira (bastard deserved it honestly), and slightly shifting the word usage of how they described The Sapphire. Instead of just leaving it at "The Sapphire is the opposite of The Great Diamond" they made it more "The Great Diamond heals bad things and The Sapphire gets rid of the bad completely." This way it keeps them being opposites, but puts them in the much more positive light of Different Methods, Similar Outcome

as for the last bit, I'm going to be competently honest, I misread it and my first thought was "Josuke going on a crusade to Italy and accidentally fucking with the plot"

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cdragons · 4 months

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"Strawberry Cream Frosting" - Next Gen Eternals AU

Summary: Ikaris and Sephia's son fell in love with Thena and Gilgamesh's daughter. Chaos ensues.

Warning(s): Fluff, accidental love-bombing, Thena and Gil being the best adoptive parents EVER, Mara can't process emotions for shit

Author's Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ONE AND ALL! I hope everyone had a wonderful day reading a bunch of fics and looking at fan edits!

When Mara opened the front door, she had her baseball bat ready and was prepared to give whatever fucking dumb solicitor was on the doorstep, ringing the doorbell for the tenth time on a Saturday morning.

She wasn’t expecting…whatever the hell this was.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

It was a giant box that looked about four cubic feet big and was wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper, pink ribbons, and glitter. On the top was a little sign stating, ‘Bee my Valentine?’ with a little crochet bee keychain attached.

Mara just stood under Gil- her parents’ doorway for thirty seconds. She didn’t say anything. She just blinked at the giant package- until she blurted out the first coherent enough thought in her mind.

“What the fuck?”

A head popped from behind the…thing, and suddenly, it all made sense.

Laurie. And from how insane his hair looked, he decided it was a good idea to fly from Scotland to Ka’ena Point, Oahu.

“Happy First Valentine’s Day!” he exclaimed before shaking the box for emphasis. As if she couldn’t notice how fucking gargantuan it was from just staring at it.

“…Laurie, what the hell am I looking at?” Mara asked. She pointed at it. “Is Arthur in there with a confetti cannon?”

Laurie furrowed his brow in confusion. “What? Oh! No, I know it’s a little big. But it’s your first Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to do something nice be–”

“What the hell is ‘Valentine’s Day’?” Mara interrupted. “Is it like a food day or something?”

“You don’t know what Valentine’s Day is?” he gaped.

She shook her head. “No…what’s the big deal? Is it like that Christmas thing I went to with the small boxes under the tree?”

The mega-watt smile Laurie flashed to her made Mara slightly worried. Despite how predictable he was, Mara could never get a good read on the guy. He wasn’t dangerous- that much was obvious. But whenever he and Mara were in the same room, he would act like he was glued to her hip. It didn’t help that Uri and Arthur immediately clicked on their first meeting.

And it really didn’t help when she shoved a shotgun in his face before his dad with the pew-pew eyes slammed her against the ground by her neck.

“Don’t make that face,” she ordered. “I don’t like that face.”

But Laurie wasn’t listening. He was jumping on the balls of his feet in excitement. “I have to teach you about it! It’ll be lots of fun, I promise! We can do a bunch of stuff! Wait, just let me–”

Mara moved to the side to let him in. “Oh, yeah. Just–”

He set the heavily decorated box on the ground before asking if he could use the bathroom. She pointed it down the hall. When he was out of sight, Mara tried to lift the box to see how heavy it was, and- holy shit, it must have been over thirty pounds.

How the fuck did that tall-ass twig carry this?

She felt a different heat presence behind her- whipping her head, she calmed down when she realized it was only Gil.

“My dad, everyone,” Mara thought wryly while wearing. “The powerhouse of strength in the Eternals, wearing a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron.”

“Why was Laurie at the door? And what’s in that box?” he asked while holding his famous quiche in a hot cast-iron pan without gloves.

Mara just shrugged. “Hell, if I know. He said it was for Valentine’s Day or something like that.”

“Ohhhh,” Gil smiled. “For Valentine’s Day? And that big box is all for you? That’s Sephie’s kid for you all right.”

“What’s Sephie’s kid?” came a new voice.

Turning her head, Mara watched Thena walk down the stairs carrying Uri on her hip. It still baffled her to witness how the ancient goddess never had a bad case of bedhead the entire time she and her brother lived with her and Gil.

Gil answered. “Laurie came to visit, giving a certain someone a gift for Valentine’s Day.”

Mara’s dad wiggled his eyebrows at his daughter before setting the quiche down on the table while she rolled her eyes at what he was implying.

Uri looked at his sister and then Thena before tugging on his mom's sleeve.

“What’s Valentine’s Day?” he signed.

Smiling at her sunshine son, Thena explained. “It’s a day humans made to celebrate love. You spend it with friends and the people you love. When you love someone very much, you ask them to be your ‘Valentine.’”

She bopped his nose with a finger and softly laughed from hearing his contagious giggles. Mara smiled, too. Uri’s happiness was infectious. His smile alone was her reason for fighting and running as long as she had. She’d do anything to ensure he was safe, which made her happy to know it paid off.

He signed another question. “If my Valentine has to be someone I love lots, does that mean you, Mara, and Daddy will be my Valentine? Or can I only pick one?”

Mara replied as she reached out to hold him. “You can have as many valentines as you want, Uri. No need to ration out the love.”

She pressed a kiss on his chubby cheek. Peace washed over her when he pressed a loud kiss on hers before wrapping his arms around her neck to hug his sister. Uri was the sunniest sunshine summer child to be born. He radiated comfort with his entire being. There was more love and warmth in his toothy grin than…anything. He was her whole world, and she was his. That was enough.

Laurie walked back into view. “Hey, Uri! How’ve you been?”

Uri smiled wide before wildly clapping. He loved Laurie and his family. He mostly loves Ari, Laurie’s baby brother, who became Uri’s best friend after two minutes of meeting him.

She still remembers how Thena decked their dad after he asked if Uri gave his son any drugs after seeing them spin in circles in the dirt. Mara laughed so hard that tears came pouring out of her eyes.

Laurie put his hand to cover his mouth and loudly whispered in Uri’s ear. “Do you think I can take your sister out today? I want to teach her about Valentine’s Day.”

This distressed Uri as he scrunched his face while clinging tighter to Mara. He adapted wonderfully when Thena and Gil took them in, but he hated being separated from his sister for any period. The first day of her new school was a complete shit show because he cried while she was gone.

“But, I promise that I will bring her back shortly. We’ll even bring you souvenirs!”

Uri looked at her in confusion.

“Presents,” she clarified. “I’ll still be your Valentine, and we can go out and look for some pretty shells tomorrow, okay? You can show them to all your fishy friends.”

Although he liked the idea of presents and spending all of tomorrow with his favorite person in the whole world, Uri still didn’t want Mara to go- at least not without him.

“Why don’t we eat breakfast first? Laurie, can you help Uri get ready? I need to make sure Gil doesn’t dose his coffee with any booze.” She handed her brother to her…friend before going to the kitchen.

Gil had a big fucking smirk on his face when she walked in.

Mara snarled as she grabbed the apron he and Thena made for her as a new home present. “Not a fucking word. I don’t want to hear it. By the way, do we have any cinnamon rolls left in the freezer?”

He only smiled wider. “I wasn’t going to say anything. And we do. Why do you ask?”

Taking the leftover rolls, she preheated the oven. She then grabbed some oranges from the basket on the floor. Slicing them in half before setting the sieve over the plastic pitcher, and taking one half of an orange over the sieve. Taking a deep breath, Mara centered herself.

“Karla,” the name echoed in her mind as the soul covered her hand, and Mara squeezed the orange until the pulp was dry.

She took the rinds and absorbed the remaining qi inside it as a tribute of thanks for her friend’s help. Karla was the youngest and wasn’t called on as much as her other sisters, so Mara wanted to include her in something. The warmth on her skin when she returned to her ink-painted nest was a sign she appreciated the gesture.

Thena walked in and stood behind you. “You should go with Laurie.”

“Why?” she groaned out. “I don’t feel like it.”

The oven dinged once adequately preheated, and Mara plopped the rolls on the rack. She grabbed a metal mixing bowl and all the ingredients to make the cream cheese frosting- including some crushed-up freeze-dried strawberry slices. After measuring them and placing them in the bowl, she started to stir.

“You need more friends,” the two ancient beings spoke in unison.

Thena pressed a kiss on her daughter's head. “You don’t talk to anyone at school. And you can’t spend all your free time surfing, at the shop, playing with Uri, and studying.”

Gil pulled in for a giant bear hug. “Hey, no pressure. But you have to admit, it’ll be a nice change to have someone spoil you for once. And with a tall, pretty boy, too.”

Mara glared at her adoptive dad as he moved past her to get to the bathroom. She tried to fight down the red blush blooming on her cheeks. But she only continued to stir the bowl until it became thick and made the color she wanted.

“I get spoiled enough by the two of you as is,” she grumbled. “And also–”

Laurie and Uri, coming into the kitchen, cut Mara off. “We’re here! And I made sure Uri brushed his teeth and flossed. And – woah, Mara! Why is your face so red? Are you sick?”

He put down Uri and raced to her side. He put his hand on her forehead to take her temperature and used his other one to touch his for comparison. He was so close that she could smell the wind on his skin and the mint toothpaste on his breath. Mara stared at his face- how were his eyelashes so long? And why were his eyes so blue? She felt her face heat up even more and cleared her throat before turning her head.

“It’s nothing,” she croaked. “Can you…can you help Thena set the table? The plates and cups are in the overhead cabinets, and the utensils are in the drawers.”

Laurie moved to grab everything to help set up the table on the outside deck. Mara watched as Thena cupped his face with a warm smile and told him how tall and strong he was becoming. Gil returned and ruffled his air before asking if he was still set on becoming a doctor with how much his muscles had grown. Uri tugged on his sleeve to ask if Ari had missed him as much as he missed him.

This was the part of Laurie that Mara could never figure out how he fit in perfectly and seamlessly without issue or error in any situation. She could analyze and pinpoint a person’s position and physical weaknesses with her abilities without blinking. Every living thing had a heat signature that she could exploit.

But with Laurie…she didn’t want to do that to him. It was like his weaknesses only made him more appealing to others. Ever since the girl first met him, he would follow her around like a puppy desperate for attention from its owner. It bugged her for months. And if she were being honest, it still did after a year of knowing him.

Mara couldn’t really explain it. But it was like...his warmth was inherent- it came from a softer place where only goodness existed. It was less of a raging inferno like her own and more like a gentle campfire. If Mara was a snake, then Laurie was a bunny. A bunny nearly six-foot-tall with clear blue eyes and light freckles–

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The oven’s timer went off- breaking her out of the analogy and into reality. She took the rolls out using an oven glove and placed them on a cooling stone.

“Are those cinnamon rolls?”

Mara looked over her shoulder, and Laurie was crouching right behind her. His chin was practically on her shoulder.

She nodded. “You like them, right? You said your mom made them for you for breakfast on your…um…what’d you call it?”

He was giddy with glee. “My birthday! I told you that at Christmas! We were all at Brympton d'Evercy to celebrate Sersi’s and Dane’s engagement! I can’t believe you remembered that!”

Mara supposed the way he smiled was…sort of cute… nowhere near as blindly adorable as Uri’s, but attractive enough.

“Yeah…well, you did fly to give me that…thing. And you're even teaching me about this Valentine’s Day stuff. So, I thought…this could be my present to you.”

If Mara was facing Laurie, she would have seen the softest look of love and adoration grace an adolescent boy’s face in the history of humanity. Laurie loved Mara Drake so much. His dad said he was too young for dating- let alone love, but he knew they were destined for forever.

He wanted to kiss her so badly. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be pinned down like how he was when they first met.

Mara scraped the little dried spot on the kitchen island. She so did not like feeling as stupid as she did right now. But…she had a gut feeling Laurie was worth it.

“Um…I crushed some dry strawberry things and added them to the frosting. It turned pink, and I thought that was okay since I saw pink on the box and thought–”

“Cinnamon rolls are my favorite, and I love strawberries,” he whispered. “And pink…pink’s my favorite color after blue. It reminds me of my mom.”

“And if you have time, we can…go find some good spots for sea-shell hunting. Uri can take forever, and it’ll save me some time. I know it’s kind of shitty- especially because you’re doing this whole thing.”

“I love you.”

Mara choked on her own spit and turned her head in shock. Her eyes were bulging out of your head.

What- what did he say?

“What?” her voice cracked.

Now, it was Laurie’s time to turn red. Did he really just say that? And with Gil and Thena literally less than twenty feet away? Was he trying to get the love of his life to hate him forever? Oh fuck, he needed to backtrack.

“IT! I meant to say, ‘I love IT!’ I’d love to help you find seashells! I could even bring some for Ari and Aggie! Actually – they made some Valentine's gifts for you and your brother, too! Ari made this really cool card for Uri. He summoned a bunch of turquoise and made this cool heart! So, um…thanks.”

His voice cracked as he stammered to save himself before awkwardly pausing to express gratitude.

An awkward silence echoed as the awkward future couple mutually decided that their feet were the room's most exciting part.

And the dads decided to make it even worse.

“MARA! IKARIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU TO MAKE SURE THAT LAURIE’S VIRGINITY BETTER BE INTACT WHEN HE COMES HOME!”

Mara was caught so off-guard that she dropped the spatula in her hand. The pink frosting splattered all over the floor and would be a bitch to clean up.

Fucking-

“TELL HIM TO EAT A DICK AND FUCK OFF!” she yelled back as Laurie buried his face in his hands.

He really hoped Aggie had more luck not humiliating herself with Hamish the way he had with Mara.

Somewhere in Scotland, a little Ari sat on the couch with his mommy as she stroked his daddy’s hair. His daddy was lying in his mommy’s lap.

“Mama? Why is Da crying?” he innocently asked.

You only smiled. “Karma.”

At the same time, in the Amazon, a young girl was planning her and her forever love’s future wedding when she suddenly stood up and looked in the distance. Her future husband asked whatever was bothering his little lady love.

The young girl only sighed while shaking her head. “The idiot fucked up.”

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echoequinox · 4 months

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Just flew on a plane for the first time in a few months and forgot how much I love them and I took notes about her the whole time, waxing poetic about how beautiful and graceful she is

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She's flexing her little wings before takeoff :) Making sure she's ready

Latios and Latias arent enough we need a sexy plane woman Pokemon, like those planes the furries wanna fuck

The little narrow struts on the undersides of her wings... little aerodynamic things with antennae like quills

We're passing a truck yard for like, construction equipment and they're the kobolds to my big plane dragon wife

Magical draconic runway in the shape of a big rune that eases in traveling dragons while also serving as a landing strip

The rumble as we take off, that ROAR of hers. She's so beautiful and powerful. The speed that pushes you back in your seat and pops your ears and shakes you around and then the DIP as you take off and that feeling of disorientation but she's fine. She loves it. And in SECONDS, the ground is like toys, like ants beneath us. It took less time than writing this for cars to be the size of bugs. The world is so small to her. She's so beautiful and strong and carries us aloft with such grace. I love you plane

Oh those little struts I mentioned move as we do!! They help guide her just a little bit! Probably help with banking and shit

Cartography wizards (cartogramancers? Lol) astride enormous dragons who keep note of all the changes in the landscape below. Listing every road, every footpath, every river, scribing it into an endlessly long magical atlas. Noting how the roads below form glyphs and runes, how they mirror the natural magic of rivers and tributaries, how homes and castles are built in the most defensible - or beautiful - positions and seeing vistas groundbound humans could never dream of seeing. The beauty of it all.

Fantasy alternate history ww1 where biplanes are replaced with steampunky dragons

Walter White looks up and sees two dragons fucking *lighthouse awed face meme*

This is getting away from airplanes and more toward dragons, I love the plane I think that a machine with the sole purpose of holding people tight and carrying them to far away places to see loved ones and new experiences is so beautiful, it's such a FASCINATING marvel of engineering prowess. This thing is BUILT on math and that's so cool. Every inch of her frame, every cubic centimeter of metal and plastic and cloth, are all accounted for in every flight equation. It's amazing. She's amazing.

I could *feel* her start to dip. That's another amazing thing - every single thing she does is NOTICEABLE. Every dip, every shudder, every increase or decrease in speed. My heart is pumping in time to her turbines, the electricity that runs through her veins is nearly palpable as we prepare for our descent

I'm polyamorous the way a plane is, compared to private jets and shit - they want to please everyone, they just want everyone to be happy and loved and safe, they want to deliver them with speed and safety and warmth and just. I love u miss plane

When my dog first came home with us, only a couple weeks old, he'd sit in the yard and look up at the sky as planes went by and made noise and he had a sense of total awe. I wonder how many dogs are looking up at me now while I look back down at the ground with equal splendor

Very funny to still see those pizza huts with the red rooves

The lights come on as we descend. She's been half asleep, coasting on air currents and pointing herself where she needed to go and now that we're dropping she's awake and aware. She's circling the landing strip like some kind of predator, watching and waiting for an opening so she can swoop down and attack the tarmac

Seeing the way cities are laid out, in perfect little beautiful grids, is so relaxing. Suburban sprawls packed with strange, enormous lives in little blocks of land, chunk by chunk, eventually touching residential, long strips of business and economy, commerce and trade and social lives, into the large, messy, chaotic industry beyond that. Infrastructure is beautiful. The leylines upon which planes were borne.

Water towers are so funny, why the hell did we refurbish an outdated means of water reservoirs, surely there could be a way to store more water more efficiently in treatment plants. Are they just for the Fun Cultural Aesthetic? Are they REALLY still that useful as a buffer?

Those little struts *are* at least partially used for banking but I think they're probably more like communications arrays combined with.. ballast isn't the right word. Counterweight? Idk. Beautiful regardless. Still love the little antennae

A little boat skims across a river, under a bridge where a highway passes over. I can tell it's moving fast, even from this high up. Tiny ecosystems exist beneath the hull, trillions of microbes, so far down beneath me now it's hard to make out any details other than the trail of white foam spray behind the boat.

Another water tower.

And another. Wild.

She rumbles as she drops, like she's grumpy, like she doesn't want to be on the ground. Silly girl, you can't fly forever. You need fuel and new passengers. She's flexing the little bits along her wings again, preparing for true descent now. The whistling is getting lower and lower pitched as we lose speed. I'm sure she isn't happy about it, but it's only going to be probably a half an hour or less before she's up in the air again. Calm down, girl.

And...

Touchdown.

One last roar as we slow. Beautiful. 💖

#objecto #personal #planes are my wives

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donniesexceptionalmind · 9 months

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Hiiii Dona:]🪐 💜Aka pretty boy

It's moonie again🌙🤍

I missed heeerrrrrreeeeee🍀 ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ 🫂

and also ....may I request a Comprehensive infodump about DNA encodings by any chance

(─ ~ ─||) ??

Of course, you don't have to 🤍💫

wishing you the very best please be happy <3💜🧚🫂

Oh, Moonie, again with your words of sheer admiration ~ pretty boy???? Ksksksksksks

🧬 DNA-Encoding 🧬

YESSSS

How is information stored in DNA?

DNA stores biological information in sequences of four bases of nucleic acid that are strung along ribbons of sugar-phosphate molecules in a shape of a double helix:

Adenine (A)

Thymine (T)

Cytosine (C)

Guanine (G)

Each base will only form hydrogen bonds across the helix with its opposing base (A with T, C with G), an unzipped DNA molecule creates two templates for exact copies.

The sequence of these four bases can provide all the instructions needed to build any living organism.

Think about the English language, which can represent a huge amount of information using just 26 letters.

Even more profound is the binary code used to write computer programs. This code contains only ones and zeros - hello computers!!

The DNA alphabet can encode very complex instructions using just four letters, though the messages end up being really long.

The human genome (all the DNA of an organism) consists of around three billion nucleotides divided up between 23 paired DNA molecules, or chromosomes.

The information stored in the order of bases is organized into genes: each gene contains information for making a functional product.

And NOW I could dive into HOW information becomes... for example me ;)

But this is already so long & I messed up posting soooo.

Here's very interesting study I've found while researching:

DNA encoding could be the solution to our words data storage problem.

About 10 trillion gigabytes of digital data already exist today & EVERY days there are another 2.5 million gigabytes of data added to that massive pile.

Much of this data is stored in enormous facilities known as exabyte data centers (an exabyte is 1 billion gigabytes), which can be the size of several football fields and cost around $1 billion to build and maintain.

Many scientists believe there might be an alternative solution of all of this costly maintaing of data, which is at the moment not really great for the environment either.

DNA evolved to store massive quantities of information at very high density.

A coffee mug full of DNA could theoretically store all of the world’s data. Just think about it!

You probably know that digital storage systems encode any kind of information as a series of 0s & 1s.

This same information can be encoded in DNA using the four nucleotides that make up the genetic code. For example, G & C could be used to represent 0 while A & T represent 1.

DNA has several other features that make it desirable as a storage medium:

It is extremely stable

Fairly easy (but expensive) to synthesize & sequence

It's high density — each nucleotide, equivalent to up to two bits, is about 1 cubic nanometer — an exabyte of data stored as DNA could fit in the palm of your hand!

Edit: have I posted this ON ACCIDENT without finishing? Yes. Yes I have.

#donnie speaks #donnie answers #donatello infodumps #donnies exceptional mind #rottmnt #turtle net #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #dna #dna encoding

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steponmeinejghafa · 7 months

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First Bench Pt. 2

Summary: When your brother gets violently ill, you and your family take care of him in shifts. This, however, stresses you out, and your grades slip. This leads the teacher to assign you a student who can tutor you…

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“The answer is thirty three point five six cubic centimetres of volume,” you had raised your hand and delivered the answer to a challenging mathematics sum before Zoya for the fifth time that hour.

Obviously.

Zoya practically growled in frustration and resisted the urge to ball up her sheet of work and throw it at you. Again? You couldn’t possibly be that smart! It had only been two weeks of your admission in this school and you had missed the entire week which they spent learning that chapter!

“Well done, Miss Brekker,” smiled the teacher.

“Yeah, nice one, Y/n,” came the voice of Malyen Oretsev, the boy you had punched in the face when he’d tried making a move on Nina. A hum of agreement went through the room, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly to yourself.

Saints, you had a cute smile.

Zoya caught her thoughts a second too late as she replaced it with a disgusted expression, moving on to the next sum.

“Catch up, Nazyalensky,” you giggled softly, poking her with your pencil gently.

“Watch me, Brekker,” she replied, her own pencil moving fast across the paper.

However, just as she opened her mouth to give the next answer, you had already announced it.

“Eighteen ball bearings will be required and the volume displaced is fifteen point seven cubic centimetres,” a smug smile took over your features as you spun the pencil deftly in your hand, looking at her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it next time, Nazyalensky.”

From behind you, the voice of Nikolai Lantsov piped in, “I need a movie or a novel of these two!”

You crumpled up a paper into a ball and threw it at him, laughing good-naturedly. Quiet and mildly threatening as you were, everyone had to admit, you were very friendly. Well, with everyone but her.

Hearing you laugh, Zoya caught another thought a second too late again.

Saints, your laugh was adorable.

Why was she thinking this way?! You were her enemy! You were competition! She can’t call competition cute and adorable!

“Next sum, everyone,” said the teacher. “Exercise seven question three.”

Just as you began solving, the school secretary appeared at the door.

“Is Y/n Brekker in this class?” She asked softly. You frowned and raised your hand, confused.

“Please come with me, dear,” she said.

You apologised to the teacher before running out of the door. Zoya stared after you, slightly happy that she was back to being the only first bencher, however temporary.

You reached the nurse’s office where the secretary had sent you, to see your brother vomiting in a bucket, his body quivering weakly. You ran up to him and put an arm carefully across his shoulders in concern.

“Hey, Kazzle, what’s wrong?” You whispered, “When did it happen?”

“In Physics class,” he groaned. “I think I caught that blockhead Matthias’ stomach bug.” He leaned forward and vomited again, making your stomach lurch in disgust.

“We’ve called your guardians from the contact in your admission forms, and they’re coming to get him home. I’m afraid he can’t come to school for the next two weeks,” replied the nurse.

“What?!” You exclaimed, rubbing your brother’s back gently. “It’s exam season in two weeks! How will he study!?”

“I’m sick and you’re thinking about exam season?” Your brother groaned, kicking you weakly in the shin.

The door then burst open to reveal Nina, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, and Inej, all with concerned expressions on their faces.

“Do you think we can get dismissed early, too?” You asked, raising a brow in question.

The secretary shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not.”

You grumbled in frustration and pressed a kiss to Kaz’s hair. “I know you hate affection, but I’m worried, so bear with me.”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile and said hoarsely, “I’ll see you guys at home.”

—Time Skip—

Zoya noticed how you’d been anxious the whole day. Seeing you distracted in class was a very concerning thing for everyone, and several people asked if you were alright. Obviously wanting to keep a certain level of privacy, you shook your head and said all was fine.

“Take care of yourself, Brekker,” Zoya curtly said as she approached you at the end of the day. “Although, it’s nice to one-up you in class.”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Nazyalensky. Just wait till exam season comes around. Let’s see you try one-upping me then.”

You turned on your heel and stormed away, ending the conversation with the real threat hanging in the air.

At home, Kaz lay on his bed, a bucket beside him and a quilted blanket atop him. You felt his forehead and shrank back at how warm it was. The landlady, Mrs Romanov, entered with a bowl of soup.

“Please, I can’t,” groaned your brother, grimacing at the thought of eating.

“Kaz, you have to,” Nina tried persuading him, but he was adamant that he would not eat the soup.

Mr Romanov entered behind his wife and announced, “Listen up now, children. While you are at school, my wife and I have work at the shop. I’m afraid one of you must be looking after him at all times. So if Five out of six of you has a shift with us, the last one won’t be out gallivanting, you will be at home with Kaz, understood?”

“Yes, Mr Romanov,” you all nodded in unison.

This was going to be a long few weeks.

—Time Skip—

The others had returned far too late the previous night and you had to stay awake till almost four a.m while they enjoyed delivering medicines and other supplies to people in need.

“Fuck you for mothering me,” Kaz had mumbled so many times that you finally slapped him on the face gently in irritation.

“Fuck you for falling sick, you idiot!” You had scoffed, dabbing the cold water soaked towel on his feverish head again.

You nearly dozed off for the fifth time in class, making the teacher gently rap your table with her ruler, before she sternly said, “Please see me after class, Y/n.”

“Don’t fall too far behind, Brekker,” sneered Zoya. But you were too tired to snap back at her.

“You too, Zoya,” added the teacher with a raised brow.

After class, you and Zoya stood in front of the teacher, who was looking through your latest assignments.

“Y/n, for the last week and a half, I have seen a sudden drop in your grades. I am quite concerned as you are one of my top students. This sudden slip is common amongst all your subjects, which is rather alarming,” she displayed your last three math revision tests, one English essay assignment, and a badly failed geography test.

Your ears and cheeks burned red with shame, as Zoya suppressed a snigger.

“What do you suggest, Miss Reznik?” Zoya asked with a cutting edge to her tone.

The teacher sighed and put your papers away before saying, “I suggest that you, Zoya, tutor Y/n for the rest of the semester. After all, we cannot risk this situation again.”

Your eyes went wide as you exclaimed, “The rest of the semester?! My grades slipped for a week!”

“And I see there’s a certain amount of��hostility between the pair of you, so I suggest you both take this as a learning exercise to maybe foster that hostility into friendliness,” replied the teacher. “When Y/n’s grades come up, you both may decide who tutors the other on which days. Preferably alternate days alternate person.”

“Ma’am, are you sure there’s no one else for this task?!” You asked, jaw slack with shock.

“Aw, I guess you have to admit I’m smarter than you, Brekker,” Zoya cooed at you snidely.

“Shut up, Nazyalensky,” you scowled, kicking her in the shin.

“Dismissed,” sighed the teacher.

You stormed out of the classroom while Zoya continued to taunt you, saying things like “Catch up, Brekker,” or “Looks like it’s obvious who’s smarter.”

Finally having had enough, you caught her by the collar and slammed her against the lockers nearby. The sound of her body colliding with the metal echoed through the deserted corridor, and her shocked expression made your anger cease a little. But not entirely.

“You better keep your gloating to yourself, Nazyalensky,” you seethed, your nod winches from hers. “Or Saints help me, I will make you sorry.”

Saints, some part of her wanted to kiss you desperately.

“Tomorrow evening six p.m, the local library,” she smirked, her hand moving up to grab your chin. “Don’t you dare be late.”

An extremely foreign feeling crept over your skin at her touch, at her gaze, making your cheeks tint pink. She took your distraction to her advantage and spun you around so that she wasn’t against the lockers anymore; you were.

She pinned your hands above your head by your wrists as she leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Never do that again, Brekker. Two can play that game.”

Another violent blush coated your cheeks as you glared at her, making her smirk more as she moved back and walked down the hallway to the exit.

“Fuck you, Nazyalensky!” You shouted out to her.

“In your dreams, Brekker!” She laughed evilly and shut the doors behind her with a bang.

You walked back home with your head in a whirl and disbelief in your body at how she made you blush.

Your mind went back to how her gaze locked on yours so strongly, you couldn’t look away. How gorgeous she looked as she pinned you to the lockers.

How much you liked it when she did that…

“Saints alive,” you breathed as you rang the doorbell of your house. “What the hell is happening?”

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