#then suddenly everyone wants to take my hand and explain things to me - gawd

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Tumblr really needs to let me abandon 100% sincerity from time to time.

I know I tend to be tragically sincere, a little too literal and very direct like they are core personality traits...

But let my verbose ass make a fucking shitpost from time to time

Let me be flippant

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[bedtimebrain]

EXO Baekhyun: Cry for Love Part 2

Just here to give a warning on the ending before you get started!! (ref to a/n in part 1!)

Part 1

Let��s go!!!

Characters: Baek x you

Baekhyun finds himself falling for you, but feels he cannot be so selfish to put the burdens of dating an idol upon you. In an attempt to control his feelings, he tries to stay away from you

That night they got to go home early. Reaching home close to 11, Baekhyun decided there was time for some computer games before sleeping.

After taking a shower, he quickly turned on his desktop, setting all his gaming gears ready. Realising his phone wasn’t with him, he went out to the living room to search for it.

‘Ah, found you!’

As he was about to head to his room after picking his phone up from the sofa, he caught sight of your gift that was sitting on the coffee table. 

He can’t help but feel really conflicted, taking a long look at it.

After a good while, he forcefully shook off those feelings and went back in to get started on his game instead.

‘ARGH! what a bad form today’ he took off his headphones and threw it on the table. Ruffling through his hair, he was so frustrated at himself. No matter how he tried, he just couldn’t keep you out of his mind.

Not having the mood to play anymore, he switched off his computer and crashed into bed.

--

In an attempt to push you out of his mind, he busied himself with work every single day for the next few weeks. Every free time he had, he decided to fill it up with more practice, more work instead.

But he had worked so hard (just to forget you) that his immune system gave up on him. He was eventually excused from work so he doesn’t spread the virus to the members.

And the worst thing of it all? It gave him ample time to think about you.

He thought about the way you smile, the way you listened to him when he shared about anything, the way you looked, so attractively, when you made your coffees. Did you think about him? Did another oppa come by?

Sighing, he got up from bed and decided finally to open the gift you gave him from a month back.

The following day, he woke up feeling much better.  But for the whole morning, he felt this annoying nudging inside of him to go see you. No matter what he did, that feeling just wouldn’t budge.

Did y/n put a spell in the tea she gave me or something. 

He was almost going mad from thinking about you. 

Giving up , he told himself 

Just once, I’m going to drive by and look at how she’s doing. That’s all. Then when I see her being all the same, I’ll finally forget all about this, and convince myself I’m just another customer in her daily life.

The journey to your cafe seemed faster than usual today. His heart was beating so rapidly but he kept telling himself over and over 

just once, doesn’t mean anything

and my heart’s just beating fast because im not completely recovered. Yep, sick people get exhausted easily. 

When he had reached , he park his car where he could get a good view of you. 

He was tempted to get out of his car but his mind was in chaos.

they say coffee helps with headache. Maybe I should get one in case I get a headache at home later right?

Then again, his logical self told him

Ya, Byun Baekhyun stop making up lame reasons. Just stay here.

As he was being wishy washy with himself in the car, a customer had arrived at the cafe. Dashing his hopes of having a private time with you.

Perhaps it was fate that he should admire you from his car today instead.

After getting a satisfactory treatment for his love sick heart, he drove away feeling like a small boy being fed with ice cream.

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After that visit, it only got harder and harder to stay away. He returned again and again.

But he wasn’t the only one. 

There too was another man who kept returning to your cafe, and today was the fifth time he had seen the man, which really annoyed him.

But what position was he to do anything?

I’m telling myself that I cannot have her as my girlfriend but on the other hand im getting irritated she might become someone else’s girlfriend?

He thought of a crude but relatable phrase he heard from somewhere:

I’m really just wanting to ‘hog the toilet bowl without pooping’

His train of thoughts came to an end as he arrived at the company. After getting his car parked , he went to the meeting room where they were supposed to gather.

When all the members had arrived, the staff who was in charge of the album preparation started running through the day’s agenda.

‘Okay guys, we will be doing an additional MV for one of the side tracks. It would be an autumn special MV.

Since it’s an autumn concept, we will be mainly be doing outdoor shoots. There’s only 1 indoor shoot which will be at a cafe. Anyone has any questions ? If not we will start briefing on the storyboard’

Baekhyun wasn’t able to focus on the meeting. What was he supposed to you when he’s so drawn to you but yet wasn’t sacrificial enough either to be okay with seeing you happy with another guy. In fact, it made him scared to lose you when he never had you in the first place.

Baekhyun ah, let her go. It’s good for you and her. Stop visiting her, it only breaks your heart and at the same time make you desire her more. It’s impossible between the both of you..

By the time he was a little more settled with himself, the meeting had already ended.

‘Okay, that’s all we have today. It’s Thursday today... Alright, We will start shooting on Monday since this is quite a spontaneous idea, we might be a bit back on time. We will start with the cafe shoot on Monday at 10am, only Baekhyun and kyungsoo is involved for this as the cafe is too small. We will update the rest on the schedule later.’ --

4 days passed and now he is standing in front of the cafe for his shoot. Reading the signboard ‘Wendy Cafe’.

For the dramatic effect, he even blinked his eyes again to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. What in the world was this sorcery called fate... It felt abit weird for him to be here for work when he was normally here for his romantic pursuit. It got him into a little of a panic and shock when they alighted from the van.  He wasn’t expecting to see you, since they normally made sure the set was cleared completely for set up before the members even arrive. Though his heart felt it would really be nice to see you, he also heaved a sigh of relief that he doesn’t have to think about what to say to you since you wouldn’t be here.

Entering the cafe, kyungsoo and baekhyun greeted everyone politely and got ready for the set with the help of their make up artists. 

‘Annyeonghasayo Baekhyun ssi, Kyungsoo ssi. I am the director for the MV, Lee Taemin’

Quickly getting up, they bowed politely and returned the greetings.

‘Could I just explain the set to the both you right now?

So basically in today’s set one of you would be a barista, and one would just be a customer….’

The director trailed on with the briefing,

But there was something bugging Baekhyun. Baekhyun could swear there was something really familiar about this man; like he had seen him somewhere before. But he just couldn’t recall exactly right now.

‘Ok, We will have kyungsoo ssi as the barista and Baekhyun ssi the latter. A real barista will be coming in later to help you out kyungsoo ssi, don’t worry’

Finishing his brief, the director turned to leave. Then it finally clicked in Baekhyun’s mind.

Oh gawd, he’s the guy that keeps visiting y/n

Thinking it through, it now absolutely make sense.

When he arrived, he was thinking how were they even able to find this cafe for use?

He thought to himself, surely you and Director Taemin must be really close if you were willing to let your shop to him for use. 

ah, but im sure y/n would let me use it too if i had asked.

He can’t help but feel a little salty instinctively. 

Suddenly across the room, the director exclaimed

‘Y/N you’re here!’

At the sound of Director Taemin calling your name, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately turned his head around to find you walking through the door. And was absolutely taken away

You were not in your pony tail or your white button down shirt with a black apron. You were not in the plain make up you normally put on either.

You came through the door wearing a mid length denim skirt and a white v neck with a green khaki coat that ended at the bottom of your skirt. Your long hair sat nicely at the front of your coat.

Though he had seen a fair share of cute, pretty and sexy girls in the entertainment industry, you somehow still took his breath away. 

As you moved across the room with Taemin, his eyes unconsciously followed where you went. Till when Kyungsoo shook him, was he finally able to tear his eyes away from you.

‘Baekhyun ah, I was talking to you , were you listening?’

‘Ye Ye, what did you say?’

They went on discussing about some of the other schedules they were to be having, until a familiar voice caused him to freeze.

‘Hello, I’m y/n, I’m the owner of this shop. I heard Kyungsoo ssi would be the barista actor? I’ll be the one teaching you later’

Kyungsoo looked up and greeted you politely while Baekhyun was still in a daze.

Seeing how he didn’t respond, you greeted him with a bright smile

‘Hello Baekhyun ssi’

Without waiting for Baekhyun to respond, you asked Kyungsoo to follow you to behind the kitchen now as there wasn’t much time to learn.

Watching you and kyungsoo walked away together, he mentally hit himself in the head. 

oh shucks she must think im a real jerk now. Making friends with her, then not coming here for months and the next time we meet i didn’t even greet her. 

Argh kyungsoo, give me my time with Y/N.

Though he was feeling a little lousy about the situation, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He sat at corner table inside the shop while waiting for his scene set up to be completed.

Looking at you and kyungsoo, he had a monologue with himself 

though i really like her, i should probably let her go. the smile on her face, though i am confident i will be able to give it to her, but what if i bring more sadness than happiness?

The both of you having fun made him so jealous. He started imagining you with another guy, you with Taemin? He hated that feeling so much, but he had to accept this. He told himself, he must.

About 2 hours later , he was done with his shoot and all could break for lunch. Over lunch time, you and kyungsoo stuck together as time was tight. Kyungsoo couldnt practice using the coffee machine earlier when baekhyun was filming. 

Not once did you look over at him or even seem to think about talking with him. It was as if you guys were strangers.

Ah, great, this is how it should be like. She’s better than me at this. While i’m over here suffering about how to forget about her, she seem to be getting along just fine. She’s completely acting like she doesn’t know me.

Not being able to stand being around you anymore, he annoyed his manager hyung to drive him back to the SM building first. Coming up with some crap excuses that were questionable. But his manager hyung still sent him back since there was still time to spare before kyungsoo was done.

On his ride back, he set his resolve to let you go but he told himself 

no matter what, we were once friends that could count on each other. i don’t want to end up hurting her, and making her lose more hope in friendships. 

I’ll go back tonight to find her.

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At about 5.30 pm, kyungsoo sent a text message in their group chat that the filming has ended. Receiving that intel, he got ready to head off to your café. The production crew would need at least another half an hour to pack up anyway. He had ample time to get there.

As perfect as he had planned, when he arrived, the café was already cleared of the production team, but the lights were still on. He knew you would still be cleaning up after everyone left.

Out of courtesy, he knocked on the glass door, causing you to jump in surprise instead. Smiling at him, you beckoned him in.

‘Why are you back here?’ You asked while sweeping the floor.

‘It’s been a long time, isn’t it nice to see each other again?’ He asked casually, but he could feel his palms sweating already

You looked up at him and smiled without replying as you continued cleaning up.

‘So how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t been here for really long, EXO’s comeback is coming soon we are really busy ….’

Before he could even complete his sentence, you cut him off

‘Yes I know. It’s all on twitter and I watch your group’s vlive too. I know you guys have a lot to prepare and are really busy. Don’t have to apologise’

Though he knew you truly meant what you say, it broke his heart a little. He wasn’t really sure what to say anymore. But he wanted to ask this since the start

‘Why did you rent your place to be an MV set? Did you know it was for EXO?’

‘It’s just a favour I’m returning to Taemin ssi. He only told me it was for EXO when he asked for my help last week. But anyway, it’s really nice to see you being serious at work. Now I know why you have so many fangirls~’

‘Are you my fangirl now then?’ Baekhyun asked and waited expectantly.

‘Why? Are you going to give me your autograph if I said yes?’ You put aside the cleaning cloth and washed your hands while replying him jokingly.

‘Anyway, I’m done, shall we go?’

You grabbed your bag as you asked. As you walked right passed him, he reached out to grab your arm without even thinking.

Hesitantly, he started

‘Hey actually, I came today because I have something to tell you’

Staring right into his eyes, you replied

‘I kinda knew it already. Why would you suddenly come back here after not being here for so long. And the fact that you’re here at this hour… You’re definitely not coming here as a customer right?’

Looking at him with a hard expression, Baekhyun was surprised to see something other than ‘manners’ or indifference on your face after all this while.

‘I’m really sorry. I don’t even know how or where to start. I really liked your company, the friendship we had meant a lot to me. But as we got more comfortable, I don’t even know when... but....to be honest..

I started falling for you. I didn’t know what to do, can you understand this?’

He loosened his grip, letting your arm slowly slip out of his hands.

‘Remember the day you gave me the gift? I went home feeling so conflicted. I want us to be together so bad, but I know I can’t even promise you a regular and peaceful life, much less a stable relationship now. The weight of dating an idol, how could I put that upon you? ‘

‘You’re right, I could never carry that weight’ you reply came through like a stab to his heart.

He broke his eyes away from you momentarily. But you continued,

‘All this while, I thought I had done something wrong when I gave you the gift. I wondered why you didn’t come back, I thought we were friends, that’s why I even mustered up courage to get a present for you. But you never came back after that. I thought could it be that Baekhyun ssi started finding me weird like all my bullies last time? Was I over doing it? I asked myself that every now and then, worried that my desire to want to be friends with you may turn you off instead.

Sometimes when you tell funny stories, inside I thought how cute this guy is. When you were serious, I thought even though you’re so cheeky on the outside, you’re a man inside having to carry so many burdens. I wanted to say more, do something for you all this time, but I was worried about so many things.

Eventually when you stopped coming back for a while, I felt heart broken. 

But I used the time to think it all through. What did I want with you? A friendship? Something more? And I decided it’s best to not desire anything at all. I could never handle it if one day I want something more that neither of us could give each other’ 

Though you tried so hard to control, tears rolled down your cheeks. It hurts him to know he was the reason for your tears. 

He reached out to wipe your tears away, and you let him. 

‘Baekhyun ssi, I… I’m sorry too’ 

Overwhelmed with emotions at all the confession and looking at your beautiful face that leaned against his hand, he couldn’t hold back anymore, He closed the gap between both of you and gave you a kiss on the lips. A kiss so light it barely lasted a few seconds.

Heart beating fast, he pulled away slightly, his face still so close to yours. ‘I’m sorry for being selfish right now. But I want you to know this is how I feel.’

Before he knew it, your lips pressed against him once again. Briefly, then pulling away, you pushed him away, putting some distance between the both of you.

‘Me too. But Baekhyun-ssi...

Sometimes love isn’t about possessing, but giving

So I’ve told myself it’s okay for me as long as I can see you and support you in my own way. Be it your albums, shows, or whatever it may be.

My café doors will always be open for you as long as you need a listening ear or even just coffee....

Don’t be sorry. I understand, I just want to be the safe space you can still go to, rather than your burden.. If we were together.’

He could tell you were trying hard to manage a smile just so he could feel better. He moved closer and pulled you into a hug. 

‘I know you said not to be sorry, but I’m sorry ... And thank you’, his voice akin to a whisper

After a long pause, you returned his hug, and at your touch, he was at the brink of tears. You were possibly his once in a lifetime, but here you both were, giving up on each other, for each other.  He tried so hard to hold back his tears, but they streamed down eventually 

He rarely ever cried, but for you… If he couldn’t have you, at least he should be allowed to cry for you. 

He tightened the hug and could only wish for the night to never end. 

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Was hella hard to write this, sorry for this really tragic ending.

But partly writing it this way because I guess as fangirls one of the best things we can give our favs is a safe space to be real with us. Love isn’t about possession. So let’s love them right ok☺️

On a side note, was shook at his fan sign convos. Especially the one he said though he said it’s ok if we leave him for a while because it’s difficult to wait, he didn’t actually mean it.

What a sweetheart!! All the more makes me feel like he might really respond this way if he is faced with this kind of situation (as in this fanfic)?!

Anw hope you guys enjoyed this !

Tag(s): @wooya1224

[limenysnocket]

In The Dirt... Pt. IV

Summary: Why did you leave... where did you go? I miss you. Fuck, I miss you... f u c k.

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol abuse, drug abuse (no real smut in this one sorryyy)

A/N: F U C K I T. I need to finish this series because I don't like having open stories on my pallet that need to be finished. GAWD. Short one for the gals.

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After many years of destroying the senses, you really stop noticing or awknowledging fear. It just dims out eventually, and no one likes that one Debby downer. So, you just stop. Just like that, with a snap of your fingers. It just... disappears.

You know, I thought I had lost that sense of fear forever. I thought it disappeared, like everyone else's. That all was until I woke up this morning to find the sheets cold except for the spots I had been laying.

Did my fear suddenly return from the dead to replace you? Where did you go?

Why the hell am I worrying?

You probably just went home.

But you're usually here when I wake up? You wait for me, don't you?

Maybe you were just outside of my bedroom door, hanging with the rest of the band.

That seemed more plausible to me.

I get myself together (somewhat fine). It's still not the same without having you politely knock on the door and ask for entry while I'm dressing.

Music is already seeping through the cracks of the walls, since the rest of the band probably had woken up by now (or just didn't sleep the night before). I can feel the bass beneath my feet, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, but the pleasure isn't enough to get you off of my mind.

I feel like I slowly melt into the living room as my door opens, slinking across the floor like some malformed blob until I'm at an angle where I can survey the entire room.

You're not here.

One of the heavy stoners of the group finally notices me after peering through the glossy haze of his high, just for a moment.

"Shit, man, what's got you all squirrelly this morning?" he muses, lifting a plain cigarette up to his mouth and taking a long drag.

I can feel every inch of my body tense up and I shove my hands into my pockets, lips pursed. I sigh and shake my head. "Nothing."

He goes back to whatever he was doing, rambling on to one of the (also stoned) groupies that joined us this morning, while I have another look around. My mates cast me odd looks, but I toss them aside. I must have really been looking awful if those looks started to worsen (which I know they did).

"I heard the hotel door slamming shut last night..." one of them mused, "anyone anger their chick or some shit?" The group that gathered along the kitchenette chuckled softly and shook their heads.

"What 'bout you, Waititi? You piss another one off?" Someone spoke up to me. They knew now. They knew I had done something.

Luckily, I had my back turned to the group in my desperate and frantic search, so they didn't see the pained look creep over my face. "I don't know," I say slowly, not bothering to turn around. They all seem to shrug my answer off. I can't, however.

What did I do last night to really get you gone? Was it something I said? Did I not please you enough? Did you finally decide that the rock 'n' roll life just wasn't your thing, decide not to tell me, and up and leave me dry with no hope left to survive?

I'm being dramatic.

I slip a pair of slippers on and shuffle down to the main floor after awkwardly standing next to a polite family on the elevator. It was obvious they could smell the cigarette smoke on me.

Fuck, it's way too early in the morning to be doing this.

I leap for the front desk before anyone else could take the undivided attention away from me. A young receptionist had just sat herself down with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Did you see a girl come through here last night?" I mumble to her. She looks up at me, nowhere near as excited as you are when I talk to you.

"Sir, I just clocked in. I'm afraid the person you need to be talking to is already on his way out to his car," she says, nose raised up in the air snootily. My looks and manner clearly didn't seem to charm her (or maybe it's the fact that I'm in a fucking stained Purple Rain shirt and sweatpants).

The fact that maybe my last hope may possibly be in the parking lot excites me, so I don't think I could care any less about the way people look at me. My perhaps wobbly legs float me out to the street and I'm searching frantically for any trace of you or this man I'm supposed to find.

There, where the sidewalk ends, there's a man, bellboy cap in hand, waving and shouting for a cab driver's attention.

I slow my speed down to a brisk walk to approach him and not alarm him, but the glimmer of a hovering, yellow taxi catches my eye as it slows down and pulls next to the curb. All of a sudden I'm running. I'm running for you. Fuck, when was the last time that I actually ran?

Sure, it was a bad move grabbing the dude's arm when I reached him. He moved to swat me, yelling in a high voice, "The fuck, dude! This cab is mine!" His hand was about to come down, when I made the first sensible decision in my life and let go of him.

"Wait!" I hollered before we made any more contact. "You worked the front desk last night, right? I'm looking for a girl."

He gives me the most startled look ever, gripping the door of the taxi for fear life. He then recognizes me. "Your Taika Waititi, right? You and your band infested the hotel a couple days ago?"

I nod slowly, gulping and hoping he had some sort of information.

He sighs, looking at the warm seat of the cab, then back at me. He mutters something under his breath. "I did see a girl," he lets out. "But I don't know if she's any person your looking for. There's a lot of women that come and go from y'alls rooms, I tell you." And he shakes his head.

"What did she look like?" I pry at him more, and he cab impatiently honks its horn. He draws another long sigh.

"She..." he trails off, "look, there was one girl that passed by. She was wearing a Hunt For The Wilderpeople shirt, and that's all I can tell you."

"But was she upset?" I shout, just trying to get down to the point.

I receive another glare.

"Look mister," he said, one foot in the cab, "she didn't pay me no mind and I certainly didn't care about her enough to ask her what was wrong. Now, if you'll excuse me." He huffed, and that was the last I saw of him as he disappeared into the cave of the cab.

My heart seemed to quiver as I watched the cab go. I was getting stares from girls and guys alike across the street. A crowd was soon building. I had been standing on the curb for minutes, watching and waiting. As if the cab would suddenly turn around, open its doors and I'd see you inside, but no. Not in the slightest.

I return to the hotel room, tail between my legs, and head down. I should call. I want to know if you're alright. What did I do, my little groupie? What did I...

No.

No, that's not right. I said groupie. But... I also said my... meaning...

I return back to my room and sit on the frigid bed. I think of you with no trace of a smile left on my face. I want you here. I want to see you. I want to fuck this feeling out of me through you. An outlet. Is that all I see you as? But, what do you see me as?

I pick up my phone and search for your number. It's mixed up and I never miss it. I have a little nickname for you too, but I never use I when you're around. My thumb hovers over the call button for a moment. I don't know why I hesitate. After a big, deep breath, I press it. The vibration of it makes my ears ring. My heart is racing. Why do I het so riled up trying to talk to you? It's just you...

And yet you're you!

...

I don't know how to explain it. You're my groupie... my... groupie...

Fuck.

There's no response. There's not even the faintest sound of your voice. All I get is a computer.

I call again and again and again.

The dial tone makes my head spin. I call your home phone, hell, I was even two inches away from calling your parents. But then a text message. A single text message.

'Leave me alone.'

My heart seems to stop. I did something wrong. But I can't figure out what.

Why?

Why are you all of a sudden ignoring me? Why won't you tell me that you're safe? Is it something that I did? What's wrong?

I interpret my thoughts onto my phone in a text message and send it out without a momen'ts hesitation.

'What did I do wrong?'

You read it.

But you never respond...

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17 calls and a single text message. You can't even deal with him. It's like he doesn't even remember how much being just his groupie shatters you.

You've asked for something more so many times. So many gut wrenching feelings as he tells you all over again, "I'm not looking for anything serious. You're just a groupie."

You've finally snapped. You're done. You can't keep getting your heart broken again. Not again.

[al-n-cartoons]

The Multiverse in a Blender, Chapter 2 Part 2

Danny and Dexter wound up sharing small talk near the far end of the food table, neither seeming too keen on socializing with a group of what were effectively strangers.

      Dexter twitched, cringing at the foul tunes coming from the center of the room. "Frankenstein's monster despise," he hissed slowly. "Whatever are they producing such distasteful sounds for?!"

      "Probably a little something called 'fun'." Danny quipped. "You know, that thing humans do?"

       The expression Dexter gave was so flat, it was a surprise when he didn't turn two dimensional, "I came here to discuss over inter-dimensional affairs and inspect the oddities that are the gathered specimen, not to have some insolent entertainment to swindle away what is to me an ever thinning resource: my time."

      "Seriously? Those are the only reasons you came? I did to figure out what's going on, get some better explanations, and maybe plan around our enemies somehow getting better at making our lives worse. You sure you didn't want anything else?"

       Dexter paused, eyes trailing away for a moment to land on the green eyed brunette, a slight dusting of pink overcoming his face for the second time that evening. Danny followed his gaze, stifling a snort when his understanding only worsened the other's blush. "Oh my gawd!" He managed to say through his laughter, "That's, um, that's not going to happen. Age difference and all?"

      Dexter upturned his nose, trying to force back the heat in his face, "I am sure that I don't know what you are referring to." He asserted.

      Rex bustled past the two, tailed by Bliss. "You guys playing music roulette over there? I'm in!"

      "Hey, I know this song." Bubbles chirped as another tune began to play. She swiped the microphone from Steven, causing him to give a squeak of surprise. "MINE!" It was a rock song, preceded by an acoustic guitar and a cry of "that's alright, that's okay!" by various of the other participants, acting as the chorus.

       "A wise man once said 'time is money'

      So how much money did I lose to you, honey?

      I find it kinda funny

      You wanna keep this feud running

      But I'm glad I'm your mind

      So keep that cannon fire coming, woah!"

      "Steven should be the one singing this. It would've been perfect!" Danny jokingly whined, joining the large cluster of people. Dexter followed belatedly after.

      "Or Zak." Ben added. "That would be ironic, considering the name of the original singer."

      "What about Zak?" Came another new voice, entering through the entryway and followed by two others. Danny face-palmed, exasperated, and hissed something into his hand about 'anonymity'.

      While Bubbles continued to howl into her microphone, Ben and Zak gave a quick hug in greeting. "So...are these your unofficial plus twos?" Ben asked, giving the uninvited guests a bemused smile. As he'd mentioned earlier, someone disregarding the one and only rule of their meet was fairly expected, but it was who had done so that came as a shock.

      "Sort of. They contacted my people, swearing to high heavens that something catastrophic had happened. They say their names are 'Mabel' and 'Dipper'."

      Ben eyed them, a little suspicious, "Zak, the only people who know are the people I used to tether-"

      "You didn't know Bliss or Bubbles. You barely met Steven. If those can be exceptions, why can't they?" Zak asserted. Ben paused, looking upwards and touching his pointer finger and thumb to his chin, considering.

      "Can't argue with that." Ben conceded. He turned around, gesturing to and naming each guest.

      "Oooh, is this a party?! Pepper boy, you never said anything about a PARTY!" Mable said excitedly, bounding up and down. Ben quirked a brow at the nickname, earning only a shrug from Zak, to who, the nickname belonged.

      "Yeah. We're all pretty young, and most of us don't know each other. I figured it would be better to get to know everyone before we had to do anything crazy." Ben explained, not for the first time since the night had begun. "They're not playing karaoke, but it's similar. My name's Ben, by the way."

      "Shouldn't figuring out what happened be our top priority? Whatever caused our worlds to collide do so again, and succeed in whatever it was trying to do!" Dipper suddenly exclaimed, looking worried. Zak and Ben shared another look, this one far more uncomfortable. Zak gave a small chuckle, distancing himself from the trio.

      "Yeah, I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole." Said the fleeting traitor.

      Mabel looked to Zak, then to Ben. She took the hint and followed in Zak's example. Ben turned back to Dipper, smiling a little anxiously, "Heh, the funny thing is..." and so he began to explain. The conversation detracted endlessly, Dipper finding innumerable bits which needed to be clarified. First was why Ben needed a partner, then of the Plumbers as a whole. The Omnitrix, a brief history lesson on Alien integration throughout Earth, Rook's species, and more were all subject to Dipper's vigorous inquiry before the actual cause of the worlds' clashing came to the discussion.

      At the end, Dipper gave a slow nod, "Alright, I think I understand now." Ben's sigh was short lived, as Dipper took out a pad of paper and a pencil, eyes eager, "But just in case, go over everything from the beginning."

      "SING!

      You barely wrote em anyway

      That's alright that's okay

      C'mon

      We're coming for you!

      Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Juanita,

      Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, AHHHHHHHH!"

      Connie held her stomach, both from Bubble"s attempts at voice acting and at the thought of Steven having been the singer instead of the blond, "Oh, yeah, baby, they really have you in mind!" She chortled. Steven gave a small huff.

      "I'm not that deranged." He paused a moment, reflecting on his own behavior dating the previous months. "Anymore."

      "Hey, Ben, do you want to sing?" Danny offered, trying to pry the brunette away from Dipper's integration.

      "Oh, sorry, Dipper. They're calling me!" Ben said, turning on his heel and swipe the mike from the mid-fall Bubbles had left it in. "Are you trying to break my stuff?" He remarked at her. Mabel dragged a dejected Dipper to the group.

      "SWITCHING VOCALS!" She cheered, quickly descending into a tireless chant. After about six iterations, Ben agreed.

      "Fine, fine, just don't drop the beat." He said. The song began to play, far more casual than the other two.

      "Oh, things couldn't be worse,

      When your job's saving the universe." His voice, although not that of an angel, was fairly decent and decidedly smooth. He made a circular motion to the rest of the bunch, indicating to them.

      "Oh, things couldn't be worse,

       When your job's saving the universe." The rest sang back. Rex motioned as if he were playing a guitar. Chuckling, Steven followed in miming the motion. The only person to not participate was Dexter, who couldn't sing. Dipper was also finding some difficulties, for he fumbled with the lyrics.

      "My name is Benji, of Ben 10,

      I've fought in battles, no care for when.

       Aliens, tyrants, even internal beasts!

       Oh, no!

      When yours is this job, life can be tough!

      They've ruined my doings, and all of my stuff. Danny?" He quickly passed the mike, his lips upturned in a teasing smile.

      Danny gave a displeased huff, but didn't refuse. "My name's Danny, alive and dead,

      I am a halfa, though it's poorly said,

      Thought it'd be cool, to take a small peak,

       Ended in lighting and grinding my teeth.

       If my folks ever found me, it'd be a surprise,

       Oh no..."

       "Oh no..." they chorused, but Danny didn't seem satisfied.

      "Oh, and my parents hate Phantom, my counterpart,

       They tracked and attacked me, right from the start,

      Woke up in binds, flat on a table,

       Now I guess...I'm far less stable,

[coffee-and-kpop]

Love Potions

‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

‣ Words: 1318

‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

- Admin PeachJin 🍑

[scraplette]

How about Rung/Skids for the meme - 5, 8, 19, and 22? (If someone else grabs that pairing before me, then maybe Nightbeat/Brainstorm?)

Youcan have both because I adore these pairings and you’re lovely!

OMG I had so much fun with these!

Rung/Skids

Howdid they flirt with one another before they began a relationship? Rungis actually REALLY good at flirting. Bots look at this little nebbishnon-combatant and think that he’s not all that experienced withromance. Even Skids was guilty of such thoughts. Rung soon changedhis mind. Rung knows exactly what to say and when to say it, he knowswhen to rest a kind hand against Skids’ arm and when to turn thatsimple touch into a gentle caress. Primus help you if, at some point,he decides to slip his glasses off. Skids loves it.

Skids,who’s equally skilled at flirting, delights in the fast paced backand fourth. Rung may not be physically imposing but his sharp mindmore than makes up for it. Skids can easily get lost in conversationwith the smaller bot, talking about anything and everything, whilstslowing inching to close the physical distance between them.

Sometimes,Skids will hit Rung with a cheesy line and a over-the-top grinbecause the startled laugh from Rung is too adorable.

Whatwould they consider the most romantic thing that happened betweenthem? Rungcomes home after a particularity rough day. Normally, he’s excellentat compartmentalising his own emotions, storing them away for lateranalysis when he has the energy for it. But today picked and proddedat all his sensitive spots, leaving him raw and sensitive.

Skidspicks up on it straight away. “Hey, Eyebrows. What’s-”

“Myname is Rung!”

Heregrets it the instant he snaps at Skids and he’s horrified by hisoutburst. He’s apologising to Skids, over and over, terrified thathe’s ruined one of the best things to ever happen to him, but Skidsgently shushes him, takes his hand, and leads them to their bed.

Theyclimb into bed, cuddling close, and Rung relaxes enough to talk abouthis day and all the emotions it dragged up. Eventually, after lots ofcuddling, Skids lowers Rung to the bed. He’s a little confused butall is made clear when Skids softly whispers his name before kissinghim. It goes on like that, Skids saying his name then kissing a partof his body. His helm, his jaw, his spark casing, his inner thigh.

Theydon’t interface, Rung is too exhausted for it, but it’s probably themost intimate act he’s ever experienced with another person. As forSkids, when Rung finally opened up and talked about his fears andinsecurities, it was the first time he realised how much Rung trustshim. Oh sure, they were dating, but Rung was always distant in a wayhe couldn’t quite explain.

Whatwould they do if the other person was hurt? Rungwould go into full on Fret Mode. If it’s a minor injury he’ll fussover Skids until the other bot lets him see to his injury, if only tokeep Rung from getting too wound up. If it’s something more serious,something that might require Ratchet’s medic skills, he’ll quietlytake himself out of the way and let the medic work. When he getsoverly upset he goes very quiet and tries to find a place to be alonewith his thoughts. However, he won’t go far, and the other members ofthe Amica Squad do their best to seek him out and keep him company.

Althoughhe won’t admit it, Skids reacts very similarly to Rung although notnearly as calmly. He doesn’t like being idle when someone he caresabout is in pain and needs him, even if that means tearing an arm offthe person stupid enough to hurt Eyebrows. Nautica swoops in to keephim grounded.

Howdoes either member of your OTP know they want to have sex/make love? They’rereally good at reading each others moods and body language.

Skidsis more likely to express his need via touch and whispered words. Ifthey’re in bed together he likes to pull Rung close and hold him,stroking his hand up and down Rung’s spine until he’s given a sign totake it further.

Asfor Rung, sometimes all has to do is raise his eyebrow a certain way,next thing you know Skids has the smaller bot slung over his shoulderand is making straight for the bed.

Nightbeat/Brainstorm

Howdid they flirt with one another before they began a relationship? Ohgawd. Flirting requires a certain amount of subtly that neither ofthese two possess.

Nightbeat,after getting some advice from the only couple he knows(Chromedomeand Rewind) rushes into it head on. He watches Brainstorm like ahawk, noting down every detail, no matter how insignificant it mightseem at the time. He’s in the middle of a stake out when Chromedomefinally steps in and tells him “This isn’t what we meant by‘getting to know him'”

Fromthen on he tries the more traditional approach of  buying Brainstorma drink. He’s still terrible at flirting but it doesn’t look as ifBrainstorm notices(probably because he’s just as bad)

Consideringhis doomed romance with Quark, Brainstorm is actually a littleshocked at his attraction for Nightbeat. He’s even more surprisedwith how little his knows about Nightbeat. The detective was goodfriends with Quark, how can he know next to nothing about him? So, heflirts with giant, inappropriate weaponry. It’s all he knows. He’sstunned when it has no effect.

Whatwould they consider the most romantic thing that happened betweenthem? Oddlyenough, it doesn’t involve mystery solving or science. It was theirfirst dance together. Nightbeat doesn’t dance. His distaste for it islegendary. But seeing Brainstorm on the dance floor made his sparkache in a way that he didn’t understand.

Afterthe party ends, and everyone has retired to their rooms for the nightshift, Nightbeat and Brainstorm sneak into the empty hall. It didn’ttake much convincing to get Brainstorm to come, but he’s wonderingwhat Nightbeat is up to when the other both suddenly shoves anupturned palm towards him.

“Dancewith me!”

Brainstorm,a little stunned but very much charmed by Nightbeat’s offer, laughsand takes the Night beat’s hand without comment. Their first dance isclumsy, and a little awkward since there’s no music to time theirsteps to, but it’s also perfect.

Whatwould they do if the other person was hurt? Nightbeattries to work out what happened, often running off to solve a mysterythat doesn’t necessarily need solving. Some think he’s being cruel,leaving Brainstorm while he’s hurt, but Brainstorm knows it’sNightbeat’s way of working through his feelings.

Brainstorm,when worried and anxious, has been known to dismantle and rebuildlittle pieces of tech. Like Nightbeat, he’s trying to distracthimself while he untangles his feelings. Natica, kind soul that sheis, actually built him a device he could that to over and over.

Howdoes either member of your OTP know they want to have sex/make love?

Brainstorm:I’ve just finished building a certain something…

Nightbeat:Is it the thing you’ve been working on? The one with all thedifferent settings?

Brainstorm:That’s the one. Want to take it for a test run?

[rustbolt-answers-your-bullshit]

Act 3, Chapter 7: The Gay(?)-est Chapter

“You said this would work.”

“Hey, I’m not a psychic.”

“Just a psycho.” Rustbolt smirked.

Brainstorm chuckled. “Oh, you.”

“So what now?”

“Now we try again.” Brainstorm handed Rustbolt a remote with a small button on it.

“Ugh, fine.” Snatching the remote, he pressed the button. There was a spark, and suddenly, a vortex similar to Brainstorm’s Eureka opened up. Through the portal was the pink meteor. It had loads of zombies on it. And alot of plants, too.

“We did it! We finally found life on Comet Z!”

Rustbolt and Brainstorm hugged each other, hopping in unison and giggling.

*Slap.*

Then, with a slap, Rustbolt opened his eyes to see Solar Flare staring down at him. “You had some weird dreams tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“They all involved the meteor. The pink one.”

“It’s a comet,” Corrected Rustbolt. “Comet Z, as Brainstorm apparently named it.”

“How do you know what he named it?”

“He told EB, who told Sportacus, who told me.”

SF nodded. “So now what?”

“I don’t know about you, but I have someone to meet.”

“What?”

“Well, not MEET…” Rustbolt rolled his eyes. “I have to talk to Rose with EB. He said he’d swing by at four.”

“Dude, I already swung by.” EB’s voice came from behind him.

“WAH!” Rustbolt jumped, turning around to see EB leaning on the wall, chugging a Glacier Freeze Gatorade from a 6 pack. The other 5 were in his other hand, bound by plastic rings. “Wait what time is it?”

“It’s 8:42,” said Solar Flare. “According to my sundial.”

“Haha! A sunflower with a sundial! That’s golden right there.”

“I like him.” Solar Flare pointed to Boog. “He’s funny and has a great taste in music.”

“You bet your blue suede shoes I do!” Floof smiled.

Rustbolt chuckled.

“Woah woah hold up.” EB held up his Gatorade. “Open your mouth again, bro.”

Confused, Rustbolt nodded and opened. EB’s eyes widened. His jaw dropped and so did his Gatorade. The electrolyte-replenishing drink landed on the floor, and the jaw was a few inches short.

“DUDE YOUR TEETH”

“What about them?”

“Feel your gums, dude.”

Confused, Rustbolt put his thumb against his upper gums. He went side to side, rubbing along the length of them, and he felt bumps. Serrated somethings were making their way out. “Am I growing new teeth?”

“Dude, that’s awesome!”

“Yeah but I have perfect speech with only four teeth. You know how hard it’ll be to adjust?”

“Just ask Brain Freeze to help you.”

Sighing, Rustbolt nodded. “You’re right.”

EB picked up his Gatorade, which somehow landed perfectly right side up. Not a drop had spilled. “Well, I gotta head back to Zomboss. He called another meeting. He also said Super Brainz would be sneaking into LEAF HQ today so, be ready. I’m still Team Zombie, but you’re a zombie too so I gotta help a brother out, you know what I’m sayin’?” He nudged Rustbolt a few times with his elbow. “Haha.”

“You said he’d be here,” grumbled Captain Combustible.

“He will be, he will be.”

At that moment, the sound of two xylophone notes being played in an ABAB pattern filled the hallway. The stump and the zombie turned towards the sound to see Super Brainz, tiptoeing in perfect unison with the xylophone notes.

“There he is!” Yelled Cap Combus. With a roar, he launched himself at the super[zombie]hero.

The two wrestled each other for about twelve minutes until finally Rustbolt said “okay you two, break it up.”

They stopped fighting, and SB looked at Rustbolt. “Rusty? What are you doing here? I thought you would be frolicking in the flowers or something.”

“Great to see you too, asshole.”

“Friend stealer,” The Superhero countered.

“Egomaniac.”

“Flower kisser.”

“Flower FUCKER.”

SB grumbled in defeat. “Whatever.”

Rustbolt pulled Cap off of Super Brainz. “Get out of here and we won’t kick your ass.”

SB got up, and Rustbolt and Cap started walking away.

“The fire tree isn’t even scary,” taunted SB.

“Shut your fat flabby mouth,” snapped Cap.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Stumpy.”

Captain Combustible turned around and glared at the super zombie. “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?”

“STUMPY.”

“Why you little MOTHERFUCKING BEEF-BRAINED COCKSUCKING AIRHEAD! I’M GONNA RIP YOU LIMB FROM ROTTEN LIMB!”

The next 8 minutes consisted of fire, crunching bones, screaming and the smell of burnt flesh.

“Well,” Rustbolt shrugged. “As they say, there’s no kill like overkill.”

So, after SB flew back home, fatally injured, Rustbolt and Cap walked back to their respective places of residence. When Rustbolt got home, EB was back in the house, talking to Solar Flare. “Sup, you two.”

They both flinched. “Oh! Rustbolt! EB was just, uh…”

“Teaching her how to flirt with words instead of sex appeal,” EB mentioned nonchalantly.

“Dude I feel like if anything YOU’D rely on your sex appeal more than a flower.” Rustbolt gave a look that said “I’m right and we both know it.”

His friend shrugged. “Well I rely on it, yes, but I use words alot more than she does, apparently.”

“Listen here, Dance-o. If you were a plant you’d go freaking Gaga over me.” Solar Flare ran her leaves down the outline of her body, swaying her ‘hip’ as her leaves made their way down her stem.

“If you say so.” Boog rolled his eyes. “Anyways, Rusty, you ready to go?”

“Don’t call me Rusty.”

“Forgot. Sorry.”

“I’m just remindin’ ya bro, you know I don’t like that.”

“Can you just lead us to Rose?” EB tapped his foot, suddenly annoyed.

“I know the way!” SF raised a leaf. “Can I show you guys the way?”

“Why not.” The two shrugged.

“Thank you for seeing me, Rustbolt.”

Rustbolt nodded. “I brought EB and Solar Flare too.”

“Well I did ask you to bring another zombie hero, so.” She glared at EB, who just winked and popped a pair of fingerguns her way. “I always see you two together, I don’t know why I expected you to bring anybody besides this disco dunce.”

“Hey, you’re not so pleasant yourself, petal pusher.”

“Hair-brain.”

“Control freak.”

“Hoho, guilty as charged.” She chuckled, smiling.

“So what did you need me for,” Rustbolt said, trying to leave as soon as possible.

“We need to have a private discussion tonight, you and I.” She pointed her wand at him. “As for now, we need to give you a more… plant-related… superpower.”

“Like what?”

Rose smirked. “How about we take advantage of those powers, hm?” She made her way over to the garden in her castle. She put down a few beans and a Mayflower in the water. “Use your powers to make a random plant in every lane.”

“You want me to pull off a cornucopia? No.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Then make weaker plants. Here, take this pen and write a few plants off the top of your head.”

“Why do you just have a pen on vine?”

“Because I write spells sometimes.” Rose handed him a pad of paper, too.

After a long time of trying out this signature superpower, a long time that I’m not gonna elaborate on, he finally succeeded. He had a cabbage-pult on heights, a metal petal, a snowdrop and a puff-shroom on the ground and a guacodile in the water.

“Excellent work, Rustbolt!”

“Good job man!” EB hugged his Rustbuddy™.

“Are you two gonna freaking kiss yet or something?”

They both let go of each other. “What?” They asked in unison.

“I ship you guys. Electrobolt for the win.”

Rustbolt and EB, after processing what the flower just said to them, turned to look at each other. And, as if they both knew exactly what to do…

They took a step closer to each other…

Leaned in…

…And Rustbolt pulled out his sharpie and drew anime-style blush lines on EB’s face.

The two erupted into laughter, to the point where EB fell over clutching his stomach.

“I love you man,” Rustbolt said in his deepest possible voice.

“Oh my GAWD, I like, love you so much, Rustbolt!” Said EB. But the way he said it. If there ever was a stereotypical gay guy voice that was it. The impersonation sounded nothing like EB’s “bittersweet” voice. And with that, the two laughed even more.

The thing is, EB has that kind of laugh that makes OTHERS laugh. His laugh in and of itself is just FUNNY. It’s a joyous laugh.

So, the two kept laughing until Rose finally sent them off, where Solar Flare guided them to a place that EB knew all too well. They approached the track, covered in tires, piers, moats and rope courses.

“The obstacle course,” EB said, horrified.

“Grass Knuckles’ course? Why?”

“I dunno, he said to bring you guys here.”

“WHY HELLO, FARTHEADS.” Grass Knuckles jumped down from a tree, like a fucking creep, and landed in front of them. “I have a friend I’d like you to meet.”

“Is it Lefty Louie?” EB snickered.

“No. I called you all here to meet my staff.”

Solar Flare wasn’t about to deal with this bull crap. So, she flew off.

“Staff?” Boog and Rustbolt looked over at each other. “Staff of what?”

“STAFF OF PUNISHMENT!” GK pulled a staff out of hammerspace and proceeded to whack the two with it. The conversation that proceeded had about a minute of just whacking and “ow” in between each line of dialogue.

“Dude, what the hell!?” Screamed Rustbolt.

“DONT THINK I  DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE UP TO.”

“What?”

“You may have everyone else fooled but not me! You lowlife zomBOZO! And your boyfriend too!”

Solar Flare, having heard the whacking and screaming, sighed and flew back. On the way, she saw Nightcap hopping along, also towards the obstacle course. She landed right next to her Kabloom Companion. “Wassup, my shroom?”

“Well, if it isn’t miss ‘Shroomier than thou.’ How goes it.”

“Still salty about that, huh.” She smiled nervously and scratched the back of her head.

“Yeah. But whatever. Anyways where you off to.”

“Me? I’m headed to the golf course.”

“Golf course is the other way.”

Solar Flare faceleafed. “I meant the OBSTACLE course. Dammit.”

“Me too,” the mushroom said.

“Going to see your boyfriend?~” She teased.

Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. “He came to my house, he left, and now my staff is gone.”

“He stole your jabby-whacky-stick?”

Huffing, Nightcap nodded. “That and he has some explaining to do. I saw him watching me train yesterday through the window.”

When the two arrived, they saw GK whacking the absolute SHIT out of the two zombies. That’s what Rustbolt gets for not wearing his suit I guess.

“…And your boyfriend too!” Screamed GK.

“What? If anything YOU’RE the gay one,” said EB.

“Yeah,” continued Rustbolt. “You making goo goo eyes at Nightcap.”

GK threw down the staff in anger. “I’m not gay!”

“You’re blushing.”

“Wha– My mask is RED, doofus!”

Rustbolt looked at GK. “You’re blushing.”

“Wha– My mask is RED, doofus!”

“Sup guys.” The three turned to see Solar Flare and Nightcap.

“Sup, we’re just talking about GK’s homosexuality.”

“I’m gonna shred you if you don’t shut up,” growled the Asian cabbage.

“He’s not gay,” Solar Flare said.

“Thank you!” GK was relieved that someone was taking his side.

“He’s just got a shroom kink.” And even without proper lips, she managed to pull off the best :3 you’ve ever seen.

Blushing, GK groaned. “I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH NIGHTCAP!”

“Then explain the peeping,” Nightcap responded emotionlessly.

Grass Knuckles looked at the fungus before him. “…I…..” He closed his eyes tight and rushed his words. “I really really look up to you and I aspire to be you someday or at least LIKE you because you’re so cool and powerful and you’re like the awesomest dude ever and well when we hang out together I feel like I’m getting to know you more and more and I watch you train because I go home every day and train like you do and I’m the one that stole your nun chucks last month because I wanted to learn to fight like you!”

Nightcap stared at the Bonk Choy. “You really think that highly of me?”

“Mm-hm!” Grass Knuckles, eyes still closed, nodded.

Nightcap’s frown turned into an expression of mild surprise. Then… It became… a smile. “Th…” he became frustrated. “Tha… Th…. Thuuuuuuu……… Thaaaaaaa…..” He growled, teeth grit. “Thank you.”

Grass Knuckles opened his eyes to see Nightcap hugging him. And smiling. Wow, a double whammy. He quickly returned the hug. Hear that? That’s the sound of the S. S. Grasscap scraping against the iceberg that is this story. You can practically taste the seawater flooding the lower decks, can’t you? The nose is going up… It’s practically vertical… And DOWN goes the Grasscap ship. Fucking sunk. Deal with it. You got your fluff, be happy with it.

Brainstorm glared through the telescope. He couldn’t get that dream out of his head. It was a dream entirely centered around Comet Z. And apparently Immorticia, the only Hero he spoke with today, said she had a dream about the comet as well.

Oh well, probably coincidence.

He was about to pack up for the night when he saw a streak of fire and… smoke? Smoke in space? Whatever was somehow making space smoke slammed into the comet, knocking it off course an observable amount.

Brainstorm stood up, and ran his fingers through his hair. Grabbing his communicator, he punched in a number. Within seconds, a (Garden Warfare) Scientist Zombie was on the screen. “Victor?”

Rolling his eyes, he huffed. “Yes, Chanler, it’s me. Your brother. Sorry I haven’t called in a while but I need you over here as soon as possible.’

“You know, ever since you got zapped by that Hero beam you never call, you never visit, you became a recluse and you left me to heal the masses.”

“I was never that big into healing anything, you know that. Why repair when you can upgrade?”

“Whatever. And now you call me, no context, telling me I have to be there ASAP!”

“Oh right, and how’s that whole Junkling fiasco going, or whatever her name is.”

“Her name isn’t Junkling,” Chanler said, blushing. “It’s Juk–”

“I’d love to hear it, little brother, but I need you to get here as fast as science can carry you.” He abruptly hung up, turning his attention to a huge monitor. It displayed charts and data curves and other information about the comet. He pressed the refresh button.

Holy shit.

All the info changed. And according to the computers and satellite tracking, it was now on a collision course. With Earth. Unfortunately since it just happened less than an hour ago, there wasn’t enough data to determine exactly WHERE on Earth it would land.

Comet Z just became Meteor Z. And that would have been a bad thing if Brainstorm hadn’t seen the corner of the monitor before turning it off.

He had his hand on the button and pressed it. So it shut off, but not before his eyes trailed to the corner of the screen. There was a picture taken, kind of blurry, but one thing was very visible:

A large. Pink. Z. Engraved onto the meteor. It really WAS meteor Z.

Brainstorm, astonished, hastily dialed Zomboss on his communicator.

“Brainstorm, my trusted advisor, is there something of importance that you need to tell me?” He had rejected the video call and answered it as a normal call.

“Sir, I have some…” Brainstorm blinked and saw the image, temporarily burned into his retinas. “… Some groundbreaking news. Groundbreaking in more ways than one.”

[stick-zac]

Something from today #051 - #100

Something from today #100

Me: *Turns volume pp to 90* Friend: *Jumps in shock* F*ck you! Me: :D

Something from today #100 13, August, 2015 *Girl shows me a picture on her Instagram* Me: You’re *drops to the ground* drop dead gorgeous ;) Girl: *starts blushing*

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Me: Hey man Friend: Hey man Me: I got one question Friend: Yeah? Me: What are thoooooooooooooooooooooooose!? Friend: … Me: I gotta dash bye

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Brother: Do I smell good? Me: Uck… I.. Cannot.. Talk.. Too Disugsting… chocking on vomit… Brother: You suck Me: UCK!

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Friend: I bet I can get it in from all the way over hre (Roughly 20 feet) Me: If you can’t, then you owe me a $1,000,000 Friend: Alright *Throws it and misses) Me: Let me try *throws and gets it first try* Me: GET F*CKING WRECKED SON!

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This SFT was posted by infinityonmeme i totally made my online friend’s day like i made them so happy and now I’m happy ———————————————————— Something from today #099 Me: Here you go teacher *hands her my written essay* the definition of perfect Teacher: Hehehe Everyone: Wow alright man! Woo!

Guy: Who wants to kick FingerRocks out of the group? Everyone: *No one raises their arm* Me: Who wants to kick him out? Everyone: *All raise their hands and those not part of the group also raise their arms* Guy: You know what, I’m just kidding ———————————————————— Something from today #098 Guy: Who wants to kick FingerRocks out of the group? Everyone: *No one raises their arm* Me: Who wants to kick him out? Everyone: *All raise their hands and those not part of the group also raise their arms* Guy: You know what, I’m just kidding ———————————————————— Something from today #097 Girl: I love you Guy: I love you too *Both start making out* Me: *Pretends to vomits* Me: :D ———————————————————— Something from today #096 Brother: *Takes my chocolate and runs away* Me: Oh hell no *Throws a pack of toilet paper at him* Brother: *Drops to the ground* Owwwwwww Me: You just got TP! ———————————————————— Something from today #095 *After playing FNAF 4 with my friend* Friend: You bloody gave me 2 heart attacks! Me: Hey, hey now… It was only 2… better than the 4 I planned… ———————————————————— Something from today #094 Me: *Gives a friend a packet of tissues with a picture of jeans on them* Put this in your pocket Friend: Okay *put it in her pocket* Me: Now take it out Friend: Okay *starts to take it out* Me: Jeanception Friend: You’re weird ———————————————————— Something from today #093 Friend: I like Nerf Me: It’s Nerf or Nerfing Friend: Yeah Other friend: Oh god that was bad *5 Seconds later* Friend: Hahahahahahaha ———————————————————— Something from today #092 Friend: I have accounting homework to do Me: *Starts looking around for something* Friend: What are you looking for? Me: Someone who gives a sh*t ———————————————————— Something from today #091 Me: Well I gotta be magoing so Imma bebazzle dazzle and razzle off Friend: … Me: Billazle later ———————————————————— Something from today #090 Me: Are you an owl? Friend: What? Me: Because you’re a HOOT! Friend: :) Me: :)

———————————————————— Something from today #089 Me: Who wouldn’t want fried rice? Friend: I want some f*cking fried rice! ———————————————————— Something from today #088 *Infinityonmeme had called me out about making 87 SFT so I sent her ever single one made* Her: Holy SHIT Zac that’s so many omg Me: *Drops mic* You’re damn right it is ———————————————————— Something from today #087 *Friend tells me something about them* Me: Damn Friend: What’s wrong? Me: Now I gotta change my insults Friend: Like? Me: Well before I knew you went both ways I’d make a dirty comment, now it’s like I can’t make a comment based on a mutual and self-respected choice in today’s society ———————————————————— Something from today #086 I finished doing my school’s play* Friend: I’d say it is 10/10 IGN ———————————————————— Something from today #085 *I just finished doing my school’s play* Friend: Hey man it was nice seeing you, good luck with the play Me: Thanks *starts leaving* Friend: Oh f*ck, sorry, I meant good night, damn it! ———————————————————— Something from today #084 Friend: It’s 8:45-ish Me: It’s 9:04 Friend: …Yeah I was close ———————————————————— Something from today #083 Me: I don’t have to be at school till 10 Friend: *Gives me the itching my head + flipping you off gesture* Me: Love you too ———————————————————— Something from today #082 *Mum had recently purchased some Royals (The chocolate marshmellow thing)* Me: Mum, do you want Lorde? Mum: Yes, I’ll take 2 please Me: hehe, you get me ———————————————————— Something from today #081 *Brother is currently playing the PS3* Me: Your time is like the sky, it’s up ———————————————————— Something from today #080 Friend: *Shows me a picture of a cat in a bowl* Me: He looks like a giant milk shake ———————————————————— Something from today #079 *Me and a group of friends chatting* Friend: Look at these big muscles Other friend: You mean those tiny bags of fat? Everyone: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! ———————————————————— Something from today #078 Me: Come on guys, let’s us go out and enjoy the lov- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY EYES!!!!! ———————————————————— Something from today #077 *Me and my friend arguing about who was right with another friend* Friend: You’re wrong Me: No I’m not. What do you say Friend 2: … Me: Look you can make *slides 5$ into his shirt pocket* your own decision Friend 2: Uhh Me: See *takes back 5$ and suddenly I got 10$* Me: What the? ———————————————————— Something from today #076 *Me and friend are using towels to whip each other* Friend: Now this is what true friendship is ———————————————————— Something from today #075 *Me and my brother playing Call of Duty Black Ops II Zombies* Brother: So anyway we need to activate Generator- Me: AHHHH!!! Brother: Ahh *drops controller* What the hell was tha Me: I was scared by the zombies… ———————————————————— Something from today #074 *Me and my friends are helping me find locations to put up some Cup Cake Sale posters* Friend 1: Put them on the ceiling, so when the teacher gives the students homework, they’ll go “Ahhh” and look up and go “Ohh cupcake sale” *me and Friend 2 start laughing* Friend 2: Hahaha *leaves because he might die of laughter* Teacher: Is he alright? ———————————————————— Something from today #073 Me: *Makes a pun* Aaaayyyeeee Friend: … Me: I’m sorry ———————————————————— Something from today #072 Jack: I’ve made a new video Me: You posted our GTA V race? Jack: Uhh, it’s with someone else Me: Oh… *Later* *Me to James* Me: Jack is cheating on me! *Another friend I know who happens to be named Jack and looks at me with a concerned look as his girlfriend looks in surprise* Me: Uh… I can explain… ———————————————————— Something from today #071 Me: Cool Friend: Sweet Me: Rad Friend: Hectic Me: Amazing Friend: Spontaneous Me: Fantastic Friend: Splendid Me: Magnificent Friend: Excellent Me: Brilliant Friend: Terrific *Says he has to go* Me: Extraordinary, bye *Friend logs off* Me: I WIN!!! ———————————————————— Something from today #070 *My friend Infinityonmeme is doing World’s Greatest Shave and I’ve donated $10 so she gives me a special receipt* Her boyfriend: Oh, how come I don’t get one Her: You only donated in coins *I’m doing the Macarena whilst they argue* ———————————————————— Something from today #069 (Hehe) Friend: Why do these chairs have clips on the legs? Me: It’s so you can connect them together and play Musical Chairs Friend: … Other friend: He is being sarcastic Me: Yeah… ———————————————————— Something from today #068 *I tell a joke to prove to my brother it does make sense* Older brother: Cool *walks away* Brother: Wait for it *10 minutes later* Older brother: Wait a minute! ———————————————————— Something from today #067 *Me and my friend playing Minecraft* Friend: I’m going to kill this pig Me: Why? Friend: Because Me: Well that sounds like a legitiment reason ———————————————————— Something from today #066 *Me and my brother in an insult contest) Me: You so stupid you sold your car for gas money Brother: You so ugly you made Medusa cry Me: … ———————————————————— Something from today #065 Brother: I too have played the story of Black Ops, I’m nearly near the end Me: What level is the prison level? Brother I haven’t made it there yet Me: It’s the second level… ———————————————————— Something from today #065 *Me and my brother talking about his COD trophies* Me: Why don’t you play Story and actually get trophies? Brother: … You suck ———————————————————— Something from today #064 Me: *Tells my brother some obvious COD Facts* Brother: Oh maw gawd, IIIIII did not know that!!! How, how crazy is that? Me: -_- Thanks Brother: :D ———————————————————— Something from today #063 Me: You’ll rage quit in an hour Brother: No I won’t *10 minutes later* Brother: Screw this game! *Slams controller* Me: Well, I was wrong and you’re right Brother: -_- Me: :D

———————————————————— Something from today #063 *Makes a pun* Me: Anyone? No? Okay… ———————————————————— Something from today #062 Me: *playing PS4* Yeah man, I gotta go but I’ll be back on in about an hour, bro wants to play Brother: What do you mean an hour? Me: You’ll rage quit in an hour Brother: No I won’t *Later* Brother: Screw this game! Me: c: Brother: No, I didn’t quit *More Later* *Brother tried making the Staff in Call Of Duty* Brother: What’re you looking at? Me: I’m not looking at you making the staff Brother: Too far man! Too far ———————————————————— Something from today #061 Brother: Dude why are you up so late? Go to bed *He procceds to start eating dinner* Me: What about you? Brother: *mouth full* What? ———————————————————— Something from today #060 *Brother walks in with a can of coke* Me: Awww yeah share that *I take the can and he puts his hand over the lid* Me: *Trying to drink through* You know, I can’t drink with your hand in the way Brother: Gee I wonder why Me: Yeah move your hand Brother: -_- ———————————————————— Something from today #059 Brother: You’re so ugly Me: No I ain’t Brother: yes you are, look in the mirror Me: I would but your ugly face broke all of them Brother: … Me: BD ———————————————————— Something from today #058 Me: What’s the difference between a guitar and a tuna? Family: What? Me: You can TUNA Guitar but can’t GUTAIR a tuna! Family: *Shakes head in disappointment* ———————————————————— Something from today #057 in Photo Form! http://stick-zac.tumblr.com/post/122764871188/something-from-today-57-in-photo-form ———————————————————— Something from today #056 *Me and my friends playing Uno* Me: I’m so glad I have… *Friend puts down a Draw 4* and screw you too ———————————————————— Something from today #055 Cousin: Are you and your brother close? Me: *I’m placing my brother in a chokehold whilst punching him* Yeah… We… Are… Very… Close… ———————————————————— Something from today #054 *Me and my friend playing Minecraft, because we live in different time zones I’m a day ahead of him* Friend: Well I gotta go to sleep, it’s 4:30 Me: Yeah, I’ll play with you yesterday Friend: … Wait… whaaa Me: Because tomrrow for you is yesterday for me Friend: Stop f*cking with my mind! Me: :D ———————————��———————— Something from today #053 *My friend got GTA V for his laptop* Friend: Man the flying in this game is bad Me: Maybe you just suck? Friend: I’d like to see you try Me: Oh yeah!? *Dies within the first 3 seconds* Me: Oh… ———————————————————— Something from today #052 *Me and my brother running back home after giving food to our neighbors. She always gives us some packet of chips as a gift back and I toss them at my brother, however she hands something to my brother and they dash off but before I can get out the door she hands me some more items* *I then run back to my brother* Brother: GHaha you ain’t got nothing to throw at… Me: *I throw 4 chip packets at him* Brother: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH *falls to the ground* Me: Bet you didn’t see that coming did ya! ———————————————————— Something from today #051 Mum: Can you bring your sister to me so I can do her hair Me: Sure *My sister doesn’t like it when I get close to mummy because she is jeaulous and runs after me to stop me* Sister: Go away! *Mum grabs her* Sister: Help me! Me: Nah I’m going away *pretends to throw on shades and sings “So you wanna be a gangster”*

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[monstas1ut2]

1/3 (Eren Yeager)

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Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

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Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

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The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[bylerchoseme]

Oneshot #50 :) CLIFFHANGER

A newly changed Scorpius rushed through the Hogwarts door heading to his current class. Being late had never become a priority. In fact, he was disappointed in himself for not only missing two periods but not arriving to school on time. He sighed before walking inside the health class; in reality he dreaded it. Before twisting the knob, he took a deep breath trying to calm down.

 As soon as he entered, professor Emaralda turned to face him. “You must be Scorpius Malfoy. Please take your seat.” She gave him a welcoming smile; the type of smile which could be mistaken for an act of some sort or is in fact genuine.

 Nonetheless, the blond headed teenager took his seat next to none other then Albus Potter. Word’s weren’t exchanged between the two best friends. Instead, Scorpius took one look at him and averted his attention back to the front of the classroom.

 Scorpius arrived to the classroom with messy hair due to lack of time. If he had just woken up earlier, he wouldn’t be in this position. Luckily, he was greeted normally. He made a mental note to not make the same mistake again.

 Albus went unfocused from the lesson and brought his attention on Scorpius. “You let your hair grow. Let me fix it.” With that being said, he ran a hand through his best friends hair making it tidy. On a personal note, he didn’t mind him this way.

 A smile crept on the blond’s face unknown to Albus. “Thanks for that. I forgot. Whether it was intentional or not is subjective.” Those were the first words he spoke in his third year of Hogwarts.

 Finally, you spoke.” Albus was excited and knew he could continue. “Welcome back.” He smiled.

 “Let’s talk after class. Capiche?”

 “Capiche.”

 The professor had an announcement. “If I can have your attention class. We will be doing an assignment where we have to label the human body parts. There will be a test to see what you’ve learned.”

 Student’s groaned in disbelief. One of the students named Rwanda decided to stand up for everyone. “No way Jose. We are only thirteen and other’s twelve if they haven’t turned thirteen yet. Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?” She shook her head.

 “I know the topic may be too personal but you are the stage where your body is experiencing changes. Puberty will hit soon if it hasn’t yet. It will be fine.” She reassured all present.

 Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Unacceptable. It’s not right. I am out of here.” He stood up and walked outside of the classroom running to his new dormitory. He flopped on the bed, clearly bothered.

 Albus ran after him to their room knocking on the door, “Scorpius? May i come in please?” He asked politely.

 “You may.” He gave permission knowing they would gave health talk.

 Once being approved, Albus walked inside shutting the door closed. “Are you okay? You just walked out of there upset.” He was concerned.

 “We have to switch classes. With or without you, I am doing it.” Nothing compares to this.

 “I agree. Can we actually do it or do we need to bend the rules?” Not that Albus cared anyway.

 Scorpius wasn’t a bit shocked Albus wanted to take risks if they were unable to do something. He was used to it. “We can test out our luck. Either way, I am joining regardless of the outcome.”

 “Perfect. Lets think.” If a smirk on his face was any indication of anything, it’s definitely the type of smirk that would come to bite them.

 Typically, Scorpius is against rule breaking and other shenanigans. However, this one time felt it was necessary. “I say we skip school.” He was not having it today.  

 Albus had his eyebrows raised. “Did I hear that right? Scorpius Malfoy want’s to live a little dangerously?” He paused for a moment. “You get that from me. What an influence I’ve been.” He smirked.

 “Don’t even start. You got me wrapped around your little finger. I don’t know myself anymore.” A part of the statement was true and a part of the statement was sarcasm.

 Albus chuckled. “Maybe you wanted to be wrapped around my finger? Did you ever think about that?”

 “Or maybe it’s just all in your head, dork.” Scorpius laughed slapping his arm playfully.

 Opposites attract seemed to be the main factor here. They are so different from each other.

 “Someone doesn’t know how to flirt. Don’t worry, you will learn.” Albus covered his face in embarrassment. “What I meant to say was......uhhhh......you know what? Forget what I said.” his cheeks went tomato red.

 Scorpius didn’t want to forget. “I will not forget. You want me to flirt with you. Just remember, you asked for it.” He reminded him.

 “What is that supposed to mean?” In some ways, Albus was scared. In other ways, he took it as a compliment.

 There were a thousand answers Scorpius could have given except the way he responded wasn’t with words. He tackled Albus to the ground taking the dominant role. He pinned him there. They made eye contact. Scorpius winked. “I got you right where I wanted.” He held on to him.

 “What happens next? Do I pull you down? Are we supposed to hug?”  Albus didn’t know what else to say except those words.

In response to all three questions, Scorpius leaned forward brushing their noses together before pulling him back up bringing their faces centimeters too close. “You like a slow burn. Don’t you. Well not me.” He wanted to be straight forward.

Albus felt lightheaded. “What was that all about? You do realize we are only friends, right?”

“I am just teasing you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Be careful what you wish for, Albus.” Scorpius finally realized they had not broken the close contact. He did not move away.

“You have hormone’s talking for you.” Albus teased because having fun once in a while is not a bad thing unless you are straight.

Scorpius had a feeling the discussion would take a leap for the worst. “Oh gawd, stop. Stop putting images in my mind. I am only a boy.” He shivered at the thoughts.

“You are a man now. Start acting like one.” Albus knew what he was doing even if not in the best way.

Five minutes might have passed by before they went apart. “Here we go again. I am not in a rush to grow up, Albus Potter. I don’t want to do it anytime soon.” Scorpius stared down at the ground.

“Anyways, let’s just forget what just happened.”  If Albus thought forgetting would work, he was mistaken.

“Well, you started it. Forgetting is way too easy.”  As a Malfoy, the number one rule is to remember and not forget.

Albus gave up trying. “Fine, we won’t forget what happened. So how do you suggest we move past it?”

Scorpius had to set it straight to him. “We don’t move past it. That’s the thing. We hold on to it if that makes sense. I like to think it does. “He nudged his shoulder.

The entire conversation made no sense and neither did the other stuff. However, making sense was never in their vocabulary.

“I don’t know where any of this is even coming from. How did we go from normal to gay in like neon seconds?” Albus covered his mouth.

“Did you just say we went gay? Nothing is there unless you want it to be. We are gay and that’s what your mind jumped to and I think that’s genius.” Scorpius patted him on the back.

An hour went by perhaps even more hours passed. Albus and Scorpius lost count. For the rest of the day, they spent time in their own bed wondering about the events that took place.

“I know I am gay.” Scorpius blurted out like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Albus was happy, relieved, and not at all shocked. “I know. “

Scorpius added more. “I am not gay for just anybody. I am actually gay for y-“A voice near the door cut him off from finishing the sentence.

“Albus, Scorpius. You have a lot of explaining to do.” Professor Emaralda sounded somewhat disappointed and calm.

Both acted like no one was in the dorm room keeping the silence until she left. Not only did they have a lot of explaining to do with her but a lot of explaining to do with how they acted today. Scorpius was prepared. Albus on the other hand, he would still be talking.

Scorpius took a deep breath. “I realized my sexuality when I met you.” He admitted.

“Likewise,” Albus responded, confirming the truth he kept bottled up for so long.

“Are you gay, straight, or bi?” Scorpius asked no hesitation.

Albus knew it was now or never. “I am gay. Maybe you are the special guy.” He whispered.

Scorpius jumped. “Maybe you are the special guy too. I guess we will never know.”

Suddenly, Albus had the nerve to say, “You and I can kiss and find out.”

[tweenerdadventures]

Hamilton - A Summary

Right so. Basically Alexander Hamilton was born in the Caribbean poor as shit. His father left when he was 10 and his mother died 2 years later after they were both ill. He moved in with his cousin and started reading, writing, and working, moving up very fast in the ranks of the trade firm. Then his cousin committed suicide and a hurricane destroyed the town, but the town put together a fund to send him to America to study and make something of himself. He gets there and gets into Kings College, but wants to graduate in 2 years instead of 4 so he can go fight in the revolution, but the college is like nah fam and he's like "FIGHT ME IRL" and then punches the bursar. Needless to say they kick him tf out and he rolls into town to see Aaron Burr (who had graduated in 2 years cause his parents died and left money to the college - rich kids amirite). Burr tells him to talk less smile more, and is like generally "Hamilton sit down". Hamilton ignores this then meets some other revolutionary peeps (Laurens, Lafayette, and HERCULES MULLIGAN - You'll understand later why his name must always be capitalised). He gets them all riled up and drunk as shit and is like we should go fight someone. So they roll up to a guy called Samuel Seybury who doesn't support the revolution and they're like HOW DARE and try to fight him. While this is going on the Schuyler Sisters (Angelica, Eliza......... and Peggy) are rolling through NYC trying to pick up dudes, and Burr tries to hit on them but they tell him to fuck off and start talking about how women should be equal to men (amen sisters) Then King George III rocks up and is like why are you doing this America I thought we were BFFs how could YOU. And then he's like that's it definitely sending my army in now. So ding dong it's all aboard the revolution express and George Washington is emo because he needs someone to help him out and his soldiers are demotivated. In rolls Burr like ayo I was a captain before and my previous commander got shot so... HIRE ME. It gets awks. Real fast. But Hamilton shows up and Washington is like THANK FUCK Burr you can go. Hamilton then agrees to be Washington's right hand man. Back to the sisterhood of purity and now it's time for a LOVE TRIANGLE 0.o - So Angelica sorta fancies Hamilton but also Eliza loves Hamilton and they're like omg what shall we do. But Angelica is like aha I'm probably too good for him he can have my sister instead. Then she has the regrets and is like to her sis please share him ;-) And Eliza is like A HAHAHA GOOD JOKE but pls don't steal him. So Eliza and Alexander get married and Burr rocks up to say congrats but then Alex and the crew wail on him for zero reason other than fuck Burr I guess. Also turns out Burr is having an affair with the wife of a British officer and Alex is like oh damn son but srs why are you scared go get her why do you wait. And Burr is like LEMME TELL YOU A STORY about waiting. Burr explains his parents and grandad were great people who did amazing things but then they died and left him with only their legacy to protect and that is why he is so cautious. He has one of the most heartbreaking lines in the show "If there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it". He also expresses sorta admiration/disbelief that Alexander keeps taking and taking and not waiting, and yet he keeps winning. Ding dong it's back to revolution and Hamilton wants a promotion. He's like PLS George Washington give me my own command. And Washington is like nah fam imma appoint this other dude Charles Lee instead. This goes badly when Lee nearly gets everyone killed, and Hamilton is like SOMEONE SHOULD FIGHT HIM. Laurens fights him and wins but then Washington is piiiiiiiiissed and sends Hamilton home where it turns out NEWSFLASH Eliza is pregnant and just wants Alexander to stay home as that would be enough for her. But Hamilton is like nah fam war isn't done - ANGST. Back to revolution and Lafayette is rapping REALLY FUCKING FAST cause he's suddenly learned all of English when he wasn't very good at it before. He explains how he brought reinforcements and shit from France but is like Washington you really need Hamilton back and Washington is like omg you're right Hamilton pls come back I'll give you soldiers to command BUT first listen to my song about the first time I was in command and oopsed and got my men killed so yeah DON'T DO THAT also bear in mind history has its eyes on you they may even make a musical someday ayo ;) So Hamilton comes back and they end up winning and King George gets SUPER UPSET because parliament won't pay for his war anymore but he's like good luck lmao now see what I've had to deal with being in charge. So revolution is over and America is born, meanwhile Burr and Hamilton both have kids at the same time and turns out they're pretty similar in that they wanna build a good world for their kids to live in. Hamilton moves back to New York finishes his studies and becomes a lawyer, where he ends up working with Burr on the first murder trial in America. He shows off as usual and Burr gets pissed, but is also like how do you keep doing all this stuff oh my God you're non stop. INTERMISSION So yeah now we've skipped forward a bit and Washington is President, Hamilton becomes Treasury Secretary. But UH OH Thomas Jefferson is back from France where he has been getting hella high and sleeping with loads of women, and he's here to fuck Hamilton's shit up. They have a straight up rap battle in a cabinet meeting and Hamilton wins but realises he's outnumbered anyway and need to change tactics if he wants his financial plans implemented. Meanwhile Eliza really wants him to take a fucking break and listen to his son play piano and rap, and also go with her and Angelica on holiday. Hamilton is like nah fam I have to work soz and they go away anyway. But then Hamilton fucks up. Literally. He sleeps with a woman called Maria Reynolds who rolls into his office asking for dolla. But UH OH turns out her husband knows and blackmails Hamilton to keep it quiet, and he agrees because he's an atrocious human being. Back to politics for a sec and Hamilton makes a deal with Jefferson to move the capital to Washington DC from NYC if his financial plans go through. But Burr gets super angry because nobody invited him to government camp, and then Hamilton is like I got what I wanted but WHAT DO YOU WANT. *side eyes emoji* And Burr is like I wanna be in the room where it happens. So finally in the second act we know what Burr actually wants. And apparently his first step is to get elected a Senator. So ofc he's like lol I'll just kick Eliza's dad out of the Senate how could this go wrong ^^ Surprise surprise it goes poorly and Hamilton is piiiiisssssed. And Burr's dropping mega shady vibes like Hamilton your pride will be the death of us all ;) ;) Beware it cometh before the fall ;) ;) ;) So there's another cabinet meeting now and France is fighting Britain and wants America's help. Hamilton is like NUUUUPE we can't do that it's a mess lol sorry France. Jefferson meanwhile is like WHAT THIS IS OUTRAGEOUSSSSSSS. He forms an alliance with Burr and they call themselves SOUTHERN MOTHER FUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS. He then resigns from the cabinet and is like imma run for President. Washington by this point is too old for this shit and is like I don't wanna be President anymore. And Alexander is like A hahaha ha good joke. And Washington is like no fam I'm serious. And Hamilton is like 😭😭😭 so they write a farewell address to the nation and everyone is sad but then Washington rides off to go enjoy his retirement. So Jefferson loses the election to Washington's Vice President, John Adams. But Jefferson is the new VP. Adams fires Hamilton and is super racist towards him but then Alexander is like HOW DARE and destroys him in the paper. Jefferson and Burr have at this point noticed some weird payments coming out of Hamilton's accounts to James Reynolds and think he's been doing some dodgy financial corruption shit. So they roll up like hey we got the cheque stubs boy explain this. And Hamilton is like oh shit so he confesses his affair but is like please keep it secret omg. And they're like k I guess. Hamilton then remembers how he wrote his way out of the Caribbean and so OF COURSE he can write his way out of this situation as well. So he decides to write and publish the Reynolds pamphlet where he is like "yall think I'm guilty of financial crimes but JOKES ON YOU I actually had an affair ayo" and everyone's like wait what. And Eliza is like wait WHAT. And Angelica is like MOTHERFUCKER WHAT. So Hamilton definitely fucked up his whole political career never to be fixed woops. Angelica shows up and Hamilton is like thank gawd someone who understands me and Angelica is like BITCH I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU I'm here for my sister so go away. Eliza is v angry and basically burns all Hamilton's letters to her and is like I hope that YOU burn (also a fucking chilling emotional line). Ding dong. It's time for a time shift and now Hamilton's son Philip is 19 and just graduated from King's College. But UH OH someone talked shit about his father and he's like IMMA FIGHT THEM and Hamilton is like fine but pls don't actually shoot them and Philip is like fine when we duel I won't shoot dad omg. So they duel and Philip aims for the sky intending not to shoot but they other guys pulls a dick move and shoots before they count to 10. So Philip is deceased and Eliza and Hamilton r upset. So Hamilton is pretty :’( and now wanders the streets by himself, finds jesus (not in the streets, in like his heart), and eventually him and Eliza make everything right. But hold up its politics time again and now it's an election year. Jefferson is running for President again and John Adams is gonna lose but uh oh Burr also runs for President. It's a tie and the whole party goes to Hamilton like Bro who you want to be Pres? And Hamilton is like leave me alone. And then they say it again LOUDER and Hamilton meets Burr whilst out campaigning and is like "is there anything you wouldn't do to win" and Burr is like "no and I learned that from you". So Hamilton finally agrees to endorse someone and SHOCKER endorses Jefferson. His reasoning is I'm enemies with Jefferson but at least he has principles cos Burr has none. And Jefferson is like wait what. And Burr is like MOTHERFUCKER WHAT. So Burr writes some angry letters to Hamilton basically blaming him for everything that's gone wrong in his life. Hamilton responds with an itemised FUCKING LIST of the disagreements they've had. Burr is like take it back. Hamilton says no. Burr is like fight me then. Hamilton is like k fam let's go. So they're gonna duel but before that Hamilton writes a letter to Eliza explaining all this shit. He then rocks up to the dueling ground across the river and Burr is like Wait is he actually gonna shoot me omg THIS MAN WILL NOT MAKE AN ORPHAN OF MY DAUGHTER (also a tearjerker moment) so they count to 10 and shots are fired. Hamilton is hit and does a death soliloquy like oh shit what is my legacy. He sees the light and all the dead people he loves and is like imma go there too. Back to realtime and Burr is like he's aiming his pistol to the sky? ? WAAAAIIIIIT. But it's too late he's shot Hamilton in the ribs and he's rushed away and gets a drink. He's told he'd better hide cause Alexander died. He now laments that history obliterates and paints him in all his mistakes, and that he's now the villain in our history. Basically he has the mega regrets. Then everyone gets together and sings about Alexander's life and Eliza explains how she's telling his story to everyone, and how she lives another 50 years (time that he always wanted). She raises funds to build the Washington Monument, speaks out against slavery, and is basically the real MVP for the rest of her life. But her proudest achievement is establishing the first private orphanage in NYC and helping loads of kids grow up and she's like "in their eyes I see you Alexander I see you every time". She now wonders if she has done enough and if people will tell her story, and that she can't wait to see him again Musical over.

[westywrites]

The Teller of Stories and Keeper of Secrets

Chapter 5 - Christopher Marcel

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Warning for bullying, violence, and murder

Last but most definitely not least, in fact, I'm tempted to say that I saved the best for last in this case, we have Christopher Marcel. The second son of a very rich businessman, in Florida, U.S.A. Early in his life he was always the quieter of the two sons and Christopher spent most of his young life hiding in the shadows of his older brother, who took after his father and was heir to the business. Christopher however, took after their mother and was very meek child, he hid his face when the press were near and rarely spoke louder than a whisper. He was too shy to even say that he preferred being addressed as Christopher rather than Chris which is what everyone ended up calling him. Now he would've liked to have taken after his mother in height too but he did not and is at least 6'3", making it very hard for him to hide or blend in with a crowd, so he grew his black hair long and lets it fall over his eyes, giving him a feeling of being protected from the world. Given his quieter nature he was always the subject of the neighbourhood kids jeers throughout his childhood, and that's where we start his story. On a fine afternoon in spring when he had just turned 16 years old.

Christopher sat silently on the swing in the old playground behind the ball park, in the distance you could hear the sound of his older brother's baseball team playing a game they were sure to win. He sat and slowly moved back and forth,  the swing creaking. He was in a different place in his mind, the place he goes to escape when he feels down. He had been going there more often lately as his brother was graduating and it was such a big deal everyone forgot Christopher's birthday a few weeks before. Christopher sighed, the game would be ending soon, he should leave before the rush of other teens come back to celebrate the win with all their beer and noise. As he went to get up he saw something under the slide across the playground. He froze where he was as the two worst people in Christopher's life, other than his brother, came out laughing and totally drunk.

"Oh my gawd." Hannah's mouth fell open. Everyone knew Hannah, her dad was a lawyer and no one messed with her, she was also a total jerk. Especially to Christopher. "You were totally watching us, you perv!" She fixed her shirt really quickly, making a horrified face that was framed by her always messy brown hair.

"Chris, dude. Let me teach you something, here." Patrick, the famous surfer's son, started walking towards Christopher. "You don’t watch people when they're going at it under a slide."

"Yea, really. What's wrong with you?" Hannah slipped on her sweater, which was too big for her and had a huge pink butterfly on its hideous purple background.

"So you listen up," Patrick was close enough now that he reached out and grabbed Christopher by his hair, "never do this again. Freak." Hannah was giving Patrick this googly eyed, head over heels look, and he looked back at her and winked, flicking his shaggy blond hair. The other teenagers from the neighbourhood were out of the game now and were starting to make their way back to the playground.

"What the hell's going on here?" One of them asked and suddenly Christopher was bombarded with insults and threats as Patrick explained his version of what happened. They yelled at him, calling him horrible things and he tried his hardest but he couldn’t help crying. As the first tear dripped off his chin, they laughed.

"Ah, you poor big baby." Patrick stuck out his bottom lip, his eyes shining. "Are you crying for your mommy?" Everyone fell silent as Christopher looked up with rage in his eyes. "Oh that's right she's dead." Patrick finished his joke and it fell flat in the silence. Christopher stood up, towering over Patrick and kicked him. Hard. It landed but Patrick just stood there and everyone started laughing again. Even though he was so tall, his kick wouldn't move a fly, at least that's what they said. They jeered and laughed. Christopher cried, sitting back down on the swing as they mocked him.

"I betcha he can't even look at a girl."Hannah said her nasal voice piercing his mind. "Come on, baby. Come on you freak." Hannah started hitting his head, shouting out insults. "Pathetic." Patrick joined in. "Nerd, hah you're just a joke." Drunken meaningless words that stung Christopher down to his very core.

Patrick put a hand on Christopher's shoulder. "A shame to your family name, your mother is probably crying out of disappointment this very second." Christopher felt heat bubbling through his body and he lifted his hands towards his face, stopping half way. His breathing was heavy.

"SHUT UP." He shouted, twisting his upturned hands sharply and as he did with his hands, so did their heads. There was a horrible snapping noise, and blood sprayed everywhere. Hannah and Patrick fell to the ground, limp, their heads twisted backwards and their necks snapped. The blood ran pooling at Christopher’s feet, staining Patrick’s white shirt red. The others were frozen for a second and he looked up at them, his hair out of the way for the first time anyone had seen, and his eyes were like green flames, filled with rage and sudden confidence. They ran. All of them gone, screaming back to the ballpark, the ones who had been at the front were covered in blood. Christopher stood triumphantly over the bodies and he smiled for the first time since his mother had died 10 years before.

Christopher quickly walked off into the woods a little ways behind the playground, taking a shortcut through to town. Before he left the shelter of the trees he ditched his black hoodie and made sure no blood could be seen on his pants, face or hands. He strutted down the street standing straight and smiling. A store caught his eyes, just a simple tailor shop, one of the ones his father’s company owned. Christopher waltzed right up to the front desk and demanded a suit, just a simple casual suit. The man behind the counter was confused at first and had begun to ask Christopher if he had any means of paying, but then it struck the man. This boy was Christopher Marcel, unlike anyone had seen him before.

"Quickly now." Christopher demanded again sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

"Yes sir." The man scuttled off. They already had Christopher's measurements, for they were making a suit for him to wear to his brother's graduation, so it was done within ten minutes.

"Do come again Chris." The man said as he handed the bag that now had the suit within it to Christopher.

"It's Christopher." He slammed the door behind him on his way out. The feeling of talking to someone like that gave him a rush. He ducked into a small cafe and changed in their washroom, as he walked back out people gave him strange looks and he didn't care. For the first time in his life he didn't care that people were watching, he didn't care that someone was taking a picture on their cellphone. He could kill anyone of them with a flick of his wrist, and he was happy.

"CHRIST, CHRIS WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" His father came storming down the stairs when Christopher had opened the door.

"I found myself, father." Christopher smiled looking up at his dad. "I found myself in the death of those two jerks."

His father’s steps faltered. "Chris?" Confusion was painted all over his face and he ran a hand back through his greying hair.

"Christopher, father, my name is Christopher." Christopher walked past his dad up the stairs, patting his dad on the shoulder as he passed.

"Christopher?" His dad was frozen on the stairs completed shocked at the change in his son.

Christopher was up in his room now laying on the bed laughing, he just laughed and laughed. Laughed at the look on his father's face, laughed at the people in the cafe, laughed at the tailor, and most of all he laughed at all those other teenagers who would probably need therapy for a good, long, time. He layed there and laughed for an hour or so and then he slept. Who knew killing people would tire you out so much.

Over the next few weeks Christopher's father said he was proud of Christopher about a thousand times, took Christopher with him instead of his brother onto 3 different T.V. interviews and payed off the parents of Patrick and Hannah, and threatened to police and media so the whole murder thing got dropped. Christopher had moved up the social ladder at school and now everyone was at his feet doing whatever he wanted, including most of the teachers. No one messed with him. Except one stupid kid who had been there that day following Patrick around with a camera and ended up getting the whole thing on tape and putting it on youtube. Of course that kid was never heard from again and the video was taken down, but there was enough internet attention that it was affecting business on a high enough level that Christopher's dad agreed to sending him to therapy to get the public off their backs. Christopher didn't protest and smiled and waved at the cameras as they drove off to the nearest, cheapest form of therapy, at a cheesy little place called "WALTER'S HAPPY CHILDREN'S HOUSE!"