#Rock Lee Birthday month

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Gingerbread House

Bonding was an important step towards becoming a strong team that could rely on each other in any situation.

Without bonding, a team would fall apart. That was why Gai had organized a day for his team to hang out and do something together.

He just hadn’t realized what a mistake he was making.

“It needs a weapon display,” Tenten explained as she leaned over the table and carefully carved out some Kunai from one of the extra pieces of gingerbread Gai had left out. “You can’t have a house without a weapon’s display.”

“What about a field?” Lee asked. “There should be a field just like our training field.”

A few feet away Neji stood glaring at them. Ever since Gai had told his team the plan, Neji had made his disinterest clear.

“We can make the weapon’s display and then the field,” Tenten explained as she cut one of her kunai free from the rest of the gingerbread. “Oh and we need a scarecrow for the field!”

“A-a scarecrow?” Gai couldn’t think of any possible reason they would need such a thing for a gingerbread house. “Tenten your enthusiasm is admirable, but why would we need a scarecrow?”

She rolled her eyes. “We have gingerbread men for all of us,” she pointed over to the tray of gingerbread men that he had made earlier. Each of them was decorated to look like one of the members of Team Three. “So obviously we need a scarecrow.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“For Kakashi-Sensei,” she sighed. “You can’t have Gai-Sensei without Kakashi-Sensei hanging around nearby.”

“That is true,” Lee pipped up, though he didn’t bother to raise his eyes away from the little dots of grass that he was placing all over the front of the plate. “Kakashi-Sensei is always hanging around you when he’s not on mission’s.”

“See, if Lee agrees with me then you know it’s true.”

Gai wasn’t sure whether he should be touched by his students noticing his eternal rival hanging around, or concerned that they seemed to be in agreement for once. It was a very rare day on which Tenten would find herself in agreement with Lee.

“If we make A scarecrow then it needs a little dog to go with it,” everyone turned to look at Neji when he spoke up. “He always has Pakkun around.”

“Oh!” A smile broke out across Lee’s face. “And Ningame-san! We can’t have Kakashi-Sensei’s summon without Gai-Sensei’s.”

“But Ningame is so…boring.”

“I’m sure he’d love to hear that from you,” Neji finally took a step forward and joined the little group around the gingerbread house. “He already loves you so much.”

“Well it’s not my fault he’s not as cool as Lady Katsuyu,” Tenten argued. “He didn’t need to take such offence when I was just being honest.”

“Honest?” Lee slammed his hands down on the table and sent the entire gingerbread house flying into the air. 

Reacting swiftly, Gai snatched it out of the air. An action that was swiftly rewarded with disaster when he instead crumbled the gingerbread house between his hands.

“It looks like it doesn’t matter at all,” Neji sighed. “So much for team bonding.”

All that working and planning wasted. Gai couldn’t believe it. He’d poured in hours of his free time preparing everything.

Making the gingerbread.

Setting up the house for them to decorate.

Now there was nothing to show for it.

“We could salvage it,” Tenten protested. “It can’t be a gingerbread house, but something else.

“A gingerbread field!” Lee suggested. “With training posts full of Kunai.”

“Pakkun and Ningame could be sitting beside the posts with little numbers over their head,” Tenten continued her teammate's idea. “Scores for a competition between Gai-Sensei and Kakashi-Sensei.”

“Is there anything more perfect for this team,” Neji shook his head, but Gai could see a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. “Kakashi-Sensei’s score should be higher.”

“What!?” Lee jumped in front of Neji and crowded right into his personal space. “Gai-Sensei would beat him in any competition.”

Gai’s heart swelled as he listened to Lee defending him. It was always nice to know that someone was cheering for him even if everyone else would throw their support behind his rival.

“Gai-Sensei would win in a spar,” Neji argued. “But Kakashi-Sensei has a better throw.”

“That’s not true at all!”

Stepping between her teammates, Tenten planted a hand on each of their chests and shoved them back. “If we’re doing this it has to be accurate,” she argued. “Neji, go with Gai-Sensei to find Kakashi-Sensei.”

“But Tenten-“ Lee shrank when she glared his way. 

“Neji-“

“I’m going,” The Hyuga sighed as he turned away from his teammates and started to walk away. “Come on, Sensei.”

Gai stood in his spot watching as his student walked away from him, utterly confused by what he had just witnessed.

“Unless of course, you think you can’t win,” Neji called back to him. “We don’t have to go get Kakashi-Sensei if you’re afraid of losing.”

With that perfectly worded sentence, Neji unlocked Gai’s competitiveness. No longer confused, Gai straightened up and grinned.

“I would never lose to Kakashi,” he declared proudly. “Just watch. I will defeat Kakashi and prove to you that my Kunai throwing is superior.” though he had no doubt that his rival would provide him with a challenge, Gai had every intention of winning.

If he didn’t win, Tenten would never allow him to hear the end of it, Neji would say something along the lines of ‘I told you so’ except with a little more grace, and poor Lee would never recover from the disgrace.

He always put his support in his Sensei, and Gai was going to win the competition for him. To prove that Lee had chosen the correct person to cheer for even if his teammates didn’t agree with him.

[onlyseokmins]

size matters • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: major smut (minors PLS dni!), losers + idiots + besties to lovers Warnings: *deep breath* MONSTER COCK CHAN, swearing, love me some switch action, reader does not use specified pronouns but refers to their pussy as "she", reader also wears a skirt, pet names, alcohol and goofy drunk antics, bad humor, use of "whore/slut", tons of dirty talk, they're kinda pervs, mentions of toys, masturbation (fem), hints to past sexual partners, mentions of oral (male), actual oral (fem. receiving), car sex (kind of), condoms, fingering (fem. receiving), WAP lmao and squirting, bantering, degradation, wee bit praise, unprotected/protected MESSY sex, underwear play (??? lmao), precum play (??), edging, face-riding, groping/manhandling, objectification, reverse cowgirl position, bulge kink, slapping/spanking, possession, almost choking, biting, tears and crying, a bit of overstim and if i missed smth lmk sdfjkajdf WC: 8.3k A/N: this started out purely self-indulgent as usual and reads like a bad pornhwa but it's also nana month so a happy early birthday to @bitchlessdino because i will be asleep when the clock actually strikes 12 tomorrow! and bc i will dedicate all chan content to the loml! this is like my 3rd longest fic on this blog and 4th longest fic ever and it's just utter filth and smut... hate it here. i always get into a crazy headspace when i write for this man. i hope y'all enjoy my delusions before i retire out of shame 😬

"I'm worried my dick's too big."

Laughter bubbles in your chest at the same time the beer you'd just taken a swig of swishes around in your mouth. It's so like your best friend to say something stupid. Especially when your mouth is full.

He frowns in mild annoyance as you rock back and forth with mirth, struggling not to spit out your drink and make a mess. But also trying to refrain from choking. Because if you die, you sure as hell will find a way to make sure everyone knows that a dumbo and his terrible concern over having a big cock drove you to your demise in such an unfortunate manner.

And no one wants that.

"I dunno what's so funny," the man in question irritably gripes, "but for god's sake, calm down and swallow."

Though it ends up that Chan is the one gulping first. Ears burning and eyes widening when you wiggle your brows deviously and do as he says. Sticking your tongue out for good measure — just for proof that yes, you did swallow —  but he's quickly whipping his gaze away. Head turning to the side as if that does anything to hide the embarrassing look overtaking his expression. 

He thinks you'll back off, hoping the nervous twiddling of his fingers will deter further teasing. But he should really know better. The telltale signs are littered across the table in front of him and even overpower your usual sweet scent when you lean close into his personal space.

"So, you like it when someone swallows versus spits for you, Channie?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you." 

Because that's what happens every movie night. The two of you enjoy too many beers after a feel-good show and start talking nonsense.

"Yeah, and we're having a very serious conversation right now. A drunk one. But still, serious."

You purse your lips. "You're bluffing. No way you're complaining about the hugeness of your dick. 'Cause no one does that."

"It's not like I'm trying to boast or even insecure, I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" you snort and push at his shoulder. "There'd be no reason to worry if you know how to use it. In the end, size doesn't matter at all."

Chan quirks an eyebrow, side-eyeing you. "At all?" 

"If your technique is good, it shouldn't matter as long as everyone feels satisfied. You know, you just gotta hit that one spot…" 

You start doing hand motions to demonstrate your point that seem wildly inappropriate and are honestly so drunkenly uncoordinated to the point that Chan not only feels compelled to stop you but doubts anyone would feel good from that. Then again, he's never really managed to partake in sloppy sex, so who knows? 

He grabs your hands to still them and though you no longer move, you protest. "What? You'll have 'em seeing and feeling stars! To be honest… you prolly will too if ya try your best."

"You know, I do know how to pleasure someone. It's not really an issue once I'm inside, it's just getting there that's kind of a problem."

"Channie, are you secretly a virgin?" You lay your head on his shoulder, hand running down his forearm and weaving your fingers between his. "Issokay if you are."

"You know I'm not!"

"Well, yeah I guess you're a bit of a whore. Still love you no matter what."

Chan chokes out your name in frustration. "All I'm saying is that I have a huge cock and I'm sad about it!"

"And you keep saying I'm drunk. Look, you're valid in being… upset about having a fat dick even if I don't understand. Just telling you that sometimes a ton of prep is helpful and even a decent amount of lube. No shame in that. Not everyone's built to take a large-ass, whopping cock." And then you mumble extremely quietly, "If it's even that big."

Unfortunately, he hears you and scoffs. Popping his shoulder up to gently shove you off him. Though that only causes you to grasp for his sweatpant-clad thigh and hold onto it for dear support in your half-drunken stupor. The perverted part of both your brains flash to your hand squeezing tightly around something else; the unmistakable heat of said something else radiating towards the closest part of your hand and causing a hot rush to flare across your entire body.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Doesn't stop you from shamelessly ogling what you can only presume to be his bulge, gray fabric stretched over his groin and straining against muscular thighs. 

"Are you flaccid right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious. Thinking about my different dildo sizes."

He balks at that. "Pl-please don't."

"Yeah, not sure I wanna compare what your dick would realistically feel inside me," you admit even if you find it difficult to tear your hungry eyes away to take in Chan's mortified expression. 

"Can we stop talking about my personal parts now?" he squeaks out and you shoot him a dubious side-eye even though you do easily acquiesce.

"With pleasure. Speaking of which…"

Chan's hushed groan of "Oh dear" goes ignored even after you drape an arm on the back of the couch behind his head, lay the other across his chest, and splay your legs over his lap. Your lips end up leaving a sticky residue on his cheek, neck, and ear as you graciously whisper your own sex secret — the spontaneous topic of tonight — to him. 

"Only my bullet vibe has the ability to make me squirt. None of the others, not even the thirteen-inch one with suction ridges. So yeah, hm… size doesn't matter, does it Channie?"

"Well, those are toys and uh… my big dick is simply what it is. A big, regular human dick. Nothing fancy."

"Then you should try harder."

He apologizes for having such blatant ignorance about the matter and then eventually you end up falling asleep together. 

Limbs tangled and wrapped around one another just like every other night you doze off with the comfort of the other's body warmth. And like usual, you and Chan peer at each other with eyelids heavy from sleep and goofy but comforting smiles — merely inches apart when the sun's rays sneak a peek through the blinds to shine onto your faces. Because everything's normal and just right between the two of you. 

Like always.

Except it's not.

All you can think about is your best friend's dumb, gargantuan cock and his weird embarrassment about it. If you didn't know Chan as well as you do, you might think he was just using that as an excuse to get into your pants but you know better. He's genuinely perturbed over his too-big dick! 

You let out a sigh. Warm breath fans the tip of your ear while large hands lay on your hips, ringed fingers teasing the bare skin revealed by the daring crop top you decided to wear tonight.

"Am I boring you, baby?"

"Kind of," you admit, displeased that you weren't enjoying the usual thrill of grinding on the dancefloor with a hot man. Turning around to face said man, you purse your lips. "How would you feel if you had a big dick, Cheol?"

He raises an eyebrow in the self-assured way only the Choi Seungcheol can. "Shouldn't you be asking what it's like possessing the largest dick of the century?"

"Not helping, I'm not talking about big dick energy."

"That's not what you said when it was shoved halfway down your throat."

"Can't say much if I'm sucking someone off, you dolt. And I said you made my jaw hurt 'cause you're a guy that likes it rough, not 'cause I thought your dick was overly huge."

"Brat," Seungcheol says rather affectionately, "so whose humongous cock are you taking tonight?"

Your eyes wander over his shoulder to the bar, the same place he noticed your gaze strayed towards all night. A glee-filled smirk is on your face when you meet his eyes again though you only casually state with a shrug, "An absolute loser's."

"Wasn't aware it was self-pleasure night, sweetheart," he jokingly snorts, nudging you in that direction before you can get too mad at him. But not without delivering a playful slap on your ass as a 'good luck to charm' to send you on your way. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

The cocky bastard must think you're after Soonyoung tonight, who greets you by placing a polite kiss on the cheek and a casual side hug. Though he looks hella fine tonight with slicked-back hair and donning the signature head-turning 'leather jacket, silver jewelry' fit that Seungcheol is sporting, he's not who you have in mind.

You squeeze him back though, always ready to return the affection you receive. "Rare to not see you dancing, tough crowd tonight?"

"Nah, I just have my priorities set." He angles his head toward the bartender who sneaks subtle glances at the two of you as if to distinguish what intentions you had approaching such a striking man. 

That they just so happen to have their eyes on. Luckily Soonyoung does too.

"Ah, well, so do I!" 

Never one to want to get stuck between two people and cause a potential misunderstanding, you pat him on the arm, wink encouragingly at the bartender, and skip away to find the person who's been occupying your mind for the past few days in a very different way like crazy.

Chan hasn't moved from where you last caught sight of him — in the corner of the bar nursing the same glass of bourbon for far too long. There's distinctly more water in it from the rapidly melting ice ball than alcohol but you still ease it out of his grasp. Taking a sip only to wrinkle your nose in disgust.

Your best friend observes your expression with a bemused one of his own after you hand it back, lip gloss staining the rim. A far cry from the darkened, sultry stare that followed as you moved from one gyrating body to the next. You wonder how you've never noticed it before. But then again, you yourself have never thought about him in that kind of way until now. 

While momentarily lost in your thoughts, Chan's working on getting the attention of Soonyoung's flirt target to order your favorite drink. But you place a hand on his arm, squeezing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips. 

"I wanna go home."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just feel like leaving."

He shakes his head. "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Ooh… are you jealous?"

"Hah, jealous? No. Concerned that someone did something you didn't like? Yeah."

"There will be," you tug him by the open collar of the flannel he's wearing so you're nose-to-nose, "if he doesn't take me back to his place right now."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening as they drop down to the pouty curve of your lips. You swear he even peers at your cleavage with the tiniest of squints before finishing what little bit of liquor is left, standing, and pulling you along with him outside.

Walking to his car parked by the sidewalk is truly a breath of fresh air, the chill of the evening breeze and city noises rushing by helps bring Chan back down to earth. No longer on the crazy high fueled by the hypnotic, seductive thrall of the nightclub's booming bass that adds to him being wholly entranced by your teasing allure. 

Now it's just you and him. Simple as usual, getting ready to drive around.

"You want to go to my place?"

"Yeah."

He starts the engine, checking the side mirror to estimate when there will be an available opening to pull out. "Whaddya wanna do, stop somewhere for snacks?"

"Sure. Maybe condoms too."

"I'm sorry, what?" It's a good thing the car's still in park when his foot stomps on the gas pedal out of shock, revving the engine and making you both jump. "Why?"

Chan even goes as far as to steal a glance over his shoulder at the backseat. As if you had miraculously snuck in someone from the club that you were planning to fuck and he didn't know about it. 

There's no one there, of course.

"Why… are we picking up… condoms?" he repeats. "I um, I have a bunch of unopened boxes i-if you need them."

"You do? Good."

"Uh, can you at least let me know how many are used so I don't suddenly run out?"

Your eyebrows raise though he doesn't even dare look at you. "Do you think you'll cum that much?"

"Pardon?! N-no, I only have a surplus because I bought them in bulk!"

"I thought you weren't having sex a lot because you have such a big cock. One that rarely goes inside anyone."

His hands cover his face. "I'm saying it's fine if you want to use them!"

"Gee, thanks. You want me to make condom balloon animals or something?"

One brown eye glares at you between fingers. "… If you're into that."

"I bet extra large ones would make brilliant animal balloons but that's a sad waste when they could go around a dick instead. I mean it can't be easy for you to find ones that don't break. Whatever, at least you have a ton. And as you know I'm on the pill."

He has to know. He has to ask. "Are you confused or is it just me?"

"Clearly, because I don't know why you think I'd be into filling condoms with air and not cock."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but — I mean like there's no way — but are you implying that you want to… you know, with me…?"

"Whaddya mean 'no way'? Fuck yeah, I wanna fuck you! Sorry, was that not clear?" 

Chan chokes on his saliva and has a brief hacking fit. "No?!" 

"Damn, uh… my bad. Sorry, I thought it was super obvious. Simply put, I can't get the thought of you out of my mind or my pussy, so yeah. We should totally bang. Have sex and all that. Only if you want to obviously. No hard feelings if not."

Oh god, yes he does. Since he now knows that you can squirt, let alone with something as small as a little bullet vibrator, all he can think about is what would happen if he teased your cunt with the thick head of his cock. It's been driving him absolutely feral and fueled a rather ugly feeling when he saw Seungcheol all over you earlier. 

But now that he knows you want him? Maybe just as much as he wants you? Explicitly? 

He starts driving in an attempt to help collect himself. You're at ease, able to read him well and know he'll need some time to process and organize his thoughts. So, you wait in silence while he does just that, and when he speaks again his voice is low, laced with utter desire.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your pussy has too?"

"Mhm, Channie… she's been crying for you like crazy."

"Fuck," he mutters and grips the steering wheel tightly to avoid swerving into the berm. He rasps out in a desperate beg, "C-can you touch yourself for me? Let me hear how loud she is?"

And you sweetly oblige with a hushed, "Of course," and can't lift your miniskirt up faster than you do now, pushing the drenched thong underneath to the side. Your clit's been buzzing nonstop ever since he whined about his big cock and you got to glimpse the outline of it. And with him now sitting beside you as your thumb rubs at the tiny nub, pointer fingers dipping in and out of your clenching hole, you both let out groans — you at the thrilling sensation and him at the insanely filthy sounds.

Chan steals a moment to take in the sight when he switches lanes, loving the way your tongue lolls past glossy lips that part to release little whimpers of pleasure. It's unlikely you'll squirt right now. But there's still a slick sheen of arousal glistening on your thighs so he holds onto the sick twist of hope that a trace will be left behind. He's pleased and licks his lips but has to swiftly pay attention to the road again, especially when your head rolls to the side, eyelashes pleadingly fluttering at him.

He needs to get home fast. Now.

The car fills with the sloppy noises of you playing with your cunt which grows wetter and wetter by the second. The air is heavy and oozes sex, the compact space growing more humid as you work and rile up your pussy, yourself, and the man beside you. You keep easing up to that delicious edge but never fully dipping over it, making sure to continue growing needier and more wanton until the blurry scenery rushing past the windows half-registers as familiar in your already fucked-out state of mind.

"Wanna get a feel of your cock," you whine out with no shame at how pitiful it sounds. "Gotta know how many fingers to stuff inside to stretch myself out for the real thing."

The way he spits out your name like a curse word makes your gummy walls contract tightly, emitting a moist suctioning sound when you pull your fingers out and bully them back in. 

"No. You have to wait."

"Don't wanna! Been waiting long enough."

"So fuckin' needy," he taunts as if he's not panting heavily with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "I don't think they'll come even close to opening up that tiny hole of yours effectively for my dick. But size doesn't matter, so whatever. Right, sweetheart?"

You cuss him out jokingly while working knuckle-deep inside your cunt. Humping against your palm and pulling at your nipples with the other hand underneath your top when he rolls to a stop at an empty four-way in the neighborhood. 

He swats your arm out and away, curiously sweeping his own fingers across your damp folds that flinch at the sudden contact but still mourn the devastating loss of being filled before he slaps at them. Chan grins like a total heathen at the way your hips jolt upon impact, growing more and more delirious at the way droplets of your arousal splash out at the action.

"If you cum by rubbing yourself on that seat — no hands — before I pull in the driveway, I'll let you touch me to mentally prep yourself before we get inside. Before I get inside you." His words are enunciated with a smirk that drops after bringing soaked fingers to his lips — eyelids fluttering with a grunt at your taste eagerly licked clean with his tongue. "God, do you know how delicious you are? Need you to sit on my face at some point, wanna drown in that sloppy pussy."

His dirty talk could be enough to finish you off, you belatedly realize. The earlier command to rut your aching clit against the scratchy fabric to soothe it makes you thrillingly feel like a depraved whore. 

"You're a fuckin' perv, Chan," you growl out as if you aren't doing exactly what he asked on instinct and loving how he's talking to you. How good he is at making you feel divine.

"Yeah? But I want something to remember this by."

"Sick," you snarl through gritted teeth like the knowledge of him thinking about this moment every time he gets in his car and looks at the passenger seat isn't getting you off even more. Bonus points if he jerks off to it. You act like it's not the catalyst to you coming undone, blaming it fully on the bump of the asphalt connecting to the concrete driveway hitting your hard nub just right — absolutely defiling his poor car with your arousal. "Sick in the head."

Neither one of you care. 

In fact, Chan's so pleased he ignores the words you both know you don't mean. Grabbing the hand you buried deep within your hole, but then chose to use it to grip at the console while following his command, and guides it to his mouth. Happily repeating the same thing he did to his own, maintaining eye contact as he tongues at your fingertips. Pupils dilating with how addicted he's become to your taste. Growing more and more eager to have it straight from the source in the very near future. 

Then he places your spit-coated fingers where his cock strains against dark jeans. A darker, damp spot on the denim signifies how much precum the tip is leaking, begging to be released. He squeezes the hand sandwiched between his and the hardening length, shallowly thrusting up into your palm so you can completely grope at its mouth-watering, jaw-aching girth. 

"Feel that?" he goads, "that's gonna have to fit inside your tight cunt."

Your eyes nearly cross at the realization. And of course, your pussy forlornly clenches around nothing, dripping out more arousal to add to the already soiled mess beneath you. 

Oh, you cannot wait.

He wasn't lying, positive every single finger stuffing your hole couldn't compare to the size you just felt beneath those very appendages. Tears collect at your lash line, already anticipating the sheer amount of pleasure you know you'll be feeling with a very warm and real dick. And he's not even anywhere inside of you yet!

Chan coos and wipes the tear that escapes to your cheek. Then he gets out of the car and comes around to the other side to help you walk since your legs are weak and shaking — for more than one reason. That's fine because it gives him almost a weird sense of pride and an excuse to grind and grope at you as he pleases while unlocking the front door. Surprisingly, both of you are giggling together as if you're naughty teens again, always up to no good. It feels strangely wholesome, a light sense of relief blooming and filling your entire body.

Until you're on the other side of the door and those feelings morph back into something carnal. More primal. And Chan must feel it too because you swear he growls when pinning you against the wall. 

"You'll let me eat you out, right? 'Course you will." 

Now it's your turn to feel perverse satisfaction, watching as his lip trembles at the very thought of getting denied such a treat. Feeling the man's absolute desperation through the fingertips that dig into your hips and slightly hike up the already ridiculously short skirt you're wearing.

"C'mon bestie, please."

"… You did not bestie-zone me right now."

"I — " Chan hesitates and you fear the reality of the situation has hit him. That he'll back out and leave you a yearning mess like this. But then he leans in close to whisper hotly against your ear, "What, you want me to call you something like baby?"

Your hum of consideration encourages him to continue, palms sliding down the sides of your bare thighs and lowering himself at a pace that matches the syllables of each word leaving his mouth. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time as a mischievous smirk lights up his stupidly handsome face. 

"Darling? Babe? Lovely sweetheart? Or…" His voice gets thicker, more gravelly until he's finally on his knees and peering up at you. "A vixen? Seductress? Little whore? My slut?"

His hands sneak upwards again, pausing when they're hidden under the pleat of your skirt. 

"Still, you'll always be my dear best friend." He acknowledges and for some reason, it fills you with a comforting sense of reassurance.

And then he waits, hoping — praying — to get your permission.

The coy way you lift up the skirt in no way matches the cute grin you flash at him. Biting your pointer finger as you reveal your pretty pussy for Chan, its puffy lips spread by the continually soaked thong stuck between them. His eyes flick almost nervously away from yours to get a look, letting out a strangled moan at the sight. 

Automatically drawn like a bee to honey. His heart thumps anxiously when your fingers bury in his bangs to yank at them, halting him just short of being able to stick his tongue out for a taste that he already misses. He whines, fully surrounded by the heady scent of your arousal and unable to feast. But you have something to tell him first.

"You can't make me cum."

"What? Why? Need to stretch — "

"No. I already spent hours practicing with my thirteen-inch, so it'll be fine. We're doing this so you know what the telltale signs are when I'm about to cum when this," you briefly release his hair so manicured nails can pet the outside of your glistening wet cunt, "is wrapped around your dick." You smile when he moans quietly at the revelation and you tug lightly again at silky strands, eager to hear more before you absolutely break him. "And don't you want to see me squirt?"

"God, yes."

You shove his face between your inner thighs. "Then this'll help, baby boy. So, don't you dare let me cum unless it's on your cock."

Chan really can't protest against what you call him and honestly wouldn't want to because that would mean leaving the delectable meal he's finally being allowed to dine on. Though your thong remains in the way, he uses it to his advantage. Sucking all the wetness out of it with a hearty groan of appreciation, pushing it back between your folds, and running his tongue that put it there in zig-zag motions along the sorry excuse for fabric. Then repeating the same motions on either side of the bare supple pussy lips that clench at every nibble, suck, and brush on them.

It isn't very long until he gets frustrated by its restrictions though, feeling outrageous at how jealous he's getting of a piece of cloth that gets to wrap around your cunt all the time. Like you can read his mind, you pull him off with breathless laughter at his inevitable moan of sadness and mumble words of reassurance that you're doing it for his benefit.

He can't really hear with the rush of adrenaline roaring in his ears but he surely sees how you rip the offending thong away. It tears easily, falling apart at its most sodden point. And finally, your pussy is truly bare all for him and he rushes to dive back in. Slurping and sucking at your drenched hole like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert.

Again, Chan's intentions were to leave you weak with the magic his mouth and tongue could work but you don't really allow him. His neck's cranked at an awkward angle as you continue to grip at his hair and smother his lips and tongue with your cunt, sloppy ruts back and forth causing your clit to catch and bump against his nose. He doesn't mind even if he's ninety-nine percent positive this is how you'd get off on one of your toys — no, he definitely has not imagined that — but he's not complaining.

There's something in the way that you're utterly using him like he's nothing but an object for your ultimate pleasure. It has the blood rushing down to swell up his cock even more. And maybe he's willingly happy to do so. Offering his body for your pleasure, making sure to stiffen his tongue so it will hit part of your clit as you move and grind all over his face. 

It's kinda hot. He also might be enjoying this a little too much.

And just as his eyes roll up for the umpteenth time out of delicious, delirious dizziness, he feels it. 

The buildup must have been when you started humping his chin shamelessly, slamming down harshly enough that he's sure he'll have bruises to show off. Settling more and more of your weight forward to arch your back, breasts heavy as they follow gravity, and your nipples visibly poke through the crop top's thin material. 

Your hips jerk up and away a few times, the subtle wiggle in them certainly has your ass jiggling cutely. He also notes how your "ah" moans turn to "mhms", positive you're biting your lip with closed eyes and a pleased grin. By now the hands tangling in his hair have made their way to the back of his head and Chan knows one thing for sure.

You're on the brink of climaxing.

And as much as he wants you to make more of a mess on his face, he's a little afraid of what you might do — or might not do — so he obediently, but regretfully backs away and sinks down to sit on his heels. Pathetic, the way he has to simply watch like a good boy as your slit flutters above him and you release the death grip hold you had on his poor hair.

Once all of your weight is supported by the wall again, you slide down it to plop on the floor. A sheepish grin on your face as you praise him for doing such a great job, reveling in what a sexy, fucked-out look he's wearing — mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and a shiny mix of sweat and arousal decorating his face as his eyes struggle to refocus while he catches his breath.

He embarrassingly thinks you might kiss him when you lean in. Only to jolt with surprise at your hand slipping into his back pocket and he flinches after you squeeze at his well-shaped ass with a naughty giggle. 

"A souvenir," you murmur in his ear and he feels the spongy ball of your torn thong when he stands like it's a gold coin weighing down his jeans.

"Can't believe you ripped those yourself."

"Can't believe you didn't rip them."

"Didn't wanna ruin them," he admits because he'd honestly feel bad. Though you shoot him a funny look that he doesn't quite understand as he assists your wobbling frame on the walk to the bedroom.

"Dude, you've already ruined so many, what's one more pair?"

"Huh?"

It's amazing how serious you are when you ask, "Don't you remember how wet I've been getting thinking about your dumb cock? Almost ran out of panties to wear."

With that admission, Chan is immediately rushing you down the hallway and has you on his bed at record speed. It's so comical that you have no choice but to once again fall into that giggly headspace like earlier as you help one another strip each other's clothes off.

"God, why are you like this? Such a fucking little tease."

"You love it."

"Hm, yeah," he looks at you with such tenderness, "guess I do."

You verbally agree even as you grab at his wrist before he can throw his boxers to the ground. "Hand 'em over. It's only fair if you have mine," you point out when he raises an eyebrow.

"Someone's full of surprises."

"Well, somebody's loved all of them so I'm sure he'll like this one too."

Though he falls onto his back easily when you push him down, he can't help but raise concern. "I get that you… practiced, but wouldn't a better position be with me on top? You'll like — "

"And I get that you liked being used like a dildo, baby boy." 

You miss the chagrined look that rapidly spreads across Chan's pretty face at the callout. But that's okay because you turn around to throw a leg over and straddle his prone body, staring at your prize of the night — the fattest dick you've been fantasizing about in the flesh.

"Thanks for these, by the way." You send a wink at him over your shoulder, waving the boxers that dangle off your pointer finger. "Need something to bite onto," you add and moan when you deliberately let your tongue meet the salty patch of precum smeared on them before clamping the black cloth between your teeth.

His heavy cock jerks up, already overwhelmed by everything you're doing. His hips follow suit, also lifting once the feeling of your dripping cunt soaks his abs as you sit and press him back against the bed and reach a hand out. He groans, clutching at the blanket when your palm rubs at the sensitive skin. You marvel at how your decently sized fingers fail to fully wrap around the entire girth.

It already weighs a ton laying against the hand you're using and struggling to prop it up. Shining in all its glory from the excess that's leaked and coated it thoroughly. You seem happy to add to it and Chan's eyes widen at the couple of clear globs of arousal that drip out of your cunt, aided by two free fingers spreading your pussy lips and contracting your inner walls to squeeze them out. And then you sink a little lower, kissing the tip of his cock with your clit before rubbing the thick head between your folds.

"You're… you're so w-wet, mhm, fuck!" He's already on the brink of tears and this is just the beginning. And the gasping man might've just let out a sob at the sight of both of your hands shaking, clasped around his dick as you position it at the right angle and slowly ease the tip inside. "God, 'n so soft," he fucking gargles out due to how much he's drooling.

You're no better off. The saliva that's pooling in your mouth at the delightful ache and burn has completely saturated his boxers. They do nothing to muffle your moans that only grow higher in pitch with the few additional inches you attempt to take, a little more each time. But at least you won't grind your teeth together, plus you're buried in the taste and scent of Chan's essence. Even more so as you topple forward, nails digging into his shins.

It's almost humiliating. How you've ended up face-planting into the mattress and your hips take on a mind of their own, humping up and down midair yet still on the top of his cock. Circling and gyrating as they attempt to both run away and plop firmly up and down onto the hard, thick length begging to fully bury into your tight cunt that's slowly widening to accommodate. 

Luckily, it's not like Chan can make fun of or even blame you, focusing everything he can on not thrusting up into your wet heat on his own accord right now out of consideration. The man understands it's a stretch, a painful one at that.

He doesn't mind staying mildly distracted. There's so much to take in. Ogling the way your ass bounces and jiggles, pornographic sound effects of his cock absolutely bullying your pussy as it squelches in and out. Filling the room with nasty noises audio porn wishes it could truly replicate amid both of your pants, moans, groans, and whines.

It feels like forever until his length has finally made its home within your squishy walls that welcome it inside with a multitude of affectionate squeezes. But honestly, that barely lasts because your hips refuse to let up and once the stretch no longer burns as much and instead melts into mind-numbing pleasure, all you can do is ride him into delirium. And Chan fucking loves it, continuing to watch how your ass reverberates with each downward slam accompanied by the sting of ass cheeks slapping against his stomach over and over again.

"S-so slutty f'me, b-best friend actin' like a whore on my dick."

"Ah, mm… cock… your cock! It's makin' me act slutty!"

"Yeah? You like being my slutty best friend, baby?"

You lug your head onto the leg you'd been riddling with love bites and salivating all over after spitting out his ruined boxers, looking tearfully in his direction. Cross-eyed with a goofy smile on your face at how fucked-out you've become as your clit grinds against his squishy balls that tighten, firm, and fill up with each thud of your hips. 

"Mhm… yeah."

"You gonna be my slutty baby from now on?"

"Ohhh, touch me Channie… please!"

"Since y-you asked so nicely." He squeezes at your ass cheek though it's quickly wrenched out of his grasp because you can't stop moving. "But I… I asked you a question." And then his palm flies out, skin meeting skin in a loud crack against your other cheek. As if it's actually a punishment. "My pretty whore's too fucked out to answer, h-huh?"

"Mhmph! More… more!"

A gasp leaves your mouth and impossibly, your hips only speed up before they suddenly halt. Practically screaming at this point with how good your best friend's cock is buried so deeply and fully seated inside as you somehow manage to sit up with inhuman strength. 

Oh, but your darling Channie knows why.

He lazily grins, empty mind now playing all the signs through his head along to the same moments happening in real-time. You have a death grip on his thighs, certain he'd really impale you in a morbid way if you lose your hold as you bounce haphazardly. How nice, he decides to aid you — giving into the urges to thrust up into your suffocating little cunt whenever you rise up so you constantly remain stuffed full every single time.

Your back does its arch thing and he runs a hand down the curve, pushing down ever so gently as he takes over. It's his turn for a slapping assault, his balls returning the favor on your tender clit that pokes and rubs at them, egging on the brutal pace you started in the first place.

"Gonna squeeze the life outta me," and you clench even tighter around him so that even the air in his lungs is sucked out by the squeeze of your cunt. "You wanna murder me with that sweet pussy of yours? Choke the life outta me, sweetheart? Like the well-behaved little whore that you are?"

Chants of "yes, yes, yes" fall in between salacious moans of "mhms" and "fuck Channie, so good" and it fuels Chan into true unleashed feral mode. The addition of the white ring forming at the base of his cock in no way, shape, or form is helping to reign him in at all. He presses appreciative bruises into the skin of your hips, aiding your sore and tired legs with the powerful strength of his arms.

"A creamer too… oh my god, what can't your cunt do baby, fuck — so freakin' perfect."

"All… all for you!"

Chan laughs and it's mean, a petulant frown causing your lips to jut out at his mocking tone. "For me? You gonna be a-all mine from now on? Let me be the only one t-to stretch this sweet hole out?"

Ongoing cries of "yes" mixes and slurs with "yours" but it's enough for him, especially when you manage to moan out with a promise that you're definitely his slutty whore and will only be his forever.

That pleases him, an elated grumble rumbling in his chest. "Gonna fill 'er up real good and you'll swallow me whole baby. Feel me for days, drippin' outta — ah, shit!" 

His voice cracks, the hands assisting your movements haul your hips up and then down, anchoring them firmly against his pelvis. You peer over your shoulder at him in utter dismay at suddenly being empty. His missed cock trembling without your warmth, flopping hot and hard against your stomach. Granting a helpful outside visual of how deep it can drill up into your cunt. But that's kind of useless when you already experienced it first-hand, so all you can do is send Chan a weepy glare.

"S-sorry babe, we just, I should probably… " His eyes dart to the unopened drawer of his nightstand. "Gonna throw a condom on."

You let out a scoff of disbelief and discontent, surly brat behavior poking through. "Doesn't matter, wanna feel you fill me up. 'N then squirt it all out, won't matter anyways."

"That's not how it works."

Chan's grateful the usual post-nut clarity somehow hit before. It's still awful timing and might have been a complete mood killer but you're both so worked up — you in particular — it doesn't seem to matter. Even as he nudges you off while reaching for a package, you back up and try to grind against his cock to change his mind. But you reluctantly give up, especially when he ends up reacting with a harsher hiss more from rolling the latex down the sensitive length than your plump ass rubbing it. 

You're honestly a little offended. 

He hushes and tries to soothe you. Fumbling with the slick mess around your gaping hole and dipping inside occasionally with one hand as he works on the condom. But you know for a fact you've been ruined because you barely feel a thing after your cunt's been stretched out for and filled specifically with his huge cock. 

Now you just wish he'd ultimately finish the job of ruining you. Oh, and maybe continue some more after. And a lot. 

You grimace because you're able to think too much. And then Chan's finally all ready to go and your cheek is suddenly pressed into the rumpled sheets, nipples brushing deliciously against them. You're pushed onto your forearms and he helps widen your knees at a spread angle so your pussy is fully presentable and gapingly accessible. 

"Good thing I'm flexible." 

"Yeah," Chan licks his lips, "just as I'd expect from my sweet slut." 

"You gonna fill this slut up then, Channie or — " 

You're cute off by the squeal at his cock ramming back inside of where it belongs. Meanwhile, he chuckles darkly, running a hand through sweaty bangs as he tries to distribute weight solidly with how he's risen to his knees. Finding little support from the mattress to support the onslaught of powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy and discovers a better method with a tight hold of your hips where his hands instinctively fall. 

"Best way to shut a whore up is to fuck them." He clicks his tongue in disapproval because you're nuzzling face-first into the bed, muffling the sounds that drive him crazy. "Doesn't mean I don't wanna hear you moan f'me, baby."

What he doesn't know is you're trying to find something to bite into that won't end up being your poor tongue. 

To manhandle you as he sees fit, Chan's fingers slip down to splay around where your vocal cords lie. Thumb digging beneath your jawline into the soft fleshy skin of your neck. Teasing you with a not-quite-there chokehold that causes you to pulsate around the cock sliding in and out with little resistance thanks to the help of the slick that pools endlessly out of your core. 

Then he's turning your head to the side to watch your eyelids flutter rapidly. Noticing how your jaw is clenched, teeth practically gnashing at each push into you that now relentlessly strokes that bundle of nerves. Taking pity, he lends a finger. Prying open your mouth and not caring when you bite down on it with a ferocity that could break skin — that's what he offered it for anyways — though it will definitely leave behind bruising indents that'll take days to heal. 

But he wouldn't care if you ended up breaking his bones too. With the way he's driving his dick over and over into you like a madman, he possibly could break something by that alone. The new position benefits the both of you greatly, granting him a better angle to reach deep and you find comfort in the way his body lays against yours. Pressing you down further into the bed, the weight comforting.

Even through the latex, he can feel the little bump of nerves his tip brushes against that's just rough enough to make him shiver. He purposefully aims his pelvis to be able to hit it each time. The lone arm at your hip wraps around your abdomen and he moans at how he can feel the bulge of skin pressed against his forearm from the size of the monster dick within you. 

It drives him feral, punctuating each sharp thrust with a praising hiss of, "Best. fuckin'. pussy. ever!"

And then it's happening. You can literally see the tightly-wound knot unraveling. Can feel as it loosens while your cunt suctions around his cock in a hard, vice-like grip. You cling around him, refusing to let him leave your warmth for a second. Not even daring to let him slide even a bit out. Though he wouldn't even think of it. As the mental ties come undone in your brain, so does your body — plummeting over and free-falling off the cliff of pleasure.

White flashes across your vision as your body writhes and shakes beneath Chan. Overcome by how fucking amazing it feels to be so full with the devastatingly huge dick of the person you care about the most tearing apart your insides. You're sobbing, tears drenching your face and where it lays. 

Chan's praising you through it all, complimenting how good you are for him, how perfect everything about you is, and how only you — his bestest, sluttiest, sweetest friend — could take him so well.

"Fuckin' knew you would be the one," he confesses and presses a kiss against your neck. It's so tender, full of love and gentleness despite how his hips cruelly still haven't let up, and it makes you wail even louder. "Ever since you smiled at me. Now, c'mon sweetheart 'n give it all to me. Show's only just gettin' started."

He's guiding you through the most intense orgasm you've ever had as it spirals from a crashing wave into a soon-to-be gushing waterfall. Yes, you've squirted before. But never with such a delightful buildup like this. And he knows you can take it, knows it's what you want as he coaches himself to hold off from his own finale. You let out a hearty moan, shaking at the overstimulation and feeling him twitch repeatedly inside. Almost as if his dick itself is begging for your release so it can do the same.

Your body listens and obeys, utterly charmed by your best friend's cock. Not like that would change the impending fate bound to happen anyway. Your cunt expels him out with a spray that splashes against his abs and drips down his thighs. Chan swears and grabs his length that bobs in the air upon being freed, fingers holding the condom tightly at the base like a makeshift cock ring. 

Furiously jerking off just a little bit to reach completion and then he's emptying what feels like a life's worth into the poor condom that can barely contain it. Unlike your pussy that would take it all if given the chance. It inflates, ballooning out and filling up with so much cum it's threatening to pop. As if it wasn't working overtime, straining around the sheer size of his cock.

It's so full and heavy, gravity weighing it down to flop against your folds that squirt out a tiny bit more upon contact that has your legs seizing. Your lower body — now growing numb — was somehow still sustained by Chan's insane one-arm strength until he flops onto you. Bringing you both down onto the wet mess on the bed.

"Get off, you're heavy," you grouch though a dumb smile lights up your blissed-out face.

He laughs breathlessly and rolls onto his side, bringing you into his arms and looking at you with stars in his eyes. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent you never want to be without now that you've been fully encompassed by it in such an intimate manner. So you wait, feeling the way your hearts both beat rapidly and he takes a deep breath. Chest expanding as his lungs fill with much-needed air after so much exertion. 

Anticipation brims from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes when Chan finally asks, "Hey, do you still think size doesn't matter?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Definitely not the question you were expecting.

There's a lively spark still dancing in his tired eyes and you match it with a playful smile. "I'm not really sure, I think you'll have to prove it to me a few more times."

"Suppose there's still a lot of condoms we can't let go to waste."

"Aw, you don't want me to make you some balloon animals?"

"That offer is tempting but…" Sneaky hands tickle the swell below your breasts and you giggle, half-heartedly batting him away. "Not as much as you are."

"And you know… there's still a lot of chances to confirm some things while we test out whose theory is right."

"Confirm what, my dear? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I've already staked my claim on what's mine." It's embarrassing how easily Chan can read you, a know-it-all smirk on his face as he cups your warm cheek oh-so-lovingly. "My slutty bestie's the only one who can take my cock like a champ, there's no way I'm letting you go now."

It's even more embarrassing that your heart and sore hole flutter at crude words that totally shouldn't make you feel like a silly fool in love. But because you are, it only makes you fall harder.

"So, you're mine now too?"

"If that's okay with you."

And of course, it's okay with you, you verbally affirm. Feeling his smile against your own when he leans in to kiss you. You'll confirm later that size really doesn't matter.  After all, you just happen to be lucky that your bestie-now-turned-boyfriend has a huge cock to complement the equally huge amount of love he has stored for you in his heart.

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

[vampire-scones]

Steve pretends to hate Billy’s music. Billy isn’t shy about sharing his music tastes. He loves blaring Scorpion’s ‘Rock you like a hurricane’ and he is coming into the schools parking lot. He loves playing Mötley Crüe’s ‘Too Fast for Love’ down the highway. His Too Fast for Love cassette is getting worn out, he needs to replace it. So when Steve starts getting picked up by Billy he, genuinely at first, complains about how loud the music is. Says he can’t tell how Billy can even stand to listen to them and isn’t he concerned about loosing his hearing? Even with Steve being partially deaf it’s still too much for him. Billy just shrugs and says he likes the loud.

As the months continue, Steve can’t help but smile when he hears the distant sound of Poison’s ‘Look what the cat dragged in’ from beyond the video store walls, signally Billy is there to pick him up. He can’t help but notice that Billy turns down his music a little when Steve gets in the car. Tommy Lee’s drums don't echo in his chest any more.

He's grown to find comfort in the 'hair metal'. Billy told him that's what the stuff he listens to is called. He doesn't know exactly why. He still teases Billy about it the music sometimes. Whines that it hurts his ears or that they are waaay too out of pitch. Billy just nods and says 'mhm.'

So for Billy's birthday, just to let him know that he does actually like his stuff, he gets him a new copy of 'Too Fast for Love'. He also splurges a bit and gets him 'Shout at the devil' and Poison's 'Open up and say aaaah'. The store clerk had been very patient with him when he had tried to describe the first Motley Crue cassette by telling him the song lyrics from it.

So he hopes all that social embarressment has paid off. And when he gives them to Billy on his birthday while they are sitting on the hood of the camero he can see in his eyes that it is. And he can't explain why, but now, Motley Crue is one of his new favourite bands.

[jkbabiey]

mess it up • mark lee

wc: ~1.6K notes: cute little drabble for u guys starring my boi mark lee; all my gracie abrams stans will understand the references ;) it's angsty guys, so... yeah, enjoy!!

"hello?"

it was a little past 3 in the morning when mark was woken up by the ringing of his phone and your name on his screen. he hadn't given in on your first try, nor on the second. it was the third time you called him that night and mark was having a hard time not picking up.

but it wasn't the first time you did this. nor the second.

"hi," you said, your voice whispered and unstable.

you hadn't spoken in the past two weeks or so. not after you decided to play with mark's heartstrings for the millionth time, completely ignoring his undying feelings for you.

as if you had no idea they even existed.

mark and you had met during childhood, by chance, due to his inability to kick a soccer ball in the right direction - it ended up hitting you in the face and chucking your freshly-bought strawberry ice cream straight to the floor. he bought you a new ice cream (mixing up the flavors and buying a bubblegum-flavored ice cream instead). one year later, after you became self-proclaimed best friends, mark showed up by your window with a bucket of strawberry ice cream in his hands and a confession of his love for you in the tip of his tongue, promising to treat you right and to never get your ice cream order wrong again.

nothing ever worked out in mark's favor tho. you were awfully quick to dismiss his feelings, watching the disappointment settle in his eyes. crestfallen he walked back home and that same night, at around 1 am, without your parents knowing, you sneaked out to throw rocks at marks window, proposing to forget about that little bump and spend the night watching movies and eating strawberry ice cream. mark promptly accepted your proposal, letting you in.

that became the one topic neither you nor mark ever touched again. you never acknowledged the intense feelings mark nurtured for you every time you hung out at his or your house, and that became harder and harder for you, because if there was anything mark was awful at doing was hiding any emotion behind those eyes. his eyes never lied, especially when they settled on you and shined like he had never graced a more beautiful star.

so on your 19th birthday, you kissed him on the mouth, absolutely inebriated, after noticing the way he kept marveling at you as you swayed your hips side to side, with those big bright eyes of his. your lips were soft against his and you smiled at him after it ended, just to walk back to your group of girlfriends to keep dancing like you hadn't just kissed your best friend.

mark finally got the guts to bring it up again the day after your birthday, shyly muttering that he didn't think he had changed much from when he was 13 and in love with you. he remembers you just starring at him right in the eyes after the words left him, before your lips tentatively pecked his. right before your hands started wandering through parts of his body no one had ever touched before. right before you took his virginity and made him fall ten times harder for you.

just for you to ghost him for three whole months after it. you stopped answering his texts and calls. whenever mark tried to come to your place it was your mom opening the door and magically you were never home.

and then you called him one random night, crying, asking him to come over. he did. and just like that you were best friends again.

mark would always give you anything you asked from him, including the sudden kisses you stole from him, and the nights of pleasure in the middle of his sheets, from time to time. you took it all. and you took all that while still claiming to be his best friend and nothing more when your friends asked if you two were dating.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you up?" you asked through the phone. mark could tell you weren't home and had been crying.

"well, it is 3 am" he chuckled, trying to ease the nerves he knew were overflowing in your system. you chuckled too, muttering a small 'right'. "are you alright?"

"yeah... are you?"

"yeah."

it was silent after that. all you heard was his calm breathing and all he heard was your quick one paired with the sound of your sniffles. "can i come over?" you whimpered. mark could picture you with tearful eyes, biting down on your bottom lip to keep the cries from erupting.

you heard mark sigh. "y/n," he mumbled. "you can't keep doing this."

it had happened again. the running. it was as if a switch turned in you as soon as mark mentioned any type of love he nurtured for you. and you proved your avoidant nature once again two weeks ago when after a whole night spent in mark's bed, he let out the tiniest 'i love you' as he came inside you. it amazed him how you immediately freed yourself from his embrace after it was over, putting on your clothes in a rush and getting out of his room without saying a word or looking back at his resentful eyes for a second.

"i know mark, i just- please," you cried.

"dude, i'm serious. we've been doing this for years," you said, the anger he felt finally showing in his voice, even though he tried to sound as gentle as possible. "you can't keep giving me hope, just to freak out when i talk about the love you know i have for you. it's not like you're unaware of it. I've told you. and I'll tell you as many times as it takes for you to understand how i feel about you!"

"i know how you feel," you said, your voice wavering and mark closed his eyes at the sound burying his face in the palm of his hand. "i know, but I'm not ready to be what you want me to be. i can't do it-"

"well, you do a terrible job at showing that. you think kissing me is a good way of showing me you want nothing to do with me?"

"that's not-"

"y/n stop! if that's how you feel don't fucking call me at three in the morning asking to come over! just leave me alone."

"but i miss you," you cried, full sobs echoing through the call now. "I'm sorry. i can't stay away from you like that. you're my best friend!"

"that's not what i want to be tho!" he said, tone getting exponentially louder and he had to remind himself his parent were sleeping downstairs. "what do you not get? i want to be your boyfriend," he continued and heard your cries intensifying again. "you can't keep this up." he muttered, voice tired and heavy. "you come and go as you please, literally playing with my feelings. because you know i love you and I'll give you anything you want. you want to come over? fine. you want a kiss? okay. you want sex? I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything and you take advantage of that every fucking time. if you don't feel the same way, please, just stay away. let me get over this because if you just keep coming back i won't ever move on. you'll just keep hurting me."

by now, you could clearly hear mark's voice getting heavy with tears he was probably holding back for your sake.

"i know i never was the best to you. i'm sorry. i'm sorry i made you cry tonight. i didn't mean to," you said, sniffling in the middle of your words. "i love you."

and just like that you hung up. immediately, mark broke down in his bed. his back pressed against his mattress, his hands covering his wet eyes as his chest heaved quickly in the darkness of his room. the last thing he ever wanted was to make you feel bad about anything. he loved you with his whole body and soul and had to struggle with himself to not call you back after your quick 'i love you'. but then he would keep walking in circles and letting you walk all over him once again.

he wouldn't give in. not this time.

he fell asleep with a heavy heart and a pounding head - missing your fourth call.

'pick up dude' - y/n, 4:04 AM

'bro i was actually outside your place this whole time. can u come open the door? let's talk fr' - y/n, 4:05 AM

'pls it's freezing' - y/n, 4:05 AM

'do i have to throw rocks at your window again?' - y/n, 4:06 AM

'fine, i'll just go home then' - y/n, 4:08 AM

'i get that you're very angry at me, but I love you. i'm sorry if i fell out of line when i called you. I want to take this seriously, you'll just have to guide me through it all because I'm very very VERY scared. u know i never had a boyfriend, right? please call me when you see this. pls pls pls call me, even if you hate me and don't want to date me anymore.' - y/n, 4:27 AM

'can't lose you.' - y/n, 4:27 AM

[seren1tyhaze]

Vibration

PAIRING: dilf!mark lee x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

SUMMARY: Going home with Jaemin after another date leads to a night (and morning after) that you will never forget. Especially after you meet his incredibly hot Uncle Mark.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I present my official gift to my fellow Markfs for our beloved Mark Lee's birthday. This has been a long-standing, half-finished wip that was heavily inspired by MarkLeeInARobe2023 during that one live during tds2 where we are all pretty sure he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hope you all had a wonderful Mark Day and that you enjoy this gift from me to you :)

WARNINGS: explicit smut, alcohol consumption, mild swearing

PLAYLIST: Vibration by Mark Lee, Daddy Issues by Demi Lovato

Beast on the loose, rocking on Close your eyes and look Feel the vibration Do you feel alive?

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“Shhhhhh…Jaem! We are going to get in trouble!” you squeal, dodging the tall man’s grabby hands as you wobble, almost dropping into the sparkling water of the pool under the night sky.

“Loosen up, silly,” he slurs back, bottle of tequila dangling from his long fingers dangerously over the slate tiles under your bare feet.

A third date with a cute guy from the IT department at work had turned into after dinner drinks and after after dinner drinks and dancing and shots and now you were stumbling around in the backyard of Jaemin’s house…?

“This is your house, right?” you ask, pausing and cocking your head to the right in punctuation as you watch him peel off his undershirt, his lightweight sweater long discarded half a bottle ago.

“I live here, yes,” he chuckles back, dropping down to let his feet dip into the light blue water of the beautiful pool set in the middle of the yard.

“My uncle is letting me stay with him for a few months before I find my own place.”

You take a moment to glance towards the large house in front of you. The entire back wall is floor to ceiling windows, giving a beautiful view of a modern and spacious kitchen, dim lighting illuminating granite countertops and shiny appliances. Jaemin’s uncle must be another one of these rich tech bros who never grew out of spending his money on shiny things. At least in this case you were benefiting from it.

You think you see some movement in the living room and are about to say something before you hear a loud splash and water shoots over your bare legs, dampening the flowy skirt of your thin dress.

Gasping, you shoot daggers at the smiley man in the pool, watching with interest as he dips his head back, running slender fingers through long auburn locks. You smile at him softly, tequila or lust clouding your judgment as you descend the stairs in the pool to meet him in the middle where your feet barely touch the bottom.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist underwater, pulling you closer to him as your dress billows out in the water, exposing you under the shimmering lights. A devious grin forms across his beautiful features as he tightens his grip on your waste and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Jaemin…don’t even think about it…” you warn, placing your hands on his shoulders preemptively.

Suddenly you are being tossed in the air and back into the water, head being pulled under the water and a muffled shriek bursting from your throat. You gasp for air as you break through the surface again only to find the charming boy in front of you laughing maniacally, clutching his middle underwater.

“Na Jaemin!” comes a loud voice, causing you both to snap your heads back towards the house, to find a blonde man with round wire frame glasses on the tip of his nose standing in black silk pajamas near the glass sliding door.

Jaemin is suddenly next to you and your heart is racing as the man takes another step closer to the pool, stepping into the moonlight. The rippling water of the pool is casting bright flashes across his face and strong frame, pants hugging his thighs before flaring out in a perfectly tailored length. His hair is on the longer side, similar to Jaemin’s but a beautiful pale blonde, dry and silky.

“Uncle Markkkk,” Jaemin slurs, tossing an arm around your shoulder, hand tangling instinctively in your long wet hair. You shrug violently in an attempt to get away from him, blush flaring up on your cheeks as you meet the stern man’s gaze.

“It’s late, use the indoor hot tub if you’re going to be out here. I don’t need pissed off neighbors,” he adds before turning on his heel to head back in the house. You don’t miss how his plump ass is accentuated by the silky material and have a hard time dragging your eyes away. Before he’s even out of sight, Jaemin’s hands are hungrily all over you again, sliding up your wet back to massage your shoulders.

“Jaemin, stop,” you warn, avoiding his kiss with a shake of your head. Getting caught has thrust you back to an embarrassed reality and you’re already plotting your escape via a long Uber ride back to your apartment.

“Don’t worry about Mark, he’s cool, I promise,” Jaemin coos, connecting his lips with your neck, wicked tongue making quick work at marking the skin there.

You melt under his touch, weak for that particular spot, and close the gap to connect further with his chest. Slotting your lips with his, you lick behind his teeth greedily, wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing against his lips.

“Fine, but take me inside, you owe me a shower and warm clothes,” you whisper against his mouth, linking your legs around his waist and grinding against his crotch as a silent promise.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and sun streaming through the window. It feels late but when you check your phone you realize it was around the time you would wake up on a weekday. The house is silent and Jaemin’s backpack is gone from where he had messily strewn it the night before.

A note on his desk indicates he had been called into the office on this peaceful Saturday to deal with a possible data breach and you are welcome to anything in the kitchen. You check your phone to realize he’s already sent you money for an Uber and your heart sinks. He was cute, cuter than you usually went for and way too nice for you. You now know this has to be the last date with him, your commitment issues flaring up.

Mk usually plays tennis on Saturdays so the coast should be clear. Call me later xx

You sink into his desk chair, crumpling the note and letting it fall into the small waste basket. After a quick wash of your face and brush of your teeth, you shrug into one of Jaemin’s oversized hoodies, letting it drop long on your thighs and covering the boxer briefs he had lent you last night. Combing through your hair with your fingers, you pull the hood up over your head and pad downstairs, louder than you would have in someone’s home.

Making your way into the kitchen, you go straight to the fridge, yanking it open to find glass bottles of water lining the door. You uncap one and take it down in one gulp, thirsty beyond belief.

“Jaeminnie, we need to talk about last night,” comes the same voice who had startled you by the pool the night before.

You freeze, pushing the fridge door shut slowly. In the hoodie and boxers, with your hair and frame covered, you know you could easily be mistaken for the boy you had gone home with. You had similar build and heights and a quick glance over your shoulder confirms that Mark hadn’t lowered the newspaper he was reading.

“You can’t just keep fucking every beautiful girl you meet in my pool. What would my brother say about how I’m letting you spend your summer?” he continues in a condescending tone as you back up against the island, nervous to turn around.

“And by the sounds of you two in the shower, it sounds like she’s sexy as hell and quite the catch, so don’t you think it’s about time you settled down?” he finishes, lifting his tone up in a question, never lowering the paper.

You place the empty bottle down on the glossy countertop and cross the kitchen to the table where he sits, placing manicured fingertips on the top of the paper to get his attention.

“Quite the catch? Sexy as hell? Oh do tell me more about this beautiful girl,” you reply with a smirk, pulling the newspaper from the shocked man’s face.

“Jesus, fuck, I’m so sorry…” Mark trails off as you push the hood off your head, shaking your locks temptingly and giving him a quizzical cock of your brow.

“Don’t be sorry,” you start, leaning your hip against the edge of the table as you watch panic wash over his face.

His face looks freshly washed with no doubt luxury skincare applied immediately after and he is lounging casually in a dark blue robe with white trim, ML embroidered in gold thread at the chest. His toned chest is peaking through, belt loose at the waist and legs spread wide, bare legs ending in soft slippers planted on the floor.

“I heard someone leave early so I assumed it was you. I had no idea you were still here,” he tries to explain, fidgeting with the dangling edge of the belt. His eyes are struggling to meet yours, as you train your gaze down at him with your hands now shoved in the hoodie pocket.

“He had to head to work. He said you wouldn’t be here,” you reply softly, now feeling bad for grilling him as he squirmed below you. He looked soft and sweet in the morning light, drastically different from the stern fatherly tone he took last night at the edge of the pool.

“Can I make you a cappuccino? Some eggs?” he asks, sitting up in the chair, bare knees bumping against yours and sending a shiver up your spine.

“Hmm I was thinking of how I could repay you for your hospitality. This is quite a beautiful home you have here, Uncle Mark,” you reply, brushing your hand across his that was resting on his knee.

He winces at the name but looks down at your hand on his, turning his over to let your fingers lace with his. The tips of his fingers are calloused and you silently wonder if he plays guitar, having noticed some framed records on the wall on the stairs.

“Mark, please, just Mark,” he replies, voice coming out gravelly, eyes dying to roll into the back of his head at the name.

“And it’s fine, I don’t know how to make eggs anyways,” he adds, squeezing your hand gently as you move your other to the belt at his waist.

“Of course a filthy rich guy like you doesn’t cook,” you reply lightly, dropping down to your knees, releasing his hand and placing both your palms on his knees, knocking the edge of the robe out of the way to expose his bare thighs. As far as you can tell, he isn’t wearing any underwear and the thought of his hardening cock bare against his thigh makes you squeeze your legs together.

Mark widens his legs as his eyes narrow, watching you sitting back on your legs in front of him, baggy material pooling around your thighs. Before you can reach to pull the knot of his belt loose, he leans down and you feel your eyes slide shut, assuming he’s going to kiss you. He chuckles instead, breath warm across your lips as he tugs at the hood of the sweatshirt.

“Take this off now,” he commands, sitting back up in the chair and pulling at the belt himself, letting it slip to the floor. The robe falls open, revealing a toned and lean torso accompanied by muscular arms. His cock is hard and flushed red against his stomach and an evil smile is spread across his lips.

As soon as you’ve removed the offending material, your eyes go immediately to his cock, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you take in the sight of him. He’s dripping with sex appeal and you can’t help but stare. He’s definitely older than you and Jaemin but can’t be too much older by the look of his physique. His face is young and the blonde dye of his hair makes it impossible to detect any grays, if he even has any.

“Now where’s that thank you I was promised?” he asks, tipping his chin down to speak to you, hand balled into a fist at his knee. His eyes continue trailing down, landing on your breasts being pressed together by your bare upper arms as your hands rest on your knees. You look like a dream kneeling before him in nothing but gray boxers and it’s taking everything in him not to fuck you over the counter top.

You lean forward, sliding your hands gently up his smooth inner thighs, taking his leaking cock in your hand and lowering your lips to the head. You listen as Mark’s breathing slows and hear a soft moan slide from his lips as you close your lips around him, running the point of your tongue over his sensitive slit.

You chuckle at the noise, sending vibrations across him, using your hand to work the base of his shaft as you kitten lick his head. You let your teeth drag lightly against him every once and a while, tasting his woody musk. You let your eyes slip shut, rocking back and forth on your knees, the energy coursing through your body making you feel more alive than ever.

A disgruntled noise from above draws your gaze up and his hand is suddenly in your hair, pulling the long locks into a ponytail to pull you off his dick.

“Come on, sweetie, I know you can do better than that. I heard how Jaemin fucked your throat last night - my bed shares a wall with the shower,” he grunts out, voice dripping with filth as he accurately recounts your actions from the night before.

Spurred on by his words, you take his cock deep in your mouth, brushing up against the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around him. You’re suddenly desperate to prove how well you can take him, despite being slightly bigger than Jaemin and holding far more confidence in the way he carries himself.

Mark lets out a high pitch yelp and you swear you can hear his voice break as he does, sliding his hand down your neck and to your upper back, causing you to shift forward and take him impossibly deeper. Your nose is pressed up into neatly trimmed hair and your eyes begin to water as he lifts his ass off the chair to thrust into your throat. You shift to accommodate him and look up through your lashes to him.

“Holy hell, that’s good,” he groans, arm muscles tensing as he digs his fingertips into your back, no doubt leaving bruises there.

You slide off him, dragging your tongue on the underside of his shaft and swirling around his tip. He squeezes his eyes shut tight behind his glasses, free hand pushing through strands of blonde that had fallen in front of his face.

Without much warning he is shooting warmth across your lips and chest, letting out a deep groan and reaching down to fist at himself through his orgasm. He looks down at you with a smile, lips curling up as if he’s about to say something devious.

“MELT! Babe, are you here?” comes a loud voice, echoing off the walls of the kitchen and causing you to pull back, heart pounding in your chest.

A tall, long-legged man in a polo shirt and athletic shorts appears, his socked feet coming to a stop at the sight of you on your knees on the glossy floor. His hair is dark and lightly permed, long bangs hanging perfectly over his eyebrows and a dainty gold chain laying against his tanned neck.

He gives you a long look up and down, eyes pausing on the cum glazing your lips as you freeze and dart nervous eyes over to Mark, who looks unbothered.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like Markie found something fun to do instead of tennis this morning,” comes his warm voice as he leans against the entryway to the kitchen.

“Ah Hyuckie, let me be, I texted you while you were golfing,” Mark says with a roll of his eyes and a huff, reaching a soft hand to your chin to pull you to your feet.

“Meet my not-so-better-half, Haechan,” Mark adds, comment directed at you as he brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth, licking away the remains of his release left there.

You gulp and drop your head sheepishly, looking down to your bare chest and covering it nervously with your arms. Twice in less than 24 hours you had been caught in a compromising position and this time you simply wanted to melt into the floor.

Haechan closes the space between you and you feel a hand in your hair, pulling you up gently to meet his gaze. His eyes are sparkling and beautiful, dark moles dotting his cheek and lips plump and soft.

“She’s cute,” he says to Mark, dipping his head down to brush his lips against your collarbone, tongue darting out to taste some of Mark’s cum on your skin.

“Tastes good too,” he adds with a smile.

“Did you enjoy sucking off my husband, darling?” he asks, dark eyes swimming with mischief. He looks breathtaking up close, features just as pretty as Mark’s and voice dripping with lust.

“Husband…” you trail off, unable to form a coherent sentence. You shoot daggers at Mark, who merely smiles and rolls his eyes again before moving to the coffee machine and starting to make another coffee.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

~~

[novy2sirius]

The funniest numerical energies

3 energy

This is the number of comedy itself. People with 3 energy in their birthday are very quick with their puns and quite witty. They may roast you a lot. They do have child like energy though, so depending on their other numbers at worst they can be obnoxious at times or really loud

• [Example] Kevin Hart - life path 3, Chris Rock - life path 3, Tana Mongeau - life path 3, Megan Fox - attitude # 3

7 energy

They’re one of the most intelligent numbers and studies show that being funny is actually linked to higher intelligence. You’ll find a lot of comedians are life path 7’s most often

• [Example] Dave Chappelle - life path 7 (also 8th month), Matt Rife - life path 7, Jack Harlow - life path 7/attitude # 7

8 energy

The number 8 looks like two 3’s put together. For this reason 8’s have a bit of 3 energy in the sense that they’re very funny

• [Example] KeKe Palmer - born on the 8th/attitude # 7, Druski - life path 8, Rebel Wilson - life path 8, Bobby Lee - life path 8, Jonah Hill - life path 8

9 energy

9’s are known for being great entertainers and are one of the most intelligent numbers which as I said earlier is linked to people being humorous

• [Example] Aubrey Plaza-life path 9, Jim Carrey-life path 9, Adam Sandler - born on September 9th

33 energy

This number has two 3’s in it (the number of comedy) which makes them very funny. Since they’re old souls they tend to be naturally very funny even in their childhood

• [Example] Albert Einstein - life path 33 (a lot of people don’t know but he was so funny, charming, and intelligent that even Marilyn Monroe wanted to date him but he turned her down), XXX Tentacion - life path 33

Honorable Mention: 13/31

• [Example] Theo Von - 31 life path with attitude number 13

[bloodmoonmuses]

the weatherman's weathered heart | mark lee

genre: weatherman! mark lee x reader, enemies to lovers, slowburn

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chapter one: coffee hit and run

This is the third time you’ve told yourself you’d stop drinking coffee, yet here you are again- preparing to do the literal opposite. Autumn has wrapped her fingers around summer’s waist, nippy morning air whistling through the crack of your bedroom window. Your cat, Luna, is napping on an armchair, making you jealous of her furnace-like warmth. You shrug on a denim jacket, a sturdy one passed down from your dad, then make your way down the block. Marnie’s, the ever beloved independent coffee shop in your hometown, is a seven minute walk from your house. 

The conveniency of such is where you place blame for your lack of a backbone. It’s also on your way to work, Jagerman Printing Co., making the practice of scooping up your double americano (with a hefty splash of half and half) a staple in your morning routine. 

A bell rings upon your entry and you shuffle into the short line. There’s three people in front of you: At the front of the line stands the town’s school bus driver. He gets a London fog, requesting half the amount of lavender syrup. Next is an artist type, struggling to hold a thick stack of photos in his hands as he orders his iced macchiato. You’ve seen him in your shop before, attempting to flirt with your coworker, Hongjoong, so he could get a discount on his prints. Finally, just in front of you, is a man in a suit. His hair is aggressively and artificially blonde, navy blue ensemble making it practically glimmer. He’s quite spiffy. Maybe he works at the bank, you think to yourself. 

The alleged banker gets an iced americano. Triple. With an extra shot of espresso. The cashier, Marnie’s eldest daughter named Minnie, jokes that he must be really tired. The blonde man scoffs, but in agreement says, “You have no idea.” He tips generously, 4 dollars and some change, then side steps to wait for his drink. 

Now it’s time to receive your poison. When she recognizes your face, Minnie says, “Your usual?” 

To which you say, “Yes, please.” You tip as well, walking over to the side counter to wait. You pull out your phone, opening it to see that Hongjoong has texted you.

HJ (derogatory): This newspaper intern is clueless. Typo on the order for this week’s batch. Need more prints.

You: omw soon. Chat her up, can’t afford any negative reviews. 

HJ (derogatory): No promises.

You rock back and forth on your feet, thinking about how many more newspapers the girl could possibly need. The most compelling news story you had read in the last year was about the town’s duck pond. This wasn’t exactly the New York Times. The error probably meant you’d be going into work a bit earlier tomorrow. Regardless, you liked your mundane job. Going into printing technology wasn’t the most glamourous, but where else does an affinity to paper and a concerning level of attention to detail lead you? 

The menial admin work, e-mails and scheduling brought you comfort. You liked managing your little team. Some projects were more fun than others: birthday invitations, wedding save-the-dates, highschool yearbooks… Disdain only arose in you when people didn’t know how to do their job. Like this intern. 

For some reason, the interns at the newspaper office across town were in and out like goldfish at a pet store. It felt like every other month you were having to explain to some poor kid how to properly put in a printing request for the coming week. Maybe you should do admin work over there. They’d probably think you were a genius. Or a magician. 

You’re snapped out of your internal dialogue by the feeling of being shoulder checked. Hard. A few seconds pass, during which you register the sensation of liquid soaking through your shirt. The scent of espresso enters your nostrils and you scoff at the situation. Did someone just… spill their coffee on you? 

You whip your head around, words caught in your throat, in an attempt to see who just ruined your morning. In a blur, you recognize the offender to be the blonde man who was in front of you in line. He’s running out of the door, half empty cup sloshing around in his frantic hand, while screaming into his phone. 

“What?! I didn’t approve that poor excuse of a fucking article!” he says. “…Already in print? I said no, that journalist, she-” 

“Hey!” You yell after him, looking at your chest in shock. “I think you spilled something!” 

The bell above the door rings, signaling the alleged banker’s exit. The man doesn’t even look back, too engrossed in his argument to care.

When the adrenaline begins to fade out, you make eye contact with Minnie, who you assume saw the entire exchange from her spot behind the counter. She places your double americano on the counter, the side of the cup with your name sprawled on it facing outward. You walk up to the counter and take the warm drink. 

While handing you some napkins, Minnie says, “At least his was an iced drink.” You look down at your cream colored top and the dark splotch that now adorns it. Fuck.

—

When you arrive at the printing shop, Hongjoong is beet red. The guy holds so much anger in that little body of his. He can be surprisingly intimidating, when the situation permits such.

“You do realize there’s a big difference between one hundred and one thousand, right?” Hongjoong says, voice laced with annoyance. 

The mousy intern shakes. “Yeah, but– I just figured, y’know… since this is a weekly order, you might’ve realized it was a typo on your own.”

Honjoong chortles. “Oh, so it’s my fault? Newspapers are an antiquated form of media to begin with, and I’m not really sure why we continue to deal with this bullsh-”

You interject, shooting the intern an apologetic smile. “Take it easy, big man. You’re not scaring anyone in that vest,” you say. The intern stifles a scoff. “We’ll just print the rest tomorrow. No biggie.”

“Um, ‘yes biggie’. I don’t wanna work overtime. Gotta finalize the design for those marathon flyers too,” Hongjoong retorts.

He gives you the up-down, taking note of your frazzled demeanor and adds, “What’s with the stain on your shirt?”

“I’ll do it then,” you sigh. “I’ve got nothing better to do. And the stain? Don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Hongjoong humphs. 

Sliding behind the front counter, you place your satchel and americano down at your desk. Then, you head to the back, grabbing the boxes of newspapers you do have printed. They’re still warm from the press, the scent of the ink calming you down- if only slightly. 

“Here’s a hundred copies. I’ll have the others by nine tomorrow morning. Just… be more careful next time,” you tell the intern.

“Got someone to help you carry these?” asks Hongjoong. The intern shakes her head. “I’ll carry them out. Which one’s your car?” The girl points and he promptly gathers the boxes. 

“Hey, by the way,” you say to the girl, “do you know why they need an extra three hundred? The order is usually seven hundred copies a week.”

“Something about an interview with a weatherman. The moms here really like him-”

The door to the shop opens again and you think it’s Hongjoong, but when you turn, it’s the man from the coffee shop. He’s still on the phone. Great. The offender of your coffee hit-and-run is here to add insult to injury. What are the odds of that?

“Speak of the devil…” the intern says under her breath. 

“I’m not exactly sure how the article got approved for print in the first place,” the man whisper-shouts into his phone. “I was told it was going to focus on my passion for meteorology or my down to earth persona. Not digging into my personal life. Whatever the intent, I want it scrapped. Entirely.”

Hongjoong now re-enters the shop, glancing at the suit-clad man, recognition flickering on his face. “Wow, we’ve got a small-town celebrity here in Jagerman’s? To what do we owe the honor?”

Finally, after hanging up the phone, the previously alleged banker says, “I’m here about the newspaper.”

“Just packed up the first batch of copies,” says Hongjoong. “Since when did you work for the newspaper?”

“I don’t work for the newspaper, I’m Mark… Mark Lee?” He says. Then, he looks at you expectantly.

Hongjoong simply laughs. 

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” You ask, agitation rising in your chest.

“Channel 127 News? Beloved weatherman and meteorologist?” Mark continues. 

Hongjoong laughs again. “A real big shot,” he says.

You shake your head. “Not ringing a bell.” 

At this, the bank- weather…man scoffs incredulously. “Well if you crack open one of those newspapers, you’ll see my face all over it.”

“Ah. Popular with the moms. Well, as I told this young lady here,” you gesture to the intern, “we’ll have the rest of the copies tomorrow. There was a misunderstanding with the printing order.”

“That’s what I’m here about. I don’t want them printed.” Mark crosses his arms.

“Well, they already are,” you huff. You had cut the intern some slack, but this guy? He’s a grown man pouting over some paper. And he spilled coffee on you. Honestly, you were more upset about the latter- and the fact that Mark seemingly has no recollection of this. Are you that invisible? Forgettable? 

Nevertheless, the weatherman persists. “Then I don’t want them distributed,” he says.

You cross your arms, mirroring Mark. “You have no authority over that decision.”

Mark exhales dramatically, pinching his nose bridge in frustration. “Are you always this rude to your customers?”

“Do you always spill coffee on unassuming printing technicians?” At this, Mark pauses, finally placing your face. As recognition floods his features you add, “Four shots of watered down espresso on my new shirt. It’s a shame really.” Mark’s face flushes.

“What could possibly be in this article that would make you come all the way here? The news station is on the other side of town,” you inquire.

Mark stammers. “It’s nothing-”

“An affair? Tax fraud? Oh my god, I’m the first to hear about Weatherman-Gate,” says Hongjoong.

You chuckle. “‘Small-Town Weatherman Commits Tax Fraud”. What a headline. I’d actually read that.”

“I didn’t commit tax fraud. I just… didn’t approve of the article. So that’s illegal, right?”

The intern tuts. “You undergoing the interview was the approval. No take backs.”

“‘No take backs’? Are you a toddler?” asks Mark.

“I’m 21,” she responds, chipper as ever.

“So, you are a toddler,” you and Hongjoong say in unison. 

“Jinx!” exclaims Hongjoong. “Buy me a coke after my shift?” You wave off his question, returning to the issue at hand.

“I’m sorry, but this isn’t my problem,” you say.

“Look, I’m sorry I spilled coffee on you, I am, but this is my livelihood. I’d really appreciate it if-”

“You’re gonna have to go to the newspaper office,” you contend. “Like I said, this isn’t my problem.” 

Mark goes quiet. As you turn to walk back to your desk, he whispers out a plea. The quiver in his voice makes you stop in your tracks.

“Please.” You spin back around to see that his eyes are now glassy. For a moment, you think he’s about to cry. 

You look over to Hongjoong. He’s not having any of it. Knowing him, he probably thinks this Mark guy is full of shit. However, you (unfortunately) have empathy. Whatever’s in this article, he doesn’t want it to come out. You sigh. The admin at the newspaper isn't gonna like this one bit.

“We only have a portion of them printed,” you confess. “If you can get the editor to change the article by tonight-”

Mark erupts into a gleeful cheer, effectively cutting you off. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He engulfs you into an awkward embrace, jumping up and down like a little girl. 

Hongjoong snaps a picture. “A lot of Facebook moms are gonna be jealous of you,” he says.

While in Mark’s hold, you remember the stain on your shirt. “One more thing.”

Mark immediately concedes, finally freeing you from his death grip. “Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything,” he says.

“You owe me a new shirt.”

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! thx for reading! <3

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

modern au!The Last Of Us headcanons 🖤🍟

(characters: Ellie, Dina, Abby, lev, Yara)

birthdays (the year being 2024)

Ellie - May 31st 2005, she’s 19 years old

Dina - February 8th 2003, she’s 21 years old

Abby - July 15th 2000, she’s 23 years old

Lev - October 31st 2010, he’s 13 years old

Yara - August 24th, 2007, she’s 16 years old

Full names:

Elizabeth ‘Ellie’ Ashley Williams

Dina Miriam Levi

Abigail ‘Abby’ Lee Anderson

Lev Quý Wu (hate to put this but it used to be Lily Quang Wu)

Yara Chún Wu

Now for headcanons:

Ellie plays electric guitar

Dina is a better chef than Gordon Ramsey

Abby becomes a doctor and owns a hospital

Lev is emo/alt

Yara loves Shakespeare plays

Ellie grew up in foster care

Dina was a straight A student

Abby plays basketball

Lev plays Tomb Raider lol

Yara lives for animal crossing

Ellie is good at voice acting

Dina once ate ketchup straight from the bottle for a dare

Abby hates the word froth

Lev has ptsd from a game of spin the bottle lol

Yara is the overprotective older sister that always makes Lev text her where he is, every 30 mins

All 5 of them are best friends and live in the same neighbourhood

Ellie once gave Lev beer and got him hammered, let’s just say Abby never let her babysit lev ever again

Dina likes to travel

Abby adopted Lev after their mum kicked him out for being trans (She didn’t adopt Yara cause they’re best friends and Yaras old enough o look after herself)

Lev tried to get a vape off of someone and Yara caught him

Yara loves the beach

Ellie is the QUEEN of ‘that’s what she said’ jokes

Dina falls off the bed in her sleep because she rolls around

Abby has her nose pierced

Lev spoke in the tiktok language for 2 month straight when he went on it for the first time

Yara has a diary

Ellie taught JJ to swear (his first word was bitch)

Dina swears at Ellie in Hebrew and tells her she’s saying ‘I love you’ and shit 🤭

Abby once didn’t sleep for 2 days

Lev would listen to Nirvana thanks to Ellie

Yara is always cold

Ellie loves ALL the classic rock bands - Nirvana, Green Day, Foo Fighters, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, The Sex Pistols, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, etc

Dina listens to Coldplay and The Name Game from American Horror story (Dina, Dina, Dina, Bo, Bina, Banna Fanna, Fo Fina, Fe Fi Mo Mina, Dina!)

Abby won’t admit it, but she is a simp for Rihanna

Lev likes K-Pop lmao, his fav is TXT (he finds their songs relatable 😭)

Yara would like twice (thanks to lev lol)

Ellies lesbian

Dinas bisexual

Abby says she straight but questioning

Levs pansexual

Yaras straight

Ellie would have a twilight phase, and would be team Jacob, but then she hated it lmao

Dina is dyslexic

Abby takes Lev trick or treating on his birthday

Lev watches hearstopper

Yara watches Karen freak out videos

Ellie is so FUCKING picky when it comes to food

Dina always gets headaches

Abby has 2 beers a day

Lev goes on character ai

Yara likes to hide under Levs bed and grab his shoes to scare him (I do this to my siblings and they hate me lmao)

Ellie writes cheesy love songs for Dina

Dina and Ellie have matching tattoos

Abby rarely has her hair down

Lev plays the sims 4 lol

Yara is always tired for some reason

Ellie has 15 bottle of lucozade a day

Dina always has a cup of tea

Abby eats raw onions

Lev thinks he’s hard because he vapes and drinks monster lol

Yara doesn’t know half of the mischief Lev gets up to when she or Abby isn’t there

How I think they look irl (I found these on Google okay don’t judge me credit to the actual ppl)

Ellie:

Dina:

Abby:

Lev (I love Ian Alexander so fucking much LOOK AT THEM):

Yara:

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Age: Nosho divided by zero.

First Pet? My family's German Shepherd named Döme. The first pet that was mine was a guinea pig. His name was Kormos (smoky/sooty).

First Word? As if my mother remembers 😂 All I know is that my father wanted it to be dezoxiribonukleinsav (DNA, but in Hungarian).

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First cellphone? A "hand me down" from my mother, an old... Nokia? If I remember correctly. Your typical "you're going to school and coming home on your own, here, in case you need it".

First concert? I don't remember... I'm pretty sure some kind of a rock concert though. I was raised on good music. The first one that I excitedly got tickets for on my own was when I was 15, one of my favorite bands was celebrating a birthday.

First foreign country you visited? I think it was Austria when I was a few months old!

First sport you ever played? Athletics from basically the day I could walk. Nothing specific at first, but I ended up being a good jumper and sprinter later. My true calling was probably discus/javelin/hammer, anything you can throw.

First career aspiration? It was constantly changing, but the focus point was always animals.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow" That's a tough one... maybe back when I was doing graphics extracurricular in school and we designed some background set for theatre, more specifically for an Oz play. The yellow brick road I worked on turned out pretty cool! I used to write poems too, some weren't too horrid 👀

Tagging, because I'm on time! Voluntary, as always, if you wanna pass, here, have this apple: 🍏 @ian-galagher @transmickey @deathclassic @gallapiech @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @mickeysgaymom @sam-loves-seb @heymrspatel @dynamic-power @blue-disco-lights @thepupperino @metalheadmickey @transsexual-dandelions @sgtmickeyslaughter @ms-moonlight-inn @palepinkgoat @krysmiss @callivich @rayrayor @francesrose3 @lee-ow aaaand anyone else my scrambled brain is forgetting.

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Chapter 9

Summary:It’s been a couple of months since the business has started the air to becoming colder in South Central area and celebrating Frankie’s birthday and one gift he will cherish forever, one day getting a call from Avi saying he wants to meet and with lapd breaking into Avi’s place then arresting Avi and Lee, Frankie wanted him out that day and had to cough fifty gs for the lawyer and that raises a couple of eyebrows at y’all. And now the coke is all officially gone then Frankie comes up with a plan to drive down to Oakland to meet Swim to end up finally meeting the man that we all were looking for…. Avi’s connect.

Warnings:afab-reader, n-word usage, cursing, minor character death, kissing, oral (female & male rec.),  sneak-peak of dad!frankie, making crack-rock, slight fear of heights

Word count:8.6k mdni+ Happy reading

This takes place in Season 2 ep. 1 and 2

Four Months Later 

The business is going good, really really good. You and Frankie were the only ones that was allowed back to Avi’s place from now on, walking into the cookhouse to see Louie stirring the mason jar, you grabbed a black bandana and wrap it over your nose then tying it behind your head and grabbing kitchen gloves, then pouring equal parts of the baking powder and coke in the mason jar with a little bit of water and stirring in the water. Lee and Kev were breaking up the large rocks into smaller rocks then bagging them, Jerome, Peaches and a couple of other guys were  bagging the rocks in chip bags. Once your shift was done, you went to the ice cream truck, had ice cream for the kids and rock for the adults. As the kids were coming up for the ice cream and the adults would walk around back to get their rock 

Peaches is tying up the bags of money in the truck, while you and him were sitting on the car waiting for everybody to finish up, getting back to Jerome’s house  he unlocks the backroom with two deadbolts behind it, Frankie opens it to show the back wall is in containers of money and Jerome dumps bags of money on the table, Jerome leaves to grab more bags of the money and left you and Frankie to count it.

Couple weeks later

Today is Franklin Saint's birthday. The man is turning the big 20. He wanted to do something small with just his family, friends and of course you. The gift you got him was a gold chain with the word ‘Saint’ in the middle and a fresh pair of white sambas with light blue stripes going on the sides. You had them both wrapped in birthday paper sitting next to you.

Once he enters to Jerome’s house seeing Lee making out with Wanda, he takes of his dark blue jacket, showing off his white shirt, blue and green shoulders and the color going across his chest, he sees you in the corner and Kev stops in his tracks “Ladies, I would like y’all to meet Franklin Saint aka our savior aka the big black apostle.” He smiles “Franklin’s fine, alright, nice to meet you ladies.” all the ladies smile at him, and one of them is staring a little too hard. Frankie walks away to greet Jerome “What’s up unc?” Jerome puffs out some smoke “Sup nephew.” He grabs some chips and starts eating them and sees you sitting on the couch “What you doin’ here alone?” you couldn’t wait to show Frankie what you got him, you pick up your large gift first and you handed it to Frankie “Happy birthday baby.” he looks down at the gift and takes the large gift and takes a seat next to you, opening his gift of a red adidas box carefully to see a pair of white sambas with a light blue stripes going across “Holy shit baby, you know I can never get enough with these shoes.” Frankie has been collecting sambas shoes for a while, the boy has a damn near obsession. He gives you a kiss “Thank you baby.” you smile “Your welcome baby, but I have one more gift.” you bend down to grab the smaller gift, your back was exposing to him showing your purple waist beads, you were wearing a black backless dress and black wedges with your necklace on display. 

Suddenly you find your next gift, you handed it to him he opens the gift to see the gold chain with the words ‘Saint’ written on it, he holds it in his hands not saying anything “Do you like Frankie?” he turns to you “Of course baby I love it thank you really.” you kiss him on the lips “Your welcome baby.” Louie walks into the family room wearing a red long romper, Jerome slams his hand on the table “Goddamn! I don’t know how you got the energy.” Louie takes a couple twenty’s in her bag “If I got to spend my time my days in that cookhouse. I sure as hell ain’t spending my nights in here.” Jerome yells and takes a sip of his drink “Hey Peaches! Hey hey make sure she get to the club aight.” “Bye Jerome.” “Give me a kiss.” Jerome smacks her ass “Give Claudia a kiss for me too.” Louie looks back “I will if you want to.” “Tell her to come see my tree!” Louie laughs “She ain’t wanna see your tree, but she do like pie though…. I tell her that y’all said hi too.”  you smile at Frankie “Come on, put it on.” he open the clasp and lock it behind his neck, as it lays there resting on his second button “What’chu think?” You rest your fingers to touch his necklace the smooth golden in cursive of his last name “I love it on you baby, the jeweler did a really good job gold is definitely your color.” he smiles at you showing his pearly white teeth he grabs your hand “Come on let’s go to our room.” 

As you enter to the guest room Frankie starts kissing your neck feeling his gold rubbing against your neck, he spins you around to take you in his lips he slips off your dress and takes off his shirt to only have his necklace on he pulls down his khakis pants to show his red plaid boxers you push him on the bed you climb on top and makes out with him he grabs your ass and flips you over slowly takes off his boxers and starts to stroke himself he lowers himself on his stomach to face your pussy he leans down to kiss your soft inner thighs “I should be givin’ you head today it’s your birthday.'' he looks up “You right it’s still my birthday and one of my wishes is to eat you out.” he dips his head his tongue sliding all over your pussy he moans all over it. Loud banging was coming from down the hall. It sounds like Jerome is yelling “Open the gooddamn door! The fuck is wrong with you.” you put on your dress and Frankie puts on his boxers to see what the hell is happening Frankie opens the door first to see Jerome busting through his room to Kev with two girls in his bed Jerome grabs his shoe and smack one of the girls ass “Oh you wanna fuck in my house nigga.” and start smacking Kev he was naked to only have his bucket hat to cover himself he runs out of the room and down the stairs and Jerome chasing him “Grab his ass!” they both pass you, Frankie, Lee and you all laugh “Is that your birthday Franklin?” he smiles “Yeah and I was showing Lexi how thankful I was.” you smack his shoulder Lee sticks out his tongue out in disgust “Leon what’s taking you so long?” coming from Wanda inside of the room Lee touches his shoulder to say good night to him and Frankie copies “Good night Lee.” “Good night Lex.” 

You both get undressed to get back on the bed you rest your head on the pillows spreading your legs “I think you want to finish what you started, birthday boy.” he smirks “I ain’t no boy, I'm older than you now.” He climbs on top of you his necklace dangling in front of your face your eyes switch back and forth to his face and neck “Well if I’m the birthday boy then I’m about to make to make one of my wishes come true.” you rise on your elbows “Can you tell me one of your wishes?” He pulls closer to your face grazing your lips “If I tell you. Then it won’t come true and one of my wishes will definitely come true.” kissing your lower stomach moving down to your pussy dragging his tongue to touch your clit and down to your lips and your softest walls gripping the sheets his hands grip your thighs to hold you in your place, your hands find their way to his hair your fingers touching his tight coils “Fuck baby oohh ughh shit.” Pants and moaning coming out of you he moans into your pussy feeling the vibration “That’s right baby you fuckin’ nut on my face.” Frankie slips his hands to your knees bending you in half seeing him admiring your pussy and let’s a long drop of saliva on your warm pussy before you could realize he is deeper in your pussy getting your juices all over his face the wetness leaking out of you then you try to fight back with closing your legs but there was no use you couldn’t win even if you wanted to. You continue to grind against his face  he ate you up like you were his last meal he kept moving his face to rhythm of your hips your waist beads were riding up  to the middle of your soft tummy once he felt you relax under grip he slowly rise to grab a small washcloth to clean up the excess of you and throws it in the dirty hamper “Thank you for my wish baby.” he kiss you “I’m still not tired.” you rolled on your stomach to crawl to where he was and opened your mouth to take him in your mouth “What do you say to the birthday boy baby?” you mumble ‘Thank you’  you look up to him to see that he is already looking at you “Stretch that throat baby I wanna fuck your throat.”  you relax your throat  to take him deeper feeling his slighty over gown bush touching your nose “Fuck-kk baby you’re taking me soo goo-od.” his chest is puffing out taking deep breaths and even deeper moans “I wanna see your eyes baby, let me see your eyes baby.” his hips strokin’ out of your mouth his necklace catching your eyes resting on his chest with his new accessory he fo’real could be a male model with the looks he was givin’ you, he grips the back of your head you grip his ass to bring him closer and cumming in your  throat “Fuckkk baby I’m bout to nut baby ohh fuck.” there was so much sliding down your mouth tasting his musky and clean nut you take one more swallow to taste all of him “I’m glad to spend your birthday Frankie.” he grabs your face to pull you in a sloppy wet kiss “I’m glad too baby.”

A few days later you get an unexpected call to from Avi saying he wanted to do a another pickup “Just sayin’ a little heads up would be nice.” he’s holding a duffle bag of forty-two thousand dollars and Avi puts his arms up “But I like seeing you Frankie and the beautiful Lexi…eve-even  Leon here is growing on me.” He pats on Lee’s shoulder “You know how stressful it is to ride through Encino with this much fuckin’ coin in the car?” Avi walks over to his bar “Okay, maybe Leon is not growing on me show much. I got a few ounces lying around somewhere so you don’t feel like you wasted your time. Muir go to the stash see what you can find for Frankie.” the gunman walks away “You got it.” Avi takes a sip of his drink “You know not too long ago you were happy with just a few hundred dollars.” “How we grow huh?” “Like weeds. Hey, on Friday both of you  come over for shabbat dinner, wear a nice coat.” Avi pulls on his jacket “Come on Franklin and Alexia, you both  have money now, get yourself a nice coat and flowy dress to match.” He puts his hand on Avi’s shoulder one of the gunmen comes back running back “Avi! Avi!” the men are scattering around trying to hide the drugs and the money “Hey what’s goin’ on?” you turned to look at Frankie “What did he say?” Frankie asking around Avi is speaking in hebrew to the gunmen to calm down “LAPD! HANDS UP LAPD.” He pats on your shoulder to run from the cops one of them starts chasing you “Right there! Don’t move!” you run around the house to see a fence blocking you Frankie throws the duffle bag over the fence and hops over it effortlessly you climb the fence and Lee pushes you over the fence to escape you run to Frankie and see Lee getting handcuff “You thought you can run from me punk ass kid.” Lee puts his hands on his head “Shut the fuck up.” and gets dragged back to the house.

Frankie finds a payphone to make a call to Jerome “What’s up nephew, you heard anything from Avi.” Frankie hands you the duffle bag “Hey unc and Avi got raided the cops came and they got Leon.” Frankie kept nodding his head and listening to Jerome and hangs up the phone “Jerome wants us to meet Tyrone, he's a lawyer.”  Jerome was already there waiting for the both of you he walks up to Jerome and Frankie opens the car door setting it on the ground, walking into the office there was a lightskin man in a suit named Tyrone and a darkskin man named Biscuit and sitting on the table behind him “Apparently your boy’s  in business with a babe ruth motherfucker, that dude Avi? Hitting him with possession with intent to go along with a hefty gun charge?” Biscuit spoke up “intrems y’all lame-asses can understand. That boy fucked” your eyes shift to Tyrone “What about Leon?-”  you get cut off by Biscuit “Hit him with a 69-PC.” “The fuck is a 69PC?” Jerome turns to Biscuit “Felony evading.” Jerome puts his hands out “Why the fuck you ain’t just say that then?” Biscuit kept looking at Jerome “Cause I’m a fuckin’ professional J-rome.” “No you’s a moron Biscuit.” Tyrone trying to calm them down “Now the bad news is your boy got priors and because it’s a felony bail is fifty.” Jerome looks in shock “Thousands?” Biscuit looks fed up “Ain’t fifty hundred nigga.” Jerome looks at Biscuit “I want him out.” “Gonna need ten percent down cash, collateral, whatever.” Jerome sucks in his teeth “Shit fifty thousand ain’t shit.” Biscuit and Tyrone make quick eye contact “Yeah it is, it’s a lot Jerome actually I’m need a minute to get that for you.” “Aye ain’t my boy on there, do what you gotta do.” You all walk out of the office to Jerome’s car “Nephew you got the fifty gs right now, let’s get this shit done.” He turns around “Avi and Leon are locked up and we spent the whole day running around Enico with forty-two gs in a duffle bag, trying to find a cab or a bus before the cops found the both of us.” Getting in the car “So yeah maybe I’m a little on edge.” Jerome takes his cigarette out “Well with Avi in the clink you know where we can find some more coke?” Frankie just stares off into the distance as Jerome pulls off to the courthouse.

It’s been a few hours since Lee has been locked up and Frankie decided to get him out that day you were sitting on the rail with Kev in front of the courthouse with Jerome and Frankie “Aye he still ain’t out?” Jerome was pacing back and forth “Any minute man Tyrone is in there now-” Kev cuts off Frankie “Where was I?” Kev was wearing a red adidas tracksuit “Uhhh, you was getting ready to ruin the rest of the fuckin’ movie.” He puts his hands in his pockets “Damn right and he go ‘Say hello to my little friend’  doing finger guns imitating gunshots “Yo he bad, I seen this shit twice” Jerome still pacing around “So he lived?” you look at Kev for his answer “What nah man, everybody in that motherfucka died. What’s up Jerome you got crabs or something?” he flinging his arms around “I don’t like being around this motherfucka gooddamnit.” Lee and Tyrone walk out of the courthouse “Ahhh this fool.” “So when you drop the soap, do you bend over to pick it up or do you squat? Like how does that work?” you all go into a fit of laughter filling up in your tummy Lee shakes his head “This motherfucker.” “Hey y’all make sure this little nigga don’t run, you hear?” “Who the fuck you talkin’ to?” Lee deepens his voice “Aight playa. Look y’all need me again and it sounds like you will, you know where I’m at.” Frankie shakes Tyrone hand and walks away you walk up to Lee to give him a hug “Thanks for pushing me over you know I can’t hop no fence.” “Yeah no probs I wasn’t gonna let you go to holding.” Frankie wraps his arms around Lee and starts walking “They sweat you hard?” “Some.” “You give them my social?” “Name, number address.” “Appreciate that, man. So what you want, huh? Drink? Lap dance?” Frankie pushes Lee to the front “Wanda didn’t wanna come with y’all, huh?” “Oh nah man, she was havin’ a little trouble walking spent a little time with her while you was gone.” you all laugh at his joke “Oh, you wanna to fuck with me after I just got out, huh?” “Nah we wanted to fuck with us.” Pointing at all of you “Oh really? So I have to beat all y’alls ass huh?” 

It’s late in the night and you were sleeping with Frankie in the spare room you had a his red and white baseball shirt on and some panties with your bonnet Frankie his arm over your tummy pulling you closer in his dreams he was wearing a undershirt and blue boxers to cover you both in a yellow blanket that you took from your house. Two loud bangs ring through the house and the sound of smash glass hitting the floor screaming  to the extent of your heart exploding “AAHHH!” Frankie jumps up to grab his gun from under his pillow and runs to the family room you quickly chase after him to see as well “HEY WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK!” coming from Jerome and “WHAT THE FUCK!’ from Louie you all see each other in the room Frankie running in front of you to shoot his target, there were two bodies laying on the ground with ski masks. Peaches has his gun pointing down to the ground “There we go, Peaches.” Jerome cheers to him and walking to the window “What the fuck happened?” you looked at all of the broken glass “How they get in?” “Back door.” Peaches says it sarcastically “Somebody didn’t lock that shit. Somebody left that shit unlocked.”Louie runs back to the back door and Frankie went to go check the windows “They jimmied the shit.” Frankie yells “And Peaches you aint hear it? And so what you just kill some motherfuckas in my house, you ain’t wanna scare them first?” Louie getting louder and louder by the second “What you gonna do that for?” Jerome yells at Louie “I ain’t asking you!” Louie waving her hand in Jerome’s face “Well I’m answering you!” you put your hands out the to hush them “Stop! Fucking stop. Keep your voices down. Who the fuck are they?” you step back to see the faces of the dead men Jerome lifts up the mask “It’s motherfuckin’ Biscuit.” your heart drops to your stomach almost feeling nauseous Frankie lifts up the mask “That ain’t Tyrone.” Jerome walks over to see “That’s Jamal, that’s Biscuit older brother.” Frankie walks closer to Jerome “Biscuit’s older brother, who’s paranoid now, unc? I told you not to mention that fuckin’ money!” Jerome snaps his fingers at him “They wouldn’t even thought twice about this shit if you ain’t make a big deal of it, goddamn!” you walk up to Jerome “Jerome why did you even bring it up? you should of never said anything!” Louie steps in front of Frankie “And I told you not to keep that fuckin’ money in our house!” “Wanna talk about this now!” Frankie yells in Louie’s face “Hey if nosy-ass Shirley heard the shots, then the cops is probably on the way now, so now what you gonna do?” Frankie slams his gun on the table “Fuckk.” There was silence not knowing what to do you try to turn your wheels but you were still tired “Me and Jerome go load up the bodies, drive ‘em out, bury ‘em, you three stay here and clean this shit up. Sun rises, this never happened.” Peaches says it with a calming voice and there was another silence “I’m with that shit. Come on.” Jerome walks into his room to go get dressed “This shit is fuckin’ crazy.” You and Frankie go back to the room to put on your clothes.

Frankie comes back inside from throwing the last trash bag away and washes his hands in the sink then comes into the living room to clean the last piece of the glass and throwing it away then taking a seat a the table Louie folds her arms “Why they ain’t back yet?” “Gotta dig. Shit takes time.” he takes a seat with you “How you know?” Your thoughts traced back to Karvel the way your bones were shaking after burying him and how you all had to take turns to dig deep enough for a his body he gives you a quick glance “This house ain’t never gonna be the same.” Louie pulls her chair out and sitting on it “You know, we should probably get some bars on the windows.” “And some new doors.” A knock on the door breaks everyone’s thought and looks at a figure at the door  “That them?” Frankie sits up “Nah, they wouldn’t knock you expecting somebody?” “At eight in the morning?” Louie looks at Frankie crazy. He walks closer to the door and peeking through the window “Aw shit.” “Who is it?” you stand up and  ask Frankie he puts the gun in the couch and grabs a jacket to cover his blood stain undershirt “One second.” He opens the door and see Melody “Mel what’s up?” “Hey Franklin I wanted to wish you a happy birthday even though I couldn't see you on the actual day.” Her eyes look straight a you “And I wanted to give you this.” Melody pulls out a light blue card with his name on it. “Thanks Mel, I wanted to ask you if you or Andre talk to my mom’s at all?” “She and my dad spend some time together, I see her here and there.” Frankie leans more on the door “How she doin’ ?” Melody look in disbelief “How she doin’? Her heart is broken, Franklin. How you think she’s doing?” Frankie slams the door in front of  Melody’s face and walks to the side yard and throws the letter away.

Back at the cookhouse everyone was there even the bodyguards  “Coke is officially gone, we got enough of rock maybe another day or two but that’s it.” Louie puts out her cigarette Frankie is getting frustrated “What about you Rob?” “You know how hard it is to find someone to get you more than two kilos a week who isn’t full of shit. He’s trying to rip you off, he’s trying to kill you-” you roll your eyes, sitting next to Jerome  “Yeah yeah whatever, man. Anything for you two?”  Lee says “Nigga, you want a chopped up key for twenty-five grand? Guy just a motherfucka.” Kev looks at him “Nigga it was your connect. I mean it’s like the white boy, Rob say.” Jerome laughs “There’s a lotta bullshit out here, Frankie.” He puts his hand behind his head and puts them on the table “Okay. First thing in the morning, we head up to Oakland. Visit Swim get enough rock to tide us over. Maybe even talk our way into they connect. Set up a pipeline south. That’s what we do.” he taps on the table “I’m down.” Lee nods his head “Same.” Kev lights his cigarette, he looks at you and you nod your head “Good, get some rest man. We’ll link up at Jerome’s in the morning.” He pats on his unc shoulder you stand up to walk with him to his  1982 Silver Toyota Celica he opens your side first to let you in  and rounds to his side and gets in the car pulling out to slowly drive back to Jerome’s house the radio filled up the silence between you too the groovy music playing he taps his fingers to the beat of the music you sway your head to the beat as well his fingers grazed over your pink adidas  tracksuit moving his fingers to your inner thigh when he had to turn on a street he uses both hands to turn the steering wheel hearing the music to keep say ‘Keep on doin’ it, Keep doin your thing.’

Hearing another car screeching on Frankie’s side and hitting you both, your body moves with the crash thankfully you had seatbelt on your head hurts feeling groggy from it then some white man comes out of his car and walks up to him “O my god dude I’m so sorry hey how’s your neck?” “It-s’s good.” a taser coming to  him tase in the neck and putting a cloth over his nose to him to sleep you unbuckle and try to get out of the car the white man see you and puts the cloth over your mouth and puts you to sleep as well then fading to darkness.

You were dreaming you slowly raise up to see him sitting on the patio and reading the newspaper wearing nothing but a long gray robe you slowly rose from your bed and see tall skyscrapers next to you looking down to see your two beautiful kids both of them was a copy of him and you their were sleeping peacefully and holding there stuff animals you  grabbing  your matching short gray robe off the hanger in your walk-in closet and wrap around your body  and as you walk to him saying in your morning voice “Good morning baby.” he sets down his newspaper and poke his lips out for a kiss uncontrollably you do “Good morning sweetcheeks.” you giggle “Sweetcheeks? Nigga you know you’ve never called me that?” you sit on his lap and give him an another kiss softly resting your fingers on necklace and you hear a another voice in your head “Lexi wake up, come on baby just wake up for me. Leon come on Lee.” It was Frankie. You pull your lips back away from Frankie and you heard it again “Fuckkk come on Alexia wake up please.” You slowly open your eyes and you look to see that you were handcuff with your hands behind you to a pole “Lexi is that you, you okay?” Seeing Frankie handcuff and craning his neck to look at you “Yeahh my fuckk my head hurts, where the fuck are we Frankie?” “I-I don’t know baby?” and another groan coming from the front of the basement “Hey Leon…Leon is that you?”  “Yeah man what the fuck is goin’ on? Aw hell nah I fuckin’ pissed my pants.” You tug on the handcuffs “Hey where were you grabbed?” Lee groans “I was walking home and some white dude asked me for directions but… I don’t know man?” Your throat was dry you didn’t how long you were out for “Did any of you get a good look you at him.” “No Frankie.” “No not really my motherfuckin’ head hurt.” You hear whistling and someone coming come the down the stairs “Hey how many out there?” “I -don’t know, I only seen one.” the man comes to the tall gate and locks it with a key and enters then emerging the same white man that hit you with his car “You punk motherfucka. On my momma, I’m going to kill you when I get loose. You hear me, you fucking worm? I’ma kill you!” Leon yells at the white man he waves his finger in a no and leaves and to go come back with a long taser stick “What the fuck is this? What the fuck are you going to do with that?” the man walks to Lee and tase him with it “What the fuck -ow fuck!” the electricity runs through Lee’s body. You and Frankie begs for the man to stop “Hey man please stop.” you try to kick your feet at him “Hey hey! Stop man.” you stuck your feet out to trip him he stumbles almost catching his balance “Bitch.” you say to the man and the man walks over to you to tase you as well your muscle tighten up you couldn’t do anything but scream and groan.

“Tell me about the bust.” “What?” Frankie sounds confuse “Tell me about the bust.” “The bust?” “Tell me about the bust.” “What bust?”he looks down at the taser “Oh fuck.” “At Avi’s.” “It was nothing man, we showed up at Avi’s to buy, fuckin’ cops showed up, we ran. That’s it.”  “It’s the truth he’s not lying.” you groaned out  “Oh yeah, that’s right, right and you too got away.” “Yeah that’s right.” “Right.” the man walks in front of him “But he didn’t.” “Right?” “He didn’t get away. And yet, somehow… twenty-four hours later, he’s out. Free as bird. How?” “What you think we lyin’ to you?” “He didn’t snitch man.” and Lee yells “Hey kiss my ass I ain’t talk to no motherfuckin’ police.” “All right check with the courts, you don’t belive me just check with the courts man. He charge with felony evading, man and I bailed him out and he didn’t snitch he’s got a lawyer. A court date, it’s all legit.” the man nods his head and taps the taser on his shoulder “I’ll check, we’ll see okay?” as the man pass and and Lee he kicks his feet out to try to trip him, the man moves his feet out of the way “Best to back the fuck up with that shit.” the man steps closer to him “Oh, I would love it if you do that one more time, do it.” and points the taser in his face “You are the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”  and then the man leaves and lockes the tall gate

It feels like it’s been hours the man comes back “Your right, Leon Simmions was arrested for evading and resisting, Out on bail.” “We already told you that, dumbass. Now let us the fuck go.” your shoulder were aching to the point you were couldn’t even feel them anymore the man leaves to go grab something “Where the fuck is he going? Hey just be cool, man just relax man, we gonna get out this shit. ” the man comes back with putting a clip in a gun and walks towards Frankie “Hey! Hey, what are you doin’, what are you doin’ man?” “We’re not fucking lying.”you look at the man  “You said we were telling the fucking truth!” Lee craning his neck to look at him “Yeah, no, I believe that you’re telling the truth. That’ll help me sleep… but now you three have seen my face.” “I-I can’t see you fuckin’ face.. Huh we still don’t know who you are. Won’t tell a soul about this shit.” “Come on, you have to think I’m pretty stupid to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Frankie takes a breath and begins to smile “Okayy…. I’ve got a ton of fucking cash huh, I’ve got a lot of money I could offer you-”the man shakes his head “That’s not worth it to me.” “Then what is?” “See if you knew the answer to that question, you might be of some use to me. But seeing as how you’re not even smart enough to figure out who I am, I’m afraid there is no benefit to me letting you live .” the man is pointing the gun at him “Do you work for Avi?”the man shakes his head in a  “No.” “Man, if you don’t work for Avi then why the fuck do you care if we snitched?” “Hey man, fuck it Franklin. Piece of shit going to put us down like dogs, fuck him.” “Shut the fuck up Leon!” you both say “You’re trying to stay alive, that’s not the way.” the man cocks the gun back and puts the gun under Lee’s chin and grabbing his hair “Fuck you fuck you fuck you.” “Come on, Franklin. Think about it. I’m gonna shoot him.” you try to move your arms but it was no use “Gonna put a bullet in his brain. Who am I, Franklin? Who am I!” you see a light bulb go off in his head “You’re the connect!” The man lets go of Lee and stands up walks over to Frankie and gives him a smile “You’re the plug. The guy we was looking for.” the man pulls out photo of Rob sitting in his car “You trying to cut Avi out?” “Avi’s a crazy person, and he upped the prices. It’s stupid to want to pay less and deal with somebody sane?” “No Franklin, It’s stupid to trust a stoner kid to get it done.” Lee turns to say “Whitey got a point.” “Shut up, man. Look, you’ve lost a buyer and I’m out of my supply. Why don’t we help each other out.” the plug laughs at Frankie “Come on you were selling dimebags on the street corner six months ago. You’re gonna take Avi’s place?” Frankie not breaking his concentration “I’d like to try. How much you sellin’ to Avi?” the plug stands up “A lot more you can than you can move, kid.” “At the right prices, I could move six a week, easy.” the plug shakes his head “Eh, six won’t even make a dent.” Frankie thinks “Ten, then.” you lift your head to look at him “ten a week. Hmm that will help you out?” Frankie looks at you quickly “How are you going to move ten keys in a week.” He looks at the gun “Put that away… and iI’ll tell you.” the plug turns “Convince me and I’ll put it away.” 

“And once we figured out how to rock it up and sell it for cheap, we were sellin’ more and more. We got dealers spreading out all over my neighborhood, we expanding every week.” he talks to the plug “ “What do you do with your cash?” “Storing it for now. I’ve been growing a business.” “Security?” he nods  “We got plenty.”  “Fuck is this? A job interview? You got a supply, we want to buy. What more is there.” You roll your eyes “He’s just being careful. Wants to know if we foreal. Which we are.” “What’s the high like? This rock?” “Short and intense then you need more right away.” “You speaking from experience?” “Nah man I don’t deal with none of that shit.” “You’ll never turn me down, now excuses, no bullshit. I show up with ten keys every week. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “And you see what happens to people who fuck with me?’ “Hey we good? Because I’ve got to use the fucking  bathroom or I’m piss my pants.” The plug pulls out a switchblade  and cuts Lee loose. Once he got out of the bathroom he lets you and Frankie loose, your shoulders finally relax and you slowly got up the plug hands you black bag “Put that on, I trust you three understand why this place needs to be kept secret.” he squats down to grab something and said “What’s your name?” ”Richard Nixon. No I’m kidding it’s Reed Thompson.” he stands up “Reed Thompson and how do I get in contact with you,  Reed Thompson.” he stuffs something in his pocket and walks towards you and pulls you to follow him “You don’t. I contact you.” as Reed walked out and you all followed him “Well that don’t won’t work for me.” Reed puffs out some air “I’m sorry?” and put his arms out and keep walking “We talkin’ a lot of money and product, man you know everything about me, I don’t know shit about you.” As you kept walking through the underground facility with pipes everywhere “Yeah, that’s because you don’t need to know anything about me except that I can supply you.” to seeing a tall and long hallway it was dimly light with tall windows at the top of the ceiling. “Where’d you get your product?” Reed raises his eyebrows “Why?...So you can cut me out now?”  “Come on, man. Put yourself in my shoes, you get T-boned, electrified, thrown in the shithole, gun in your face and now what?” he walks right next to Reed and looks back at you and back at Reed “You’re supposed to go along with some crazy-ass deal? How am I supposed to trust you?” “trust is overrated.” “Not to me.” Frankie side-eyeing Reed “Are you always going to be this big pain in my ass?” you nodded your head “Yeah, he is.” “Look, you can’t afford to walk away from this deal, you don't have any leverage.” Reed stops in front of a door  “Right, but I will if I have to.” Reed smiles at him his thick mustache resting on his thin lips “Help me sleep at night, Reed Thompson.” “Put your hoods on.” he tells all of you to do Lee puts it on first then you and Frankie, looking through a black bag and you can’t see shit. Hearing a car opening and having him push you in and closing it.

 It’s been twelve hours since anybody has seen any of you and everybody was trippin’, Rob was all calling every south central hospital and emergency room and Jerome was loading up his pistol gettin’ ready for war, Kev and his little cousin Delory comes in with his friend Victor saying “There’s the mexican lady that wants to know how to make a whole sale with Franklin, her name is Lucia Villanueva she’s from Pico-Union.”Jerome perk up and wanted to know why was they selling to the mexicans, Jerome puts his foot down with them “You know what tell all you fuckin’ corner boys to stop selling in Pico-Union!” and grabs Delory by the shoulder to push him out and screamed “Fuck you lookin’ at fat boy.” at Victor, Jerome checks Kev to get the boys out of Pico-union eventually Lee was drop off to go back to Jerome’s house and tell everybody the news, everybody was in a frenzy when they saw him, asking him if he was okay and if he was hurt, he tells them “I just need to take a shower and change my clothes.” Kev touches Lee's shoulder “Where the hell you been at him? You smell like piss, aye Jerome we need towels or something.” Louie is anxious waiting for you and Frankie to show up, she turns to Rob “Franklin and Lexi, need to walk through this door right fuckin’ now.” 

Pulling into a airport that was reserved for private planes, Reed parks and steps out of the car, Frankie is seating in the front seat and you are in the back seeing a jet  parked in an aviation lot walking closer and seeing somebody working on the plane “Hey Matt. I want you to meet one of our new customers.” a another white man steps of the plane and cracks a beer open takes a swig of it and  walking in the lot and get closer to the jet “This is Franklin and Alexia, Franklin and Alexia this is Matt he’s my pilot.” Matt walks to him and shakes hands with him “Nice to meet you both.” you get closer to Matt and shake his hand as well “Same here.” you nod in agreement “You wanted to know we bring it in.” Reed staying back “This your own plane? How far does it fly?” Frankie looks inside of it seeing all of the controls and buttons  and back at them “Well, with the weight stripped out, and the auxiliary fuel tanks and about twenty-two thousand nautical miles…give or take? Far enough.” you turned to Matt “How y’all two know each other?” then looking at Reed “Uh, we met at this bar of this little cafe up near the Agua Dulce Airport. You’ve ever been up there? Antelope Valley?” he starts walking closer to all of you “Have any of you ever been up in one of these small planes?” “Nah man, we never ever been on a plane.” Matt puts hands out “Hold on for a second! Y’all have not experienced the greatest thrill a man or woman can have besides, obviously, banging a regional cocktail waitress, well shit’s about to change.” Matt takes off his sunglasses to look at him and you, Matt walks away to grab his jacket and his beer.

You sat in the back of the jet behind Matt with Frankie sitting in the front seat, Matt gets in and takes a another swig of his beer “You always drink when you fly?”he looks at  Matt close on his side of the plane “Always.” “How’s this thing stay in the air?” you heart was beating a little too fast for you, taking deep breaths to slow down your heat rate “Uhhh ...luck? mostly?” you turn to see headsets for the plane, you put them over your ears and squishing down on your afro “It’s actually physics.” Matt puts on the headphones and so does Frankie “Ever crashed?” “Oh yeah, all the time.” Matt smiles sarcastically “He’s kidding.”Reed talks over the radio “Listen kid, relax nobody does anything better than I fly.”Matt cuts on the jet and starts driving it runway, he slowly picks up speed and once he got to a certain speed the jet started to lift “Hold on boys and girl and here we go.” Once Matt got in the air a voice was coming through the headphones “Tower to forty-one Foxtrot, radar contact. Fly heading two three zero. Climb and maintain two thousand.” Matt talks over the radio “forty-one Foxtrot to tower, heading two three zero climbing and maintaining two thousand feet, thank you tower. Forty-one AMF out.” Frankie turns back to Reed “Aye-. who he talkin’ to?”he looks back to Reed “Hawthorne Tower, but we get far enough out, and we check in with someone else.” looking through the glass and down at the ocean, seeing it at this height the waves went so far “Yup, you are never alone when you’re up here Franklin.Don’t ever say this country doesn’t have it’s moments” Matt says in the radio, you see him leaning over the glass to see more of the ocean, a little smile going across his lips “So are they tracking us the whole time?” looking over to Reed “Yup….but there are ways around it if need be.” Reed looks back at you “Yeah, going low is the mainway.” Matt forwards the steering wheel down and drops the plane down and heart falls straight down to your ass, you clench your fingers to a handlebar squeezing it so tight that they almost turn a different color, you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh in this moment “Please don’t do that again. What the fuck man?” He says in a shaky laugh “So after you pick up the product, how you bring it back to the country?” Frankie looking back at Reed “Hey Franklin, ask me one more question?” Reed pulls the headphones back off of Frankie head “I’m going to throw you out of this fucking plane!” Frankie belts a hearty laugh “I could do this all day.” Matt taps on Frankie’s leg “Go ahead and take a yoke.” Matt lifts his hands up “Nahhh.” Frankie shakes his head “Yeah man grab that fucker right now.” he lifts his hands closer to the steering wheel “Not that!” Matt screams over the radio he jumps back “I’m just kidding, grab that, grab that. Come on and fly this plane pilot.” Frankie turns to look back at you and gives you a small smile and turned back to the front and grabs the wheel “All right, all right I got it.” he steadies the plane, your heart swells in tenfolds the smile that Frankie had was easerable from your memory “We got a pilot here boys!” Matt takes a swig of his beer “Yeah, running South Central baby!” Frankie yells “Stop yelling, stop yelling I got you over the headset.” Reed says through the headset and they both yell to having your ears pop “Oh man I can’t  believe this shit, I’m flying this motherfucka! You see me Lexi? You see me Reed?” He flies  over the ocean looking at the beautiful skies and clouds, thinking one day you would be in the front seat of your very own plane with him.

“Here’s good man.” He tells Reed to park around the corner of Jerome’s house “You don’t want me to drop you off at the house?” Reed trying to crack a joke “Nah man it’s fine.” “So, a couple of days, you’ll be ready?” Reed turns to look at him “Mm-hmmm, ten keys. Ten grand a key.” He looks at Reed “And, I’ll uh I’ll pay to fix the car up.” “No, I don’t need it. Just need your product.” he steps out of the car and grabs your door to let you out and closes your and his door then dips down his head to look at Reed with the both of you looking at him “Hey man, I understand why you did what you did today I do. From here on out, no games, no tricks, no bullshit you be straight up with me, And I’ll be straight up with you. But if you ever fuck with me…or anybody that I care about, then it won’t be good for you. You understand that?” Reed nods his head “Yeah I do Franklin.” He smiles at Reed and taps on the car then digs in his back pocket to pull out a screwdriver and throws it on the seat “Reed Thompson.” He grabs your hand to walk to Jerome’s house.

He walked through the backdoor first and you close the door following him to the front porch with him walking in first then everybody stood up Louie jump on Frankie and gave you a hug too “God damn y’all where the hell y’all been at?” you gave Jerome a hug as well “We got a story for y’all.” Louie backed up “Yeah Leon told us.” He pats on Jerome’s shoulder  “Yeah that’s just the half of it we about to move into the big leagues.” Kev flicks his cigarette into the bushes “By trusting that white guy that kidnapped y’all ass, huh?” you both take a seat on porch rail “Yeah, something like that.” He groans as he lowers himself on it “Guess that mean I’m going to be cooking a lot more, huh?” Frankie lets out a soft “Mm….It means we all gotta step up.” he looks at everybody and then lastly at you he leans forward to grab your hand “Me and Lexi flew on  a plane together today.” everybody was asking questions from left to right “What was it like?” “Where did you go?” “What did it look like?” “Who flew the plane?” You both answer all of the questions and once everybody was satisfied they all relax in their chairs you squeeze his hand “I should go home.” He nods his head “I’ll walk with you but let me change first.” you whisper “I wanna take a shower with you Frankie but no funny business huh?” he cracks a smile “All right Lexiboo I promise.” sticking out his long and slender pinky to intertwine with your smaller one “Okay let’s go.” you both swiftly pass everyone to go into the guest bedroom and grab a extra towel for the both of you and Frankie kept his promise on the funny business then you both step out of the shower and Frankie opens the medicine cabinet to find your and his tooth brushes you both silently brush your teeth and walk into the guest room used the lotion all over your body still keeping his promise and put lotion all over his body and once you both got changing into a dark jeans and lilac sweater and white forces to keep you warm from the cold breeze of South Central, he changes into a knitted sweater that was a dark blue on top and darker green on the lower half then a red stripe going in the middle and to tie it all together with khakis and white sambas. You grab your backpack to stuff your old clothes in there zipping it up and putting your arms through them “I’m gonna talk to my moms once I walk you home, tell her about meetin’ Reed.” your eyes shift “I still haven’t told my momma about us Frankie, she thinks me and Shon-Shon are besties I know I’m gonna have too.” he steps closer to you and slowly grabs your face with two hands “I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate you being in this with me and I know I was very apprehensive about you being in this shit with me at first, but right now I wanna make you officially as my partner like if something goes down with me and I want you to run it for me and carry on my legacy.” you nod your head and kiss him on the lips..

Walking down the street to see your house light were off ‘Thank you Jesus’ silently going off in your head and continue to walk to your house stopping right before it “I’ll see you later baby.” you groan while putting your arms around his shoulders pulling him in a soft hug, his strong arms around you pulling you in closer you give in for a lazy kiss slumping his firm hold kissing his full lips “I lo-ve you-u bab-by-.” he pulls back to smile at you “I love you too partner, I’ll see you later maybe I can come cuddle with you.” you lean in “I’ll leave my window crack for you.” giving him a final kiss to walk up the steps and grabbing your keys to unlock the door, you wave to Frankie and waves back then puts his keys back in his pocket to ring the doorbell. Going inside the house completely dark just hearing your momma tv going off in her room, you swiftly go into your room and setting down her bag, then taking off your pants grabbing your bonnet securing it on your head slowly closing your eyes to dreamland, you had your window crack for Frankie to come and which he did, just leaving him in a boxers and white muscle-shirt  to cuddle you in a deeper sleep, not knowing that a war was about to happen because of Delory and Victor going back to sell in Pico-Union.

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I feel like I just ran a marathon by finishing this chapter and I feel like I just couldn’t stop cliffhanging when Frankie and Lexia got in that accident with Reed anyways we finally get to meet Reed, y’all that whole integration took me out I was trying to incorporate Lexi-boo in this chapter like her arguing with the Saint family after Biscuit and Jamal broken in and her tripping Reed and then calling him a bitch but in the next chapter is a very iconic scene in the snowfall community 👀👀👀👀and Frankie made Lexi as a partner which was obviously going to happen in this fanfic but one thing I need to talk about is Lexi’s momma THIS BITCH HASN’T BEEN HOME IN WEEKS I feel like something is  brewing at the Johnson’s residence and shit’s about to get angsty but anywhore adding the little smut from the show bitch when I watch that seen for the first time seeing his chocolate skin I was like this nigga is soo fuckin and the peekaboo bootycheek I was gripping my sheets okay one last thing Frankie’s birthday of course Lexi had to be there like duh and not this bitch wearing a backless dress in the winter time and Lexi is the type of girl to wear waistbeads and the sambas you know Lexi had to get him some and finally the necklace I was actually debating on what the necklace should of been but I’ve decided that is Saint I just love the last name I couldn’t help it but thank you sososo much for reading it was definitely a rollercoaster for me to write this but I’m glad to knock down a another stone I love y’all so much 💞💞💞💞💞

Love Nazzy 😻 😻 😻 ps. I just bought a brand new laptop and I’m so excited to work this baby and of course it’s pink.

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Gai's Birthday Bingo 2023

Prompt: Mask

Words: 3,760

Character: Maito Gai, Yamato, Hatake Kakashi

Notes: Post- Chunin Exams

“A month?” Tenzo just about choked on his tea when he heard the timeline his Senpai had given him for Sasuke’s training. He’d known that Kakashi had plans to focus on his student’s training in preparation for his next chunin exam fight, but to be told that he’d be out of contact for a month seemed a little extreme. In all of the years they’d known each other he’d never known Kakashi to take even a day away from training, but now here he was telling him that he’d be taking an entire month. “What if there’s a mission? Or an attack?”

“I’ll be just outside the village,” Kakashi dismissed his questions with swift answers while stirring the minuscule remains of his tea. “If anyone needs to contact me they’ll be able to. Whether I answer or not will be determined by how important I think the issue is.”

“But-”

“There are no buts,” his Senpai continued over him. “Sasuke’s being pitted against that Gaara kid from Suna. Not only did that kid break Itachi’s record for finishing the forest of death, but he just about killed Lee in their battle. If Gai hadn’t stepped in…” his words drifted off, but the weight of what he refused to say still lingered over them.

If Gai hadn’t stepped in, Lee would have died.

Tenzo hadn’t been there to see the fights himself, but he’d heard all about them from Asuma when they met up for drinks shortly after. Every detail had been spilled over Sake, from Asuma’s disappointment over Choji and Ino’s loss’ to his surprise at Naruto’s win.

The fight that he’d talked about, though, was Rock Lee’s. Not a single detail had been spared and by the end of the night, Tenzo could feel the concern that radiated off of Asuma. He’d even expressed some fear about Shikamaru’s upcoming fight against the Suna girl, Temari, but it was nothing compared to his concern about his student facing off against Gaara.

That was the fear of a sensei who didn’t have his student going up against Gaara, though. For his Senpai, the reality was very different. Not only was Sasuke set up to face Gaara in his next match, but according to Kakashi, he was woefully unprepared.

“I have to make sure he does alright,” Kakashi whispered, his eyes focused on the swirling tea in his cup. “I put them into this exam. I need to help them survive, no matter what. Even if it means I ignore missions for a little while.”

Tenzo understood his Senpai’s concerns. Every shinobi in Konoha faced the chunin exams, but it seemed that the risks in these exams were far more than when Kakashi had anticipated. Not only was there the threat that the Gaara kid posed but there was also Orochimaru. 

A sannin seeking to steal Sasuke, one of Kakashi’s precious students, and use for their own gain.

The world was stacking the odds against Kakashi and all he could do was try his best to protect his students. 

“What about the others?” Tenzo asked, his mind wandering to the other two students Kakashi had taken on. Whenever he spoke of them Kakashi seemed to have nothing but praise. Although he’d been forced into the job, it seemed to Tenzo that he’d taken to it quite well. 

His students were his pride and joy and he made sure to remind Tenzo of that fact every time they saw each other.

“Naruto needs to work on his chakra control,” Kakashi answered with ease. “I’ve spoken to Ebisu about training him while I’m helping Sasuke. If he can improve in that area I’m sure he’ll do well in his next match. He is Konoha’s number one unpredictable ninja, after all. No one expected him to make it this far, but here he is.”

Tenzo couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible nickname his Senpai had given Naruto. “Isn’t he going against one of Gai-san’s students? Hyuga Neji, correct?” Kakashi nodded. “I’ve heard a bit about him. Seems like he could pose a bit of a problem to Naruto.”

“He can,” Kakashi confirmed. “But there’s not much I can do for Naruto until he improves his chakra control, and Ebisu’s a better teacher in that regard than I am. Besides, as dangerous as Neji is he’s not going to kill Naruto.”

“Are you sure about that?” Another story he’d heard from Asuma was about Neji’s fight against Hyuga Hinata, and that was a story that said the exact opposite of what his Senpai was telling him. 

“Neji is hard, but not that bad,” Kakashi confirmed. “He’s also Gai’s student. I trust that if things get out of hand, Gai will step in if I’m not there too.”

“True,” There was no one who knew Kakashi’s struggles better than Gai. Even Tenzo didn’t know the true extent of what his Senpai had suffered in his life, but he had learned enough over the years to know that he’d do everything in his power to protect Kakashi from more pain. There was no doubt in his mind that Gai felt the same way. “So Naruto will be trained by Ebisu and Sakura?”

“A month without training won’t kill her,” Kakashi sighed. “She’ll have to take care of her training for the time, but I’ll make it up to them all when the exams are done and everything has settled. Once I can breathe then I’ll kick into gear.”

Tenzo cringed at the saying. During his time in team Ro with Kakashi he’d come to understand that ‘Kick into gear’ really meant ‘drive them into the ground until they can’t move, and then do it again’.

Sakura was going to need the month-long break to prepare for what was coming her way.

“So a month,” he sighed, circling back to the beginning of the conversation. “That’s going to be a pretty boring month for me. Though, I guess I can focus a bit more on missions while you’re occupied.”

“Actually,” straightening up, Kakashi locked eyes with Tenzo. “I have a request.”

Gai’s apartment was easy to locate. Not only did Tenzo have the apartment number that his Senpai had written down on a small piece of paper for him, three-zero-five written in giant blocky letters so that he wouldn’t misread any of the numbers, but there was also a sign hanging on the front of the door that announced who was living there with pride.

A simple wooden sign that Tenzo recalled making himself just a few years ago for Gai’s birthday. He hadn’t known what to get for the overly energetic Jonin until his Senpai had shown him a picture of his tortoise summon that he’d snuck during one of his outings as ‘Sukea’. Now here it was, staring back at Tenzo after a year. Telling him exactly what he needed to know.

He was in the right place.

Now all he had to do was knock.

“Come on,” he lifted his right hand and took a deep breath, but nothing happened. His hand refused to move. “You can do it, Tenzo. It’s just a quick check-up. Poke your head in, make sure he’s alive and functioning, and go. That’s all. It’s easy.”

He took another deep, slow breath, but still nothing happened.

His hand just hovered there in front of the door, neither lowering nor reaching out to knock. Stuck in a limbo of inactivity that Tenzo couldn’t seem to force it out of. 

“Just one knock,” he whispered, cringing when his hand refused to move. “Come on. He’s not going to hurt you.”

Gai was a good man. Stranger and perhaps a little too much for Tenzo to handle most days, but a good man. Short of harming Kakashi, which he would never think of doing, or one of his students, there was nothing Tenzo could think of that he could do to upset Gai.

Even if there was, Checking up on him certainly wasn’t on the list. 

“Just go,” he insisted. “One knock and-”

Before he could finish that train of thought the door swung open and he found himself face to face with Maito Gai.

Smiley, energetic, always pleasant Maito Gai.

Except, none of those descriptors seemed to fit the man that he was staring at today. Not because Gai wasn’t trying to portray himself as the exact same person he always with, with a smile that spread across his entire face, but because that smile didn’t match at all with the tired, defeated look in his eyes. 

“You look…”

“Great?” Gai cheered, though his voice sounded a little flatter than usual. “Wonderful? Ready to jump out and greet the day with the full power of my youth?”

Tenzo shook his head. “Awful.”

As soon as the word left his mouth the smile dropped off of Gai’s face and his shoulders slumped. “You’re learning from Kakashi, aren’t you?” he sighed, all of his usual energy missing from his voice. “

“I am a trained Anbu operative,” Tenzo argued, just a little insulted by the implication that he would need his Senpai to tell him what to look out for when he approached Gai. His Senpai had, of course, given him a few hints of what to keep an eye out for, but that didn’t matter. He was trained to read people’s emotions and body language. To look deeper and see all of the subtle signals that they were trying to hide from him. 

“Ah,” waving off his protests, Gai leaned forward and peered down the hallway. “He’s not with you, is he?”

Tenzo could only sigh. “He’s out training Sasuke for his next match,” he assured the green-clad dork that his Senpai called ‘rival’. “That’s why I’m here.”

“To check up on me?” jutting his bottom lip out, Gai huffed. “I’m fine. I don’t need someone to pop in and make sure everything is alright. I’m not-”

He stopped himself, but Tenzo knew exactly what he wanted to say. 

I’m not Kakashi.

A low blow, but a rather deserved one. In the twenty years that he’d known his Senpai one undeniable fact that Tenzo had learned was that his Senpai didn’t handle loss or disaster well. He would always put on a front, masking his emotions behind an aloof attitude, but deep down he was spiraling.

Tenzo didn’t think Gai would have the same reaction. His experiences with pain, as far as Tenzo knew, were different than Kakashi’s and his personality was almost the complete opposite.

That didn’t stop him from worrying, though. Everyone had a breaking point and although he hadn’t met any of Gai’s students, he’d heard enough about them to know just how much Gai cared about Lee.

If there was someone out there in the world whose death would cause Gai to crumble, it was either Kakashi or Lee. Kakashi because of their long-standing friendship and rivalry, and Lee because of how much Gai had come to care about him in such a short amount of time.

Tenzo wasn’t keen to find out which one it was anytime soon. The energy that Gai brought to the village was strange but comforting. The world needed more of the bright, youthful energy and less destroyed, irreparable spirits. 

“I see,” shoving those thoughts to the side for the moment, he leaned to the right just enough to get a view into the room behind Gai. The layout was the same as every other Jonin apartment in the building but with a few weights laying out on the floor and a workout mat half haphazardly thrown into the corner beside Gai’s desk. On the desk, there was a bit more of a mess, with dishes piling up on the back near the wall and three books of various sizes spread open along the desk. “And what is it you’re reading about?”

“Uh, well,” glancing back over his shoulder, Gai cringed. “I was just looking up some information. It’s important to keep up to date with our knowledge.”

There it was again. That wide, toothy grin that Gai always wore on his face.

A grin that Tenzo had once viewed with caution, but which he’d come to enjoy over the years.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Gai blinked, the smile dropping away for just a split second, only to return as soon as Gai realized it was gone. “Stop reading?”

“Smiling.” Tenzo huffed, hating the words that were coming out of his mouth. As much as he liked to complain about Gai’s seemingly endless amounts of energy, he had genuinely come to love his smile. 

It was one of the brightest, most genuine smiles he had ever seen in his life, and whenever Gai turned it toward him he felt a strange warmth spreading in his chest. Kakashi had laughed at him the first time he talked about it and told him that everyone felt that way about Gai’s smile, but he hadn’t believed him.

Now, though, that warmth was missing. He couldn’t look at Gai’s smile and feel happy to see it because deep down he knew it was a lie. A mask that Gai was using to hide away the pain he was experiencing. 

“I don’t-”

Deciding to make a daring move, Tenzo pushed past Gai into his apartment and headed straight for the desk. His goal was the pile of dishes that sat at the back of the desk, but as he reached out for them he couldn’t help but gaze down at the books.

Medical books, all turned to pages with detailed pictures of leg muscles or leg bones. 

Kakashi had been right to ask him to check in on Gai. 

“You’re worried,” he noted, focusing his attention back on the dishes and slowly starting to move them from the desk into a small space between his left arm and chest.. “You’re overthinking Lee’s condition and trying to make up for your lack of knowledge on the subject by studying as much as you can.”

“What are you, an interrogator?” Gai huffed.

“No,’ That line of work had been a part of Tenzo’s job once, a long time ago, but it was rare for him to take on that role in Anbu. “I’m a friend,” placing the last dish on the pile that now teetered in his arm, he maneuvered his right arm around it for a bit more support and turned toward the kitchen. “A friend who has specifically been sent by another friend to check in on you.”

“Always straight to the point,” Gai sighed as he followed Tenzo toward the kitchen, dragging his feet along the floor. “And what are you doing with my dishes?”

“Cleaning them, obviously,” coming to a stop in front of the sink, he leaned down and carefully placed the dishes down so they didn’t topple over. The last thing he wanted to do today was go shopping for a new set of dishes after destroying all of the ones Gai had. “Since you’re too focused on improving your knowledge pool someone has to make sure you’re going to be eating off of clean plates.”

“I can-” turning his head, he glared straight at Gai. “N-never mind.”

“That’s what I thought,” with that argument sufficiently killed he focused back on the daunting task he’d taken on. “Well, I’m doing the dishes maybe you can make some tea?”

“Tea?”

“Yes,” Tezno confirmed. “You do still remember what tea is, right?”

Gai sputtered, tripping over his words a few times before finally taking a deep breath. “Green tea?” His voice came out strained, but the question was quickly followed by the sound of feet shuffling and cupboards being pulled open.

“Green tea is fine,” Tenzo confirmed. Turning on the tap he watched as water flowed into the sink. The pile he’d collected was taller than anything he’d ever tackled before, but he was certain that it was a task he could finish in under ten minutes. Just enough time for Gai to make them some tea. Once the dishes were clean and the two of them were seated with their drink, then he would start asking the questions that were already swirling around in his mind. 

How long has it been since you went outside?

When was the last time you got yourself some dango?

How is he doing?

Those were questions that would have to wait till later, though. Things he would ask when the two of them were sitting face to face with their hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. 

Until then, they would continue swirling around in his mind demanding an answer to the nagging concerns that came with each one of them. 

“You don’t have to worry, you know,” Gai spoke as he stepped up to Tenzo’s side and held out his kettle to him. Taking the kettle, Tenzo popped it open and placed it under the tap. Once it was about halfway full he pulled it back and returned it to Gai. “I’m fine.”

“Fine,” he couldn’t help but laugh. Every moment he’d heard Kakashi say that exact line to him came rushing back to him. Bombarding him with memories of exhausted, haunted eyes staring through him as if he wasn’t even there. “Your student is in the hospital.”

“I know that.” Snatching the kettle back, Gai turned away with a huff. Instead of making his way toward the stove, though, he just stood there. His back facing Tenzo and his kettle clutched in his hand. “I know that…”

At that moment, Tenzo regretted agreeing to his Senpai’s request.

If he’d been smart he would have insisted Kakashi come instead. He would have pressured his Senpai to put off Sasuke’s training for just a few hours to check in on his friend. It was Kakashi, not Tenzo, who knew how best to support Gai.

He hadn’t, though.

Instead, he’d promised to take care of it. Assured his Senpai that he would make sure Gai was taken care of when he couldn’t be there for him. Now he was stuck with a pile of dishes higher than he’d ever seen, with no idea what to say next.

Well, there was one thing he could say. Something that he was certain he would never dare to utter in front of anyone else, even under threat of torture, but which seemed fitting in this moment.

“If it was Kakashi-Senpai, I’d be a mess.”

Gai spun round, an expression of utter horror on his face as he stared at Tenzo. “What?”

Grabbing the first dish from the pile he took a deep breath and started cleaning. “If it was Kakashi-Senpai in the hospital,” he continued. “I would be a mess. Or even Yugao, or you.”

It was difficult for him to admit, but all of his years of being trained to cut himself off from others and deny himself any emotional bonds had failed. Part of it was because of his Senpai’s insistence on friendship, which had rubbed off on him over the years, but there was also a piece of him that knew he never would have been able to succeed.

His friends were important to him. No matter how much he wanted to cut himself off from them, he couldn’t. It’s exactly the weakness that Kakashi had exploited when he found out about Tenzo’s mission to kill him, and what had led to him going against Danzo’s orders for the first time in his life. 

If any of his friends were stuck in the hospital with an injury that might never be healed, he would throw himself into his work much like Kakashi always did. There wouldn’t be a pile of dishes growing on his desk or open medical textbooks, but his mental health would take a turn for the worst.

And if or when that happened, he knew two things for certain.

Kakashi would show up at his door dragging him outside for some fresh air insisting that he can’t give up, and Gai would be right behind him with that brilliant smile and promises of dango and spars to cheer him up. 

“All I’m saying is…” finishing with the first bowl he placed it under the tap to wash away the leftover soap and placed it into the small drying rack beside the sink. “I get it. You don’t have to pretend to be alright for me, Gai.”

For a second the two of them just stood there. Gai holding onto his kettle full of water, and Tenzo washing dishes. The only sound that echoed in the small apartment was running water and the light clink of dishes as Tenzo added them to the drying rack.

Then, without any warning, Gai set the kettle down on the counter, threw his arms around Tenzo’s shoulders, and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. 

“Gai-” Tenzo croaked out as his bones cried out in pain. Immediately the Jonin loosened his hold, though he still kept Tenzo pinned against his body as he buried his face into his right shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into Tenzo’s shirt. “No apologies,” placing his hand on Gai’s arm, he ignored the water dripping from his fingers. There wasn’t much for him to say at the moment. Comforting other people wasn’t something he was good at, and he wasn’t about to pretend to be.

Comfort wasn’t what Gai needed, though. Kind words wouldn’t wash away the reality of the situation his student was in. They wouldn’t rid him of the memories of Lee’s battle, or the sight of his student laying in a hospital bed lucky that he had survived but with little hope for a continued life as a shinobi. 

Kind words would do nothing for Gai during this time, so Tenzo didn’t bother to try and come up with any. Instead, he simply stood there and let Gai hide his face in his shoulder while he hugged him. 

‘Just be there for him,’ Kakashi had told him when he’d asked why he wanted him to go check in on his best friend. ‘He needs someone right now. Usually, I would go, but I only have a month to prepare Sasuke for this next fight. So go in my place, please.’

So, that’s what Tenzo resolved to do.

Be there for Gai. 

Ask him questions, check in on his well-being, and just listen.

There was nothing he could say to make the situation better, but if Kakashi was right he wouldn’t need to. All Gai needed was company, and that was something Tenzo could provide in spades.

[scotianostra]

10th January 1945 saw the birth of pop star Rod Stewart.

Although born in London Rod’s father was Scottish and he counts himself as a Scot. Stewart performed in several bands in the 1960s including Python Lee Jackson and The Faces. He worked a series of odd jobs, including working as a grave digger, before his singing career took off

Embarking on a solo career, Maggie May became his first hit single in 1971 Stewart moved to the United States in 1975. The next year, he reached the top of the U.S. charts with “Tonight’s the Night” from A Night on the Town. Stewart continued to have a slicker, more pop sound as the decade progressed. He also developed a reputation for his partying lifestyle and for dating numerous actresses and models. With 1978’s Blondes Have More Fun, he had another smash hit single with “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?”

The 1980s proved to be more challenging for Stewart. While 1981’s Tonight I’m Yours went platinum, the albums that followed did not fare as well. He ended the decade on a positive note, however. His remake of the Tom Waits song “Downtown Train” in 1989 received a lot of radio play. A few years later, he released Unplugged and Seated, which was recorded at an MTV Unplugged concert and featured the hit “Have I Told You Lately.”

With his distinctive throaty, almost scratchy-sounding voice, Stewart decided to take on some of the classic songs and make them his own with It Had to be You: The Great American Songbook. He recorded four volumes of the Great American Songbook series, and won his first Grammy Award (best traditional pop vocal album) for Stardust: The Great American Songbook, Volume III in 2004.

At the age of 60, Stewart became a father for seventh time. His son, Alastair Wallace Stewart, was born on November 27, 2005. This was his first child with then fiancée Penny Lancaster. The couple married in 2007 and welcomed a second son, Aiden, in 2011. He also has a daughter, Kimberly, and a son, Sean, from his first wife Alana Stewart and a daughter named Ruby with former girlfriend Kelly Emberg. Rod also has two children from his marriage to model Rachel Hunter—Renee and Liam. Stewart publicly acknowledged his oldest daughter, Sarah Streeter, in 2013. Streeter was born when Stewart was only 18 years old, and he and the girl’s mother had decided to put their baby up for adoption. Stewart and Streeter first met in 2008.

In 2006, Stewart returned to rock music with Still The Same: Great Rock Classics of Our Time. The album reached the top of the pop charts in October of that year. Stewart put down the microphone and picked up a pen to write his 2012 memoir Rod: The Autobiography. The following year, he made an impressive return to songwriting with his album Time. Stewart co-wrote many of the record’s songs as well as serving as a co-producer on the project.

Although reaching his 77th birthday Rod shows no signs of living a quiet pensioner lifestyle, he and his son were involved with an altercation in Florida, with Rod throwing a punch at a security guard after he refused them entry to an event. He will need to be careful or he might end up being arrested by wife, Penny, who as well as working as a model, has volunteered as a Special Constable in the police.

Rod continues to release music, a new album is due out soon.

Strewart and his family spent the festive season in Scotland at the Gleneagles hotel. The generous singer bSowled over the saff when he decided to offer them £10,000 as a compliment for their hard work over the festive period.

He then jokingly suggested staff should put it to good use and stick every penny of it on Scotland to win the Euros this summer., let's hope we certainly do well!

Stewart, who is due to release a new album next month, said: “I’ve been lucky enough to stay in some of the top hotels in the world and the service at Gleneagles is second to none.

“The staff do a terrific job at a very hectic time of the year and deserve every penny. It’s Scottish hospitality at its very best.”

On his tip, he joked: “I advised the boys and girls at Gleneagles to invest the money wisely – stick the lot on Scotland to win the Euros.”

No matter what you think, nobody can deny his Scottish heritage or love for Scotland

Rod played Edinburgh Castle last year and I love this wee clip that captured the moment his 94 year old sister joined him on stage as he belted out Sailing.

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Day Four

So taking a moment to pivot away from a narrative and introduce the cast of this AU. I didn't do that persay for the Desmond's Birthday Month AU story, but I did do a post on what each of the cast was called by Des' adopted sons.

Major Characters

Kayana Al-Naar: Desmond's Mother. She is the last deceantant of Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad before Desmond is born. She is a healer, a scholar and and overall badass of an assassin. She fell for Haytham Kenway because he was someone she trusted.

Haytham Kenway: Desmond's father in this AU. He is still a Templar but doesn't associate with Abestrgo because he feels they are doing what the assassins did in the 9-12 centuries and are open about what they are doing. Even if it isn't true he can not stomach kidnapping and experimentation on unwilling subjects.

Desmond "Darius" Kenway: son of Kayana and Haytham, he is still the "chosen one" but he only has Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad and Ezio Auditore da Frenze as his ancestors which is bound to make things intriguing in the end.

Shay Patrick Cormac: A young man who is also a Templar who becomes Desmond's friend and lover once he leaves the farm. This guy is his greatest rock.

William Miles: the global mentor and an asshole to say the least. He will stop at nothing to further his cult. Yes it's a cult he is leading at the farm.

Clay Kazmarek: Subject 16 who actually holds on this time and is able to be rescued from Abestrgo when Shay comes to rescue Desmond. After some rehab from the torture, Clay devotes him self to the Templar cause.

Edward James Kenway: Haytham's Jack of all trades father, who has surprisingly settled on being a Templar like his son. He's always been supportive of him and both his grandsons Connor and Desmond. Though Desmond really enjoys spending time with him and his wife Tessa.

Connor Kenway: Son of Ziio and Haytham. Desmond's older half brother he has stayed the course as an assassin however he still loves his father and grandfather despite them remaining as Templars.

Charles Lee: this crazy psychopath is somehow Haytham's most trusted man? Regardless he's useful though he has to be reminded to keep his hands off Desmond and Conner lest Haytham himself drives his blade through his throat.

Christopher Gist: okay admittedly he's a new character for me to be playing with but I included him as a major Character cause he knows Shay and is pretty close with him. Being friends with him and later on Desmond.

Minor characters:

Not so much individual characters listed but the Rites they belong to.

American Rite: the remaining members of the Colonial Rite of AC3. Plus any new faces, like Clay Kazmarek.

Italian Rite: the Templars of Ezio's Era. This is divided into three regions.

Florence Regional Rite: Ulberto, The Pazzi, and anyone Ezio killed in or around Florence.

Venice Regional Rite: any Templars Ezio killed in Venice or in Forli such as the Orsi Brothers.

Rome Regional Rite: Rodrigo Borgia, Cesere Borgia, the other Borgia, and other Templars Ezio killed while in Rome.

The French Rite: Mainly Fransoue De' Sare's Rite but there is a sub rite stationed in Lavent.

Lavant Regional Rite: Robert De Sable and his Templars. They work with another local rite.

Istanbul Rite: the Templars of AC Revelations.

The Rite of Raiders: This is a modern catch all considering that there are so far two regional rites involved here.

Norway Rite: Kjotve the Cruel and the Order of the Ancients in Norway, England and a little bit of New York.

High seas Rite: pirates, privateers and other sea worthy scoundrels that were Templars.

Levant Brotherhood: Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad and others of his era, along with assisting Roshan ibm-La'Ahad of Alamut, Yusuf Tazim of Istanbul, and reaching as far south as Bayek and Aya in Alexandria.

Italian Brotherhood: Ezio Auditore and other assassins covering the same three regions as the Templars with the addition of Montriggorni. The Templars have asked to use Montriggorni as neutral ground when meeting with the assassins.

So where do certain other characters fit? Leave me an Ask and I will answer. Maybe even give you a bio for this AU.

[bzedan]

[ID: A digital illustration of the Vault Boy condition image from the PipBoy 3000, a glowing green outlined figure on a dark screen with health metre indicators for head, body and each limb. Rather than the regular coverall-clothed guy, the figure is an outline of Garfield. All health indicators are full and he is smiling. Text below him reads "April 2024 - Level 41." End ID.]

A show came out for a game I've thought about 3-7 times every week for the past nine years and I've been completely normal about it. In my birthday month too! It influenced the playlist cover more than the contents, which are all indulgent as should be for a birthday month playlist. A lot of Carly Rae Jepsen this month, thanks to using her song titles as prompts for Storytelling Collective's April Daily Poem challenge (see results here). Two hours and 33 minutes but despite how I love playing with the length I shan't drop a one of these tracks to get to my birthday-day. Close enough, I say!

Related media to some of the songs:

'Two of Hearts' was in my mind thanks to a random video I'd encountered about the "I-I-I-I-I" sample in 'Groove Is in the Heart' by Deee-Lite, summarised over at Laughing Squid.

'Harder' was Medusa's I think birthday month track and had been out on Bandcamp for a bit but finally wended its way to Spotify, allowing me to drop it into a playlist. Their music is always a mood. They also have an At-Cost collection of merch specifically to make things available to more folks, with the option to pay it forward as well.

The way things go I think songs from a playlist I picked up from a Fallout: New Vegas fan artist are in May but heck there's a Nancy Sinatra on here so why not share now, 'Atomic Cocktail' is a very long, vibes-based playlist that is great to have going in the background.

Anyway here's a link to April's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

Or embedded if you like that:

'Time to Pretend' - MGMT

'How Does it Feel' - Dizzee Rascal

'Free Animal' - Foreign Air

'Girl Inform Me - 2021 Remaster' - The Shins

'Complex' - Tristen

'Fun But Not Forever' - girlish figure

'Sociopathic Dance Queen' - Amaarae

'Jackie' - Scott Walker

'I Could Be Happy' - Altered Images

'GO! (feat. Karen O)' - Santigold

'Black Sheep' - Kailee Morgue

'Good Luck, Babe!' - Chappell Roan

'Me And My Shadow' - Peggy Lee

'Only A Fool Would Say That' - Steely Dan

'Seabird' - Alessi Brothers

'Thank You (Not So Bad)' - Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike

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Sammy Hagar plans to revitalize some Van Halen vibes on his upcoming summer tour.

For The Best of All Worlds Tour, Hagar and his bandmates in The Circle – bassist Michael Anthony, a founding member of Van Halen, and drummer Jason Bonham – will be joined by guitarist virtuoso Joe Satriani, who has recorded and performed with Hagar and Anthony in the band Chickenfoot.

The itinerary kicks off on July 13 in West Palm Beach, Florida, and the tour hits a total of 28 cities, concluding August 31 in St. Louis, Missouri. Loverboy will serve as the opening act.

Pre-sales begin on Wednesday, Nov. 15, at 10 a.m., with general on-sale starting Friday, Nov. 17 at 10 a.m. local. For more information go to RedRocker.com.

Hagar, 76, joined Van Halen as vocalist in 1985 after David Lee Roth left. Hagar also left the band in 1996, but returned for a 2004 tour. Recently, Hagar says he and Anthony decided to perform songs from their days playing in Van Halen at Hagar's annual Birthday Bash last month in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.

"We pulled out a couple of them and it was an instant lovefest with the fans from our first riffs," Hagar said in a statement with the tour announcement. "The music we created is going to outlive us all. They deserve to be heard so it's time we go out and serve the fans that music, while we still can."

The four albums of the "Van Hagar" era of the band – 5150 (1986), OU812 (1988), For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge (1991), and Balance (1995) – were recently re-released in newly remastered editions.

“It’s crazy to think that it’ll be 20 years since Mikey and I played these songs with Van Halen on the 04’ Best of Both Worlds Tour,” said Hagar. “With Joe on board, we can take a deeper dive into those years. We’re going to touch on some hits from my entire career but seeing fans old and new really embrace the new collection set off something in Mikey and I."

Joining the band on keyboards and backing vocals is Australian musician Rai Thistlethwayte.

WHAT SONGS MAY SAMMY HAGAR AND THE BAND PLAY IN THE 2024 TOUR?

On a poster for The Best of All Worlds tour, there's a list of songs including:

• Songs Hagar recorded with Van Halen: 5150, When It's Love, Best of Both Worlds, Finish What Ya Started, Poundcake, Humans Being, Right Now, Good Enough, Eagles Fly • Van Halen songs recorded with Roth: Panama, Running' With the Devil, Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love • Hagar solo songs: Your Love is Driving Me Crazy, Heavy Metal, Little White Lie, One Way to Rock, Mas Tequila • Hagar songs from his days with Montrose: Rock Candy • Chickenfoot songs: Oh Yeah

Here are Sammy Hagar's Best of All Worlds tour dates: • July 13     West Palm Beach, FL     iTHINK Financial Amphitheatre • July 14      Tampa, FL                     MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre • July 16 Alpharetta, GA Ameris Bank Amphitheatre • July 19 Charlotte, NC PNC Music Pavilion • July 20 Bristow, VA Jiffy Lube Live • July 22 Saratoga Springs, NY Broadview Stage at SPAC • July 24 Bridgeport, CT Hartford HealthCare Amphitheater • July 26 Mansfield, MA Xfinity Center • July 27 Holmdel, NJ PNC Bank Arts Center • July 29 Cuyahoga Falls, OH Blossom Music Center • July 31 Toronto, ON Budweiser Stage • Aug. 2 Clarkston, MI Pine Knob Music Theatre • Aug. 3 Tinley Park, IL Credit Union 1 Amphitheatre • Aug. 9 Las Vegas, NV MGM Grand Garden Arena • Aug. 11 Morrison, CO Red Rocks Amphitheatre • Aug. 13 Airway Heights, WA BECU Live at Northern Quest • Aug. 14 Ridgefield, WA RV Inn Style Resort Amphitheater • Aug. 16 Wheatland, CA Toyota Amphitheatre • Aug. 17 Concord, CA Toyota Pavilion at Concord • Aug. 19 Los Angeles, CA Kia Forum • Aug. 20 Phoenix, AZ Talking Stick Resorts Amphitheatre • Aug. 22 Dallas, TX Dos Equis Pavilion • Aug. 23 Houston, TX Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion • Aug. 25 Rogers, AR Walmart AMP • Aug. 27 Cincinnati, OH Riverbend Music Center • Aug. 28 Nashville, TN Bridgestone Arena • Aug. 30 Noblesville, IN Ruoff Music Center • Aug. 31 St. Louis, MO Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre

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