#anyways this is a psa - if your parents consistently have let you down in the past then just dont rely on them

[yeahyouresocool]

they should invent a parent that you can trust and rely on

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

Masterlist

[nerdylittoyvoid]

“Fall Risk” Pt. I

**A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever written so I decided participating in @writinginstability‘s writing challenge was a great place to start! (Meaning that this way suck and also it’s pretty long oops) The start might seem kind of slow but I promise it’ll get more entertaining! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Pairing: Connor x female! reader (Y/N)

Synopsis: Y/N wants to show Connor what it means to be ‘alive’, but has some accidents along the way.

Being Hank’s niece had its’ downfalls; not hearing from Hank for weeks on end, having to pick him up in the middle of the night from random bars and him not letting Y/N take Sumo for a weekend (being the animal lover you are, Hank couldn’t trust that Y/N would give him back). Despite all of this, he was still your favorite uncle. Under his stern and gruff exterior was a soft soul with a wit sharper than a butcher’s knife, and a particular soft spot for Y/N.

She was only three when Hank’s son had passed away; old enough to remember him, but young enough to forget any details. Her mother had him over more often for several years following the young boy’s passing. She thought having what family he had left surrounding him would make him feel less alone. It didn’t stop his drinking or his hate for androids, but it did create an inseparable bond between Y/N and Hank.

At the age on 23, she was hired on as a rookie detective for the Detroit Police. She felt extremely grateful for finding the career she loved, and pushed herself to be the best she could. Then came the day that a fascinating android came in to help the precinct. Unlike her uncle, Y/N was elated, amazed by the technology by it all and attempted the best she could to work with the machine. Unfortunately for her, that job fell to her older, far more experienced uncle. She remembered meeting the android as if it was just a few weeks ago.

‘DING’

Y/N’s attention moved from her phone to the now opening elevator doors. Quickly scuttling in, she stood in the corner closest to the button panel, where she then pressed the highest level, where her office was. Y/N was helping her uncle out on these new cases with deviants, though her work consisted mainly of paperwork and research pertaining to the investigation of deviants. She let out a small sigh to herself. She loved her job, but she was itching to get out into the field. Something Hank was strongly against.

Y/N was so caught up in her own mind that she didn’t notice the android next to her, absentmindedly flipping a coin in between his hands. She grinned to herself. ‘Amazing how androids can pick up on human quirks’ she thought. To make matters better, (or worse), the android was gorgeous. His warm brown eyes, chocolate curls and square jaw were enough to make anybody swoon.  

She looked up at the android. Despite it being incredibly attractive, she was feeling rather bold today, as she sparked conversation, “Did cyberlife teach you that?”

The android caught the coin in between his index and middle fingers and turned to face the girl. This was when she finally noticed his tall stature. She was considerably shorter than him, her head staying level at his shoulder.

“Tossing this coin assists me in processing information and updates pertaining towards my software or investigations. I was programmed this hobby in order to properly assimilate myself in human society.”

And then she heard his voice. The slight monotone of his voice and rasp brought a light blush to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

“Interesting! So,” Y/N stopped to read the model name on the android’s jacket, “RK800, you’re the model that’s assisting the precinct now?”

“That is correct. I am a prototype. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cyberlife”

“Well, Connor, my name is Y/N. I am a human from… well, nowhere really. My parents I suppose,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly.

She cursed herself for being this awkward, and once more for trying to flirt with a robot. “I’m the rookie detective at the DPD.”

Connor’s eyes twitched as his LED blinked yellow.

“Yes, I’ve already scanned you. It would appear that you were a product of your parents as well as billions of years of evolution- “

“Oh no,” Y/N chuckled, “I know that, I was just joking. Sorry, you look so…. Human. I forgot you probably weren’t programmed to analyze humor.”

Connor nodded, still facing closed elevator doors. “Cyberlife has programmed me with any and all software that will help me complete the deviant investigation. Any add-ons that are not beneficial to that mission is a waste of my attention.”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened allowing Y/N to take in the breathtakingly modern office for the DPD. Glass desks, paper thin computers along with the old, brick walls that surrounded the room, all creating a wonderful contrast between antique and modern. Y/N look down at the ground, slightly disappointed at the failed attempt for conversation.

‘He’s an android, Y/N. And your co-worker. Stop acting like a teenager!’ she thought.

Y/n pursed her lips together and turned to Connor before taking her leave. “Understood, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

Connor’s face remained relatively emotionless, but still pertained an interested and polite expression. He awkwardly moved to the side and extended his arm to let his colleague through before replying, “You as well.”

After that encounter, Y/N started working more closely with Hank and Connor, coming with them to investigate the murder of Carlos Ortiz. She distinctly remembered playing “Don’t you put it in your mouth” from that one famous PSA after Connor analyzed some thyrium, (resulting in Connor’s confusion and Hank’s amusement). Then there was the time that she assisted the two at the Eden Club after reports of two deviant Traci’s. Slowly but surely, Connor started to warm up to her. He would wait at Y/N’s desk in the morning to give her a coffee and began attempting “small talk”, jokes, and compliments.

You were on your way back from the Eden Club with a very confused Connor. He had just spared the two Tracis. His face displayed a slight frown as his LED flashed between yellow and red. Y/N broke the awkward silence, her curiosity becoming too much. “What’s going through that wacky robot brain of yours, Connor?”

“I didn’t execute or apprehend the deviants. I have failed my mission.”

“What if sparing those two was the right thing to do? All they wanted was to be together, that in itself isn’t a crime.” Y/N asked.

“They are machines. The ‘love’ they feel is an error in their programming. They don’t feel,” Connor paused for a second, as if to rethink what to say next, “I acted as if I also had an error in my system. I am beginning to fear that I may be compromised.”

“Would that be such a bad thing? You already have some of the most cutting-edge investigative technology. You’re one of the best detectives in the DPD. What’s so bad about understanding what the deviants that you’re hunting are feeling?”

“It does not fall in line with my mission. I will be reset.”

“So, you worry, or fear that you will be reset?”

“I- well- I suppose that’s a good way of putting it.”

“Fear is an emotion, Connor. You’re becoming deviant.”

“I am not alive. I do not know what it is to be alive.”

Y/N pursed her lips in thought. Without another word, she put on her favourite album.

“What is this?” Connor asked, bewildered.

“You said you would like to try listening to music at some point, right?”

“Yes.”

“This album is called 21st Century Breakdown. It’s by an old band called Green Day, they have a rebellious streak. I listened to them since I was a kid.” Y/N smiled at the nostalgic feeling of listening to the music. Y/N face suddenly lit uo, it was as if a light bulb had appeared over her head. “I have an idea. Take my hand.”

“Why?”

“Shut up and don’t ask questions, Connor.” Y/N laughed at Connor’s confused expression. “’Tis only a joke. Come with me. I want to show you what it is to be alive.”

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Hello! I'm back with another scenario finally after another round of just posting moodboards! I also did include a pet cat in here so if you're a dog person I'm sorry! I love cats kskxnsozjs but people see me as a dog person sad sad. W.E I love them both ♡

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          There was an absolutely wonderful opening for the Friday night shift at work and with rent coming up, you knew you needed the extra cash. It was always a normal occurrence that Friday has the least amount of workers, next to the weekend. You picked up the black marker and wrote your name on the whiteboard inside the employee office. Marking your name down, you made up a plan in your head to prepare yourself for working two shifts within 24 hours. Gathering your things, you checked the time on your phone that had been locked up. 7:34 pm, you still had time to eat a quick meal and sleep before you dealt with an afternoon and night shift back to back. You luckily had four breaks in those two shifts but it was hard to take naps with noise constantly around you.

“Bye, Y/N. See you tomorrow!” Said one of the older workers there, you waved them a goodbye before walking out of the building. As your shoes crunched against the fallen leaves and the wind hit your skin, you walked to your stop. You fished out a pair of earbuds and plugged them into your phone as you waited for the bus.

          On the 15 minute ride home, your plan started to come together. You would order some delivery and pay with your debit card over the phone to save the trouble of paying with cash. You would take a shower within the 45 minute window it usually took for your delivery to come and eat before sleeping by 10 AM. You turned the white corridor lined with dark doors to stop in front of the one you called home. You felt up your pockets for your keys. Finally feeling the jagged edge of metal against your fingers you pulled it out, the jingling sound was the only other sound besides the voices you could hear from next door. You recently got a new neighbor, the old one had moved due to work relocation. It was such a shame, you two had been close and it was hard to adjust to a new neighbor, Minghao is his name if you weren't mistaken. You barely said anything to him since he moved in last week. A few greetings here and there were exchanged between the two of you. You only knew his name because of mail being accidentally put into your box day after day. You thought back to a few days ago, around two days after he moved in. He caught you while coming home in your work attire, that day you had been especially tired and it showed in your appearance. 

It only consisted of him saying “hey neighbor,” before he walked into his apartment and his three friends followed. You were worried about the noise factor but to your pleasant surprise you could hear him tell them to quiet down every time they got loud. You enter your home but not before stealing a glance over to Minghao’s door, hearing muffled voices.

‘Maybe he has friends over again,’ you thought to yourself before pushing the dark door in. You felt a fluffy tail around your ankles as soon as you stepped through the door.

“Hey, Cece.” You bent down to pet the white and gray cat on the ground. She started to walk off to god knows where while you took off your coat and shoes. You called in your order and paid, finally being able to enjoy a hot shower after a long day. You took your time under the hot water, letting it relax your tense muscles. The steam filled the tile bathroom and you looked down to your hands, red due to the hot water. You heard a female voice that interrupt your thoughts through the walls. The walls were thin but not that thin, it took a lot to hear someone talking from another apartment. You got out of the shower after that, you had been in there way too long anyway. Your noticed your prune like fingers while you changed into a fresh change of clothes. The doorbell rang just when you exited the steamy bathroom and prepared the cash tip.

          You thanked the delivery man and gave him a tip and sat down at your coffee table. Opening the bag, you took out it's contents. You saw Cece making her way towards you. Getting up, you lifted her into the couch and she turned a few times before getting comfortable. Came that time of the night to look for a show to watch while you ate. Although, once you did it was nearly impossible to enjoy your T.V show in peace. The voices next door got louder and louder. You wanted to shut them out and ignore it as white noise but you could make out every word they were shouting. Disregarding your damp hair and your cat meowing for you to not leave again, your hand turned the handle to your front door. You slipped on a pair of slide on slippers and walked the short distance to Minghao’s door. You took a deep breath before knocking, what were you going to say? Stop yelling? Regardless, you knocked and waited for him to answer. To your surprise the door opened quickly, you saw the angry looking girl behind Minghao. You assumed this was the loud female voice you heard while trying to relax in the shower. She looked angry and was red in the face, you saw tears streaming down her face with bits of mascara. You blinked rapidly and tore your eyes away from her, not wanting to make awkward eye contact.

Looking at Minghao, you began to speak, “hey, I’m-mh?!”

‘Hey, I'm your neighbor from next door. I know you just moved in and all but I have a night shift in 4 hours and I would appreciate if you kept the noise down,’ is what you wanted to say if it wasn't for his lips pressing against yours but you weren't complaining. They felt smooth and plush, unlike your own that was dry from not applying lip balm after coming out of the shower. You saw no point in it, you were going to eat right after but in this moment you wish you did. He held onto your body as you practically melted. You have never been kissed like this before with your luck in men. They didn't kiss you like Minghao did. They wouldn’t be able to kiss you like Minghao did. He pulled away, staring into your eyes before leaning towards your ear.

“I know this looks bad but play along and I'll explain everything later.” His breath tickled your neck and caused your cheeks to flush.

“U-uh sure…” You could barely say anything since you were still in shock from the kiss. He interlocked your fingers together and stepped away so you could see the girl in your sight again. She was just as shocked as you were.

“This is the girl you keep saying doesn't exist.” Minghao said while motioning over to you.

“So you’re the one, huh?” Her voice was just as loud as before but it was slightly brittle.

“Uh,” you felt Minghao’s fingers tighten around your hand, “yea! We’ve been seeing each other.” You saw the anger in her eyes and felt scared, like she was about to attack you. She start to walk towards you but Minghao let your hand go and stood in front of you.

“I think it's time for you to go.” Minghao said calmly, trying to be the bigger person in this situation.

“This isn't over!” She screamed louder than before.

“Yes it is.”

“Ugh!” The girl stomped out of his apartment but not before slamming his front door so loud that you heard your cat meow from the wall.

“I should be expecting a call from the landlord in a day shouldn't I?” Minghao crouched down and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Most likely.” You crouched down to be eye level with him. He pick up a fallen pillow and threw it back in the couch.

“About before, I'm sorry.” He looked at you apologetically.

“It’s fine, a nasty ex?” You said.

“Now she is.” He said blandly.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You said quickly after, not really knowing to comfort him but he didn't seem to mind that he just broke up with his girlfriend.

“It’s alright, we got into our 9th argument this week and I expected this to come.” He got up and started to fix up the rest of apartment.

“Do you want help cleaning up?” You asked him, figuring it would be weird to just leave after that and you wanted to speed up the process so you didn't have to hear cluttering while in bed.

“That would be amazing, thank you…” His voice trailed off.

“Y/N, I live next door.” You pointed to the left wall of his apartment.

“Ah, you always bring my mail over to me.” He nodded his head at remembering your morning attire and half awake face when you would drop off the said mail.

“So,” you paused before continuing to pick up the Chinese fashion magazines,” do you always kiss your new neighbors?” You said after you put them on his coffee table.

“Why? Want it to happen again?” He turned to you to saw your face flush a deeper red. He tried to hold back a smile.

“How about I take you in a date first? We’ll see if everything plays out well and I'll kiss you again.”

“Date? Wait! My take out! Ah, it's probably room temperature by now.” You suddenly remembered your food and sighed, you didn't want to use the microwave since it was half your age, a ‘goodbye present’ from your parents.

“I’m sorry about that, you could use my microwave if you want to. It's brand new.” He offered up his kitchen to your use and pat the top of the microwave.

“You just saved me from my old rickety microwave.” You sighed happily.

“You saved me from my ex, it's the least I can do.”

You spend the next hour continuing to help Minghao with his apartment and ate at his place also. You introduced him to your ragdoll cat and Cece loved him, so did you. Maybe love is a strong word but you are definitely attracted to him now. Usually you kiss after two people get together but a change up in the order makes it interesting.

“I still have my night shift….”

I HAD THIS WIP FOR 5 DAYS AND THATS THE QUICKEST i’VE EVER FINISHED, MODIFIED AND EDITED ANYTHING. I like this little prompt so I worked with it and it’s not bad! :o Until next time!

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

[haplesshuman]

Breaking Dawn Book 1

In which the plot...has gone walkabouts.

OK, the Book of Suck has been very handy. Whilst I was reading Breaking Dawn, I made notes in the Book of Suck. I have 35 notes, covering 8 pages.

Eight. A5. Pages. Full. Of. Plot. And. Characer. Issues.

Breaking Dawn is an anomaly in the Twilightverse in that I actually wanted to find out if Bella ended up a vampire. So, I looked at the end of the book, because I didn’t have any spoilers and, at the age of 15, assumed that it would end with Bella as a vampire.

I was wrong.

This is the beginning of the beginning of the end. And I still haven’t found my rubber gloves. And... much soap was needed afterwards.

Also, I need to give you a PSA. Chapter 7 has several ethical issues, particularly regarding abortions and medical consent. It’s bad.

1. The preface. Bella asks, if you were being killed by your s/o, would you give them your life?

Nobody’s killing you, Bella. Not yet.

2. The Truck. Yes, Bella’s ancient truck. You know the one. First of all, when it failed to show up in the book - Bells is now driving what I dub the Gawkmobile, because everyone stares at it - I questioned what happened to it. Had it caught fire? Did it get in the crash?

No, it just broke. Or Edward sabotaged it. And then bought her the Gawkmobile. OK. Wait a second. 

THAT TRUCK WAS A GIFT, DAMN IT! Let’s put it this way. Bella is about to give up humanity, and it means she won’t be able to see her parents. The truck was a gift from her father. She may want something very solid to remember him by. And it ‘breaks down’ (cause never known). 

Also... nobody openly admires cars. 

And how does anyone know that the car is 

3. Staring. Nobody is staring at you. And if you didn’t want to get married, why did you say yes, Bells? I’m just going to headdesk.

5. Black Credit Card. How is this a status symbol, lest it be one for the super rich only? And how did a not-rich teenager get one?

Enjoy the mountain of credit card debt, kiddo.

6. Police Mess up. Charlie, if Billy knows that Jacob is A-OK, take the damn posters down. Put pictures on the corkboard. Decorate it like Homer decorated his workstation. Anything. 

7. The Uninvited: Leah. Her mum was invited. Her brother was invited. Leah was not. DUDE, THAT WILL MAKE HER BITTER IF SHE CARES ABOUT YOU, AND IF SHE DOESN’T, SHE’LL BE MAD SHE WAS LEFT OUT WHEN THE REST OF HER FAMILY WAS INVITED.

8. Charlie and Renee. Sorry, Tumblr doesn’t do accents. Charlie takes it well. I thought for a second Renee’s reaction would be an off-page one, but nope, the anti-marriage Renee Something takes it fine, just to make everything easier for Bells and Edward.

To be honest, it would’ve been better if Renee had actually died, and that was why Bella had come to Forks. 

I’ve seen that done, by the way. It’s the reason why Emily Benedict came to Mullaby in The Girl who Chased the Moon. And it worked fine. Especially since part of the dual plotline was Emily finding out the truth about what caused her mother to leave the town she’s been sent to.

10. Dartmouth. OK. This is actually combining two points from the Book of Suck. First of all, Bells accepted the Dartmouth place that was bought for her. Someone who worked their behind off to get that place didn’t get it.

And then, to make matters worse, Bells decides that she actually wants to go to college, and Edward suddenly says that he doesn’t think she wants to go to college.

If you don’t think she wants to go to college, WHY DID YOU PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO GETTING HER A PLACE?

I’m just going to swear.

11. Turning 19. Another combo point. At one point, Bella calls being frozen at 18 every woman’s dream. I beg to differ, having a sucky time at 18 with only a few bright spots. Turning 19 was fine. Heck, I consider 2nd July International 19-Year-Olds Day. The thing I disliked most about being 19 was spending my last day as a teenager attending yet another funeral. 

Later, Bells changed her mind about not turning 19. Well, of course. Now she’s not going to want to be a vampire ever, right?

12. Jacob at the wedding. Edward has Bells meet Jacob as a surprise, making me hope that the whole wedding was Bells being trolled and Jacob was just picking Edward up so they can elope.

Of course it’s not. And Jacob has a fit when Bella says that she wants to get turned into a vampire after the honeymoon. Jacob, please leave the wedding and get some brain bleach. Just get over yourself. 

13. The Geography Fail. Or rather, consistency fail! Rio de Janeiro isn’t on the west coast of Brazil, because Brazil doesn’t have a west coast. It’s on the east coast. Yet... within two sentences, it’s simultaneously on the east and west coast. The editor missed a trick there.

14. Isle Esme. What a name. Honestly, couldn’t it be Esme Isle? Or Esme Island? Whatever, I’d rather be on Tracy Island than there.

15. The swimming. Seeing as we don’t see Bella actually put on any swimming garb, I’m assuming she’s skinny-dipping, which means I’m just going to go to my happy place and check the Miami Open scores. BRB. I’ll just leave you with a tennis gif whilst I check. 

And now I’m back.

16. I almost forgot... The plot of chapter 2 is... Soppy dialogue, Edward is dragged away, Bells remembers the Denali sisters who I’ve never heard of before and they talk about immortal children.

OK. This is the last book. I have no idea who the Denali sisters are. 

Hapless Human considers putting an appropriate metaphor in, but then remembers how immortal children are created and thinks better of it.

Oh yeah. THEY’RE CREATED BY TURNING SMALL CHILDREN INTO VAMPIRES. BASICALLY, DRINKING THEIR BLOOD AND EFFECTIVELY KILLING THEM.

Wait a second. A telephone is calling. The great white telephone.

And the concept of immortal children was never mentioned before. Someone fired the gun without telling us that there’s a gun to be fired in the first place!

Oh, then we have nightmares. Bells needs a shrink.

17. Stereotypes. Enter stage left, cue unfortunate implications, I need say no more.

18. Alice and Renee. Alice is a sister-in-lawzilla. She’s ended up being more of a bridezilla than the actual bride! 

And as for Renee... she’s so OOC about the wedding I think she’s been possessed.

In the Book of Suck, I said I’d insert the relevant gif. So I shall. Anti-marriage person planning a wedding with the groom’s sisterzilla? I think we need a facepalm,

19. Part 1 of Chapter 7. Bella fails at cooking, and is sick and is convinced she’s pregnant. SEVERAL LAWS OF BIOLOGY HAVE BEEN TORN UP AND SET ON FIRE. Also, we have to talk periods. They’re very irregular, especially in the early days. I should know, I’m a woman and can’t predict my periods from one month to the next. If my period was five days late, I wouldn’t assume I was pregnant.

20. Vampire fertility. You can’t have male vampires be fertile and females infertile. Either BOTH are fertile or BOTH are infertile. Anything else is sexist.

So... Bella turns down calling on a local doctor (because needles) and decides to phone Carlisle. And Carlisle decides to tell all the diagnosis to Edward. This has been done on The Archers. It failed there. The pregnant woman’s diagnosis was told to her abusive husband and he used it to guilt trip her.

They split up.

Unlike that pregnancy, Bella’s pregnancy is a genuine accident. 

21. Pregnancy making you want kids. Bells has this happen to her. I quite honestly believe that the “you don’t want kids now? Just wait till you’re pregnant!” argument is a myth. And I actually want children someday.

22. Edward’s reaction. He’s not to thrilled about being a dad. In fact, he wants Bella to have an abortion. He’s basically told Carlisle that’s what’s going to happen, WITHOUT consulting Bella, who is CARRYING THE GOD DAMN BABY! If my RE classes are anything to go by, the father doesn’t have a say in whether an abortion happens or not. And since Bella’s the one carrying the baby, what she says goes. IT’S HER BODY, NOT YOURS YOU IDIOT!

...Urgh.

Anyway. Next week, we’re doing the second Princess Diaries book. It won’t make me sick, I hope. And I hope I’ll have the rubber gloves for part 2.

[blackballsquash]

Explosion of skills, Drama, Change of Ref, suspense & upset in OK Blackball...

[7] Karim Abdel Gawad (Egy) 3-0 [1] Mohamed ElShorbagy (Egy) 11-4, 11-9, 12-10 (57m)

Guys, just to let you know, this might be a long one, so get yourself a cupper, or a beer, whatever takes your fancy, and sit comfortably. Let me set you the scene as I lived it.  In the middle of the “reserved seatings” right behind the glasswall, a nest of young PSA French players come for a camp in Blackball, forming like a secure barrier between the two families, Basma and Hossam Shorbagy on the right of the court, and the Gawad Clan on the other side where I’m sitting. At the back, the Farag parents, like Switzerland, neutral and observing it all… Little me, with my computer on my side, on my right, Karim’s mum who I had the privilege to taste the food of – no wonder Karim can be a bit round around the waste sometimes. On my left, Farah Bendary, the future Mrs Karim. In front of me, Karim’s coaches, including Omar Abdel Aziz. He was the one keeping everybody calm. And anybody will tell you how calm and composed Abdel Aziz is. NOT. That gives you an idea of the atmosphere around me….

Back on court. Mohamed is anything but relaxed. He notices people moving, he is not settled yet. His mum, just arrived from the UK, is seeing him play live for the first time since the British Open. He knows the crowd – Cairo supporters – will probably cheer for their boys, whereas Mohamed is from Alexandria…. And he knows that Karim is back in form. Mohamed’s never hidden his true admiration for Karim’s squash: “Karim makes it look so easy, and I make it look so hard” he mentioned in his post interview match yesterday, mirroring  Nick Matthew who was talking about Shabana a few years back. So, Karim, relaxed, injury free, in front of a packed partisan audience. Mohamed, not that confident, pressure maximum, although the H2H are hugely in his favour. Out of the 11 times they officially played together including 3 British Junior matches, the only times Mohamed lost to Gawad were  the semis of the worlds in Wadi Degla, and the following week, Qatar Final 2016.

And so they start. Mohamed is completely overwhelmed in the first game. Like in Wadi Degla’s World in that infamous first game from 8/3 down , Karim is just on fire, he is not even on fire, he is out here, out of our galaxy somewhere, having had kryptonite for dinner. At 8/2 down, Mohamed is trying to break the momentum, he asks for a review he knows he won’t get, then requests the AC to be turned on.  Karim loses two points, but won’t be denied. The game lasts 12m, Mohamed will score 2 winners, makes two erros, while Karim counts 8 winners for the same errors plus a stroke. 4/1, 8/2, 11/4. Karim support camp is flying. The second game is more balanced, as Mohamed is more settled. 3/0 Karim but 3/3 quickly then 5/3, 5/5. At 7/7 all, Karim is putting an incredible pressure onto Mohamed, who is playing out of his skin, trying to slow down the pace. A let for Karim. Appeal from Mohamed wanting a no let of course, who finds his request becoming a stroke. “I told you John that would happen with that video ref” Mohamed goes. Apparently, Mohamed went to the officials beforehand, mentioning that there was a conflict of interest for Nassar Zahran, coach to Al Alhy Club (where Karim plays for the Leagues), who happened to be the video ref for the match. Whatever the call was actually a stroke or not is of no importance at that point. What is important is that Mohamed is now sure that the officials are against him, and right or wrong, it affects his squash. He is fuming, and at 9/7, after he tinned the ball, he asks “can I ask for a change of video ref”? “No you can’t” replies the main ref. Gawad gets his first game ball at 10/8. He looks very tired, not exactly surprising after the work produced, but still fights and runs. Mohamed is giving it a last push, 9/10 as Mohamed finds an superb backhand drop shot winner, but gutsy as it comes, Gawad plays an incredible long drop shot from the changing rooms all the way to the right front corners. 

Even Mohamed claps the quality. Mohamed is down 2/0, 11/9 in 17m.

Stats time, 5 winners, 4 errors and 2 strokes for Karim, 3 winners, same errors and strokes for Mohamed for that second game. As Mohamed comes back on court, I hear the ref announcing “Mr Shorbagy, your request has been accepted and the video ref has been changed.” Which is bizarre in my view. It gives a signal the ref did something wrong, for a start. Did he? Is that why he was taken out? Or just because of a possible conflict of interest? It creates a precedent as well, doesn’t it? If there was really a problem, should Nasser been allowed to ref? Questions, questions. Anyway, it probably calmed down Mohamed momentarily, which is the main thing here. The third sees an excellent start from the Babyface Assassin, 6/3. But there is a change of pace/momentum, as now Mohamed is at the front of the court, while Karim is doing an awful lot of work picking up Bagy’s attacks. At that point, I remember Jahangir Khan telling me as he was watching Greg Gaultier in the final of the 2006 words against Palmer “he’d better won in 3”. Famous last words. Yes, I am thinking that Gawad looks a bit dead in the middle of that game. And Mohamed sees it as well. He knows Karim needs to win in 3, and  makes it harder and harder for him. But Karim can see the finishing line, he knows that if he can last that game, it’s over. Not sure he would have been able to push that hard and that well had they been at 1/1…. That second was sooo crucial… 7/5, an incredibly hard, gruelling, attritional rally, with both players cutting of both pace and angles. And Karim is tired. A no let against him, then two errors allow Mohamed to come back to 8/8. I can see Mrs Abdel Gawad praying in silence, I can only see her the lips moving, and I’m pretty sure that on the other side, Basma is doing the same. And twice, I hear Mohamed talking to himself, and turning to his camp, “what can I do? What can I do?” Incredible tension. Incredible scenario. Incredible suspense. At 9/9, Mohamed tins the ball setting up a first match ball for Karim, but a winner kill from Mohamed takes care of that. Karim then finds another incredible volley drop shot that sets up a second match ball. And quickly this time, it’s a mishit for the world number 1, 12/10 for Karim. The crowd, absolutely enchanted, invades the “reserved seating”, and one teenager actually steps on my laptop – the footprint on it made me fear the worst. But no, laptop screen survived. Mohamed is quickly out of the arena, while the Gawad’s support camp rejoices and congratulates each other. Feels like a World Final, and I sort of expect the fireworks to come on and bits falling from the skies! And it was only a quarter final....

Karim

Sweet, very sweet

To win 3-0 against a tough player like him and even when I was 2-0 up, you feel like he can come back at any second – he is one of the fittest players on Tour. I just had to be very strong mentally today and push until the last point in the match. He’s very fit and strong mentally, so I knew that he could come back at any second. I didn’t want to go to another game or to a fifth game – I know he is very strong, so I just wanted to finish the match in three and to win against him is a huge thing.”

Mohamed is the world number 1, the world champion, and is one of the most consistent player on my generation, he has been winning all the tournament back to back, so beating him 3/0 is just such a great result.

I kept losing in the quarters, but at least I was consistently reaching the quarters and I have been playing those guys all season.

Of course, today was very hard and I had to push from the first point to the last point.

For a few months now, I have been doing everything I could to come back to my former level. And I had to focus on the work at the gym, getting stronger, getting fitter, core work. But also, I had so many issues with my body that needed looked at and after. I had also a sport hernia, and I was so careful not to go to surgery, not to have to stop.

So although I was not fit enough and at my 100% physically, I kept going to events, to keep in touch with the game, with the boys, and hung around until I fix the problem and was fit enough to be at my best again.

Tactically, I was playing Mohamed, who is so dangerous in the middle. So I had to play the best basic game I could, as in making sure to push the ball as deep in the back corner I could and keep it tight. And that’s why I said I had to be so strong mentally, because I haven’t played at that level for such a long time.

This win means so much for me, I wanted that win so badly, I wanted to reach the semis to improve my ranking, but more than everything else, I wanted to prove to my coaches that the hard work we have done in the summer is finally paying off.

[cumingbackformore-blog]

“Please don’t tell anybody”

It is time for my cRinGeY goodbye v-card story.

So, my boy Lax hits me up around 7pm with a snap inviting me over for later that night. Using my better choice of judgement, I asked him, “Do you have condoms now?” He responded with, “No, but please come over anyways. We don’t have to do anything, we can just cuddle. I just want you to come.” 

At this point I’m thinking no fucking way am I going through the trouble of sneaking out, driving over to his place, and quietly making my way inside just to CUDDLE. Not to mention the possibility of accidentally falling asleep in his room and waking up to a morning of terror.

With this in mind I say, “Nah, I’ll bring some.” (Thinking back I realized snapping me at 7pm gave him a LOT of time to run to a store and buy some?? Maybe? He? Did? Just? Want? To? Cuddle?) 

Anyways, I go over to his place at 11pm. He makes me park at the end of his street where there’s a clearing. It’s not even like a block from his house, but it is definitely enough length for a decent walk of shame.

As I’m making my way to the back of his house (his room is kind of an enclosed patio, so lucky for me there’s a door from the outside leading directly into his room) I realized I made a big oops. I usually just leave my purse in my car because I’m not responsible enough to remember to grab it before I leave. Since I took it out of my car earlier to fill it with some rubbers, I didn’t have it with me. Meaning my purse was still sitting at home in my room. Meaning I didn’t actually have condoms.

Now, at this stage in my life, I had finally gotten around to getting on birth control. Because my parents are good ol’ Catholic conservatives, they didn’t believe in contraceptives (especially for their teenage daughter who obviously doesn’t even need them because she’s not going to have sex until she’s married.) So, I had made my way over to the local family planning, treated myself to their free birth control, and stocked up on condoms from the community condom jar.

Even though I now had been on birth control for a few weeks, I had decided that I would still use a condom because two methods is the best method blah blah blah. But, I can tell you in those moments walking up to Lax’s bedroom door alone, horny, and wearing a black lace bralette, I decided condoms were an optional accessory for me.

So, without going into detail, we have sex. Not for very long though. 2 minutes is pushing it honestly. He pulled out and I thought he was just calming down to keep going, but nope. Boy came. So, without trying to embarrass him too much, I say, “Can we do it again?” Lax replies with a sincere, “Oh we are definitely doing this again.” To which I eagerly say, “Now?” Lax just laughs until he realized I wasn’t kidding, then resorting to a slightly embarrassed, “Oh, shittttt.”

Before we could continue our conversation, Lax’s stepmother wakes up. We can hear her walking around the kitchen, so he proposes we just cuddle until she goes back to bed. As we’re waiting, he begins to doze off, I begin to doze off...it was just bad. I start thinking, “OMG I am NOT falling asleep in his bed.” So, I leave.

When I get to my car, I realize that I am in no way ready to call the night over. Horny me is still thriving and just wants more D. So, in my car at the end of Lax’s street, I hit up his baseball teammate, Chub. 

Chub is a total fuck boy whose life consists of beer, power lifting, hoes, weed, and parties. To sum it up, Chub is living his life at such a level of trash that I respect it (and am slightly jealous.) Anyways, he had hmu on facebook messenger two days prior and asked for my snap. I had given it to him, and we sent some PG-13 pics, so I knew he was dtf. 

He answered my snap that said, “Hey want to meet up?” with a classy “Yeah I do, meet me in the FleetFarm parking lot.” FleetFarm is a hick store that sells lots of guns, chew, and fishing gear. But, side hoes can’t ask for much, so I went. As I hop in his daddy truck, he proceeds to take me to a hidden backroad, while trying to convince me that bad situations find him and it’s not his fault. I just listen, push away any concerned questioning from my conscious, and when he pulls over to the side of the road, I crawl to the backseat. (He wouldn’t let me get out of the car to get to the backseat because he said the music would turn off if I opened the door, so when I say I crawled I literally mean like awkwardly climb over a seat and plop into the back.) 

He joins me and before I know it I’m somehow completely naked and he hasn’t even taken off a shoe. I tell him, “Ok, Chub, take off your shirt.” To which he replies, “You really don’t want to see this dad bod.” (But since “dad bod” actually means a chiseled 6 pack and biceps as big as my calves we all know I was dying to become acquainted.) So, as I’m beginning to find out why girls like men that are good with their hands, he asks if I’m on birth control. I told him I was, and we try to have sex.

It’s important to note I say try because apparently Chub had been inhaling some illegal substances earlier, so what was supposed to be solid wood was actually soggy wood. Anyways, sex was not about to happen. 

Chub starts frantically apologizing. He was very embarrassed and said, “I swear this never happens. This isn’t the “““Chub”““ experience I give girls. Please don’t tell anyone.” I tell him, “It’s fine,” even though I’m thinking to myself, what the fuck does a girl gotta do to get decent sex around here? Like seriously help a hoe out omg. 

But, then Chub tells me, “I‘m still going to make sure you have a good time.” So, he did his best to make up for the fact that he couldn’t get it up and whatever he was doing actually felt good. 

As the clock starts clicking close to 2am, we put our clothes back on. He offered me a tissue to clean myself up with. I almost cried because wow that was the most considerate thing like aww. We both sat in the back seat for a little longer, just wiping off sweat (and other fluids) together. Then, we climb back to the front seats (so the music doesn’t turn off), and he starts taking me back to my car. **PSA fogging car windows are real** 

On the drive back he asked, “So how was it?” I replied honestly and said, “Like a 6.” Not satisfied with that answer he begins to apologize more, telling me it never happens, begging me not to tell anyone, and promising he’ll get me to an 11 if I’ll let him try again sometime. I decide that sounded fair, but I must say I later told quite a few of my friends. Then he cranked up the music because Bounce Back was playing and he really felt like he could relate.

After his music jam he starts talking to me again and says, “I didn’t know you were like this.” Laughing I respond with, “Like what? A slut?” He said, “No no no, I mean how many guys have you slept with?” I hesitate, responding with a safe, “Mmmm...” To which he replies, “Oh we’re not telling each other things right now?” Against maybe better judgement, I tell the truth and say, “One.” Chub responds with, “See you’re not a slut.” Meanwhile I’m just sitting there thinking, yeah but that was with your teammate about um two hours ago.

And that my friends is how I lost my virginity. 

-M