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FUCK I FUCKING DIED THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM DYING

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SUMMARY: Minghao was the black sheep, though you'd never understood why. Maybe it's time you figure it out.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst (MAJOR ANGST)

PAIRING: Xu Minghao x afab!reader

WC: 5.5k

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PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: this is actually really dark, infidelity, rich people core, p in v sex, exhibitionism (yn gets fingered in the back of her car while on the phone), minghao is possessive, stalker themes, criminal, mentions of blood, reader gets injured, a lot goes on actually i've never written something like this el oh el

A/N: this was NOT supposed to end up like it did, but I decided on a whim to do this. Thank you to @sungbeam and @mosviqu for beta reading this (even if some of it was very last minute). I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did teehee

“Who is that?” You tilt your head, eyes trained in the direction of someone you’d never seen before at these functions. Your friend, Jang Gyuri, follows your eyes and kisses her teeth. 

“Xu Minghao,” she brings her lips close to your ear so only you can hear her. No need for prying eyes and ears to hear what she has to say and spread unwanted rumors. “I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

“Why?” 

Many people would have described you as innocent. You came from “new money” as they would call it. Your father practically struck gold when he decided in his early thirties to start a business. The company grew quickly, the products being released becoming popular all over South Korea and, eventually, internationally. You knew that you should pay more attention to his work, as you’d likely inherit it one day, but you can’t find it in you to care. With this recent rise to power, you’d been taking advantage of your seemingly neverending access to parties of all kinds. Galas, clubs, birthday parties for the spoiled brats that had been born into this life. You were a free spirit, never one to avoid cameras, and that made you dangerous in the eyes of many in this country. Gyuri told you that, though old money was never afraid of new money, new money had the power of intimidation.

She’d told you many names as examples: Wen Junhui, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Chan, Han Jisung, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Chwe Hansol. Though their families weren’t necessarily liked, they held status among the wealthy children for varying reasons— proving their worth being the main reason, intimidation being another. 

Xu Minghao, however, was never a name you had heard in these recent months. Maybe there was a reason for that, you note when your eyes meet his lidded ones and he flashes you a lazy smirk. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze back to Gyuri. She’s giving you a dirty look, her painted red lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together. 

“He’s bad news, Y/N,” she warns. “Seungcheol will tell you about it, and he’d want you to be careful around him.”

“Seungcheol,” your voice is laced with venom, “is in the bathroom with Seo Yookyung. I don’t think he cares what I do, so long as I don’t ruin his reputation.”

“That’s not exactly what I would call a healthy relationship.” 

Both you and Gyuri flinch, startled by the interruption, and turn to scold whoever jumped into a private conversation. 

You fall short, however, your mouth partially hanging open with shock and, honestly, awe. 

From afar, you could tell that he was attractive but now that he’s up close? You feel like you could sink and drown in him. Long dark hair, thin and pointed face, scrutinizing eyes. He was intimidating to most, this you could tell. But to you?

He was the most gorgeous person you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. 

“Xu Minghao,” Gyuri’s tone is cold and she shuffles to stand just slightly in front of you, something both you and Minghao notice. 

“Jang Gyuri,” Minghao mocks, sticking one of his hands into a pocket in his slacks.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know by now that you aren’t welcome?” Her words are sharp, and it almost scares you. Gyuri, despite her reputation for being cruel, had always been kind to you. She’d been a sort of mentor to you, teaching you the rights and wrongs in terms of “rich behavior”. She taught you the right people to associate with, and the wrong people to associate with. However, she had never once raised her voice or made you feel unwelcome. Quite unlike how she talks to Minghao. 

“I go wherever I please, Jang Gyuri.” Minghao sighs, a puff of air that makes a few loose strands of hair flutter out of his face. Then his eyes return to you, scanning your body but not in a seductive manner. No, he’s curious. You can see it in his eyes, behind the cold front he puts up. “And…who might you be?” 

“None of your business—”

“L/N Y/N—”

You and Gyuri speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth quickly when she shoots you another nasty look. Minghao, however, is amused. One side of his mouth quirks up in a mild show of this, the corners of his lips picking up. 

“So, which is it?” He inquires. “None of your business or Y/N L/N? I’m not a betting man, but I’d wager that it’s the latter.” 

You poorly stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough. 

“What do you want?” Gyuri hisses out, tapping a heel on the marble floor impatiently. Minghao presses his lips together, loosely shrugging his shoulders. 

“Just wanted to see if I could buy your lovely friend here a drink.”

“She’s taken.”

“She,” you finally interrupt Gyuri and place a hand on her collarbone to gently push her back. “Can speak for herself. And she will need a few more drinks to make it through the night.”

Gyuri sputters out an argument, trying to get you to stop, but Minghao grins down at you and offers his arm. You gladly take it, giving Gyuri one more warning look before you’re tugged away through the crowd. 

“You’re new money.” Minghao leans against the counter next to you while you sit on one of the few open stools left. There’s a martini in front of you, one that’s barely been touched since you received it a few minutes ago. 

“Is it that obvious?” You tilt your head and Minghao smiles, his head dipping down a bit. 

“Not entirely,” he looks back up and shifts his weight. “Only if you know what to look for.” 

“And what, exactly,” you lean toward him, resting your chin on the back of your hand, “are you looking for?”

His tongue runs over his lip, eyebrows furrowing in thought. 

“You’re interesting, Y/N L/N.” Evading the question. 

“Oh?” You finally bring your martini glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic beverage. “Why is that, Xu Minghao?” 

“You don’t…you don’t know who I am, do you?” Your lips quirk into a small smile.

“No, I don’t. Is it something important?” 

For the first time since you’d begun talking to him, he falls quiet in a way that shows discomfort. Your smile drops, and you lean back on your stool. 

“Minghao,” you start. “Is there something I should know?” 

You see a muscle in his jaw feather, see his eyes dance around you to see who was around. One of your hands falls to your lap, playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Now he’s avoiding your questions. 

“I’m…” he huffs out a breath, tilting his head back and scoffing out a laugh. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone I just met, but…there’s something about you that I just can’t place.”

“I’ve been told that by many people.” Minghao shifts closer to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. 

“What else have they told you?”

“That I can be a bit…straightforward.” His other hand is on the counter, and your fingers dance just a bit closer to his, the tips brushing together slightly. “That when I get nervous, I either talk too much or not at all.”

“And…?” He leans his head down a bit. 

“That you’re bad,” your voice lowers, your lips curling into a smirk. “That I should stay away from you.”

“And I take it you don’t listen to these people, do you?” Minghao asks, his voice dropping an octave. There’s tension around you, something so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Not at all.”

“What would they do if I asked you to leave with me?” His fingers finally lace with yours and you hum, pretending to think.

“Seungcheol might not like that very much.”

Minghao scoffs. “You know damn well that he left a long time ago.” 

“But still…” you sigh and shake your head. “Someone has to be loyal.” 

A nod from the man in front of you, and a sly smile. 

“I understand, and I won’t make you do anything.” He squeezes your hand once, and you feel him slide a piece of paper into your palm. He waits for your fingers to close around the paper before he pulls his hand away. “You’ll know where to find me when you change your mind and drop him. And, when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

When he leaves the building, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your shoulders relax, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You’re in the middle of trying to get your body under control when Gyuri stomps back over to you. 

“What the hell were you thinking, talking to a man like him?” Her nails dig into your upper arm, scraping into your skin and causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Are you stupid?”

“I don’t see what your problem is,” you sigh and finish off your martini before sliding off your barstool. Your feet are aching at this point, and you’re just itching to get out of this dress. “He isn’t as bad as you think he is.”

“Xu Minghao isn’t the man he’s seemed to convince you he is.” Gyuri warns you. “He’s a liar, just like his father is. He’ll hurt you, Y/N, and don’t come crying to me when he does. I’ll just tell you that I warned you and tried to stop you. I won’t help you if you get yourself tangled up with him.”

“It’s a good thing I won’t need your help then, isn’t it?” You retort, tearing your arm out of her grip and straightening your posture. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Gyuri, and I won’t let you or Seungcheol stop me anymore.”

“Gyuri tells me you’ve been talking to Xu Minghao.” Seungcheol looks at you in the mirror as he tightens the tie around his throat. You’re in the middle of sliding on another pair of uncomfortable shoes that will have your toes bleeding by the end of the night, and raise your gaze to look at him.

“I have. Only once, though.” Your eyes return to the ground to grab the second heel. For two weeks you had been talking to this…mystery man. You’d learned more about him every day, of his father’s scandals that would have left his family bankrupt had Minghao not come out and saved the company. You found it admirable but most chose to despise him, refusing partnerships and refusing to admit the good he’s done for his company and family as someone so young. 

And, of course, you had only done this with a little bit of research and a quick phone call to the number he slipped into your hand. You’re sure Seungcheol knows this, knows that you’re too curious for your own good. This is something the two of you had argued about far too many times to count, and he’s since given up on trying to stop you.

“I’m sure that you’re aware of everything, then?”

“Aware of Minghao’s father or of your infidelity?” You rise to your feet, and Seungcheol freezes for just a moment before carrying on.

“Ah.”

“If you’re going to whore yourself out,” Your hand brushes against your boyfriend’s shoulder and you spin him around so you can tie the fabric around his neck. “At least do it where no one will see you.” Your lips are drawn into a tight smile and you rest your hand on his chest. “At least do it where no one will see you, my love.”

“I take it…” Seungcheol watches you walk away and listens to the clicking of your heels on the ground. “...that the engagement is off, then?”

“Correct.” 

“What will you do?” You turn to look at the man you once tolerated, now finding him disgusting. 

“I think that I’ll be just fine. I have an apartment, I have a family that loves me, and a thriving company that I need to learn to lead. You, however, should worry about your status once news of your actions hits the papers come Monday.” 

Seungcheol nods slowly, his tongue digging into his cheek. 

“I have a ride to the gala,” you make your way for the bedroom door, lips drawn into a thin line. “I will have someone collect my things tomorrow morning, so make sure everything is exactly as it is now because they will have a list and I will come for everything you have if your toy for the night has the gall to take my belongings again.”

Seungcheol looks at you for a long moment, watching you leave the room before choosing to follow you. 

“And what of the deal your father made with my company?”

“Find someone else,” you shrug. “My father just wanted to make connections and you happened to give him the perfect opportunity to benefit both companies.”

“I could tell people, you know.” Seungcheol places his hand on the front door, stopping you from leaving. You turn to face him, your eyes narrowed. He doesn’t appear angry, yet he isn’t looking too pleased either. “That you had an affair. They would believe me. They would never believe someone like you.”

An easy smile passes over your lips, and you place a hand on his chest. “I don’t need them to believe me. Gyuri, on the other hand…” you kiss your teeth. “She can be quite the devil, no?”

“Gyuri trusts him?” Seungcheol asks and you can practically taste the disbelief. 

“No, she doesn’t,” your lips draw into a thin line. “She does, however, trust me.”

A silent type of anger radiates off Seungcheol as you turn away from him again. This time, when the door shuts, he doesn’t follow you. You’re glad he doesn’t. It makes it much easier to steady your breathing and the shaking in your hands.

You arrive at the party alone this time. There is no Gyuri and no Seungcheol to protect you from the cameras, from the invasive questions, and the microphones shoved into your face. It startles you and before you can get one foot out of the door, your body freezes up. One of the guards your father hired yells something, and then there’s someone sliding into your car and pushing you back. 

“Take a breath,” a soft, silky voice pushes through the yells outside the car. A hand cradles the back of your head, tangling in your long strands of hair, pulling you closer and tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Just breathe, love.” 

Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it’s the freedom you now know you have, but suddenly you’re laughing and pulling away from Minghao. He looks just as stunning as the last time you saw him. Dark hair, narrowed eyes, lips drawn into a thin line. He’s wearing a suit similar to last time— all black, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. 

“Are you alright?” His hand comes to your cheek, letting you nestle into his gentle hold. “Talk to me, love. Are you alright?” 

But you just keep laughing, and then you’re clutching at his collar and yanking him toward you for a furious kiss. He freezes against you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. It takes him a moment to reciprocate, to get over the initial shock and sink into you. His lips move softly against yours, forcing you to calm down and actually breathe like he’d requested. 

After a few moments, you pull away and lean your forehead against his. 

“So that’s what this is about?” Minghao murmurs. “You just wanted my attention, is that it?” 

“Not necessarily,” you pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you go very far. His hand is just around the curve of your waist, holding you near to him. “I have other reasons.”

“And what would they be?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach like a teenager in love.

“I like you, Xu Minghao.” God, you sound like one as well. “Very much.”

“I like you too, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss, this time tilting your head to reach the corner of your jaw. The car starts moving again, and Minghao calls out an address. His address, you assume. 

“You’re gorgeous, Minghao,” He laughs against your skin, trailing his lips down your neck slowly. “It makes it hard, you know.”

“Makes what hard, my flower.” 

“To focus. To talk to you. You make me so nervous, it’s infuriating.” Your breath hitches as he sucks gently at the skin above a vein. Your hand curls around his neck, tangling in his long strands of hair. 

Minghao doesn’t respond, but you don’t mind. Not when he drags you into his lap, the fabric around your body now splayed across the backseat of your car. You can hear your phone ringing, but you ignore it until the sound disappears. You focus on Minghao, focus on the feel of his lips on your skin and his hands all over your body. You focus on swiping your tongue over his lip, on pressing forward until his back is digging into the door, the armrest uncomfortable against his spine but neither of you cares.

Your phone rings again and, this time, Minghao pulls away from you, tilting your chin up and handing you the slim device. 

“It’s your father, I think.” His lips press against your jaw, and you exhale shakily. “Shouldn’t worry him too much.”

“Minghao—”

“Answer him.” His hand replaces his lips, giving your jaw a slight squeeze. “Or I will.”

The third ring comes, and you swallow hard. Minghao smiles, his lips curling up as he takes the phone from your hand and swipes on the green button.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice is steady, and you can hear the exasperation. “What is this I’m hearing from Choi Seungcheol that the engagement is off?” 

Minghao’s lips touch your neck again, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your gown to trace up your thigh. It takes all the power in your body to not gasp into the microphone, your eyes fluttering as he touches you.

“He— what did he say?” You briefly stumble over your words, trying desperately to keep a firm grip on your phone and nearly failing when Minghao’s hand dips past your lacy underwear. Two fingers prod at your core and your breath hitches. Your free hand drops down and grips Minghao’s wrist tightly. He shoots you a playful smirk, lips puffy from kissing you and from sucking at your neck. You let him go.

“That you’ve left him. That you had an affair with…” you hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and then a loud sigh. “Xu Minghao?”

“That would be a lie, father.” You inform the older man, and Minghao’s fingers sink deep into you. It’s a wonder you haven’t moaned into your phone yet but with the way his skillful hand pumps in and out of you, soon you very well might. His thumb pushes at your clit, and you let your head drop into his neck, begging silently for him to have mercy on your poor mind and body. 

“Is that so?”

“Seungcheol had an affair. Well, several affairs. Minghao simply helped me realize that I wouldn’t—” Your voice cracks as a little whimper almost makes its way out of your mouth. Minghao leans his head against yours and you can feel his cheeks stretching into a smile as he continues to drag his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet walls. He scissors them a bit, and then you feel a third sink into you. Your legs begin to shake and try to close, and with his free hand Minghao grabs onto one of your thighs to hold them open. “—wouldn’t be happy if I stayed with him.”

You hope that the shaking in your voice can pass as upset tears.

“I don’t— It doesn’t matter if you end up happy. I want what’s best for you and the business. Marrying Seungcheol would have balanced this.”

“Marrying Seungcheol would lead to a miserable life and the downfall of two companies.” You snap back, and you hear Minghao beginning to whisper praises into your ear. With red cheeks and a swelling heart, your hips begin to roll down on his fingers. “Minghao, at least, will keep me happy and will benefit both companies in many ways.”

Silence on your father’s end, and a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum yet, flower.” Minghao murmurs, licking at the skin under your ear. “Wait until he hangs up.”

I can’t. You want to scream. Every curl of his fingers, every brush of his thumb against your clit. It’s all becoming too much for you. It’s incredible you’re able to keep yourself together while on the phone.

“Is this what you really want?” Your father asks, and your whole body shudders against Minghao. 

“It— it is.” You gasp. Another pregnant pause. Fuck, it’s like your father wants you to suffer.

“Have him come by my office tomorrow for lunch. We’ll all talk then.”

You don’t get the chance to respond before he’s hanging up the phone and the car is rolling to a stop. Minghao rips his fingers out of you, effectively ruining the high you’d been approaching. 

“You’re— you’re horrible.” You whine, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. 

“You love it, though.” He grins and slides you off his lap so he can get the door. Your body feels like jelly, your mind in a haze. You hardly notice Minghao tugging you by the hand, guiding you out of the car and to the front door of a beautiful house— so beautiful that it nearly takes your breath away.

Minghao’s arm is placed delicately on the small of your back, and you let him guide you into the house and up a grand marble staircase. You can’t begin to express the awe you feel. You can’t help the giddy feeling in your bones when you reach the top of the staircase and Minghao takes your hand. It appears, however, that he is feeling just about the same as you when he smiles so wide that you fear his lips would become stuck like that, and he drags you quickly toward a bedroom.

You let him press you down on the bed and let him kiss his way from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, and begin to peel the straps of your gown down your body so he can expose more and more skin. You feel like you’re burning up, feel like your body is being set ablaze wherever he touches your body. The zipper along the side of the dress is tugged town, and you raise your hips so Minghao can peel it down the rest of the way and throw the fabric somewhere across the room.

“I should be mad at you for that,” you say to him, although you relish in the feeling of his lips trailing down the valley of your breasts. “That dress was a very expensive gift.”

“Oh?” Minghao’s voice is muffled, and he tugs your panties down your legs as he speaks. “From who?” 

You watch as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, watch as he reveals every gorgeous inch of his skin to you. 

“Seungcheol.” His gaze hardens when he sees you smirk. 

“Then I should burn it, I think. Replace it with something newer, prettier, pricier.” He hovers his body over yours, lacing the fingers of one hand through your own and using his free hand to align himself with you. A pleased sigh is emitted from your lips as he sinks in, back arching as he begins to stretch you out.

“Is that so?” You breathe out. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer until you can kiss him. 

“Mmm.” Minghao hums against you, beginning to roll his hips slowly into yours. “I should burn everything that he has ever given you, I think.” 

You can barely respond, your voice seemingly broken and replaced by gasps for air as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster and you can’t seem to get control of your body. He doesn’t care, though. He doesn’t care that you can only roll your hips into his, can only bite into his skin, and leave dark marks that he won’t be able to hide (not that he would want to). Knowing that you’re enjoying this, fucked too dumb to speak even though he’d only been inside of you for barely a few minutes, it’s all enough for him. It’s more than enough. 

“What would he say if he saw us like this?” Minghao continues, his hands sliding down your legs and gently pushing them farther apart. “Hm? Would he stop me? Would he try to fight for you?”

You try to tell him he wouldn’t, but all that comes out of you is helpless babbles. 

“I would,” he hisses, and the knot in your stomach returns. It builds and builds, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to touch you, to feel you.” 

“And—” you finally manage to choke out a few words. “And what— what m-makes you—oh god, Minghao please— think that— that you do?” 

“You already know why, my flower.” Minghao’s hips are slapping against yours at a pace— at a furosity— that you can’t keep up with, “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” 

The knot in your stomach snaps, your walls fluttering around him but he’s relentless. He pounds into you as your body convulses underneath him, your pathetic whines and moans turning into desperate wails. 

“I’m better than him in every way,” Minghao grits out, desperately fighting off his own orgasm. “Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you? How long I’ve wanted to take you from him? You have no idea how hard it was to not take you into the bathroom that night and fuck you the way you deserved. I wanted so badly for you to be mine.”

Overstimulation begins to wash over you, becoming a pleasurable sting that you don’t want to go away. His cock twitches inside of you and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see him trying to say something more, but all that comes out of him is a heavy groan, and then his hips are stuttering against yours. Warm cum spills into you, mixing with your own, and spilling out onto the sheets beneath you. Your legs thrash in Minghao’s grip, but he pins you down as his hips slow. His hair is messy, his forehead tinged with sweat. You can see his mouth hanging open a bit, heavy breaths rolling out of him. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The sentence replays over and over in your mind amidst the scattered post-sex thoughts. 

How long I’ve wanted to take you from him?

Minghao rolls to the side, laying beside you on his large bed. 

He didn’t say anything to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. 

It was pure silence. A silence that allowed for clear thoughts. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The drive to your father’s company the next day is…quiet to say the least. There’s an air of discomfort around the two of you and you’re unsure of whether it’s due to him having to meet your father or the conversation that will follow. Minghao, much like the night the two of you met and you’d asked about why everyone seemed to disapprove of him, was tense. His hands were set on his knees, squeezing tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white. His head is turned away from you, keeping his gaze on the city as you drive. It makes you nervous. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting everything? 

You swallow hard, mimicking his position and turning to look out the window. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

There had been something so off about the way he said that. You still couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and it had your stomach churning uncomfortably. 

The feeling only worsens when you pull up in front of your father’s building and Gyuri is standing with Seungcheol. Both look upset, standing straight with their arms folded behind their backs. 

“What is this?” Minghao murmurs, thanking the driver quietly when his door opens. You slide out behind him, taking his hand in your own as he helps you stand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure what this is.” You admit, your eyebrows knitting together as Gyuri approaches you. “Gyuri, what’s happening?”

“You need to come with me,” she tugs at your arm, attempting to pull you away from your new lover. 

“What?” Your hand tightens in Minghao’s, your feet gluing into place. “What— what are you talking about? Gyuri, what’s going on? What is Seungcheol doing here?” 

“Y/N,” Seungcheol steps toward you, but Minghao is faster and pushes you behind him. Your hand dislodges from his, and you yelp as Gyuri practically rips you away from him. Your knees hit the ground, skin scraping against pavement. The door of the company building practically flies open, a few police officers filing out with your father taking up the rear. 

“Father?” Your throat is closing up, too many emotions pulsing through your body. 

“What is this?” Minghao is yelling. People are stopping on the streets to stare. Gyuri and Seungcheol pull you to your fight, and you don’t think you have the strength to stop them. “Y/N, WHAT IS THIS?”

For a moment, you’re afraid. He lunges for you, and two officers grab at him. He looks rabid, his eyes crazed and teeth bared like some animal as he yells and screams and kicks against the people holding him. Your father approaches you, relief replacing the typical stone-cold gaze he gives you.

“What’s happening?” You’re sobbing now, blood washing down your legs. Gyuri is crying with you, and Seungcheol’s hands are shaking.

“Are you alright?” Your father asks. “Did he do anything to you?”

“I— what—” you can’t breathe. 

“Xu Minghao,” an officer speaks over the commotion. “You are under arrest for the crimes of criminal harassment, assault and battery, and extortion. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME—” Minghao’s hand flies out, nearly clipping the officer in the jaw as he finishes speaking. 

He yells obscenities, yells for you, at you, at the people around him. He curses wildly, using every name under the sun, threatens death upon everyone.

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

“I’m sorry.” 

Gyuri is sitting on the chair beside you as you get your knees treated. You stare blankly ahead of you, and she turns her head to Seungcheol, silently pleading for help.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “do you understand what’s happening?”

No response.

“Minghao…we told you he was not the man you thought he was. You fell too hard, too fast, didn’t give us time to tell you everything.” 

Silence. Gyuri starts talking again, not knowing if you heard anything they were saying.

“He’s…he was planning on using you, Y/N. Using you to get…to get your father’s company, just like he did with his own father. It…it was all fake. Everything you learned about him, everything we all thought we knew about him…it was all lies. It was in the small details.”

People always said you were innocent. People always called you naive. You trusted too easily, loved even easier. It made it easy to use you, to take everything you had and throw you to the side. Some people of new money were able to gain the respect of those of old money, but you?

No one would ever respect you. 

Not after you fell for the gorgeous man, fell for his gorgeous lies and fantasies. 

Thinking about him here in this hospital room…

Something about it makes you want to sink and drown and die. Maybe that would be easier.

“Can… can I leave?” you look up at Seungcheol, tears welling in your eyes. He looks heartbroken. “I want— I want to leave, Seungcheol. Can we leave?”

Heartbroken. That’s the look in his eye that you couldn’t recognize last night. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t the realization that he had lost you. 

“We can go. It’s over now.”

© itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[walking-circles]

making a chiptune cover of one of my fav songs at the moment….

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

my favorite community copypastas to insert into conversation at random:

troy and abed ☺️

off to dreamland 😮

catchin the train 🚂🛤️

to sleepytown 😴💤

and when they wake up 😯

the dean’ll be here 😄

staring at you 👁️👁️

sweet deans 💙🛌💭

SAD😔QUICK🔥CHRISTMAS SONG🎄🎶

SAD😣QUICK‼️CHRISTMAS SNOWMAN❄️⛄️

TRAGIC😖DAY🙄GONE WRONG✋🏻😤

SAD🙁QUICK🏃🏻💨CHRISTMAS SONG🎁🎅🏼

🎶come on I’m dean 👨🏻‍🦲 and my hands are so clean 🧼😄 at this moment I am 😙 stapling🎶

OH bing 🤪 bong 🤸🏻 sing along 😄🎶 your team’s al gore cuz your views are wrong 🫵🏻🤨

well I’m a peanut bar 🥜🎤

and I’m here to say ☝🏻😌

your checks will arrive ✅🤔

on another day 🗣️‼️

[thetriplets3]

hii for the prompts can you do “the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh” with matt plsss??

i got carried away with this idea i don’t know if i exactly did this prompt

➶ trust in timing ➶

One thing we both agreed on when we started dating was we would keep it private just like our friendship was. None of us felt the need to share our relationship or friendship with the world. It was something special, not letting others decide things for us.

We had all taken a trip back to Boston to spend a few weeks with our families. Resting my head on your shoulder as our hands link, I look over to see both our moms laughing away in the kitchen and our dads faint voices carrying from the backyard, and Nick and Chris talking on the adjacent sofa. These are the moments I cherish, filled with normalcy and nostalgia. Summer trips to Cape Cod when we were 5, Christmas vacations to Vermont when we were 8, we’ve always been together. I guess that’s what happens when your parents have been best friends since school.

The sounds of adoration increased as our moms walked our way holding a box of photos. “Look at you guys you were so small” MaryLou said, handing us the box. “These are all of our family vacation photos, have a look through them”.

Deciding to settle down for the evening we take the box upstairs to your room. The only light illuminating your room is the subtle golden glow of your lamp. Situating myself under your arm, I open the box to be met with a picture of you holding a teddy bear and a puppy stuffed animal. My heart melts at how sweet this picture is.

“You are adorable oh my goodness! You haven’t changed. You still do those eyes” I gush.

Grabbing the next few photos I can’t seem to help tearing up. These are some of my favorite memories and I’m so glad we were able to get photos of it. Leaning my head on your shoulder and showing you the photos, a smile forms on your face.

“That was when we went to Bar Harbour for Labor Day weekend. Those flowers were your favorite thing. I remember you came in with as many as your little hands could carry and started handing one out to everyone and when you got to me you had so many left you gave them all to me. They were all yellow ones because you said they reminded you of sunshine which reminded you of me. I felt special” You reminisced.

“I can’t believe you remembered all that. You are my sunshine always will be. Always a light in everyone’s life” I look up at you with a sparkle in my eyes.

“Of course I do, I love you, I love you now and I loved you then” you say, placing a kiss on my cheek. You pull your phone out to scan the 4 photos. Confused about what you’re doing I just watched as I saw you open Instagram.

“Matt” I playfully gasp, knowing full well you wouldn’t post them.

“What? These are adorable. I want people to see them. Plus I know Nick and Chris will find you in your little florist era funny” you chuckle. “Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s a vague post. They can think what they want, it only matters if we know” you reassure me.

“I hate you” I say jokingly, knowing I could never hate you. “Looks like I’m sharing baby Matt in all his glory” I laugh.

・❥・

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nicholassturniolo the snowsuits go hard

・❥・

As my eyes grow heavy I hear you whisper “I always knew it’d be you. I can’t wait to marry you and tell our kids about our story. I love you so much honey”

I’ve spent most of my life with you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of it with you by my side.

Taglist:

@im-a-matt-girl @iluvmatt @stxrniqlo @d0wnt0wnstu4n1ol0

[mistfallengw2]

Quick Guide for a Smooth and Quick Toypocalypse ⛄️

Just a quick guide so that Toypocalypse can a bit faster and hopefully more enjoyable for everyone involved~

General Strategy

Every player should pick a different zone to focus on, so that there's no need to struggle for resources and the whole map gets covered by clusters of catapults! Here's a map of the best spots:

The areas in red are secondary spots where you can expand or move to if an area is already covered. You CAN cover a whole map with properly built Labyrinth, Hoelbrak and Village, so you can team up to do those!

You want to pick spots that are close enough to be in reach of other people's catapults, but not so close that you have to fight for resources. See what your party is doing and act accordingly.

For your own zone, you want to pick a good spot to build your Catapults (high, good view over the map) and then surround them with a few Snowmen and the occasional Ballista. Soon, your Catapults will be able to nearly one-shot enemy waves that spawn close enough, while the rest will take care of those that get too close during reload.

Properly set up clusters are more effective than randomly placed toys! Clusters focus enemies in a few spots and catapults' barrages can clear them even at their spawn. Stray toys will spread enemies around the map and Catapults may not even reach them :(

There's a cap AND a decay timer for siege toys! Old toys will despawn if you place too many or after 15 minutes with no upgrading! Try to place them with intention from the start, then after round 4 it's best to start upgrading what you've already placed.

Your strategy should be to aggro enemy waves away from the center and clear them fast! While you want to drop a few toys on the central platform to defend the dolyaks (pretty useful in the first waves and for extra security), only place them on the outer edges and don't overdo it! Enemies will aggro on siege toys, and if they're too close to the dolyaks... well, that kinda defeats their defensive purpose, and it'll hurt a lot if it's Toxx's turn.

Focus on Toxx as soon as she spawns (every 2 rounds, after a few waves of regular toys) and try to break her CC bar asap! You don't want her to destroy your hard work, but be careful of her attacks, especially the one where she spins and reflects projectiles (you can get oneshot if you use the rifle).

Siege Toys and Weapons

Catapults are your best friends and Snowmen are their buddies! Let the Snowmen do damage, aggro and chill enemies, so that Catapults can reach them over long distances by firing in an arc. (a full barrage from is extremely satisfying to witness)

Ballistas and Walls are not bad, but should be used sparingly. Ballistas attack faster than Catapults, but unlike them they are single-target and can only hit enemies that are in a straight line in front of them. Walls should be used only as a way to block or bottleneck specific areas, as toys will usually ignore them if something else is around.

Siege toys do more than any weapon skill! Pistol is kinda useless after the very first wave, while Rifle and Smasher are overall better. They mostly matter during Toxx fights.

Remember: a few upgraded toys are better than many base toys.

While you can build in a cluster, you're better off leaving at least some space between them so that you can have an easier time upgrading them later. (This example for the two points above is a bad example: FAR too many toys for one spot + extreme lack of space between them)

If you know spawn points, you can place a single sacrificial Snowman (you'll have plenty of snow anyway) in there to immediately aggro enemies and give your Catapults extra time to clear the wave where it spawns.

Tips & Tricks

When holding Snow or Scraps, you can use your 3rd skill to run faster!

You can gather extra gifts after every Toxx on the left side of the map! (Round 2, 4, 6 and 8. Round 10 gives its own reward in the bouncy chest.)

You can regen health by hanging out with the dolyaks for a few seconds, and if they're hurt you can heal them using Hay!

If you want extra security for the dolyaks, there are 4 Skritt Mercenaries on the sides of the map that can be hired for 3 Scraps each.

Resources respawn after a few rounds, so do try to use your first round of resources responsibly! If you're doing fine with your numbers, upgrade early or maybe even bring some of your Scraps to party members that are struggling to set up!

Siege toys are built right on the spot your camera/mouse cursor is aiming, and you can take advantage of it to build more precisely! Also, if you're building against a wall, it'll be placed above it! (In this example of my fave Labyrinth configuration: toys are built by aiming on the pole at the intersections and end up on top of them + walls block the entrances)

As a note, the Wiki has already a pretty decent guide, but I wanted to sum things up and add to it!

[strawbearytae]

"you know what would make me really happy? to wake up at 7 am tomorrow just to go outside and build a snowman before everyone else wakes up"

ik maniac was completed but I just need to couple again…. Like extra tall flirty jk with that side of snark???? PUH LEASE MINHEE😫

your wish is my command

Baby It’s Cold Outside

warnings: language (as always), allusions to sex (as always)

a/n: maybe i need to make a masterlist for maniac because I’ve been getting a lot of drabble requests with this couple 0-0

⛄️⛄️⛄️

One thing Jeongguk knew from dating you the past 2 years and 132 days (5 years and 17 days if you counted the time you were dating before the break up but who’s counting), was that you were magnificently ununderstandable. Jeongguk could examine every person in the whole world and wouldn’t be able to find someone like you. Your little jumps after you eat something delicious, your tendency to put your hair up in a ponytail before completing a task and the way you warned Jeongguk about drinking too much but still proceeded to take care of him the next morning despite your mumbled complaints and faux glares were all things he couldn’t understand but really appreciated about you.

But the thing he knew he could never understand despite being in love with you was why you loved winter. Jeongguk wasn’t going to lie, he hated the winter. He hated being cold, but tolerated it to a normal amount. Winter meant freezing mornings with the sun not even being awake for when he had to get up to go to work. Winter meant dead trees and cold feet against the tiles of the kitchen for when he went to make his daily serving of coffee and your tea. It was slippery roads with ice clinging to his pants as he tried to run through the snow in his freezing boots to come home to you. It was just too cold.

But you didn’t see it that way.

Your eyes would sparkle at the first snowflake landing on your nose. You loved going outside and dragging him along to made snow angels and take pictures. And sometimes you seemed to even enjoy being cold. You would laugh joyously even when your cheeks flushed bright red with your fingertips (though he had to admit that it made you look adorable), he just couldn’t understand it. He was continuously bewildered by your behavior.

So when the first 7 inches of pure white evil fluff blanketed the earth, Jeongguk knew that it was only a matter of minutes before you bounced into the living room with your coats to haul him off into that frozen hell. He had to make a plan… to distract you for the next few days until the weather warmed at least.

So that day Jeongguk made sure to rent out your favorite movie and cook your favorite food (though he accidentally burnt it and ultimately got takeout). You (of course) were delighted and had no qualms about staying in. You kissed him passionately after the movie to thank him for being the most thoughtful boyfriend ever, he mostly agreed though he did feel slightly guilty as it was because he didn’t want to go in the snow.

The day after that, you got off work earlier than he did. And before you could even utter a “how was your day,” he hooked his arms around your waist and proceeded to see how deeply he could press your back into the counter with his lips against yours. He was cold. It had snowed again and the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck you in your shared bed as you tugged at his snow-sprinkled hair.

The next day, he woke you up early in the morning (it was your day off) and drove the two of you to your favorite cafe before ending the night with dinner and some live music in a nearby bar. He loved the last part the most, the singers reminded him of the two of you years ago at the music festival that had ultimately brought the two of you back together. It was warm in all those places, especially with you refusing to let go of his hand in the crowded bar.

By the fourth day, he started to feel guilty. You were coming home in a few minutes and he didn’t have a plan… he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to make one. It felt… manipulative… to take you on dates just because he didn’t want to go in the snow.

“I’m home!” Your cheeks were flushed under your scarf as you hung your keys on the rack with a jingle, “Jeongguk, you would not believe what I saw outside!”

Oh, Jeongguk believed it. He saw how it snowed another 3 inches the night before. It was time to come clean.

“Y/N… love, I have something to confess…”

You frowned, “Is it urgent?”

“Slightly?!”

“Serious?”

“Quite so…”

“Are you hurt?”

“…No.”

You thought for a moment, “Will it hurt me?”

He hesitated, “maybe…”

You nodded solemnly before sitting on the couch next to him, “Jeongguk… what’s wrong?”

Jeongguk sucked a breath in through his teeth, “It’s cold outside.”

You smiled, “Yes.”

“It’s snowing. Y/N, you know I don’t like the cold…”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course, you whine about it every morning when you bring me my tea before putting your cold feet on my back.”

Jeongguk huffed before looking back at your held hands, “I- Just… I didn’t want to go outside and I knew you were going to ask me the last few days so I’ve been trying to distract you with all the spontaneous dates and I-" Jeongguk hesitated at your furrowed brows, "What I'm trying to say is… I'm sorry."

"So…" You repeated slowly, “You’ve been taken me on all these amazing random dates and fucking me because you didn’t want to go outside in the snow, but now you’re apologizing because it feels manipulative…?”

Jeongguk paused before replying with a hesitant, “Yes, except for the sex. I just wanted to sleep with you.”

He didn’t really know what to expect after that, were you going to be angry? Sad? Should he sleep on the couch or were you going to kick him out of the apartment before he was able to utter another word? Should he grab a blanket or-

But he didn’t anticipate you laughing.

And quite boisterously too.

He stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape… did he finally drive you insane?!

“Jeongguk,” You laughed through tears (shit there were tears), “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted to go outside yet.”

Jeongguk didn’t know how to respond except with an, “Oh?”

You shook your head as you gasped for air, “Jeongguk, you’re an idiot. If you don’t want to go outside you can just tell me.”

“But if I say that you’re gonna do that thing.”

“What thing?” You finally calmed down.

“Y’know.” He crossed his arms as if the answer was obvious, “That thing.”

“What thing?!” 

“The,” Jeongguk cocked his head before blinking slowly and pouting. “You know I’ll go outside with you every time if you do that.” He scoffed.

You shook your head with a small smile before flicking the underside of his chin, “I didn’t know you were that weak to my aegyo.”

He rolled his eyes before pulling you into his lap, “Well I am.” He leaned his head against your chest, “I’m sorry for tricking you.”

You played with the strands of his mullet at the base of his neck, “You didn’t trick me, you just picked an activity you would much rather do with me than going outside.” You pulled away from him slightly to look at him before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, “And I liked all of them because I got to do them with you.”

“Cheesy.” He grumbled.

“And it makes you happy.” You smirked, pressing another kiss against his lips. This time he wrapped his arms against your waist to deepen the kiss, your hands moved to the base of his head once again to pull at the strands, making him gasp slightly against your mouth, “you know what would make me really happy?” You mumbled against his mouth before pulling away, “to wake up at 7 am tomorrow just to go outside and build a snowman before everyone else wakes up.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes and sighed, “It’s cold.”

“But Jeonggukkkkkkk.” 

“There’s the thing again.” He sighed and slumped into the couch in defeat, “Go get our gloves, I’ll meet you outside in 5 minutes.”

You ran into your closet while yelling, “You better not ambush me with snowballs!”

“No promises!” 

[softmick]

🎄 Tag Game Wednesday 🎁

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends 🤶🏻

Thank you Jess @jrooc and Kat @mybrainismelted and Ling @lingy910y for tagging me!

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: Boo

🗺️ Where are you located? florida

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? winter, unfortunately

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: i love buying, wrapping, and giving presents and decorating and hot chocolate!

🥧 Favourite holiday food: all of it

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? nope, nope, and idk if i've ever tried it?

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? ham

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? a cabin in the woods

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? pro, for short periods of time and only if i'm not actually in it. just let me look

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? yes!

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? ew, no. That involves going outside in the snow. <- same!

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? normally i decorate outside and every single room in my house. haven't done anything this year though :(

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? the family stone

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? i don't have one yet but i am SO excited to read everyone's answers!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? if it's not cameron monaghan i'm not interested rn. although i would follow florence pugh off a cliff honestly. either one. Where would it take place? we meet on a plane back to the hometown i've outgrown and kind of resent. i'm going for family, they just want to avoid christmas and anyone who knows them for reasons. we have one of those conversations where you're painfully honest because hey, it's a stranger you'll never see again and there's an immediate understanding of longing and loneliness. and then we part ways only to run into each other at the shitty local bar where my ex who turns me into a Idiotic Mess is trying to worm their way into my brain and i'm Struggling, but they cut in as my fake bf/gf and save the day but then we have to keep up the charade because if one person knows, everyone knows. and we rediscover the magic of christmas together and maybe each other's bodies and maybe it's not so fake after all.

tagging: @dynamic-power @milkovichrules @krystallouwho @jademickian @lovekenney

[bearcreekhq]

VALENTINE'S DAY/ACTIVITY MEME EVENT

🎁 - to exchange Valentine's Day gifts

💛 - to go on a date

🍷 - to go wine tasting 

🍿 - to watch a movie (romantic comedy or other)

💃 - to go dancing 

🍽️ - to make dinner for your muse

✨ - to go stargazing together at a planetarium

🎮 - to play video games together

🍪 - spend the day baking together

🎬 - to go to the movies

🍝 - to go to a restaurant

🍸 - to go to a bar

🐠 - to go to an aquarium

👚 - to go shopping

☕️ - to go to a café

🏛 - to go to a museum

📺 - to watch TV together

⛄️ - to build a snowman

⛸ - to go ice skating

🛷 - to go sledding

⛷ - to hit the slopes

🍫 - to make hot cocoa

🧑‍🍳 - to cook something together

✂️ - to start a DIY project together

❓ - for an activity of your choice not listed

credits & inspo taken from: xxxxx

*please do not reblog if you are not a current member in the group, this is for the use of our roleplay members.

[bereft-of-frogs]

the first actual weekend list of the year!

-work for the rest of the afternoon (boo)

-pick up yet another library hold 📚

-check out our new BOOK BAR! I've been waiting for this practically since I moved here but they were busy renovating the space. They've partnered with my favorite used bookstore and the pictures on instagram of the space have been great so I'm going to head there. As this is a recon mission, I'm probably not going to bring my laptop but I'm definitely going to bring my book and my notebooks and have a cocktail and maybe some desert 🍪

-it's supposed to snow sunday (fingers crossed!) (I'll believe it when I see it this year...) so I'm going to go grocery shopping tomorrow instead of my usual sunday trip, both so I don't have to go out in the snow AND I can get hot chocolate ingredients ☕️

-continue to use my extremely overpowered xbox to play Knights of the Old Republic. 🫣 Guys, I'm actually having a lot of fun. This was sort of a 'white whale' for me because it was the game I got so frustrated with back when it first came out that I stopped playing games entirely until 2020. Yes the graphics are extremely dated and the way you fight is kind of weird and the aspect ratio doesn't fit my TV, but I have 15 thousand save slots and it loads at the speed of lightning. And the story is really fun. Obviously since it's been 20 years, I know the ending, but I'm getting so emotionally attached to my little crew. This one's going to hurt lol.* I was originally going to wait for them to remake it but that project seems to have stalled out, and it was on sale for $4. So I'm tackling it now. 😤 I will get to the end this time (I’ve already beat my previous best of…45 minutes) (yup you can make fun of me for that others have)

[ *also, with all the conversation about canon term replacements and fitting in and canon vs fanon it's kind of fun to remember...it doesn't matter. everyone loves KOTOR and KOTOR doesn't give a fuck about keeping consistent to canon. If you're ever intimidated the list of word replacements going around, look at KOTOR and realize that it doesn't matter. just have fun. (this is a me @ me kind of situation but you all can hear it too, hope it helps) ]

-I'm not really at the point where I can set a definitive goal with writing but just like...write. Make some kind of progress on the third chapter of 'omens and all kinds of signs'. good enough!

-get cozy on sunday. I really hope it does snow. we have had literally 0 snow. it's stressing me out. fingers crossed!

happy friday! ⛄️

[crispy-chan]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNKFK18M/ WHY DO MILOŠ AND VOJTA FIT SO WELL IM CRUING

I LOST IT ALSJSKSHKSSHS

“I’m hynek biased” bitch me too 😭😭😭

No but changbin’s and Jeongin’s really fit the most it’s scary 😭😭😭😭😭

[itsbeeble]

JUST LOGGED ON AND SAW I HIT 500???? yall this is insane actually. Never in my LIFE did I think that so many people would read my fics let alone wanna stick around for the ride 😭😭😭 and to think this all started with one silly goofy Eric fic omg

Thank you all so much!! I love each and every one of you 🥰🥰 Much love, kiss kiss

[carolzinha143]

HELP!

Alguém sabe me dizer essas informações de “Top Gun Maverick”?

Onde fica Top Gun

Onde fica o bar da Penny Benjamin

Onde Maverick mora

Onde foi mesmo a missão do filme?

Se alguém puder me responder isso, me ajudaria muito e eu ficaria muito grata e mandaria um abraço quentinho de Olaf ❤️⛄️ desde já, muito obrigada!

[detectivegoldstein]

🎁 - to exchange Valentine's Day gifts

💛 - to go on a date

🍷 - to go wine tasting 

🍿 - to watch a movie (romantic comedy or other)

💃 - to go dancing 

🍽️ - to make dinner for your muse

✨ - to go stargazing together at a planetarium

🎮 - to play video games together

🍪 - spend the day baking together

🎬 - to go to the movies

🍝 - to go to a restaurant

🍸 - to go to a bar

🐠 - to go to an aquarium

👚 - to go shopping

☕️ - to go to a café

🏛 - to go to a museum

📺 - to watch TV together

⛄️ - to build a snowman

⛸ - to go ice skating

🛷 - to go sledding

⛷ - to hit the slopes

🍫 - to make hot cocoa

🧑‍🍳 - to cook something together

✂️ - to start a DIY project together

❓ - for an activity of your choice not listed

credits & inspo taken from: xxxxx

@edgarwayne @darknursexiu @travelingreportersam @missheatherlee @estherwestfall @drjeanmoreau @ciarawinters

[11271976-07142023]

Kurtis! Lol I was lookin for a Rambo picture and saw this 😂😂 let’s take a picture of our ice cr- oh. 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃. You were the fastest ice cream eater I’ve ever known! I am the absolute slowest! Bc it’s so cold ⛄️⛄️ hehe. Das okie ☺️ I still got my picture lol wif my star bar! Mmmmmmm i wuv sorbet 😋😋😋 nnnn hehe

[violetsystems]

I have an amusing story about sleds. Beyond the fact that I use to go sledding by my aunt's house in Oak Park. Way back when I first started a band, we played at a juice bar called Off The Alley. It was an all ages club where I first met my old boss. The one who is a super star dj now headlining Tbilisi. She was dating someone significantly younger than her at the time. That girl ended up dating Johnny Love, her best friend who created health goth and sent a bunch of unsolicited dick pics to girls online during the makeout club and jerk store days. Real incestuous group I got booted from. Never was accepted by any of them really. Just always on the outside looking in. But there were both industrial dance parties and punk shows. One of those shows a bunch of my friends turned into skinheads overnight. There were always these white power shit cops that used to frequent the hardcore shows. That's who turned them into that. They were all in a band call Sled together. They so wanted to be the Jesus lizard and it showed. One of those guys ended up working at the same school I worked at like it was a big cult. Nobody knew he was a skinhead. But before he turned he was in a band called Tacos To Go. I ended up getting sold acid with those kids by some rainbow gathering hippie turned skinhead who also got hired at the same school I worked at. Wandered around Frankfort square with one of the members of sled like they were trying to brainwash me into buying a home there. That guy needed up marrying a girl I dated. When I called them out for turning racist overnight? They threatened me and excommunicated me. How's that for free shit? Off the Alley was next to a record store called record swap in Homewood where a bunch of Jehobvah's Witnesses started a ska band called Wine Press. Horrible thing to remember. Let's just go sledding instead when it gets colder. And forget we ever knew these people existed. Since nobody has ever cared about my side of that story. ⛄️