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jlalafics · 4 years

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Hey can you do an everlark fake dating please🥺🥺

Anon, I’m sure you were looking for something a little more romantic than what I came up with. There is romance, but there’s some other stuff too.

Thank you for inspiring this four-parter. I hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Peeta needed a date for his brother’s wedding. His co-worker Katniss was more than willing to play along. Sometimes, simple favors can turn into so much more. A fake dating story done in four parts. Rated E. Definitely NSFW.

A Simple Favor

The Invite

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Peeta gawked at the frilly invitation in his grasp, then at the attached list of activities.

Three days.

Three fucking days of wedding activities to torture him.

“Can we tone down the cursing?” Katniss, his co-worker, sat down at her desk adjacent to his. “This is a place of business.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to go to this.”

Peeta swiveled his chair, tossing the invitation onto Katniss’ desk. It landed smoothly atop her keyboard and she reached to read the perfect calligraphy print announcing the upcoming nuptials of Rye Mellark to Delly Cartwright.

She turned back to Peeta. “Yeah…so?”

“Look who’s the Maid of Honor.”

Katniss looked to the right part of the invitation which listed the wedding party.

Her grey eyes suddenly shot up at him. “Oh, holy fuck! Is that her?”

“Yeah. It’s hard to look at her name and not still see her sucking off my best friend.”

Katniss snorted. “Yeah—that’s not an image even I would likely forget.” She examined the invitation again. “Gawd, even her name is pretty. Madge Undersee.”

“Don’t remind me,” Peeta growled, yanking the invitation from her grasp. “Who plans three days of pre-wedding activities?”

“Your brother and his affianced, apparently.” Katniss gave him a sympathetic smile. “You think she’ll bring him?”

“According to my brother, they’re officially together now.”

Peeta never used to be this bitter.

However, two years ago, that irrevocably changed when he discovered his then-fiancée on her knees and giving his best friend a blowie—on his bed. Madge had wept, of course, telling him that it had just happened.

And Gale…he had begged for Peeta to understand that it wasn’t just sex…that he felt something more for Madge.

How the hell was he supposed to understand that?

Peeta had packed his things and immediately left the apartment that he and his best friend had been living in—let the fucker deal with the astronomical Bay Area rent on his own.

He then accepted a job at Panem Projects, a Brooklyn based start-up created by tech mogul Haymitch Abernathy. The uber-genius had invented an app that allowed you to search for specific non-profits and charities that one may be interested in contributing to.

On Peeta’s first day, he met Katniss Everdeen, who was part of the QA department he was in. She was a supervisor while he was just one of the lowly engineers.

They had been sitting across from one another ever since.

“That sucks.” Katniss sat back, crossing her legs, as she watched him carefully. “Did you want to get wasted after work?”

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It was at their fifth round of shots that the idea came about.

“I can’t go to this.” Peeta held the invitation, now beer-stained and being used as a coaster for their peanut bowl. “It’s basically a three-day Peeta Mellark roast!”

“Yeah, and a wedding,” Katniss replied. She leaned forward, her cheeks warmed from booze. “You know what you need? A date to this God-awful event. Not just any date, a hot date.”

“Here’s the problem, sweetheart,” he replied. “I’m not dating anyone.”

“It doesn’t have to be a real date,” she reasoned. “Find a great-looking chick who’d be willing to spend three days looking like she worships your cock. Isn’t this what those dating apps are for?”

“I don’t want a stranger around my family!” He reached for the beer bottle in front of him—was this even his? “That’s how those Netflix crime specials come about.”

Katniss chuckled. “Okay. Understandable.” She met his glazed stare. “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I said I’ll go with you,” Katniss declared. “I’ll be your hot date.”

Peeta took a long swig. “Uh…no offense Katniss…you’re definitely pretty…but hot?”

“I have been known to dress up once in a while.”

He looked at his friend; her dark hair was in its usual braid and she wore a pair of fitted jeans along with a zip-up with the Panem Projects logo on it—some sort of fiery bird. On her feet were a pair of Converses that had seen better days.

“You’re really know how to make a girl feel desired,” Katniss told him. “I can’t think of any possible reason why Madge would dump you.”

“Hey now! That’s hitting below the belt!”

“Well, you don’t think I can be hot!” she retorted. “Give me your phone!”

Peeta, in fear of his life, pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to the woman.

Katniss picked up the invitation with her free hand and started to type with the other.

“Katniss…Motherfucking…Everdeen…” She handed the phone back to him. “I’ve RSVP’d for you and added myself as your plus one.”

He looked at the browser window and then back at a smirking Katniss.

“You actually wrote ‘Katniss Motherfucking Everdeen’ as my date’s name.” Peeta had to smile. “My mother is going to love that.”

“She’s going to love me,” Katniss assured him. “She and everyone else at this wedding is going to forget who the hell Madge Undersee is after I’m done with them.”

Peeta had to ask. “Why are you doing this?”

“I know how it feels to be taken by surprise.” She was suddenly staring very hard at the dirty bar table they sat at. “Plus, you’re my friend and we take care of each of other.” Her eyes met his, her own looking like she was on the verge of breaking. “Right?”

Peeta reached over and squeezed her hand. “Right.”

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“Okay, so I have prepared a portfolio of myself.” Katniss presented him with a closed folder. “Childhood photos…likes and dislikes…just some general information that a boyfriend should know.”

“34C?” Peeta eyed her doubtfully, briefly flitting to her white button down. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. You bought me a lovely dark green lingerie set for our last anniversary.” Katniss pulled out a piece of paper. “Here is a little questionnaire that I’ve made for you, just for me to know you a little better.”

Peeta skimmed over the questions. Most of them were pretty general; where he was born, his parents’ and his brother’s name as well as their ages, his favorite foods…then—

“Why do you need to know if I’m circumcised?”

“If we have supposedly been together for about six months, shouldn’t we be having sex by now?” she questioned.

“True.” Peeta looked around the room. “Is it okay that we’re using a meeting room for this?”

Katniss shrugged. “The guys in IT use this room to play Pokémon every Friday.”

“Also, when are you going to do something about…” He waved his hand out at today’s outfit: a pair of black slacks, a white button down, and brown loafers. “…that.”

“Don’t you worry your perfect little blond self.” Katniss playfully ruffled his hair. “I didn’t realize that you were so fixated on looks.”

“You were the one who suggested ‘hot’,” he pointed out. “However, my parents, who are generally good people, can sometimes be judgmental. So besides being very smart and extremely accomplished—we’re going to have to show them how great you are on the outside.”

“Peeta, do my looks matter to you?” she suddenly asked. “I mean, do you think that I’m pretty?”

Katniss wasn’t what people would call conventionally beautiful.

Her hair was a single shade of black which could be a bit-frizzy on humid days, and her complexion was sun-kissed with a sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks. However, Peeta saw deep grey eyes that sparkled when she was particularly excited about something (pushing a new feature on their app, for example) and full rose-colored lips that needed no lipstick.

And when she smiled, everything about her just lit up.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he said truthfully. “I do worry that the people at this wedding won’t see you the way I see you.”

“Then that’s their fucking problem, isn’t it?” Katniss smiled gently. “We just have to make this look real. I think we can do this.” She pushed a pen towards him. “Now, fill your questionnaire out, okay?”

“Alright.” He reached for the pen and his eyes went to her. “Katniss?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

++++++

Two Weeks Later…

“Sister—Primrose…24…a nurse in Seattle…Mom…Kate…former teacher…Dad…Marcus…former General in the Army….”

As he waited for Katniss’ Uber to arrive, Peeta went through the flashcards that he and Katniss had created in order to get through the three days leading up to his brother’s wedding.

They had everything from their first date (a Harry Potter trivia night at a bar close to their office) to any distinguishable body marks (him—a scar on his knee from falling off his bike at 12 and her—surprisingly, a scar just above her left butt cheek from a tattoo removal procedure, though she wouldn’t tell him what the tattoo was).

“Peeta?”

He had been so distracted that he didn’t even hear the car pull up.

“Sorry.” He tucked the cards in his back pocket and lifted his eyes to greet her. “Hey…holy shit.”

This was not Katniss Everdeen.

Katniss Everdeen didn’t wear her dark hair down in smooth waves that framed a perfect heart-shaped face. She didn’t wear sleeveless black jumpsuits that revealed rich olive skin and plush breasts (she was definitely a 34C).

“You like?”

She did a little twirl for him, graceful despite the stilettos she wore.

And, Katniss definitely didn’t have an ass that made his mouth water.

The unbidden thought of biting into one of those full globes caused his cock to twitch in his now too tight jeans.

“I like.” Peeta gave her a smile. “Maybe a little too much.”

She looked triumphant. “Give you a boner?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied, a tad breathless.

“Then I’ve done my job.” Katniss wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hello boyfriend.”

Her mouth covered his own and his arms encircled her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. She teased, nipping at his bottom lip, her tongue skimming his lips before pulling away. Something surged inside him and his tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping in to taste sweetness.

Katniss growled against him, her center pressing into his now definitely hard cock.

Reluctantly—because they had to either breathe or die during the world’s hottest kiss—they pulled apart.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, gasping for breath.

“Because we’re supposed to be in love.” Her chest heaved, her eyes just cooling down from their kiss. “And couples in love kiss like that.”

“I know no couples who kiss like that,” he told her, a smile unexpectedly forming on his lips. “But feel free to kiss me like that whenever you see fit.”

++++++

During their five-hour flight, they went over the wedding itinerary.

“I’ve had a stylist pull looks for us for all the fancier events,” Katniss explained. “Don’t worry, nothing looks like we’re trying too hard. We’ll be more complimentary to one another.”

“What would trying too hard look like?” Peeta asked curiously.

“Well, if your tie matched my dress for example.”

A flight attendant stopped in front of their seats. “What can I get you both?”

Katniss smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “He will have…” Her fingers brushed against his ear lobe and he couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure. “…a cup of chamomile tea. I will have a coffee—”

“With milk and two sugars,” he breathed out, trying to smile up at the attendant.

“Thanks baby,” Katniss cooed at him, her hand brushing through his hair affectionately.

The woman quickly fixed their drinks, handing their cups to them one by one.

“Can I just say that you too are extremely adorable?” the flight attendant remarked.

Katniss put a hand to her chest.

“Thank you!” She looked to Peeta; her expression full of affection. “He’s just so easy to love.”

Peeta smiled tightly. “This is my dream girl…” He patted Katniss’ hand. “…right here.”

The flight attendant practically squealed before going to the next seats.

“You really could be a little bit more convincing,” Katniss remarked. “Maybe act like my touch doesn’t repulse you.”

“You don’t!” He shifted towards her. “In fact, it’s really the opposite.”

Katniss rested back against her seat. “Really?” She crossed her arms. “Convince me.”

Peeta unbuckled his seatbelt. Pressing the release button of the armrest, he pushed it up so there was no divider between them.

Katniss waited, obviously interested in what he was up to. He realized that their tray tables covered anything below the waist and his mouth widened in a grin.

“Tell me.” His hand went to her thigh. “What exactly are you wearing under this?” The fabric beneath his palm was smooth and he could feel a full firm thigh. He continued upwards towards the cleft between her thighs. “Are you even wearing underwear?”

Katniss’ arms fell to her side and she swallowed thickly. “I am.”

“And, if my hand found its way between your thighs—” His hand stopped just about an inch from her center and she let out a labored breath. “—if my fingers brushed against this practically non-existent cloth, would I find you wet?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

Peeta leaned forward, his mouth going to her ear.

“Would you let me put my fingers to your clit? Let me rub you until you came all over this seat?” His pressed his mouth to the spot behind her ear and she shivered. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d happily fill this cabin with the smell of sex if I fingered you into completion—”

“Stop—” Katniss gasped out, her hand covering the hand on her thigh. “I’m convinced.”

“Good.”

Peeta moved his hand away—but not before quickly brushing the tips of his fingers at her center. The feeling of heat had him hard immediately.

“You’re far from repulsive, Katniss.” He met her heated stare. “I’ve always thought that.”

Katniss snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Peeta took her hand, placing it to where his erection demanded to be freed.

“Believe me,” he demanded, and her fingers moved against the rough fabric of his jeans. “This is because of you. Yeah, it’s extremely hot to see you in this get-up, but what makes me hard is that look in your eyes.”

Katniss licked her lips. “What look?”

“That fire,” he told her, his thumb caressing the top of her hand. “That fire in those grey eyes will always get me, if you’re in this black jumpsuit—” Her fingers enclosed along his cock, gripping him firmly. “—or if you’re wearing that ugly zip-up sweater that HR gave you for your work anniversary.”

“Excuse me?” They both jumped at the voice and looked to see the flight attendant. “We’ve just been notified that we’ll be landing a little sooner than we announced. So, if you could finish your drinks in the next few minutes—”

“Of course,” Katniss said quickly, her free hand reaching for her cup. “We’ll be done soon.”

The woman gave them a smile and moved on to the next row.

Katniss sat back, the hand on him quickly disappearing.

“You’re going to be more problematic than I thought,” she said, her eyes dark.

“Trust me.” Peeta let out a breath. “The feeling is mutual.”

++++++

“I never asked, but you and Rye are pretty close, right?”

Peeta nodded, pushing the cart with their luggage down the corridor as they left baggage claim.

“We’re probably just as close as you and Prim are,” he told her. “And Delly is great. Horrendous taste in friends, but she’s really a sweet person.”

“Do you suspect that Rye will see through all of this?” Katniss questioned.

Peeta shook his head. “We’ve done our research.” He stopped, reaching for her hand. “I also always thought that you and I had great chemistry…in the workplace. I think it transfers easily into whatever we’re trying to pull off.”

Katniss smiled. “I feel the exact same way.”

“Peeta!”

They turned to see a couple, running toward them excitedly.

Rye rushed over, pulling him into a tight hug and practically lifting him off the ground. His brother was a broad fellow; muscular from years of playing football throughout high school and college. However, Rye was as gentle as they came when it came to his younger brother and the lovely woman that he would soon be marrying.

“I’ve missed you, little brother!” Rye said affectionately. “Welcome home!”

They drew apart, just as Delly pulled away from hugging Katniss.

He reached over to quickly kiss Delly on the cheek. “Hello soon-to-be big sister.”

“Hello, my sweet little brother,” Delly greeted in return.

“Rye, Delly—” Katniss beamed at him and his heart leapt at the affectionate gesture. Taking her hand, he presented her proudly to the couple. “—this lovely woman is my girlfriend, Katniss Everdeen.”

Delly grinned at his expression. “I can already tell that she’s going to be a perfect addition to our family.”

Rye took Katniss’ hand, leaning and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I welcome anyone who makes my baby brother smile this brightly,” he told her. “Welcome to San Francisco. Have you ever been here?”

Katniss shook her head. “This is my first time. Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Delly glowed in excitement. “I can’t wait for all the festivities—” She whipped around to her fiancé. “—and for us to be married, of course!” They all chuckled at her exuberance.

Rye led them out into where the town cars were stationed; a man in a black suit immediately took the cart and headed to the trunk of the black Sedan in front of them.

“A driver?” Peeta asked.

“Mom and Dad insisted,” Rye responded with a grimace. “You know them.”

They all slid into the wide back seats, Rye closing the door behind him.

Delly immediately pounced. “So, how did you two meet?”

“We’ve been working together for the last two years at Panem Projects,” Katniss told her easily. “I’ve always liked Peeta and we became friends right away.”

“However, a little over six months ago, I finally got the balls to ask her out on an actual date,” Peeta finished for her. His hand found hers, their fingers entwining easily, and he met Katniss’ eyes. “And, wonderful woman that she was, she accepted. We’ve been together ever since.”

“I love it,” Delly said sincerely. “And you look so beautiful together. The children are going to be gorgeous.”

Rye smiled affectionately at his fiancée. “Don’t scare Katniss off, love.”

“I don’t know,” Katniss said, eyeing Peeta playfully. Her free hand reached to push his hair away from his face. “I’ve always loved blue-eyed children.”

“And, the children would look particularly lovely if they had Katniss’ hair,” he added, his hand reaching to the tuck a tendril of her hair behind her ear.

How did he never notice what was in front of him?

“Oh man,” Rye said, looking between them. He smirked at his brother. “You are so fucked.”

++++++

“It’s so wonderful to have you here, Katniss,” his mother said. “We’ve never had Peeta bring a girl home. You know, except for Mad—" She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, you are most welcome.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Mellark,” Katniss replied graciously.

“Call me Janice, my dear.”

Behind her, Peeta followed along with his father carrying their bags up the stairs.

“She seems like a lovely girl,” his father told him.

“I care for her a great deal,” Peeta said as he watched his mother and Katniss chat easily. “I don’t know how I even got her.”

“Trust me, son.” He gave Peeta an affectionate smile. “I think she feels the same way. I can tell just by the way she keeps looking over for you—like she can’t believe that you’re together.”

They stopped at the door to his childhood room.

“Well, we put some extra towels in your bedroom,” his mother told them. “And, Mags—” Peeta had introduced Katniss to the head of the household when they first entered his childhood home. “—made sure that fresh sheets have been put on the bed and she’s aired out the room as well.”

“Okay, but where will Katniss be staying?” he asked.

“We’re not so old to not know that you aren’t sleeping together,” his mother said. “So, we just set up your room for the both of you.”

“That’s perfect,” Katniss told his parents. She looked to him boldly. “Show me your room. I’m dying to see those little league trophies of yours.”

“We know that you must be exhausted,” his father told them. “So, we’ll just have dinner sent up and we can rendezvous for brunch tomorrow in the main dining room.”

“Thank you, Marshall,” Katniss said as Peeta opened the door for them. “Thank you as well, Janice.”

“Of course, dear.” His mother gave them a jaunty wink. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Entering the room, Peeta placed their bags at the end of his bed.

“What kind of life did you leave when you came to work at Panem Projects?” Katniss stared up at the high ceiling of the room, her eyes traveling to the four-post bed, and then to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She went to one immediately. “Oh my God! You can see everything from up here!”

“A house on Twin Peaks affords that kind of view. However, it’s not so great on foggy days,” he told her, watching as she examined every bit of his room from the bathroom (“A clawfoot tub!”) to the walk-in closet (This is practically the size of my studio!).

Taking off her shoes, Katniss leapt onto his bed. “Holy shit! This is heavenly!”

Peeta went to her, toeing off his own shoes before joining her.

They laid side by side, hands immediately reaching for one another.

He turned to her. “Did I ever say thank you for being here?”

“It’s all worth it to stay in this sweet room,” Katniss replied, her grey eyes dancing.

“So, you’re just here for the room?”

She smirked. “Well, I did also find out that you have a huge cock—so that’s a bonus.”

“Katniss!” Her laughter filled the room and his stomach tumbled in pleasure hearing it. He suddenly flipped, his chest over hers and the giggles fell from her lips. Peeta stared down at her, her grey eyes suddenly darkening as he examined her. “You’re something special.”

“I’m nothing.” Her chest rose and Katniss let out a shaky breath. “I just want to be here for you.”

“I want to kiss you,” he suddenly said, his hand reaching to trace her jawline. “Would you allow it?”

“Are you doing it because you want to thank me?” she asked tightly. “Or because you want to explore what is obviously between us?”

“Both, I think.” Peeta had never felt this exhilarated or this flustered by someone. Just a touch from Katniss and he was in a whirlwind, happy to be caught in it. “I just think you deserve someone less broken than I am.”

“We’re both broken.” Her hand reached for the nape of his neck, drawing him down until their lips were brushing. “I don’t know if we can fix that, but we can help each other mend.” She smiled against him. “Let’s see where this weekend takes us, and we can go from there. For now, I’m allowing you to kiss me. So, make it a good one.”

Peeta dipped his mouth into hers, sampling just a bit, and it was like he could breathe again. Immediately, his lips sought hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and swirling against her own. Katniss moaned and his heart rose in triumph as she pressed herself to him eagerly.

His hand reached to cradle her head, his fingers entwining in soft waves and he plunged into her mouth once more, exploring her in their kiss.

Katniss ripped her mouth off his, a string of saliva still connecting them.

“Fuck!” Her eyes were frenzied. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

He grinned. “I’m just exploring.”

Despite his attempt to remain cool, his own heart raced; the feel of her mouth…and her tongue undoing him.

This wasn’t the plan, but it felt right.

“This whole game we’re playing,” she said, her eyes full of hunger. “I’m going to crash and burn, aren’t I?”

“If you burn—” Peeta kissed her tenderly. “—then I burn with you.”

END OF PART ONE

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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i finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

{The Glee/Parkner AU nobody asked for,, Based on S2 ep 6-8}

{TW biphobia/homophobia, bullying}

Being the only kid out of the closet at his school was hard enough for Peter.

Being on the Academic Decathlon, the nerdiest club in school, filled with the biggest losers according to all the popular kids in school, made it that much worse.

Peter likes to think it would’ve been different if he had been gay, still bad but in a different way. Being bisexual was like being a mythical creature to the other students.

Everyone on the Acadeca team were nice enough. They supported him, they cared about him, but they would never understand what it was like to be bullied for something he couldn’t change about himself. They would never understand how hard it was to walk the hallways scared for his life.

“Oh my god, Peter,” Ned gasps when Peter walks into the library for their Acadeca meet.

All eyes turn to him, staring at the bruises he’s sporting from yet another day where his bullies attack him for simply being bisexual. One of his eyes is swollen shut, blood drying under his nose and across his mouth from his split lip where he holds a wad of tissues, bruises dark and splashing out across his nose and cheekbones.

“I’m fine,” Peter says, voice low and shaking, giving away how much this is affecting him. There’s tearstains shining on his cheeks, smudged beneath his eyes from trying to hide the evidence. “Just- Let’s just keep going.”

“Who did this to you?” MJ demands, slamming her papers onto the table, eyes burning with anger. “We can’t just let you go through this.”

Peter shakes his head, grabbing a pen from Betty and preparing to take notes on MJ’s ideas for their Acadeca sectionals approaching. “I’m fine. Please, let’s just keep going.”

“We can’t just stand by while you get hurt like this, Peter.” Ned grabs his arm, trying to get Peter to look at him, but Peter keeps his eyes downcast.

“All of you have been bullied before too. I’m dealing with it, okay? Please, can we just move on?”

If Peter doesn’t want the help, they can’t really offer much. Plus, they don’t get it.

His bully, the main guy that hates Peter’s guts, threatened to kill Peter if he told anyone or tried to get him suspended. Peter’s scared.

“Here’s a job for you, Peter,” MJ says, tipping her chin up to appear stronger and taller. “I want you to sneak over to Osborn Academy and spy on their decathlon. They won their sectionals, nationals, and got second place in regionals last year, and we need to beat them at nationals.”

“Osborn Academy?” Peter repeats, dabbing at the blood on his upper lip, ignoring the looks of sympathetic glances from Betty and Liz.

MJ nods, picking up her stack of cue cards. “Yeah. They’re our biggest competition for nationals. We’re going to win sectionals, no problem, but we’re going to lose to The Academy.”

Peter shrugs, figuring he might as well. It’ll get him out of seeing his bully afterschool to get beat up again behind the school. It’s going to be hard enough to hide this from May.

Travis Wright is the quarterback of the school’s football team, has pretty low grades for somebody who’s still managing to stay in a STEM school, is too tall and too broad and looks older than most people, including the beginnings of stubble around his jaw.

And he’s been bullying Peter ever since the ninth grade when Peter came out as bisexual.

The bullying’s escalated from cruel words and being tossed in dumpsters, to being beat up behind the school.

He finds himself pulling on a jacket and tie that mostly resemble the ones at the Academy before heading over to the school. He’ll pretend to be a new student to spy on the acadeca team, it’s easier than trying to hide in the bushes or whatever stupid plan Flash came up with for him.

The Academy is huge, filled with boys wearing the same black and red uniforms as they make their way to classes around the school.

“Excuse me?” Peter calls out to the first boy he sees who doesn’t look incredibly intimidating.

The boy turns, golden brown curls flopping around his eyes as he smiles at Peter.

“I’m, uh, I’m new here?” he says, eyes wide as he stares at the way dimples crease in the boy’s cheeks.

“Well, hiya, new kid. I’m Harley Keener,” the boy replies, southern accent smoothing over Peter. He grins, and holds out his hand to Peter. “Come on, new kid, everyone is on their way to The Osborn Academy’s Academic Decathlon friendly competition.”

Peter tentatively takes Harley’s hand, letting him lace their fingers together and lead him down the hallway to the huge library, filled with people who clap for Harley when he ducks in with a bright smile.

“Your decathlon is… cool?” Peter asks, staring at the students filling the room. It’s not obvious who the jocks or the popular kids are when they’re all in uniform, but there’s so many students here that it’s obvious the popularity of their acadeca.

“Course it is,” Harley says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “We’re putting all of our smarts into a competition, it’s a talent and it’s also fun. Why wouldn’t we be cool?”

Harley’s eyes linger on Peter’s bruises for a moment too long, casting his gaze to the floor and back. And then his hand slips out of Peter’s and he takes his seat at one of the two tables with more boys in uniform.

Their friendly competition is a little thing they do at the Academy where their team splits in two to face-off in a trivia game to see who knows more. Whichever team gets the most points, gets bragging rights and their pick of bus seats on the way to sectionals.

Peter, despite being in a room full of people, can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Harley who answers all the questions right with a sort of confidence Peter could never even imagine having. Harley’s smart and he’s sweet and he’s got this southern charm about him. Not to mention, he’s beautiful.

As soon as Harley’s team wins the little competition, Harley heads over to Peter, a half-smile gracing his face.

“Come on, I wanna talk to you,” he says, nodding down the hallway waving over some of his friends. Peter recognizes Harry Osborn, the son of the headmaster.

They lead him outside to one of the eating tables under the afternoon sun, offering him soft smiles.

“Are you from Midtown? Spying on your competition?” Harley asks, elbows leaning against the table. He doesn’t even look angry about it, he’s still got the same smile on his face like this is all fine.

Peter shrugs like it isn’t a big deal. “Your school thinks that Academic Decathlon is something to be celebrated.”

“Of course,” Harry speaks up. He takes a sip from his coffee, looking more nonchalant than ever. “It’s a show of intelligence, it’s the same idea as Debate Club or Chess Club or even Student Council.”

He tries to keep how upset he is off his face, but obviously he doesn’t do a good job because Harley’s expression softens and he leans back in his chair.

“Your school doesn’t think like that, does it? You’re being bullied for being on your team?”

Peter shrugs again, turning his gaze to his hands. “That and they all hate me for being bisexual.”

The other boy, the quiet one, isn’t quick enough to hide the drop of his jaw.

“Somebody did that to you for you sexuality?” Harley exclaims, anger coloring his expression. “What the fuck? Why hasn’t he been expelled?”

“His parents are these super rich douchebags who’re sponsors for the schoolboard. Even if the principal wanted to, which she really doesn’t care about, he’d be able to get back in within a day if he wanted to.” Peter picks at his nails to try to hide the anxiety that thrums through his body.

Harley looks livid, like he’s prepared to murder somebody just for Peter, for somebody he just met. He waves his hands and mumbles a quick goodbye to the other two boys, leaving Harley and Peter alone.

“I used to be bullied too at my old school, back in Tennessee,” Harley explains quietly, shaking his head. “I came out as gay and suddenly everyone was turning their back to me. It was mostly just words and shoves, but I ran away from them. I let them win.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Harley’s expression softens reaching across the table to take one of Peter’s hands. “Be the bigger person. Maybe they just need to be told what’s up. Being bisexual isn’t a bad thing. I don’t know how much you’ve believed everything they’ve been saying, but it’s not true. Teach them. Have courage and fight back, educate them.”

“And if they hurt me worse?”

“Osborn Academy has a no bullying policy, everybody’s accepted here and if somebody breaks those rules, they’re expelled, no second thought.”

May doesn’t have the money to afford to send him to the Academy. Peter doesn’t bother saying it, trying not to let the tears fall as he squeezes Harley’s hand.

Have courage and fight back.

When he gets shoved into the lockers the next day, a fist slamming into his cheek, he doesn’t let them do what they want. He doesn’t try to run. He doesn’t curl up and cry. He shoves Travis back.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he shouts, pain flaring through his cheekbone where he’s certain a bruise will bloom soon enough. “What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?”

Travis rolls his eyes and lifts his fist like he’s going to hit Peter again.

“You can’t punch me into being straight!” he continues, repeating Harley’s words in his head to hold himself together. Have courage. “No more than I can punch the ignorance out of you!”

“Don’t test me, Parker,” his bully says, glaring down at him.

What hurts him more than Travis ever could is that the fact that the hallways have cleared out. Nobody bothered to help him, nobody cared to even pick him up off the floor after this inevitably ends in blood and bruises. Everybody saw and they still left.

“You’re just scared, aren’t you? You’re just projecting one of your own insecurities onto me. You’re just a scared, ignorant, stupid boy who-”

And then Travis’s mouth is on his.

It barely lasts a second but it feels like hours pass where Peter’s heart beats hard and fast, and he shakes out of his own skin.

He comes to his senses enough to shove Travis’s chest, needing him off, away.

Horror and fear is immediately shrouded by shock and confusion, leaving him standing there, wide-eyed and jaw dropped as he stares at Travis.

“Oh god,” Peter breathes, stumbling a step backwards into the lockers again.

Travis shoves him up against the lockers, breath too warm, too close, as he hisses, “If you tell anybody about this, I swear to god, I’ll kill you, Parker. You know how easy it would be for me to throw in a few extra hits to your head and leave you to die in the dumpsters. Don’t fucking test me.”

Pain flashes through his head as he’s shoved harder into the lockers and then there’s nothing but numbness as he slides to the floor, takes the few more punches and kicks Travis throws, and then he’s alone and numb and shocked.

At some point, MJ appears at his side, all careful touches to his head and arms and soft words as she leads him up to his feet.

“Are you okay?”

Peter chokes on a sob and everything he’s built around him, all the bravery and the walls to make sure nobody found out, it all crumbles.

He falls into MJ’s awaiting arms, hiding his face against the crook of her shoulder, and lets himself cry.

He’s been bullied for three years and he’s reached the maximum amount of damage to his self-esteem he can handle. He can’t keep doing this.

Later, MJ guides him to the office where the principal gives the same spiel about how Travis’s parents have too much power in the schoolboard to have any lasting consequences, and then May arrives in a flurry of parental worry, smelling like the chemicals from work and a hint of her vanilla soap and holding him so tight.

He barely tells her the basis to the events. He lies and says it was a once-off thing, tells her it was about something trivial and dumb, that he’s safe at school. Because he can’t worry her about things she can’t fix.

Either he deals with this or May’s going to have to find a way to make enough money to get him into the Academy and she can’t afford that. He can’t put her under that financial stress.

Have courage.

Harley’s thumb traced over Peter’s newest bruise, a deep purple contrasting the paleness of his skin.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” Harley murmurs, eyes shining with sympathy. “If I hadn’t told you to stand up to him…”

“Can you keep a secret?” Peter’s voice is filled with teary desperation, hands trembling as he grips his coffee cup.

Peter didn’t want to risk showing up to the Academy again, so instead, they’re meeting up at the coffee place that’s normally crawling with boys from the Academy, but today it’s pretty empty.

Tipping his head in concern, Harley nods. “Course.”

“He kissed me,” Peter blurts, lip trembling and hands shaking as his heart pounds in his chest. “I fought back and I called him a coward, and he kissed me. And then- And then he told me he’d kill me if anyone found out. I’m just- I walk the halls of my school terrified for my own life, Harley. I’m scared that he’ll, I don’t know, decide it’s not worth it to keep me around.”

The anger reappears like it had the day they met, fiery and upset, like the world has let him down one too many times.

“You can’t live like that, Peter. It’s not right, it’s not fair.”

“There’s nothing I can do!” Peter draws back enough to duck his face, hating knowing he can’t hide the bruising that litters his face, some old and some new, all hurting just the same. “I can’t get him expelled, I don’t have the money to involve cops, I don’t know how to fix this anymore.”

Harley gently takes Peter’s hand, his calloused and bigger than Peter’s, and tugs him to his feet.

He’s pulled into a hug, Harley’s arms wrapping around him and making him feel safe for the first time in months.

“We’ll figure this out,” Harley promises.

* It’s all a mistake that May finds out.

Travis had been leaving Peter alone, relatively. He was probably worried that if he did too much to Peter, the younger boy would spill the secret about the kiss. There were shoves here and there, and the insults never stopped, but Peter hadn’t been punched in a while, bruises finally healing.

Until, May’s coming to pick Peter up from Academic Decathlon after school one day.

Acadeca meetings are the same afternoons as Football practice. Peter’s waiting by their lockers with Ned and MJ, unaware of May rounding the corner, just as Travis comes out of the gym.

He barely looks at Peter as he shoves him hard into the lockers, not stopping in his journey to his own lockers.

MJ glares over her shoulder as she helps Peter up from where he’d fallen to the floor, Ned retrieving Peter’s backpack, as May reaches them.

“What was that?” May demands, voice quiet enough for Travis not to hear, but angry.

“It was nothing-”

MJ cuts him off before he can come up with a good excuse. “He’s been bullying Peter since the ninth grade.”

“Excuse me?”

“May, please-”

Ned grabs Peter’s wrist, cutting him off again. “It’s gotten worse than shoves. This is the first time all year that I’ve seen him without bruises.”

“It’s not that bad!” Peter exclaims, eyes wide as he looks over May’s shoulder at Travis who’s slinging his bag over his shoulder. “May, please, you can’t say anything.”

“Why the fuck not?” May’s hands are clenched into fists as she stares daggers at Travis who’s already heading down the hall.

Peter sighs, leaning his back until it hits the lockers, relieved that Travis is finally gone. There’s no way out of it.

“He threatened to kill me.” Peter can’t help the tears that threaten to fall, sick of feeling so scared at his school, sick of flinching at every locker slamming, sick of crying every night about something he can’t change.

There’s a collective gasp as the words sink in. May hadn’t even been aware of bullying. Between her night shifts at the hospital and Peter always having plans to get out of seeing her, she hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten. She’d seen a few bruises here and there, but none that screamed in danger. He always came up with excuses about falling or how it was just teenage things.

“You’re kidding, right?” Ned says, voice high with worry. “I knew it was bad but…”

“We have to tell someone. We have to get him expelled.”

Peter shakes his head, sinking to the floor and hiding his face in his palms. “His parents are these super rich lawyers, May. They’re the biggest sponsors of the schoolboard. Trust me, I’ve thought of every possibility. There’s nothing we can do.”

There’s a quiet moment while they all come up empty-handed. Solution-less.

Until, “What about Osborn Academy?” Ned offers. He sits down on the floor beside Peter, giving Peter the opportunity to rest his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “You’ve been gushing about that kid you met there.”

“Would it be safer?” May asks.

“It’s too expensive.” He lets MJ take his hand, offering him as much comfort as she knows how to. “It’s a private school with uniforms and everything, May. We can’t afford the tuition.”

May shakes her head. “I don’t care about money, sweetheart. I care about you being safe. Somebody threatened to kill you, I’m not letting you stay anywhere close to him.”

“May-”

“No, we’ll figure it out, Peter, it’ll be okay. For now, let’s get you home. We can watch one of those soaps that you like and eat ice cream and you’ll tell me all about this kid you met. Okay?”

Caving isn’t as hard as Peter thought it would be. He’s been so desperate for a solution and this is it. He’ll get to go to a school where he’ll be accepted and he’ll be able to walk the halls without fear of somebody turning on him.

“You deserve this,” MJ murmurs. “Even if we’re losing our best Acadeca teammate. We’re going to kick your ass at Nationals.”

“You wish, Em,” Peter grins, getting up and pulling Ned up with him.

He tugs his two best friends into a hug. “I promise I’ll text all the time and we’ll go out for coffee.”

May wraps an arm around his shoulders and they start off towards the exit. “Now, who’s this special kid?”

“His name’s Harley and he’s the greatest.” Peter launches into the story of how they met as they drive away from Midtown, and Peter has never been more relieved to be leaving.

Even though he’ll miss his own Acadeca family. Ned, MJ, Betty, Abe, Cindy, Zach, even Flash and Brad. He’s excited for the future Osborn Academy holds for him. Where people accept each other, their Acadeca team is considered cool, and there’s no bullying. Plus, there’s the obvious positive that he’s already got friends there. He’s sure Harry and Harley will accept him with open arms.

The future is brighter than it’s ever been.

Taglist: @littlemissagrafina @spideygirl2003 @romeoandjulietyouwish @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @tonystarkweneedyou

#lyss writes #glee au #parkner #parkner fic #harley keener #peter parker #peter parker fic #harley keener/peter parker #klaine au #i wanna write a whole glee au but i feel like literally nobody will care lmao #also this was written in one go without editing bcs i'm a dumb bitch but it's okay

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rhetoricalrogue · 4 years

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I have a vague outline for yet another detective.

August “Auggie” Lin

5’10” Actual Ray of Sunshine

Athletic build. Station’s go-to guy to open jars. Tried to start a WPD/WFD rugby team, but conflicting schedules got in the way. Plays a lot of basketball in his off hours with local kids. Takes part in the community’s wellness initiative and leads an adult running group on 5k runs every other Saturday morning.

Likes to take things apart to see how they work. Is semi-successful with putting them back together. Can fix simple appliances, upgrade computer parts, that sort of thing. Has built his own PC at home to create a “sweet gaming rig” and still gets his butt handed to him by groups of 13 year olds playing FPS. Prefers to play open world RPGs to wind down with after work, but will occasionally hop onto an MMO for marathon sessions if he has time or is on vacation.

“I need an adult”/“you are an adult”/“I need an adultier adult”

Gets carded every time he buys beer even though he’s 26

Perpetual baby face, cannot grow facial hair to save his life

Extremely happy go lucky personality plus younger looking exterior = everyone always underestimates how damn smart he is. VERY science-minded and observant. Goal-oriented: once he sets his mind to something, he sticks with it to the end.

Totally did not expect the promotion, but he takes it seriously and tries to do his best.

Loves the IDEA of cooking, has zero talent actually doing so and gets bored trying to learn so basically lives off cereal, toast, pop tarts, and instant noodles.

“These are my Agency co-workers: Agent Actual Mom, Agent 900 Year Old Mom, Agent Fellow History Buff Aunt, Agent AMAZING Girlfriend, and Agent Big Grumpypants Sister.”

Replaced his predecessor’s supply of booze with his own “secret” stash of snacks. Orders online so he has a bunch of different treats from around the world. Favorite types are super sour sweets or savory, crunchy snacks.

Has a solitary pet betta fish in a 10 gallon tank that takes up premium space in his apartment, but Mr. Fish deserves the best.

Wears professional-ish (dark washed jeans with pressed button down shirts and nice boots) street clothes when on the clock, hoodies under leather jackets in his off time.

Taught himself how to knit out of boredom but can’t really be bothered to do longer projects, so he has a huge collection of beanies and scarves. Everyone he knows gets personalized knitwear as Christmas gifts. Actually decided to start a Girlfriend Sweater for Farah, but has kept it a secret so it’s a surprise when it’s done.

SOFT ROMANTIC BOY. Gives amazing hugs. Someone please hold his hand.

#aaaand that’s all i got so far #i’ve known him for all of five minutes and i love him #august lin #the wayhaven chronicles #oh god he’s basically a shorter version of Alex

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jaehyun-eclipsed · 4 years

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Before I Met You | Six

Updates: Sundays, 8 PM EST

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas…) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Warnings: Contains some swearing

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After several weeks of constant stress and endless studying, high school was finally coming to an end. I was never one to take many photos, but I knew there were people that I’d likely never see again. So on the last day of class, I decided to ask some of them to take a picture. My first and only class with Lucas was biology.

“Hey,” I say to Lucas, Seulgi, and Yang Yang. “Take a picture with me.”

“Okay!” Lucas responds.

“Oh, so you’ll take a picture for Y/N but not for me?” Seulgi snaps.

Oh shit.

Lucas doesn’t say anything, but I decide to put my foot in my mouth. “I’m just special,” I say with a smile.

Seulgi doesn’t respond, her face attempting to smile in order to hide the bitterness she actually felt.

Oh my God, Y/N. You’re such an idiot.

“Let’s take the picture!” Lucas says. “Yang Yang, you take it!”

Graduation came and went. It was weird. It hadn’t really hit me yet that I had graduated from high school. The ceremony was rather uneventful. Doyoung, Taeyeon, Hyojin, Hana, and I were all being honored as part of the top twenty in our class. This meant that we were set to walk the stage first and then after that, we sat in the audience, glancing back at the crowd every so often to see how many more rows of students had to walk. Quite honestly, we were bored.

The ceremonial cap tossing was followed by many hugs, selfies, and promises to hang out during the summer before truly needing to say goodbye to those who would be leaving for college. For a moment, it felt like time stopped. Bright lights shone down on everyone, providing a spotlight as if it was our last moment on stage.

“Y/N! We’re done!” Lucas shouts as he runs towards me, picking me up and spinning me around as confetti falls around us.

“Congratulations, Lucas!”

His eyes are sparkling when he sets me down, his hands still holding onto my arms. We smile at each other for a moment before he realizes he’s still holding me.

“Oh!” he remarks, dropping his hands and nervously rubbing one of them behind his neck. “Good luck at Berkeley, Y/N. Make sure you come back and visit.”

“Thank you, I definitely will.”

“Maybe we can hang out this summer?”

My heart jumps at the suggestion and the naïve thought of a first date and first kiss during my last summer before college. The fantasy was a heartbreaking cliché with the word ‘BAD’ written all over it in capital letters. There was something so appealing about it. The summer fling with the boy from high school; falling in love too fast after a passionate kiss at the beach; an emotional goodbye and shattering heartbreak as one had to leave because real life got in the way. This kind of situation never ends well. It’s indulging in the forbidden fruit only to realize it was poisoned from the very beginning.

“Yeah.” I smile. “I’d like that.”

I was quick to learn of Lucas’s new job at a clothing store at the mall. He was notorious for posting every little thing he did on social media and had a poor habit of posting on Snapchat while he was driving. It made it easy to figure out where he was all the time. Plus, the store he worked at was a place I often shopped at already.

“When did you start working here?”

Lucas folds a shirt, placing it on the shelf before turning around to face me. “Right after school got out. I like the clothes here.”

“Yeah, I do too.”

“If you want anything, just let me know. They give me forty percent off everything except clearance,” he says. “I’ll buy it for you and you can pay me back. Like, I just bought a bunch of jewelry for Sooyoung.”

Well that’s nice of him.

“Thanks!” I hold up a beige scarf. “I think I’m going to buy this, but it’s on clearance.”

He smiles. “It looks nice. Let me know when you’re ready to check out!”

“Oh, I’m ready now. This is all I’m getting today.”

He nods and leads me over to the cash register. I hand him the scarf and he begins to palm through it to look for any security tags.

“Hey, so we should hang out.” He keeps his gaze on the scarf. “Maybe grab lunch or something?”

The temptation to take a bite into the fruit returns. Yes, we were just getting lunch, but it was still something. He wants to hang out one-on-one. Who says this can’t turn into something more after that?

“Yeah! That would be great!” I say with a wide grin.

He taps several keys on the register before telling me to swipe my card. “Okay, you can just text me and we’ll hang out!”

An alarm sounds off in my head. It’s brief, but nevertheless, it’s still there. Why do I have to text you if you want to go? Maybe this is an open-ended thing so that I can ask him if I actually want to go and it’s not a full blown rejection if he asks and I say ‘no’.

I force a smile before my perplexed feeling can be expressed on my face. “Okay… Maybe next week because I’m supposed to go to orientation for school this weekend.”

“Yeah! That sounds good!”

I look up at the clock tower as my orientation group walks by. Wouldn’t it be nice for Lucas to come visit me and we could take walks around campus? The sun is about to set, glowing a blazing gold and orange over the horizon. A new beginning. This is where I’m going to spend the next four years of my life, supposedly making new friends and memories to last a lifetime.

“It’s going to be completely different.”

“You’re going to have so much fun.”

“You’re going to meet so many smart and interesting people!”

“You’re going to meet someone much better than Lucas.”

“You’re going to love it!”

This was the collage of phrases I’d heard over the past few months since I had chosen a school. I had good faith it would be true. I liked the people I had met in my orientation group; we all had the same goal and everyone was relatively nice with the exception of one of my roommates for the night. She was tall and blonde and seemed to be rather arrogant. From the way she looked at me, I took it that she just thought I was a typical nerd. Fortunately, I didn’t have to spend much time with her since she wasn’t in my orientation group. If I wasn’t with my group, I was exploring on my own.

“Hey! Let’s all take a picture on the steps!”

But being here… actually being here… terrified me to no end. Aside from coming here to tour the campus and make some initial contacts, we were supposed to meet with college counselors and select our first semester classes.

I discovered that selecting the classes you needed to take wasn’t even the hard part; it was signing up for the classes that was a challenge. My orientation date was in the middle, so by the time I was able to sign up, the sections I had wanted were already full.

I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing. Prior to arriving, we were instructed to fill out a questionnaire to determine what classes we would need to take for our intended majors. You didn’t have to declare a major until sophomore year, but you at least had to start working towards it so that you could graduate on time. It’s a terrible system. At eighteen, you’re expected to have an idea of what you supposedly want to commit to for the rest of your life. The system even lets you determine that you’re responsible enough to make a decision that can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And now, even while taking a commemorative photo with the sun suggesting a brighter future, all I wanted to do was cry. I’m not ready for college. I’m not ready to leave home. I’m just not ready. And suddenly, I’m left wondering if this whole time, my perceived independence and confidence, was just me pretending…

After returning from orientation, I was trying to find ways to distract myself from my inevitable future that I wasn’t ready for. I had made attempts to find things I enjoyed as I realized this may be the only summer for the next several years that would be completely free of responsibility. No summer homework, no internship – I was free to be self-indulgent. So I spent a lot of my time doing things I didn’t allow myself to have time for while in high school. I’d read, watch movies, and take walks at the mall. I’d even go to parties held by my former high school classmates. But of course, I also spent a lot of that time thinking about Lucas.

Maybe I’ll ask him today. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him… That seems like enough time.

Me to Lucas [4:15 PM] Hey! You busy tomorrow? Wanna get lunch?

I place my phone down, twiddling with my thumbs and waiting for my phone screen to light up.

He’s definitely going to want to go. And then we’ll get to have lunch and maybe we can hang out some more before I have to leave! And maybe… just maybe, he’ll tell me he likes me!

I smile at the thought. It’s a last hurrah before having to leave everything. I’d get my happy, sad summer ending.

But of course, that thought quickly drifts out of reach again as time creeps by. Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, an hour…

It was my birthday and biology all over again. When Hana invited him to go to my birthday dinner, he took hours to respond, never directly saying he couldn’t come, just that he was preoccupied. He did the same thing with our biology project, never directly saying he hadn’t finished it, just that he was busy with something else that apparently took precedent.

Lucas [5:45 PM] I have work tomorrow

I roll my eyes. He’s lying again. And you just had so much hope that you would get your chance even though you knew. I only had one word for him.

Me [6:00 PM] Okay.

This is a pattern.

This is a trait.

And I was dumb enough to fall for it three times.

Later that night, while festering in my annoyance, I receive a text from Siwoo.

Siwoo [8:09 PM] I overheard Lucas talking about you

My eyes widen. Lucas was talking about me?

Me [8:15 PM] What? Where?

Siwoo [8:17 PM] At the mall. Sicheng and Yang Yang were waiting for him to get off work and I was in the store looking at something

Me [8:18 PM] What did they say?

Siwoo [8:21 PM] Sicheng asked Lucas if he was still thinking about asking you out and Lucas didn’t say anything. So Sicheng guessed that Lucas already did and Lucas was like “I asked her to get lunch but I have to work tomorrow.” Then Sicheng was like “I thought you said you didn’t have to go to work tomorrow? You should just go with Y/N. Who cares about Seulgi?”

Wow, so he was lying. And he has absolutely no idea that I have people looking out for me to give me confirmation about these things.

It definitely pays to have friends in all circles. I can have eyes everywhere.

Me [8:22 PM] So he was lying! Wtf. What does Seulgi have to do with this?

Me [8:23 PM] What did they say after that?

Siwoo [8:24 PM] Lying? About what?

Me [8:26 PM] I asked him to get lunch tomorrow and he just said he had to work. No rescheduling, no nothing

Siwoo [8:27 PM] Jackass. I guess Seulgi doesn’t want Lucas dating you

Siwoo [8:29 PM] Yang Yang said that Seulgi would get really pissed and then asked if he really wanted to go. Lucas said he did but also was afraid because Seulgi would get mad because she’s jealous of you and he’s been friends with her longer

Seulgi… always getting in the way.

Me [8:32 PM] Jfc. She won’t date him and when he wants to go after someone else, she gets mad. What does she want??

Siwoo [8:34 PM] Idk... that’s all I heard

One of my favorite things to do is have late night chats. There’s something so intoxicating about the night – it brings out honesty despite its purpose of making everything dark… hidden… mysterious. The comfort of the night allows us to reveal our deepest secrets in confidence. It gives a false sense of safety. You trade your ability to hide your body language, thinking that’s what you need to keep secret when voluntarily speaking words you’d thought you’d never say aloud.

The night is an oxymoron.

Yet, it is when I thrive. My best thinking is done at night. My best conversations occur at night.

I had a habit of keeping my dad up at late hours into the night, pitching my ideas, revealing my thoughts, running through an endless list of scenarios. I could’ve chosen any other time of day to do this, but night was always my preferred time. That’s when I was the best at being honest to myself about Lucas. There were fewer distractions and I could kick more sense into myself when the temptation was unusually strong.

“How come he said he wanted to hang out and then when I ask him, he lies and says he has to work?” I ask angrily, pacing in my dad’s room.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s scared,” my dad responds. “But you know, he appears to have a habit of doing this.”

“So he’s just flakey,” I say, making more of a statement than asking a question.

“Yes.”

“He didn’t even say ‘no’! He just said he had to work and didn’t say anything about rescheduling.” I frown. “Does that mean he doesn’t actually want to go?”

“You mentioned earlier that Siwoo overheard him talking about Seulgi?”

“Yeah?”

“I do think Seulgi is jealous of you.”

I stop pacing and huff, putting my hands on my hips. “That’s ridiculous! She has all of these guys all over her! She gets way more attention than I do! Why would she ever be jealous of me?!”

“People don’t like it when others do better than they do,” he says. “I’m sure she thinks you’re a lot smarter than her. And even if she doesn’t think you’re prettier than she is, she can’t deny that you’re not attractive.”

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I contemplate what he tells me. It is possible, but I can’t imagine anyone feeling that way about me. I’m the quiet one that no one pays attention to except when they want answers on their homework. That’s not entirely true, but I honestly thought that no one really cared about what I did. I just did my schoolwork and minded my own business. The most people would ever really talk to me about was college. Long story short, my conclusion was that everyone thought I was boring. Granted, Siwoo did mention all of those other comments from Ara and Yunji. I guess I had more confirmation of some of these statements than I would have liked to admit or was able to believe.

“So if I go to the mall and see him again, he’s probably going to bring up hanging out again.” My face sours, disgusted at how easily Lucas could say things he doesn’t mean over and over again. “What should I say to him?”

“What you should do, is next time you see him, make him pick the time and date. Just tell him, ‘If you’re so busy, then why don’t you pick the time and the date? Then let me know.’ Flip it back onto him.”

Even though I knew any attempts to hang out with Lucas were probably nonexistent – and definitely nonexistent if I flipped the decision back onto him – I didn’t want to give up like that. But the rational part of me knew this would be the best thing to do. Summer was more than half gone already. What could we possibly do in that time even if we did hang out once or twice? I was onto bigger and better things with completely different people. Who cares about some idiot from high school?

This shirt looks nice. I pull the hanger from the rack, admiring the red, sleeveless blouse. It would be nicely paired with some blue denim shorts.

“Hey!”

When I hear Lucas’s voice, something kicks in… likely my rationality because suddenly, I’m angry.

I glance over my shoulder, seeing him leaning against a wall next to me. “Hey.”

“So school starts soon, huh?”

I continue admiring the blouse, holding it up to my body to estimate the fit. “Yeah, I’m leaving in a few weeks.”

“Oh! We should hang out before then!”

Here we go…

I internally roll my eyes, completely exasperated as I had mentally prepared myself for this moment. I was not going to give in again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, I’m an idiot. Fool me four times? Yeah, not going to happen.

“I think you tried to hit me up, right?” he continues, crossing one foot over the other and pulling his phone out. “But I think I was busy that week.”

Yeah, you were “working”.

“Yeah, well, since you’re so busy,” I say. “How about you decide?” I cross my arms. “Pick the date, pick the time, let me know.”

He keeps his gaze on his phone, scrolling with his thumb, probably pretending to filter through his “completely booked” calendar.

“Okay,” he agrees. “So just text you?”

I can feel the sharpness of my tongue as I respond, “Yep.”

“When are you leaving?”

“On the fifteenth.”

He smiles at me, uncrossing his legs and placing his phone back in his pocket. “All right, well, my shift is over so I’ll hit you up later.”

Right… I’m sure you will.

A couple days later, I opted to go to a coffee shop that my high school classmates would frequent after class. I had brought a book along with me and was going to spend the next hour or so reading while sipping on a lavender latte before going to meet Hana for dinner.

“Y/N?”

I lift my head from my book and turn in the direction of the voice.

“Oh, hey Sicheng!”

Sicheng and I weren’t really friends, but we could always have conversations. We were acquaintances at best, but he was best friends with Lucas and Kibum. And all throughout high school, he was always kind and respectful towards me. Despite him becoming ‘one of the guys’ when he was around his friends, he was one of the nicer ones of the group and he knew how to flip off that switch when he would talk to anyone else outside of his posse.

He smiles at me and walks over to my table. “Just reading?”

“Yeah, I thought I’d get a lavender latte before meeting Hana for dinner.”

“Oh nice.”

I look at his hand that’s gripping onto the backpack slung over his shoulder. “Are you here to work on something?”

“Hm?” He follows my gaze to his backpack. “Oh, yeah, I have some scholarship essays I need to work on. When are you leaving for school?”

“In a couple weeks.”

“Congratulations, Y/N! That’s really exciting!”

“Thanks! I’m excited… though, I’m quite nervous too.”

“Yeah, I bet…” he trails off.

He looks down at my book, continuing to linger at my table. His mouth opens slightly and he smiles, like he’s contemplating on saying something. I raise an eyebrow up at him, silently asking what’s on his mind.

Suddenly, he says something that’s somewhat out of left field. “Hey, do you talk to Lucas?”

My eyes narrow. “I see him at the mall sometimes,” I say. “I buy a lot of my clothes at the store he works at. Why?”

“Oh, uh, I was just wondering if you guys hang out…”

What are you fishing for?

“Did he say something?”

“No… no, not really.” Sicheng presses his lips together. “Did he ask you out?”

Well that was forward.

I swallow and narrow my eyes again, wondering what on earth Sicheng could be getting at. “Like, on a date?”

“Yeah.”

“No, he did ask me to hang out though…” I shake my head, trying to dismiss all of the fluff. Sicheng just needs to get to the point. “Why are you asking?”

He sighs in frustration. “Okay, to tell you the truth, he likes you.”

I raise an eyebrow, questioning both the truth of the statement and his reasons for telling me. “Really…” I say skeptically. “It doesn’t seem like it.”

“He wants to go out with you, Y/N.”

“What?” I ask, incredulity lacing my tone. “I – I don’t understand. Why are you even telling me this?”

He clicks his tongue. “Look, I –” He sighs again, shifting his gaze to a far corner of the room before turning to look back at me. “Lucas is my best friend and I’m just tryin’ to help him out because – as much as I like Seulgi, she’s being a bitch.”

Of all the things for Sicheng to do, I never thought he would do this. He’s always been nice, but why would he ever confess that Lucas likes me? Why would he out his best friend?

My expression is perplexed, confused at his confession. I don’t say anything and let him continue.

“She knows Lucas likes you, but she doesn’t even like, want him to talk to you.” His face turns sour. “So, I’m just – I’m just seeing how you feel because he’s my friend and Seulgi’s just being…” he trails off, waving his hand in dismissal.

I shrug, making a gesture with my hands to express frustration. At this point, telling him the truth doesn’t really seem to make any difference. “Well, I’d go out with him if he asked, but –”

“Yeah, I know…” he interjects, offering me a small smile. “I know you’re leaving soon, but I don’t know… I just thought I’d see what’s up with you and try to help Lucas out before then.”

This was a strange revelation. I never expected Sicheng to do this. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel all giddy inside having confirmation that Lucas did like me. Unfortunately, my opinion of Seulgi had deteriorated even further and gave me confirmation that what she did at Winter Ball was, in fact, on purpose. She couldn’t stand having a different girl having (in her eyes, steal) Lucas’s attention. That was too great of a hit to her ego. On the other hand, all this told me was that Lucas had little to no backbone. He was easily influenced by someone that wasn’t good for him and would never fully return his affections. Yet, he couldn’t stand not having her in his life even if all she would end up doing is crushing him. I guess we both have something else in common – at least for the next few weeks.

I was a fool. The temptation to bite into the forbidden fruit was too great and the truth of the matter was that I didn’t even get to bite into it. It was always within reach, on a branch that was just a smidge too high. But then a gust of wind blew and the fruit fell and hit me in the head.

Lucas never did text me.

And I never heard from him after that.

Perhaps the first dance really was the last.

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We didn’t win, but we came away feeling humbled and truly inspired

Creative Edinburgh Awards 2020

After a year of comfy trousers and isolation, we had the absolute joy of getting our gladrags on to celebrate the fresh ideas and truly inspiring creative work done right here in our hometown of Edinburgh.

The Creative Edinburgh Award ceremony is a big deal but, as you can imagine, this year was a little different. Instead of boogying down on the dancefloor together, we piled into a Zoom room. Zoom dress-up was the order of the day – snazzy shirts, lipstick and earrings up top, comfies down below – and we had the chance to sit on our own cosy sofas and make our own favourite drinks. There was wine, there was G&Ts, and even the odd Aperol Spritz.

We were obviously excited to find out whether we'd be getting a prize – having been nominated for The City Award – but, more importantly (we kept reminding ourselves), to get a rundown of some of the fabulous local creatives and collectives being celebrated.

We didn't win in our category. Not going to lie, it would've been a triumphant send off for the team members who have recently moved onto other creative pastures, having dedicated so much time and passion to CreativeMornings/Edinburgh, and of course a brilliant way for the team remaining to start with a bang! However, it was a fantastic opportunity to get together one last time, break out the bubbly and feel truly humbled and inspired by the creative brilliance going on around us.

We just want to take this opportunity to highlight the entries that got us revved up to reach further. That's what CreativeMornings is all about, after all...

Kat's pick – The Flock (The Start-up Award Winner)

The Flock does an amazing job of rolling style and ethics into one kick-ass package – an online space to find interviews and insightful articles on style, culture and entertainment, curated for 'smart, enquiring women who want to lead a good life'. They believe that good media shouldn't have to rely on advertising – i.e. spots sold to the highest bidder – and instead keep themselves free from the sway of advertising revenue in order to promote what's good, not who has the biggest budget:

"I launched The Flock because, after 18 years working in the media, I wanted to do things differently, to genuinely engage with modern, smart, ethically-minded women about the decisions which impact upon their lives... the stories and people that we feature always have one thing in common – their work aims to lead us towards a kinder climate for all." – Jennifer Crichten, Founder of Flock

Empowering women? Check. Saying Flock off to capitalist ideals? Check. Sexy typography, authentic journalism and lush photography? Check, check, check! Truly a winner.

Molly's pick – Fold (The Start-Up Award Nominee)

Now, we didn't want to just write about the winners.

We're obsessed with stationery, as I'm sure a lot of you CM/edites are too... Fold make stand-out, one-of-a-kind luxury paper goods for weddings, events and individuals. And my goodness, they have good taste. From the paper (did you say G.F.Smith?) to the colour palettes, cuts, folds and foiling, they have everything to make a paper craft-obsessed creative weak at the knees:

"...we marry contemporary design with thoughtfully crafted materials to deliver print collateral with provenance and originality. We believe that both process and outcome should be tangible, enlightening and always beautiful." – Hannah and Sarah, founders of Fold.

You can go the whole hog and get a consultation and custom-crafted invites for your event (bookmarked in the imaginary 'wedding' folder as we speak...) or pick yourself up a gorgeous notebook or set of cards. You can even get involved in the process through their workshops (perfect for the 'control freak' creative type!). Plus, what a cool name. Truly winners in our eyes.

Rebecca's pick – The Leith Collective (The Commercial Award Nominee)

We love the ethos of The Leith Collective. Their championing of creativity and community really rings true with what CreativeMornings is all about too.

Based in Ocean Terminal, The Leith Collective is a creative retail space showcasing the work of over 100 artists. They are huge advocates of re-use, recycle, re-claim and re-sell, seeking out artists and makers who create unique pieces from items that would otherwise end up in landfill.

People are truly at the heart of the Collective. Not only do their profits go towards supporting their community, their members also offer free workshops to local schools and charities, host clothes swaps and operate as a donation point for local food banks. They support the mental health and wellbeing of their members, giving them opportunities to gain workplace experience and develop their businesses, no matter what their situation in life is. Rebecca has loved watching them grow, and is especially inspired by how they're space at Ocean Terminal has developed over the past year.

Congratulations to The Leith Collective for their incredible work and their nomination at this year’s Creative Edinburgh Awards!

Clare's pick – SPLINTR (The Commercial Award Winner)

From super fluoro flowers shops, to your favourite reading nook or coffee spot, SPLINTR have made a name for themselves in Edinburgh for fitting out shops, cafes and offices across the city:

"Our ethos is grounded in a passion for uncomplicated, thoughtful and contemporary design. With a background in product design and architecture, our design team ensure a space is not only beautiful, but truly functional too.

"We pride ourselves on our involvement throughout every process of a project... This keeps things simple, efficient and economical for our clients." – SPLINTR

We feel they should win prizes galore for their innovation and craftsmanship alone, but the award they won at the CE Awards 2020 was actually for their Safe Server. Many businesses have had to pivot and reassess due to COVID and Splintr's solution was simple, beautifully built and adaptable. Utilising their classic, on-brand low-cost materials they produced a solution that was easy to implement and simple to brand up. They know their audience, they know their brand, and they did a fabulous job adapting to the current situation and helping their community of business owners.

Genius is often grounded in simplicity – well deserving of the win!

Isobel's pick – CinemaAttic (The 2020 Award Nominee)

Looking to add some Spanish flavour to your cinema-going? Then CinemaAttic is here to help.

Established in 2008, CinemaAttic have been showcasing the very best and brightest emerging filmmakers from Spain, Portugal and Latin America for over a decade. Their partnerships with venues like the Edinburgh Filmhouse and the National Galleries have helped raise the profile of Spanish cinema in Scotland.

With six film and arts festivals behind them and even more in the pipeline, CinemaAttic have established themselves as an incredible platform for entertainment, learning and innovative industry development.

"The crisis of Covid-19 and the following lockdown found CinemaAttic at a truly pivotal moment in the film collective’s history: we were about to celebrate our 10th anniversary as advocates of Ibero-American independent cinema in Scotland, with a number of events in the making to commemorate the occasion and our small team growing and evolving.

While many festivals and film exhibitors were paralysed by the unknown with the introduction of lockdown, we took ownership of the situation and re-oriented our entire programme of the 10th anniversary celebrations to a digital format." – CinemaAttic

Why not escape to the Mediterranean this week with CinemaAttics Catalan Film Festival? Opening on Thursday 19th November, the festival features the best new films from Spain and Catalonia, classic cinema, shorts, Q&As and panel conversations. And don't worry if your Spanish isn't up to scratch – everything will be subtitled in English!

Matt's pick – Lyra (The 2020 Award Winner)

Of course, the year being what it has been, Creative Edinburgh created a whole category in homage to the struggles we've all been feeling. The 2020 Award was created to recognise a project that went above and beyond to deliver despite the setbacks of the year.

The deserving winners were Lyra, an arts organisation based in Greater Craigmillar (Edinburgh) that makes art and creative projects for children and young people. They believe that watching plays and attending theatre workshops can help build confidence, develop social skills and create a sense of worth and belonging:

"We work in creative partnership with our children and young people, and our approach aims to raise aspirations through world-class provision, improve confidence by developing new skills and increase self-esteem by nurturing creative expression."

A truly noble cause and we have to say – their workshops look so fun! If only we weren't a little too old ourselves...

Finally, it would be totally remiss of us not give a great big warm round of applause to Creative Bridge and the team at CodeBase for picking up first prize in our category. A huge congratulations to all of the prize-winners and nominees – keep pushing the boundaries, exploring both possibilities and impossibilities and inspiring us. We could not be prouder of our small but mighty creative city.

#creativeedinburgh #creativemornings #creative #creativity #awards #creativeawards #edinburgh #creativemorningsedinburgh #inspiration

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Collectibles #1 (Worm/Final Rose)

Taylor trudged home from another awful day of school and all but slumped onto the couch. She had only intended to rest there for a moment before going up to her room, but her exhaustion had other ideas. She dozed off, only waking when someone rang the doorbell.

Stumbling to her feet, she opened the door just in time to see the delivery van pull away from the kerb. There was a nondescript package sitting on the doorstep.

“A package?” She picked it up. “Did dad order something?” She blinked. Her name was on it. “Huh… I don’t think I’ve ordered anything.”

After the day she’d had though, she’d welcome any distraction. She’d thought they’d leave her alone after the locker, but they’d kept right on going although they’d been careful not to try anything else quite so dangerous. They were probably just waiting for things to calm down before they escalated again.

Taylor opened the package, and several brightly coloured packets fell out. She picked them up.

“Remnant: Age of Heroes… a collectible card game for awesome people?” Taylor chuckled. “Really? What kind of company advertises their game by saying it’s for awesome people.”

Still, the artwork on the front of the packs was impressive. One of the packs featured a beautiful pink-haired woman clothed in crystalline armour whilst another featured a silver-eyed teenager with a scythe. However, her favourite was the pack with a dark-haired little girl eyeing a hamburger like it was the greatest thing in the universe.

“Well, I might as well open them. I mean… it was addressed to me, right?” Gingerly, Taylor opened the first pack.

And her life would never be the same again.

X X X

“Behold my awesomeness!”

Taylor jerked back as the same little girl on the front of the pack appeared in the middle of her living room. The girl took a moment to test the strength of the coffee table before leaping onto it and striking what was likely supposed to be an epic pose.

“Now… who has summoned me?” The girl grinned. “And where can I get some food?”

“Uh…” Taylor blinked. “Um…”

“Hey, you!” The girl pointed one finger at her. “Are you my summoner?”

“Um… maybe?” Taylor had heard that powers could be really weird. Was someone messing with her using their powers. Or… or was this her power? After all, the locker was exactly the sort of event that might cause someone to trigger, and it sometimes took a while for powers to emerge and…

“Huh.” The girl hopped off the coffee table and looked up at Taylor. She was, Taylor realised, very short and kind of scruffy looking. “Yes… you’re definitely my summoner.”

“Oh.” Taylor blinked. “So… you’re like a projection or something?” This was surreal. Maybe she was still on the couch sleeping. This was probably all a dream.

“Kind of.” The girl rubbed her chin and then picked up the pack of cards that Taylor had dropped. “Since I’m the first three-star card you opened, I’ll be your guide on your wonderful journey through Remnant: Age of Heroes.”

“…”

“To make things nice and simple, you can summon people and stuff based on the cards you open. Do certain things and accomplish certain objectives and you’ll unlock more cards and get more packs. Depending on what cards you get, you can do all sorts of stuff.”

“All sorts of stuff?” Taylor’s eyes widened. “You mean… like a trump?”

“Yeah, we’ll go with that.” The girl chuckled. “Now, come on, let’s sit down and go through the cards. I’ll explain how this whole things works since I really don’t want you getting stabbed or something because that would be the end of me too.”

They sat down on the couch, and the girl carefully put each of the fifteen cards in the pack on the table.

“So… basically, cards fall into several classes: characters, locations, resources, abilities, events, equipment, and organisations.” The girl looked at Taylor, and she nodded. “Each of these classes fulfils a different objective. Characters are basically all people. See this one?” Taylor nodded again. “Atlas First Responders Squad. It’s a one star character card, so it’s not very strong, but it doesn’t take a lot of resources to summon and it doesn’t take any resources at all to keep around.”

“Um… what happens if I use it?” Taylor asked.

“You get a squad of Atlas First Responders. They’re not the best or anything, but they’re basically there to buy you time to summon something bigger and scarier.” The girl rubbed her chin again. “Based on your world’s power system, they’re kind of like a squad of PRT, except they’ve got better weapons, training, and armour. Still, they’re basically cannon-fodder for any three-star like me.”

“…” Taylor had a hard time believing that the little girl in front of her could be that dangerous, but she’d just go with it for now.

“Now, resource cards are how you pay for everything. This one is a Lien card. It’s basically cash. Lots of other cards need Lien, and this is where you get it. Location cards are also important.” The girl pointed at one. “You got a pretty nice one. That’s a three-star.”

Taylor read out the name of the card. “Signal Academy?”

“Yeah. It’s a nice place. It’ll make resources so long as you’ve got it, and you need it if you want to summon certain characters. Yeah, you definitely got lucky. It’s not as good as getting Beacon, but Beacon is a five-star card, and those are super rare. Signal is a nice one to start with though.”

“What about the other card types?” Taylor asked.

“The others are pretty self-explanatory. Equipment is stuff you can use or give to other cards, events and abilities are kind of like the spells you’d see in a fantasy game, and organisations are groups that you can use to boost other cards or even locations and stuff.” The girl pointed to each of the cards in turn. “You got a pretty good pack. See? You’ve got a bunch of one-stars, but you got two three-stars. That one is me.”

Taylor picked up the card the girl had pointed to. “Diana Yun-Farron, Nine Years Old.” She looked at the girl. “So that’s you?”

“Yep.”

“And it’s really specific about your age.”

“Heh. If I was a little older, I’d totally be a five-star. Heck, you could argue I should be a four-star already. Either way, you got lucky. I’m one of the best three-star characters you can get.” Diana cackled evilly. “Look at my stats.”

Taylor did. Diana’s attack and defence were both higher than any of the other character cards in the pack. Moreover, the card mentioned a transformation that would boost them to what seemed like absolutely absurd numbers. “What… the…?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I’m awesome. Plus, fighting isn’t all I can do. Look at the abilities I’ve got.”

Taylor stared. “Incredible intellect, master schemer, always hungry, friend and foe to animals…” There were more, and as she read, the card’s text shifted, scrolling down as though it were a computer tablet not a card. “That is… a lot of stuff.”

“Yep. I’m just about the best three-star you could have gotten.” Diana grinned. “But, hey, how about we try a few things.” She pointed at a card. “Picture that one in your mind and picture holding it.”

Taylor nodded. The card was Atlas Mk-3 Laser Rifle. A moment later, the space beside her shimmered. The rifle was right there. “…” She looked at Diana. “Did I just summon a laser rifle.”

“Yep.”

The implications of this filled Taylor’s mind. If she could summon one card. Then what about the others…?

“What you summon depends on what resources you’ve got and stuff.” Diana pointed. “See the cost on the card? The rifle doesn’t cost a lot to summon because it’s only a one-star. The resources you’ve got in this pack and the ones you get from owning Signal mean you could summon that heaps of times. But the bigger stuff is tougher. You’ll only be able to summon it once a day until you get more resources.”

“So what about the other packs?” Taylor asked. “I can open those, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Let’s do that.”

X X X

After opening all of the other packs, Taylor’s mind was filled with a strange sort of pressure. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was oddly heavy. Diana explained that she could make the cards disappear and reappear at will, and she would always know what cards she had and which ones she was using. It was handy - and a lot safer than running around with cards she could lose - but it was still weird.

“Oh, and there’s one last thing I should mention,” Diana said. “See those symbols next to my name?” Taylor nodded. “That means you can use me as a conduit.”

“A conduit?” Taylor asked.

“Yeah. It means you can’t summon me while I’m a conduit, but instead, you kind of get to use some of my powers for a while with me as your advisor.”

“…” Taylor stared. “You couldn’t have mentioned that earlier?”

“Well, I thought I’d explain how everything else worked first. Besides,” Diana said quietly. “Not all of the others will be as friendly as me. Sure, most of them are nice, but you don’t want some of the others in your head. They can be kind of mean. Plus, since you haven’t opened enough packs and stuff yet, you can’t use me as a conduit very often or for very long, and I wouldn’t even try it on a four-star or a five-star. It would probably melt your brain.”

“Can we try using you as a conduit?” Taylor asked.

“Sure.”

A moment later, Diana vanished in a swirl of light. Instead, Taylor now felt a presence in her mind. It was warm and happy, and it was unmistakably the little girl.

See? Now, since you’re using me as a conduit, you can do stuff you wouldn’t normally be able to. Diana cackled. Want to see something cool? See the brick you guys have been using as a door stop over there? Pick it up and punch it.

Still a bit sceptical, Taylor did as she told. The brick was reduced to fine powder. “That is…”

Awesome, right? As long as you’ve got me set up as your conduit, you’ll be super strong, super fast, super durable, and you’ll heal from just about anything super fast. Oh… but you will need to eat heaps of food, and you might transform into a rage monster. On the upside, you’ll also be super smart.

“Super smart…” Taylor trailed of as she looked at the television and immediately thought of twenty ways to make it better. “This is crazy.” She grinned. “But the good kind of crazy.”

So… what are you going to do now?

“I think I’m going to be a hero.” Taylor nodded firmly to herself. “But can we go through how this whole things works again? I want to make sure I completely understand everything.”

While we’re doing that, you might want to summon the other three-star character you opened. I know it’ll take up most of the resources you’ve gotten, but it’ll be worth it.

“Okay.” Taylor concentrated, the cards in her mind shifting as she activated the resources and locations she’d gotten to summon the character Diana had mentioned. “Here we go.”

A red-haired teenager with fox ears appeared.

That’s my Aunt Vanille when she was younger. Diana smirked. If you’re going to be a hero, you’re going to need equipment and stuff. Between the two of us, we can build just about anything even if we’re only the three-star versions of ourselves.

X X X

Author’s Notes

Yes, Taylor has a card game for a power. A card that summons stuff and people from Final Rose. Heh.

If you’re interested in my thoughts on writing and other topics, you can find those here.

You can find my original fiction on Amazon here.

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“Conor McGregor is back! Excitement may vary. Excitement in this card may vary! Excitement is really yours to have and hold, folks” The UFC 246 Fight Preview

Joey

January 13th, 2020

The UFC kicks off its 2019 schedule after a few long weeks off with a card that will, with very little sarcasm in play, play a hefty part in defining the way 2020 rolls out deep into the year. UFC 246 from Las Vegas, Nevada is a weird card on paper but it's also very significant and significance can sometimes create card quality/card quantity. Conor McGregor vs Donald Cerrone is a significant fight, one that figures to ask and answer a lot of questions for both men. For better or worse, the future of two divisions could be mapped out in one night depending on the results of one which fight which again parlays to its perceived significance. The PPV main card is "fine" although it clearly lacks a significant co-main event and the televised prelims are actually respectably spiffy as they're essentially four well put together "prospect of note vs proven veteran" fights with some good early ESPN+ prelim action too. Again I don't know if this card is good or bad---just that it's a significant card of fights and by the time Friday comes along, that long term delay in high level MMA is going to be eating at us SO we'll be all in on this one.

2020 Stat-O-Matic:

Debuting Fighters (): Ode Osbourne, Aleksa Camur Main Event Exemption:

Short Notice Fighters (): Main Event Exemption:

Second Fight (): Askar Askarov Main Event Exemption: Vs Debutantes:

Cage Corrosion (Fighters who have not fought within a year of the date of the fight) (): Conor McGregor, Brian Kelleher Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor

Undefeated Fighters (): Aleksa Camur, Maycee Barber Main Event Exemption:

Fighters with at least four fights in the UFC with 0 wins over competition still in the organization (): Alexey Oleinik, Justin Ledet Main Event Exemption:

Weight Class Jumpers (Fighters competing outside of the weight class of their last fight even if they’re returning BACK to their “normal weight class”) (): Donald Cerrone, Conor McGregor Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor, Donald Cerrone

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- So what necessarily is the end game here for Conor McGregor? As has been the case since he broke out onto the scene and KO'd Jose Aldo, much of Conor's "plans" feel less like plans and more like thoughts he forces into existence. The good stuff like being a double champ and finagling a big money Floyd fight and the bad stuff like the Khabib lead up or believing he could just beat Nate Diaz up 15 lbs because it seemed like fun all feel like the decisions of a guy who sort of just decides he's going to do something and then does it regardless of the long term impact. Conor had the chance to fight Justin Gaethje and instead pushed for Frankie Edgar fight, ultimately leading us to the here and now where he'll draw Donald Cerrone up a weight class after a year plus layoff. In the time between Conor's LAST fight and this one, he's been arrested, accused of sexual assault, accused of fathering a child out of his marriage and feel free to fill me in on anything I may have missed. What sort of made Conor McGregor a superstar was that he flirted with the concept of being a character completely in control of everything he did and 2019 at the very exposed him as somebody lacking any semblance of control within his life. Either way, it's hard to say what the future holds for McGregor with a win. We know a loss means it's over as four losses in his last five pro fights (I'm counting Floyd here for completionist sake) would probably kill whatever credibility he had and whatever legitimacy he garnered over the course of three years running through the UFC ranks. A win? It's hard to say with a guy who when he's right has the ability to dictate what he opts to do next. A win? Conor McGregor would fight Jorge Masvidal in a big money fight, a third Diaz fight, a GSP fight where both fighters can cash out or go and chase down Khabib. If one truly wishes to get stupid, I suppose fights with Pacquaio, Floyd or Paulie Malignaggi exist out there as well. The first step isn't so much winning this fight but winning this fight and getting back to what made this whole act work to begin with.

2- This is historically the sort of fight Cerrone doesn't show up for and gets forced out of his element but there's some things here I think that do tilt the scales slightly in his favor. For starters, I DO believe in ring rust and Conor hasn't fought in over a year and has fought just twice since the end of 2016. You can argue that wear and tear means Cerrone is shop worn but I feel as though he fights better the MORE he fights and the more active he is. For a fighter like Conor who lives or dies based upon how sharp his timing is, I think it's fair to wonder if the long layoff is going to shake him. We saw him struggle with his timing vs Khabib and while Khabib is on a whole different galaxy than Cerrone, I'd argue it's worse to be slightly off vs a dude like Cerrone who does have the starch in his strikes to do more than flash KD you. Also Cerrone is probably the first guy since Jose Aldo that Conor's had to be mindful of walking into smoke with the legs. Also Cerrone's been campaigning at 170 lbs on and off since 2016 and so you have to assume if this is about being comfortable at the weight class, he's got the nod over Conor.

3- Under normal circumstances, I'd say "I think Conor's defensive wrestling is somewhat understated and the idea that anybody can take him down and sub him is a fallacy" but I also have ZERO idea if he's actually done any serious grappling training or if he's just hoping Cerrone's going to play nice and strike with him for a bit.

4- Which fight is more undesirable for Amanda Nunes; a Holly Holm rematch where she can't realistically top what she did in the first fight or a Rocky Pennington rematch where she'll be tasked with trying to sell/expand upon one of her most boring fights ever?

5- I wonder who is more broken in theory between Holm and Pennington. Rocky looked to be on the verge of going from solid WMMA fighter to a damn good top 5-ish woman at 135 lbs after dominating Meisha Tate but she broke her leg, took a lot of time off, followed that up with a dud vs Amanda Nunes and then got stalled out by Germaine de Randamie. She rebounded with a win over Irene Aldana which almost felt more about Aldana being a putz and less about any sort of sign of a rebound for Rocky. It's worth remembering that the fight vs Holm was the one that got sort of signified that Rocky was better than people realized but it required her to pressure for fifteen minutes and that's sort of gone away for her recently. As for Holm? She's fought Rousey, Cyborg, Tate, Shevchenko and Nunes. She's pushing 40. She had an extensive boxing history that suggests she's taken plenty of damage. She just got KO'd for the first time in her UFC run the last time out and at this point it's fair to ask if Holm's durability is going to be shot. This fight is why Aspen Ladd figuring shit out is really important for this division.

6- Maurice Green and Alexey Olenik being on this main card is curious until you realize that this main card has two WMMA fights and a fight at lightweight on it. Sometimes beef gets called in to "bulk" up the main card.

7- Anthony Pettis sure picked a fine week to announce a UFC lawsuit, am I right?

8- Let's talk about how great these prelims are for a second. Sodiq Yusuff vs Andre Fili is a battle of exciting prospect and proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Nasrat Haqparast vs Drew Dober is a battle of exciting prospect vs proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Maycee Barber vs Roxanne Modafferi almost feels like the potential crowning of Maycee as a 125 lb contender by taking on a former title contender who STYLISTICALLY will at least give us a reason to double check her ability to do things such as defend takedowns and deal with pressure. Lastly I REALLY do love this fight between Chas Skelly and Grant Dawson as Dawson has slowly gone from somewhat awkward wrestling savant to a more well rounded pressure fighter while Chas Skelly is one of those ultimate gatekeeper types for young fighters. These are all great fights worthy of going out of your way to see on ESPN.

9- We're four years now into the Alexa Grasso project and I still don't know if she has the fight smarts to ever take the next step in her career. A good test vs a declining Claudia Gadelha who still has something to offer.

10- How much ya wanna bet Maurice Green allows Olenik to pull him down on top of him?

11- Justin Ledet's run at 205 lbs has been weird as his lack of athleticism for the weight class plus what feels like an odd lack of strength (How he was burly enough to fight at HW but gets chucked around at 205 lbs is a mystery to me) has made him go 0-2 in the division. After a lengthy lay off, he's back at 205 lbs against Aleksa Camur. Camus is a training partner of Stipe Miocic and he got in here off the Contenders Series where he had a crazy fight that exposed him to be a) wacky as all hell and b) a bit too raw for my liking in the UFC. This feels pretty winnable for Spirit of Truth lookalike Ledet.

12- Ode Osbourne vs Brian Kelleher is an early FOTY candidate to me.

#MMA #UFC #McGregor #Cerrone #Pettis #CDF #Holm #Pennington #Prospects

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Carried Away Chapter 37: Apologies and Plans

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When Lucy hadn’t returned by 3:00 that afternoon, Henry started to panic. He called Charlie, who was staying with friends in London for the week, to see if Heather had heard from her.

“Charlie, has Heather heard from Lucy at all?” Henry asked, trying to sound casual, but his panic seeped into his voice.

“Not that I’m aware of. Why, what’s wrong? Trouble in paradise?” Charlie teased.

“We had a fight last night, and she left me a note this morning, saying she was going out. She’s been gone all day, and I haven’t heard from her.” Henry said, pacing circles around the living room.

“Wow, what did you fight about?”

“She ran into Emily at the party last night.”

“Did Emily say something to her? That doesn’t seem like her.”

“No, Emily was her usual self apparently, I didn’t talk to her, but see, Lucy didn’t know about Emily.” Henry admitted.

“What‽” Charlie all but screamed into the phone, “You didn’t tell her about Emily? Sorry brother, but I’m on her side.”

“I’m on her side too. I should have told her, and now she’s off thinking and I have no idea where she is.” Henry’s voice rose with annoyance and concern with each word.

“Listen Hank, she’s hurt, but she loves you. She’ll be back. You’ll need to be prepared to grovel. But listen to what she’s asking for, even if she doesn't come out and say it.”

“How did you get to be so smart about women?”

“Heather’s holding up cue cards for me.” He laughed.

“Thanks Chuck.”

“Anytime Hank.”

Henry disconnected, set his phone on the coffee table, and continued pacing in his living room. A half hour later, her heard a key in his front door, and there she was. Standing in the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever, holding a bright pink bakery box.

“Lucy.” It was all he could do to get her name out, as his emotions choked him. He had almost started thinking that maybe she wasn't going to be back, yet here she was.

She walked toward him, setting the box on the coffee table next to his phone. He remained immobile as she approached him. She slowly wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, bringing his mouth down to hers, in a kiss that felt like coming home.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, resting her head on his chest, he returned the embrace and released a sigh of relief, no matter what came next, she was here; she was in his arms. Without releasing her, he moved them both to the sofa and sat.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long, but I brought back a cake.” She indicated the pink box. He glanced at the it, noting the name and the address on the label.

“You went to Amsterdam?” He asked incredulously.

“I wanted to talk to Sarah. The phone just wasn’t cutting it. She helped me process everything. I’m sorry I left.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. I should have told you.”

“I should have just talked to you. Sarah helped me realize that I shouldn't be upset with you for things 20 year old you did. And I’m not upset that you were engaged. Emily seemed nice enough, it’s just the way I found out. Mean girls will always be mean girls, and for some reason I let them get to me.” She ran her hand over her face in frustration. “I think it just hit a nerve. I feel like I barely know you. We’re never together long enough to even have a fight, with the exception of yesterday. 6 months in, and we’re not to the point of being really real with each other. It feels like we’re one step up from fuck buddies. Couple that with, I never feel like I’m good enough for you, and well it was just the perfect storm.”

“What’s this talk about not being good enough. You are an amazing woman, who I love. No you’re not an actress or a model, which I love about you. You’re more concerned about the state of the world, and the future of your students than you are in the number of calories in your dinner. Most of the time I wonder what you’re doing with me. You deserve someone who can share your life, not just drop into it from time to time.”

“Henry, I love you, and I will take any time with you that I can get.” She replied, raising her face to his. His lips met hers in a kiss that was sweet yet yearning. He leaned back so she was laying on top of him. She pulled away from his kiss. “There’s no other big news that you’ve just forgotten to tell me about, is there? Kids? Any other fiancés, I should know about?”

“Other than my wife and 3 children in Scotland, there are no others.” he replied cheekily.

“I’ve known about them for ages.” She smiled back, kissing him again. Once she had kissed her fill. She laid her head on his chest, reveling in the feel of him, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his big strong arms wrapped around her.

“I still can’t believe you flew to Amsterdam.” Henry marveled.

“Neither can I. But I was so grateful to have Sarah so close. Plus it was nice to see her again so soon.” Lucy said sitting up. “But Henry, we need to talk.”

“Uh, oh. No good has ever come from those words.”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean it’s not something that needs to happen. I feel like we barely know each other. Half the time I’m certain that I love you and want to be with you forever, but the other half of the time, I wonder if this is just a holiday romance that we’re trying to force into something it's not.”

“I’ll admit, I’ve been thinking about that too. Which is why I wanted to ask you if you would be agreeable to me using my christmas present.”

“Your christmas present?”

“Yes, the one you gave me.” He smiled.

“You want to use my house key.” Her mind refusing to make sense of his words.

“Yes. I was thinking, daily. Or even several times in a day.”

“You want to come live with me?” She asked, her brain finally catching up to the situation.

“Yes. I don’t have any other projects scheduled until April when I have to do press for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. So I’d like to spend it with you. A lot of ordinary days, where we can learn all sorts of things about each other. I’ll probably have to fly out to meetings here or there, but that will be much easier if I’m based in the U.S.”

“Henry, I,” Lucy stammered. This was the result she had hoped for, without realizing it, but now that she was actually hearing him say the words, she couldn’t believe her ears. “Yes! I would love to have you with me in Minnesota.” She replied, throwing her arms around his neck, knocking him back into the couch, claiming his lips with hers. “But what about Kal? My house is barely big enough for 2 people, let alone 2 people and that that bear you call a dog.” Kal, who had been sitting at the end of the couch lifted his head when his name was mentioned.

Henry couldn’t hold in his laugh at her sudden change of topic. “I’ll see if one of my brothers, or my parents can watch him.” Henry said after a moment.

“He’s not going to like that.” Lucy warned, looking over at the dog.

“I’ll Skype with him at least once a week. He’ll be fine, and with the kids to play with, he’ll be in heaven.” Henry assured her.

“So we’re really going to do this? We’re going to live together for more than a few days.” Lucy said, her nerves starting to build.

“Yes we are.” Henry smiled, then pulled her close. “I was so worried. You were gone all day, and I didn’t know where you were.”

“I’m sorry I worried you. I really didn’t mean to, I just needed to get my head right.”

“And is it? Is it right now?” He asked looking into her eyes.

“Yes, though I’m disappointed you never got a chance to see what I was wearing under my dress last night.” Lucy smirked.

Henry felt the temperature in the room rise 10 degrees. “Why don’t we go upstairs, and you can show me?”

“How about we take that shower of yours for a spin instead?” Lucy suggested, standing, tugging on his hand to follow her.

Lucy and Henry made it to the bathroom in record time, just inside the door, Henry spun Lucy around to face him, and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. When they parted Lucy had a dazed look on her face, and she swayed a moment before her senses returned.

While Lucy’s head spun, Henry turned the water on in the big glass enclosed shower, before returning to press his lips to Lucy’s. As their tongues dueled, Henry’s hands dropped to the hem of Lucy’s shirt. They parted only long enough to slip the shirt over her head. His hands tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth right where he wanted it. Lucy’s hands smoothed over the planes of Henry’s chest, taking her time to map each ripple of his abs, before gripping the bottom of his soft shirt, pushing it up, until he took it over his own head.

When finally they were both naked, Henry walked Lucy backward, his mouth still staking claim to hers, into the shower. She groaned at the first contact of the hot, pounding water against her skin. She dipped her head back, letting the water saturate her hair and sluice down her back. Henry turned her, and rested his hands on her shoulders, his strong hands massaging the tense muscles of her neck. Lucy groaned when his thumbs found the knot that always formed when she was stressed.

His hands migrated from her neck to her breasts, each hand cupping their weight, as his thumbs stroking over her sensitive nipples, bringing them to hard peaks, while his mouth feasted at her neck. Lucy’s hand rose to bury itself in the curls at the nape of his neck.

The small glass walled cube trapped the steam, wrapping the two in a world where only they existed. When Henry’s hand dropped even lower to play over her folds, Lucy's gasps were lost in the sound of the water pounding around them. When her cry of ecstasy echoed off the tile walls, Lucy’s hand flew out to brace herself against, her hand slipping in the condensation there, but Henry’s arm wrapped around her kept her upright.

When Lucy’s legs would hold her again, Henry turned the water off, and grabbed two towels, they spent long minutes stroking the fluffy cotton over every inch of each other’s bodies.

Lucy led Henry back into the bedroom, and pushed him down onto the bed, dropping her towel, she spread her legs to straddle his lap, sliding his length all the way inside, joining them completely. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fusing the two together from pelvis to shoulders, each craving the closeness, before undulating her hips slowly, rocking her hips against his.

Henry let her lead. Her torturously slow pace, teasing him, but there was no rushing them this time. This was about connection, coming together, being close to each other. When at last they did climax, they did so together staring deeply into the other’s eyes.

“I love you Henry.” Lucy whispered, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her lips pressed to his ear.

“I love you more, Lucy.” Henry responded.

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#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fanfic #Henry Cavill fan fic #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Carried Away

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On Point With: Robyn Banks

A drag performer, recording artist and truly independent spirit, New York-born Robyn Banks is a queen who plays by her own rules. A lover of performing, she’s someone we’re going to be seeing--and hearing--for some time to come!

Thotyssey: Robyn, hello! Thanks for talking to us! So, DragCon has come and gone... did you partake?

Robyn Banks: Yasss! I went for Day Two as well as Day Three. Day Two was AMAZING! I also was there with Drag Queen Story Hour, so that made it even more special.

You’re a Story Hour queen?

Yes. I just actually had my one year anniversary with them.

Congratulations! They've done great work with exposing kids to both gender fluidity and literacy. Isn't it great to do important things as a queen besides just entertaining folks in bars all the time?

I really enjoy it. It’s one of those things where you really get to see how smart children are. Every time I do a reading, I am just either amazed or super emotional. I actually enjoy when I have a reading, and then a bar gig in the same day.

We have some bar gigs to talk about! But first, let's get the background on you! Where are you from, and what were you like as a kid?

I was born and raised in Harlem, New York. As a child, I was always very outgoing. I wanted to be on TV so bad, so I would do and say things from shows such a Buffy, Saved by the Bell, Charmed, etc.

I had a really good childhood. I hated being active, though... the thought of hurting myself was the scariest thing ever. So I never rough-played with the boys--always played Double Dutch or hopscotch with the girls.

My teenage years, I went to Harvey Milk High School, which at the time was an all-gay high school (now it’s an alternative school). I discovered drag there, and was always in the halls filming things with my flip cam. I graduated school president. Then I went to college for early childhood education. So, working with children is something I’ve always wanted to do!

Were you always musical?

Yes. So my mom plays a ton of instruments, and my dad is still a DJ. My mom taught me the beauty of hearing music, and taking a song apart and just hearing everything about a song individually. I was obsessed with Mad TV, and I loved when they did music video parodies. And I wanted to do just that. I was always funny. And I was always able to make up a random song on the spot!

How exactly did drag come into your life?

When I was in high school, I was asked by a dance teacher to fill in for a Tina Turner number... and I was handed a wig and a black dress! After the show, I was told how I had really nice legs (something i had been told my whole life). I was then told that I should do drag, but I had no idea what it really was yet.

The school was having its first “Miss Stars Pageant,” and my friends all said I should do it. I figured, hey, I love to dance and act a fool, but over all just entertain, so why not? I did a number. My friends backup danced for me. We had to incorporate a safer sex message into it, so I made a evening gown out of condoms and I won!

I saw you also recently wore a gown adorned with MetroCards... do you often use found or used objects to make your looks?

Actually, no. I just try to go big for big events. The MetroCard gown was something I wanted for the first DragCon, but I knew the cards wouldn’t fly well since DragCon was in LA. I saved all those MetroCards for three years. I try to think outside the box and use interesting things to make a big statements. I have no idea what I’m doing next year!

I’m sure it’ll be extraordinary! So, there are a few other Robyn Bankses out there... have you had to duke it out with any of them yet?

No, they don’t want it! Just kidding. No, I’ve never met one. But I was recently at a bar and met a queen, and she’s like “Damn, you came all the way out here from Colorado?” And I’m like, “No, I live in Harlem.” I then looked up that Robyn Banks, and it was an older white woman! And I was asked by a person if I used to be a stripper. Googled her, and it was a big booty African American woman named Robyn Banks that was a stripper! God I wish I had her body!

It only takes a few pillows! Were you / are you a regular of the weekly competitions like Star Search, Drag Wars and Look Queen?

I was introduced by Vitani to Drag Wars about two years ago, and that year I was there faithfully. And then I was there about two weeks ago, and it has changed a lot. And I love that there’s just so many new faces! I’ve never done Star Search, and I did Look Queen back in June and won. So that was fun.

I love those compilations, but I don’t know... I realize I just enjoy performing, acting a fool, just being me. There’s so much pressure when it comes competitions. But there are a few thoughts in my head about possibly doing a few next year!

So you are actually part of NYC drag history... you were the last queen hired to host a weekly show at Boots & Saddle Drag Lounge!

OMG, yes! I was.

You had a weekend happy hour show for the last few months of that bar’s existence. What was that whole experience like for you?

It was amazing. Honestly, it was also a lot of work. I give it to the girls who have more then one weekly show. That was my very first one. The first month, I was so confident... like,”I got this, I can do it.” But to entertain for two hours... it was a lot. I was used to just doing a 3-5 minute song. I learned a lot from doing that, and I’m forever grateful to Robert for giving me that chance, and to DJ T-Boy for really guiding me through the first month.

You’ve said that doing that show helped you fund the making of your album Jawbreaker. When did you start writing those songs?

I started writing for the album mid-2016. I went to film a show which was then canceled, and then I went through a breakup after being in my first adult relationship. So then I took a break, and in 2017 started writing. But it was super depressing, and my producer was like, “Nah you can have one song on there like that, but you gotta use that fuel to write bangers.” So we scrapped all 7 songs and started over. Doing the show and starting to be In the drag world helped me see what people were dancing to and enjoying. Originally, I wanted to call Jawbreaker “La Discotek,” but there wasn’t enough dancie songs on it.

What was this canceled show you were involved in?

It was a reality show for MTV called Last Square Standing we made back in March of 2016. And then when we got back a week later they canceled it, only to revise it. It had one season, and then it was canceled officially. That was, like, the third show I had that was canceled!

Wait, third!?

Yeah, I did a MTV show in high school called Dissed. They showed the first three episodes, and then it was canceled! But they sent it to me on DVD.

Wow, MTV sucks!

Yeah, lol! I really want Big Brother. I auditioned for it three times--once in drag, before Courtney did for Big Brother UK. So, we’ll see!

Do you have a favorite track from Jawbreaker?

Oh, God! Well, I honestly love “Karma,” cuz it was something I wrote about my ex. I had told my producer the story [behind the song]. and he said it needed to be a trap song. I had never done trap music, so “Karma” is also the song that I struggled with the most out of my whole discography. But I love it even more that Lola Michele-Kiki is on the remix!

That’s going to be available soon... the remix track with Lola and its video.

Yes, we shot the video along with a ton of other NYC drags back in August and September. I’m just waiting for iTunes and a few other [downloading platforms] to approve the single (or maxi-single) to finally give it a release day! Meanwhile, I’m hoping for a GLAM this year for my single “Back It Up,” and then go for another with the "Karma” video!

What was the most surprising thing for you about the recording process?

How good I sound. Let tell you something: producers are the way of the world. When I recorded this album, I didn’t want it to seem like I was another drag doing music. I did music as a boy under “Manny Montag,” so I was excited when I record my first album Robyn cuz I got to do music, parodies and drag. If I played you the demo I got for “Karma,”you would be like, whoah! That why I’m also a fan of a capella, cuz it’s just amazing what a producer can do with your vocals. Just ask Lola, lol!

Werk! Any ideas for future recordings?

I originally wanted to extend Jawbreaker into a deluxe, but I’m just now really getting into dance music. Plus, I enjoyed working with all the NYC girls during the video shoot, that it’s given me an idea. I stared working on new stuff. I felt like Jawbreaker was an intro into who Robyn Banks is. But the next album... she did not come to play! I will tell you that the name of the next project is Drag Mafia.

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So, onto a serious topic for a moment... we’re in the middle of a shitstorm right now with The Manhattan Monster Bar dealing with outraged pushback from the nightlife community after some racist policies of management have been exposed (specifically, the general manager made a comment in a text about how the black dancers featured in an event poster should be replaced with “beautiful” ones in order to minimize black patrons). What are your thoughts about all of this? How should the Monster make this right, if that is even possible at this point?

Well, I pride myself in belong a black drag queen. And I am always excited to see my black sisters of color doing the damn thing. So first, shout out to Honey for exposing them. But also, shout out to Zarria for getting that spot at the new Boxers. I feel like this: there aren’t enough black drags out here that are really booming, and really making that stand.

Don’t get me wrong... I’m in love with all different types of people--age, skin color, types of drag. However, there needs to be more of us having a shit ton of shows per week. I’ve been begging a certain bar owner for two years for my own one night, and all I get is “we’re booked...” But there’s a ton of new girls who ask, and BOOM they get it. And I have yet to see a black girl have there with her own show at this venue. It just sucks, cuz at the end of the day we all just wanna entertain people, but also have our craft be taken seriously.

So for the issue at the Monster, I feel that the black community wasn’t taken seriously. Now, the owner said sorry and the general manager has been removed. But where’s the apology to Honey? To the black dancers? To the BLACK community? I’m sure The Monster isn’t going anywhere. But my mom used to go, and she said at one point about 70 percent of it was filled with ethnic people. Like, even RuPaul pops in there randomly!

Yes! They definitely don’t seem to understand who their patrons actually are. Disgraceful! We can only wait and see if they will be able to recover from this.

In the meantime... you have some gigs coming up at Stonewall, starting with... Sucia’s birthday show this coming Sunday!

Yes, I’m super excited about it! She is a good Judy. We often get ready together, and kiki... it’s fun. She helped with the "Karma” video. She shot and directed my music video for “Back It Up,” and she has a movie, Neon Boys, coming out next month.

Then I’m [back at Stonewall on Saturday, October 13th] with Ari Kiki for Riot...

[... and back to Stonewall on Sunday] with Catrina Lovelace for her first Invasion...

I also have a few Drag Queen Story Hour readings this month, as well as our second annual fundraiser event. So, October is busy! And here I thought I’d be able to grow my beard out! Also,the "Karma” song will drop this month, the remix will follow it next month, and the dance remix video will drop on New Years!

Congratulations and have fun with it all! What are you gonna be for Halloween?

Aye, I don’t know yet. I feel like with drag, it’s always Halloween. But I just got my own apartment last month, so I think I’ll take this year to just stay home with my dog, watch some movies, and just have some Me Time. I know I do have a DQSH reading that morning, so maybe I’ll be a cute bumblebee or something kid friendly.

When I was a kid, we weren’t allowed to celebrate Halloween. I didn’t really celebrate 'til 2016 after my breakup, when my friends dragged (haha, drag) me out to have fun. I don’t know, maybe my mind will change.

Werk! Anything else?

My favorite Halloween song is "The Monster Mash,” and my favorite Christmas song is "Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” so I’m trying to get the rights to re-record those, lol!

A busy musical bumblebee indeed! Thank you, Ms. Banks!

Check Thotyssey’s calendar for Robyn Banks’ upcoming appearances, and follow her on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and YouTube. Also, purchase her music on iTunes. On Point Archives

#onpointwith #robynbanks #Robyn Banks

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July 21st Morning Tweets...

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So in the third mentioning of some of the epic Indian Mohanlal movies is the movie:“Yodha”- not Star Wars yodha or is that Yoda?!- I feel YodHa is a movie ahead of its time, and am surprised that for that time period, the creators had the imagination and budget. It’s a movie about a man who travels to Nepal and rescues one of those Enlightened bald Buddha like kids from something evil, as he is destined to be a protector. The boy is referred to as “Rimpochay” but is nicknamed “Unni Kutta” based on how his bald head reminds the main character of an egg. One of the advice passed onto Rimpochay, while they’re on the run, is, always be and look ur best. Mohanlal’s words, I believe, are to “look smart”. I think all Indians at one time or another, before America were about ironing their clothes, shaving, looking their best. I think the Brits still have this idea. To be at the risk of being conceited, when my balding fat self goes places, it’d be nice if the superficial orchestrators stopped using my cultural practices for entertainment. Whatever I am, however I am, I’m just a regular guy, minding his own business.

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After a decade of nonsense and degrading cr*p, using some things I wanted to pass on, after literally having my senses restored from removing myself from some things, the secondary orchestrators (different from the primary) may try to sum up the entirety of their phenomena as something spiritual and magical from whats passed on a decade later. In the Bible, it’s projected that we shouldn’t judge others. Why? Because what you see in an instant of time is the amalgamation of several preceding past incidents, emotions, memories, thought process, personal interactions, and so much more…without any of that, who the h*ll are any of us to judge another…But that doesn’t apply to the phenomena…you actually “know” it’s happening vs me, that too from the beginning, middle, and end. Don’t insult words and actions that stand out in the world or our minds, by comparing a disgusting scenario as something that also stands out, based on some interesting incidents in passing. To the orchestrators, how low will you go with evading personal space for entertainment? Will you even intrude in a prayer to Almighty God for your ends? I mean what do you say to that?

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So I admire the gentleness in most women and the femininity to their voices...but I've also come to admire strength. A decade, a decade and a half ago, with the my same appreciation for nice things, beauty, and in that spirit: beautiful women, I think, when it came to looking towards serious things like a future, I would've settled on any pretty face. After a decade and a half in h*ll, where I face off against America, their sadistic government, law enforcement, military (who like to watch you bleed before taking ur life in whatever advanced means at their disposal), the America who mislead the entire world, being against me, I have one additional criteria to nice smiles in my life partner...

I need a strong woman like in the first clip...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tH1FzD1YY8

-I need a woman who I can face off armies with, figurative and maybe even literal (as who knows what America will do with mind reading/mind control, and then combining it with my perspectives on religion to result in crowds being sedated rather than acting on/living the perspective).

-Note the second clip. I mean white, black, brown, East Asian translucent to yellowish tan, whatever...ultimately, I need a woman who's insightful and will able to exercise her anger and powers of communication. I need a woman of strength.

-From 300, Check out Leonidas's wife amidst the Spartan council/her speech, and how she doesn't cry when humiliated by the man towards the end, but acts accordingly to a traitor of her nation for that time...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15pCcwtCS

I need a woman whose gentle and fierce/a fighter. Gentle as a breeze but fierce as a storm. Also someone who will give me peace of mind.

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So knowing the orchestrators will provoke me more if I say it, I’m gonna say I’m gonna stop with talk related to the following cr*p anyway (I.e. trying to get me to think things):

So, call me crazy, “but I detect a pattern of movement” that comes along as “what is this really about?/or is that what it is?/ as a matter of fact this/that…” in speech/conversation.

There are “other patterns of human behavior,” but this is what caught my interest.

You wanna know the truth? For the last decade and a half, I have been talking about the very thing steering you, getting you to talk, as it evolved through the years in the things it involves or it’s various complexities. I mean, list it out in terms of what all this increasingly involves…what does it for the primary (v.s. the Secondary)orchestrators when they’re horny, is to get me to go on for years about a girl… I think they try to make all of this about a girl, a stray group of kids…and hey, maybe the party school may not have been as bad as pictured-when they could’ve been managing something with the cards dealt to them (rather carelessly), from someone more authoritative… Now, for the sake of argument, I moved to another country and lived there for a year, when the orchestrators, randomly, abruptly, had family members, remove me from that country for bizarre reasons at the time. I’m back in America and the rest is history. I was being in another country like India, while being named first in programming training camps, 5 times in a row, when I, a computer science graduate from a state school, was studying/competing, among electrical, chemical or whatever engineers…what is the relevance of a girl or stray kids for that context/time period? A decade and a half later, what is its relevance? If any of you really share the sentiment of “hey bro, what is this really about?” This is about ur American government trying to complete a secret project with everyone’s help, hiding in plain sight, while what comes off as a party school in behavior in sounds, distracts everyone with sweet/wonderful things, to sedate your true reactions to an abomination, while numbing me with ECT procedures for talking about the reality that is actually transpiring, or to get you the audience to take it lightly when ur police make me walk without shoes without talking to me, or years later, gather round me again through 4 suvs… Not even Hitler and the Nazis were this cunning when they experimented on the Jews for eye color and things…and how long was World War II?according to Google, it was 6 years long, from September 1, 1939 – September 2, 1945 . 6 years for the Jews and more for me, because they don’t look as Middle Eastern as me, maybe? how long was the individual experiments on the Jews in Nazi Germany? Did it involve the world, or even that part of Europe, in its entirety? Ive learned through this decade plus of war/experimentation on an individual-that too shamefully to me i.e. one of your American citizens-“you can never trust an American. “ They’re all instruction based acts as a people. Your actions speak louder than words. Americans will stab you in the back, in their relentless actions, be it getting family members to betray you, doctors to shock ur brain, or having the police come at you in 4 vehicles.

-At this time, I’m asking the American pagan gods to leave me be…out of my mind, out of my life. Know I spit on your flags in front of my house daily and if I could uproot it from the front of my house, I’d wipe my a*s with it, for a decade of senseless torture.--…a devil worse than Hitler shouldn’t even get that much nourishment through my spit on its symbol of hatred and lack of freedom…man it’s the craziest thing…right after writing this, it felt like my mom nodded in approval. So happy she magically knew and agree. -Punish my family and me more oh esteemed (but not really esteemed) nation of nations, oh America…I’d bow before you but ummm I have sour knees…

I mean there’s that, and of course free will - I only bow before The God, capital "G".

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In an old 300 page elaboration of a complaint, upon realizing there’s a reaction to my writing from the cars below the hill my studio apartment house that it rested on, I said “darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to lasting light.” In broad daylight, a great evil is happening. Because of modern times, American corniness to things, seeing me in the ways I’m seen, you don’t take those words with the same seriousness. Darkness thrives in the void means in broad daylight, something, by very nature against the legal system l and free will, is happening. Be warned. I even said “time immemorial with the that sentence mentioned. The flaws of human behavior date at least as far back as 2000 years, in the days of Christ. Human nature, in its flaws, continues…

My perception towards all this is through a Psalm, a priest from my old Church directed my way: Psalm 3…

It goes:

Lord, how many are my foes!

How many rise up against me!

(Literally the world is one team of conviction and practice towards me, at least through instruction following in place of what’s in the heart. In this regard, a foe, an enemy, are those who don’t heed my words and talk to me, but instead obey the instructions from the false American gods about how I allegedly want my reality, my world, to be.

Many are saying of me,

“God will not deliver him.(B)”[b]

(The primary orchestrators wants me to ponder,through a spiteful tone, in the spirit of the pagans of old: “where is your God?”)

But you, Lord, are a shield(C) around me,

my glory, the One who lifts my head high.(D)

(If I “appear ‘in forms’ of my head high”, (and don’t want ur pity in this”) know that I ur neighbor( in the spirit of the Golden Rule) am the product of a decade plus abuse. Inside is fire.

I call out to the Lord,(E)

and he answers me from his holy mountain.(F)

(The Lord directs me with seemingly ridiculous answers in places and purchases and words and actions, so that I may endure)

I lie down and sleep;(G)

I wake again,(H) because the Lord sustains me.

(Self explanatory)

-6

I will not fear(I) though tens of thousands

assail me on every side.(J)

(I.e. the world, that America’s deception and trickery, misled against me. I will not bow to the law enforcement or military or the false American gods

-or their undeserved technology - probably given to them in the same way the Greek god, Ares, screws humankind by giving them weapons ahead of their time, in the movie, Wonder Woman, so that theyll destroy each other...)

Arise,(K) Lord!

Deliver me,(L) my God!

Strike(M) all my enemies on the jaw;

break the teeth(N) of the wicked.

(After a decade plus of invisible torture, while publicly portrayed in a different, probably pleasant, light, be sure justice and vengeance are a deep desire of mine.

With some people, they truly are destined for h*ll itself. A decade plus of showing the other cheek, using words-this verse from Psalm 3 shows, from the Old Testament, that even vengeance in place of forgiveness, will be with God’s backing, in extraordinary circumstances.

In Matthew 13:41-42, our preacher of love and forgiveness, but who also speaks of bringing the sword, says:

41 The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. 42 They will throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Not even Christ will act on the weeping and gnashing of teeth of those thrown into the fire to be burned, after great evils…as I said before, if we are the Body Of Christ, those responsible for my situation are like tumors/cancers that will be removed from the Body of Christ.

Christians, at least, from whom I’ve run into, are thinking religion is a wishy washy thing where your minds get into some drunken high.

Christianity “is” “about” peace, but also about being vigilant, alert, focused, through pursuits of the mental Kingdom of God.)

From the Lord comes deliverance.(O)

May your blessing(P) be on your people.

(The evil Americans, after a decade of realization on my part and indigestible evil from theirs, (from my Indian dialect vs the overall language: “gray-hic-an pat-Atha maha vir-thee-aid-a/do-shum…”), the Americans will not stop, despite actual cries for help from me for 10+ years - and that’s when their delusion based thinking, thinks that God will pity their cries in the eternal fire.

It is said by Christ,

In Matthew 25:40,

It is said,

And the King shall answer and say unto them, ‘Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’

In these hard times, all I needed was a witness to tell me my conclusions on what’s transpiring are true or confirming that something is in fact, transpiring. I could’ve used that to end a decade plus of suffering and abuse. But you chose and followed the false gods, in the primary orchestrators

It is said:

In Matthew 25:35-40,

35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,(A) 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me,(B) I was sick and you looked after me,(C) I was in prison and you came to visit me.’(D)

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

You inflicted this 10 year nonsense on God Himself, through the third person of the Christian Trinity: the Holy Spirit, which resides in every human and walks with them from Baptism. For the Hindus and others, I think this relates to the belief of “Atman”…

I pray that at the designated time for the end of my problem, before this world and the orchestrators and their timeline, that God will bless me with divine deliverance, with or without His true people.

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Always bear in mind that World War II lasted 6 years, where 6 million Jews were murdered & some experimented on with things like eye color...that was by European Hitler...- -today theAmerican false gods, inMoreThan aDecade of mindExperiments,usingHumanity as itsRightHand, torment anIndian, or MiddleEastern lookingMan... Even World War II-a 6 yearSituation where @ least those Jews had privilege of humanCompany - does it compare 2 what theAmericans do, where they leave me with no one to even talk to for a decade plus, and have humanity on one side in belief/practice vs me?

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Wanna One Fuckbois

A/N: the @smols-n-tols groupchat is honestly such a great place for dumping ideas and crying over them bc it’s too painful to think about the perfection that is wanna one also some of these lowkey have plot bc those are the more well-thought out ones

warning: mentions of the twiddly twonk, the horizontal tango, the sexy times

Jisung:

liSTEN

he tries really hard to be a fuckboi™

like he wears the right clothing, licks his lips at appropriate time, even has a hoard of girls that follow him around school

but he really can’t do it

he’s just too soft to reject anyone?

and you teased the hell out of him during his “fuckboi phase”

he’d rather deal with taxes and stability than see someone cry bc of him

“i can’t keep up with these kids” he says as he sips his tea, watching the rest of wanna one fuck around like the fuckbois they are

you, who’s sitting across from him, nod along, stealing a sip of his tea after he sets it down

Sungwoon

he’s the jock™

he’s the goalkeeper and he’s the type to wear his letterman jacket like 24/7

he does it mainly out of pride for being on the varsity soccer team, but it’s also due to the fact girls legit swoon over him in his jacket

the type to go after cheerleaders, it’s something about short skirts and pom-poms lmao

tbh probably got with everyone on the cheer squad + the young coach

anyways, you’re the student body president and you dress like a president

slacks, dress shirt/blouse, etc.

except one day you wore a pencil skirt to school, and now you can’t get sungwoon to leave you alone

Minhyun

ice prince™

he’s really closed off, and girls find that really attractive

anyways, he pretends to open up to them, tricking them into thinking he likes them so much he’d open up to them

and he doesn’t sleep with them or anything, just lots of building of false hope

it’ll last a week before he moves onto a new target, but no one tells each other because the stuff he tells the girls are super sensitive and they don’t want to expose him in anyway

joke’s on them, all of his “emotional turmoil and trauma” comes from Jonghyun’s mangas

anyways, his next target is you and right as he approaches you, you legit just “bye, felicia” and walk away

he’s intrigued by you now as he watches your retreating back

Seongwoo

so he’s like the perfect example of fuckboi™

flaunts his hickeys and scratch marks on his back

and his bff is you, the school’s resident hoe™

you two compare hickey marks, rank your partners against each other, just typical fuckboi x hoe conversations

anyways, one night over a couple beers you complain about your last partner and how terrible they were

and seongwoo just smirks at you and says “ofc, it’s cuz they’re nothing like me”

“you’re full of shit, ong”

“really? try me?”

and tbh y’all are drunk, shit happens

which involve you naked in his bed the next morning oOPS

Jaehwan

music fuckboi™

frontman of the school’s resident rock band

the band’s actually pretty famous and they have the groupies to prove it

jaehwan having the most groupies out of the members since his voice will legit send you to hong kong

anyways, you’re not a groupie, more like a ticket person for one of the venues they play at

and jaehwan tries to flirt with you, “i’m actually the lead singer”

“oh really? i like bassists the best” you don’t even look up from the cashbox

yeah, he’s pretty much accepted the challenge to show you that even though bassists do it deeper, singers do it louder

Daniel

he’s just the brooding ripped fuckboi™

the type to be helping sungwoon with soccer practice before spontaneously taking off his shirt

probably has a tattoo or two

girls scream, boys faint, everyone in between die

you: “huh, it’s like -12 degrees. why is his shirt off?”

he messes around bc he’s honestly just bored with life

like he doesn’t really want to do anything so might as well fuck people

you actually sleep with him one time, but you wake up before he does and leaves

and when he wakes up he’s so confused bc ????

he leaves people??? it doesn’t work the other way around??

so he keeps on sleeping with you until he can wake up before you

spoiler: he never does

Jihoon

soft fuckboi™

these are honestly the woRST

bc you think they’re nice and sweet but no, he’s just leading them on

he follows a point system: cheerleader = 15 pts, nerd = 2 pts, etc.

he accumulates like 200+ pts per month

and no one hates him bc he’s still nice to them afterwards???

the only person who hates him is you

you found his points journal in the hallway once and never looked at him the same

but you’ve never told anyone since no one would believe sweet jihoon with the tragic past would do something like that

so you’ve kept quiet

however, unknowingly to you, you’re worth 200 pts in his book, so you have no clue why he’s suddenly walking you to class and helping you with homework, and jihoon’s deadset on winning his 200 pts

Woojin

not neccessarily a fuckboi™, more like a prankster

he’s the type to make fun of people over everything

also pulls a bunch of pranks

and tbh some people find that attractive

“i love guys with a sense of humor”

you: “sweetie, he legit vandalized your locker,,,,”

them: “i love guys with a sense of humor”

anyways, woojin has a habit of teasing you a l o t

like, you got a haircut, well there’s something obviously wrong with it

new shirt? hideous

tried out for the talent show? absolutely terrible

however, he only does this bc there’s something in his head telling him that there’s something about you,,,,and he doesn’t know how to express it unless it’s through mercilessly teasing you

you tbh don’t put up with any of his bullshit, he gets a bruise everytime

Jinyoung

the quiet fuckboi™

not really like minhyun in the sense he doesn’t really talk to the people that chase after him

he kinda just let them do stuff for him

math homework? siyeon from third block’s doing it for him

history paper? somi from fourth block’s got it

you never understood the hype until you find him making out with the girls behind the gym on different occasions

so when the two of you get partnered for a science project, you make it adamantly clear the two of you are never approaching the gym

jinyoung just smirks in his seat and observes you, planning his next move

Daehwi

tryhard fuckboi™

the type to kiss up to the teacher every time they ask a question

and everyone in your class swoons over him bc wOW he’s so smart

you just roll your eyes from your second class rank position

anyways, daewhi has a habit of flirting with people who he finds useful for him

the music project? flirted with mina until she agreed to work with him on it

he dropped her after he got the A+

i guess kinda like jinyoung except he gets people to help him with stuff while jinyoung just happens to have people that want to help him

so while in math class one day the teacher announced that there was going to be a project due in a month

and for that week daehwi wouldn’t leave you alone

Guanlin

foreign exchange fuckboi™

“hey, i’m from taiwan”

them: “forEIGNER? HOLA?”

you: “,,,,,,,,,,,”

anyways, he’s the type to play innocent

“what is a, what do you call it in your language? a hickey?”

you know the noonas/hyungs are about to teach this boy exactly what a hickey is

and tbh it works bc if anyone tries to call him out he pulls the foreigner card

“i don’t know how this works in your country!”

and you actually are fluent in deciphering bullshit so you see through everything

plus you’re his host, so you talk to him normally all the time

however, it does get kind of weird when he has weird lapses of memory at home and has to ask you, once again, what french kissing was

i am trash,,,,,,,,,,,,,tbh a lot of these ideas came from some of the smols n tols admins especially admin dandan the catman, daehwi, jinyoung, and woojin. ily <3

#wanna one #produce 101 #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #pd101 #kang daniel #ong seongwoo #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #kim jaehwan #yoon jisung #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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moonbelt · 6 years

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»dog fever

↳ werewolf au | somewhat enemies-to-lovers au

⇢ pairing: park jinyoung | reader

⇢ genre: fluff + soft angst

⇢ word count: 9.860

author’s note: based on this prompt! hope you enjoy reading this!!

There are lots of things you don't know for sure in this world, you'd be one of the few to admit, and one of those things was whether the boy that's been your neighbor since third grade is a Werewolf. Not that you believe in werewolves — because you don't — but sometimes when you're particularly bored or disinterested in the things happening around you, your imagination tends to run wilder than you can handle.

Like now, you're supposed to be paying attention to the History professor as she goes on and on and on about wars that always happen by men with a superiority complex in countries that were not their own. Instead, you're back to thinking if maybe your neighbor is not one with the human species. Not that you have any evidence that he is, in fact, a lycanthrope. Well, there was one instance years back in fourth grade — a year after he'd first moved in, now that you think about it; that had been the beginning of your new-found curiosity in him.

It was back when Recess was the biggest form of entertainment and gossip ran rampant. And while everyone was busy screaming as they did whatever, you were on one of the few monkey bars trying to prove to your closest friend — Jaebum — that you could hang upside down for twenty minutes straight without getting dizzy. You'll admit, you didn't really pay your neighbor any attention, not like he demanded any anyways. He always sat by himself, never tried to strike a conversation and was highly unsociable.

And that day was like every other; neighbor boy sat on the curb of the designated playground and watched everyone else play their games in solitude. Occasionally, his eyes would focus on any and every nearby balls, and for a time you truly believed that maybe he wanted to join in on the soccer match taking place. But he never spoke up about it and no one ever offered. However, that day unlike every other; Jackson — the reigning king of the playground — bestowed upon this boy a game of frisbee. And unlike every other day; he agreed.

He agreed to play frisbee with the other kids and you watched him upside down from the monkey bars as he did so. Your mother had told you to look out for him since he was your new neighbor and apparently, that meant that you were destined to be the best of friends.

You knew better. And besides you didn't want to be his friend, he'd never spoken a word to you without yours and his parents present, and it grated on your nerves. Plus, it didn't help that you hated the way he ignored you the last time you'd asked him to play with his Pokémon Trading cards. He'd given you the stink eye and you'd vowed to never speak to him again. It was a bruise to your still growing ego.

The game had been going on for a while and Jaebum was still taunting you to give up already when Jackson threw the frisbee a little bit farther than anticipated and neighbor boy flung his body towards it and caught the damned thing in his mouth.

Now, you didn't know about a whole lot of things, but you definitely knew that that was not supposed to happen. Due to shock, your legs slipped from the bars and you fell head-first down and subsequently sprained your neck. Neighbor boy, however, got a new title attached to him since that day; Dog Boy.

Since that day or maybe some years later after the influx of werewolf movies, you'd become suspicious of him. The name Dog Boy stuck to your neighbor like glue. All through middle school, high school and now in college. Your entire town is small, you wonder some days how it's possible to have a university in such a restricted area, but you don't question it any longer. No one ever straight up calls him the name anymore, but your college was minuscule, and everyone thought it.

Most of the students you'd been going to school with since you could talk. It's disconcerting really, to be so close with them and yet not at the same time. The only person you managed to remain friends with since first grade was Jaebum. You guess, he is the closest thing you have to a best friend in this town. And it's not like you hate the town — because you don't — you hate how small it is. Gossip runs like wolves in this place, you can't say one word without twenty-five other people misinterpreting it to their friends.

Your thoughts have gone away from you and you don't realize you should be taking notes until Professor Min — the History Professor — decides to make it known to the whole class that you're daydreaming... again.

"[y/n]," She says, with that snide look on her face some teachers seem to always have. "If you would be so kind to come back to class, I would appreciate it."

Another con of small towns is everyone seems to know each other and consequently act like they're your parents as if your guardians are absent. You gnash your teeth together sheepishly, you hate being called out so much and yet you never stop being absent-minded.

"Sorry."

"Great..." her voice trails off as she lunches deep into another thing you don't know, but you should. Midterms are coming up soon and you can't drop this class because you need the credit hours.

Maybe not so much a need as a want. You see, Dog Boy is in this class and it's the only class you have with him this semester. Not that you're stalking him — you would never do that — but he is your neighbor and his parents talk too much with your parents and they tell them everything. Plus, it doesn't help that you needed to take this class sometime anyway, might as well take it now.

The two of you sit at the back of the class but never too close to each other. It's known that you don't particularly favor your neighbor among other things. Since that day you'd sprained your neck, he became something akin to the devil. He sits near the window, on the seat you'd been aiming for, and his attention is solely on Professor Min. You sigh to yourself, maybe you're just projecting your fantasies onto him? Maybe he's just an ordinary guy that got labeled a freak earlier than most people?

But then he turns his gaze from the front board and locks focus on you as you look directly at him. You whip your head away so fast that it threatens to snap. Shit. Several moments pass before you gain the courage to peep your head up again... and he's still watching you. This time with a look of pure disinterest colored on his face. You grunt to yourself, wanting to flip him off but not wanting to aggravate the professor any more than you already have. You turn away first, going back to ogling your notebook in solitude.

Dog Boy's real name is Jinyoung Park. And you do not like Jinyoung Park.

You weren't the most popular, in fact, you still aren't. But you'd been one of the smartest. In fact, dare you say, you had been the smartest in your entire grade. That was until the frisbee incident. And suddenly, Jinyoung was the smartest. It was like the title was snatched right under your nose. You had pitied him, never called him dog boy, offered him to join your tiny friendship circle (which he always promptly shut down) and this was how you were repaid. No one was going to remember the has-been smart kid. And that's what you were.

Jaebum says that you should be thankful to Jinyoung for knocking you off your high-horse. His reasoning is that now, you don't have some sort of superiority complex. And unlike most that he knows, when you don't understand something, you don't try to pretend you do. You told him that was a ridiculous reasoning and he said you didn't get it because you were stupid. And maybe you are stupid because here you are in your last class for the day, wondering for the millionth time if Jinyoung is a—

"For the group project, I'm going to pair you off in three's and please see to it that you meet with each other and present something worth my time."

Another problem with small towns, or maybe just a problem with Professor Min in general, is that they tend to do everything in three's. Three is a crowd they say, but three is a whole lot bigger than a crowd when you don't have that many options. The problem with three's is that it's such an odd number in a group that almost always someone gets left out. Be it in group projects, relationships or otherwise. And by gods, you do not want to spend the next few weeks being pushed and prodded by people you don't want anything to do with it.

Professor Min starts listing whoever she's connected together, and you tentatively wait for your name to be called. Your eyes scan the room and frankly, there's not one person you would like to be paired with. If only Jaebum was in this class. Then you could pray to a higher power that you'd get paired together. But no; you're stuck with a lose-lose situation.

"Park Jinyoung, [y/n], and Hui Kim."

You probably sound like a broken record at this point but there are a lot of things you don't know. You have no fucking idea how you are getting paired with Jinyoung after almost ten years and then some of knowing each other. You thought you'd missed the cliché gene when the two of you realized that you could never be friends but with this emerging situation, your safe haven might be threatening to change.

Dejectedly, you gaze at Jinyoung and sigh. Hui is known around town to not really have anything going for him, not that you want to judge him or anything but, he's not even in class right now. He hasn't been in class since Syllabus day — which was a miracle in of itself. And just like that, you know this project falls on the shoulders of you and Jinyoung. But with every fiber in your being, you don't want to talk to Jinyoung more than necessary.

Class ends soon after that and you find yourself packing your stuff faster than usual. Jinyoung is inhumanly quick with leaving the class as soon as the time is up, he never waits behind. You're determined to set the record straight with him though, even if he may not want it. You're getting a good grade in this class, even if you have to beg for it. You might be lazy as hell nowadays, but you were once an overachiever and those kinds of traits don't just fade away.

You brush past people as you tear through the door and try to locate the bed of black hair that belongs to Dog Boy. You find him, and then you're running to catch up. Christ, it's like school is burning his ass.

"Hey, wait—" you huff as you grab the corner of his shirt to get him to stop.

He halts, and you bounce into his back, the movement bristles your brain a bit and for a second, you're disoriented before you remember why you're seeking him out anyways. He shifts his positioning so he's facing you directly and you move back a few steps just because.

"Just so you know, I'm not failing this class because of you," you say when you calm your nerves from rattling.

Dog Boy always looks disinterested but now he just looks at you incredulously. "Well, you don't need my help for that, you're already failing."

You are not failing, but you might start spiraling down that path after the midterms. You roll your eyes at his statement and bite out. "Point is. I'm not allowing you slack off in this."

Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders and you curse yourself for allowing the title of Valedictorian fall into his arms. If only you'd pushed yourself a little bit harder, you wouldn't have had to forfeit it to someone that didn't even work that hard for it. Jinyoung strikes you as something akin to a genius; add that to his ever-growing array.

He doesn't say anything in response, rather he lowers his gaze to your fingers still gripping the hem of his shirt. Like it's hot, you drop it and return your hand to your side.

"Anyways," you clear your throat. "When's a good time to meet up with you?"

"I don't know, [y/n]. We're neighbors we can figure this out later."

You shake your head, adamant. "I need to know. I don't want to come over uninvited."

His eyes pop out almost comically and again with something akin to bemusement but more... condescending? You're not sure but you do know that you don't like the look in his eyes.

"You? Feeling uninvited? Is everything okay?"

You give him the finger and it pacifies your soul to the depths you can never compare. "Shut up. How does next tomorrow sound? I'll come over then."

"What's wrong with tomorrow?"

The question throws you off guard because you're not expecting it, especially not from him. It's pretty much staple news that Jinyoung Park misses the third Wednesday of every month due to issues that have never been disclosed. At first, it was the height of high-school gossip. Now, it's just something that happens.

You're surprised he sees the need to ask you. It's the second reason that fuels your suspicion that Jinyoung is of an otherworldly species. Let's not talk about the fact that you'd rather have a supernatural being be smarter than you... it makes it easier to swallow that you can't be the best at everything. You can't fight in a game where you don't even qualify to compete in.

"I mean, if you're free then let's do it," you blink a dozen times a second, trying to figure out if he's pulling your legs or not.

He must realize his mistake because he flushes red in embarrassment. "No. Your day is good. Stop by after five or something." And before you can say something in response, he's turning on his heel and bustling through the crowd.

It's not like you're going the same direction or anything, you roll your eyes as you navigate the path to your car.

If this was a perfect world, you and Jinyoung would be best friends. The stones were set. The two of you liked the same things, at least you assumed from the things you'd observed about him, your parents are ridiculously close and dare you say... are best friends. Your families have biweekly dinners that you're obligated to go to and no matter how much you whine and beg, you're never allowed to miss. But this wasn't a world that led to that, and you're grateful.

Hopefully, this project goes by in the blink of an eye and you never have to think about your stance on friendship with Jinyoung ever again. You've known him for thirteen years and you have no reason to start questioning it now. Things have always been this way and until something unordinary happens, you're going to keep your curious nature to yourself and stray away from trouble. Yes, you think, but let's hope trouble doesn't come searching for you. You don't think you're that good a person to not fall down that kind of temptation.

If there's anything you hate more than coming in second, it's studying. God, if you could sell your soul to the devil to get good grades for life without having to actually input shit into your brain, you wouldn't waste a heartbeat. There was nothing fantastic about having study sessions. But if there was anything you hated more than studying, it was not trying at all.

That's why you are studying in your bedroom and watching the time tick by oh' so slowly. The air conditioning unit stopped working in the middle of the night, a few nights ago, and your parents had yet to call someone in to fix it. So, your window is open and it's distracting you. Behind your house is a large expanse of woods and every other moment you think — you swear — you can hear something from inside it. You've always known — through your parents — that deep in the woods were home to wolves and other animals the community couldn't be bothered with.

They don't disturb your peace and so, in turn, you don't disturb theirs.

You're about to return to your notebook when you see someone stalk towards to the forest and for a second, you're tempted to scream at them to turn back. It's not ethical to go out there especially not at this time of day. The sun is rapidly going down and once it gets dark in your small town, it goes dark. But then the person whips around to look at something or maybe look for something, and you recognize that it's Jinyoung. Well, shit, he should know better.

Biting your tongue, you force yourself to go back to reviewing your notes. It doesn't matter what Jinyoung does. He hadn't been in school today, as predicted, and as always you had wondered what he was doing. You couldn't, in good conscience, ask his parents what was wrong with him because what if it was like, a medical condition that they'd told you about when you were younger and more naïve and knew absolutely nothing. But even worse, what if you had already asked them before and now you've forgotten.

You know better than to go after him in that big, big, big forest. But everything in your body is telling you that something is going to happen out there. But no! Focus on your textbook. Ingrain these words into your mind so hard that you would never forget. You will not lose to Jinyoung another year. Not another year of fighting a losing battle. You are better than the inkling of curiosity budding in the pit of your stomach. You are stronger than that.

And maybe this is a reckoning because you realize that you are as strong as you are unintelligent because before you know it, you're grabbing your jacket and flinging it across your shoulders and running out the back door. Shit. Shit. Shit. You promise yourself you'll be back before it gets too dark. Yes, you're just going to inspect what Dog Boy is doing. Nothing too serious.

The woods behind your house and you guess any kind of woods out there, is a scary place. Not only is it too vast in size, it is also a haven for your imagination to run wilder than it needs. You swear you see too many dark shadows lurking in the corners and you want to force your legs to walk back the way to your house. Screw Jinyoung. If he wants to die out here, then so be it. But the more you think about going home, the more you plod through the encroaching darkness.

"Jinyoung?" You call out gingerly, not wanting to wake up whatever is hiding out here but failing. "Jinyoung, I know you're here. C'mon, let's go back, okay?"

Once when you were eleven, you'd found a storybook about wolves. Normal wolves mind you, not wolves that could turn into men. And you remember wondering if you could ever be able to transform into a wolf at will. You thought it would be cool. And you guess, you still do. Your mother had called it a fantasy but Jinyoung's mother... she'd said something along the lines of "nothing is impossible."

That month you and the Park's didn't have a biweekly dinner. Everything went back to normal a few weeks later and you forgot about that encounter, you have no idea why you're remembering it now. But now you think the memory is somewhat important. Important for what, you don't know.

"Jinyoung!" You cup your hands around your mouth and howl, but nothing cries back. Instead, all you hear is the whistling of the wind against the trees.

Fuck. Why isn't he answering? He couldn't have got that far ahead. You stop in your tracks and take deep breaths. It's too cold to be outside for too long and the sky is already turning a deeper shade of blue, a strong chill swims down your spine. How can you be so afraid? And yet still so willing to walk through this woods as if you're not? You bite your lower lip. Ten minutes. If you don't find Dog Boy in ten minutes, you're running out of here no matter what.

And it's when you're preparing to turn around that you feel it, a deep shiver racking through your body. It's already so cold outside but now you feel something different, you've never felt it before, but you can almost taste the evil intent coating the air now.

"Well, look who we have here."

The voice drawls the words out and, in another world, you would have deemed it sexy even, but now you just want to cower and hide because this is so stupid. This whole situation is stupid. You are acting stupid. You shouldn't be out here. You shouldn't be in this confrontation... and yet here you are.

He appears in front of you and you're almost blinded by how beautiful he appears. You'd watched movies with Vampires, and you'll admit when you were thirteen had even indulged in writing horrible romance fiction about them. And this man reminds you of what you envision a Vampire to be and more. His hair is slick blonde and you can't tell if it's been dyed or not but the red in his eyes is so sharp that even in this dim lightening you can see how clear and deep it is.

You stammer, not sure if you should answer but then sure that you don't want to die. "Oh, me? I'm heading back home actually," you laugh and the both of you can tell that it's nervous as fuck.

"Really?" He is mock amused. "You wouldn't happen to know about Vampires, would you?"

In a perfect world, you would have questioned him and called him a delusional lunatic. But this isn't a perfect world and you know the bloodlust in his eyes isn't fake. Maybe it's the cat in you that's curious to its death, but you don't think he's lying. He certainly looks the part of an ethereal creature.

"Oh, I know a lot about Vampires," you lie. "My blood doesn't taste good though... I take lots of medicine and it messes up the flavor."

"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"

"I'm saving you the time. You creatures of the night don't need more stuff to be worried about, you know," you're shaking in your sneakers and you swear he can hear the large gulp you take to steady your heartbeat.

He takes a step into the light and you notice just how tall he is and more so how pointy his ears are and how sharp his canines extend as he talks. Although he looks mind-shockingly beautiful, he also looks too grotesque. Dark rings frame his hollowed eyes, his skin is harrowingly translucent and the scare in your chest jumps to your throat.

"Would you mind if I," it's faster than the blink of your eye and he's next to you, his breath fanning your neck. "Test that out?"

Well, sure as fuck, you do. But you don't tell him that. You don't know what you're stalling for but your brain and your body work on different wavelengths.

"For a Vampire, you have pretty good manners."

He chuckles, moving his head slightly away so he can examine your face. "I was a Prince in my past life. What can I be if not polite?" He asks but leaves no room for debate.

Maybe if you run you could outpace him? No, that's not right. It's known that Vampires are more than fast. They're superhumans for God's sake. Well, more dead than human but the point still stands. You could barely keep up with him when he moved on you earlier, trying to outrun him will only lead you to—

"You smell like mutt," he finally says after several seconds of checking out your neck. "You live with any werewolves perhaps? Or maybe dogs?"

"No dogs."

"So, werewolves then. Tsk tsk, you smell awful," he remarks, and you try to feed on it.

"Exactly! So, how about you let me go? I'll take a shower and then—"

He shakes his head at you, silencing you up quick. "I said nothing about how you would tast—"

Almost as quickly as he'd come unto you, he was knocked off by something bigger, darker and more furious. It ate the ground beneath it and it swallowed the darkness like it owned it. Christ, what the ever-loving fuck? You knew they were wolves here, but this sent you farther than you imagined. It was dangerous, very much so, but unlike the Vampire, majestic. And then it snarls, a loud sound that shakes the birds out of the trees.

The Vampire smirks as he uses his thumb to prod around his jaw before he spits unto the wild grass. He grins at you and the wolf maniacally.

"See," he seems to taunt. "Werewolf friends."

Your attention returns to the wolf that's now standing in front of you, blocking the Vampire from your path and you want to thank it maybe. For protecting you but then his words reverberate in your mind. Werewolf. This, you gawk at the creature, is a werewolf? Really? You peer down at it.

The wolf snaps his head back to look at you and proceeds to give you this look. It's a look that reminds you a whole lot of looks you've received from someone else and if you're being honest it reminds you of—

The Vampire is tired of being ignored and pushes off on the heels of his feet, eager to get to you and the wolf turns away from you, growling as it throws its body into the immortal. For the first time in a long time, your body and brain work together to get you out of there. You're running so fast. Too fast that you don't feel your body slicing through the air, you don't feel the whips of the branches as they scratch your face and neck. You don't stop until you're at the clearing behind you and Jinyoung's house and even then, you don't know what to do.

For the first time in your life, you came across the wolves that roamed the woods and you came this close to being a Vampire's meal. You shudder as you lean on the back wall of your house, panting deeply with sweat dripping in streams from your face. Your self-preservation skills? Wack. Damn. Why were you trying to negotiate with a creature of the night? Something you didn't even know for sure existed until this night. You'd almost died out there. And you didn't even try to scream out in alarm.

It takes more minutes than you care about before something begins to appear out of the cloak of trees. It's a wolf, not just any wolf, it's the wolf. The wolf that came to save you from the bloodsucker. Its eyes are golden-brown and unhinged, once it gets to a certain distance, it stops moving forward.

The night is creeping on, the moon isn't fully out yet, but it's coming. Legend says that once the full moon hits, the woods start crying. Not much a legend as much as a truth for you. You've lived in this house your entire life and there hasn't been a time the trees didn't howl during full moons. It wasn't something you'd ever thought about or tried to place, to be honest, until now.

The wolf howls louder than before now and somewhere deep in your bones you understand that he's telling you to go somewhere else. You take off running through the back door and make haste with locking it tight. You realize then that you didn't see Jinyoung once through the night. No, instead you saw things you didn't know you could believe in. And then your mind recalls the former Prince's words: werewolf friends. You didn't have any friends of the lycanthrope kind. But you did know someone you speculated to be one of them.

You don't know about a lot of things this world has to offer, but you do know that one plus one equals two. And the two in this situation is Jinyoung being a werewolf. And now there's a resolve thrumming in your veins: you're going to find the truth about Dog Boy. Or rather, you want to hear the truth from his mouth.

For the time being, you blame your curiosity on the fact that you want to thank the werewolf for his help. Definitely nothing more than that.

Contrary to what you expect, Jinyoung shows up to class the next day. You'd thought that he wouldn't want to come in and put himself in your line of fire, but you guess, you and him just think differently. For the first time in weeks, you're submerged into Professor Min's lecture, not once turning your attention askew. It's a new record but you're trying to prove to Jinyoung that you're not on the highway to failing this course.

Once the class is over, you throw your backpack over your shoulder and head over to Dog Boy. Unlike every other day, Jinyoung takes his time with packing his stuff and you don't have to chase him through the halls. You stomp your palms on his desk, gaining his attention which quickly drops into a lackadaisical stare.

"You."

"Me."

"You're not going to deny it, are you?"

He rolls his eyes to the side, zipping his backpack and slinging it over his arm but not getting up from his seat. "Exactly what am I supposed to be denying?"

"You know what," you whisper-yell, earning a few looks from the remaining students leaving but ignore them, not removing your eyes from Jinyoung.

"Do you see the extreme disinterest on my face? It's all for you," his eyes flash gold for a second before it reverts to cool brown. If you didn't know any better, you would have passed it off as something in your mind.

Jinyoung rises from his seat and you take several steps back to give him the space to walk around before you continue on.

"Do you want me to spell it out? You want everyone in the community to kno—"

He interrupts you as the both of you push out of the classroom door. "Know what?"

"That you're a werewo—"

Maybe your eyes are just slow because in a shimmer of movements his palm is covering your mouth as he shoots you a look, frantically, like he can't believe you'd actually say it aloud. You shrug at him. The both of you earn snickers from neighboring students and you know by the end of the day, this predicament you've found yourself in would have reached Jaebum's ears.

When he's sure that you're not going to make a scene, which you're not sure how he knows, he drags his hand from your lips. He runs his hand hard through his hair, roughing it more than usual.

"You think people would you believe you?"

"Well, you just proved to me that you are what I think you are," you smirk smugly at him when his eyes widen at your statement. "And we both know everyone calls you Dog Boy for a reason... no one would bat an eyelash if I say you're a you know what."

Jinyoung doesn't say anything else, instead, he continues to plow the crowd until he reaches the EXIT doors, you follow closely behind. You didn't expect him to give up so easily and now you're not sure what to do. You thought you'd have to manipulate or blackmail him to admit it and it's disorienting that he's being more mature about this than you had anticipated. He leads the two of you to his car which is parked way too far to be considered normal.

You didn't drive to school today because your car, which was faulty to a fault, decided not to start up this morning. And now you're wondering if you should ask him to give you a ride home. Maybe you could promise him to keep his secret safe? It's not like he knows that you don't really plan on letting anyone else know about him. He stops by his car before he turns his attention to you.

"Are you going to keep following me?"

"I mean, I don't know. Are you going to admit that you're a werewolf?"

He licks his lip tensely and you raise one of your eyebrows, challenging him to dispute your pseudo-question. He doesn't. You've got to give him praise. For someone that clearly tried so hard to hide his nature, he didn't put up much of a fight. It's anticlimactic, to be honest.

Jinyoung must have decided to ignore you because he changes the subject as much as he can.

"You could've died yesterday," he drops his backpack on the hood of his car. "Really. Vampires aren't the most negotiable creatures."

You already know that. "But I... didn't? Shouldn't we look at the good things in times like this?"

"Good things? [y/n], do you not realize that if I had not been there, you would have been killed? You wouldn't be here right now being a pain in my ass."

You grin. "I'm a beautiful pain in your ass, be appreciative."

Dog Boy shrugs his shoulders, not fazed in the slightest. "You are beautiful. Still doesn't change my opinion of you."

"Glad to know we're on the same page." Your mind skitters a little. "Anyways, I need you to tell me about your werewolf-y things. I'm interested," you shoot him a killer smile, but his aloof expression doesn't falter, so you drop to pleasantries. "Please?"

Almost immediately, he says. "Shouldn't you be terrified of me? I'm a beast of the night."

"Pfft. O-okay, what are you going to do? Huff and puff me to the floor in the University's parking lot? Classy."

"Shut up. If you want to learn about it, use Google. It's not that hard."

You stomp your feet to the ground, annoyed that he doesn't see things from your perspective. "But those are fake. I want to hear it from you. I promise if you tell me, I'll stay clear away from you. I'm just wondering that's all."

Instead of giving you a response, he grabs his backpack by the collar and hauls it into his car, jacking his door with more force than necessary and crashing inside. He slams his door shut and for a moment the two of you stay like that. Him inside and you outside. You don't really know how much time goes by before he slides down his window and fixates his focus on you.

"Are you getting in, or do I have to leave you to walk home by yourself?"

You don't need to be told twice. You rush to his passenger side at lightning speed, happy that you don't have to bribe him to get your way. You weren't expecting him to offer the ride, but you guess he feels obligated to do so now that you know his deep, dark secret. It's more concerning that you, his neighbor for thirteen — almost fourteen — years, didn't know about any of it any earlier. You can't blame him though, you and him don't really have the friendliest of relationships. More civil than anything.

Making light work with strapping your seatbelt, Jinyoung puts the car into drive and begins the path to your side of town. As you clicked in your belt, however, your fingers brush unevenly against Jinyoung's hand. Almost immediately, the two of you shoot back from the contact like you've been electrified.

Soon after that, you wished you hadn't. You'd only brushed hands — barely even lasted a minute — and yet for reasons unexplainable, there is a tingling, vibrating sensation flowing through your fingers, numbing them. You fist your hand and will yourself to stop being so bothered by it.

You never quite realized how constricting a car silence could be until now, it's odd and frankly, it's grabbing you by the throat in awkwardness. So, when you hear the ping! tone of a new message, you practically fling your phone out of your pocket to see who it's from.

Jaebum: I saw you leave campus with dog boy. where are you going? [6:53 pm]

you: home. why?? [6:53 pm]

Jaebum: didn't you ask me to wait behind to take you home? What the fuck is up with this situation :| [6:56 pm]

you: shut up. he offered and i accepted. unlike you, I have manners [6:57 pm]

Jaebum: for someone who apparently hates dog boy, you're spending an awful lot of time getting up close and personal with him. [7:02 pm]

you: I don't hate jinyoung. i hate how many times I've lost to him. huge difference. And everyone knows closeness is used to establish physical dominance (╯°□°）╯[7:05 pm]

Jaebum: yeah okayy. guess you and Jinyoung go and have a dandy time together. just don't ever call me again begging for a ride. I'll throw your junk food stash in the trash if you do. [7:08 pm]

"No," you voice out loud, appalled by Jaebum's barbaric threat. "He can't do that," you're tempted to whine but you remember Jinyoung is in the car with you and refrain. You shoot him a look from your side and try to curb your internal fuming. You promise yourself to get back at Jaebum if he dares to follow through with his threat.

Jinyoung turns his attention away from the road for a second or two and focuses it on you. "You okay?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to come off as blasé and admittedly failing. "No, not particularly."

"Why? Are you finally realizing that you could've died last night?"

You scoff as you roll your eyes at his words. "Somehow I don't quite believe that."

"Are you genuinely okay in the head?" He clicks his tongue at your antics. "You met a vampire!"

Uncharacteristically, Dog Boy seems to be incapable of letting this one situation go. Yes, you realize that you could have become one with the dead last night, but on the brighter side, you aren't. You aren't a stickler for semantics or rather for the what if scenarios. You survived your first bout with the undead, that's all there is to that.

"What do you expect me to do? Runaway... like some coward?"

"Yes!"

"Well, what about you?!"

He drags an exasperated breath into his lungs and you can swear that he's holding back from screaming in frustration at you. "What about what about me?"

You bite your lip and tip your head to the side. "You're a werewolf. Do you want me to run away from you too?"

It takes several moments of him huffing and puffing before he finally grunts in defeat. You can't help the wide smile that blooms across your face. It's not a competition but you feel like you've won this faux argument. You squish in your seat, elated.

In fact, you've gone back to idly staring at the window, completely oblivious to the turmoil of thoughts swirling around in Jinyoung's head. You send Jaebum a ridiculous threat about trashing something he holds with importance and soon enough, your phone is blowing up with rapid-fire texts that circulate around not doing the said thing. You smirk to yourself as you put your phone on flight mode and cut off the stream of notifications.

"It's different." You almost don't hear his strained voice among the laughter thrumming in your chest. "I wouldn't hurt you. That vampire, however, was one sniff away from claiming his last meal."

You whip your head up from your lap and plaster your focus unto him. "Last?"

Dog Boy relaxes into his seat, a small scoff marring his features. "You think I would let someone kill you and walk away unscathed? Do you think I'm that terrible?"

"I don't know. We're not exactly the best of friends, Jinyoung. Honestly, I'm surprised you even saved me that night. I thought you hated me."

"Hate you? You're a huge pain in my ass, you know this, but I don't hate you. Never have."

You shake your head at him, dismissing his statement. "Yeah, you do. You didn't want to play Pokémon with me, remember? I invited you to that one movie night I and my friends were having, and you told me to never talk to you again."

He looks so mortified by your recall of the events that for the first time in your life, you entertain the idea that Dog Boy doesn't not, in fact, remember any of these happening. Does that mean you've been holding this grudge for years... for no reason? Shit. Fucking shit. What kind of messed up memory does he have?

"There's no way I did that."

"So, what, now you think I'm a liar? Wow, never knew—"

"No, no. I can't believe you even remember that. That was like, what, twelve years ago?"

"Thirteen, actually." You're still reeling from the new revelation. "And of course, I do. I know a lot about you."

You don't add that you don't particularly like to admit that you know so much about him. You don't know what to do with this conversation, it feels like its run past your control. You clear your throat, in a dire attempt to steer your mind back on track. To your relief, your houses appear in view and you almost sigh out. You and Jinyoung had decided to start this project today but suddenly, you want to procrastinate on it until the night it's due. Horrible, you know, but you can't help the feeling.

Jinyoung pulls up into the cul-de-sac of your two houses and parks his car swiftly in front of his. The two of you remain in the car and you feel this uncanny urge to break the silence and change the topic.

You clear your throat. "So..."

He doesn't turn his face from the windscreen, but he does say: "What?"

"Do you guys have like raw, ballistic sex?"

If Dog Boy could choke on a lung, he would. It's somewhat priceless the way his eyes pop severely out of his head and his face whips to the side to focus on you, more than incredulous. He sputters and sputters and you curse yourself for not having a filter. It's not like you expected yourself to really ask him the question, although you’re kind of — lowkey, curious about his answer.

"Did you seriously just ask me that?"

"Afraid I did."

"Do you have, like, no shame? At all?"

"'Fraid so."

Instead of answering you, he grabs his backpack by the arm and hurls out of the car. You struggle with keeping up with his pace. He has one of his hands in hair and you can tell that he's trying not to laugh yet embarrassed by what you inquired. You figure you'd be embarrassed too if the roles were reversed.

You scamper to his side as he runs up the steps to his front door. "Hey, are you ignoring me?"

"Gee, [y/n]. Aren't you the most observant?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You throw your hands up in surrender. "I was just wondering. I've read stories about werewolves and like most of it borders on animalistic sex... I just wanted to know if it was true."

Jinyoung has been doing a great job of hiding his face but when he slots his keys into the door and twists around to check if you're still there; you see the dark blush coloring his cheeks. When he realizes that you know this, the color deepens, and you grin.

"What is up with your obsession with werewolves?" He finally asks after he has fought the color away from his cheeks and you've settled on one of the arranged sofas in his living room.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not obsessed," you tell him. "It's more... you're a real-life supernatural being and I have questions."

He takes a seat on the sofa inches away from you, clearly keeping his distance. "If I answer them, would you let this go?"

"Of course."

Dog boy bites his lower lip for several moments, throwing around the pros and cons. You take this time to look around his living room. It's fairly familiar, you've been in here more times than you care to admit. Several photos of him and his parents litter the walls, you could probably recall the pictures in your sleep.

He clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him. "Ok. Ask what you want. Please keep the invasive questions to a minimum."

You smile inwardly to yourself. "Were you bitten or born?"

"Born."

"What about mates? Does that really exist? Have you found yours? What happens if you don't find your mate? Do you, like, howl into the moonlight and hope they howl back?"

You hear him mutter, "fuck," before he raises his head from his thighs and shoots you a ridiculous look.

"I do have a mate and what the hell do you think werewolves do exactly?"

"I don't know that's why I'm asking you," you say, exasperatedly. "Do you mind me asking who your mate is?"

He shrugs, leaning deeper into the black sofa. "Does it really matter to you?"

"Not really but does your mate necessarily have to be a werewolf?"

Why you're asking this you don't know. It's not like you could be his mate. You'd already promised yourself to not fall into some cliché with your damned neighbor but for whatever it's worth, there's a small — minuscule and irrelevant — part of you that wonders if it could be you.

Of course, you can list plenty reasons from the top of your head why you and Jinyoung could never be fated together. First, he's your enemy and rival. You've spent a better part of your life watching him from behind. You know the things that make him tick faster than others. And even though there is a high possibility that he's never considered you as competition, you don't want to think that you've spent years blindly chasing behind him for nothing.

"Not that I know of."

"So, you're, like, in a relationship? How come I didn't know this? Your mother would have gossiped about it to my mother. What, does your mate hate you?" You scoff at your own implication.

You'd never read of mates hating each other. Sure, there had been the few Alphas here and there that thought they were hot shit and that their mates weren't. But on the average, you would think anyone would be happy to find someone the skies destined them to be with. Cute, you think.

Jinyoung snickers at you. "At first, I thought my mate hated me."

"What? Really?" You can't believe there's another werewolf kid living in your small secluded town. And you don't realize you've said this thought out loud until you hear Jinyoung's response.

"My family's the only werewolf family around these parts, don't worry. You'd be mighty surprised if I tell you who my mate is though."

"Surprise me."

He laughs — no, guffaws at that. "You wouldn't want me too."

You feel heat creep up your ears. It's not like it matters who his mate is anyway. You shake your head, opening your school bag in an effort to start the godforsaken project already. You clear your throat as you pull the notebooks out and lay them on the small table but Jinyoung gets up and scoops them into his arms. "Let's go to my room."

"Why?"

He scrunches his nose a bit. "It smells better there."

"Oh, I forgot. Dog nose."

Dog boy says nothing in response but grabs your backpack and his before leading the way through the corridor to his room. You've been inside it before, years ago when your parents used to force the two of you to play together. He dumps the books on his bed and you perch on one side of the bed.

He has more focus than you and soon enough the two of you have decided on a topic and a thesis to present on. But you're barely paying attention to what he's been saying or writing down. You can't wrap your head around the fact that Jinyoung is so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. You expected him to be more... emotional about it.

You bite your tongue, debating if you should ask him what has been bothering you. You decide to just go for it and interrupt his explanation about something you weren't paying attention to but should have been.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Jinyoung furrows his eyebrows, looking up from the strewn papers. "Huh? Tell you what?"

"That you are a werewolf. I mean, you don't seem to care that I know and now it's bothering me that you tried to hide it for years."

He releases his bottom lip from his teeth and sighs out. "We're not allowed to tell people what we are. If they find out, that's cool but I can't break the rules."

Then why do you feel like Jinyoung purposely made you find out about him? You've been his neighbor for years and not once did you ever see him slip up (disregarding that day at the playground). Why... why does it feel like you walked brazenly into a trap that he set? Why does it feel like he had expected you to follow him that night?

"So, it doesn't matter that I know?"

"Not really. I mean, this isn't the most ideal situation but at least now I don't have to restrict myself anymore."

"Why do I feel like there's something you're hiding from me?"

Something flashes in his eyes and you watch, mesmerized, as the color shifts from brown to a golden hue. "What do you mean?" His voice, how ever little, shakes.

You fixate on that tremor. "Who's your mate?" You ask, this time pulling yourself closer to him and you see his throat bop as he takes an audible gulp. "Don't lie to me."

Seconds tick by and you can't tell what he's thinking. How did the two of you fall into this predicament? You and him on his bed with a huge elephant stomping around in the run. Jinyoung catches your gaze and does his best not to waver. For someone that has a brazen beast as part of him, he becomes a whole lot more demure when he's with you.

"It's you."

Before you can say anything in response, not that you can since your vocal chords are having technical problems. Jinyoung presses on, fumbling. "It doesn't matter. I know you don't like me like that. And that's okay, we can't have it all, right? Plus, it's kind of weird, isn't—"

"Shut up. Who says I don't like you like that?" A part of you hates that he came to this conclusion, even if there's some merit to it.

"Well, do you?"

You shake your head, confused. "I-I don't know."

His voice comes out barely above a whisper and for a moment you forget that he's supposed to be this big, bad, wolf. "It's a simple question."

"I like you — like how someone would like a neighbor or better yet a fleeting crush or something. I'm just not sure I like you like that."

"... Is that a polite no or are you genuinely not sure?"

"Genuinely not sure. Like, I don't know. Sometimes I have these moments when I think you act really cute, sometimes I think we're just people that have spent too much time around each other—" you cut yourself, tired of sounding like some bumbling idiot.

Dog boy mulls over what you said for a moment. "Maybe you should kiss me and find out. If there are sparks, cool. If not, no foul."

"Really?"

What if there's nothing or worse, what if there is but he discovers you're not meant for him? Where this dilemma came from, you don't know but you want it to go back where it came.

"Anything for science."

You don't know who leans in first but the two of you meet halfway. Your senses are nothing compared to his, but he intoxicates you with his woodsy smell that makes the thoughts in your head swirl around into nothing. You move closer, as close as you can, and the research books flap to the floor. He traps your hair in his hands and tilts your head, setting your lips apart and electrocuting you simultaneously.

An urgent need to feel him in his entirety washes over you. You reach your fingers around his neck, using it as leverage to push yourself closer but Jinyoung takes that moment to break away from you.

"Slow down," he chuckles. "And to think you thought I was a ballistic animal."

Jinyoung flips your body onto its back, the bed serving as the only thing that holds you up, heaven knows your self-restraint is out the window.

"I'm not usually like this... sorry?"

"It's cool with me and, trust me, I would be all over you too if I had less self-control."

You raise your eyebrow, urging him to explain.

He shrugs shifting from hovering on top of you to laying beside you on the bed. You're lucky this is a pretty big bed and not anything like the one back at your place.

"You have this smell. The first time I smelled it, I swear I thought I had died or something. Either way, my parents said it was better for me to keep my distance from you. I was young, and anything could set me off, plus we'd just moved, and I was trying to fit in, couldn't have myself following your ass everywhere."

That worked out terrible for him — if his nickname is anything to go by. But now that you know this piece of information, everything else seems to click into place. The reason he tried to never be in the same vicinity as you, why he ignored you half the time.

"Must be hard having such a nose like that."

"Not really. I can smell you for miles away. Plus, I can tell when dinner's gonna be really, really good."

You roll your eyes at him, biting out a laugh. "Amazing talent you got there."

There's another bout of silence that falls upon the both of you and you swear the only thing that can be heard is the loud thumping of your heart. It's deafening. You're not really sure what to do now. Yes, you've acknowledged the feeling in your chest and all that cliché jazz but what—

"So, how do you feel?"

You bite your lower lip, demanding yourself to stop getting lost in the re-visualization of his body pressed against yours. To think, a few days ago — heck yesterday, you never thought you'd be in this situation. You can't believe a huge section of you is willing to try this thing with Jinyoung out and that a part of you likes this.

"You're trying so hard not to react. It's cute," he says, even though he can't see your face.

"You are such a pain in my ass."

"A beautiful pain in your ass," he throws your words back at you.

You guess there's no reason to pretend that Jinyoung isn't one of the most beautiful people you've ever met. It's not like you're going to gain anything from intense denial. You pout and turn your face to the side, only to find Jinyoung staring intently back at you.

"What can I say," dog boy finally breathes out after several moments. "I live to watch how bashful you can get,” he moves a fingertip over your cheek, making an exaggerated sizzling sound. "I imagine you'd have the same reaction when you desperately try not to moan my name. You'd be so wrecked for me."

"You're the one enamored and obsessed with my smell, but I'd be wrecked? Yeah, okay."

He howls out in laughter and you make a note in your head to tease him about it, you're not used to this side of Jinyoung, but you can't say you don't like it. Moments fade into one another and before you realize it, your hand is caved in around his own. Man, this feels good and warm. Has he always been this hot? Once you're sure that you're not going to blurt out something embarrassing, you clear your throat.

"So, uh, what do we do now?"

Jinyoung heaves his shoulders, a ghost of a smile flittering unto his features. "We could continue making out?"

You sit up on the bed, throwing your arms across your chest. "Don't you have like feral werewolf-y urges to, like, do something?"

He shakes his head at you, sitting up as well but wondering where you come up with these things. "Honestly, [y,n], what the fuck have you been reading?"

Pushing forward, you shoot him a sly grin. "I don't know. How about we try testing and breaking my theories?"

"If you kiss me right now, I swear I'd do whatever," he admits.

You oblige, moving your face closer to his and resuming the path of electricity in your veins. This time the kiss is slower, softer and you feel these different things from Jinyoung. Loyalty and compassion. It's highly addictive and completely not what you were expecting from him. But you like it. You like this feeling. It something you really can't control but it's something that you want to explore.

You feel as the dragonflies carve a home in your stomach before dancing up to your neck and breaking out from your mouth. And dog boy grins into your lips. "Probably shouldn't say this right now but, I always thought you looked hella cute when you cursed me out."

Before you can say something snarky as a response, he’s kissing you again, pulling your body flush against his. You try to laugh a little but with his fingers rubbing circles against the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt, your actions turn to dust. But you swear you'll get back at him, one flush on his cheeks at a time.

A/N: woo! i really hope you liked reading this as much i liked writing it and i hope you tell me what you think about it!! thanks for reading :)

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The Outsiders: Home Alone

The Outsiders: Home Alone (Episode 2)

Published: 10-14-19 - Updated: 10-15-19

Squit is struggling to babysit Pinky, Brain, Wakko and Pesto in his house. This is episode 2 of The Outsiders. This is also an Animaniacs fanfic. Rated R for Strong Language.

Part 1: Da Pussy Patrol!

(Squit N/R: As Wakko made himself very much at my place, Pinky had come up with a plan to put some distance between his sexual organs and the dog. He'd temporarily lose Benji, run home and do what he had to do, do what he had to do again, and once more if it wasn't too painful, then head out with some "lost dog" signs and a 20 reward. Unfortunately, Benji - a dog - was too smart for him.)

Pinky: (he saw Benji coming back from the park) Fuck, Benji!

(Squit N/R: Back at mine, I was fighting a losing battle to house-train my new pet.)

Squit: Do you eat this much toast at home?

(Wakko pulls out a jar of hummus from the cabinet)

Wakko: Squit, what's this...hummus? Is it for humans?

Squit: (sarcastically) No, it's for extraterrestrials, that's why we keep it in the refrigerator for Area 51 in the first place. Of course it's for fucking humans!

Wakko: Can you have it on toast? (takes a bite)

Squit: Please use a plate.

(Pinky comes out of nowhere.)

Pinky: Y'all okay, pussies? I brought beer by the way.

Squit: How the fuck did ya get in?!

Pinky: Yo dumbass left tha front door open.

Squit: Wak, did you leave the front door open?!

Wakko: My bad.

Pinky: Do us some toast, Wak.

Wakko: No probs.

(Pinky turns on the TV while using the laptop at the same time, as Squit gets annoyed and closes the front door.)

Squit: Excuse me, is there a sign outside by the permanently open front door saying, "This way to the toast bar - Enter here"?! Look, you're not even watching the TV.

Pinky: Jesus, calm down, Home Alone! It's just force of habit.

Squit: Why are you even here anyway?!

Pinky: I needed to get away from my own fuckin' house. The dog is pissing me off! I can't believe my parents are making me watch 'em every Friday, in my OWN HOUSE!

Squit: Because it stares at ya while you masturbate?

Pinky: Exactly.

Wakko: How long have you had him now?

Pinky: About 18 years.

Wakko: Has he always done it?

Pinky: No, of course not! I wasn't jerking off a lot when I was 11, was I?

Wakko: I thought you got laid when you was 10? With a hot babysitter.

Pinky; Well, duh. Yeah, I did, Wak. That's why I wasn't jerking off so much. Something must have started him off. I think he might have chewed on a tissue under my bed and now he's got a nasty taste for it.

Squit: (sarcastically but disgusted) Jesus, that's some acquired taste, dry Kleenex and your ejaculate.

Wakko: Here y'are, P.

Pinky: Yo.

(Wakko throws the toast onto Squit's table.)

Squit: Watch where y'all throwing shit, god!

(Squit cleans the mess and turns off the TV.)

Pinky: I tell ya what will be throwing shit, yo sista's tits. I bet Fergus is covering 'em in spooge right now.

Squit: Can we not talk about this?

Pinky: Throw me da booze, Wak.

(Wakko was literally about to throw a bottle of beer to Pinky but Squit stopped him.)

Squit: No-one is throwing anything. If you want a drink, then pour yourself a glass. The glasses are in the higher cabinet.

Pinky: God, it's like staying at The Ritz.

(Pinky stands up and looks for the glasses in the higher cabinet.)

Squit: Well, it's famous for its "no throwing booze or toast" policy.

Pinky: You lied to me! There's no fuckin' glasses in there!

Squit: (getting frustrated) Try the dishwasher.

(Pinky moans as he pulls out Squit's dishwasher but all the glasses broke because of Pinky's stupid and careless mistakes.)

Squit: Oh, for christ's sake! (Squit forcefully slams the dishwasher back in while Pinky flinches) That's it, we're out!

Wakko: Out where?

Squit: I don't care! Out! Out of here!

Pinky: Look, I'll buy you a new glass if you'd stop being a pussy!

Squit: It's not about the glass. Y'all like a plague of toast-eating locusts.

Pinky: Fine, we'll go out. Wak, I think it's time we took Squit on a pussy patrol.

Squit: No thanks! What's next, a ghetto invasion?!

(The next scene changes to Squit, Pinky and Wakko chanting "OOOHHHHH!" and laughing while Pinky's driving in his Lambo.)

Squit: Wow, to be honest, this is RAD!

Pinky: You said it my friend, oh by the way, I'm provisional.

Squit: Hell yea...wait, WHAT?!

Pinky: Yeah, I'm provisional for 2 weeks.

Wakko: Sometimes we hang out at the gas station.

Squit: So all this time you've been driving, it's been illegal? Great!

Pinky: It's fine. If we get pulled ovah, we just say I'm giving 'em a lesson.

Squit: You're not allowed to give lessons till you've been driving for three years.

Pinky: No, you just say disabled, then it's allowed.

Squit: Who's disabled? You or him?

Wakko: One of us. You say it's a mental disablement.

Pinky: Yeah, I do a really good voice.

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, well, I look forward to that.

(Wakko saw a squirrel on the road.)

Wakko: Watch that squirrel, dude.

Pinky: Nah, he'll shit himself and jump outta tha way, they always do.

(Pinky was trying to run over a squirrel but the squirrel ran away.)

Squit: Hilarious! You just lost a game of chicken with a rodent.

(The squirrel came back.)

Pinky: He's still there!

Wakko: He's pissing you off, bruh!

Pinky: Yeah, we'll see who's the chicken.

(Pinky went for the squirrel again but missed the second time.)

Squit: Oh, my God, he's jumped outta tha way.

Wakko: He's made you look like a right bitch!

Pinky: (furious) Fuck dat!

(Pinky finally ran over a squirrel to death.)

Pinky: Oh yeah.

Squit: Oh, God.

(All 3 got out of the car to see a dead squirrel.)

Wakko: Oh, no! Why did you do that?

Pinky: Not so clever now, is he?! Now who's tha fucking bitch?!

Squit: I don't think it was trying to make you look like a bitch, Pinky.

Pinky: Fuckin' lil' dead-ass!

Squit: I'll get a spade, we'll bury him.

Pinky: Nah, motherfucka, fuck 'em! (Pinky looked at the dead squirrel really carefully as there were silence and he shortly felt sad about it.) But his eyes look sad tho.

(Squit N/R: Great. So far in Pinky and Wakko's war against Mother Nature, the death toll stood at 52 flowers and one dead-ass squirrel.)

Part 2 - Idiot Invasion

(Squit N/R: With the blood of a defenceless animal on our hands, and on Pinky's wheel arches, we headed back to mine.)

Brain: Hey.

Pesto: Where have y'all assholes been?

Squit: Jesus Christ, y'all scared the shit outta me! How did you get in here?

(Brain points the the open back door.)

Brain: Back door.

(Squit looks at Wakko angrily.)

Wakko: Again, my bad.

Pinky: Son, dafuq are ya wearin'?

Brain: It's a polo shirt and chinos.

Pesto: You look like my cousin when he went for a job interview.

Brain: Oh, is he a golf pro?

Pesto: No, he's got Down's syndrome.

Brain: Look. This is what everyone wears for golf, OK. Can I make some toast, Squit?

Pinky: Pop one in for us, B.

Wakko: I'm just gonna shit outta shit? (Wakko saw the downstairs bathroom) Wow, I didn't know you have a downstairs bathroom. (he runs upstairs)

Squit: Please use the upstairs bathroom. And open a window! (The door rang) Who's that? (Squit opens the door.) Hello.

Delivery Guy: (Holding a box of 20 Foster cans.) This is for Squit Kinos Milf-Kenzie.

Squit: (He takes the box looking dead inside) Thanks. (shuts the door)

(Squit N/R: If this was my dickish friends' way of taking my mind off what Fergus was doing to my sis, it wasn't working.)

Squit: Who's responsible for this?

Pinky: I know, I'm a motherfuckin' genius. Your stupidly left ya platinum card details on a Post-it on ya laptop.

Squit: WHAT?!

Pinky: So it's kinda ya fault.

Squit: NO! That's for emergencies only! Plus, that was for my film project!

Pinky: But it was an emergency, your house is fuckin' boring as hell! Now we can get totally pissed.

Squit: No, I'm getting it refunded. I don't wanna get pissed, I want everything to be the same as it was before. (He is using the laptop to refund the money.)

(Pinky, Brain and Pesto are giggling, looking at Squit mischievously)

Squit: What?!

Pinky: Nothing. We haven't done anything, have we, Brain?

Brain: Nope. We haven't been anywhere near your Facebook page.

Pesto: Indeed.

Squit: (looking concerned/slightly angry) Oh, for christ's sake, what have you done now? (Squit checks his Facebook profile) Oh, you've changed my profile pic to a fat, naked hobo and you've changed my status to, "Squit is fingering his cat". Presumably, you've changed the password too? RIGHT?!

Pesto: Yep, my idea. Do you like the picture? The ballsack's literally big, but other than that, it's definitely you.

(They all laugh, except Squit, who looks pissed off.)

Squit: Seriously, you've gotta tell me the password.

Pesto: Or what?

Squit: Look, if you don't tell me the password, I'm contacting the site administrator and reporting ya!

(There's a short silence, then they all laugh hysterically once again, except for Squit.)

Pinky: Look out, y'all, he gonna call the Facebook police on us!

Brain: Oh no, I don't wanna get sent to Facebook prison!

(They laugh once again and shortly stopped.)

Pesto: Hillarious.

Squit: Please, I'm begging you!

Pinky: OK. You can have tha password if I can stay over.

Squit: I thought it was boring here?

Pinky: It is, but you don't have a perverted dog, and I have certain needs to fulfil.

Squit: Oh, Christ. Fine, you can fuckin' stay. Now, what's the password?

Pesto: I heart...

Squit: I heart… (while typing)

Pesto: ...yo mama's vagina. (laughs)

Squit: (sarcastically) Brilliant. (The password is invalid.) And that ain't even it! Pinky?

Pinky: Real password - Puh and diugh.

Squit: Pricks. (The password is valid.)

(Pinky opened the box to get a can of lager out.)

Squit: (sarcastically but angrily) How nice. So I'm no longer fingering a cat, but now I can't return the lager! Thanks, Pinky!

Pinky: No probs. (Pulls another can out for Brain.) Brain?

Brain: No thanks.

Pinky: Y'sure?

Brain: Eh, what the fuck? (grabs a can.)

(Wakko came back downstairs.)

Wakko: Bad news, toilets blocked.

Squit: Whaddaya mean toilet's blocked?

Wakko: It's blocked.

Squit: So whaddaya mean is, you've blocked the toilet?

Wakko: Maybe. I dunno. I'm not a plumber.

Brain: Ugh! Oh, I can smell it from here.

Wakko: Yeah. Tell me about it, it's really bad. Like the leftovers from the pizza party all in one go.

Squit: Oh, God.

Wakko: So, as you'd expect, not a clean break, like at all. And I ran out of toilet paper, so I had to use a dry towel. (Takes a bite out out his toast.)

Squit: Oh, for christ sake! Well, I'm sorry, but from now on, all bathrooms are now outta bounds to guests.

Pinky: (looking upset) Awww...what?!

Brain: Hang on, what if I need to go as well?

Wakko: You could use the garden.

Brain: I'm not a dog, Wak.

Squit: (stands up) OK, I'd assumed it was been given, but I'll make it clear now, just in case: No-one shits in my fuckin' back garden! (leaves)

Pinky: (pondered) That's it.

Wakko: What?

Pinky: I'll tell my dad that Benji took a shit in ma house.

Wakko: (confused) Did he?

Pinky: No, but if I say he did, we'll have to ban him from entering my home, as I can jerk off freely without 'em judging me and we'll all live happily ever after. The end.

Wakko: (still confused) Your dad?

Pinky: No, the dog!

(Wakko still looks confused and takes a bite out of his toast.)

(Squit N/R: I don't know what they had for the pizza party around Wakko's house, but it smelt like pepperoni and moldy cheese.)

Squit: (he came back downstairs after checking the bathroom) Well, he's right, it's definitely blocked. (Squit heard the others laughing from his back garden as he went out to see.) What's going on?

Wakko: Watch this.

(Wakko whacks the flowers as they laugh while Squit had his mouth agape.)

Squit: What the fuck are you doing?!

Pinky: This golf bat is fuckin' perfect, it's exactly what we've been looking for this whole time.

(Wakko whacks them again as they laugh.)

Squit: (getting furious) Sorry, was that not clear? STOP FUCKIN' VANDALISING MY GARDEN!

Brain: Oh, come on, Squit, I thought that at first, but have a go, it's fun.

Squit: Not for me, it's not.

Pesto: Oh, quit your whinin'! They're only daffodils. Fuckin' lil' show-offs. "Ooh, look at me, I'm out first, I'm all yellow and SHIT!"

Squit: Y'all fuckin' insane?!

Brain: Just have a go, it's fun. They go miles.

Squit: No! What are ya gonna do next? Tag up my bedroom? Piss through my mailbox? Do a "chipotle" in my underwear?!

Wakko: Wait, really?

Squit: NO! That's it, come on, we're going out again. Come on!

(They all leave Squit's backyard.)

(Squit N/R: Babysitting these four was exhausting, so I did what all good babysitters do: Hit the booze and let them get on with their lives.)

THE FINAL PART: THAT MIDGET-ASS PIECE OF SHIT!

(All 5 are walking down the neighbourhood in L.A in during midnight.)

Brain: Oh, Christ, I've gotta sober up! (throws away an empty lager can) What am I gonna tell my dad?

Pinky: To leave yo mama. She's a dog. (laughs)

Brain: (punches Pinky in the arm.) Fuck off.

Pinky: Oh yes. (He saw the flowers from another garden of a man's house.) Nice!

Wakko: I thought we did all these the other night?

Pinky: Yeah 'coz they grow back every day, don't they?

Squit: Or the sad rich man has replanted them at some effort and cost.

Wakko: They're in the same place. They must have grown back.

Squit: Someone's replanted them, Wakko.

Wakko: I doubt it.

Pinky: They're flowers! They grow. That's what they do. That's why nobody minds us smashing them up.

Brain: Wait, you know a lot about gardening?

Pinky: Of course! My dad gave Delia Smith a handjob 15 years ago. Plus, this is public ground, so we can do what we like.

Squit: Uhhh...no, you can't. This is someone's front garden.

Pesto: Well, where's the fence, smartass?

Brain: Gimme the golf bat, I'm going first. (Grabs a golf bag from Pinky.)

Squit: That ain't right. You shouldn't be doing this.

Pesto: (hit Squit on the head) Oh, shut up for once.

Wakko: No-one cares, Squit, everyone does it.

Squit: By the way, they definitely don't.

Pinky: In your whole life, have ya ever just done something because it was fuckin' dope?

(Brain whacks the flowers as they were laughing, except for Squit.)

Squit: Look at ya, hanging around the estate, drinking, smashing up people's gardens. You're just a teenage pregnancy away from an ASBO.

Pinky: Well, sorry, Neighbourhood Watch!

(Brain whacks them again as they were still laughing.)

Brain: Oh, come on, Squit, it's dope. See?

Squit: If my sister was in this, what would she do?

Pinky: I know what would she do.

Squit: Do ya?

Pinky: Yep. "Ooh, Fergus, ooh, Fergus, fuck me harder, in the mouth. Now quickly, get it in my fuckin' ass, Fergus."

(they all laugh again)

Squit: Fine, gimme the stupid bat. (Grabs the golf bat from Brain as he is ready to whack.) But, ya own me big time for this.

(Squit whacks the flowers for the first time as the others are chanting "OOOOOHHHHH!")

Squit: (smiling) Okay! To be fair, that was dope.

Pesto: My go.

Squit: No, one more. (He whacks them again as the others are laughing.) Okay, I changed my mind, THIS IS DOPE! LET'S DO IT AGAIN! (as he was about to do it again until...)

Man (from the bedroom window) HEY! Stay there, or I'm calling the fuckin' cops!

Squit: Fuck! Run!

(They are all running away.)

Pinky: Fuck off, you midget-ass piece of shit! (He threw an empty can towards the man's garden.)

Squit: Well, that's not helping! Is it?!

(Squit N/R: So I had become what I hated, but thanks to the beauty of alcohol, I couldn't care less.)

(Back at Squit's house, they were having pizza while "Ace Of Base's The Sign" was playing on the boombox.)

Wakko: Here, what do you ponder this one would do to a daffodil then, B?

Brain: I pondered it would smash the fuck out of it, Wak.

Wakko: Nice! I might have to borrow it and head over to that asshole's place - when the flowers have grown back.

Squit: Oh, come on, Wak. Give the midget-ass piece of shit one day off.

Pinky: Yeah, or he'll "call the fuckin' cops"!

Squit: That was fuckin' amazing! I mean, did he think for one second that would scare me? Fucking daff-loving idiot! Such an asshole.

Wakko: Yeah, what a dipshit!

Pinky: (He is looking around Squit's cutlery in the mini cabinet.) Yes! Found it! (He pulls out a rolling pin.) Squit's sister's vibrator.

Brain: Uhhh...Pinky, that's a rolling pin.

Pinky: (He sniffs it.) It's still got dat puh smell!

Squit: It's still a rolling pin.

Pinky: Whatever! (throws an empty can on the floor) I've got some unfinished business to attend to anyway, business pulling my diugh with no dogs around!

Squit: Not in my bed!

Pinky: No, of course not.

Squit: Phew. Well, that's something.

Pinky: 'Coz Wakko and Pesto are gonna be jerking off in there.

Squit: (looking unimpressed/sarcastically) Well, what a surprise.

Pesto: (holding a pink thong) Found these in the laundry basket. Oh, yes, they've still got this lovely assy smell.

(Pinky, Pesto and Wakko ran upstairs.)

Brain; Game of shots for the loser?

Squit: What about your golf?

Brain: I'm a natural, everyone says it. A couple more won't make any difference.

Squit: The drink-driver's game. Nice!

(The next morning, Squit and Brain were lying on the couch as they woke up.)

(Squit N/R: The next morning, we were woken by a terrible banging. Either Pinky was having the most aggressive, dopiest jerking off ever, or something even more worrying was happening.)

Squit: Dafuq is that noise?

Brain: Fuck, my head is killing me. What's that fuckin' noise?

Squit: I think someone's at the front door.

Brain: It's pretty early, isn't it?

Squit: Well, it doesn't seem early to me.

Brain: What do ya mean? (He checks the time on his watch as he freaks out and falls off the couch.) FUCK! It's fucking 9:40! I should of been getting ready for golf 40 minutes ago! (He puts on his sneakers and grabs the keys.) I really need to go before it's too late!

Squit: Well, if I were you, my friend, I wouldn't leave just yet.

Brain: What do you mean? I'm already gonna be late!

Squit: Shall we see who's trying to smash the door down before you head out? Just hold on. (He runs to the other room.)

(silence)

Squit: (from the other room) GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Brain: Squit, are you okay, what's wrong?! (He runs to the other room where Squit is.)

Squit: (checking through the window looking scared) Uh oh! Uh oh!

Brain: What happened?

Squit: (scared) Heh heh heh. Uhhh...Brain. Do you remember the man whose garden we destroyed?

Brain: What, that midget-ass piece of shit?

Squit: Yes, except he's not that small, he looks fucking hard!

Brain: (gasp) Oh no. You don't mean it's F...f...f...f…?

Squit: Yep, it's Fowlmouth.

Brain: (scared) Oh fuck, we're dead.

(Fowlmouth is still smashing the door looking pissed.)

Fowlmouth: (outside of the window) Come out, come out, whoever you are! (Holding a baseball bat) 'Coz my bat says "I'm about ta (BANG) ...FUCK…(BANG)...YOU…(BANG)...UP"!

Brain: I've gotta get to golf right now, I've got 2 missed calls, my dad is so gonna be pissed off at me.

(Fowlmouth was about to look for them through the window.)

Squit: Fuck! Hide!

(They hide on the floor)

(silence)

Brain: Is he gone?

(Fowlmouth went for the back door.)

Squit: Shit! He's gonna try the back door.

Brain: So?

Squit: What if Wakko's left it open again?

Brain: Oh, shit!

(Squit and Brain crawled quietly to the kitchen to see Pesto and Wakko eating leftover pizza.)

Wakko: Uhhh...Brain, shouldn't you be at golf by now? It is getting late.

Squit: Wakko, the back door!

Wakko: No worries, I locked it this time.

Squit: Guys, get down!

Pesto: Why?

Squit: Trouble!

Pesto: Oh, yeah. Who's gonna stop me?!

(Fowlmouth saw Pesto and Wakko from the kitchen window.)

Fowlmouth: HEY!

(silence)

(Pesto and Wakko turned to Fowlmouth from the window slowly as they hid down the floor.)

Squit: (sarcastically) Yep, good job, Pesto, that should have fooled him.

Pesto: Shit, is that Fowlmouth!?

Brain: (checking his phone) Shit, another missed call from my dad! What are we gonna do?

Fowlmouth: (from the window) I know you're in there!

Wakko: Let's go back in the living room.

Squit: How's that gonna help?

Pesto: We just farted in here.

(Brain and Squit look disgusted, then they were crawling back to the living room.)

Brain: Oh, God, Wakko, I'm in its wake! It's like you're carrying it in your pants!

(Pinky came downstairs)

Pinky: Dafuq is dat noise, motherfuckas?!

Wakko: We're under attack from the midget-ass piece of shit.

Pinky: What?!

Squit: He's basically correct. We're being threatened by Fowlmouth.

Pinky: Wait...FOWLMOUTH?!

Fowlmouth: (from outside) Come out here like a man, bitch!

Pinky: Does he know I'm here also?

Squit: I don't see how he could.

Pinky: Good, As a matter of fact, I'm going back to bed. (Pinky ran back upstairs.)

Dr. Springett: (from outside) Yoo-hoo! I heard a banging.

(Squit crawls to the front door as Dr. Springett was about to open it and slams the door shut with his foot which it hits Dr. Springett's face, Squit crawls back to the living room.)

Squit: Fucking Dr. Springett!

(Meanwhile in the living room, all 4 were hiding on the floor.)

Fowlmouth: I know you're in there, I saw da bitch! (bangs the window) Come out and do some vandalism now, goddamnit!

Squit: See? I told ya it was vandalism.

Brain: Oh, my God, my dad's gonna kill me if he finds out about this.

Squit: I think this guy might kill you first because he already found OUT!

Fowlmouth: I know who ya are!

Brain: Wait, he knows who ya are!?

Pesto: Shit, he knows who ya are.

Wakko: (teasing) Everyone knows who ya are!

Squit: (annoyed) Not now, Wak.

Wakko: Ha.

Fowlmouth: I know you're in there, I can see your feet!

(Wakko's legs are fully stretched.)

Squit: WAK!

Wakko: (folds his legs) Sorry, I have pins and needles.

Brain: (begs) Please, Squit, say something to him. See if he'll just let me out.

Squit: Are ya fuckin' insane? Listen to him.

Brain: Please, I'm begging you, for my dad. This golf thing is massive for him.

Wakko: C'mon, what's the worst he could do?

Squit: (sarcastically) Well, l dunno. Hit me really hard?! Put me to fuckin' sleep?!

(Pesto grabs Squit by the sweater furiously, threatening him.)

Pesto: If ya don't fix this right this very second, IMMA PUT YA TO FUCKIN' SLEEP!

Fowlmouth: There's an old lady with a broken nose out here!

Squit: God! Fine.

(Squit stands up to face Fowlmouth through the window.)

Squit: Now, sir.

Fowlmouth: Come out, ya pussy!

Squit: I think we should all take a breath, try and calm down.

Fowlmouth: You're telling me to calm down? Calm down?! I'll smash the shit outta your garden and see how ya fuckin' like it!

Squit: OK, I've got a really bad hangover, so if you aren't willing to have a sensible conversation, I'm gonna shut the curtains.

Fowlmouth: Ya takin' a moral fuckin' high ground?! Is that what ya doing?!

Squit: (grabs the curtains and closing them slowly.) OK, I'm gonna close these now.

Fowlmouth: You think that's gonna stop me?

Squit: I'm closing them now.

Fowlmouth: You think I give a fuck?

Squit: About to close!

Fowlmouth: Y'all bunch of fucking vandals! I'd call the cops...

Squit: Closing…

Fowlmouth: ...but I wanna deal with you myself...

Squit: ...closing…

Fowlmouth: ...by KICKIN' YA ASS!

Squit: ...and quarter-way there, close. (He shuts the curtains to avoid seeing Fowlmouth from the window as Brain, Wakko and Pesto stands up.)

Pesto: He's gone.

Wakko: Good job.

Brain: (sarcastically) That's your solution?

Squit: (frustrated) Well, do you have a better idea or what?

Brain: Oh, God. Oh, God, my dad is never, ever gonna forgive me.

Wakko: Would ya like some more pizza?

Squit: Uhhh...sure. Don't see why not.

(Pinky came to the living room, looking upset.)

Pesto: Y'Okay?

Pinky: Okay? Motherfucka, do I look "okay" to you? Just got a text from my dad. He's had Benji put down. Said once they start shitting indoors, it's basically the end, anyway. Kindest thing to do. (sniff) What have I done? (sniff) I'll never jerk off again! (Pinky lied down on the couch and cries into tears.)

Pesto: (hugs Pinky and comforts him) Come on, bro, you will. You will.

(police siren)

Brain: That'll probably be the police.

Squit: Yeah, you're right.

(Squit checks through the window again to see the cops but notices his sister is there as well.)

Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake.

Brain: Is it them?

Squit: Yep, but It's even worse. It's my sis.

(Squit N/R: It had been an interesting few days. I'd squashed a harmless rodent, found out that the toliet's clogged, and seen evidence that Pinky, Pesto and Wakko were surprisingly creative with Fowlmouth's property. The only good news was that, having spent the weekend being fucked by a ginger stranger, my sis was dumped immediately, because, and I quote, "He couldn't be dealing with sibling rivalry." Ha. Asshole.)

Brain: Should we start panicking now?

Squit: Yep, good idea.

THE END!

Hope you liked episode 2 of my fanfic series. See ya. Thx for reading.

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Advice To Have An Optimal Arts And Crafts Experience

Rock Painting Ideas

Have you been looking for something which your and you children can perform together? Arts and crafts is the perfect means for your and you also kids to start out focusing on a thing that can lead to an attractive project. Here are just a number of crafts and arts tips that can help get you started.

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Work on arts and crafts along with your children. It is also a great way to learn interesting things together, although this is often a great way to teach them the things you know. By spending some time together on crafts and arts, you will be building memories as well as a stronger relationship.

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Try to find ways to turn your craft in a lucrative way to make money about the side. You might find that your particular crafting skills may also be used as being a valuable skill that others would be happy to pay you to accomplish. Woodworkers can fix furniture, people who sew can mend or tailor clothing. This will provide you with more income to invest pursuing your craft.

You can attempt adding a little water into it to help make it usable again if you have a lot of paint that is all dried up. When it has loosened things up, place a modest amount of water from the bottle and allow it to sit for a time, then shake it and discover.

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Solvent or any other chemical compound inside your art projects, it is crucial for you to do this inside a place that has plenty of ventilation, should you use any kind of paint. You will be putting yourself as well as others in danger when they inhale too lots of the fumes which come from the materials.

Have you ever recycle old tins and bottles for the craft projects? They are often covered with labels which can be quite challenging to remove, you might already know. One method to make removal easier would be to soak the object in warm water for ten minutes. Afterwards, you should certainly eliminate the old label easily. For labels that happen to be particularly difficult to remove, use a thick layer of cooking oil to them. Let it soak overnight with this oil. The next day, the label should peel right off.

You can use your crafts and arts skills to create cards for many occasions. When you have made your card how you will would like it to look, bring it to your printing shop. You happen to be passing it on a much more professional look in this way, although yes, you are making the credit card yourself.

To help keep yourself safe following a day of painting, make certain you wash your hands thoroughly in tepid to warm water and soap once you have cleared up all of your current equipment. A lot of the chemicals connected with painting are toxic, and you do not want some of them to get into the foodstuff which you eat or even to get rubbed within your eyes.

You can attempt adding a little water into it in order to make it usable again if you have plenty of paint which is all dried up. Place a modest amount of water inside the bottle and give it time to sit for a while, then shake it and discover when it has loosened things up.

Try decorating a bottle. Browse around your property, or neighborhood, for used jars and bottles. Clean them up by soaking them in hot soapy water for 10 mins. If they are still wet you may remove any labeling easily. Then you can paint them, glue beads to them, fill these with colored sand, or reuse them as storage for additional craft supplies.

Now you ought to be ready to begin. The sky may be the limit. Then, get the whole family involved. You may all love the ultimate product and also the connection with creating it together.

Sound Advice For Your Camper In Training

There is nothing more exciting than the usual well planned camping trip. You are able to interact with the natural world and in addition connect with yourself in a way that is just not possible inside the daily world. You will enjoy hiking or building a campfire. The following advice will allow you to make sure that you enjoy your upcoming camping trip.

If you are planning to go camping, you don't have to be a boy scout to be ready. Among the first rules is usually to be sure to tell somebody where you will certainly be. Offer a general idea of major roads nearby or perhaps GPS coordinates once you know them and offer a timeframe of once you decide to return if there isn't a precise spot to give.

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With camping, comes the campfire. Make sure your campfire is in an open space and far enough far from brush or trees so that you don't run the danger of a stray spark catching them on fire. Surround the fire with stones to keep it contained. Most importantly, never leave any campfire unattended. Ensure that the campfire is extinguished completely if you have to leave for any excuse.

When your canteen is starting to smell musty, you may give it an effective cleaning with baking soda. Place some water in your canteen, then add three tablespoons of baking soda. Shake gently, allow it sit for sixty minutes, and then rinse with water. Your canteen is going to be refreshingly clean!

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It is very important possess a flashlight whenever you camp, but ensure the batteries are fully charged. One method to make certain the batteries don't accidentally drain about the journey would be to put them in the flashlight backwards. This way in the event the switch is accidentally engaged, they stay charged. Plus, you understand the location where the batteries are.

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Pack extra flashlights and plenty of batteries for your personal camping trip. When the sun has set it is nice to experience a way to obtain light. Sufficient light may help you avoid falling or bumping into to animals. If you have kids with you, be sure they each have their own flashlight.

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