#what do you mean my home search bar is on the bottom?? i can't put it back on the top all of the guides are talking about

[apocalyptic-dancehall]

ooough. updated my iphone and oh my god it's not that much worth it

[nyuoqi]

            — PLEASE DON'T HIT (ON) ME!     ౨ৎ     PGW

O17.    finding wonbin

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you have your fair share of embarrassing moments. one of it being punching a guy's nose for a plushie (which you did not get at the end). but what will you do when he ended up going to the same class as you. wait, oh no! he recognised you. now you're in for one hell of a ride.

989 wc (not proofread)

Coming home to the sight of you lounging around the house is no longer an odd sight for Gunwook.

What is an odd sight, though, is seeing you pacing around back and forth with your hand on your mouth as you lightly bite on your nails— a habit you only pick up whenever you're anxious.

Upon hearing the sound of the door coming unlocked, you immediately stop pacing around and turn your head towards the door sharply— only for you to sigh deeply when the person at the door is not who you're expecting to see.

Gunwook scoffs at you, "I know that I'm not a pleasant sight to you but there's absolutely no need for you to sigh whenever you see me. " He jokes and walks towards you after hanging his coat on the rack near the front door.

"What are you even so anxious about— " His words are cut off shortly by you, "Have you seen Wonbin? Or even heard from him at least? "

Gunwook frowns at this, having neither seen or heard from Wonbin today since he came home after hanging out with you today. He shook his head and asks why.

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. 

"Gunwook, we need to go out right now. " His question is brushed off as your fingers hook into the fabric of his clothing as you drag him towards the front door.

Hooking your fingers off his clothing, Gunwook opts to holding your hand instead and asks you why again.

Instead of answering his question, you decide to ignore it yet again and put on your coats in a hurry. When you try to put Gunwook's coat on him, he grabs your hand again and asks you the same question.

"I'm not letting go of your hand before you tell me what's going on. " Your hand is now squeezed tightly in his hold. "Until you tell me what's going on with Wonbin and why you're clearly not in a right state of mind. "

You chews on the bottom of your lips and let out a sigh. "Wonbin's missing. "

"What? " Gunwook screeched and let go of your hand. 

"I mean, he's not technically missing but he told me that he will come home late tonight but he hasn't been reading my texts since like eleven thirty. " Those words fell deaf to Gunwook's ears as he quickly put on his coat and shoes. He even helps put your shoes on.

The car ride is silent as Gunwook drives towards Wonbin's work place— a humble cafe in a busy street. 

Most stores are already closed considering the time aside from a few bars and pubs which are still full with people. Gunwook opts going into those bars and pubs to search for Wonbin but you decide against, knowing that Wonbin would tell you if he were to go into one.

It has been over forty-five minutes since you and Gunwook have been driving around the street and you guys are still unable to track down Wonbin.

All phone calls are redirected towards his voicemail and you can't even ask around since neither of you know the people around much and neither does Wonbin.

"Hey Y/n? " Gunwook calls you, breaking the silence. You hum a reply— too tired to even reply properly. Your eyelids are halfway open and are about to close anytime soon. "I don't think Wonbin is around here. Should we go back home and try again tomorrow? "

Your eyes are suddenly wide open as you turned your head towards Gunwook who slows down the car to look at you. 

You feel your throat goes dry as you croak out a small "Sure. "

"Your dorm? " He asks again and you just nod, your eyes already closing as you slowly drift away to dreamland.

After driving around for a few minutes, Gunwook realises that you have never tell him the address to your house.

"Hey, you never tell me where your house is. " He turns his head towards you only to find you snoring lightly as sleep has taken over your body. He glances at the time and feels his heart clenches at your tired state. 

Gunwook decided to let you rest more as he drives to his house instead.

Getting you into the lift and to his house on his back while making sure that you're still sleeping soundly is surely a challenge— especially with you tossing around so often. Gunwook however manages to put you down on his bed without waking you up.

It isn't until he brushes your hair away from your face that you stir awake. "Are we home yet? " You mumble your question as you're still not fully awake.

"No. I don't know your address and didn't want to wake you up. " Gunwook rubs your head in a calming manner.

"Sorry for being such a burden to you. You must be tired of driving around until early in the morning. " You try sitting up from his bed but Gunwook holds you down. "It's nothing. You must've been more tired. Go to sleep. "

"Then where are you going to sleep at? " Gunwook smiles softly and stands up from the mattress. "I can just sleep on the couch. "

You shake your head and hold his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Gunwook stares at your hand enveloping his wrist before trailing his eyes towards yours. 

You lock eyes with him briefly before scooting over to the side of Gunwook's bed, leaving a space beside you big enough for him to fit in.

"Sleep beside me. " Your hand pat the vacant space beside you, inviting Gunwook to sleep beside you. "I don't think that I can sleep alone with all this overthinking. "

Gunwook smiles and joins you in the bed, one of his pillow wedges between the both of you to prevent you guys ending up in any awkward situation.

"Goodnight. " Gunwook wishes softly.

"You too, goodnight. "

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[withahappyrefrain]

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Saw that post and immediately thought about what a handsy-drunk Venus is. It's never anything PG though which Hangman can never figure out how it happens.

Like he'll be standing sober as the DD for the night, then he'll just feel Venus pinch his butt. Or she'll just stare at him for an alarming amount of time and before he can ask if he has anything on his face, she squeezes his chest with both hands.

Drunk Venus is the epitome of "I'm doing this on behalf of the girlies and the gays." A scientist, if you will

Jake looks across the crowd at the Hard Deck. It had been several hours and he knew things would be wrapping up soon.

It's not quiet by any means, but there is a distinct sound missing that puts Jake on high alert.

Venus.

Usually when Jake couldn't see her, he was still able to hear her. The sound of her singing along to whatever Bradshaw was playing, slightly off key but still absolutely endearing. Her laugh right before she began teasing Javy. Or her sweet voice nearly yelling "Hey ladies! Have ya met Bob?"

There wasn't any of that. Jake put his hands on his hips, scanning the bar in search of his fiancé. He was about to walk up to Penny when he felt a pinch on his ass, followed by a familiar giggle.

"V!" Jake could feel warmth flushing his cheeks as he turned around to face Venus.

She continued to giggle, her eyes glazed and her arms swaying slightly.

"How many shots did you take?" Jake asked immediately.

"Two? Maybe three? I had to loosen Bob up so he'd talk to the girl he's been staring at all night!" She defended, words only slightly slurred.

"And how's that going?"

"He's talking to her! Hopefully he doesn't throw up on her shoes like last time."

Hopefully Jake and Venus would be long gone if that did indeed happen again.

She took a step forward, a giggle escaping her mouth, "Hi Jake."

"Hi Venus," Jake smiled, gently placing his hands on her hips to steady her body.

"Did you know that my name means Venus? Like my actual name?" Jake did know. She had revealed that nugget of information the first time she got drunk around him.

"I do! It also means morning star, which is fitting because your beauty rivals the sunrise," He responded, reveling in how she bit her bottom lip, clearly flustered.

"You're so corny." She tried her best to say it with a straight face and failed adorably, a huge smile breaking out instead of her signature eye roll, "You're so fucking hot."

Jake had something witty, something flirty to say back. But all thoughts left his blonde head upon feeling her hands grab fistfuls of his ass through his kaki pants.

"Venus. Hey V-Danica!" He practically hissed as she continued her ministrations.

She simply looked up, resting her head on his chest. If it weren't for her previous actions, Venus would appear innocent.

Jake knew better.

"Are you trying to tell me it's time for us to go?" He couldn't help but chuckle. The change in her from when they first met to now was practically night and day. She was now comfortable to be herself around him.

"No, I just want to feel my fiancé's ass. Think of it as my way of repaying you for your patriotic duties, or whatever they call it," She explained.

"Well, as much as I love it when you repay me, I don't necessarily love the idea of getting honorable discharged for indecent behavior." Normally Jake could give less of a shit about PDA, he loved it when Venus felt more daring and open with affection. But the weight of his uniform had become all too present.

"Fine," Venus scoffed, "Even though it makes zero sense how the guy who shows off his tits every chance he gets when we go to the beach doesn't have an exhibitionism kink."

"I do not have a-Venus!" Jake cut himself off upon feeling her hands squeezing his chest.

"What? Your tits looked lonely, I can't let them think your ass is the favorite," she explained, as though it was perfectly reasonable.

"Alright, we're going home."

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Red Lipstick

Character: James "Bucky" Barnes

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes x Profesor Fem!Reader.

Inspired by: Ojos Negros - Ricardo Montaner

Warnings: First Meetings. Rainy day. Storms. Fluff! So Fluff. Funny. Bucky!White Wolf. Mentions of New Avengers. Post!TFATWS. Post!Endgame.

Author's Note: Hello everyone. I hope you're doing well. I just pass here to post this fic in thanks for all the replies, all the mentions in a lot of recs fics, and this is 'cause you likes my writing.

So thanks you! It means so so much.

I'm not having a good days and I need to clear my mind and stop thinking because otherwise I will continue crying ... Your replies always makes me smile. Is a caress from my broken heart in this moment.

I hope from the bottom of my heart that this fic likes you and thanks you for all the replies. Thank you. 💖

XOXO 😘

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Ojos negros en el cielo de una noche fría, labios rojos que me hablaban y yo no la oía. ¿Tienes cuántos años? Pregunte, de repente con una excusa le invite un café....

- Damn storm! - I quickly stop under a small awning of one of the few shops that are open at 9:30 on a Saturday and I see how on the other side of the window, the clerk looks at me with a pout as if I were a hindrance to your local. I beckoned her to the pouring rain outside the awning, but all she does is ask me "delicately" with her hands to leave. I let out a sigh as I look for a place to take refuge without being kicked out and I remember the small coffee shop that is a block from here, so I manage to put the little black patent leather bag on my head and go for it. With each step I take, the rain seems to get stronger, and I notice it in my red jacket, which begins to be seen from the water that comes into contact with it. When I feel a kind of bump against my head, I give up, took the bag off my head knowing that it is already a disaster that will be accompanied by frizz in less than an hour and I walk the last stretch until he pushed the small door of glass of the place, feeling sure that God is not trying to drown me with so much water on my head.

My burning throat and my lungs that thank me for not running, calm my heartbeat that seems about to indicate that I am going to have a damn cardiac arrest. I approach the bar while I look for where the bathroom is and when I see my reflection against one of the windows of the small bar, I feel that my soul falls to the floor: the only makeup I'm wearing, which is mascara and eyeliner, are running down my cheeks as if I were the weeping woman coming out of the TV of an abandoned house. There is hardly any trace of my waves and my lipstick is barely smudged, apparently it is the only "waterproof" thing that sticks to its work.

Once I locate the bathroom, as soon as a waiter approaches, I ask him politely if I can come in, but he shakes his head as he sees me somewhat scared.

- Sorry, but only clients can use the bathroom.

Sure, of course. Did the rain make you an idiot?

- Of course, a cup of tea will be fine. Thanks.

The man in his 70s walks away muttering a Chuck Berry song that plays through the small speakers as I reach for my wallet to pay for my drink, but can't find it in my pocket. Maybe I dropped it when I ran here? Just thinking about it feels like the blood escapes from my body.

I open the backpack quickly while I feel that someone is watching me from my side, and as soon as I look up from the bag to see who it is, I do not find any curious attentive to my actions. I go back to my search and when I don't see the little white wallet on the black background, I release a curse.

What I was missing .... I remembered the last moments before leaving home and I remember that Alanis was practically inside my bag, looking for something to entertain her and I only have a second before seeing that the screen of my cell phone lights up and a Rose's message confirms that Alanis has my wallet.

It is impossible to curse a 3-year-old girl.

Before the waiter comes over with the drink, I peek around one corner of the bar and wipe off the rest of my makeup with a napkin so I don't look scared again.

- Sorry to bother you, but I won't have that tea. I hope you did not prepare - He barely smiled as I feel the heat begin to invade my cheeks. Suddenly I feel like everyone is looking at me even though they aren't, yet I mutter under my breath - I've forgotten my wallet.

The man just nods and I turn around while I wait for God to have mercy on me and I dispatch a taxi as quickly as possible to prevent me from getting any more water-soaked to college and for Cameron to be there to pay for it for me.

I will be the laughingstock of my students.

I quickly arrange things in the bag, I looked at me for a second in the reflection of the bar and when I feel that I do not look scary enough, I let out a long sigh, but instantly I feel a noise in front of me as I see that a small cup of white color with hot tea is in front of where I am leaning.

- I told you I can't afford it, sir.

- And I don't say that you have to do it - The man smiles at me as he indicates to the other side of the bar - The young man who is there invites you to tea.

I look in the direction the man is pointing and there are more than four men at the bar, all too old to be young. Before I even asked him who it was that took pity on me, I realize the meaning of the cup and run to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered and I see the mirror, I take off the rest of my makeup, try to erase the traces of the disaster that the rain caused with a little foundation and put the glasses back on while I feel like a person again. I do what I can with my hair and go out to have that drink quickly, but I realize that it is from a stranger.

What if someone is trying to poison me? Or kidnap me?

- This doesn't have poison, does it?

The man next to me, of the same age as the waiter, laughs before turns at my side and gives me a light tap on the arm - Stay calm, dear. Here if we want to get a woman we do not use those methods.

The blush rose again and I shook my head as I pushed the mug to the other side of the bar.

- If you say so, but I'm still late.

- I would not say no to the young man.

- Is he some kind of gangster? - He murmured in a knowing tone while the man only let out a laugh.

- No, he's a good man with a job ... Something particular. But he is a good man.

He smiled as I took a drink of the tea and let out a sigh at the feel of the herbs and the warmth of it. Is incredible. I drink the rest of it in one go and notice that in the distance, a man is watching me intently behind his coffee cup, a man I did not notice on my previous inspection. I cannot utter a word but I cannot deny that he is attractive, very attractive although with an aura of fear or perhaps pain. And with blue eyes that I think are capable of making anyone forget words.

I finish the tea with a smile and I thank the man next to me, who murmurs to me that I am good to him, for the young man with blue eyes, I imagine, because he is somewhat "rusty" regarding women.

I walk away from the bar and as soon as I get to the side of the man in question, he turns to me, frowning as if he hadn't been looking at me for the last five minutes.

- Thanks, you shouldn't have bothered.

- About what? - His voice makes a chill run through my body and I nervously finger the strip of my bag.

- The tea.

He shakes his head while he leaves some bills on the bar to the waiter and he smiles at him, as if they were accomplices of something. - You'll thank me later, Wolf.

- If you say so, Grant

Wolf? The stranger is completely turn himself until we are face to face, and at the same height.

- Why do you think it was me?

- Because you did not stop looking at me as if I was going to fall round at the first sip of tea.

The "blue-eyed prince" as my mind calls him from this moment on he begins to laugh at the same time as he drops his head, with a hint of shyness.

- I heard you needed to go to the bathroom, and that you lost your wallet.

- You are very attentive to conversations.

- Unfortunately I have a very developed hearing.

This time we both laugh as he stands and I mentally reprimand myself when my mind reminds me of my weakness for tall men. He is wearing a leather jacket with a blue t-shirt and I notice that one of his hands is wearing gloves. Gloves in the middle of summer? Who knows ...

- Really thanks. I did not want to be forced to present myself in front of my students as if I were La Llorona.

He frowns at the mention of the movie as if he doesn't know it.

- La llorona is from a horror movie. Haven't you seen it?

He shakes his head as he takes a few steps away from me and he starts to walk towards the door with me, but he gets close enough to take the little doorknob and open the door for me.

Oh god ... This has to be a joke. A man with gentlemanly manners?

The torrential rain makes an appearance and I pray that a taxi will show up before I return to join the water, but the stranger next to me sees me and touches my shoulder as he shows me a blue umbrella.

- You haven't brought an umbrella from what I see.

- That happens to me for not paying attention to my cousin. She had warned me about the rain ... I thought it was a joke.

I admit as I see the blue-eyed man extend the umbrella towards me and I shake my head, walking away as if it were hot iron.

- Take it, you need it more than I do.

- No, no. I can not accept it.

- Come on, at least have it until you get a taxi - I shake my head and I see that his gaze becomes opaque, I would even say slightly annoyed by my answer - Please. I can wait here.

- Why are you doing this? I don't know you and you don't know me.

- I simply wanted to help the beautiful young woman with red lips - I feel the air escape me and I forget for a minute about the class that I am already late for, that there is rain outside and that I am talking to a stranger who he might as well be a psychopath - I shouldn't have said that.

- What's your name? I am Emily.

Against all odds, and against my mind, I stop thinking and take a little leap into the void.

- James - He extends his hand to me and I take it without hesitation. A kind of electricity jumps between us that makes us laugh as soon as we separate, and I see that the rain begins to subside, as if some of this had been the key to stop it - But everyone who knows me calls me Bucky.

- Well, thanks, Bucky. Seriously, you saved this woman from being the laughingstock of college.

- I don't think you can be ...

- My students are difficult. Very difficult. More than 20-year-olds look like 13-year-olds.

He laughs again as soon as we see a taxi peek around the corner and I rushed to try to get out, but Bucky goes ahead and stops him for me. He walks over to where I am and places the umbrella over my head. He walks with me silently to the door of the taxi, which he gently opens and I turn to him before entering.

- I don't know how to thank you for what you did for me.

- It's nothing, doll. Lately, I am very good at helping people.

He downplays it and my cell phone starts ringing. I see the screen light up and Cameron's name invades it.

- I have to go. Duty calls me - I smile at him as I approach him and in a small impulse of courage, I give him a kiss on the cheek to hurry into the car.

- Bye Bucky.

- Bye. Hope to see you again, doll.

"Me too" I murmured as soon as the taxi got away from that little cafe.

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- What do you have with rainy days? - I listen to Cameron through the earpiece as I approach one of the huge windows of a building that serve as a mirror to put on my red lipstick.

- They're special.

She just laughs and I hear footsteps behind me. I know who is it. He looked away from my reflection in the mirrored glass to see how he's leaning against one of the stoplight posts, watching my movements intently.

- I'll leave you, Cam. Let's talk tomorrow?

- Of course, you leave me for an Avenger. For that alone I allow it. Enjoy it for me - I laugh as he cuts the call and ditch the earpiece without paying attention to him.

- I'll never get tired of seeing you do that. You know?

He smirks as I watch him move closer until I turn around and wrap his arms around me. I feel his lips against my hair and I focus on the here and now. I feel the little raindrops falling down his jacket onto my face and I enjoy them.

- I'll never get tired of seeing you - He tightens his grip around me even more and only pulls away to rest his lips against mine in a soft kiss.

- You and your weakness with seeing women put on makeup.

- Only you - I separate from him and take him by the hands while I pull him towards the light drizzle towards the small coffee shop where we met - Will you invite me a coffee once and for all?

- Just because I want to show off about you - I scoff and hear him laugh behind my back - I really like to show off that my boyfriend is part of the Avengers.

- Is that just why you love me?

- For many other things, but it would be very scandalous to say them aloud in the middle of the street - He laughs at my tone of complicity and lets himself be carried away by my somewhat accelerated steps - We do not want that you lose the image of authority that you have, Sergeant.

- Tell me again, Sergeant, and I promise you that I wouldn't mind losing my authority here in the middle of the street.

The change in his voice makes a chill run through my body and I know that he will not have the slightest compunction in fulfilling his promise.

- Maybe, if you hurry, we'll talk about it later.

- Don't play with me, doll.

- Never, White Wolf.

[beomglocks]

sk8ter boi ; c.bg

summary : he was a boy, she was a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

pairing : skaterboy!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : reader already has a child with yeonjun ok, beomgyu still pining after all these years, based off queen avril lavigne’s sk8ter boi song, listen while reading if you want 

w/c : 2.1K (i may have gotten carried away)

"where'd you get that note and roses from?" your friend maria asks you when you get into class. you wipe away your smile quickly, already knowing who the mystery person was. "i don't know."

yeah, of course you knew. how could you not when the boy oh so clumsily shoved them in your locker while you were literally turning the corner. he tried to act like he wasn't doing anything but he was clearly caught. he tried to play it off in the best way possible and smooth talk his way into a conversation with you but you shut him down due to the bell ringing.

"oh- oh ok sure...yeah," beomgyu stumbled over his words, nervousness eating away at him with you being here. "yo gyu you coming? i just finished fixing my drum kit," his friend, jeongin, calls him over, interrupting your already over conversation.

"you should go...but thanks for whatever you just threw in my locker," you laugh. he nods hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "dude," jeongin now stands in your vicinity. he looks at you and beomgyu before pulling away his best friend to where the spare band room was.

"well open the letter, we wanna know who your little secret admirer is," maria says, leaning onto your desk. your other friends agree, eager to know who was pining over you. you laugh nervously before opening it. you're not sure how they'll react to finding out that it's beomgyu.

you see, you wouldn't exactly call yourself the prettiest girl in the school but hell it sure was close. almost everyone would compliment you every day even if it was something minor like a change in your nail color. you kind of prided yourself in that, not to gas yourself up or anything.

someone like beomgyu...well. he wasn't exactly the ideal guy, to put it simply. he was a skater boy, he hung out with the "simple boys" who skated and did music and hung out around the skate parks after school. he wasn't the scholar type like soobin or the athlete type like yeonjun, he was simple.

you liked simple but your friends didn't. they had preferences for people like soobin and yeonjun, not people like beomgyu. you could probably guess they felt like beomgyu was the bottom of the barrel, like a roach on their foot not worthy of their time.

you pull the letter out of the envelope. for some reason without even trying, you could smell his cologne all over it. you want to smile at the obvious try hard gesture but your friends don't allow it. "what the fuck is that smell, it's so strong," maria gags. you roll your eyes at her dramatics. "it doesn't smell that bad."

"yes the fuck it does," she retorts. "just see what it says." you read over the letter, smiling at certain parts where you could tell he'd done his research on the things you liked. "it's from beomgyu," you say when you finish the letter. you already knew this anyway but maria's eyes go wide and she suddenly snatches the letter from your grasp. "hey!"

"CHOI beomgyu?" she asks while she reads the letter herself. "yeah?" you confirm.

your other friends mumble amongst themselves and you can hear some snicker. "y/n you could do so much better. beomgyu is like a street rat or something. don't do that to yourself," she laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever said. you don't think beomgyu's that bad but you also don't stand up for him, simply biting your lip as she continues.

"he barely comes to school and when he does all he does is sleep. he skates with those other weirdos and thinks he's gonna make it big with his shitty guitar playing- i mean have you heard him?" she rolls her eyes, throwing the letter back on your desk. "you should go out with yeonjun, i think yall would be a cute couple. the prettiest girl with the coolest guy, your babies would be so damn cute."

"babies?!" you laugh at her ridiculousness. "yes! have you seen choi yeonjun?" she sighs in content. "anyways, don't pay beomgyu any mind because he's not gonna make it in life. go for someone like yeonjun and please for the love of god throw that letter away!"

you never did throw the letter away. you sigh as you think back to your high school years. you had just found it hidden behind one of the closet drawers while you were looking for valkyrie's binkie. she was crying so much since her father had gone out for the day and you were stuck taking care of her, as always.

you wonder how beomgyu was doing. you both talked after the fact but fell off during college since he had gone off to do his own thing. you didn't know what that thing was but you were proud of him nonetheless. you finished high school, went to college, got a good paying job, and were now married with a kid. all at the young age of 21. the typical life, you figure.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your child crying in the next room. "shit," you mumble to yourself. you leave the letter in your drawer and head back to the living room with the binkie. "valkyrie~" you sing song.

she continues crying, not giving a fuck about your efforts to calm her. she was usually a bit of a daddy's girl. "val please stop crying," you exasperate. "daddy's not coming home until late today. cut me some slack babygirl."

you slip the binkie into her mouth but her shrill cries go right through it. "let me go see if you need a diaper change," you mutter.

before you can even get up from the couch you hear your phone ring from somewhere in the couch. "shit where did i put my phone?" you put valkyrie down to look for your phone but it stops ringing before you can begin searching. you wait for it to ring again you find it between the cracks of the couch.

"oh hey mari," you say in confusion. after high school ended, you and maria kind of fell off along with all your other popular friends. you still had that clout all throughout college given who you were dating but you kind of strayed away from her. you guys were still on speaking terms though but this call was odd since it had been months since the last time she called.

"GIRL-" she pauses for a moment, still as dramatic as ever. "what it is mari? val won't stop crying she needs attention," you sigh, looking over at your daughter. her cries had gotten softer but she was still grumpy about not being with her father.

"girl turn on your tv to MTV right now- like right now before you miss it!" she says hurriedly. "this better be good you know i dont watch those shows," you say into the phone. you place the phone between your ear and shoulder so you can hold valkyrie while watching whatever it was that maria wanted you to watch.

then you see it. "is that-?" you begin. "CHOI beomgyu! yes girl!" maria finishes your sentence. she's right. there he is, the boy you were just thinking about was on your tv screen. "he's famous?" you ask.

maria sucks her teeth, "apparently after high school and like a year or two of college, he dropped out to pursue a music career and i guess it worked out for him." you nod even though she can't see you. "he signed with a label and now he's in like some super fucking famous band, look at him," she continues.

you stare at your tv screen in silence, watching beomgyu have the time of his life on the MTV stage. he really did get good on his guitar. the camera pans to the drummer and your eyes go wide when you see jeongin. wow, they really stayed together this whole time.

"he's fine as hell," you admit. you hear maria cackle on the other side, "you said it, he looks so attractive playing guitar like that, look at his fingers."

"ok alright maria, i have a child right next to me," you say. she laughs again, "anyways, i got tickets to their next show. you wanna come with?"

you're not sure how you managed to convince yeonjun to stay home with the baby while you went out with maria to this concert, but you did it. he was skeptical of letting you go out with what you were wearing which is why you both argued before you eventually stormed out to go anyways.

when you met up with maria outside the venue she looked up and down with a knowing smile. "i thought that pussy belonged to mr. choi yeonjun? what're you all dressed up for?"

"dressed up?" all you were wearing was a black and white bandana for a top and tight leather pants and comfortable shoes. "do the pants really have to hug your ass like that though?" she jokingly slaps your butt and you glare at her. "that's what yeonjun said," you mumble to yourself.

the concert goes smoothly and you're glad you actually got to see beomgyu in person and playing guitar. one thing about choi beomgyu is that he will play guitar like it's his last day on earth. he plays with so much intensity that you almost feel bad for the guitar.

you could almost feel how the crowd's energy in this packed room transferred to the members. if it was even possible, they started to play with more vigor.

at some point, beomgyu was full on immersed in his own playing. his once fluffy hair was now soaked with sweat and covering his forehead and eyes. he kept headbanging along to the beat while skillfully moving his fingers along the strings of the guitar.

during the middle of one of their songs, beomgyu took the center stage for his guitar solo. it was a fast paced riff that just seemed to give the song more life. his head is down so that it's solely focused on the guitar but once he finished the hardest part of the riff he looked up smugly. the crowd went absolutely mad when beomgyu bit his lip during the rest of his solo.

you had to admit the boy had stage presence, you practically almost re-fell in love with him.

after the show, you and maria went to get refreshments at the nearby bar. beomgyu seemed to already be there talking to one of his members so you took this opportunity to speak with him. you wonder if he'll remember you after all these years but you take your chances.

"beomgyu!" you shout over the music that's playing in the background. he whips his head around to the sound of his name being called and smiles lightly when he sees you. when you get to him, he subtly looks you up and down, taking in your body and attire. "y/n is that you?" he says, his voice laced with something teasing.

"you remember me?" you ask him with a smile. "how could i forget a face like yours," he smiles, leaning back. you laugh and he smiles. "i just saw you on stage, i never thought you'd become this huge! congrats!"

he nods, "yeah, i always wanted to make it big you know." he trails off, looking over you again like he's entranced somehow. "so how's life? you still with-"

"yeonjun...yeah we um- we have a kid...now," you finish nervously. did he really have to bring yeonjun up right now. "a kid?" he says, surprised. "let me see."

you show him a selfie of you and valkyrie that you took at a time when she wasn't completely hating your existence and wanting to cuddle her father instead of you. he laughs and leans back once again, "she's cute like you, she definitely got her mom's features."

"yeah and she's got her dad's attitude," you say, mostly to yourself but beomgyu catches it. "oh yeah! i wanted to say, i really like that one song you played, uh- fairy?"

"fairy of shampoo? yeah we added our own little rock twist to it," he says. "you know the lyrics are actually about y-" your phone cuts him off and you apologize, turning away to answer it. "what is it yeonjun"

beomgyu sighs in frustration when he hears you say that. when you finish talking you turn back to him and he has his eyebrow raised in question. "looks like my fun is over," you laugh dryly. he nods in understanding, "before you go though, let me get your number so we can catch up sometime."

you agree, not wanting to pass up the chance to reconnect with your now famous friend.

"maybe we'll see each other around gyu," you smile, beginning to walk away.

he smiles at the old nickname, waving you off, "i sure hope so."

[just-another-ficwriter]

Cruel Summer - Part Five

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 4000ish

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, underage drinking, alcohol, implied smut

Summary: Sweet Pea turns up at your front door with a packed bag and no where else to go. When a few days turns into a couple of weeks, old temptations become a struggle.

Notes: I’m so sorry for how long this took, but I hope this makes the wait worth it!

 He looks up grinning like a devil.

"So let me get this straight..." You watch him cautiously from behind your kitchen counter, taking a minute to replay the last 10 minutes in your head. "Katy kicks you out because of our past and the first place you come is here?"

"Well I couldn't stay at Toni's with Cheryl could I?" His question makes you cringe and you both silently agree that Toni's place wasn't an option. "And Betty would never agree to Jug letting me stay when she's trying to remain impartial to the whole thing."

You let out a sigh, busying yourself with the first thing you can get your hands on just so you don't have to look at him. "I don't think this is a good idea Pea."

"My only other option is to follow Fangs back to Riverdale but my whole life is here now, my job, Katy-" You. He blinks back the thought hoping it won't roll off his tongue as easily as he thinks it. "Please? Just a few days until I can figure something else out?"

His pleading makes you risk a quick glance at him to find him already staring back, eyes full of hope. It makes you wish you hadn't bothered when your heart flutters and you know you won't be able to hold out much longer. "A few days, that's it."

"Thank you." He grins up at you, all perfect white teeth on show and has to refrain himself from rushing up and hugging you.

You smile back at him, lips pressed together tightly to suppress a laugh. He bites his bottom lip as the silence around you grows slightly awkward and you suddenly jump into action. "Did you want something to drink? I've got tea, coffee-"

"Anything stronger?" He cuts you off as his eyes flicker to your half empty wine glass on the coffee table in front of him then back to you.

"I'll grab another glass."

-

He lifts the wine glass to his lips, takes one big gulp and thinks about pouring another glass. Between the two of you, you'd finished off three bottles yet he still felt nervous at the thought of his next question.  "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." You lean back on the sofa, your legs tucked underneath you and one hand under your chin. You watch as he debates how to say what he wants to, feeling a lot more relaxed than when he first got there.

"You and Fangs, did you... are you?" His words come out in a mess and he isn’t sure whether it’s the alcohol or his embarrassment. He feels stupid, it shouldn’t bother him but the idea makes his heart sink.

"Sleeping together?" You giggle loudly and for some reason it makes him laugh too. "God no."

He’s so relieved he lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to ramble again. "I just thought with you guys sharing a room, and I saw you in the car, then there was Katy and Ronnie all weekend-"

"Pea I would never." Your hand falls to his knee in what’s meant to be a sincere gesture but he flinches under your touch and it makes you regret it.

You're ready to pull it back and pretend it never happened when he covers your hand with his own to stop you, his eyes watching his own thumb drawing circles on your skin. "Good."

"Why?" You feel yourself gravitating towards him and you know you shouldn’t ask the next question but you do anyway. "Were you jealous?"

"What would you say if I was?" A few seconds of silence follows, his body moving forward an inch or two. He licks his lips in anticipation and you're sure your hearts about to burst out of your chest.

"I'd tell you, you were being stupid." That’s all he needs to hear to move again, your lips almost touching. You notice the way his breath catches in his throat, and whisper, with your palms against his chest. "We shouldn't do this."

"We definitely shouldn't do this." You knew there was a million reasons not to, but not a single one comes to mind at that moment, you were too distracted by the way he was looking at you, and how he good he smelt up close.

His lips met yours with such need, such desperation that you can’t help but give in immediately.

-

You wake up to the smell of bacon and an overwhelming sense of guilt.

You try not to think about the night before but it's hard to forget the feel of his hands on your thighs or his lips on your neck.

Or how good it felt.

You open your eyes to find his side of the bed empty and you're part relived, part disappointed.

So you shut them again instantly, pulling the covers over your head with a groan and wonder how long you can get away with hiding out in your room.

You last 11 minutes and 26 seconds before you can't ignore the rumbling in your stomach anymore and force yourself up.

You find Sweet Pea in the kitchen, shirtless back facing you as he leans over the stove.

Your heart stops when you see him like that. You've come a long way since you were teenagers playing house in his trailer but sometimes it's liked nothing’s changed at all.

You lean back against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest and watch him move around effortlessly like he belongs there. "Are you making breakfast?"

"Your favourite." He smiles warmly when you join him at the breakfast bar and then something clicks and he suddenly realises that this isn't his kitchen, and he hadn't asked before he helped himself. "I hope that's okay?"

"It's fine I just-" You can feel the heat burning your cheeks as you take in what he just said. It surprised you to hear he still remembers little details. "You still remember my favourite breakfast?"

"Of course." He states with a bashful grin, sliding the freshly made food in your direction. There’s something comfortable about his gesture and once again you’re reminded of your teenage years.

Memories you’d spent the last three months wishing you’d forget.

"Thanks." Your eyes don't leave the plate as you try desperately to gain some courage. "So we should probably talk about last night."

"Right last night." He turns his back on you again, making it impossible to read his reaction and the pressure on your chest becomes even more unbearable. You search your mind for all the things you need to say but it all seems impossible.

"Pea it was a mistake." The words end up coming out in a blur, like ripping a band aid clean off, fast and quick. You can hardly make sense of them yourself. It’s far from anything you’d hoped it would sound like. "We can't do it again."

"You're right, it won't happen again." You pretend to ignore the slight quiver in his voice as he agrees with you, his hands gripping the work top. When he turns back around he's still smiling but his eyes look anything but happy. "Let's just forget about it."

-

You know it's a bad idea before you do it.

You don't know why you slip into his t-shirt that's somehow mixed in with your own clean washing a week after he'd moved in, but the way it falls to your thighs makes you smile anyway.

You don't hear his keys in the door, too busy in the kitchen with a spatula that doubles as a microphone to notice.

It isn't until you're on to the chorus, dancing along with the lyrics that he can't control his laughter and blows his cover leaving you frozen to the spot. "Don't stop on my account."

"This is so embarrassing." Your body feels like it’s on fire from his teasing and you pray for the ground to open up and swallow you to avoid your awkwardness. "I thought you were at work."

"Early finish." His beaming grin turns into more of a smirk and there's a playful glint in his eyes that you can't miss.

Your gaze follows his to your current choice of clothing and you're even more mortified than before. "I should probably get changed."

"I wouldn't complain if you didn't." Your draw drops slightly as he shoots you a wink, leaving you speechless as he walks backwards towards his room. "My shirt looks good on you by the way."

You can’t shake the look he was giving you for the rest of the day.

-

"Pea I home!" You’re barely managing to juggle everything in your arms as you call out to him. Somehow a few days had turned into two weeks and he didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. "I grabbed takeout if you want any!"

You don’t hear him coming but you can sense how close he is behind you, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. "Chinese food and left-over cupcakes, you're too good to me."

"And you're naked." Your eyes are wide when you turn to face him, and you can feel your chest heave slightly at the sight.

"I have a towel on if that helps." He takes a step closer and you take one back. But that doesn’t stop your eyes from following the water droplets that fall from his shoulders, over his chest and down his stomach.

You don’t need to look at his face to know he’s well aware of the affect he has on you right now.

"It doesn't." You roll your eyes, but he knows you don’t mean it. He just laughs instead, backing off so you can plate up. But it doesn’t stop your mind from wondering or have your heart beating any slower.

His little games were starting to become relentless.

-

Three weeks in and it’s hard to remember what your apartment was like before Sweet Pea moved in.

He’d invaded every inch of home. He never put the remote back in its place, he always left wet towels on the bathroom floor and you continuously tripped over shoes he left in the weirdest of places yet you knew you wouldn’t change a thing.

Except maybe the part where Katy hadn’t talked to you since the weekend at the cabin.

But that stings too much to think about.

You can feel him watching you from his claimed spot on the couch as you frantically search the living room for your one lost earring and mumbling words he can’t make out.

"You look nice." His compliment makes you smile and you pretend it because you’ve found you’re missing jewelry rather than the swarm of butterflies his words have set off. “Girls night?"

You can hear the underlying hopefulness in his voice and suddenly your chest feels tight. You can’t look him in the eye when you answer. "Actually, I have a date."

"Oh." His face drops when the idea of you on a date with someone else catches him off guard. He struggles to pull himself back together and the smile he forces is almost painful. "Well have fun."

"I will, don't wait up." You grab the rest of your stuff as fast as you can and leave without looking back.

-

Despite you telling him not to, he stays in the living room, thoughts wondering to where you might be, who you were with, what were you doing. He falls asleep pretending to watch TV, too anxious to go to bed until you wake him up stumbling in at 1am.

"Y/N?" The first thing he notices are how your eyes are red and glazed over, not just from the alcohol he can smell on you from where he’s sat, but from the tears that are still wet on your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

"Turns out my date was a jerk." You laugh without humor, throwing yourself down next to him and kicking your shoes off so aggressively they fly across the room. Your head lolls to the side and he can tell by the way you’ve started to slur that you’re drunk. More tears fall and he starts to panic.  

"What happened? Did he hurt you?" The idea terrifies him, and he tries to keep any anger at bay while he checks you over.

You just pushe herself further into the cushions, hoping they would just make you disappear. You felt so stupid right now. "No, turns out he no interest in me at all, just thought I'd be easy to get into bed."

"I'm sorry." He pulls you into him, an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He’s desperate to do anything to comfort you and make the crying stop.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" You move into him, tucking yourself into his side and mumble into his shirt.

"What do you mean?" His fingers absentmindedly work their way through your hair, and he notices the way it calms your breathing.

You sigh dramatically, hiding your face. "It doesn't matter, I can't tell you."

"You can tell me anything." His honesty makes you smile.

"It's just I..." You trail off, unsure whether to go on. "I just want someone to love me, is that too much to ask for?"

"Of course not." His chest aches. You deserved the world, you always had in his eyes. And he had loved you, so much at one point. In fact, he was sure that part of him would always love you no matter where either of you ended up or who you ended up with. But he couldn’t tell you that so he sighed sadly and hoped you wouldn’t notice the subject change. "We should get you to bed."

You don’t put up a fight, just let him help you up. No one says another word until you’re laying in bed and you catch his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Stay." Your voice cracks with the word and he feels his heart break. He hates seeing you like this, hates seeing you look so vulnerable and he knows he could never leave you like it.  

So he climbs in next to you and falls asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

-

After five beers and two questionable shots, Sweet Pea eyes hazily scan the bar to find you giggling on the dancefloor with Toni. It reminds him of late-night weekends at the Wyrm, feeling rebellious sipping on alcohol underage and spending hours on the pool table until you were all kicked out.

He swears he can pinpoint the sound of your laughter over the music and he realises how beautiful you truly are. You’d changed so much over the years that it hits him how much he’d actually missed you.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He realises Fangs had been watching him watch you, and the knowing looking he was giving him made him chuckle with nerves.

He starts fumbling with the sticker on his bottle and decides to play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not stupid Pea, you can’t take your eyes off her.” Fangs, never being one to give up, pushes further, determine to get the answers he’s looking for. “And she keeps looking back.”

Sweet Pea just shakes his head, and takes a sip of his drink before answering. “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? Because seeing you two together, the four of us all being here-“ Sweet Pea knows what his best friends about to say before he says it, he feels it too. A sense of remembrance that’s been following him around for the last few weeks. “It’s like nothings ever changed.”

“Sometimes I think the same.” He admits, blowing out a breath.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Sweet Pea looks over him and realises he can’t answer, he’s starting to forget why he’s still holding back.

As if on cue, Toni makes her way towards them and pulls them both back into the crowd with her. You smile when you see him, he doesn’t know why it catches him off guard, but he can barely focus when you grab his hand and pull him closer to you.

And that’s how it starts.

Your back against his chest, swaying along with the music, his fingertips brushing up and down your sides.

Then it's his hand on your back, never moving as you weave your way to the bar, sharing a look that says a thousand things.

It's the way you fingers intertwine in the darkness of the cab, still staying locked together while you race each other to the right floor.

And then finally it's the way his lips meet yours the minute you're inside, bodies pressed up against the apartment door, pulling at each other's clothes like there's not a single minute you can waste. His mouth trails down your skin leaving purple marks behind, the more you scratch at his bare shoulders or tug on his hair the more he leaves.

This time he won't let you forget it.

This time, he hopes it won't be a mistake.

-

This time when you wake up, there’s no smell of bacon from the kitchen, and his side of the bed isn’t empty.

His arms tighten around you almost as if he can sense you’re awake and smiles automatically into your neck. “Morning.”

“Morning.” His skin is warm against yours and you can’t help but relax into him.

“So is this the part where you tell me this was all a mistake again?” You turn to see the smile on his face has turned into one of sadness and you run a hand through his messy bed hair.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Your voice is barely a whisper but you keep your eyes locked on his.

“I know. But what if there’s a way around it?” There’s a moment of silence between you as he struggles to piece his thoughts together. “What if we just both promise to leave any emotions out of it?”

He’s surprised when you practically laugh in his face and he thinks you are too. You look at him like he’s lost his mind and honestly, he isn’t afraid to admit that he does feel a little crazy right now. “Are you saying you want some kind of friends with benefits deal here?”

“Worth a try.” He shrugs in a last attempt to convince you.

“Pea I-“ You start with the intention of turning him down but one hopeful smile and you’re caving before you can even get the words out. “Screw it.”

It’s his turn to laugh as he pulls your leg up over his and kisses you in a way that steals all air from your lungs.

-

It's three weeks into your arrangement, when the doubts start.

It begins as a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, like a distant thought in the back of your mind that you can't quite remember.

It isn't until the start of the fourth week that the doubt turns into full blown panic and you realise exactly what it is.

You barely remember the journey to the store and back, just the way your hands shook the entire time as your mind can't seem to focus.

You drink water until you're sure you might throw up and disappear into the bathroom for the most terrifying wait of your life.

You're still in a state of shock 10 minutes later, you don't even hear him come home.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" The way Sweet Pea bursts into the bathroom has you jumping out of your skin, eyes blowing wide. "Uh what's that?"

You couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't will your body to react and hide the evidence in your hands. So you just stood there, feet frozen in place, too scared to move. You assumed the look on his face mirrored your own as he stared back at you, opened mouthed, neither of you breathing in the tense seconds that followed.

"Are you..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, didn't even want to think about the possibility.

"I don't know." Your voice is weak, betraying how scared you really are and Sweet Pea deflates. "It's got five minutes left."

He says nothing as he watches you slide to the floor, joining you a few seconds later. He laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand in what's meant to be a comforting unspoken gesture, but it only makes you want to cry. "What are we doing here Pea?"

"I don't know." He admits, his words an echo of yours a moment before. His chin balances on top of your head as it falls to his shoulder.

"What if it's positive?" You bury your face further into his neck, too afraid of the answer while trying to hide the embarrassment at your own stupidity.

"We'll figure it out." The ache in your chest eases slightly at his honesty but before you can say anything else a knock on the door has you breaking apart. "Should I get?"

"Ignore it, maybe they'll go away." But the knocking only gets more persistent and Sweet Pea’s frustration gets the better of him.

"I'll go answer, it's probably for you. I'll tell who ever it is you aren't here." He mumbles with the intention of getting rid of the visitor as quickly as possible, but his eyes meet a pair of familiar green ones the minute he opens the door and suddenly he can’t say anything at all.

"Nate." She breaths out, a smile growing on her lips. They hadn’t interacted at all since she’d thrown him out and everything hits him like a ton of bricks. "Hi."

“Katy?” You make your way out into the living room, blinking to make sure she’s really there and suddenly you can’t look in Sweet Pea’s direction.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She pushes straight past him to wrap her arms around your neck, but the hugs not nearly as comforting as you remember it to be. Sweet Pea’s gaze is hot on your skin, silently asking the question that hangs in the air between you and you shake your head briefly in a way to tell him the test had been negative. “But do you mind if I steal Nate first? We can talk later, put this all behind us?”

“Sure.” There’s an ache in your throat that makes your voice sound off but if she noticed her face doesn’t give it away when she finally pulls back. You feel like you’re a ticking time bomb of guilt, ready to explode at any second and suddenly, you can’t breathe. You had to get out. “You guys talk here, I’ll give you spare.”

You dart out of the front door before either can stop you, holding back your tears until you’re on the sidewalk.

-

When you get back they're both gone, alongside any trace of Sweet Pea ever living in your apartment in the first place. It's all replaced by a single letter that you don't have the stomach to read. A letter that you shove into a bedroom draw to become forgotten and start to go on with your life like the last 2 months hadn’t happened.

Sweet Pea Masterlist

Forever Taglist: @p-marie-sp

Cruel Summer Taglist: @t-a-i-l-o-r-m-a-d-e @luvlilreinhart @intoxicatedsixx @yall-wildin-like-siriusly @shembonzi @elliebear27 @ireadthatswhyimhere @nicole13letson @swangstopazx @waitingtobeimpressed @ornate-ribcage @armadaextra @elliemaemusicals

Sweet Pea Taglist: @80sand90simagine @wildberryyyy @hopelesslylosttheway

[londonsquitebiggg]

The One -Chapter 2

^^college campus^^^^

Krista’s POV,

After school I headed home and did the usual, helped mom cook dinner, talked with my parents about our days. My dad asked me about Harry and his friends whose names I didn't know. I blushed profusely at the mention of his name, not wanting to be drawn back in to the thoughts I had about him... they weren't the most appropriate which isn't okay because he is obviously not my mate because he would have said something to me, right?

Either way I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about him.. especially because I've never had such vulgar thoughts about any guy no matter how hot they were. Not to mention I'm supposed to be focusing on the fact that I'm going to have my first shift in two days, plus it will be my birthday and we'll have a huge party.

You see, in the werewolf community your eighteenth birthday is the same amount of excitement humans get on their twenty-first birthday. Just instead of getting to drink and become an "adult". It's when we shift for the first time and we get our wolf, we get to start our training, and not to forget we can start searching for our mates.

With me being the Alphas oldest child it's a pretty big deal. My parents are throwing a HUGE party. Inviting every pack member to show off their pride and joy of a daughter coming of age. Once I shift and find my mate, they will take over the Alpha position from my father and ill become our packs Luna.

"Krista, sweetie did you hear anything that I just said?!" My father exclaimed, frustrated that I was not listening to what he was saying.

"Sorry daddy I was just lost in my thoughts. I'm really nervous for my shift." Was my response knowing that he was go easier on me knowing that I was scared. You see I've always been a daddy's girl. My dad and I have always been super close, he wants me to know everything there is about being a good leader and person.

"I was just saying that we should invite Harry and his pack mates to your birthday party. Might be a good opportunity for them to find their mates seeing as our whole pack will be in one place?" Daddy responded.

My breath caught in my throat and the thought of them being there, him being there, making it a lot easier to find out if he is my mate.

"That is a great idea! Would you like me to ask them or would you like to relay the message?" I asked, hoping he would leave it up to me so I would have an excuse to talk to him again.

"You can do it, I do believe that Harry is supposed to be coming over tomorrow afternoon so that I could catch up with him. I haven't seen him under non-pack related circumstances since his mother and Robin got married. But seeing as you'll see him before me and it is your party, I think you should be the one to invite them and show they are welcome here." Was his response as we all finished and mom started cleaning off the table.

After being excused from dinner I decided to retire to my room for the remainder of the evening. I started reading over the notes I had taken today and going over the semester notes before changing into my pajamas, washing my face, brushing my teeth and heading to bed. Not being able to keep a certain brow haired green-eyed man out of my mind.

****************************** THE NEXT DAY *************************************

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP"

Another morning awoken by that lovely sound. My morning consisted of my normal routine, as finished I walked into the living room where my dad was sitting, I walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

"Morning daddy, I'm off to school I love you see you later"

I walked into the kitchen to tell my mother goodbye, while also grabbing an apple and granola bar before grabbing my bag and walking out to my car and drove to campus. As I pulled into my parking lot and I saw Harry standing there with his group of friends. What a beautiful sight to see first thing in morning. I wouldn't mind starting every day staring at his god like face.

I shook that thought away and shut off my car, grabbed my things, and got out. It was almost like he sensed I was near he turned around and checked me out while taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and winking at me once we made eye contact.

I have to admit, when he does that it's so sexy and a turn on... WHAT AM I THINKING?!?! I felt myself starting to blush so bad that I probably looked like a tomato. I did the only logical thing I could think of, I ducked my head and started walking with my head down into the school as quickly as my legs would carry me.

Harry's Pov,

I was standing outside school talking to the guys about how I am going to talk to the Alpha today about me finding my mate... I know what you must be thinking, "Harry, why not just tell the girl? Why put her and yourself through the torment of waiting?" well you see in the werewolf community, if either party is not of age the older wolf must ask for the families permission before starting a relationship with each other.

Trust me I'm going crazy not being with her but I've been waiting for her for eight years, I'm sure I could last a few more hours until I go speak to Alpha Mayfield to locate her family and go figure out claiming what is rightfully mine!

Speaking of my lovely mate I was knocked out of my thoughts about all the things I couldn't wait for once I was able to officially say she was mine, when I caught her delicious scent. I turned around to gawk at her when I let out a deep but quite growl at the site of her.

She had on a white tight-fitting cropped tank top, with a red, white, and blue flannel shirt over it, light blue Jean SHORT shorts, and converse. Holy shit I was that is girl is trying to kill me! Like hell how does she manage to look so incredibly sexy yet still innocent???

I saw her looking at me and I bit my lip and shot her a wink looking to get a reaction out of her, I know she was trying to hide it but I saw a splash of color make its way onto her perfect face.

******************* AFTER SCHOOL AT KRISTA'S HOUSE******************

As I walked up the front steps of the Alpha's house, I was mentally giving myself a pep talk. I mean, I've known Alpha Mayfield for most of my life but having to tell him I met my mate and figure out how to initiate contact is a big deal. I knocked on the front door. I heard heavy footsteps approaching and I straightened myself out when Alpha Mayfield opened the door.

"Ah, Harry my boy, it's so great to see you again. Please come in, come in."

As I walked in the door there was a faint scent of my mate as if she was here recently, I assume she must be friends with the Alphas kids.

" It's good to see you too sir. Thank you so much for allowing me and my friends onto your territory to look for our mates. It means a lot to us to have your cooperation with the matter. I'm sure you will be delighted to hear that I have indeed found my mate." I told him while I followed him into the living room taking a seat on the couch as he took a seat in the recliner.

"OH! This is great news!!!! I'm so thrilled for you Harry, tell me who is the lucky girl?" Just as I was about to respond to him, that lucky girl come rushing through the front door. I figured that she was here with the Alphas daughter. So, imagine my shock when MY lovely mate walked straight up to the Alpha and gave him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek.

I was stunned! Is she trying to make me mad? Didn't she see I was right here? Are they together? He has a mate and so does she.... ME! and not to mention that she was a lot younger than him... what the bloody hell is going on her...

"Hi daddy how was your day?" Came Krista's greeting, breaking me from my troubled thoughts. It all made sense now, she wasn't his daughters' friend, or his lover, she WAS his daughter.... Holy shit....my mate is the Alphas daughter!

Telling him who my mate was just got a whole lot harder! When I tell him Krista is my mate is there is a 50% chance I am going to be killed. I mean I don't think he would because he knows me and everything but he's an Alpha and we are talking about a twenty-six your old man coming in and taking his only daughter as his own. I know if it was my pup, I would be ... well let's just say if the guy didn't leave with his tail between his legs, I didn't do my job right.

" It was a long day sweetheart! Krista, you know Harry right? He's one of the wolves I told you about, I know you said you were going to invite him and his friends to your party. Oh! And good news he found his mate!" Alpha Mayfield told her with excitement, I could have sworn I saw disappointment flash across her face but she quickly covered it.

Krista's Pov,

NO!!! He can't have mate! I was supposed to be his mate, this totally sucks. I'm so upset I just want to run to my room and cry. I have to suck it up and find out who she is so I can scope out my competition. WAIT! What the freak am I thinking?!?! in less than two days I will be able to find my mate, I can't not fall for this guy who already has a mate!

"So Harry, who is you mate? She sure is a lucky girl! It really is so exciting that you already found her." I fake enthusiasm and acted like I'm not dying on the inside.

"That's for me to know and you to find out" He responded adding a wink at the end.

"I still need to talk to her father and your dad um, because I'm not sure if she is a full wolf yet and also, we don't want you to spoil the surprise now do we?" he was really nervous and distracted as he finished his statement. I don't understand why he is so distracted; it couldn't be because of me could it?

OH MY GOD HE HAS A FREAKING MATE ALREADY GET THAT THOURGH YOUR THICK SKULL!!!

"Well I'll leave so you guys can talk then. Congratulations Harry, she's a lucky girl" As I started to walk out when he calls out "I'm the lucky one" and winks at me I try not to cry and blush, let's just say I bolted out of the room faster than ever before.

Harry's Pov,

I have no idea how to phrase all of this, I will just have to tell him privately in hopes that she can't hear us. Let's just hope I make it out of this alive!

"Sir, do you think we can discuss this somewhere more private? I don't really want to risk anyone hearing." I ask trying to keep my voice from shaking. I mean don't get me wrong I'm not a wimp! But when you find out that your mates father is the Alpha or the strongest pack in the United States it's a bit intimidating.

"Oh, of course come on we can go up to my office. Follow me" We both got up and headed upstairs. As we were we passed a room which I assume belongs to Krista because of the smell, Marcus starts going crazy!

"Mate!! Go to mate claim her as our, mark her so everyone knows who she belongs too!!"

I had to ignore the urge which is super hard considering I'm an Alpha. Once we find our mates the pull is so intense it hurts to be without them if you haven't marked them. I just kept following Alpha Mayfield until we got to a set of French doors which I assumed led to his office.

My assumption was confirmed as he opened them and walked in taking a seat behind a huge desk in the middle of the room.

" So, Harry you mentioned that you weren't sure if your mate was of age yet. Do you know her name? I can look her up in the packs database and then take you to the right place."

I didn't know how to say it, so I kind of just blurted it out.

"KRISTA'S MY MATE!" My breathing heavy and eyes wide as I waited for his reaction. The look on his face was pure shock which then turned into one of fury.

" WHAT?! When did you find this out?!" He screamed back at me, face turning red in anger.

"Sir please calm down, I found out that she was my mate yesterday and I only just found out she was your daughter a minute ago I swear! Had I known who she was, I would have come and spoken to you sooner. " I was scared to say the least. I didn't want to be disrespectful but I also wasn't going to be a coward. I knew what I wanted and that was MY mate, my other half, something that was mine and was made for me just like I was made for her!

"Well you can't tell her that you're her mate!" ... Who the fuck does he think he is? I mean yeah, he's her father and I want him to accept me, I would like to have if approval. But I don't give a shit if he is the most powerful Alpha around, he has no right to say I couldn't be with my mate! I decided it was time to give him a piece of my mind. I don't fucking care if I die, I wasn't going down without a fight!

"Well why the fuck not?!?! I have a right to be with my mate. I don't care if you're the bloody alpha or her father you can't stop me!! You were the one who invited me onto your land so I could find the person that the Moon Goddess created to complete me, And you want to deprive me of that? Deprive your daughter from being with her mate!? " I was really fucking pissed off he has no right to make that decision.

I was trying to calm myself down I could tell that Marcus wanted to take control, I'm sure that my eyes were pitch black right now. If I didn't calm down, he would take over control and there is no telling what he would do.

"Oh Harry, calm the hell down would you! I give you my blessing. I couldn't think of anyone who would be a better fit for my little girl than you." He said helping to calm my anger.

"It's just if you go and tell her now, she won't be able to experience the thrill of finding her mate. The experience of seeking out your smell, locking eyes for the first time and knowing that your hers. I mean I can already see that she is attracted to you, and by the look on her face when I said you had found your mate showed that she is somewhat feeling the effects of the mate bond" He continued.

I could understand what he was saying but I was still confused.

"So what do you expect me to do? I wont be able to hold my wolf or feelings back forever." I told him slightly irritated.

"You don't have to wait forever; you just have to wait two more days. On her birthday she will have her first shift, then she will be able to seek out her mate and you guys can be together. You'll come to her party, heck you and your friends are like a group that sings right? You guys can play at her party." I had calmed down tremendously, still irritated but calm.

Let me just say...

This is going to be the longest two days of my life!!

Krista's Pov,

After I left the living room, I bolted up the stairs taking them two at a time. I opened my door and slammed it closed locking it and flopping down face first onto my bed.

All I could think about was Harry and his mate, who wasn't me. I have this pit in my stomach. The thought of him with someone who isn't me making me nauseous which made no sense to me. I should be happy for him; he has been looking for his mate for eight years and he finally found her! I'm going to start looking for my mate in two days so it shouldn't affect me, I should be focusing on my own mate.

But the thought of Harry and I not being a possibility makes me not want to have a mate. How am I supposed to be seeing him with someone who isn't me? Act like seeing him show affection to another doesn't make me sick? Why do I feel like this?

Is this normal? Why did he have to stumble into my life and make it so difficult?! Why did he have to come and make me like him? I shouldn't be feeling these things for a mated male who isn't mine! I don't understand why he would flirt with me if he had a mate? Maybe Ashlyn was right, maybe he is a player. Maybe he thought that I would be easy, Fall for him just because he's super hot and I'm a nerdy, insecure girl.

I mean I guess in a way that was true, that is what is happening, but I was going to put a stop to this! For the next day and a half, I was going to avoid Harry as much as possible and then once I shift and find my mate I won't even care about, I'll be too focused on my mate and my Luna training starting.

This starts now. I got up from my bed, deciding that I've spent too much time and energy on the god like man that is Harry Styles. I walked to my bathroom turning on my bath faucet and dumped in my strawberry bubble bath, I needed to relax and not think of him!

After shedding my outfit from the day and stepping in. Breathing out a relieved sigh, this is just what I needed. All my tense muscles relaxing, loosening. Sinking into the water deeper, I slowly started drifting into a dreamless sleep.

********************************** 20 Minutes Later *******************************

There was a knock on my bathroom door, my Mother waking me up from my relaxed sleep. My water has gone cold, my fingers and toes are all pruned from the exposure to the wet environment. I pulled the plug, and stepped out of the tub onto my soft bathmat.

Changing into my pajamas and heading down to eat. Picking at my food until I couldn't eat anymore, the pit in my stomach coming back full force. I decided I have had enough of the awful day I retired to my room for the evening. After turning on Netflix and finding "Pretty Little Liars" I curled up in my comfy bed full of fluffy pillow and soft blankets. Eventually falling into a thrilling dream that may or may not have involved a certain green-eyed man.

*****Krista's Room****

[katedrakeohd]

My Own Favorite Dialogue and Why

Drake and Liam may be best friends in TRR canon, but for me the dysfunctional bromance that I've created between Maxwell and Drake is my favorite friendship. For this one from The Lake I loved the angsty/comedy so much I couldn't just select a small part, so I had to post all of it.

From The Lake

Out in the middle of the lake the air is still, the water smooth like glass. It's been an hour since the men cast their fishing lines, and for Maxwell an uneasiness was setting in.

"Are you sure there are fish in this lake?"

Drake looks up from the magazine he's reading, his last bite of sandwich in his hand. "Of course I'm sure. I oversaw the stocking of trout myself."

Maxwell looks down at the half empty can of low alcohol beer in his hand, resenting the lack of buzz he was feeling because of it. "I thought we would have gotten a nibble by now."

Drake shrugs, popping the last piece of his bread crust into his mouth. "You just have to be patient, Max. Sometimes they bite, sometimes they don't."

Maxwell shades his eyes with his hand and gazes off toward the Manor in the distance, it was so tiny and the shoreline seemed so far away. He tried not to imagine how deep and cold the water was beneath them, but it still gnawed at him anyway. He squeezed the backpack between his feet, its contents giving him a slight sense of reassurance.

Drake glanced down at Maxwell's backpack sitting in the belly of the boat. Since leaving the shore he's seen him take out a tube of sunscreen, a granola bar, his mobile phone to take pictures, and repack his sweater when he got too warm. Each time he set it back down there was a strange heavy thump against the wood, and so far it didn't seem to belong to any of the things he'd seen.

Drake shifted his ass on the boat seat, trying to combat the numbness he was feeling. The boat rocked slightly, causing ripples in the water, and for Maxwell to snap at him.

"Hey, man. Don't rock the boat."

Drake rolls his eyes, "Jeez, Max. Paranoid much?"

Max rolls his shoulders, trying to loosen up but he can't, "Seriously, you don't find it creepy? The whole time we've been out on the lake I haven't heard or seen a bird, you'd think there would be some ducks or geese or something."

Drake takes a deep breath and looks around, squints up at the sky, and then looks over to the mountains and trees in the distance. He listens for anything other than the sound of the water lapping at the side of the boat.

 "I suppose it is a little odd. Just yesterday there were lots of geese and ducks paddling along or flying and honking over the lake."

Maxwell lifts and bobs his fishing rod and line in the water. Looking down into the depths he's struck by how it goes from clear to pitch black so quickly. He scoffs and makes a joke, feeling uneasy as the words leave his mouth, "Maybe Gaga ate all the fish, and scared the birds away."

Drake chuckles, "Say, what now? Who or what is Gaga?"

Maxwell's eyes go wide and he looks at Drake with disbelief, "You mean you haven't heard the legend of Gargantua? The monster of Lake Valtoria?"

Drake shakes his head and opens the cooler to get another beer, "You can't be serious, Max. Not every big lake has a monster living in it."

"Trust me, Drake. My house sigil is a giant squid remember? I know my monster legends. How many years have you been stocking the lake, and have you ever caught any of the fish afterwards?"

"As a matter of fact, I caught a fish standing on the dock yesterday. So I know there are fish in the lake." Drake insists as he opens his beer and takes a long swallow, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Ok, well what about the lack of birds?"

Drake sets his beer down with a sigh, scrubbing his forehead with his hands and then raking them back through his hair, "So, now you think some monster is yanking ducks down into the water from underneath?"

Maxwell shrugs, "You never know. Maybe Gaga has a taste for water fowl and fish?"

"Now you're just sounding crazy, Max."

Maxwell shifts forward in his seat, causing his pack to fall forward and make another thump, Drake looks at it again and frowns. Maxwell points an indignant, angry finger at Drake. "Don't you dare call me crazy!"

"You're the one talking about lake monsters, when there's probably some logical reason to explain everything." 

Maxwell picks up his backpack again and hugs it in his lap, his hand finds the weighty item from the outside and shifts it carefully. Drake looks at him suspiciously, "Max?"

"What?" he asks, nervously.

"What's in your backpack?"

Maxwell shrugs, "You know, just the usual 'day out on the lake' sorta stuff."

Drake's eyes narrow, "Why don't I believe you?"

Maxwell hugs the backpack a little tighter to himself, he tries to avoid looking at Drake. Off in the near distance, behind Drake, there's an odd rippling splash on the surface of the lake. Maxwell gasps, trying to swallow the sudden fear constricting his throat.

"Why won't you believe me when I say there's something creepy about this lake?" Maxwell croaks out, pointing over Drake's shoulder.

Drake sighs, turning in his seat to see what Maxwell's pointing at. "I don't see anything."

"There..there was a ripple and a splash on the water. Like..like something big moved it."

When Drake turns back around Maxwell has his hand buried in the backpack, fishing for something. "Max, what are you doing?"

Maxwell's eyes are wide and he's scanning the surface of the lake for more movement. "Ssshh, Gaga will hear you."

Drake frowns with concern and then sits up straighter in the boat to look around again.

"It was probably just a big fish, Max," he says quietly. "Maybe we're finally going to catch something."

A breeze ripples the surface of the lake, and the boat tugs at its anchor line. Maxwell jumps when their fishing rods shift as well. He jerks his hand out of his bag and pulls out an antique pistol.

Drake braces his foot against the end of his fishing rod and puts his hands up and waves them back and forth frantically. He looks at Maxwell and can't believe what he's seeing, "What the Fuck?! You brought a gun on a fishing trip?! Put..that...away."

Maxwell breathes rapidly as he searches the water, swinging the antique firearm from his home's armory back and forth. "It..it was Bertrand's idea. Remember his bachelor party all those years ago, when we met up with that bear, he insisted I take it with me." 

He imitates his brother's voice as he quotes him, "No Beaumont will ever go out adventuring in the wilderness again without protection."

Drake ducks as Maxwell swings the gun back in his direction, "Seriously, Max! You know how I feel about guns. I've already been shot twice, and I'll be damned if I'll let you shoot me by accident while we're fishing."

Maxwell's hand shakes as he continues to look around nervously. Drake reaches forward with fear grinding at his stomach, he pleads with him quietly.."Max....just hand over the gun, okay? We'll pull up the anchor and just go back to shore. We don't have to fish anymore."

Nodding, Maxwell loosens his grip on the weapon as Drake wraps his hand around the barrel. Something splashes the water nearby, making Maxwell jump, causing them both to let go and drop the gun. It hits the bottom of the boat and fires. Drake screams out in pain as the bullet tears through the side of his rubber boot and lodges in the wood of the boat beside him. Water starts to trickle in, and warm blood starts to run down into his boot.

Drake yanks his boot off and pulls his foot up onto the seat and clamps his hands around his bleeding calf. "What the fuck?!" he screams, glaring at Maxwell angrily. 

Maxwell picks up the gun from the bottom of the boat and throws it overboard. "I..I'm so sorry Drake!"

Drake leans to the side, his hand shaking as he gets his pocket knife out of his back pocket. Maxwell panics and chops at Drake's wrist with his hand, causing him to drop it when Drake pries the blade free. 

"What are you doing?!" Drake barks at him with surprise and reaches for his knife again, it's now wet from the lake water pooling in the bottom of the boat.

Maxwell folds his hands over his chest, feeling embarrassment flooding his face with heat, "Oh..oh my God, I thought you were going to stab me with it, or something."

Drake grumbles as he cuts open the bottom of his bloody pant leg below the knee with the blade, "There's still time. Now either get with hauling up that fucking anchor, or calling for help before we sink goddamnit!"

Maxwell trips over the drink cooler, and soggy picnic basket as he stands up, trying to pull the anchor rope up out of the water. It won't budge, and his efforts are now causing him to rock the boat side to side dangerously. 

Drake curses to himself as he cuts a strip of denim and wraps it around his bleeding leg tightly. "Careful now, Max."

Both fishing rods teeter into the water and disappear. Drake keeps a close eye on the oars, praying they don't go next. Maxwell tries again to pull the anchor up by the rope but the nylon burns at his hands and he hisses in pain and then lets go. He stumbles back to where he was sitting and flops down heavily, wiping his sore palms on his thighs.

"I...I ca..can't. What the ..heck..did you..anchor...us to?"

Drake rinses his bloody hands in the lake, and then dries them on the sleeves of his denim shirt. "Ok then, I'll try the anchor and you try calling or texting for help."

 He cuts strips from his denim sleeves and then wraps his hands for padding. Wincing in pain he swings his leg over to straddle his seat and then reaches for the anchor rope.

Maxwell holds up his phone trying to find bars of service, "You've gotta be kidding me! Oh, wait there's a blip. I'll try sending a text to see if I can get through. Who should I try?"

Drake grunts as the rope finally starts to come up out of the water, but it was a lot heavier than it should be. Sweat bloomed on his brow and stung at his eyes, he swiped his face against his shoulder, "Preston... is standing by..in case of emergencies."

"What's his number?"

Drake rhymes off his number and grits his teeth, pulling the wet rope inch by inch into the boat. The burn in his calf muscle is intense and he wonders what ancient dirty projectile that antique pistol was loaded with. He could see Maxwell frowning down at his phone. 

"Well, did you get through?"

He shrugs, "I sent it, but don't know if it went anywhere."

Drake looks down into the water, wondering what his anchor could be tangled around to make it so heavy. He pauses to catch his breath, and feels the rope vibrate in his hands and then go still. It's almost as if something rubbed up against it and then moved on. His heart starts hammering in his chest and cold fear creeps into his gut. His throat goes dry as he takes a deep breath and drops the rope back into the water. He didn't want to see what was down there anymore. Maxwell was still trying to send panicked texts to anyone who could receive them.

"Fuck it," Drake mutters and uses his knife to cut the anchor free. 

The nylon rope floats on the surface of the water for a few seconds and then disappears into the darkness as if it were yanked. Drake jumps back with surprise and then watches, holding his breath, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Several feet down at the deepest point that was reached by sunlight, where the clearest water went dark, an even darker shape slowly sank beneath the boat and then disappeared.

............

I've written many first time moments for Drake and (MC) Kate in various timelines and stories. But it wasn't until I started writing "What Happens in Paris.." from Kate's point of view that I found my favorite passionately charged moment between them. Feeding off the emotional evening with Drake that included Liam's second bachelor party and the never have I ever scenes, I found a way to push Drake over the edge and succumb to the mutual attraction between them.

From What Happens in Paris..

"Uh, Darling?  What do you think you're doing? You know we can't..." he says, although the look in his eyes betrays the way he really feels.

"We can't what, Drake?" I say, stepping away from the door and pressing my body up against his. He's still holding onto my hands, and now our faces are so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. 

"Darling…" he warns, as I flex my hands out of his grasp and undo the next button of his shirt. It's such a tease how he's already left the top button undone for me. My thumbs push the material aside and I slide my hands in. He takes a sharp breath in when I touch him, and I feel his chest rise and fall along with the rapid beating of his heart.

I pop another button out of its hole, and lean in to kiss his throat as my hands continue to explore his chest, tugging his shirt out of the waist of his pants. He hasn't stopped me yet, and I look up at the darkness in his eyes and the pained expression on his face. 

"Kiss me, Drake." I plead. "I know you want to."

Cupping my head in his hands, he tilts my chin up and leans in. I close my eyes. But instead of feeling his lips on mine he plants kisses along my jawline and I hear his voice rasp in my ear, hitching with desire, "And if I want to.. do more than kiss you?"

I gasp, bunching the fabric of his shirt in my fists as his nose traces the shell of my ear, and his stubble bristles against my cheek. "Ye -..."

But my reply is swallowed up by his mouth as it captures mine, and he presses me up against the door.

His kisses are hungry and I struggle for breath as he grabs my wrists again and pins them up above my head. His knee parts my thighs and I can feel how hard he is underneath his jeans.

When he finally releases my mouth, and presses his forehead against mine we're both panting. "Tell me.. to stop," he groans between breaths.

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Drake is my favorite Choices character and thus he's the one I abuse and make suffer the most. 🤣 This next dialogue is from Cordonia 1885 between Drake and a hotel employee when they share a "holy/what the f*ck" moment that confounds them both.

Because of the grisly, graphic nature of this vampire fic I will just post a link and you can read it if you want. Cordonia 1885 - Chapter One

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There are so many other favorite scenes/dialogue that this post could go on forever..LOL

Thanks @dcbbw for the tag, it's been so much fun to revisit some of my older stuff and experience it again. I look forward to next week's Monday Funday prompt.

[hildagirl99]

The lovers of the night

Scarlett and Aaron

(part 3)

2 weeks go by, Aaron and Scarlett always saw each other in the evening, during the day, they gave each other almost ambiguous accomplice looks. They talked about everything and nothing, getting to know each other a little more, even though Scarlett remained mostly silent, preferring to listen to the Sheriff. Tonight, there was a good opportunity to meet again, the rodeo party, it is certainly not a very romantic place to declare his flame but they should not miss this opportunity.

"Tonight ?" she asks, surprised.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"But will there be people?"

"It's the principle of the holidays, inviting people."

"Oh ... I don't like the crowd ..."

"Don't worry, we will step aside, we will be quiet."

"Well ... I'll think about it."

"I really hope to see you tonight, Scarlett."

When evening came, Aaron was already there, 3 guards stood in front of the entrance, inside, it was crowded, alcohol and cigars smelled like noses.

Scarlett was still at home, not knowing what to wear for her date. Half of her wardrobe was mostly black. Did she have to dress in a simple way? Extravagant? If she put on lace, the Sheriff would take her for an easy girl, well what she doesn't want. She finally opted for a dress with a small black neckline, decorated with small diamonds. Watching her hair in battle, she decides to style and curl it, leaving her long curly lock in front of her eyes.

"It should be enough ... Come on ... I can do it." she thinks.

She puts on her black shawl and heads for the saloon.

"As long as she comes ..." thinks Aaron, in front of his small glass of whiskey, until he hears the guards' voices becoming imposing.

"You can't go back!"

"What? But it's not free to enter?" asks Scarlett, shocked.

"No, but to go back, it's 20 dollars!" asked the guard.

"Stop, I invited her!" said Aaron, arriving in time between the two guards.

"Sorry Sheriff, we didn't know that." said one of the two guards, embarrassed.

"Scarlett, come on, I've been waiting for you." said Aaron, holding out his arm.

She grabs his arm without hesitation and lets herself be dragged to the bar.

"I thought I couldn't go back. I didn't know it paid off." she said softly.

"I should have warned you, forgive me, but as I invite you, we have free rein." he said, looking at her.

"Fortunately you are Sheriff otherwise ... I will not have passed."

"Hehe, come on, come and have a drink."

"Since time. But I have no money ..."

"I'm the one paying, since I invited you." said Aaron with a charming smile.

While they were drinking, Aaron watched Scarlett from top to bottom.

"You're beautiful tonight, Scarlett ..." said Aaron, shyly.

"Oh… thanks… does that mean that on other days, I look like a rag?" she asks, suspicious.

"Huh? No, no, take it as a compliment! I'm sincere, now or on other days, you're ravishing."

"You have to say that to all the women you know."

"I'm not interested in other women, you mean the most to me tonight." he said, placing his hand gently against her shoulder.

Scarlett feels a shiver run down her back. Why was he doing this for her? She flees her gaze, not knowing what to do or how to react. In the distance, three women, provocatively dressed, call the Sheriff in the distance, then they start to walk towards him.

"Looks like you have company." whispers Scarlett to Aaron.

"Ooh dear Sheriff! You here? We weren't expecting it!" said one of them.

"Stay a little with you!" begs the other, resting her chest against him.

Aaron looked very embarrassed and couldn't help but blush.

"I would like to, but I'm already busy, ladies, but can you do us a favor?"

"Oooh? Which one?"

"Try to distract the guards, a little bit of your company would do them good." said Aaron, praying that it would work.

"Your desires are orders, Sheriff! Hihi! Come girls!" said one of them, jumping on the guards.

"Come on, Scarlett! Let's go outside!" said Aaron, taking her hand.

It was a diversion, the two of them rush out and sit at a table outside in the light of the lanterns.

"But why did you do this?" she asks, exhausted from this race.

"I didn't want to be locked up in this place with her crazy people… I saw that you were embarrassed. Outside, it's better, just you and me."

"Hehe, you're right, I was starting to suffocate, I don't like the crowd."

"I know it ... are you hungry?" he asks.

"Not too much ... Maybe a few aperitifs." she replies, touching her hair.

Once the aperitifs are there, Scarlett asks a question that was running through her head.

"Tell me ... Do you like what you do? Well, I mean, as a Sheriff." she asks.

"You know, being Sheriff was not a vocation for me." he replies, taking a square of cheese.

"What do you mean ?" Scarlett was starting to be interested.

"Since childhood, I had a dream, to go around South America. But I was brought back to reality by my father. I was very close to him, but the only one I did not like at his place was his authority and his arrogance. He himself was Sheriff before my turn, I had to be ready to succeed him because he was getting old. He said that traveling was for the gypsies and the Indians. instead, I saw the sea, as I told you before. The sea was my only comfort, I found peace. "

"It must be wonderful ..." sighs Scarlett, listening to him attentively.

"I will take you there, I promise you." he said, looking her in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this for me, there are other women who would dream of seeing the sea with you."

"You are the only woman I would like to take." he said, putting his fingers on Scarlett's hand.

She withdraws her hand a little, blushing.

"Why are you interested in me? I'm boring, and other women are better than me, they deserve you. One day, you will have to find a woman to be your wife."

Hearing this, Aaron wondered if it was the right time to tell him what he really felt for her. Suddenly, soft music cuts him off before a sound even comes out of his mouth. A slow… nothing better to get closer to the one who won his heart.

"Would you like to dance ?" he asks.

"I don't know how to dance ..." she replies, closing in on herself.

"Come, it's easy." he said, taking her hand.

They stand up and put his hands on her back.

"What are you doing ?" Scarlett jumps.

"Put your hands on my shoulders."

But being small, her hands land on Aaron's chest. Which makes him blush more and more.

"Let yourself be lulled and guided by me and the music." he whispers in her ear.

Scarlett was mesmerized by her words and her reassuring voice. She lets herself be entirely done. She sticks against him, Aaron felt like immense happiness in his heart and thousands of butterflies in his belly. Scarlett felt reassured in his arms, their dance turns into a passionate embrace. They cuddled for a long time until the music stopped.

"To answer your question before, I don't need to search among all the women who are here, because the only woman I love is in front of me." he said, taking her hand.

"Huh? What ... what did you say?"

Scarlett understood perfectly, but she refused to believe it. It was too much for her, she wanted to escape from this awkward moment. Aaron was waiting for her reaction.

"Um ... I think you are wrong, Aaron ... I am not the one you think ... or the one you want ..."

"Why do you say that ?" asks Aaron, who did not expect her reaction.

"Excuse me, I have to go back ..." she lets go of his hand and runs away.

Aaron is left alone and taken aback, what did he do wrong? He sets off in pursuit. She was opening her door.

"Scarlett! What did I do? Did I hurt you?" he wrote, joining her.

"Leave me alone, it's better for you and me that we each stay on our side. You have nothing to do with me." she said coldly.

"Scarlett, I don't understand, I just confessed that I love you! I thought that…"

"Well, think no more! You will never love me! I will make you suffer!" she writes.

Aaron didn't understand why she said that. He follows her to the kitchen.

"Get out of my house!" writes Scarlett, her eyes filling with tears.

"Scarlett, calm down… we can explain…" said Aaron, taking her in his arms.

Scarlett brutally pushes him away and grabs a knife, pointing it at him. Aaron steps back in fear.

"Ho! Scarlett! Put down that knife!"

"I will not make you happy! I am a monster! I will no longer trust a man!" she yells, hysterical.

Aaron closes the door to prevent his screams from attracting the attention of a villager.

"Scarlett, we can talk about it calmly, please, drop that knife." he said, advancing cautiously.

"Stop! Otherwise I will kill myself in front of you! I deserve it! I would rather die than surrender!" she said, turning the knife against her.

"SCARLETT !! No !!" he rushes over to her and grabs her wrist, removing the knife and letting it slide further to the ground.

"AAAH !! LEAVE ME! Kill me!" she yells, struggling.

Aaron holds her tightly in his arms until she calms down and she bursts into tears, falling to her knees, still in Aaron's arms.

"Shhhh ... calm down ... what's this story? Why should I stop you? Want to talk about it?" he asks silently.

She nods to say yes. He covers her with his coat and goes to the living room sofa.

"I don't come from here, actually. I'm from town. I was training with my mom so I was ready to inherit the business."

"I see ... but what is wrong with that?"

"In the meantime, I was forced to be with a man just to make me descendants. I was unable to conceive ... He ..." she stops in her sentence, feeling the tears come to her eyes.

"Shhhh, take your time ..." said Aaron, thinking about the worst that could have happened to her.

"He ... he raped me! Saying it's my fault ..." said Scarlett, bursting into tears.

Aaron was shocked by this revelation, he could never have thought of it, he cradled her in his arms.

"You know why I have this scar on my cheek? It was beating me too! One day, it was one time too many, it hit me again and ... I grabbed a knife, and ... I wanted to defend myself but I ... I stabbed him ... "she said, whispering the end of her sentence, still bursting into tears.

Aaron finally understood why she was so scared and that she never went out. He continues to listen to her.

"What happened next ?" he asks.

"I ... I was tried, but I was released because I used self-defense. Half defended me and the other called me a murderer ... I left town to settle here after the death of my mother. I prayed that no one would recognize me when I went outside ... I didn't want it to end like that. " Scarlett replies, drying her tears.

"I'm on your side ... you defended yourself and this junk deserved it, no one has the right to hit a woman!"

Scarlett was amazed that the Sheriff was part of her terrible past.

"You have to stop me ..." she said.

"No ... I won't do it. I understand why you don't trust me ... rather men ..."

"I ... I didn't say I don't trust you. I need time for that ... you're the only one who really seems to want to take care of me ..."

"For the moment, I will make sure that no one does you harm ... for my part, I will never harm you, I will never leave you, we will take our time." said Aaron, hugging her.

"Aaron ..." whispers Scarlett, hugging him too.

"You deserve happiness, everything you told me stays here, your secret will be ours." he said, looking at her.

Gently, he approaches her face, his lips brush against hers, Scarlett turns her head slightly, everything was going so fast for her. But she couldn't help smiling after this delicate gesture.

"I'll wait for you, Scarlett ... take the time it takes." said Aaron, taking her hand.

"You don't have to keep more secrets between us." he finished, kissing her forehead.

"I will come to see you as soon as I can." said Aaron, getting up.

"I prefer the night, I like it when you see me at that time." said Scarlett smiling, then she continues.

"And thank you again for trusting me."

Aaron turns around, he comes back to her, puts his two hands gently on her cheeks and kisses her tenderly. Scarlett remains frozen as if someone had cast a spell on her, she doesn't protest and relishes this kiss.

He breaks the kiss and says to her:

"I love you…"

Scarlett didn't know if she should answer him, she didn't want to rush, yet her feelings were mutual. She answers him with a simple smile and Aaron leaves in silence.

To be continued...

Part 2 :

[dab7isbambam]

Clubbing with Jaebum

“Why do you like that so much? Standing there surrounded by all those sweaty and smelly people?”

Jaebum judges you, while you both sit in the car on your way to the club.

“I'm not just 'standing' there Mr Jaebum! I'm dancing! I am having fun with all those people and being part of the smelly, sweaty crowd!”

You clarify proudly with an amused grin on your face.

“Still, I don't get it...”

he shrugs his shoulders.

“You are no fun, you know that!”

you laugh and just shake your head.

“Well, I'm still coming with you, soo...”

he looks over to you again.

“I actually don't get why...”

you laugh and he clears his throat.

“First of all, who should take care of you when you are drunk, when not me? Second, who should protect you if a boy comes to close to you? And who should laugh about you awful jokes on the way home, when not me?”

he counts with his fingers. You just laugh.

“Wait? Are you my boyfriend or what?”

you laugh, knowing that you would wish for it, but you feel like Jaebum just sees you as his little sister. His mimic changes for a second and he looks truly hurt, but he shakes his head, again cleaning his throat.

“That's what you call a best friend dumbo!”

he grins, still a little hurt, but you don't notice.

“You really don't have to do that Jb!”

you smile while opening your bum bag you hang around your shoulder, since you are about to arrive at the Club.

“It's more exciting that sitting home alone.”

he just says and turns around to the Window, waiting to get out of the car. The Uber stops, you pay him and stand beside Jaebum in the Row.

“Today is going to be the day I am showing you how much fun the dancing is! Believe me!”

you say confident smiling and put one Hand on his Shoulder. He looks to your Hand and then to your face with a critical eye.

“Do you remember that you said that the last times too?”

he teases you and you hit him softly on his Arm.

“You are just too stubborn, but today I believe I can do it!”

you say confident and place your Hands in your pockets because the wind kinda cools the outside down.

“Sure.”

he says grabbing your wrists and pulls your hands out of your pockets so that he can warm them up with his own hands by placing yours between his and rubbing them a little.

“Thanks!”

you whisper with a smile on your face. He just nods. You ask yourself once again how he can be that cute, sexy and manly, all that in just one moment. A few minutes fly by and you can already enter the sticky lout club.

“Let's grab some drinks first!”

he says in a loud voice so you can hear him through the loud music.

“Hell yeah!”

you nod and he pulls you gently to that bar where he orders some cocktails.

It doesn't take long til the cocktails are done and you take your first sip.

“Let's go to one of the couches back there!”

he suggests and you nod, letting him guide you through the crowd. He sits down on almost empty, where is not much space next to him. You pout a little and he immediately starts to scotch over to the unknown couple next to him so you easily can sit next to him. You sit down and lay your head for a bit on his shoulder.

“Ahh, I was so excited for this all week!”

you smile bright.

“What a coincidence! All the couples on the couches!”

you can hear the unknown boy tell his girlfriend next to him as he noticed us.

With an amused smile Jaebum lays his arm around your shoulders.

“Ehrm, sorry if you get this wrong, but we are not a couple!”

you laugh, trying to break the awkward feeling, but Jaebum did thought so.

“Oh, I'm really sorry, you looked like one!”

he excuses himself and I nod in acceptance.

“Just let them believe what they want!”

Jaebum says and looks down on you a bit.

“But I don't like lying and especially misunderstandings! I don't like when things get awkward!”

you explain and he just gently stroking your arm, nodding to whatever you say.

“I know.”

he smiles and looks forward to watch the people dance. You finish the drink and he immediately stand up.

“I'll grab us some new once!”

he says and disappears in the crowd. Your take the chance to stand up and go some steps towards the crowd to start dancing a bit. The song changes a third time now and you finally turn around to look if Jaebum is already back. Your search the couches since your were pushed a little a side from your place. As you spot him he is sitting there alone, his arms spread left and right on the backrest. He looks at you with a satisfied grin on his face. You smile at him and try to wave him over but he just shakes his head a centimeter and sips on his cocktail. You don't want to give up, so you go over to him, grab his wrist and try to pull, so he would stand up but that ain't happening. A bit desperate you sit next to him, leaning into his Arm which you were pulling just before.

“Okay, that can wait for now...”

your grin, hoping to get him a little drunk so you can convince him to dance with you. Satisfied Jaebum just smiles and watching you, how you bottom up the cocktail.

“Don't overdo it!”

he smiles at you. You just take his Cocktail and want to do the same but he graps it, so you can't drink it.

“Hey, what are you doing? That is mine!”

he grins a bit confused and finishes his drink also in one go.

“Get drunk already, so we can dance!”

you tell him afterwards but he just laughs.

“Don't focus on me, just do your thing!”

he says and you pout.

“But I want to do my thing with you! Its fun, believe me!”

you beg but he shakes his head again.

“Okay, you don't know what you are missing!”

your finally say and stand up again. Again you go a few steps away, at the edge of the crowd, so Jaebum can perfectly see you and you can still be a part of the dancing crowd. You start dancing, moving your hips to the beat, closing your eyes, throwing your head in your neck, just enjoying the music. You can feel Jaebum's looks on you, so you try to dance sexy more, but you can soon feel some dude coming from behind to dance with you. The heat and the strobe light gets your already dizzy and the alcohol seems to work better. You wish to make Jaebum a bit jealous but as soon as you look in his direction you spot a girl right next to him. They both seem to have a chat, and Jaebum laughs. A stinging pain goes through your heart and you get sad a bit. He is famous with girls, and apparently he really sees you as a little sister, what hurts even more. You try to ignore what you just saw and keep dancing with this dude.

The next song is a bit slower, so he kinda pulls you closer to him, now your body is very close to his. You just ignore it and keep dancing. You really want to go to Jaebum right now, but you don't have the guts, and sending that girl away is kinda like a confession to him. Your thoughts are getting foggy from the alcohol before. After a while you look over again, backing away from themen you was dancing with, but you can't see Jaebum, neither the girl. Again your heart is in pain again, it hurts more with alcohol. Your turn around again to face the dude but what you see is not him, it's Jaebum, looking into your eyes with fire and anger.

“What are you doing here?”

you ask him suprised. He looks at you with a mad and judging face.

“You danced with another man.”

he whispers with a clear voice in your ear. You laugh and put your arms around his neck so he can't flee.

“That’s new that is upsets you. Also, you wouldn't dance with me so I found someone else.”

you smile but he just squeezes his eyes a bit, giving you this look full of anger and passion.

“You gave up on me that fast? Disappointing.”

he murmur inspecting your face. You kinda like the way he looks at you, it gives you a shiver.

“I saw you with that girl, I though you found someone else.”

you say reprehensibly and raise one eyebrow.

“That was just a colleague. I would never replace you that fast.”

he whispers again with this passionate look. His voice and eyes are turning you crazy.

“I made it!”

you whisper victoriously as you realize that you are both moving with the beat. He starts grinning and nods.

“I like it more to dance with you.”

you grin and feel the heat rushing to your head. Ye stays quiet, continuing moving to the beat and grinning. You inspect his face as well, but you can't get your eyes of his lips. What if you would just kiss him? Without a second though, you can feel yourself moving closer to his lips. Jaebum stares at you satisfied, letting you do what you want. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you though you can do it but you stopped, making the situation weird. Not a second is passing and Jaebum presses his lips against yours. He grins in the kiss as he can feel your knees get all shaky, but nothing can happen because of his tight grip around your waist. You enjoy the kiss, pulling him a little closer with your hand in his neck. After a while you let go of each other again. You can't help but smile, not able to form a sentence or even a word.

“Did you imagine it like that?”

he asks teasingly, amused to see you speechless. You nod heavily and he grins constantly with this passionate, flames in his eyes. You pull him closer again, laying your head on his shoulder, hiding your face on his neck. He wraps his arms even more around your body, pulling you closer.

“I expected it to be amazing, but that it would be that unbelievable...”

he whispers. You back of again and look in his face.

“You thought of that before?”

your grin and he nods.

“Sure, why shouldn’t I dream of kissing those perfect lips!”

he whispers, biting his lower lip while scanning yours.

“I really like you, I thought you noticed it already!”

he smiles and you just stand there perplex.

“Do you don't like me that way? I mean I could understand...”

he gets insecure a bit, but still giving you that hot stare. You make him stop talking whilst pulling him into a kiss again.

“I think that means you like me too.”

he mumbles as you both let go of each other again. You laugh and nod heavily.

“What a relief.”

he grins biting his lover lip. You lean your head again against his shoulder as you dance to the following slow music.

[wearesungreenmylove]

pt. 1

Simon: What age? High school or college?

Simon: By me saying the WiFi is proper shite I really mean that it's got a password and I was too awkward earlier to ask for it

Luna: HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND VANISH!!

Luna: I've got no idea what to do with this and you are clearly more emotionally invested

Simon: You could have serenaded him with cherry blossoms *so romantic*

Simon: *Google searches how to sign "please go on a date with Luna"*

Simon: Just keep writing just keep writing what do you do you write write write

While I creepily read along

Luna: To answer your question, yes, your book does have the typo

Simon: My toes are cold

Simon: I'm home. Just checking in with all the gays took a while

Simon: I just searched pain on Tumblr and it was like "are you okay" and then some lifeline, right? LIKE, NOOO!!! I WAS LOOKING FOR MY FIC

Luna: I don't know why I thought this was a good idea shisheiene

Luna: Quick, what's the gayest gay bar name you can think of, gay person?

Luna: How is a gay bar better than a frat party, Simon?

{i have discovered that they asked me to watch the shannara chronicles, which is on netflix, if anyone wants to join me in that}

Simon: You do have an insanely ginormous crush on him

Luna: And at the same time I thought "the fuck why is this a ship"

Luna: *hisssss* NO STANLON. STENBROUGH FOR LIFE.

Simon: more like stenbro

Simon: I have 11 children

Luna: There are grim reapers walking around the track. Should I be concerned? XD

Now there's a horde coming towards me imma back away slowly

They're planting graves now Rest In Peace

{it's at this point that i have accidentally pressed the back button, returning me to the bottom, so i'm now taking several minutes to find where i was again}

Luna: Okay, so are we. We had struggles with a show and went out later than expected.

Simon: You should make a kylodaddy sideblog

Simon: You know in Mulan when the mom is like "would you like to stay for dinner" and then the grandma's like "would you like to stay FOREVER". yeah, i am the grandma

Luna: She just said "nobody wants to see your butthole, Grant. We can barely stand looking at your face!"

Luna: Ha! No, not only would it ruin my moody "I hate everything" reputation I've gathered in this class, I would be murdered

Luna: Have fun at your gay thing XD

Simon: Last year I could almost perfectly copy Ashley's handwriting

Simon: And Mr. Schroeder?

Simon: At least you could partially blame that one on me

Luna: HE BUMPED ME

Simon: YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE OVER EMAIL

Luna: You're way too excited honestly I feel like you're gonna expect like fucking Keiynan Lonsdale-like perfection and then just get Caleb

Simon: Is it the kylodaddy club group chat? *wiggles eyebrows*

Simon: I will cancel his plans

Simon: don't judge me

Simon: I DON'T KNOW HIM SO IM ALLOWED TO BREAK THEM UP RIGHT

Luna: YESSSSS MY CHILD YOU HAVE TAKEN MY NAME FOR YOU I AM IN TEARS OF JOY

Simon: Ohkay, so we've got some nice middle age lesbians. Finally some representation

Simon: Could be a link to CACTUS PORN

Or that BIG LONG JUICY TOE

Simon: Also, *BONER NOISE*

Luna: h e c k y e a h

Luna: I'M PUTTING TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS BUT WHATEVER

Luna: Like I feel like maybe he would swish them around a lot absentmindedly

Simon: Yes, by like 3 inches

Luna: She's pretty tough for a crazy half-psychic

Luna: EW why no you've ruined him for me

Luna: Is this how you flirt

Simon: ...you literally sent it three minutes ago

Simon: WINKY FACE MEANS FLIRTING TRUST ME

Simon: HELLO I'M HERE, I'M QUEER, AND WOULD YOU PLEASE LIKE TO GO OUT WITH ME

Luna: I feel like you're over-invested in my love life

Simon: I thought you already knew that I give bad romance advice

Simon: Just because I'm in a relationship doesn't mean I know how I did it

Luna: aCK WHY NO THAT'S SO FORWARD

Simon: I just Google searched how to casually ask a guy out, so I hope you're happy

Luna: I kinda want to channel my inner Eddie Kaspbrak but I'm nervous

Luna: YPU AND MY BROTHER HAVE THE SAME GAY MIND

Simon: I will come caress your legs

Luna: Y'know what, you're the only person I'd let take a bunch of pictures of me, so

Luna: Although we should 110% have a photo shoot in downtown [insert the place we live] sometime with you and me

Simon: Fuck, I just realized I have a math quiz today

Simon: Spoil me up Luna

Luna: How much fanfiction DO you read, Si? It's all you're ever doing

Simon: Probably more than is healthy, but I have no regrets!!!

until I'm failing all my classes

oops

Simon: Hey, this time it really is a link to porn

Simon: Just text him saying that masturbation is not the answer

Luna: SIMON I'm gonna be kidnapped help

Luna: Caleb says happy birthday back

Luna: AND HE DROPPED THE FUCK WORD

Simon: Mac and Cheesie

We will not rest easy

Simon: Don't you have a lesbian aunt?

Luna: So there's ice cream truck music but it keeps fading in and out and I can't tell what direction it's coming from and all I can think is Pennywise??

Simon: 'drive yourself you crusty dick sock'

Simon: considering that we did the would you date me thing neither do i

Luna: Jesus, someone's getting frisky

Simon: FUCKIN YEEHAW

Luna: *praying in Italian*

Simon: we can both get boners together *winks*

Luna: Jesus your boner made me jump

Simon: Luna is in fact just a torso head and arms

Simon: oh hey it worked

i was just spelling diamond wrong

Luna: *sigh*

Luna: Me: *almost falls asleep on couch*

Also Me ; *lays down in bed* tHiS iS nO tImE fOr SlEePiNg!

[slowlybeautifulwerewolf]

Can't Delete Spotify Mac

Delete Spotify From Pc

Spotify Delete Account

How Delete Files That Won't Delete

I'm using the free version of Spotify on my MacBook Pro, and for some reason, I can no longer delete playlists. I go into the playlist, click on the (.) button under the playlist title, and click 'delete' from the drop down menu. This wikiHow teaches you how to close permanently your Spotify account. Since the Spotify mobile app doesn't allow you to delete your account, you'll need to use a computer to do this. If you have a Spotify Premium subscription, you'll need to cancel it before you can close your Spotify account.

Spotify offers music as the artist intends it to be heard, so it can sometimes include explicit content. Look out for the EXPLICIT tag on any releases.

Note: Our explicit content tags are applied based on information we receive from rights-holders. We can’t guarantee all explicit content is marked as such.

Filtering explicit content

You can choose to allow or prevent explicit content playing on your account. If you manage a Premium Family plan, you can also allow or prevent explicit content playing for other members of the plan.

Filter out content labelled as explicit with these steps:

Mobile and tablet

Tap Home .

Tap Settings .

Tap Explicit Content.

Switch Allow Explicit Content off (gray).

Tracks marked as explicit now appear grayed out. It’s not possible to play them and they are skipped over by the player.

Desktop

Click the arrow in the top-right corner and select Settings.

Under Explicit Content, switch Allow playback of explicit-rated content off (gray).

Note: Explicit content settings don’t apply if you use Spotify Connect to play to another device.

Remember: Content we identify as explicit is based on information we receive from rights-holders, so it’s possible some explicit content will still play even if you’ve blocked explicit-rated content. If you spot a song that needs an explicit tag, let us know by tapping next to the song and select Report Explicit Content.

For: Premium Family plan managers.

To block content labelled as explicit for a plan member:

Go to your account page.

Select Premium Family in the menu on the left.

Click on the member you’d like to stop hearing explicit content.

Switch Allow explicit content off (gray).

Remember: Content we identify as explicit is based on information we receive from rights-holders, so it’s possible some explicit content will still play even if you’ve blocked it. If you spot a song that needs an explicit tag, let us know by tapping next to the song and select Report Explicit Content.

Finding clean versions

You can check for clean versions of songs marked as explicit. Pick your device to learn how:

Note: Some explicit content may not have a clean version available.

On an album page, scroll down to the bottom of the track listings.

Find more releases of the same album in the bottom-right. Note: If you don’t see this option, there are no other versions of the album currently available on Spotify.

Choose a version of the album that doesn’t have the EXPLICIT label.

You can also enter the title of the song into the search bar to find any versions that aren’t marked as explicit.

Enter the title of the song into the search bar to find any versions that aren’t marked as explicit.

1st: If I start a radio station based on a genre or a song and I thumbs up a song within this playlist that I like, 'Spotify' starts to recycle the same 2-5 songs and keeps them on repeat. I have no idea why this. Spotify free is trash.

Note: Some explicit content may not have a clean version available.

Aug 30,2019 • Filed to: Streaming Music Services & Sites Tips • Proven solutions

Spotify is the most poppular music streaming service that allows you to stream music on Spotify site or Spotify music app legally. It provides you with 20 million songs for legally streaming. You can register for Spotify Free or Spotify Premium to enjoy different service.

While there are many people find Spotify is terrible after trying. You might wonder you have got any virus after installing Spotify. So some people might search around to find way to uninstall Spotify on Mac OS securely. Look no further! Here is the solution for you.

iMusic - Spotify Music Collection/Download Tool

Download music from more than 3000 music sites such as YouTube, Dailymotion, Vimeo, Vevo, Hulu, Spotify, and much more through copying and pasting the URLs.

Transfer music between a computer, iPhone, iTunes Library, iPad, iPod and Android phones making it easy to share songs.

Record music from radio stations and streaming sites and gets the identification of the songs including the title, album artist, and genre.

It acts as a management toolbox that lets you manage iPad, iPod, iPhone and Android phones iTunes Library through options like backup iTunes, recover iTunes Library, fix iTunes music tags and covers as well as remove music DRM protection.

Batch download of files is supported where you can download up to 100 songs at the same time.

1 click to transfer downloaded music and playlist to USB drive to enjoy in car.

Ability to burn downloaded songs and playlists to CDs easily.

Part 1. Does Spotify Give You a Virus?

Is Spotify Safe?

Spotify is a great program and it is perfectly safe to use. Spotify will not introduce any viruses onto your computer or put your computer at risk in anyway. Some users might worry that Spotify is unsafe because occasionally errors can occur when comes Spotify into conflict with your computer’s firewall or anti-virus program. This is more likely to happen if you are running the free version of Spotify, which contains ad content.

The idea of a conflict with your anti-virus software is understandably alarming. It’s natural to wonder if this means that Spotify is an unsafe program and could give your computer a virus. The answer to that question is no. Spotify does not contain any viruses and there are also no viruses on any of the ads on Spotify. Your anti-virus software is likely just flagging any content with ads just to be on the safe side, including Spotify.

You do not need to worry about Spotify causing a virus on your computer, however you may have to work around your anti-virus program. If your anti-virus software is causing problems, then you will want to make sure that Spotify is listed as an “accepted” program. This means that you will no longer get notices from your anti-virus when you are using Spotify. You will also want to do the same thing with your firewall. It is safe to do this because Spotify is virus free and will not harm your computer.

Why Users Think Spotify Terrible

Some Spotify users worry about their privacy while using Spotify. Spotify is linked to your social media accounts, which lets you share your playlists with your friends. Some users don’t like this feature and don’t like that Spotify updates their playing history onto Facebook. There are no privacy risks with this feature, Spotify does not share any information except what you allow.

However if the idea still makes you uncomfortable, it is easily fixed. If you don’t want to share your updates on Facebook, all you have to do is change your preferences. There will be a section labelled “Facebook” and an option to send music to Facebook. You just have to unclick this option and your music history will no longer show up on Facebook.

Another issue that Spotify users have mentioned is that Spotify stops working after an update. This happens because your computer no longer recognizes the version of Spotify that you have installed. The way to fix this is to uninstall Spotify and then download and install the most recent version of Spotify. When re-installing Spotify, you always want to make sure to download the most recent version of the program to avoid any issues or bugs.

If you are really unhappy with Spotify and want to uninstall the program or if you are having an error and need to uninstall it, it is easy to do. Spotify is a user friendly program that is easy to use. To uninstall Spotify on your Mac you just have to follow a few simple steps, which are listed below.

Step 1:To start you need to completely exit Spotify. You can do this by going to the Spotify menu and then clicking “Quit”. Once you have quit Spotify and it is no longer showing your program bar, you can will be able to uninstall it.

Step 2: You will then need to open your Finder menu bar and under “Go” find your library. If your library is not visible, then hold your alt key and it will appear. Once you click on library, your library folder will open, allowing you to access the contents.

Step 3: Once you are in your library, go to your Cache and delete the Spotify folder. This folder will be labelled “com.spotify.client” and you can right click it to delete or you can manually drag it to your trash.

Step 4: Hit the back button and once you are back in your library. Now go to your Applications folder. Once you are in your Applications, delete the Spotify folder from your applications. Once again, you can either right click and select ‘delete’ from the menu or you can manually drag the folder to your trash.

Step 5: Open your find menu and select “secure empty trash”. This will make sure the files have been securely deleted from your computer. Once you have emptied your trash, you will want to restart your computer and once you do, Spotify will have been completely removed from your computer.

Check Your Mac after Uninstalling Spotify

Delete Spotify From Pc

Once you have uninstalled Spotify from your computer, you can run your anti-virus or malware programs and see if there are any issues to be found. Running the program should fix whatever issues you might have and help you pinpoint the culprit. Once you have removed the harmful programs from your computer, hopefully you will be ready to re-install Spotify.

Spotify Delete Account

To re-install Spotify, all you have to do is download the latest version from the website. Once you do that, you will be able to run the installation tool and start using Spotify once more. You will also be able to be assured that whatever problems you were experiencing, they were not caused by Spotify and hopefully this will help you feel safe and confident about using Spotify.

Spotify is not a perfect program and like any other software, it can occasionally have bugs that need to be fixed. However, Spotify does not contain any viruses, it will not introduce viruses onto your computer and it is completely safe to use. All Spotify errors are easily fixed and if you are unhappy with Spotify, it is easy to uninstall the program. https://slowlybeautifulwerewolf.tumblr.com/post/648332896055296000/spotify-apk-download-android-premium. Spotify prides itself on being a very user-friendly program that does its best to maximize you music streaming experience.

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You Had Me at Step One: The Recipes We Can't Quit

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You Had Me at Step One: The Recipes We Can't Quit

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What are your criteria for a Valentine’s Day crush? Exciting and obsession-worthy are good starts. But we look for other traits, too—tender and comforting is nice, and trustworthy, steadfast, and reliable are all musts. Ideally, they’ll also be eye-catching and captivating, they’ll stimulate your senses, and they’ll always, always leave you wanting more. And, of course, variety in texture is of paramount importance—and we’re definitely partial to a balance of sweet and salty, tart and herbal…

Oh, that’s an important distinction. We’re talking about our food crushes here, not human ones.

Romance with a real, beating-heart life form is all well and good, but a beloved recipe will let you have your cake and eat it, too—or your pie, or the eggplant parm of your dreams, whatever the case may be. Below, you’ll find the recipes that, for us, check all the above boxes and more. These are the dishes that we come back to time and again—the meals we gaze at lovingly, take countless pictures of, and can’t stop bragging about. You might say we’re too engrossed in our work, that maybe we should consider stepping out of the kitchen and tending to our relationships with friends and family. To that, we can only reply: These recipes would never say that about us.

Pressure Cooker Chicken With Chickpeas, Chorizo, and Tomatoes

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Whenever someone asks me what I make in my Instant Pot, I tell them about this recipe—it’s the first pressure cooker meal I ever made, and it’s super easy. Why? You simply throw in the ingredients and cook them on high pressure for 15 minutes, and dinner is ready. What’s more, most of the ingredients are things you likely already have in your pantry, like chickpeas, paprika, chicken stock, and diced tomatoes. Just pick up your chicken and chorizo, and you’ll be good to go. I really can’t say enough about how delicious this is—it’s spicy and salty, comforting and filling. It’s hearty, but the dash of sherry vinegar at the end gives it a wonderful brightness. I like to pour in some couscous at the last minute or prepare some rice on the side, then eat the leftovers all week long. —Ariel Kanter, marketing director

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The Best Cherry Pie

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

When Stella first joined the Serious Eats team full time, among the first things we asked her to prioritize were classic fruit pies, like apple, cherry, and blueberry. She was not excited. “I don’t really like pie,” I remember her telling me, her slight Southern drawl dragging out the word “like” so as to more delicately deliver the bad news. “No kidding? That’s crazy…but you can make pie, right?” I shot back, the pushy New Yorker in me cutting to the point. “Sure, I can make pie.” I wasn’t too worried. With Stella’s talents, her pies weren’t going to be bad, that much was certain. So when she flew to New York to make and photograph her pies for publication, I looked forward to tasting them. Still, given her warning, I wasn’t expecting to take a bite and then have my eyes bulge from their sockets, a condition that I believe has caused a permanent change to my glasses prescription.

Stella’s pies, and her cherry pie in particular, are the greatest pies I have ever eaten anywhere in my entire life, full stop, period, the end. And I love pie, so that’s saying a lot. The fillings explode with fruit, and she’s dialed in her sugar and starch levels for pitch-perfect texture and flavor. And her crust! It’s the flakiest, the crispiest, the golden-est, the moisture-resistant-iest, the still-perfect-the-next-day-iest (yes, even the bottom crust, after it’s sat below the filling overnight). How a person who claims to not like pie could make the world’s best version, I’ll never know, but I’m eternally grateful. —Daniel Gritzer, managing culinary director

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30-Minute Tuscan White Bean Soup

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I make a batch of this soup at least three times each winter. It’s incredibly easy (as all soups should be, in my opinion), and, in the words of Kenji, it has a great flavor-to-work ratio. The white beans give it the heft I want from a hearty winter soup, and the addition of a Parmesan rind to enrich the broth is a revelation. Pro tip: Take a hint from another one of Kenji’s soups and add some lemon zest to brighten it all up. —Vicky Wasik, visual director

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Perfect Prime Rib

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My wife, Vicky, is the baker in the family, so if she were looking over my shoulder as I wrote this, I’m sure she would be extolling the virtues of one of Stella’s recipes, like her angel food cake. But she’s not here, so I’m going to give props to an oldie (and, if it’s dry-aged meat, moldy) Serious Eats recipe: Kenji’s unforgettable prime rib. It’s time-consuming, and the finished product is more than a little unwieldy, but damn, is it delicious. In my estimation, it might be beef’s Platonic ideal. Plus, if you make Kenji’s prime rib for a dinner party, it’ll make one hell of an entrance when you bring it to the table—your guests will be impressed before they take a single bite. Make sure to give the entire article a read, even if it isn’t till after you put the roast in the oven: It’s full of both useful and interesting beef-related tidbits and down-to-earth scientific intel. —Ed Levine, founder

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One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls

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My ultimate move for proving I’m a strong, independent woman—to my parents, to my friends, to my potential suitors—is pulling out an impressive recipe and executing it flawlessly. The key is for said impressive recipe to be deceptively easy. Enter Stella’s overnight cinnamon rolls. They truly require only one bowl and a stand mixer, and the rest is up to simple science. There’s not much more I can say about this recipe, except that it just works. The Greek yogurt incorporated into the dough gives the buns an almost Cinnabon-like quality—it keeps the dough super light and fluffy and produces the most amazing smell while they bake. It gets people hyped. I firmly believe there is no more special way to start the day than with one of these rolls. They turn an average Saturday into a memorable one. And on an already-special day—like when I made them for my family for Christmas Day—they’re just the icing on the, well, cinnamon bun. —Kristina Bornholtz, social media manager

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Chicken Paprikash

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In the depths of winter, when we’re craving something hearty and soul-warming but not overwhelmingly, tiringly rich, and neither a soup nor even a chili will do, my boyfriend and I can always agree on the merits of chicken paprikash. Kenji’s recipe takes more effort, but in just a bit more time than your run-of-the-mill paprikash recipe, it produces a silky, tangy, full-bodied stew punched up with plenty of good paprika, enriched with fish sauce and gelatin-enhanced stock, and brightened with yogurt, citrus, and grassy dill. If I have an extra half hour, a spare burner, and a few clear inches of counter space, I’ll boil up some shreds of homemade herb spaetzle and ladle the paprikash over it. On a leisurely late afternoon, over our two steaming bowls and another episode of some TV show we’ve watched a million times, nothing could be more comforting. —Marissa Chen, office manager

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Vegan Garbanzos Con Espinacas y Jengibre (Spanish Chickpea and Spinach Stew With Ginger)

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There’s a reason Kenji calls this his favorite Serious Eats recipe. Okay—to be fair, I don’t know if he loves it for the same reasons I do, but I can come up with a few possibilities. Like some of my favorite people, it’s special because it doesn’t require a lot of poking or prodding or huge expenditures of effort to be good. It combines a handful of really unassuming and ordinary features—chickpeas, tomatoes, fresh spinach, ginger, paprika, vinegar—but they’re not quite ingredients you expect to see together, or not ingredients you’ve seen assembled in quite this way, and so they become exciting again. It doesn’t ask too much. Canned beans are okay; white wine vinegar works if you don’t have sherry. It plays happily with your vegan friends and converses easily with your health-nut family members. It’s simple enough that you can start it at the end of a long workday and have energy to spare when it’s done. When you sit down at the table with a bowl of it and a side of crusty bread, you’ll let out one of those little sighs that say, I’m at home, and everything’s okay. And that first bite, a mix of smoky from the paprika and earthy from the chickpeas and bright from the vinegar, will remind you that good and nourishing and easygoing, in food as in people, doesn’t have to mean boring. —Miranda Kaplan, editor

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Sunny Lemon Bars

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

I’m what you might call a reluctant baker—I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, my oven is tiny and unreliable, and even after completing culinary school, I continue to find cakes and breads deeply intimidating. Collectively, these factors have led me to worship Stella’s lemon bars. The buttery and rich shortbread-style crust takes just a few pulses with a food processor to make, and the custard is bright, vividly yellow, and tart enough to keep the sweetness from becoming cloying, a distracting feature in other lemon bars I’ve encountered. They require very little time in the oven, which means I don’t need to stress about them coming out under- or overdone. And, provided you have a good instant-read thermometer, they’re virtually impossible to mess up. The only thing that would frustrate me is the mountain of lemon carcasses left over, but Stella has a solution for those, too: Macerating them in sugar for several hours yields a sweet, lemony syrup, which you can mix right into some whipping cream to top the whole thing off. —Niki Achitoff-Gray, executive managing editor

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Foolproof Pan Pizza

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Most Friday nights when I was growing up, you could find the Cline family at Pizza Hut. The four of us would pile into our wood-paneled station wagon and drive across town to the second-closest Pizza Hut (the nearest location lacked a license to sell beer). My brother and I would spend our time bouncing between the table, the cocktail-style Galaga/Ms. Pac-Man machine, and the jukebox, but eventually we’d settle down for some of Pizza Hut’s pan pizza.

I haven’t been to a Pizza Hut in years, but I make Kenji’s Foolproof Pan Pizza every few months. It’s more or less the perfect re-creation (of my memories) of Pizza Hut’s pan pizza—and it’s really hard to screw up. —Paul Cline, developer

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Light and Fluffy Buttermilk Pancakes

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You know that feeling when someone you’ve cooked for graciously asks for the recipe, even though you both know that they’ll never try it at home—perhaps because it’s too hard, it requires special ingredients, or it calls for a six-hour-long rest in the refrigerator? Well, I’m a firm believer in the idea that you can change someone’s life with a short stack of great pancakes, and maybe some decent maple syrup. That’s why I love Kenji’s buttermilk pancake recipe. If you’re into food science, you can read all about glutenin and gliadin, the pair behind the magic of gluten, in his full article. But let’s say you’re not, and that it’s breakfast time, and you want to feed your family. For a little extra time and prep work (whipping egg whites, folding said whites), you can serve up some pancakes that are way better than the boxed stuff.

When someone asks for this pancake recipe, there’s a pretty good chance they’ll try it for themselves. Today it’s pancakes; tomorrow it’s prime rib (or, you know, waffles). —Sal Vaglica, equipment editor

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Double-Chocolate Cream Pie

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

For special occasions, I pretty much always make Stella’s double-chocolate cream pie. I wouldn’t call this an easy recipe, but Stella’s directions are clear and simple to follow. Go step by step, from the buttery crust to the Swiss meringue, and you won’t fail. This pie is a showstopper for a lot of reasons—the deep chocolate custard (made from dark chocolate and Dutch cocoa powder) is so rich, and the burnished meringue on top looks really professional. The first time I pulled it out of the oven, I couldn’t believe what I had achieved. If you’re looking to impress someone, especially someone who loves chocolate, this is the way to their heart. And mine—please make this for me. —Ariel Kanter, marketing director

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15-Minute Creamy Tomato Soup

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Once the temperature dips below 50°F, I go hard on soup. It’s warm, it’s filling, it’s usually pretty cheap, and the leftovers only improve with time. Plus, you can dip stuff like bread and grilled cheese sandwiches into it. ‘Nuff said. This year’s gray skies and cold snaps have had me reaching for easy comfort food, and Kenji’s 15-minute vegan tomato soup couldn’t be easier or more comforting. “15-minute” jumped out at me first, but it was the simple ingredient list that sealed the deal—I had practically everything I needed to get started. After just 15 minutes, I savored the tangy sweetness known to all good tomato soups, and none of the richness that cream usually brings to the game. So I felt just fine having two bowls of it (so much for leftovers). —Natalie Holt, video producer

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Salisbury Steak

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

There are a lot of exceptional recipes on Serious Eats that I turn to again and again: Kenji’s perfect risotto, Stella’s cheddar biscuits, Daniel’s clams casino, and, more recently, Sohla’s cheesy bread.

But if I had to pick one recipe I love above all others, it would be Daniel’s Salisbury steak, since it embodies everything I love about our approach to recipe development. It isn’t expensive or fancy; it doesn’t really require any special ingredients (aside from liquid smoke, which is optional anyway); it isn’t particularly time-consuming or hard to make; and it is extremely good. I didn’t grow up eating this stuff at lunch counters or cafeterias or out of TV dinner trays, so there isn’t even any element of nostalgia for me—it’s just supremely tasty. And how could it not be? It’s basically a good meatball in patty form, topped with a rich mushroom sauce.

After making it more times than I care to count, I’ve realized that the recipe is also a prime example of the importance of technique, and of how paying attention to the little details can make a good dish great. Sure, you can choose not to mince the onions that go into the patties, and you can choose not to diligently slide the patties around in the pan so that their surfaces are nicely browned all around; it’s true that you can skimp on properly browning the mushrooms, or overshoot the final cooking temperature, or skip the smidgen of cider vinegar at the end. The Salisbury steak you eat will still be pretty tasty. But if you do cut the onions into a proper mince and check the meat mixture for seasoning, if you properly brown the meat and the mushrooms, and if you taste the final sauce and add vinegar bit by bit at the very end, what arrives at the table is the kind of meal only an accomplished cook could produce—and that accomplished cook is you. —Sho Spaeth, features editor

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Italian-Style Eggplant Parmesan

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

I used to live my life believing that eggplant Parmesan was an abomination. I never understood why anyone would take the time to painstakingly put slices of eggplant through a careful three-stage breading procedure, only to drench them in tomato sauce and transform the once-crisp rounds into a soggy scourge on society. Daniel was working on the video for his Italian-style eggplant Parmesan when I first started at Serious Eats, and I knew I was home when I noticed there wasn’t a crumb in sight. Instead of using a heavy breading, this recipe starts with tender slices of eggplant at the peak of their season and fries them stark naked, like the day God made them. The eggplant slices swell with grassy olive oil, becoming creamy and rich, before they’re layered with mozzarella and a triple-threat tomato sauce. After eating half a pan of the stuff at the test kitchen, I went home and made a batch for dinner the very same night. This recipe continues to make frequent appearances in my kitchen, and has permanently changed my stance on eggplant Parmesan, while simultaneously quadrupling my olive oil consumption—because you gotta get in those macros, bro! —Sohla El-Waylly, assistant culinary editor

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Pressure Cooker Beef Barley Soup

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Even before the pressure cooker variation came along, Daniel’s stovetop beef barley soup was my favorite recipe of 2016, and on regular rotation at home. I always feel so virtuous putting that many grains and vegetables into a dish, and the tender, melt-in-your-mouth chunks of beef make the dish rich and hearty enough to justify popping a bottle of red wine. It was always a Saturday-afternoon thing, a recipe I could have going in the background while I puttered around the house with other chores. But the pressure cooker version changed all that, slashing the recipe’s timeline in half and making it fast enough to throw together on a weeknight, too. —Stella Parks, pastry wizard

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Charred Salsa Verde

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I discovered this recipe pretty late—just a few weeks ago—but it has very quickly become my go-to salsa recipe. If you can find tomatillos, the salsa is unbelievably easy to make: big, rough chops on the veggies; a quick stint under the broiler; a whir in the blender; and that’s it. Smoky, sweet, charred, peppery, and as fiery as you want to make it, the flavors are deliciously complex. And it only gets better when you’ve made it a few times and have gotten a feel for how much heat you want. (I may or may not have burned off all the taste buds on a loved one’s tongue the first time.) Try it with Kenji’s sous vide carnitas! —Tim Aikens, front-end developer

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BraveTart’s Quick and Easy Chocolate Chip Cookies

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Everyone knows that freshly baked cookies are always better than the store-bought packages. We also know how disappointing it can be to try a recipe from a random search and end up with a sad, bready-tasting batch. However, since trying out Stella’s chocolate chip cookies, I’ve bookmarked the recipe, and baking them has become a weekly tradition. The recipe works perfectly well with mass-produced chocolate chips. My recommendation, though it’s going to take some self-control, is to bake only as much as you’ll devour within 24 hours, then freeze the remaining dough for another indulgent time. Be sure to read the full article, too—I love the historical nugget in which Stella explains how chocolate chips first came to supermarkets. —Vivian Kong, designer

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