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zumpietoo · 1 year

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Ummm...

Why TF would they then “send them out to non? professional people” for promo? How does that work? (and if they are/were, over here, folks!! I’ll happily pimp the shit outta this!

There hasn’t been any “promotion” for The Flash or Nancy Drew, now has there? Actually? Not a whole for (the painfully overrated) Succession....Dudes....TeeVee is an entirely different era, now....

Oh sweet jeebus, the photoshoot....yet, again.....why TF would they do that? Also, can’t PP just take pics and (because film takes forever to develop, ofc) then release them in 4 or 5 years?

And not seeing how this differs from like the past 3 or 4 seasons?

Errmm....noooo....it was, for part of season 2, the CW’s second or third highest rated show.....it enjoyed a fanbase who bought its stuff.....buuuutt...even that? Was about Cole/jizzy because of what HE brought to it....

This was always their promo, dude....plus, again, shows end....it’s literally how it rolls.

And it, again, is NOT Babyman’s fault....even if he IS a Douchebag..

Also, LBR.....what Racist considers “necessary promo” is a pointless photo shoot in multiple outfits, under a flashing neon sign that reads, “JIzzy/SH endgame 4Evah”...complete with confessional apology tour from Cole about being an OMG!!! Cheatin’ Cheetah/colossal lush....

And PP wasted, OFC....

Wait....I thought RAS was returning to save y’all???? Seems like you’ve abandoned this one, too??? Also, again, by “good show” Snorty means, “making it mirror my fanfics”....and, she should know good writing, cuz she IS a fic writer, after all!

Woooowww.....Izzy’s deep in the conspiracy theories, I see. Plus, I thought “the network” wanted ratings and was gonna give you your way?

Yes. oh so “tragic”, what could possibly be sadder? Then a goofy teevee show giving you your way and instead moving in a different direction.....because your kween can’t keep her hands to herself!

Oh and now they’re doing this just to “punish” you?? Goood lorrrdddd you guys are fucking nuts (and really overestimate your influence/importance. Plus HOW are they “fucking themselves over”, exactly???

And yet....they aren’t doing ANY of it, huh???

A) “the girl”, huh????

B) No, I thought I “started that rumor” (that’s fact)

C) who TF IS this person, cuz I’ve never seen ANY of this?? And I legit wanna read it.....so it’s a Barfie/Jabi stans who also hates Cole? I mean, I get Kat was a seekrit hate-crusher on Cole.....but she’s publicly just now wet her seat for him since she met him....

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aria-writes · 5 years

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The (he)art of Craft | e.k. x reader

Words: 2173

Boys are clueless.

I know this, but for some reason I keep forgetting.

I crossed my arms in front of myself to rest them as Elmer leaped onto his bed like a flying squirrel. "When you asked me if I wanted to 'hang out with you (and the guys)', this isn't exactly what I was envisioning."

Elmer looked over at me as he scrambled to sit up, blinking in confusion. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

In all honesty, shirtless basketball in the park.

"I don't know." I shook my head and sat on the bed beside him.

I watched Elmer boot up the server, staring at the screen with barely concealed excitement. Four users were already online.

This is not exactly my idea of a hot date. Then again, maybe it's my fault for reading into things. On the other hand, I mean really, what usually comes to mind immediately when a really cute boy asks you if you want to 'hang out'?

See, that's what I thought!

You know what, though? All things considered, it could be worse. He could've asked me to play Wii Sports Bowling with him. It's supposed to be so easy the folks in nursing homes love it, right? Well apparently ole gram-grams has more virtual athletic ability in her pinky finger than I do in my entire body.

Elmer scooted closer to me and pulled out headphones, flipping the earpieces outwards so we could share the same set.

I watched as the screen started spazzing out. "Is that..." I trailed off, pointing at the screen and not sure how to put my thoughts into words as I held my part of the headphones up to my ear.

Elmer quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, it's usual for this section. The reason it's so glitchy is because someone spawned way too many ocelot assets."

"Hey guys, Elmer has a girl ov—" Romeo started to say, but he was cut off by somebody who was way louder.

"You can never have too many ocelots!" A distinctive, high-pitched but still decidedly male voice exclaimed through the headset.

"The queen of the felines has spoken." Elmer rolled his eyes and smiled as his avatar started jerkily walking towards a large light blue and white building that touched the sky. "This is Racetrack's cat castle—"

"A cat-stle, if you will." Racetrack interrupted.

"I will not." Albert shot back.

Racetrack cleared his throat and adopted a 'tour guide' voice. "Business hours are from 9:00pm to 5:00am, or for the low low price of three diamonds you can get an all-access pass."

"Good grief." Albert muttered under his breath.

"Killing one of my sweet, adorable, cuddly babies— I mean, very loyal subjects— results in an immediate ban for life." Racetrack continued, undeterred. "Donations of precious gemstones and fish, cooked or raw, are always appreciated."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Romeo replied with a small snort.

"I'll come tour your catstle, Race!" Crutchie said cheerily.

"Finally, some proper respect around here."

I gave Elmer the side-eye. "Why isn't it pink?"

"Pink? You think I would use pink?" Racetrack asked with an air of disdain, scoffing. "Please. Pink is a strong, masculine color, fit only for the he-est of men. My graceful feminine eyes can only bear the lightest, most delicate shades of blue, as is befitting a most proper young lady such as myself."

Elmer made eye contact with me and shrugged.

"Also, pink is Romeo's color." Racetrack mumbled with a defeated tone.

Romeo let out a triumphant laugh. "Ya snooze ya lose, loser!"

Alerts in all caps popped up on the screen as three more usernames joined.

Elmer nudged me with his shoulder to get my attention. I tried and failed not to blush. "And to our left, we have Henry's trailer park. In Minecraft, imagination is the only limit, and Henry decided to build a trailer park. Why, I have no idea."

"Because heck you, that's why!" Henry said, but there was no bite in his tone.

"Watch your ****ing language on my good Christian Minecraft server!" Crutchie yelled.

The random conversations going on between others in the background went silent.

"oh no." Crutchie said really quietly, but we could all hear it due to the aforementioned radio silence.

Jojo started muttering The Lord's Prayer to himself.

Somebody let out a very loud snort.

"Gross!" Albert shrieked. "Say it, don't spray it!"

"Kiss my butt!" Racetrack shot back.

There was some fuzzy noise, like somebody dropped their headset on the ground and they were wrestling with each other now.

Jack sighed. "Hey, if y'all are gonna hate-boink, can you please mute your channels please and thank you!"

"Shut up!" Racetrack and Albert shouted at the same time.

Jack cackled like a maniac to himself.

"Okay, you know what?" Albert asked, clearly annoyed. "Keep it up, but I'm gonna tell Katherine all about your little problem with–"

Elmer gasped and pulled his earpiece away from his head. He quickly crossed himself before returning to listening in on the conversation.

"No!" Jack protested as Albert proceeded to spill some very personal information. "You wouldn't!"

"—Don't test me." Albert finished.

"I did not need to know that." Jojo said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ditto." Henry murmured in agreement.

A notification popped up on the screen alerting everybody that Buttons was online and had joined the server, bringing the total up to eight. "Hey, guys! Know what?" He asked, innocently.

"That the unflappable Jack Kelly apparently has a raging butt rash." Romeo answered matter-of-factory.

Buttons seemed at a loss for words. "...Oh." he said, finally.

"I'm dealing with it, okay?" Jack asked, annoyed. "I have cream and I'm taking oatmeal baths—"

"TMI, bro." Albert interrupted.

"You started it!" Jack exclaimed, exasperatedly.

"Your mom started it!" Albert retorted. The height of maturity, that one.

"My mom is dead!"

"Oh yeah? So's mine, you ain't special!" Albert said breezily.

A chorus of 'So is mine' rang through the airspace.

"Okay, well that's depressing." Buttons commented. "Who wants to duel?"

"Ooh, pick me! I'm always a ho for dying!" Racetrack yelled enthusiastically.

"Race, are you okay?" Crutchie asked, concerned.

There was no response for a few seconds, and then I heard the sound of somebody facepalming.

"Race, you're an idiot." Albert said flatly.

"Oh, wait a second."

Elmer adjusted his grip on the headset. "What'd he do?"

Albert sighed. "He shot finger guns at the screen."

"Woooowww." Jojo said, totally done.

"You're just jealous." Race clicked his tongue.

Jojo scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of an evil leprechaun? Oh wait, no, that's Albert."

"Hey!"

I elbowed Elmer. "Are they always like this?"

Elmer nodded. "Constantly."

"Uh, guys? Anyone else's game bugging out?" Jack asked. "Oh wait never mind, I just wandered a little too close to the crazy cat lady's cottage."

Racetrack huffed. "Heck you, butt rash boy."

Jojo let out a mock offended gasp. "Such language!"

"Frick you, HoHo."

Jojo gasped again. "Frick you!"

"That's gay." Racetrack said, snickering.

"You're gay!" Jojo replied.

"So what if I am?! Gay means happy, and I'm the happiest person I know! So there!" Racetrack punctuated his sentence with a somewhat audible 'blep'.

Elmer fake-coughed and raised his voice loud enough to cover Jojo and Racetrack's 'argument'. “To our right is Mush's giant flower garden." He did a slow pan of the colorful, pixelated blooms.

I leaned forward to examine them. It was quite impressive, if only from the sheer numbers of mass collection.

"Dare you to steal one, Elmer." Romeo piped up.

Elmer shook his head vehemently. "Heck no, unlike most of you, I actually value my life."

"Lives having value?" Albert scoffed.

"In this economy?" Racetrack finished for him.

"Now we're coming up on Romeo's super tacky building." Elmer leaned back against the wall as a large, misshapen, pink, vaguely-heart-shaped structure came into view.

"Look, I had a plan originally, but math and grids are hard." Romeo explained.

Racetrack let out a derisive scoff. "Grids are literally the easiest thing, you wannabe fashion icon."

Romeo blew a raspberry.

"Your mom is literally the easiest thing." Albert commented.

I could practically hear Racetrack's smirk from here. "You know, what I'm gathering from all the 'your mom' jokes is, you just really wanna be my daddy."

Somebody started making vey exaggerated gagging noises.

"Uh, pass." Albert muttered under his breath.

"You coughing up a hairball over there or something, Jojo?" Henry asked.

Jojo ceased his gagging. "No, I'm good."

"I bet Race has rabies." Buttons quipped.

"Don't be ridiculous, Race doesn't have rabies!" Crutchie protested. "I had him tested and everything."

"Interesting." I murmured under my breath.

"This is my house!" Elmer announced with a large grin, completely oblivious. "It's one of those tiny houses!"

"That's a very pretentious way of saying 'dirt hut starter home'." Crutchie teased.

"Wow, that's so funny I forgot to laugh." Elmer shot back. "No, it's like one of those minimalist houses that used to be all the rage, but in Minecraft! See?" He gestured at the small building on the screen, eyes sparkling.

I smiled back, his energy practically contagious. "It's very cute." Just like its builder, is what I did not say to him.

"And fully functional!" Elmer opened the door and started pointing out various features. "In the floor is a crafting table and a bed, to the side we have a furnace and a double-wide chest—"

"Your mom has a double-wide chest!" Racetrack exclaimed gleefully before erupting into laughter.

Elmer snapped his mouth shut with an unamused look on his face.

"Dang you Race, I was about to say that." Albert said, almost whining.

Elmer let out a sigh and moved his avatar to the back of the house. "And here's a small vegetable garden."

"Po Tay Toes!" Albert exclaimed, immediately perking back up.

"Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!" Jack added. The first thing he's said in a while, now that I think about it.

"You Irish people scare me." Racetrack commented.

"You're part Irish." Albert said flatly.

"Yeah, and?" Racetrack asked defensively. "I scare myself!"

"That makes two of us." Albert muttered under his breath.

I stole a glance towards Elmer, who was engrossed in harvesting his virtual vegetables. I can't say I understand how or why people invest so much time in this kind of stuff, but at least it makes him happy.

It'd be nice if I could do that.

I don't know what I'm doing, but if I don't ask then I'll spend years replaying this day over and over in my head at 2:00a.m. in the morning overanalyzing every single little detail. Here goes nothing.

I smiled teasingly and nudged Elmer with my elbow, gently. “So, do you invite all the girls out to watch you play Minecraft or am I just special?"

"Say what now?" Elmer looked over at me suddenly, blinking as if he was coming out of a trance as his eyes re-adjusted to the real world.

Uh-oh.

"This is a date?"

"This isn't a date?" We both asked in unison.

There was an awkward silence for about ten seconds, which was then broken by the sound of loud crunching over the headset.

"Henry!" About five or six voices exclaimed.

"What?" Henry asked defensively. "This is entertaining, thus, snacks are a must! Can y'all blame me?"

"Elmer," Racetrack sighed, "when you ask a girl to quote, 'hang out', unquote, that's code for a date. Just like Netflix and Chill is—"

"Stop! Don't ruin his innocence!" Buttons interrupted.

"I'm just saying, he's not gonna get very far if he doesn't know—"

Elmer pulled the headset down and placed it on the bed between us, hitting mute at the same time. "Look, this didn't go the way I planned, 'cause I was gonna ask you out for real, but then I panicked, so no wonder you've been getting mixed signals, but..."

He stared down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Can we just finish out today platonic and like, start fresh tomorrow? And I promise, if it's what you want, I will ask you on a real, proper date then."

I grinned and turned back to face the screen so I wasn't staring at him and making him even more uncomfortable. "Sounds good to me."

"Cool." Elmer returned the grin and did two thumbs up at me, shoulders scrunched up, then picked the headset back up and held it up to his ear.

I leaned in to unmute it and was greeted with a cacophony of all the boys arguing with each other over what exactly was happening on our end.

I hesitantly reached over to place my arm around Elmer's shoulders. "Do you mind if... is this okay?"

Elmer beamed from ear to ear and leaned into my touch. "Yeah."

"What's going on?" Romeo asked loudly, effectively putting a damper on the moment. "I need visuals!"

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sarohara · 3 years

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like friends.

You: heyy

Stranger: heyyy

You: haha how you doin?

Stranger: good

You: oh great!

You: where r u from?

Stranger: your basement

Stranger: please let me out

You: I don't have one haha

You: got u

Stranger: can you come get me

Stranger: I'm scared

You: get outta there

You: yourself

Stranger: :(

You: ok fine

You: you're free

Stranger: thank youuuu

You: you're very welcome

Stranger: ❤️❤️

Stranger: love youuu

You: I love you too

You: I mean, I know you do

Stranger: Awwwww

Stranger: i know

Stranger: call me han solo cuz i know

You: lmao han solo

Stranger: 🤌🤌

Stranger: han solo

Stranger: he's hot

You: he really is

Stranger: wow that's kinda gay innit

You: is it?

You: don't think so

Stranger: nah it defo is

Stranger: he's a guy

You: if you say so!

Stranger: i think

You: well I'm not

Stranger: so you're an f1 race car ?

You: I guess I am

Stranger: well that settles it then

You: definitely

You: what's ur name gal?

Stranger: Who said i was a gal 🤬

You: I'm assuming

You: God did

You: jk lmao

Stranger: wellll you shouldn't 😭

You: aren't u a girl tho? hahaha

Stranger: i might not be a gal

Stranger: it depends

You: i know u are

You: I can feel the energy

Stranger: you can feel the feministic energy from within me ?

You: or maybe not

You: but ya

You: kinda

Stranger: hmmmm

You: c'mon

Stranger: maybe your assumption is er5ong 🤷

Stranger: wrong***

You: yeah that's a maybe

You: but who knows

You: I mean u do

Stranger: i know 😼

You: exactly

Stranger: EXACTLY

You: you're whatever u want

You: totally free

You: hehehe

Stranger: Woooowww

Stranger: so liberal

Stranger: i like it

You: Ikr??

Stranger: i love it actually

Stranger: Maybe i wanna be an f1 car too then

Stranger: 🤷

You: I'm dying

Stranger: :(

Stranger: do don't

You: f1 car is just awesome

Stranger: f1 car is kinda sexy 😼

You: I mean it's funny

You: Imma use this term from now on

Stranger: it is indeed verr funny

Stranger: f1 car go vrooooom

You: Hahahahaha honestly so silly but funny

Stranger: you should introduce this term to your very extensive vocabulary

Stranger: it will definitely broaden your linguistic knowledge

You: Yes!! I should! tysm for this term

Stranger: no worrriiiessss

Stranger: the pleasure is mine 😼

You: always

Stranger: soooo

Stranger: tell me something

You: something

You: jk

Stranger: hmmm

You: what do u want to know?

Stranger: what is thy name ?

You: Sarah

Stranger: sarah well i must say that is indeed an amazing name

Stranger: especially since it's sarah and not sara

Stranger: Sarah is 10x better than Sara

Stranger: just sayin'

You: aw thank you <3 that's sweet

You: what's urs?

Stranger: my name isss

Stranger: drum rollllll

Stranger: Aimár

You: suspense

You: I can tell if that's a..um like a female or male name but it doesn't matter cuz it's such a nice name

Stranger: ahahahha thank youuu sarah

You: I can't spell that honestly

You: Aimár, sounds fancy tho

Stranger: it's an unusual name so i can't blame you

You: you defo can't

Stranger: thank youu

Stranger: it's spelt

Stranger: Eye-m-are

Stranger: idk if that made sense 😼😼

You: ohhh I was right then

Stranger: yess you proabbly were

Stranger: you probably nailed it

You: nice meeting you eye-m-are

Stranger: looll

You: it reminds me of Neymar

Stranger: nice meeting you Sarah with an H

Stranger: well lemme tell you that ain't the first time

Stranger: I've heard it

You: Hahahahaha

You: you get that a lot?

Stranger: yeeeaahhh i do

Stranger: whenever i meet new people that's one of the first things they say

Stranger: I'm sure Neymar gets it a lot too

Stranger: just with my name 🤷

You: Hahahaha I bet he does!!!

Stranger: soooo

Stranger: tell me something again

You: what now?

Stranger: what year was thy brought into this world ?

You: Take a guess

Stranger: ehh 2003 ?

You: closeee

Stranger: 2004

You: yes!

Stranger: waaiiiiittt

Stranger: are you for reallll ?

You: whaaaatttt

You: yesss

Stranger: me toooo wth

You: ohhh that's so cool

Stranger: yeahhhh it's super duper cool 😎

You: when are u turning 17?

Stranger: November

Stranger: you ?

You: September

You: I'm older hehe

Stranger: wooowww

Stranger: yeaahhh a couple month smh

You: Heheheh still older

Stranger: yeaahhhh ig

Stranger: you'll have to be my plug when you get old enough

Stranger: 😭

You: your plug? hahahahaha

Stranger: a person to buy alcohol for someone else

Stranger: lol

You: Yeah but I won't do that hehe

Stranger: lol that's good

Stranger: i was just making a shit joke

Stranger: it was better in my head

Stranger: i swear 😼

You: I'm just kidding silly

You: I don't drink so I can buy for u if u want

You: I bet it was better in your head indeed

You: hehe

Stranger: you don't drink ?

You: nope

Stranger: cuz you're 16 or cuz of someth else

Stranger: cuz i don't

You: no it's a trauma thing

Stranger: ohh gotcha

Stranger: won't talk about it then

You: not really

Stranger: where u from ?

You: your basement

Stranger: hmmm

Stranger: a lil uno reverse

Stranger: i see

Stranger: i do have a basement actually

You: Hahahahahaha

You: yes well I know I'm from your basement

Stranger: ohhh well that explains the weird sounds coming for there

You: Oops

Stranger: can you try and keep it quiet please ??

You: Yes I'll try, I promise

Stranger: thank youuuu

Stranger: that's very sweet of you

Stranger: it's been annoying me

You: Hahahaha :)

You: I'm so sorry I didn't know you could hear that sound

Stranger: nah don't worryyy bout it

Stranger: I'm curious what you were doing down there tho

You: none of your business sir

Stranger: welllll okayyyy then ma'm

You: or miss

Stranger: no need to be rude 🤬

You: No I mean, sir or miss

You: Hahahahahah

Stranger: you can call me sir

You: oh so you're a sir?

You: ohhh

You: I was so wrong

Stranger: i am of the oposite gender

You: I see I see

Stranger: you was indeed very mistaken

Stranger: i told you tho

Stranger: 🤷

You: You did?

You: I'm slow

Stranger: I'm pretty sure i kinda did

You: a bit low

Stranger: you're an f1 car tho

Stranger: so you're not slow

Stranger: in fact

You: ironic, innit?

Stranger: you're really fast

Stranger: yeah ironic i suppose

You: haha now for real

You: where r u from?

Stranger: innit

You: again

Stranger: guess

You: not my basement

You: how am I supposed to do that lmaoo

Stranger: welll i had to guess your age

Stranger: so it's only fair

You: there are like 200 countries around the world

Stranger: 🤷

Stranger: welll I'm not from sirgisistan

Stranger: I'll tell you that

You: Or less than that, wait lemme google it

Stranger: Only 199 left

Stranger: 293

Stranger: or someth

Stranger: i believe

You: oh whoa I thought it was like 196

Stranger: wait lol

Stranger: i might be stupid

You: 195!!! I was so close

Stranger: it ends with with 90 someth

Stranger: that i know

Stranger: oh wow

Stranger: I'm stupid then

You: Yes you are

Stranger: it's cause you're 2 months older

You: Jk sir you're adorable

Stranger: so you have more experience

Stranger: i suppose

You: Yeah, right that's the reason why I know a bit more than you

Stranger: yeah it's only logical

You: yeah of course

You: sirgisistan?

Stranger: what

Stranger: about

Stranger: it

You: what is that

You: sirgisistan

Stranger: I'm pretty sure that's a country

You: I've never of that

Stranger: or i might hsve just made it up

Stranger: idk

You: Yes of course you did!!

Stranger: well you should google it

Stranger: find out if it is

You: it doesn't exist

Stranger: really ?

You: wait lemme check

You: i'm assuming

Stranger: kirgistan

Stranger: maybe that was the one i was thinking of

You: kyrgyzstan, that one does exist

Stranger: yeahhh

Stranger: okayy then i was indeed capping

Stranger: but I'll tell you know I'm not from there

You: obsviouly you were lmao

Stranger: yeah i might be

Stranger: I'm ffom a basement in kirgisistan

You: nah seriously hahahaha

Stranger: okayy guess the continent at least

You: can i have a tip sir?

Stranger: yess

Stranger: there are only 6 of them

Stranger: there you go

You: no kidding genius

Stranger: :))

You: oh cmon

Stranger: Why thank you

Stranger: come oooonnn

You: Asia?

You: Europe?

Stranger: lol

Stranger: Not asia

Stranger: europe perhaps

You: yes you're from europe

You: where in europe tho

Stranger: what do you think ?

Stranger: north, south, or east

You: i have no clue

You: italy?

You: portugal?

You: france?

You: norway?

Stranger: wow

Stranger: hold up

Stranger: one of em

Stranger: is correct

You: oh come on

You: ohhh really?

Stranger: yess

Stranger: really

You: do not tell me you're from portugal

Stranger: why not

You: are u????

Stranger: noo sorryy

You: oh shoot

You: it's ok

Stranger: are you ?

You: nope

Stranger: oh okayy then

You: but i kinda do speak their language

Stranger: oh you speak protugese ?

You: not protugese

Stranger: whaaa

Stranger: do they not speak Portuguese

Stranger: in portugal ???

You: but ya I do speak portuguese

You: I'm just messing with u

Stranger: oohh okay

Stranger: lol

Stranger: brazil then ?

You: cuz u said protugese instead of portuguese

You: yuuup

You: damn it

Stranger: lol

Stranger: gotcha

You: you weren't supposed to know that so quickly

Stranger: I'm too good at this game

Stranger: you said you speak Portuguese

Stranger: it's the biggest clue ever

You: well I could be from Africa

Stranger: ehhh yeah sure

Stranger: a bit of a stretch but sure

Stranger: what country in africa speaks Portuguese ?

You: I'm not sure

You: Nigeria?

Stranger: i don't think so lol

You: wait wait wait

Stranger: I'm waiting

You: I don't remember :(

You: but I did know the answer

Stranger: okkkayyy then i believe youuu 🤷

You: mozambique!!

Stranger: ohhh really

You: there are more tho

Stranger: that's awwesome

Stranger: did not know they spoke protugese

You: yes they do!!

Stranger: that's really cool

You: yupp

You: lemme procede to find out where you're from

Stranger: yesss

Stranger: you almost had it

You: france?

You: I don't think so..

Stranger: why not France

You: I mean I don't know

Stranger: well you're assumption is correct

You: so you're not?

Stranger: nope

You: oh good

You: I mean

Stranger: ahaha

You: idk anyways

You: italy??

Stranger: hmmm

You: I feel like you are

Stranger: i will tell you one thing

Stranger: i am 1/4 italian

You: oh come on now

Stranger: but i am not from italy

Stranger: lol

Stranger: it's true

You: no fking way you're from norway

You: that's my fav country in the whole world

Stranger: noo fucking wayy norway was one of your guesses

Stranger: waittt actually ???

You: yesssssss

You: what the heck

Stranger: WHAAAAAAAA

Stranger: THAT ISSS TRULYY AWESOMEEE

You: HAHAHAHAH

You: wow!!!

Stranger: I'm just so incredibly shocked you guessed so quickly

Stranger: like it's the tiniest country ever

You: well I didn't actually guessed that quickly but ok hahaha

Stranger: well out of the five european countries you chose of

Stranger: norway was one of em

Stranger: quite impressive

You: Cuz I love this country!!!

You: that's why

Stranger: that's amazing

Stranger: thank youu

Stranger: have you ever been here ?

You: you're very welcome!!!

You: not yet!!!

Stranger: you should, you'll love it

You: I already do! Norway is absolutely beautiful

You: Everything's just perfect over there

Stranger: aww , lemme know when you visit norway

Stranger: I'll show you around haha

You: okay!!!! I'm already looking forward

Stranger: it's gonna be greattt

You: I'm sure it will :)

Stranger: what time is it in brazil ?

You: It's 19:22 right now

You: what about norway?

Stranger: 00:22

You: pretty late huh

Stranger: so i should probably sleep soon yeah

You: aren't u sleepy?

You: ohh ya

Stranger: a little yeah

You: ok got it, do you have any social media?

Stranger: I've got snap

Stranger: You ?

You: no shoot I don't :/

Stranger: :((

You: only snap?

Stranger: uhh I've got instagram too

You: oh sweet!! what's ur @?

Stranger: aimar.chirico

You: hold on a sec

Stranger: alrighttt i willl

You: found ya!

Stranger: awesommee !

Stranger: got the notification

You: you better follow me back sir!!

You: hehe jk

Stranger: ohhh i did 😅

You: great! :) now you can get your sleep hehe

Stranger: yess haha

Stranger: now i can rest easy

You: goodnight then :)

You: it was really nice talking to u btw!

Stranger: thank youuu

Stranger: it was truly great talking to you as well :)

Stranger: goood nighttt

You: aww!

You: see yaaa

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Danger

Jonghyun X Reader X Taemin

Word Count: 1,237

Summary: Taemin confronts you about an incident.

A/N: This is part two of The Hustle, but if you didn’t read that I don’t think its too big a big deal; there really isn’t much Jonghyun in this part, but don’t worry there will be later.

Warnings: Pretty Angsty, Guns, implied smut, drinking, cursing

It was dark. Too dark for a hotel, even in the dead of night.

You and Jonghyun just arrived back at the hotel after celebrating your success with real shots at the local club. You were grinding with some guy who chickened out when you offered to bring him back to the hotel, but Jonghyun was practically fucking the girl he danced with while going up the elevator. They were both drunk, and asked you if you wanted to join, but you weren’t in the mood and decided to grab something from the vending machine down the hall from your suite. Even with all the money you could imagine, your stingy self could not pay $10 for a bag of nuts, simply based on the convenience of it being in your room.

You were still a little drunk, so it made sense that you didn’t hear his footsteps behind or notice the lights being turned off. It made sense that you couldn’t fight him off.

You gasped as a pair of strong hands pushed you against the vending machine, slamming your body full force into the cold machine. His body pressed up against yours from behind, trapping you with your arms folded in front of you, with no way to escape.

“Hey baby,” one hand traced the side of your body from your ribs until it rested on your hip. The other reached behind him, and returned. “Miss me?” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath giving you shivers as you remembered his perfect features. His leg slid between yours, as clicked the safety on his gun, and brought it to your chin.

You laughed. He was the first person to come for either you or Jonghyun after you’d scammed them out of their money. They were either too rich, or too embarrassed to do anything. Usually the latter. He, however, did not find the situation funny. In every possible way, he pushed into you harder; from the back, from the side, and with the barrel of his gun. You’d probably have a big fat bruise on your chin in the morning. You rolled your eyes, thinking about how difficult it would be to cover it up with makeup.

“Do you need something Tae?” you made your voice sweet, aiming to please the handsome figure crushing your body. You paid close attention to his stance. Even with all the trouble you caused him, he was obviously attracted to you (it was especially obvious since you knew it wasn’t a gun you were feeling in his pants). Pushing your ass further into his crotch, you asked once again, “Anything I can do for you?”

Moving your hips back gave you enough room to free one of your hands, which he was quick to grab. Too quick for a normal person. With speed clearly acquired from training, he switched out his gun with a pair of hand cuffs and restricted your arms behind you. Now your eyes widened in fear. You wondered, is this guy a cop? If he was, you were fucked. He pushed the gun back into your skin, his other hand making its way around your torso. “How about you tell me how you managed to scam me and then steal twenty grand,” he pushed harder into you, and you bit your lip in attempt not to moan from the feeling, “from my bank account, with absolutely no trace.” You snickered, remembering the spectacle that occurred.

You’d teased him long enough. You asked the man behind the counter for something pretty to drink, something with a straw. You sucked on it while he watched you, your legs crossing and un-crossing. You dress rising up slowly, but steadily as time ticked on. Casual glances in his direction threw him off his game, which even at his peak was nothing compared to yours or Jonghyun’s.

“Jonghyun-ah,” you said loudly, “can you teach me pool?”

“Sure baby, why don’t you go find a table. I’ll be there in a few,” he winked at you and returned to eating the food he’d ordered. Once again, you hopped off the bar stool, and made your way through the crowd of suited men.

Before you could reach the empty table located right behind Taemin’s, you were stopped in your tracks by that very person.

“I could teach you,” he smiled while shamelessly looking you up and down. The three other men at the table stared at you, seemingly surprised by Taemin’s sudden action. They also took a couple of guilty peeks at you. Nodding your head sure, you brought out a hand to shake his.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Taemin,” he smiled warmly, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. You blushed.

“So, what do you know about playing billiards?” he asked you, gesturing for one of the men to leave the table and give you his stick.

“I thought we were playing pool?” You giggled, lightly hitting Taemin’s chest. He laughed as well.

“Well, I guess we’ll start from the basics.” The two other men started setting up the table, working their way around to each of the sockets and pulling out balls. While they finished racking them up, Taemin explained the rules to you. Of course, you weren’t listening. You drowned out his speech with thoughts of the two men across the table from you, trying to read them, gauge their skill level, how easily they could be distracted.

“So as for actually hitting the ball… I’m assuming you’ll also need some help with that?” The blonde raised his eyebrow at you, making you blush a bit. “Okay, so let’s do a practice round,” he said to everyone surrounding the table. The two other, irrelevant men nodded, never taking their eyes off of you. To start, he decided to demo how to hit a ball properly. He bent down and explained his hold on the stick, how the tip rested on his fingers, blah blah blah. You played a little mind game with the taller man across the table, making eye contact with him, biting you lip. His face turned red, as you returned your attention back to Taemin who was about to break the perfectly compiled triangle of balls in the center of the table.

“Woooowww!” You praised his mediocracy, which he enjoyed thoroughly. As the other team took their turn, he explained to you how to position yourself. Once again, you tuned him out and played your game again, causing the poor man to mess up his shot completely.

“My turn!” You hopped over to where the cue ball had settled. Completely ignoring everything he’d just tried to tell you, you ended up only hitting the felt.

“Here lemme show you,” he took a step behind you and started adjusting your arms. He leaned over you, pressing his crotch into your ass so he could fix your hands. You looked up at him and showed a small smile.

“Are you gonna answer me or what?” He flipped you around and slammed your back against the vending machine. He knew the rest of the hallway was vacant, so he didn’t care about any noise he was making. You could finally see his face; his beautiful, sharp face that was framed by soft blonde locks. But the look in his eyes was one you wouldn’t have messed with.

Unless you were looking for a little danger.

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