#Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party

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Week In Review - 3/5/23

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This week's reviews:

🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 AIdol 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Air Dasher 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 Airships: Conquer the Skies 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Akurra 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 Akuto: Showdown / Akuto: Mad World 🧡🤍🤍🤍🤍 The Alabaster Donut Farm 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Alfal's Grove

With the imminent closure of the Wii U eShop, it's high time I told you about two of that system's best games. (And they both happen to be from the same developer, NapNok Games.) Get 'em fast—they weren't big sellers, and they were built specifically around Wii U's quirky features, so don't expect them to ever find their way to any other platform. But first...

Game of the Week

Two new games climb into the #JakeReviewsItch top five this week. Will the crown go to casual, party-game mayhem or complex, methodical strategy?

The answer to that question is... Well, how would you answer that question? If you want to entertain rowdy guests with something along the lines of Smash Bros. or Power Stone, Akuto: Showdown/Mad World is the game for you. As a primarily single-player guy, I'm siding with Airships: Conquer the Skies.

Building custom flying fortresses, negotiating trade and treaties, sending spies across borders to gather intel, and planning a subtle scheme for global domination—there is so much going on in Airships, and it somehow feels intuitive and inviting. Every element is bursting with possibilities. Many of us won't be lucky enough to achieve our dreams of becoming a despotic megalomaniac in real life, but we can here. And just like the real thing, it's a joyful, creative experience that anyone can enjoy. Just be careful. It's a massive, addictive game. Play at your own risk. P.S. Game of the Week is a title only one game can be given each week, but you, dear friend, can play many games at whatever time you please. Akuto? Airships? Take your guidance from the tortilla commercial girl.

Affordable Space Adventures

There's a lot to explain how Affordable Space Adventures works. I'm going to let the trailer give the overview so I can focus on telling you why this is the single best piece of evidence that the world was wrong to turn up its collective nose at Wii U.

It's sometime in the future. Humans are leaving Earth to claim a plot of land in the far reaches of space. Paradise lies all around us, just beyond the solar system, and a piece of it can be all yours! No credit? No problem! Affordable Space Adventures opens on a sales pitch that's so exciting you'd be a fool not to hand over your Earth money and set off for the time of your life. A gigantic ship filled with affordable, compact ships lies in ruin on a stormy, alien world full of thunderstorms and hate. But there, in the mound of broken ships and deceased adventurers, we see a hint of movement. Your ship is functional! Barely! It's a marvelously elegant beginning to a game that doesn't waste much time on story after that. What else is their to say? The trip went bad. Your ship is busted. You shouldn't be alive. Nothing on this planet wants you to be alive. Good luck! The ship repairs itself and pick up upgrades along the way, in the style of Metroid or Castlevania, though it's really a linear puzzle game. Here's a new tool; now let's see ya get outta this.

Every puzzle is asks you to rethink everything you thought you knew, and developing a strategy is only half the battle. Tinkering with touch-screen switches, swinging around the unreliable weight of the ship—it's patting your head and rubbing your tummy...and turning off your engine so you don't overheat, and deploying the ski-like landing gear to slide down a slope, and turning the engine back on to keep from flying to high after zipping off the ramp, and what's that robot doing there?? Quick, focus the light on it, but down fall into the lava!

It's a lot to handle on your own, and successfully managing it all, attention divided by TV screen and GamePad screen, is exhilarating. Dividing responsibilities between tow or three players in an entirely different experience, and it's exactly as maddening and rewarding. Shouting commands between three people who are all looking at different things and doing different jobs is unrivaled fun, no matter who's playing. I've gone through it with game fanatics and with people who have never touched a controller, and it's been a hit every time. I first played Affordable Space Adventures shortly before its launch. I was working at Nintendo at the time, asked to try out the game on my own. I couldn't tell anyone outside of my four-person team what I was doing. (Nintendo is serious about NDAs. Please screenshot this post. There's a non-zero chance I'll be disappeared, all traces of my existence erased, just for acknowledging my former job. Tell my story!) Anyway, I played this game, and could not believe that we at Nintendo weren't running a dedicated Affordable Space Adventures Direct. Here was a game that could only exist on Wii U, and it was perfect. A totally original, funny, mind-bending physics puzzle adventure that could appeal to a dedicated individual or for the whole family. And I couldn't tell anyone! You know the rest. Nintendo gave it a little push—a gentle nudge, perhaps. There was a buzz among those who played it, but everything was a hard sell on Wii U. What chance did some side-scrolling indie game ever stand? I was sure that, if nothing else, speedrunners would pick up on it—goodness golly gosh, it's the perfect speedrun game—but nah, it never developed any significant scene. So I'm telling you now: Time is limited. It's affordable. It's paradise. You would be a fool not to set off on this adventure. Oh! Oh! Since the Miiverse is long gone, I can spoil the amazing ending that's no longer a part of the game. (It's is still a small spoiler, though, so skip the next paragraph for now, and come back after you've played the game.) Toward the end of Affordable Space Adventures, you find a way to send a distress signal, you're asked to draw your S.O.S. on the touch screen before moving on to the rest of the game. At the very end, you see a fax machine in an empty room, dumping your message, and messages from every player connected to Miiverse, on the floor. It's one of the funniest endings I've ever seen, and it was also a sweet shared experience. For a moment, I felt a connection with strangers. I believe that in our post-Miiverse world, the fax machine simple spits out the developers' own messages. The idea comes across, but it's just not the same.

Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party

"Hey, come over to my place. Yeah, dude, we're gonna play Spin the Bottle. It'll be lit."

Again, no mystery why Wii U-exclusive Bumpie's Party isn't a household name. Here's what you need to play: A Wii U. Wii Remotes (preferably four). Human beings who can be talked into playing a game that requires a lot of interpersonal physical contact (preferably 12). No TV. I've only played a full 12-person, four-Wii Remote game of Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party once, and it might have been the best multiplayer game of my life. I've tried a two-player game of Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party, and it was terribly awkward.

You're thinking it, so let's address it: Is this some freaky sex thing? Absolutely not. It's closer to the kind of games I used to play with children in my days as a camp counselor (we're learning about a lot about my past jobs, aren't we?), under strict supervision and penalty of getting my name on a list if the appearance of anything untoward were to happen. Consenting adults could surely find a way to make Spin the Bottle dirty, but there is nothing about it that's inherently more risqué than a hug. It's a giggle-inducing, one-of-a-kind case of the sillies. Make sure parents and teachers are have all the facts before everyone who went to your kid's sixth birthday part starts talking about how much fun they had playing Spin the Bottle, and think twice before playing with drunk strangers. Dumb name. Great game.

Stay safe, and remember that safety includes getting Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party and Affordable Space Adventures right now. Immediately. Don't miss your chance.

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[babyflossy]

long overdue | l.dh

pairing: haechan x reader

requested: yes! sorry this took so long :(

summary: when you move back home after a few years apart, haechan starts to see you in a different light, and eventually the tension between you overpowers your worries about ruining your friendship.

genre/warnings: bestfriend to lovers au, smut (dirty talk, slight overstim if you squint?), fluff

word count: 4k

since your first day of elementary school, donghyuck had been your best friend. on that very first day, he had shared his animal crackers with you on the playground bench when you'd dropped yours, and you'd been inseparable ever since. even when your parents moved you away for the majority of middle school, you talked over the phone, you'd even sent each other handwritten letters through the post until donghyuck got his first phone.

the summer before high school started, your parents decided it was best to move back, and suddenly things were different between you and donghyuck. for one, he'd adopted haechan as a nickname, which you couldn't deny suited him more than you'd ever admit, but those four years had seen a lot of changes in the both of you. changes you couldn't ignore.

that stupid smirk he was always wearing was one. the growth-spurt and the jawline and the attractive shape of his shoulders had just been the things you noticed first, let alone the flirty humour he was so comfortable with. nevertheless, the two of you fell back into your old best-friend ways since elementary school; ice cream on fridays, although now they were at two in the morning instead of the afternoon, burgers at the diner on wednesdays because wednesdays are the worst day of the week.

these thoughts cross your mind once again as the boy in question slides into the chair opposite you in the cafeteria, pushing a tray towards you. "they had fries," is the only thing he says to you before he turns to jaemin and starts talking quietly about how they're going to cheat on their chemistry test. you murmur a thank you, picking a few up and stuffing them into your mouth as you continue your conversation with mark, your replacement whilst you were gone, as hyuck had so elegantly put it.

"are you coming to lucas' party tonight?" he asks, stealing some of the fries in front of you before you can swat his hand away. opposite you, haechan has blocked jaemin's voice out of his head so he can hear your answer, hating the way his heart skips a beat in anticipation. these parties were nothing new, you went to almost every single one, but haechan never got used to the clothes you wore, so much more revealing than the ones you to school. it was undeniable in those moments the way his cheeks flushed at the sight of you.

when he had first noticed these thoughts about you, he had been terrified. you were his childhood friend, how could he think of you as anything more than that? surely it would break the two of you apart if he so much as mentioned it to you? over the years since you moved back, however, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable state of flirtatiousness. he would say something suggestive and you would simply laugh and retort with a quip equally as witty. it was second nature, now; the longing glances, the way your hands brushed together when you walked side by side, the way his heart fluttered whenever you stole his hoodies, but only the ones that still smelt of him. your voice brings him back to the present.

"as if i would miss a party," you laugh, and the sound seems brighter every time to haechan, "are you driving everyone?" when mark shakes his head you raise your eyebrows in question and he nods to jeno, the dedicated sober friend for this week. the one good thing about not having your driver's license is that you were never denoted to that role.

as the school day comes to a close you meet haechan outside the back entrance, ready to walk home. the proximity of your houses meant it was always convenient for you both to walk home together, and it made haechan feel better to see you get home safe, he would never tell you that, though. he stands to the side of the crowd streaming out the door and waves you over when he spots your head in the sea of pupils. you shoot him a sunny smile that has his heartbeat pumping in his eardrums.

"you ready, princess?" the familiar smirk is present and you roll your eyes at the nickname, not allowing him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected you, "you going home after tonight?" he asks as you break out the school car park and onto the pavement, steps falling into rhythm.

"i'm not sure yet, i doubt i'll be able to sneak back in," you scrunch your nose in contemplation, weighing up your options, "i'll probably tell my parents i'm staying at yeri's or something."

you miss the frown that settles on his face, "and stay at lucas'? alone?" haechan tries not to show how much he doesn't like that idea. lucas was a good person, he knows, but he would worry about you no matter who's house you would stay at. it was just part of your relationship at this point.

"yeah?" you stare at him in confusion, oblivious to the way his eyes flicker away when you try to meet his gaze. "what, you want me to come and sleep with you?" as soon as the words left your mouth you realised the second meaning to them and tried to ignore how your face blazed. it was your turn to avoid his eyes as you tried to pretend you had meant that word choice.

"if that's what you want, babygirl," a wink punctuates his words and heat spreads through you. you roll your eyes at him again.

jeno had, as promised, come to collect you from your house, laughing as you ran through your garden to avoid being spotted by your parents. jeno's car is smaller than mark's, all the seats already taken, but before you can ask where you're supposed to sit he presses on the accelerator. hands come to brace you as you nearly fall and your placed onto someone's lap. you can tell it's haechan from the expensive cologne that overwhelms your senses, the warm hands on your waist maintaining their position even after jeno's driving at a normal speed again.

the drive to lucas' house is short but bumpy and you grasp the seat in front of you to stop the jostling. when the car speeds over a bump haechan's fingers dig into your sides, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. you try and turn around to face him but his hands dig in further, stopping you from moving anymore. just as you're about to ask him what's wrong you feel a hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh and your eyes widen.

the flirty jokes you always exchanged meant something, you knew, but the feeling of him underneath you makes you heat up. you're frozen for a moment before a wave of smugness washes through you. haechan was always the one to make you flustered, and to know you had the same effect on him was something you wouldn't forget.

when the car finally stops in front of lucas' house, the others pile out before you two and you face him, raising your eyebrows. you open your mouth to tease him but he beats you to it, "fuck off." is all he says before he stalks towards the front door. you have to jog to keep up with him.

"really? in the car?" haehan rolls his eyes but the blush on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is obvious.

"if you weren't wiggling your ass, this wouldn't have happened–"

"i was not wiggling my ass, it's not my fault you're just needy," he stops walking at your words and spins around to face you, eyes narrowed in a look you assume is supposed to be intimidating. it's kinda hot, though, you think.

"i am not needy!" the laugh you let out only seems to upset him further and he takes a step towards you, "i can show you what needy is–"

"are you guys coming or what?" jaemin shouts from the doorway and haechan’s eyes flicker away from you to glare at him. before you can get another word out he’s walking as fast as he can away from you, shoulders squared of defensively. you can hear the pounding music from the house and you decided to forget about his attitude for the night and have as much fun as you can.

five drinks in and haechan is the last thing on your mind. the harsh liquid had burned at first but as lucas offers you a sixth you don't feel it slip down your throat. he grins and you match it, head spinning and vision blurring, the bassline of the music pounding in your ears. lucas has always been a great host, and he laughs at the way stumble from the kitchen counter he sits on. litres upon litres of free alcohol fills the table in front of you and you reach for a colourful blue bottle that fizzes when you twist the top off. he passes you a red plastic cup and the drink spills over the sides as you try and pour it, lucas' laugh piercing through your head which starts throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.

as if he can sense the state you're in, jeno appears in your line of sight, head shaking disapprovingly. you put up a fight when he takes the cup out of your hand and tips it down the sink but give up quickly when jeno shoots you a stern stare. lucas has already slinked off back to his living room where the rest of the guests reside, hands waving at people as a pretty brunette pulls him to the corner of the room. "you're already drunk, y/n."

"no i'm not," you insist but you can hear the way they slur together. the sound of them is foreign to your ears and they make you giggle, the sixth shot you had taken moments before starting to take effect. when you try and walk towards the drink's table your knees buckle under you and jeno has to catch you to stop you falling to the floor.

"this is why i hate being the sober friend," he mumbles as he sets you down on the floor to prevent you from hurting yourself, pulling your hands away when they reach to pull on his hair, muttering about his hair colour.

"now that, i whole-heartedly agree with," the new voice belongs to johnny, who frowns in amusement at the position you're in, giggling hysterically at jeno's hair. "hyuck's in a similar shape, we just put him upstairs in the spare room."

"can you help me take her up? she can't walk properly." their conversation falls on deaf ears to you and you're staring at everything in the kitchen and yet nothing at all as they both take one of your arms, hoisting you into an upright position. standing up, you last all but five seconds on your own before you put all your weight into them and allow yourself to be carried up the stairs.

true to johnny's word, haechan is sat on the edge of the bed, head between his knees whilst jaehyun crouches to talk to him, rubbing his back with a sympathetic smile on his face.

you call out when you see him, "haechannie!" and his head shoots up at the sound of your voice, all the darkness of his eyes from earlier dissipated.

"y/n!" johnny and jeno place you carefully on the bed next to him and meet jaehyun by the door to watch you. haechan's arm is already around your shoulder, your head planted on his shoulder, unclear if you're passed out already or not.

"where are they staying?" jaehyun asks, eyes not leaving the pair in front of him, grimacing when you bump heads with each other.

"i think here?"

"you really wanna leave them alone like this?" johnny questions as he watches you press kisses to the side of haechan's neck, turning to face him.

jeno considers his options for a moment. leave the two of you alone drunk and clearly ready to omit any rational thoughts, or stay here and try to keep you off each other. or, he supposes, he could bribe someone else to do it for him. yes, that's what he'll do. he'll find jaemin.

once the others leave and you're left alone, hands are immediately on your waist, pulling you into a kiss. haechan rubs his thumbs into the exposed skin of your middle, pressing his lips to yours in such a desperate manner you can do nothing but sit and kiss back. the hands pull you onto his lap and you waste no time threading your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, subconsciously grinding your hips down onto him.

"i've wanted to do this for ages," he moans into your neck, fingers hastily skimming over your skin, trying to touch you everywhere at once.

"i told you you were needy," the reminder does nothing to halt his actions, accepting your words with nothing but a hum, hands now making their way up your shirt to the clasp of your bra.

just as he's battling with the article of clothing, the door shoots open again and you fall off his lap and onto the matress. jaemin walks in, snickering at nothing and plops himself in between you on the bed, head falling onto haechan's shoulder.

"hi guys!" the tone of his voice gives away just how much he's drunk already, and you eye haechan over jaemin's mop of blue hair, pouting in disappointment.

a pounding head greets you in the morning and even though you and haechan both remember what had happened the night before, neither of you can stop blushing for long enough to bring it up. so you don't, the fear of ruining your friendship too great a risk for you.

it's a hot summer day and you meet haechan and jeno along with jaemin and renjun at the ice cream shop near your house. it's a brightly decorated new place that offers a mammoth selection of different toppings, which is partly the reason you get bullied when you choose an ice lolly instead. in your defense, it was boiling outside and ice cream is dehydrating.

haechan is cursing every god he knows of as you sit opposite him in the booth, lips wrapped so prettily around your ice lolly. he blinks harshly when you lick the side to stop the juice dripping onto your hand, still talking to renjun. in front of him sits the tub of ice cream he previously been so excited to try and yet now he can't seem to eat it, thoughts elsewhere.

in his head, he curses himself for thinking like this, for thinking about how amazing your lips would feel wrapped around his–

"dude are you okay? you're staring at your ice cream like it holds the secrets to the universe." jeno's laugh cuts through his mind and his cheeks burn. he nods wordlessly, searching for something, anything, else to think of, instead of the blood rushing straight to his dick.

later that same day, when he's back in his bedroom alone, you're the only thought that crosses his mind. he thinks about that night at lucas' party, how you had both been so ready to forget anything holding you back, he thinks about the car ride there, how cocky you had been when he got hard from you sitting on his lap. it was clear you felt the same way, at least, he hoped you did.

in your own bedroom, you're having a similar crisis to your best friend. it hadn't been easy to ignore to way he was staring at you earlier, you had even exaggerated your eating just to tease him. you wondered if he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. maybe you should ask. no, that was too risky. you needed something less obvious.

"you wanna come over to watch that new movie? i'm bored."

haehcan reads the words over and over again, trying to decipher any ulterior motives you might have, yet again that may just be him wishing for some. he takes a moment to reply, choosing his response carefully, even though he knew immediately he would be saying yes.

"sure, when?"

"tonight?"

once you had confirmed a meeting time, haechan had but two hours to compose himself. he didn't know what to expect, after all, you could have invited him over simply to watch the movie, however much he hoped that was only a cover. a cover for an empty apartment, and some suppressed desires.

when you open your front door, you're already worked up enough. it takes all the self restraint in you to not pounce on the boy in front of as soon as he steps into your hallway. he seems to be having a similar internal debate and you feel the air shift as he drops his bag next to your door, stepping towards you.

neither of you want to make the first move, the tension growing until you can’t stand in anymore, reaching towards him, knotting your fingers behind his neck and pulling him down to you. he closes the gap between you, lips smashing against yours in such desperation you would tease him if you didn’t feel the same way.

“where?” he mumbles against your lips, hands gripping up and down your sides.

“bedroom.” is all you reply before he wraps his arms around your waist, shuffling the both of you into your bedroom and shutting the door with his foot. he pushes you onto the bed and you let yourself fall, hair splaying out underneath you in a way he likes maybe too much.

his body follows yours and he slots between your legs perfectly, hands reclaiming their grip on your middle, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. wherever his fingers slide over, goosebumps rise in their wake, sending shivers through you at their coldness.

your lips return to his and you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss, only breaking away to press open-mouthed kisses to the space under his ear, relishing in the way his breathing hitches in his throat. the kisses trail down his neck to his collarbone, biting down before sucking the area into your mouth. haechan lets out a sinful moan that goes straight to your core.

as soon as you pull you lips away from his body he pulls your shirt over your head, cursing at the lack of underwear, gaze locking in on the swell of your breasts, nipples hard in the cold air. “you had such a hard time taking it off last time,” you reason into his ear, pulling the lobe into your mouth and pulling before continuing, “i thought i would save you the trouble.”

“fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” his words are silenced by the moan you let out when his fingers come to toy with your nipples, rolling one between his digits. you can’t help but arch into him, legs closing around the thigh spreading them apart. it’s clear you’re already so turned on that haechan almost pities you as you grind against his thigh. “so hot, and needy it seems.”

“haechan,” you moan, hands coming to tug on his own shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it somewhere else in the room. “i need you so bad.”

“i know, baby,” he cooes, dropping his mouth to envelope your nipple in between his lips, “i’ll take care of you, don’t worry, princess.” the filthful nature of his words make your body heat up, the coldness of fingers now toying with the waistline of your shorts so much more noticeable.

the shorts are removed quickly, your panties following quickly. before you can process what he’s doing, his fingers are spreading your lips apart, lips blowing on your clit to watch the way you clench around nothing. you shiver, hands moving to grip his hair.

after admiring your pussy for a moment, he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your clit, stopping to suck the bud into his mouth, hands coming to press you into the matress when you buck up into him. his tongue laps over your most sensitive spot and he rubs your wetness over his fingers before pushing one into you, moaning at the tightness of your walls. the vibrations of his moan travel straight through your clit and you let out a shameful whine.

after working his finger in you for a few moments, he adds a second, closely followed by a third as he continues his assault on your clit. your moans are loud and non-stop, only stopping to warn him how close you are.

“cum on my tongue, babygirl,” the dirty words dripping from his tongue push you over the edge and you let go with a cry, tugging on the strands of haechan’s hair so hard it nearly hurts him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all you can say as haechan makes his way back up your body, pressing his lips back to yours. on his tongue, you can taste the sweetness of your own cum and you move away from him only to tug his bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling then sucking on it to numb the pain.

you make quick work of his jeans, helping him out of them and chucking them to the floor, shortly followed by his own underwear. from his view, you look stunning, eyes hooded and blown out with lust, lips red and wet from kissing, bruised almost.

he doesn’t say anything as he lines himself up with your enterance, rocking his hips forwards and filling you completely. the pleasure is almost too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm only minutes prior, eyes rolling back at the way he fills you so well. haechan’s head falls to your shoulder as he gives himself a moment to calm down, biting into your shoulder when he pulls out to the tip.

“you take me so well, baby,” the words are hot in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck, “look at you, all spread out for me.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he pushed back in, moaning into your shoulder at the feeling of you around him, tight, wet, hot. he can sense he won’t last long as he sets a fast pace, chasing his own high.

to make up for his fast-approaching orgasm, he takes your ankle into his hand, pulling your leg up to rest over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit every sweet spot possible. the feeling leaves you paralyzed in pleasure, unable to do anything but chant his name.

“i’m gonna cum,” you mumble against him, whining out when his thumb comes down to rub fast circles on your clit.

“fuck,” haechan’s eyes are screwed shut and the sight is so other-wordly beautiful it almost makes you tear up. “i’m cumming.”

his hips stutter and the feeling of his cum filling you, some leaking onto the tops of your thigs, pushes you over the edge. your back arches as you cum over his cock, his hips still easing the both of you through your highs.

when you’ve calmed down, chest heaving as the aftershocks of your second orgasm ripple through you, he pulls out, wincing at the first flicker of overstimulation. he turns and presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, rubbing the fingers of his other hand over your cheekbone, relishing the fucked out expression on your face. he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, so exhuasted underneath him, sweat glistening over your skin.

“that was–”

“long overdue.”

he laughs an agreement out, falling next to you on the bed and lacing your fingers together. “we should watch movies together more often.”

a/n: the only thing i have to say is yikes at this point.

[eggvivian]

Games they should make in to esports:

Mario Party

Wario Ware

Dreams

Spin the Bottle Bumpies Party

You Don't Know Jack

Garic Phone

Phasmiphobia

Among US

Europa Universalis IV

Pictochat

Pixeljunk 4am

Wobbledogs

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #308

“you don’t need treats, and you don’t need tricks, and you don’t need me.”

Middle name? Marie. Or Marie Catherine, if we're technical, but as someone who loooong left Catholicism and never even agreed with many aspects of it in the first place, I don't like to include it. If you're confused, there's a ceremony called Confirmation, and while I honestly don't even remember the details of it, you adopt the name of a saint you want to stand for, kinda. I chose Catherine just because I liked the name outta my other options. Democrat/republican/other? I classify myself as Independent because I really don't relate well enough to either, but I do know I'm becoming more and more liberal with time. Do you dress according to your mood? My mood? No. I dress with what I feel like wearing at that time, but my actual mood has nothing to do with it. Are you good at doing hair/make up? No. Are you always worried or stressed about something? 24/7, my friend. Can you swim? Yeah. Are you afraid of needles? I don't like them, but I'm not afraid of them. How many kids do you want? Zero. Long/short nails? I keep mine short. Do you like wearing hats? No. Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? Nah, I loved seeing Santa as a kid. :') Would you consider yourself clumsy? I am RIDICULOUSLY clumsy. Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? In concept, but I ain't easy to pick up anymore lmao. Do you like hairless cats? I do!! Females, anyway, for... obvious reasons lol. Not having fur makes some things waaay too ~obvious~ otherwise. I would love a sphynx. Do you like the color yellow? No; it's actually one of my most disliked colors. Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball? Yeah. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? Not by a dentist, no, just by myself as a kid when I was losing my baby teeth. When someone says don’t look do you look? It depends on why they're telling me to not look. Have you ever played spin the bottle? No. If you had to name three important details about you, what would you say? I'm a very emotional person, I need a lot of "me" time, and to be aware of my social anxiety so not every interaction I have is perceived as just a dumpster fire. What are your three biggest insecurities? My creativity, my goddamn body, and my lack of social skills. If you could write anonymous letters to three people, who would you send it to and what would you say? Ummm. I can only think of people I miss and don't WANT to be anonymous... Favorite photo of yourself? A senior prom picture I don't have anymore. I looked so, so happy and fuck my low self-esteem, gorgeous. Who are you disappointed with right now? I'm like, permanently disappointed in myself lol. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? No. My minimum is 21. What question do you hate to answer? "Are you a virgin?" because it's just a confusing answer. It doesn't sound like one at all, but trust me on this. The subject of sex just makes me uncomfortable anyway, so even if I was confident in the answer, I wouldn't want to talk about it. What’s your most listened to song? I don't have a way of actually finding that out, but I'd say I've been listening to "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli quite a lot lately. If you were a performing artist, what would you title your first album? I mean, I don't know. It would depend on what was going on in my life and head at the time. If someone told you you could give one person a present and your budget was unlimited–what present would you get and for whom? A nice car for Mom. She's had the same shitty car for yeeeeeaaaaarrrrrssssss now because she just can't afford a new one; hell, this one was free. A dance friend hit a deer, so the front of the car is messed up, and she bought a new one, but because the car itself was still functional, she gave it to my mom. Mom is so loved at the studio. The car just has various issues by this point, like trouble starting, accelerating, it's bumpy, etc., so it's way past time for a new one. Do you like licorice? NOOOOOOOOOO that's a big 'ole "ew." Have you ever visited your country’s capital city? No, but I've seen it from a distance when riding up to NY. When was the last time you were outdoors for over an hour? WOW. I couldn't even try to guess. What is the shortest amount of time you’ve lived somewhere? The house I was born into. I actually don't know how long Mom and Dad lived there, but I was only in that house as a very little baby. I have zero memories of it. What’s your favorite kind of mint? (Peppermint/wintergreen/spearmint/etc.) ... There's a difference? lol I guess peppermint? What was the last thing to frustrate you? I wanted to draw yesterday, but I didn't know what to draw to even get started. Have you ever been to a bachelor or bachelorette party? No. Did any of your family members serve in WWII? I don't believe so? Well... maybe my grampa did? I don't remember. What’s your favorite kind of salad? Gimme an Olive Garden salad and I will deadass eat the whole bowl. Are you more realistic or idealistic? I'd say I'm more realistic with most things. Are you currently borrowing something from someone? No. Is anyone currently borrowing anything from you? No. What is your last name’s heritage/country of origin? Ireland. When did you last buy a new pair of shoes? What kind? I got new flipflops a year or so back because my old Rainbows were so worn out and blackened my feet. Have you ever experienced culture shock while traveling? If so, where? No. Are you able to see the stars at night where you live? I actually haven't checked since moving here. We're in the suburbs though, so it's questionable. Do you include your middle initial in your signature? Not unless it's required, usually. I think. When's the last time I physically signed anything, anyway? What brand of computer do you have? It's an Acer Nitro. What operating system does that computer run? Windows 10. What’s the oldest piece of clothing that you still own and wear? I don't really know, given how much my weight has fluctuated. Went drastically up, went down, now it's back up. .-. I still own a handful of shirts I want to "shrink back into" from late HS and early college times, but yeah, I don't know if I'll actually achieve that. Is the area in which you live flat, hilly, or mountainous? Flat as my ass. What is your significant other or best friend’s ring tone? No one on my phone has a "special" ringtone. Where do you keep your hair brush? There's a comb I use in a drawer in the bathroom. Which pair of shoes have you owned the longest? Multiple pairs of Converse, also from high school. When’s the last time you were sick at the same time as someone else? I'm very happy to say I don't even recall the last time I was sick. My immune system is the fuckin GOAT. What did you have for breakfast this morning? A pb&j. We've got very little rn, but thankfully Mom's picking up our Wal-Mart order today. Last time you were in pain? If I'm standing, you can bet my legs hurt, so. What color is your mom’s hair? It's growing back totally gray now. Is that also your hair color? Well, no, I'm only 25. Do you watch any daily vloggers on YouTube? Who? No. I watch people who vlog occasionally, but not regularly. It's gotta be people I'm very into to really be interested in vlogs. What room of your house do you usually do your surveys in? Sigh, I'm always in my bedroom. Really hoping Mom and I muster up the motivation to clean up the extra room soon to turn it into my "dayroom" or "office," if you will. What do you put on your tacos? I hate tacos. What is your favorite stuffed animal and where did you get it? I have a bittersweet connection to the adorable plush meerkat Jason gave me for Valentine's our first year together; I always slept with it when we were together by apart, and for a year or so after the breakup. It was a source of comfort for me, so I'm really fond of it. Fella's fur is so worn out and matted down with age and lots of love. He's on my dresser now, towards the front of all my plushies. Last thing you hung up on your wall? My Illidan poster, I believe. Do you have a full length mirror? Yeah, on the back of my door. Is it currently raining? No, finally. It's been raining for like a fuckin week, it seems like. It's finally a clear day. It's nice to hear birds outside. Does anyone you live with talk in their sleep? Does this happen often? I'M the one doing the talking/screaming in my sleep. Thanks, nightmares. When was the last time you cried, or felt tearful? I'm not positive, but I know I had a pretty rough PTSD night not too long ago where I teared up. Did you wake up with a song stuck in your head today? What was it? Ohhh yes; I've been listening to Mother Mother's "Ghosting" on repeat because it's jammed up there. When was the last time you used moisturiser or lotion of some kind? Not too long ago on my hands. They get dry this time of year, and besides, I wash my hands a lot nowadays especially. What was the last thing you owned, that was accidentally broken or damaged? Were you able to get it fixed? My laptop, and yes. Tell me about the last dream you recall having. Was it weird, amusing, etc. So this is pretty wild. I know I had a nightmare last night, but I don't remember it; the night before, however, I had a nightmare about a possibly rabid and ginormous rat (I mean like, smaller dog sized) in the house and trying to bite me. It was SUPER weird, because I was actually afraid of it, yet I absolutely adore rats in real life. What was the last video you watched on YouTube? I've really gotten into John Wolfe (a let's player) lately, and I'm going through his The Evil Within playthrough. Do your parents use any social media at all? My mom has a Facebook, and hilariously, Dad has a Snapchat to talk with my sister Nicole. He has no clue what he's doing with it and it's adorable, haha. Mom also has a Twitter, but she doesn't use it. Is there anyone in your life who regularly asks how your day has been? Regularly, no. I've always been that person, especially in the WoW guild I'm in. I'm very close and comfortable with them and ask how everyone's doing any time I log on. Lovely people who give me some social interaction every day. Tell me something positive about the day you've had. It's still early, but once again, it's pretty and bright outside. Why do you prefer Facebook over MySpace, because I know you do? Ha, you'd be incorrect. MySpace was more personal, so I actually preferred it. But it's obviously long-dead, so I just settle with Facebook. Have you read the Pretty Little Liars series? No. My sister looooves it, though. What product do you use to moisturize your lips? I don't remember, actually... It's in my purse somewhere. When did you start using Xanga? I never have. Be honest, do you judge people on their appearance? Judge, I don't think so. I can make assumptions like everyone else, but I'm not gonna think someone is beneath me just by their attire. Do you know anyone who does not like The Beatles? Me. At least, most songs. "Hey Jude" is good, but everyone agrees with that, haha. Did you have a friend in middle school that you’re now enemies with in high school? I'm long since out of HS. I had a middle school friend who I disconnected with following a fight in high school, but we weren't "enemies," and we reunited our senior year anyway. Aaaaand we're not friends anymore once again lmao. What is one thing you hope your children don’t inherit from you? If I hypothetically wanted kids, God knows I'd hope they wouldn't have my psychological issues. Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? It'd be nice, anyway. What type of foundation do you wear? None. Who’s the most controlling person you know? Someone I'm no longer friends with, partially because of this. Do males look good in skinny jeans? Yep. Are you for or against guyliner? Ugggghhhhh guyliner makes me weak in the knees. How many jobs have you had? Where do you currently work? Three; nowhere. Who did you last hit? Um, nobody??? What way of self-care do you enjoy the most and what feels more like an obligation? I enjoy my alone time on the computer as the best self-care, especially after being social all day; I don't, however, enjoy the act of performing hygiene care. I still do it, it's just not fun. The feeling afterwards is great, though. Have you ever tried specific diet plans or fads? What made you do it and how did it turn out for you? I was briefly using NutriSystem, which didn't work for me. I hated too much of the food. More recently I stuck with flexible dieting and calorie counting for a while, but I drifted from it when I still lost no fucking weight in like a month. I want to get back to it, though... oh, and intermittent fasting. I don't think it really worked for me yet again, even though I did it correctly, but that and the aforementioned flexible dieting is all I feel like I can handle. I guess I just have to give it longer. Do you know anyone who has been directly affected by COVID-19 e.g. testing positive, losing a loved one, or their job due to the pandemic? Too many people I know have had it or had someone they loved die because of it. Take this shit seriously. Is there a kind of music you only prefer listening to during specific type of activities that you otherwise wouldn’t enjoy under normal circumstances (e.g. EDM while doing sports or instrumental music while studying, etc.)? No; I have to actually enjoy the music. If you had to start a YouTube channel and motivations/skills/resources/any other inhibiting factors weren’t an issue, what would it be about? Either animal (preferrably reptiles) education or let's plays, ig. Has anything ever happened to you that if you told someone about, they would think you’re making it up? I don't believe so. What travel destination or popular spot have you been to that you found overrated? What about a lesser known place that you thought was a hidden gem? I really don't know; I haven't traveled nearly enough for this.

[peachesandfiction]

Curiosity

Pairing: Doctor! Rosé x Mafia! Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Your palm pressed into your side, feeling the warmth of the sticky blood gushing out against it. The wound seemed to beat in time with your heart. The bullet that had skimmed your hip was lying a few feet away as you rested against the dumpster in the dark alleyway. The night sky peeked at you over the roofs of the tall buildings, your lips counting down. You were waiting for the face of the person who had shot you to turn up, but when only silence answered you when you tightly whispered, “1,” you let your guard down.

Now slumped against the greasy rocks of the ground, your breath became heavier and more unstable. It almost felt as if you were choking. The world was slowly blurring around you as you bit your bottom lip and and held back tears. Pushing down your pain, you started to reach for your pocket with your free hand for your phone, but your arm became slack and loose, too weak to move any further. Resting your hand against your thigh, you gave one shuddering  breath to groan before the sky started to spin further into the wheel of darkness.

Her fingers swept over you, checking for your vital signs before she finally pulled you up and towards the parked car at the end of the alleyway. The moon was now high above, a spot light on the scene of her struggling to keep your body up as she pulled on your arm around her shoulder. Chaeyoung had been on her way to a dinner party that was being held in the building you were hidden behind, but when her eyes had caught the sight of you, her heart dropped with her purse onto the ground. Her dress was now stained with the grease that your body had fallen over into, dirt sparkling on the ends of the white frill that uncomfortably swished against her thighs while the driver quickly hopped out and helped her with the last few steps to the running vehicle. Warm air wrapped around the outside of the car, fighting with the frozen night. Her heels were resting haphazardly on the floor board where she tossed them as the driver slipped the weight of your body onto him and helped to lay you down in the backseat before gesturing Chaeyoung to the front seat.

The drive was bumpy, her hand constantly reaching for you. Her eyes would glance back just as often, wishing to see some sort of movement, but then suddenly they winded as they slipped over the growing red puddle on your side. “Hurry!,” she almost yelled to the driver as she unbuckled and climbed into the backseat, crouching between the drivers seat and your face. Her palm lightly caressed your cheek, “Everything will be okay.” Quickly her eyes scanned the floor board before she found a black jacket snaking between her heels. Without a second thought, she wrapping her fingers around it and quickly pressed it into your side. With one hand pressing pressure into your wound and the other jumping between your neck and cheek, she let out a sigh. Your heart was still beating.  

Chaeyoung lost track of time as she whispered soft reminders that you will be alright, and checking your vitals that she didn’t even hear the driver until the backdoor was open and he was gently pulling you away from her. The world seemed to spin, her fingers staying pressed to your side. You almost felt like the anchor she had needed within her life. She stumbled out of the backseat after you, trying her best to keep her hold on you. Her keys jingled as she shifted them out of her pocket, accidentally dropping them onto the ground. The driver watched them for a moment before sweeping them up and hurrying up to the door. When it was unlocked, he pushed it open to reveal the dark home and hurried back to Chaeyoung as she struggled to keep hold on your wound and your weight. When you were through the door, her fingers left you for a moment and flipped the light switch on, revealing the empty room. Then she rested you onto her couch.

“Please, the bathroom has a med kit, could you grab it?” Chaeyoung softy rested you onto your side. Pulling away the jacket, she lifted your arm and worked your shirt up to your neck. She tried to be as quick and as easy as possible while doing so, the dried blood clinging the shirt to your skin. With your wound more exposed now, she pressed a clean side of the jacket to the deep, round cut once again just as the driver hurried back into the room, setting the med kit next to Chaeyoung’s arm on the couch. She mumbled, “thank you.” Reaching for it with her free arm, she popped the lid open and scanned her materials. She pulled out the small bottle of peroxide and a pouch of wipes. Pulling the jacket from your wound, she poured the clear liquid all over it. It quickly bubbled up around the dark red parts. Your body spasmed for a moment from the pain.

With a sharp grunt from you, she took a few wipes from the pouch and began to clean up around the wound before pouring another round of peroxide, watching as the bubbles grew smaller and smaller.

When she finally felt satisfied, she reached for the sewing kit hidden beneath the bandages within the box. Her eyes glanced over at the driver. “You may want to look away if you get sick easily.”  She then ignored him and began to prepare to start suturing your wound.

Bandaged and resting in the clean arm chair, your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths unexpectedly. Chaeyoung was scrubbing away at her couch, the driver long gone after she had paid him extra. Your eyes blinked open, the sky was starting to lighten up with the early morning sun. Your voice sounded crunchy as you asked, “Where am I?”

“Miss,” Chaeyoung began softly, dropping the wet rag onto the stained cushion and hurrying over to you. “We are currently in my home. I found you bleeding in an alley way.”

Shifting, a sharp pain flooded through you as the soft silk pajamas ruffled against your skin. Your head shook, “Where are my clothes?”

“I had to throw them out, they were too far gone. I have a pair of clothes you can keep for when you feel strong enough to leave.”

“No. There was something important in them.”

“Don’t worry, I emptied out the pockets, your phone and keys are resting on the table over there,” Chaeyoung pointed over to a small table by the door where in a white dish rested your belongings.

Feeling defeated and too weak as the world began to swirl around you again, your hand reached for Chaeyoung’s. Her heart began to race. Her eyes not leaving where your skin touched hers. Your voice sounded tight as you asked, “How can I repay you?”

“There’s no need to, I do this for a living.” Her smile was gentle.

“How about I pay for a dinner?”

“it’s okay,” she started but you cut her off.

“I insist, I probably would have been dead if it weren’t for you,” you admitted, understanding what she had done for you. A thought passed over the front of your mind and your lips lifted from it, but your smirk was weak, “Plus, I would have asked you out to dinner anyways if you hadn’t saved me from dying.”

Chaeyoung’s cheeks reddened before she shook her head. “it’s alright. Really. Don’t worry about it.”

“Then how about breakfast,” you asked, trying to focus on her eyes more than anything to keep your hold on consciousness anchored.

Chaeyoung’s lips opened, but then her stomach answered for her instead. Feeling sheepish, she let her mouth fall shut.

“Anything you want, I’ll pay for it.”

“How would you,” her curiosity perked, “pay for anything? Like actually anything?”

“It’s a secret,” you answered, groaning as you adjusted yourself in the seat. Your eyes closing tight before opening them again to find Chaeyoung a little closer.

Her voice was small, but powerful, “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Do you really want to know?”

Her eyebrows raised and her head nodded.

“Order breakfast and I’ll tell you then.”

The corners of her lips fell quickly into a pout before she turned around and swiped her phone off of the table. Her fingers pressed around on the lit screen before she set it down again. “Done.”

You quirked an eyebrow but it fell quickly from exhaustion. She made her way back over to you, kneeling next to the chair and resting her chin on the arm of it. Her eyes were wide, beautiful. Before you knew it, you sang your song to the siren, expecting death, but instead you found warm arms.

Her face was soft as she ran her fingers down your arm. The room fell silent, but comfortable. You found yourself never wanting to move, but then the doorbell rang. Chaeyoung took a moment before she slipped her palm from your shoulder and hurried to the door. There was a flash of a girl with blonde bangs holding two take out boxes and a wide smile. With a “Thank you!” Chaeyoung shut the door and hurried over to you. Shrugging her shoulders, she held one of the white boxes towards you. “Hungry?”

“Why did you shut the door? We still need to pay?”

“Don’t worry about it. You are repaying me right now,” she answered ignoring you, popping open the box and setting the warm aroma onto the table next to you. “Now, go on, where did you stop in the story of your life?”

[lavanderfury]

𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑.

word count: 4239

warnings: gory. there’s teen drinking. swearing. and death. slasher vibes.

summary: lizzie saltzman is sick of being ignored by her friends and family, so she decides to party with the muggles. . . only for it to end in darkness with little to no light.

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝟕:𝟐𝟒 𝐩𝐦.

Never in her seventeen years of living did she expect to go out like this.

Maybe that’s just because no one seemed to care for the blonde anymore. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Whether it’s the triplets attempting to save the world, her sister being so invested in her girlfriend. Her father traveling the world to find an artifact to save the town. Caroline attempting to find some kind of loophole for the merge.

No one ever really had time for her anymore. Butting into business would only get people to hate her anyway, so she’s been doing her own thing in the meantime. Getting along with the townies. Yep, a rare sight, but she did it.

Though, as anyone would expect. No one truly loves the crazy.. Unless you were crazy about them.

The night was warm. Their star had just taken it’s night and Lizzie Saltzman found herself at a local high school party. No, the Salvatore School wasn’t the one throwing it.

“Lizzie!” Sweet, innocent, that familiar voice would lead her towards the origin, spinning around. Once she caught the sight of one of the timberwolves she’d call a friend, an arm would lift, waving in her direction.

“𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘺!” You’d think she’d hate the townies forever, but.. Unfortunately the blonde craved attention. She had a habit of seeking for it when it wasn’t given. Blamed her insecurities for it since her younger days. In truth, maybe if her sister paid more attention to her, she wouldn’t be out looking for love from a bunch of people she barely knows.

Jogging over, arms would wrap her petite frame. Instinctively brushing a bit of confetti off her shoulder as a look of confusion washed over pale porcelain features. “𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?” Lizzie had to speak over the music and side conversations.

“Yea! Toddy’s, he’s out in the backyard taking on the keg!”

Oceanic glazed hues widened, dipping her head into a slow nod. Impressed that someone as scrawny as Toddy Lopez was attempting to drink his night away. Then again, it was his birthday. Birthday parties are a valid reason for blacking out. At least it was in her book.

“You wanna get a couple of drinks?”  Jess spoke up, her finger pointing towards the kitchen.

“𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.” Following her into the kitchen, Lizzie’s gaze immediately trailed to the assortment of liquor displayed. “𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. . . 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.”

“Hm? What was that?”

Glancing in Jess’s direction, the blonde would shake her head, looking back over to the bottles. “𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.”

She’d laugh, her hand gently placing over the siphons back, assuring her that she’d got it covered. “I got you, Liz. You’re an honorary Timberwolf now.”

“ . . . . “ She shouldn’t have been as touched as she was, but. Here the blonde went tearing up for a moment. Her eyes would begin to water, but she was strong enough to swallow her emotions down. Dipping her head into a slow nod. “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴. .”

“Whoa, hang on now. THE Lizzie Saltzman is crying on me? Dang . . what did they do to you at that school?” A breath of laughter would expel before she slipped from her side to round the counter. Grabbing a few bottles and the fruit punch from the fridge, the brunette began making her cocktail. Whatever it was, Lizzie was just excited to have someone take care of her again.

“𝘜𝘩𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮. . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.” Brows hiked, shaking her cranium as features scrunched. Brushing everyone she ever knew off. “𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.” Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. Everyone at the Salvatore School meant the world to her, they just didn’t feel the same way.

Peering over the counter to look inside, she’d caught a whiff of the scent. “𝘖𝘩 𝘋𝘜𝘋𝘌, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵?”

Another fresh breath of laughter was given to the blonde and yes. . she was still making the drink. “You know what, let me make you another one cause.. You’re right, I this one’s gonna kill you.”

“𝘖-𝘖𝘏.” A smile came to wash over her features, masking the fear that she felt. Playfully, Lizzie would walk around the counter to watch.

“Okay, this time. I’ll just whip you aaaaa.” She’d reach over to grab the fireball at the edge of the counter, pouring the contents into the red cup before grabbing the root beer that was in the fridge. “Watch this be your new favorite drink and then you’ll have to owe me a favor.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘉𝘓𝘠 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴.”

“Oh? And what if it tastes bomb? What then, Saltzman?” Jess challenged, arching a brow.

Was she to accept? . . hm. Y e s. “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳.”

At an instant, her hand would extend out towards the blonde, a firm shake was what Jess wanted. She seemed dead serious, though her expression seemed to be somewhat cynical. “Let’s shake on it.”

Azure glazed hues fell to the hand that was presented, contemplating, lost in thought. Should she take it?

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𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝟏:𝟒𝟓 𝐚𝐦.

One after the other, leaves would brush up against features, some swatting, leaving marks, cuts, and tears left falling from her hues. Glassy, full of sorrow, yet they were still devine. Limbs would guide her, rushing through a forest, she didn’t recognize a town over from Mystic Falls. Far from her home. “𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.” Wincing. Palms kept a tight press over her hip, though, with the amount of blood she was losing.. It didn’t seem like she was gonna last.

Frantically looking down at the cellphone in her hand, hoping she’d run into some kind of service so she could call someone, anyone. Then again it was last, who would actually answer. “𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬.”

“𝐎𝐇, 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑!”

“𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔!”

“𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘.”

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝟕:𝟒𝟓 𝐩𝐦.

Rolling her hues playfully, Lizzie would take her hand to give it a firm shake, letting her cranium tilt. Smug. “𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦.” Letting her hand slip from her side, she’d outstretch a hand, wiggling digits. “𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦.”

Handing the drink over, Jess would cross her arms over her torso, awaiting her victory.

Hesitant, but Lizzie would take it. Sniffing it, staring at the liquor and fizz. . mentally preparing herself. One swirl of her cup and she’d bring it to her lips, taking a sip and . . boy did she lose badly. Stunned, the blonde would pull away from the cup, her cranium spazzing for a moment out of pure shock. “Y𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.”

“It’s good right?”

“𝘜𝘏𝘔, 𝘺 𝘦 𝘢. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺.” And in comes the second sip, possibly a gulp following after. “𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.”

“So you know what this means right?” UH OH, Jess looked a little too mischievous. It only made Lizzie nervous.

“. . 𝘮𝘩𝘮, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.” Clicking her tongue, she’d shift her weight to a single leg, jutting out her hip. “𝘚𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳?”

“Couple of the guys and I are going out to this well a town over. It’s in the woods, there’s also a campfire and I didn’t want to be the only girl there, soooooo.”

G r e a t. Mentally slapping herself in the face she’d sigh, dipping her head into a nod. “𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰.”

“YES!” Jess practically jumped into her arms, causing the blonde to jolt and drop her cup to the floor. Both gazes fell to the liquor that stained carpet. Both trying their best to hold back their laughter. Dropping back down, she’d make eye contact, a beat following. “I’ll go make you another drink.”

Cranium dipped into a couple of nods, quickly responding. “𝘠𝘦𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.”

The party was just what the blonde needed. A getaway from all things supernatural. Anything that even remotely had to do with her school. Her and Jess spent about three hours at Toddy’s house. Having the time of their lives, singing to the songs the DJ played. It seemed like tonight was just gonna be as chill as it gets and sure. She can get used to this kind of vibe.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐦

Lizzie may or may not have still been intoxicated when she was led into a Jeep by one of Jess’s friends. The curfew she kept at the back of her head, was . . nonexistent at the moment. Right now she was too busy resting her head against the brunette the entire ride to wherever they were off to. Some, wishing well? Hues began to flutter shut, a bumpy road ahead meant for a little nap.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝟒𝟓 𝐩𝐦

“Liz, Lizzie wake up. We’re here.” A familiar whisper would pull her from her dreams, causing her hues to flutter back open only to come across the woods. Somewhere she didn’t recognize.

“𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦?” Squeezing her eyes shut, she’d attempt to regain a clear state of mind. Though the alcohol would still linger.

“The wishing well? I guess? The guys said they were gonna go look for it and then come back. They didn’t want to wake you.” Jess unbuckled her own seatbelt, shifting to sit across from the blonde.

“𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱?” Groaning, a stretch would occur. Arms lifted above her head, stretching out her back as well before expelling a soft sigh of satisfaction. “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯?”

“Uhm, you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.” Pulling out her cell, she looked over her phone. “Fifteen minutes.”

“. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.” Concerned a brow would arch, rubbing hues.

“About that. . .”

“. . . 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵.”

Jess seemed guilty, she didn’t mean to drag the blonde into this, she was just lonely. And if Lizzie was in her position, she'd probably do the same.

“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.” S c o l d i n g was her specialty, but she was less of a bossy pants when it came to the brunette. Lizzie had grown a soft spot for her.

Jess would fall silent, fiddling with the corner of her cell, nipping her bottom lips. “For Johnny. . . “

Cue the facepalm. “𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. . 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺.” Internally screaming, Lizzie would unbuckle her own seatbelt, running digits through her hair. A phone would be so handy right about now. “𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯.”

“Wait, Liz. They said they’d be right back.”

Elizabeth didn’t listen, she was already slipping out of the Jeep. Stretching for a second time before making her way to the trunk, popping it open. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?” No way was she going to go looking in the dark.

Jess would slip out after, rushing to the blondes side. “No.. I think they took it all.”

And she was right. Slamming it shut. “𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺. . . 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵?”

Gesturing to the left, Jess would cower for a moment, lowering her cranium to stare at her feet. Kicking the dirt.

Course Lizzie noticed, but she didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she’d give her friend a pat on the shoulder, offering her the hair tie that was around her wrist. “𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.”

Giving Lizzie a firm nod, Jess would slip from her grasp to pull the back seat of the car open, crawling inside.

“𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.” Just like that, she’d slip into the darkness. Truth be told her vision was 20/20 and the amount of times she spent running through this particular biome.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟑 𝒂𝒎

Frustrated, pinching the bridge of her nose, Lizzie would sigh. Looking around her surroundings one last time before she’d entirely give up. No one was on their way back. There wasn’t any form of light and she was worried Jess might’ve run off to go and find them.

Fists collided with bark, expressing her anger before heading back to the vehicle and the girl she’d left behind.

Took her about five minutes before she’d made it back to the Jeep. Though, oddly it seemed a little too quiet. “𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵. .” The choice wasn’t a great one, but, it was near midnight. Least that’s what she was guessing. Palms latched onto the door handle, sighing. “. . 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩―”

If her heart didn’t drop right then and there. Lizzie would’ve screamed. Instead she stood there shell shocked, disgusted. Heart broken. Her stomach fell to the deepest part of her core and her throat started closing up. Here comes the water works.

Jessica was a complete and utter mess. Her blood stained the interior of the car, stomach cut open, her head decapitated, replacing the head rest of the back seat. Lizzie nearly hurled, but she kept it together. Truth be told she seemed much worse, but this didn’t look like the makings of any vampire. Not a werewolf. The cuts were too clean.

Just as she was about to close the door back up, the blonde had remembered she’d had a cellphone. Which could. . actually come in hand. Or lead to her inevitable death. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she leaned forward, swallowing her fear and disgust before reaching into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out the cellular device. “𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴.”

Wiping crimson off the phone against her shirt, digits pushed the home button hoping it was still working. Screen blared a bright light, blinding her for a moment before her eyes would start to adjust. 𝟏𝟐:𝟓𝟒 𝐚𝐦.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐:𝟓𝟓 𝐚𝐦

“𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗟𝗶𝘇.” Masculine, a rasp to the words. Lizzie spun around, jolting as soon as she spotted a familiar face. Expelling a soft sigh of relief.

“𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, 𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.” A hand flew to her chest, trying to keep her breathing steady. Though.. It would only stain her top. Damn.

“𝗪𝗵𝗼𝗮, 𝗟𝗶𝘇. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱.”

Well, SOMETHING about that sounded unsettling. Narrowing her gaze, she’d step aside, slowly. With one glance at her stature, you’d notice she had her guard up. “𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴.” Just before leaving the vehicle, she’d pull the door open, showcasing the butchered brunette. “𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.” Lizzie’s been through enough of trauma and evil boyfriends to know that whatever this was? It wasn’t a rescue mission..

“𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁? 𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲.”

“―𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 / 𝘸𝘦 /. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵?” Clutching onto the phone, feet would lead her walking backward to the other side of the vehicle, only to walk right up against a broad frame.

“𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.” Deep, cynical. “𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝗟𝗶𝘇𝘇𝗶𝗲.” Sickeningly sweet.

She snapped back around, oceanic hues growing wide at the sudden appearance of the other two boys that had come with. “𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯. . . 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵.” Her heart was racing a smile per minute, mentally preparing herself for the worse.

“𝗠𝘆, 𝗺𝘆! 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱? 𝗖𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 / 𝘀𝗼 / 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗟𝗶𝘇𝘇𝗶𝗲. 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆?” Alberts cranium would tilt, resting an arm over John's shoulder, nudging his chest. “𝗢𝗵, 𝘆𝗲𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀.”

Fear washed over her features upon their words. A desperate attempt at escape, wrist twisted clockwise. Hoping to dislocate one of their limbs, but when it didn’t work, the blonde realized she hadn’t siphoned any magic before leaving her household. Another mental scream was given before she exhaled a breathy sigh. Swallowing thickly. “𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?”

Luke would round the vehicle, settling on the other side of Johnny. All three carefully staring at the blonde in thought. “𝗛𝗺, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆? 𝗔𝗻𝘆 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻?”

“𝗡𝗼, 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗟𝘂𝗸𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗔? 𝗔𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀?”

Right then and there, his tiers outstretched from ear to ear. If looks can kill? Lizzie would’ve ended up just like Jessica by now. “𝗢𝗵~ , 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 /𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴/ 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀.” Allform of amusement would disappear from his features to stare the blonde down, stepping forward to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead, hooking it behind her ear. “𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 /𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁/ 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.”

It felt like something crawled down her back, causing her to straighten her posture, jaw clenching. Lizzie didn’t really have much of a choice anyway. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤 𝘳 𝘢 𝘻 𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢?”

There was a small glint in his eyes upon her question. Humming, Albert would lower his frame, brushing his tiers against her earlobe. Whispering. “𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗿𝘂𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸.” Cranium tilting, hovering over her shoulder. “𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘀.”

Shuddering, she’d turn away, avoid eye contact. “𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. . . 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦??”

“𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲.” Luke would pipe up.

“𝘞𝘩𝘺?? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”

“𝗢𝗛, 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 / 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 / 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.” Albert leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, brushing the bad of his thumb over her lips. “ 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗. 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗦𝗢 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗔. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹. 𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘀, 𝗜’𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘀𝗼. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲.”

A kick to the gut, that’s what his words felt like. It shouldn't have taken much affect on her, but it did. Cowering, the blonde would walk  back only to hit the Jeep. “𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

“―𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁.” Johnny spoke up, glaring her down.

“. . . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵. . “

His shoulders would lift into a soft shrug, brushing the comment off. “𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.” It took everything in Lizzie not to lunge forward and attack, but even then she wouldn’t be able to win. She was weak. Magic-less. “𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀.”

All but one, Albert and Luke would grab her by the arms, slamming her frame against the vehicle to keep her still. But the blonde wasn’t having any of it. Lizzie trashed, attempting to pry her arm off. Didn’t work at all, they were taller, stronger. She was left tearing up, sobbing, expelling cries in hope to get some kind of attention from the outer world, but nothing.

“𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵, 𝘀𝗼. 𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” John closed his distance, pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket. ―There was no hesitation, he’d pierce her left hip, digging the knife firmly into flesh. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱.”

Tiers parted, palms formed into fists as she continued to cry out in pain, helpless and afraid. . so much for trying to make new friends right? Maybe she should have stayed miserable at school. Sucked it up and held herself together like she did for most of her life. But even then, her end would be inevitable. Her sadness, her insecurities would only end up eating her from the inside.

As the knife was pulled from her frame, Lizzie would whimper, biting her any smart remark. Cause she didn’t have any.

“ 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹. 𝗪𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁. “

Their grip loosened causing her to sip from their hold, falling to her knees. Her hands pushing against her freshly open wound, an attempt to keep it from bleeding anymore than it already was. She couldn’t even get herself to lift her head up.

“ 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐓𝐖𝐎.

That’s all she needed to hear before a grunt would fall past her tiers. She was on fight or flight. Right now it seemed like flight. No way she stood a chance unless she came across something to help a siphon witch. She needed a miracle. Though something tells her she ran out of all her luck ages ago.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝟏:𝟓𝟎 𝐚𝐦.

Cackling, laughter echoed through darkness. Flashing of lights hovering over her head in search of the blonde. If only she had their luxury of light. Maybe then she’d have a better chance at finding the road, someone.

After what felt like forever, when in reality it's only been a couple of minutes, she finally found a signal. One bar, two, three. It’d keep increasing the faster she ran, the faster she ran to a town. “𝘖𝘩, 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘴!”

Unlocking it, she’d quickly dial the Salvatore School number, hoping someone would answer. “𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱― 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦??” She spoke a little too loudly.

“𝗨𝗛- 𝗢𝗛, 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧? 𝗥𝗨𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛. 𝗥𝗨𝗡!!” Albert would whistle, signaling the others that he’d got a lead. Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the phone against her ears she didn’t stop running,

Please. Please. Please.

“𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜?” a small, delicate, sounding little boy had spoken up and she knew exactly who it was.

“𝘗 𝘦 𝘥 𝘳 𝘰???”

“𝐻𝑖 𝐿𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑖𝑒! 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒?”

Shaking her cranium, she needed to stay on task, wincing when nearly tripping over a rock. Exhaling, panting, she’d clear her throat to quickly speak. “𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘗𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝑀ℎ𝑚.”

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦―”

A static. She knew exactly what that meant. Lowering the phone from her ear, her fear would only begin to grow. Any hope she had left was faint and she knew her chances at survival were low. Lizzie shouldn’t have stopped in her tracks, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire body felt like shutting down when the phone had died. It’s like she was accepting her fate.

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐑𝐔𝐍. That’s all she could hear echoing in her head. Though it wasn’t the sound of Alberts voice. It was more so her own. Motivating her to do so.

𝘙   𝘜  𝘕 !!!

Jolting, snapping out of her momentary lapse. Her breathing was deep, chest heaved and she’d give one more long inhale before bolting forward. Straight is the only way she can think to go. It was a three again one hunt to kill. Lizzie had a better chance running than changing course. Adrenaline was now in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel. She didn’t even realize that her wound was only getting bigger by each shift. Each step she took, the more blood would drip.

A flash of light had nearly blinded her, causing her arm to lift. Shielding her eyes. Then it hit her. “𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘴?” . . . Were those headlights? She ran faster, as fast as her legs could possibly take her. “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘥. Mumbling under her breath, but . . unfortunately like stated before.

She ran out of luck a long time ago.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘏𝘌𝘠! 𝘩𝘌𝘓𝘗! 𝘰𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘏𝘌―” One miss step, and the blonde was sent sliding down a steep hill until her leg hit a branch. Leaving her stumbling, rolling down into the depths of the woods. Bruised, cut, wounded. She laid there in dirt, in the dark, on her back. . staring up at the night sky. Bleeding to her death.

Turned out that light that she saw? Was just her imagination.

.  .  .

But hey, at least she tried. At least she had Jess to keep her company while she was crumbling. At least she’d go out with a killer view.

And sarcasm? Still crisp. Unmatched.

“𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘦. 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳. . . .”

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝟐:𝟒𝟔 𝐚𝐦.

Rustle of leaves, the crunch from footsteps. A dozen to be exact. Though, she couldn’t quite get a hearing on who or a look for that matter. Lizzie’s energy was nonexistent.

Her head was spinning and her body had completely given out. Everything she had going for her left when she let fate ultimately decide where she’d stand.

“𝗔𝘄𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆. “

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗼, 𝗔?”

“𝗢𝗵, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗼, 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆.”

“𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿?”

“𝗢𝗵, 𝗻𝗼! 𝗟𝘂𝗸𝗲, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 ``𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁?” Albert would look from Luke to John before his gaze would fall to the Saltzman witch laid unconscious on the floor. He didn’t seem as excited as he was before, but . . something out his current expression seemed like he still had a plan.

Who knows.

Maybe he’ll leave her just like Jessica.

[wannawrite]

Neighbour In Danger

MXM's / Produce 101's Im Youngmin X Reader 

TW: mentions of alcohol, smoking, violence, sexual harassment 

Word count: 1868

• You're walking back down a shady ass lane after school 

• it's hella creepy so something's bound to happen 

• neighbour! Youngmin ( saves the day ) says hi  

• ft. created character Jessica 

⚠️ ATTENTION ⚠️ 

YOUNGMIN HAS DEBUTED WITH DONGHYUN AS MXM ( alpaca and buffalo ) AND I AM LIVING THANK YOU 

thank you for requesting this anon, hope you like it :))) sorry it took SO INCREDIBLY LONG I SHOULD QUIT 

Fun fact: my school actually has night study sessions 

________ 

You groaned, rubbing your temples and slammed your mathematics textbook shut, the sudden thud cut through the graveyard like silence in the library yet every student was too focussed on their material to even flinch at the noise. 

You glanced at the clock. 

10.12 pm. 

You should have started to head back home about an hour ago, as your house was pretty far away from your college but of course, you were too engrossed in your notes and hadn't realised how fast time had flown by. It had been an exhausting Friday at school, the last thing you wanted was to stay any later for night study. 

Your best friend, Jessica, who you had come to the night study session with, barely noticed when you stood up and pushed you chair in. Of course, you could wait for her to wrap up and take a taxi home together but she lived within walking distance... it was late and dangerous for anyone out though. 

"Jess, let's go. It's so late already," you hissed, tapping on her shoulder. 

She nodded, packing up her books and stationery. You bid the sleeping librarian goodbye and ventured out into the night. It was weird to see campus which was usually bustling with life deserted like a ghost town. 

"There's no way we can get a taxi at this hour, school's too inconvenient. We have to walk out and I might as well just walk home," Jess said, half asleep.

"Do you want me to walk you home? Are you okay?" You offered. 

"No, no. Thanks but you stay really far away and I don't want to detour you any further. Walk out. Grab a taxi, go home," Jessica insisted, declining your offer.

She had a point, a good one at that. 

So, you hugged her goodbye and made sure she was safely across the street until you flagged a taxi and began your journey home. It was so dark in that part of town it made you shudder, at least around campus was better lit but this estate is more rundown than the one I live in, you thought. 

I hope my parents have gone to sleep already, waiting for me would be too late.

"Oh my god!" You yelped as the taxi ran over something, after that, something felt amiss. "Uhm..." 

"Sorry miss, I think it's a flat tire. This is how far I can bring you. My apologies, I hope you get home safely," the driver apologised as you paid him for the ride.

"It's okay, accidents happen. Goodnight, be safe," you replied despite the displeasure of walking the remaining journey home. You knew there was a stretch of famous bars before your house, it was pretty freaky at night and you hated to even look at it, much less walk pass. 

Whatever, I'll just ignore them and have the police on speed dial. 

When you stuffed your hand into your pocket, you discovered you had forgotten to bring along your ear pieces. Now you had to just put up with the horrible and loud music playing from the clubs.  

Is today just a series of unfortunate events? 

Slowly but steadily, you stumbled along the street that lead to your house. To your delight, it did get more brightly lit as you ventured closer towards the more developed housing estate but you knew what was coming up soon. Maybe I should have just crashed at Jessica's penthouse...... 

... 

You shivered but not because of the cold gust of wind that blew by. Your ears could already pick up the sound of shitty music in a near region. To make matters worse, it was a Friday night. To clubbers, the night was still young and you knew more people would be arriving to party. 

The stretch approached, it was just across from where you hid, behind a large tree. You hoped you could avoid it. 

Should I call my dad to come and get me?....No! No! He's probably sleeping after working so hard... or he's still in the hospital working. 

You shook your head free of unreasonable ideas and inhaled a deep breath. "Okay, Y/N. You can do this, there's nothing to be afraid of," you told yourself then poked your head round to check. 

Ew, there were people smoking outside. 

Not that you had anything against it or them, you just hated the smell of smoke. Tentatively, you took a small step but quickened your pace as you passed club after club, bar after bar. You tuned out to the wolf whistles, cat calls and shouts, trying to attract your attention. 

"Hey! You! School girl!" ( that kink can fcking die already )

"Someone's got cake!" 

"Join us!" 

You forced yourself to look away and continued walking, jogging almost. 

"Hey! Come back!" 

"Don't ignore us!" 

You could feel the anxiety and fear bubbling inside of you. The second you heard a beer bottle smash on the ground and fast footsteps approaching, you tore off down the road. 

... 

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

You weren't sure if that was the sound of your heart or the sound of footsteps pounding on the pavement. Beads of perspiration trickled down the side of your face but you didn't even stop to wipe it off, all you could concentrate on was making a break from those weird guys. 

But of course, you were beyond dead-tired and your heavy bag and books weighed you down tremendously. There was no way you could outrun them... but you had to try. The ground was bumpy and made it hard for you to get a stable grip, your ankles throbbed from all the exertion. The tears which had welled up in your eyes because of your fear started to drip down your cheeks when you felt your legs buckling in, worn out. 

"Aww, she's crying." One of them said, slime dripping from his words. Another yanked you up by your hair, causing you to scream. "She's a loud one. Let's see how loud she can really be tonight." 

"Don't touch me!" You shouted, kicking but it was useless, they were just too strong for you. Their chortles disgusted you to no end and you wanted it to all end but there was only one ending to situations like these. You felt fury, not fear rise in your chest. You opened your mouth to retaliate but someone cut you off.

"Hey!"

There wasn't time for the first dude to react, he was on the floor, knocked out cold with his nose bleeding profusely in seconds. 

Your eyes shot up to the person who had punched him but it became a blur after that. Managing to wrangle free from the other man's grasp, you escaped to a safer corner while a knight dressed in a black hoodie and black jeans battled with the other two sickos. He seemed to be really young, you got a glimpse of his face. 

Wait, wasn't that Im Youngmin? My new neighbour? He had briefly introduced himself a few weeks ago. 

You couldn't be sure but at least you had a suspect. 

Wow, he's so strong...and handsome. Shut up! This isn't time for you to be thinking about that! 

You blushed at the memory of you watching Youngmin watering his plants shirtless early in the morning as you were doing some morning stretches. 

Y/N, no! 

You gasped when Youngmin didn't notice the other man come up from behind with a glass shard, he was too busy fighting the other one off. 

Instead of yelling 'look out' helplessly, you grabbed your 10cm thick, hard cover with 400 pages of text mathematics textbook and ran forward. There was an advantage from a back attack, using all your might, you brought the book down on the man's head, before he could spin round, you hit him again with the book and he collapsed on the ground, writhing in both shock and pain. 

Hmm, I suppose math textbooks are now important. 

Youngmin managed to subdue the other guy, he didn't take a second glance but grabbed your arm and together, raced down the street. 

...

"Wow, Miss Y/N. I didn't know you were such a badass," he finally broke the silence. 

Playing along, you scoffed, "That's my neighbourhood you moved into, kid. You don't know anything." But despite your brave exterior, you were still badly shaken from the incident, your clammy palms was a dead giveaway. 

"Hey, you okay?" Youngmin asked in a soft, comforting tone. He even stopped in front to look you in the eye. Cautiously, as if not to spook you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you. 

Your breath caught at the sudden close proximity but Youngmin didn't seem affected by it so you tried to control yourself. "I-i'm fine...thanks." 

"You sure? That was... a really rough incident you had," he asked again. 

You nodded, unable to manage uttering words, at least intelligibly. 

"Why were you out so late?" 

"I could ask the same for you." 

"Ahh, there she is. The infamous little chilli padi I hear about from my neighbours. Well, Donghyun wanted to watch a movie but we realised we had like zero snacks so he sent me out on a convenience store run," he revealed without hesitation. 

Donghyun? Another other attractive boy?

But you couldn't lie and say that you weren't more attracted to Youngmin, especially after he had saved you. "College night study session," you answered, looking down at your feet as you continued walking. 

"Ahh! It must be finals season. Well, all the best, study hard." 

"T-thank you," you whispered, face reddening. 

"Aww! You're so cute!" Youngmin complimented, his eyes twinkling brightly. 

You were grateful you arrived at your gate, unable to tolerate anymore of the handsome boy who had rescued you. "Uhm, thanks...really...f-for w-what happened just now," you stammered out, ashamed. 

Youngmin adopted a more sincere tone and posture. "Hey, don't worry about it. Please take care of yourself, okay? Don't be too shaken by it, I know it's scary and traumatic but I'm right across the street. I'll come when you call me. Please do. Okay?" 

Giggling, you agreed, at least it helped you banish whatever had just happened from your mind for now. "How about I come over tomorrow?" You boldly suggested. 

Youngmin clapped. "Wow. A pretty girl wants to come over to my house. How can I say no?" He smiled at you. "Sure, I can introduce you to Donghyun. I think he'll love you....Well, goodnight Y/N....Oh! Let’s go to the police station tomorrow, I’m not going to let those bastards off.” He waved goodbye and blew a kiss. 

You pretended to catch it, "Goodnight, don't dream of me too much." 

You knew Youngmin was watching to make sure you entered your house safely. Tonight had been wild, it was scary and something you would never forget. At least Youngmin was there to help. You settled onto your bed, sighing, cheeks blushing bright pink. You could see from your window that Youngmin was opening the gate to his own house, he had got home safely too. 

That made you feel more assured that your new crush friend was safe.

[pllsetskyonice]

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

-

It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.

“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.

“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”

-

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

Alright buckle in its gonna be a bumpy ride let me tell you a thing or two about the size of @otabekaltin’s dick

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I hope you’re ready bc I sure as hell wasn’t the first time I saw it – tho in fairness he did warn me about it beforehand

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

But I’m gonna be honest here and say I had to take a moment when we did somethinh sexual for the first time bc girl, I couldn’t’ cope

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

Shall we talk about the time he fucked me for the first time?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

YES WHAT A WONDERUFL IDEA KETS CARRY ON TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY BOYF’S DICK FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTS

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

After all of the prep (srsly ive never seen so much lube lmao) he finally entered me (is that even the right word idk I’m so drunk rn)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I’ve never felt so full in my whole life it was SO GOOD 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND (although hands off he’s mine)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

honestly tho I swear the sex gets better every time? He REALLY know what he’s doing with that thing let me tell you

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I did once ask if he needed a licence for it, he didn’t take it well lmao. Anyway, tl;dr: @otabekaltin’s dick is a godsend and

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I am forever grateful that I’ve got to experience such a masterpiece so many different times in so many different positions

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 5h ago

Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin

Holy mother of god is this true? PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS TRUE

Yuri Angels @yuriangels10 · 5h ago

Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin, @c_giacometti

AHAHAHA WE’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR AGES WE CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING

-

“Yeah, I figured, from the numerous spelling mistakes and yours and Mila’s Snapchat stories from last night,” Otabek says, sighing. “But that doesn’t make this okay, Yuri.”

“I know,” Yuri says miserably as he continues to scroll through the shit storm that’s taken over his Twitter. “Do you want me to delete the tweets?”

“I’m not sure what good that’ll do at this stage,” Otabek says. “They’ve already been screenshotted and reposted too Tumblr and Instagram and Facebook so many times that deleting the original tweets doesn’t mean that people will stop talking about it.”

“True,” Yuri agrees. He hasn’t checked Tumblr yet but he already feels like the Yuri Plisetsky tag will be trending on there, full of screenshots taken from Twitter and detailed posts discussing it all. Instagram will be full of people screaming in the comments, and Facebook will have people criticising his decision to share this all on the internet for everyone to see. No doubt someone has already put together a compilation video on YouTube of closeups of Otabek’s crotch with Yuri’s tweets edited onto it. “I can’t apologise enough for all of this. I’m so sorry.”

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russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Jenna @xxknifeshoesxx · 4h ago

Replying to @plsetsky

I can’t believe that this is confirmed, what the hell

skate away @quadloop · 4h ago

Replying to @plsetsky, @xxknifeshoesxx

Is it just me that rlly wants to know just how big Otabek is now?

russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago

Nah (I mean it might be bordering the slightly creepy territory but still, SOMEONE FETCH THE GUY A TAPE MEASURE)

-

“I know,” Otabek says. “I’m not happy that this has happened, but it has, so we’ll deal with it – oh no, Victor’s just messaged in the group chat.”

-

Victor: EXPLAIN YOURSELVES

Victor: [multiple screenshots of Twitter threads]

Yuri: …

Yuri: why the hell should we have to explain ourselves to you two??!

Victor: BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IN THE SKATING WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF OTABEK’S DICK AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT AND WHY DID YOU POST THIS ALL ONTO TWITTER?

Yuri: jesus

Yuri: stop yelling

Yuri: I was drunk and said some things on twitter, it’s not a big deal

Victor: It very clearly is!

Victor: Yakov is going to have your head off over this, I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet

Victor: If you thought he was mad at you after Welcome To The Madness, then you’ve really got another thing coming

Yuri: I can handle yakov thank you

Otabek: I’d make a joke about how if you can handle my dick you can handle anything but somehow I don’t think that would be appreciated

Yuri: oh my god beka

Victor: You’re right, it wouldn’t be appreciated

Yuuri: Maybe

Yuuri: Maybe it doesn’t matter because they’re both consenting adults and what goes on behind closed door isn’t anyone’s business but theirs?

Victor: Yuuri I love you but that’s not the point

Victor: They’re going to get people going on about this for months, in interviews, in articles, online… it’ll come back to haunt you in five years’ time at a party when someone’s flicking through their camera roll and finds the tweets and is like, “oh wow who remembers when?”

Yuri: alright I get it my tweets are a ghost that’ll come back to haunt me

Yuri: can we all please calm down I really don’t want to deal with this rn

Victor: Is that because you’re hungover? Well you should’ve thought about that before you got drunk and posted a bunch of stupid tweets to twitter!

Yuri: *true, not stupid

Yuri: and stfu victor

Yuri: no one cares what you have to say

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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago

I’M YELLING pic.twitter.com/t35v5f

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago

Someone should get yuri drunk more often this is GOLD

Mila Babicheva @mila_b · 20m ago

Replying to @phichit_chu

I honestly don’t know if I should be apologising or not

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 20m ago

Noooo! Definitely not lmao I WANT TO KNOW ALL THE SECRETS

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registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this banana bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/235g5y

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this cucumber bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43qg5

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this aubergine bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/4gaf35

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this leek bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/98rga3

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this can of dry shampoo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/257g23

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this chair leg bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/5gsgj1

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this table leg bigger than otabek’s dic? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43tg83

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this branch bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/6grg24

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this tree bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/7gr32t

Yurabek For Life @yurabek4life · 6m ago

Replying to @slicetheice

@yuriplisetsky is this dildo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/24gw46

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago

u ruined it

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago

gtfo my thread

-

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Mila enters, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair is messy and she obviously didn’t get around to taking off her makeup last night, as her eyeliner and mascara is smudged around her eyes and what’s left of her foundation is decidedly patchy.

“Hey,” she says quietly, walking forward and placing the glass on the bedside table. “Thought you could probably do with a glass of water.”

“Thanks,” Yuri mumbles, reaching for the glass and taking a few small sips. Though his phone call with Otabek has now ended, they’re continuing to text as they both keep an eye on what’s happening on social media. Victor keeps texting him too, and Yakov keeps calling him, but Yuri is ignoring those. He doesn’t need a lecture right now.

Mila shuffles on her feet, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, looking down at the carpet rather than at Yuri. “I never should’ve got you that drunk last night.”

“You do realise I don’t really give a shit, right?” Yuri replies. Mila’s head snaps up and she stares at him, brow furrowed.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“I don’t care, Mila,” Yuri says. “Maybe in a perfect world I wouldn’t have posted those tweets and sent the figure skating fandom into a meltdown, and maybe people at Google questioning wouldn’t be wondering why there’s been a sudden increase in people Googling what the average penis size in Kazakhstan is, but it’s not the end of the world. Otabek wasn’t best pleased at first but I think he’s getting over it now. If anything, it’s just given everyone another reason to be jealous of the fact that I’m dating him.”

Mila scoffs, a smile spreading across her face. “You’re something else, Plisetsky,” she says. “Are you going to tell me, then?”

“Tell you what?” Yuri asks, feigning ignorance as he continues to scroll through Twitter. He’s trending, but he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel about that given the circumstances.

“How big he is, of course!”

“Fuck no. Get out my room.”

“Technically speaking –”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

-

17 missed calls from Yakov

Yakov: What on earth is going on

Yakov: I hope you have a reasonable explanation for all of this

Yakov: I am concerned about that boy’s influence on you

Yakov: Please answer your phone calls

Yakov: Answer the phone when I call you!

Yakov: ANSWER THE PHONE!!

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Otabek Altin retweeted

russian fairy @plsetsky · 5h ago

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 1m ago

Replying to @plsetsky

Hell yes he is. ;) #yurisizequeen

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 30s ago

Replying to @plsetsky, @otabekaltin

#yurisizequeen CONFIRMED

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Yuri Plisetsky

@yuriplisetsky

Gold medallist Russian figure skater. Otabek Altin’s boyfriend. Size queen.

St Petersburg

Joined March 2014

Born March 1

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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky YOU UPDATED YOUR BIO AND I’M YELLING

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago

Replying to @phichit_chu

I was just showing who I am

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 8m ago

This whole thing is making my day #yurisizequeen @otabekaltin so how well does he take it?

Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 8m ago

Now that would be telling ;)

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 7m ago

Is that code for “I’ve never had anyone take it so well before”?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5m ago

Why must I be exposed in this way

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 4m ago

You exposed yourself

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 2m ago

…true

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Yuri: I’m never drinking with you again.

Mila: Yeah, whatever you say

Mila: I will get you drunk again and get you to spill your secrets all over Twitter

Yuri: NEVER

Yuri: NOT HAPPENING

Mila: Sure, keep telling yourself that

Mila: So, you want to have a few drinks next Friday?

Yuri: …

Yuri: Fine. I’m in.

-

Yuri’s been back at his apartment for a few hours, doing nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching Netflix and contemplating if he can stomach food yet when the doorbell rings. He stares at the door for a few moments, confused, because he no one’s told him they’re coming around. Maybe he left something at Mila’s and she’s decided to drop it off when running errands or something. Sighing, he pauses Netflix, drags himself off the couch and shuffles to the door, his blanket wrapped round his shoulders like a cape.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Yuri demands when he opens the door and sees Otabek of all people standing there. “You decided to just hop on the next plane to St Petersburg or something?”

“Um, yeah,” Otabek mumbles, brushing a hand through his hair as a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. With his other hand, he holds up a bag from the local convenience store. “I also got food. Wanted to make sure you were actually going to eat something today.”

Through the thin white plastic of the bag, Yuri spots a familiar label. “You got me Pringles.” They’re one of his favourite foods that he’s not really supposed to eat when he’s training, but they’re also what he really wants right now.

Otabek grins. “I did.”

“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” Yuri asks, making a grab for the bag. Looking like a kid at Christmas, he takes the lid off the Pringles and tears at the paper/foil one, before taking several crisps out of the tube and putting them all into his mouth at once.

“Well, you’ve told the world about how much you love my dick, but apart from that, no, I don’t think so.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Yuri says through a mouthful of crisps, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get in here.”

-

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 13m ago

Look who flew all the way from Almaty just to be here! ♥♥ pic.twitter.com/36uhghefh5

Otabek Altin @otabekatlin · 12m ago

Replying to Yuri Plisetsky

It’s good to be back. ♥♥

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 10m ago

I bet it is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago

Oh yes ;)

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Week In Review Archives

Updated every Sunday.

3/26/23 - Angry Video Game Nerd I&II Deluxe / Burnout / Read This! 3/19/23 - Anarcute / The Mushroom Kingdom / The Mushroom King 3/12/23 - Alien Life Lab / Get it together, Steam / #JakeReviewsTwitch 3/5/23 - Airships: Conquer the Skies / Affordable Space Adventures / Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party

2/26/23 - Aerannis / Game Boy was weird! / Games You Won't See on NSO 2/19/23 - About Love, Hate & the other ones / Link's Awakening / Game Boy Fever 2/12/23 - a new life. / Game revivals / Appropriate game pricing 2/5/23 - A Hole New World / Narnia DS / Submerged: Hidden Depths

1/29/23 - 2000:1: A Space Felony / Sketchy eShop Pricing / QubicGames Ranking 1/22/23 - 10s / 2064: Read Only Memories, Snatcher, and Matching the Medium 1/15/23 - 10mg: SNAAAK / Review scores / Gold's Gym: Cardio Fitness 1/8/23 - 2d flight simulator / Sunset Overdrive / MySims

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Perfection:A Be More Chill/Pinkberry Fanfiction

(a/n:hi its eurus i have a schedule for posting now yayyy anyway @weirdbutalilsmart helped me with this go look her up and follow her(she follows me,thanks A) and hope you enjoy this!-Eurus

After the SQUIP incident,Chloe and Brooke became better people.

Brooke lost her eating disorders.

Chloe was less mean to everyone.

They could be themselves around people.

Chloe and Brooke were spending more time together.

They thought it was perfection.

Until...

              “Halloween Party!”Jake shouted at the squad during their weekly after-rehearsal dinner.Uncertain glances were shared across the table.The last Halloween party ended in a fire and a panic attack.

“Are you sure?”Jeremy asked.

“Sure?Why wouldn’t-”Jake was saying until Rich put his hand on Jake’s.His rough,bumpy hand full of burns.

“Oh.Well,it’ll be different.”He squeezed Rich’s hand and looked at everyone.”I promise.”

                Brooke hesitated in front of the door.The squad had decided on under dressed as it’s theme and Brooke had decided on an angel.She still felt overdressed,even with just a headband,white and yellow striped shirt,leggings,a yellow belt and a peach-colored cardigan.She hesitated on turning the door knob.She could still turn back,run home and-

                “Jake,I’m letting you stay in my house,don’t des-”The door had opened and Chloe had opened the door.Brooke’s mouth hung agape.Chloe was dressed as a devil and even though they were all under dressed,Chloe looked beautiful and so hot and god fucking shit is she gay for her best friend and-

                  Chloe looked at her outfit and smoothed her clothes down.”Is something wrong?”she asked.”Should I change?I have an extra fox costume in my bag.”

                   Brooke was brought back from thinking about her best friend.”Don’t change.Jeremy will get a boner,y’know cause he’s a furry.”Also, cause you look fucking hot,my god.

“I heard that!”Jeremy screamed from the inside of the house.”I’m not a furry!”

                    Chloe winked at Brooke,and if you asked Brooke,she wasn’t blushing,no,she didn’t feel anything about that wink other than friendship.

   Chloe wasn’t sure how,but the squad had ended up in her parent’s room.

                    Chloe looked around.Jeremy and Michael were dressed as a Mario and Luigi.Rich was dressed as an American Football player.Christine and Jenna were dressed as Veronica and Martha from Heathers.She continued looking around the room until Brooke nudged her shoulder.

“Have you been paying attention?Chris and Jen were talking about how they had extra costumes and Jen asked if you were high.”Brooke said.

“I’m fine.”she glared at Jenna.”I’m not high.That’s Mikey’s job.”

                        The small talk continued for a few minutes until Cheerleader Jake burst through the door with an empty bottle of Mountain Dew Red.

“Guys,let’s play spin the bottle!”he said.

                      The squad immediately positioned themselves in a circle.While Jake explained the rules to Christine,Chloe found herself staring at her best friend sitting diagonally across from her.

And,holy shit.

Brooke Lohst was hot.

She had accepted her best friend was hot a long time ago.

But shit.

She looked so good.

I mean,she wouldn’t decline a date if Brooke had asked he-

“Chloe!”Jenna’s call stopped Chloe’s thoughts.

“What?”Chloe looked around and saw the bottle.

Shit.

It pointed at her and Brooke.

“We didn’t rig it.”Jenna stated.

Jenna must have seen Chloe and Brooke’s completely red faces.

“If y’all need privacy,go to the guest room.”Rich said.

They sat in the guest/Jake’s room.

“So,”Brooke started.

Chloe stood up. “Lets get this over with.”

Chloe held out her hand.

“You sure?”Brooke asked timidly.

Chloe nodded.

Brooke stood up wobbly. 

Chloe closed her eyes.

And their lips met.

Fuckfuckfuckingfuckthisisamazing, Chloe thought.

They had been kissing for a minute when someone started knocking on the door.   

“Having sex,lovebirds?”Rich asked.

The two separated   ,Brooke running back to Chloe’s parents’room,and Chloe running to the nearest bathroom.

Was it weird she enjoyed it?

Chloe stared in the mirror and saw herself,still blushing.

Was she gay for her friend?

Mayb-

“Chlo,”Michael said through the door.”You okay?”

“Hmm.”she replied halfheartedly.

“Hope you get your thoughts  together soon and join us.”he said.

Get your thoughts together.

Hmm...

Chloe marched into her parent’s room.

“Hey Chlo,”Jenna greeted.

Chloe ignored her and took Brooke’s hand.

“Wha-?Chlo-”Brooke asked.

Chloe pulled her up and when Brooke was standing, Chloe kissed her.

To Chloe’s surprise,Brooke kissed back.

They were wrong before,thinking that was perfection. because this was perfection.

                                                    -END-

(a/n:hi sorry if ooc i finished writing this very late at night also sorry its long and in halloween in the story even though its july.Go search up @weirdbutalilsmart my buddy go ask her stuff and give her love and yeah hope you enjoyed this  and byeeee -eurus)

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Game Informer Raised Over $77,000 For Charity During Extra Life 2018

Update: Our sincerest, and deepest thanks to everybody that tuned into the 25-hour stream and to those that donated generously to Gillette Children’s Specialty Healthcare. The community rallying together for Extra Life every year is awe-inspiring, you’re all the best. We hope you enjoy the archived video above once it’s done processing. We’ll see you next year!

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It’s that time of year again! The entire Game Informer staff is coming together for a massive, 25-hour livestream of rare auctions, pie throwing, bug eating, and more. Click here to donate to Gillette Children’s Specialty Healthcare right now!

Donate

This year we’re trying a few new things, including an action-packed D&D campaign and a dunk tank to torture editors! Also, you can get a sneak peek at some of the amazing gaming bundles we’ll be auctioning off for charity in the (rough) video below! We’ll be sharing the time for these auctions in a future update on this story.

Schedule

Below is a rough outline of our schedule (in Central time) starting at 8am on Saturday morning. Let us know what you think of these options in the comments below!

Time Game 8:00 AM Pictionary 9:30 AM Jackbox Party Pack 5 11:00 AM The Sims 12:00 PM Local Multiplayer – Donor’s Choice 1:00 PM Super Mario Party 2:00 PM PlayStation Classic Simulator 3:30 PM PlayStation Classic Simulator 4:00 PM Fallout 76 5:30 PM Blackout 7:00 PM Rocket League vs Leo 8:00 PM The Last of Us Multiplayer 9:00 PM Spin the Bottle (Bumpie’s Party) 10:00 PM Super Smash Bros. Duel 11:00 PM Jackbox Party Pack 12:00 AM Jackbox Party Pack 1:00 AM The Quiet Man (with Soundboard) 1:00 AM The Quiet Man (with Soundboard) 2:00 AM YouTube Karaoke 3:00 AM Local Multiplayer – Donor’s Choice 4:00 AM Kinect Nonsense 5:00 AM Driver: San Francisco Duel 6:00 AM YouTube Developer Showcase/T Rex Breakout 7:00 AM Pictionary

Get Involved

If you want to get involved and raise some money for Gillette Children’s Specialty Healthcare in St. Paul, Minnesota, you can click here to join Game Informer’s Extra Life team or even start to donate early for a good cause. We need your support again this year, so get ready to bug all of your friends about our stream. Be sure to thank Game Informer’s Extra Life team captain Zachary Pligge and champion Jack Gardner for their help every single year! 

Donate

Get a look at just a fraction of the amazing auctions we’ll have going live throughout the stream below…

  At 8pm Central, we’re auctioning off this teaser poster for The Last of Us Part II signed by all of Naughty Dog.

At 11pm Central, you’ll have your chance to win this incredibly rare Cyberpunk 2077 statue given out to select journalists at E3 2018. 

At 3pm Central, you can bid on this amazing bundle of games and a Scuf controller for PS4. This is one of only a handful of incredible game bundles. 

 Coming in at 11:30am, here a fun Mass Effect bundle that includes a copy of the trilogy signed by its creative director Casey Hudson!

If you loved God of War this year, don’t miss this auction for a gigantic poster signed by the development team in Santa Monica that will be happening at 2pm Central.

The auction above is one of several different Pokemon bundles we’ll be giving away to generous donors, the bundle above includes a Detective Pikachu Amiibo signed by the upcoming movie’s stars Justice Smith and Kathryn Newton. It’s happening at 11:30pm

With the first happening at noon Central, you can bid on amazing Game Informer bundles that include this mesmerizing poster! To see even more items available for donors, watch the video above to see what else we have to give away throughout the stream!

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On my Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday, I was greeted with a yellow balloon, chocolate hazelnut  cake and torch candle. Literally, a jumbo sparkler. Dangerous and disallowed in much of American, what a joy. A ten second pyrotechnic show just for me..

Birthday’s are a big deal in Georgia, even more so than America, you can not escape it. Overt glitz, broad smiles and excessive hugs. Over 200 well wishes on face-book and flooded inboxes; a wave of love from one end of the world to the other.  

My colleagues/friends did something for me over the top, something making this 57th birthday, a favorite. 

This is for real.

I thought I had requested “please do not go out of your way”  and “its not a day of my best memories”. 

No to Georgians means yes unless it is three no’s. It’s been a month of friends asking, “what are you plans? We must celebrate!!” Those who work side by side with me for years would know I mostly skip work on my birthday, seeking a peaceful day.  

When young this day meant a party and gifts we could not have nor always afford. If we had cake it was often shared with my cousins  also, celebrating their birthday. There were so many of us.  The shared cake would have a sculpted rose on top, pinkish-red made of  buttercream icing; yet no guarantee that single rose  would be yours to eat.   It would be days of anticipation and then disappointment, few parties;  no gifts. A did treasure a birthstone ring gifted to me by mom, unfortunately it was stolen  when my house was robbed a few years ago. I  held in my drawer for 40 years. 

Not to be a downer, but there were 3 birthdays in 57 years that brought me special feeling. My 12th, 21st and 50th. 

On my 12th birthday, I begged my dad daily, for at least 6 months,  to buy me a 10 speed bike on my birthday. A bike he could ill afford making $4-$6 dollars an hour. I became privy to this info when working a summer job at the factory. I  peaked at his pay records when the office was at lunch.  On my special day we went to the bike store to pick one out, choosing a deep maroon. He negotiated so hard, it was embarrassing, he refused to pay the sales tax and insisted on a good warranty, about $110, a weeks pay.  

That maroon bike changed me, I felt free; wind in my long ponied brown hair; peddling, switching gears uphill, then gliding hands-free downhill,  water bottle and basket attached. Visiting places: CandleWood Lake, Nanny’s, St Gregory’s School/Church, and Jimmies market.  I raced it with friends skinning my knees and participated in 26 mile charity ride with a good girl friend passing the old Fair Grounds.

One day I left my bike on the grass in our front  yard. I was late for  dinner again and had not placed it back in the garage. The next time I looked for it, it was gone, stolen. It took me four years to save money to buy my own bike. I was severely scolded.

I still love to bike and have  proudly keep my 1978-9 Peugeot.  Newport, RI.

On my 21st birthday I was taken to the Pocono Mountains. I remember this birthday well. I was gifted the most dainty earrings; gold hearts with the smallest pearl. I was to join another  family and remember sharing the news with my parents, who were surprisingly pleased. My view of my parents changed  post college; their predilections no longer bemuse.  Unallowable behavior became encouraged.   

This family was different than mine; children and parents ate together most meals, played charades and board games for hours. A consolidated unit that operated in unison.  We hiked to the forest and took pictures at the falls. Crossing a foot bridge,me,  dreadfully fearing heights, my hand was tightly held by my host. We visited the local museum and bowled. Always in a group of many, valuing time together, creating memories.  Time was made to teach me how to  juggle 3 balls. I remember feeling free, walking in nature, welcomed.  On my special day  my once small frame adorn a beloved dress: just above the knee, light fabric that bounced, and pale yellow with black polka-dots accented with a black patent leather belt.  I do not recall a birthday cake, only the smiles of those few day. 

The earring, the mate it lost. 

Then birthday’s became a time for my children and their birthdays. A promise with my husband agreeing to not to fuss with my birthday, but give our girls birthdays and make new memories for. To not gift me on my day, but surprise me on other days with kindness.  My happiest gift to him on his birthday was the surprise birth of my youngest daughter who arrived a week early. He, missing his first day of work for his new job, me sleeping through a night of labor. Only to wake and be taken to the hospital.  Most nights I sleep like a rock. 

Each birthday for my girls starting from the first year I was out of control; friends, clowns, cakes, barbecues, balloons, pool, painting and gym; all themed parties. My funniest party for our eldest daughter was at age 13. We  decorated the basement family room with black lights and streamers for a night dance at the house. She asked me to hold the spin the bottle pillow dice.  Nothing changes, except she asked. My funniest memory of my youngest daughter is the year we had the fake birthday party, her birthday falls at summers end and the prior year attendance was low, families tend to take vacation,  so we moved her party up to June :-) and opened the pool. Her idea, no one  would know. 

I lost my father in my 50th year. IA month after passing, my husband Andy asked to take me into Boston for dinner with friends; a date. We had a gift certificate for Capital Grill. $200 and would make a night of it. I grimace but agree; Capital Grill is a premier steak house in the BackBay neighborhood of Boston. I spent  many years working on Newbury, Bolyston Street and Commonwealth Ave. The gift certificate was from our lawyer who failed to pay our es-crowed real estate taxes from  our house closing. Andrew asked me not to check  closing documents because I catch too many errors and tend to be stubborn for correction. We still laugh over this. 

Andy knew it would make me happy surrounding me with memories. We drive in. He hates driving into Boston and specifically parking, anyone would. We park the car nearby,  at a meter near my old office (on Newbury St and adjacent to the Mass Pike). Hoping the car would not be vandalized or towed, we take turns filling it during our meal. Now, one can pay parking remotely with an App. While working, my car was stolen twice plus 6 break-ins and two tows, the parking tickets were, lets say alot.  Today, most young workers take the commuter rail; it now extends to my surburb. The new station opened the day after I stopped commuting, sigh. 

Meeting our close friends, we ordered on the right side of the menu, and the chat was pleasant, but strain of dad’s death overwhelmed me. I ponder why am I out on my birthday. At the meals end, a chocolate birthday cake with candles is placed on the table, and all sang the birthday song, I could not stop crying.  I felt loved. I got to eat the rose.  We return to the car; thankfully intact. 

Back to Georgia.  Last year I had milk  poisoning so we can skip past that birthday (click and read  No Milk for You!) 

At my site, I have a new co-worker and they  mention an ancient monastery. Located in the Village of Uraveli; it dates 1100 A.D. or so and is under renovation. He exclaims “It is majestic.” Continues, thinking “and it is great potential for tourism as the road leading to there has a mineral spring. Healing waters.” He and  my other co-worker families come from this village. And he purchased land near the spring, hoping to develop it. 

Having ate my cake with the crazy candle.  He was again talking about the property and the monastery. He had not seen it, since a young boy. I blurt “let’s go there, today!, that would be the best gift” Some intense discussion in Georgian commenced. Mostly answering the questions, when and should we. Its decide to leave at 4 pm.  It would be  us, three , our driver and my guest; a fellow Peace Corps Volunteer. I am pumped, an unplanned road trip.  

Timeliness is rare in Georgia, around 4;30 pm we set out; five packed in a small SUV, estimated travel 45 minutes; one way. We take the main round south and turn at the Potato World Sign, the road begins to wind as we ascend. We pass another Potato World Sign in the Village Mushki, this has a famous craft woman and her school and museum. We discuss how old she is. We gaze out at the potato fields. 

We enter Uraveli Village and each colleague  points out there grandparents home on the adjacent hillsides.  We crane from our windows, to see  their homes, as they point and describe where to look. The Uraveli river flows along the road to the monastery. We follow it. My coworker says it will become cool soon and darker.  The pavement road ends abruptly and turns to dirt; uneven, potholed, riddle with river rock and deep puddles; the ride becomes increasingly bumpy. You can see the topography change in the aerial google map view and the “red” pin where we are heading. Note the dropped pin is after the fact. 

Rough, the road continues to narrow and loose gravel turns to larger river rock. We are all giggling; only feet away from water’s edge. My co-workers point out river side picnic spots, soviet posts and the City water supply facility. We stop roadside; stretch and drink the from the mineral water fountain, take pictures of the undeveloped land lot, noting is boundaries and abandoned horse stable.  We continue on.  Road sections are damage from spring floods; we swerve to avoid muddied pools. We come to a fork in the road and more giggling;  there is ongoing debate ( in Georgian): how much further and which way and the monastery is not in site yet. Georgian banter continues; “where, when, when?, soon? how far?, close?” 

Unsure, we choose to go left.  The forest canopy now filters the light. We hear thunder, then see lightening strike the mountain. Again we all ask “how many kilometers?”. The ferns and wetland flowers are in bloom, we ascend up the increasingly rocky worn road. We come to a  river crossing; so far all crossings were on aged bridges, but not this crossing; only river.   Giggles turn to cackles, we cross a narrow section; reinforced with poured cement on rocks and  fast moving water. I assume the  wood plank, leaned on nearby rocks is for those on foot :-).

Again, our happy group discusses how much further is our ascent. Latest discussion, we had agreed on 2 kilometers. It seemed closer to 10. My colleague comforts the group stating “it always seems longer going”  and in the same breath “I was last hear as a boy”. We arrive, but the rain comes. All are welcomed  by the head priest and his very large German Shepard. There are workers busy building. We stay only a short time, walking the complex taking pictures. Women need to cover their heads to enter the monastery. Darn we forgot our veils and could not go in to see the ornate paintings. 

I take a short walk. Alone, on top this  mountain, next to this most ancient building of prayer,  Folding my hands, looking towards the sky and in private I thank G-d for this life and one more birthday. 

We descend and it does seem shorter, but certainly as narrow and rocky. I video taped the river crossing (please click). 

 Here are a few more pictures. The hand holding the clover is a fellow Peace Corps volunteer. 

Thanks for listening and following this Blog. Doe

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1-2-Switch es un concepto difícil de definir. Es un juego de los que requieren probarlo para terminar de entenderlo. Salvando las distancias, podríamos definirlo como el hijo bastardo entre Wii Sports (el normal o Resort, eso lo dejamos a vuestro gusto) y el particular Spin the Bottle: Bumpie’s Party de Wii U. Del primero coge la idea de lucir las posibilidades de los mandos, los Joy-Con en este caso, y del segundo hereda eso de perder la vergüenza por completo con conceptos tan absurdos como divertidos.

    Ordeña, dispara, siente o, simplemente, haz un poco el tonto

Estamos ante un compendio de minijuegos nacido para enseñar el potencial de los Joy-Con y divertirnos con amigos con situaciones muy sencillas. En nuestra experiencia sólo pudimos probar una pequeña cantidad, pero fue suficiente para saber por dónde va la experiencia de juego que ofrece. Más allá de la capa de videojuego, es también una experiencia sensorial. Todo funciona a base de señales auditivas, visuales y kinestésicas; todo se rige por el acción-reacción en su más pura esencia.

  Si me llegan a decir que iría a Londres a ordeñar una vaca estaría riéndome durante horas. Ahora que he ido y he tenido que hacerlo, puedo decir que me reí más en esa situación, mientras tenía a mi contrincante clavándome la mirada y diciéndome que iba a sacar más leche que yo. 1-2-Switch va de eso, de situaciones que pueden llegar a lo ridículo, pero que pueden acabar picándote y enganchándote con un sencillo duelo de miradas. Nintendo asocia este título de Nintendo Switch con las cartas. Y para entender esta conexión es más que necesario recordar que la Gran N nació como una compañía de naipes (Hanafuda, para los más quisquillosos); por eso no es de extrañar que hayan querido volver a sus orígenes para plasmar esa sensación de tensión y complicidad que se puede establecer en una partida de póker o cualquier otro derivado.

    Como decíamos, se trata de una experiencia dividida en pequeñas partes. Todos sus minijuegos son rápidos y no requieren del uso de complicadas combinaciones de botones. Sólo hace falta tener un Joy-Con en la mano y hacer alguna que otra pulsación mientras mueves el mandito, o ni siquiera eso. Por poner un ejemplo, uno de estos minijuegos consistía en un entrenamiento de kendo, con uno de los jugadores dando un espadazo vertical y ficticio tras una señal y otro tratando de detenerlo dando una palmada con las dos manos. Es una idea tan sencilla que engancha. Sin darte cuenta, acabas sintiéndote sobre un tatami, totalmente concentrado en cada pequeño gesto, mirada o movimiento de tu rival para reaccionar y detener su espada de madera; o tratando de engañarlo para asestarle el golpe. Simplísimo, pero efectivo.

  Los Joy-Con, la gran clave

Los Joy-Con son el motivo de la existencia de 1-2-Switch. Estos mandos constituyen el eje central sobre el que giran todos y cada uno de los minijuegos que forman a este título de Nintendo Switch. Los agitas, los pulsas, los sientes y hasta, en ocasiones, te dan ganas de abrirlos para ver qué llevan dentro y por qué “suenan” así.

  Como contábamos en nuestras primeras impresiones, la gran baza de Nintendo con su nueva consola no es su entramado de circuitería, sino el control con el que jugaremos. Hablábamos al comienzo de ordeñar vacas, y es porque realmente nos sentimos así. Por culpa de la Vibración HD y los gestos que teníamos que realizar, parecía que realmente estuviéramos apretando la ubre del animal (lo de llevar un gorro de paja también influía, la verdad). Pero, cuando realmente alucinamos con las sensaciones fue con Safe Crack o Ball Count. El primero porque parecía que estábamos notando el conglomerado de engranajes de una caja fuerte mientras tratábamos de abrirla, y el segundo porque, por un momento, estábamos planteándonos tirar el mando al suelo para contar las bolitas que tenía dentro. El Joy-Con se había convertido en una caja de madera con canicas en su interior, y nuestra misión era determinar cuántas había basándonos en sus rebotes y choques en el interior. Funcionaba de maravilla, hasta el punto de pensar que realmente teníamos esa cajita en la mano.

  Esto de las vibraciones no es lo único porque, si bien eso de sentir que hay algo tangible moviéndose en lo que acabas de coger es una pasada, su precisión a la hora de detectar los movimientos es otra cosa que la Gran N ha conseguido de forma sublime. Copy Dance y Samurai Training nos sirvieron para comprobarlo. El último ya lo hemos descrito, y el primero es algo tan simple de explicar como decir que es un Just Dance llevado a lo absurdo. Es un duelo de baile en el que gana quien mejor imite los gestos del contrincante, y aquí cualquier postura vale, por absurda e hilarante que sea.

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  1-2-Switch es, en definitiva, el juego ideal para romper el hielo o quedar con un grupo de amigos. Sólo es necesario tener los dos Joy-Con y dejarse la vergüenza en un cajón para dejarse llevar por la experiencia que ofrece. Quizás por eso nos chirríe que no sea el juego que venga en un pack con la consola. Con los pocos minijuegos que hemos podido probar, ya hemos notado que funciona de forma ideal para dar a conocer las posibilidades del nuevo y revolucionario mando de Nintendo Switch; pero también es perfecto para partidas rápidas y en cualquier lugar. Sólo necesitas poder oírlo y tener un compañero, o varios, para poder disfrutar y divertirte con él mientras echas unas risas.

    Primeras impresiones – 1-2-Switch. Duelo de miradas Joy-Con en mano 1-2-Switch es un concepto difícil de definir. Es un juego de los que requieren probarlo para terminar de entenderlo.

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Put Your Hat On, Act Like An Animal, and Don’t Laugh - Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party is undoubtedly ...

"Spin the Bottle for the Wii U makes you get close.  Sexy close."

-Luke Plunkett, Kotaku.com

Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party is one of our 36 jury-nominated indie games, and quite frankly, it freaking rocks.  Don't miss it at IndieCade this year!

[bluebomberimo]

W....What are you getting at KnapNok Games?

That little heart on the paper is scaring me.

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IndieCade’s ShowCase @ E3:

Spin the Bottle: Bumpie's Party by KnapNok Games

This is -- you guessed it! -- a digital adaptation of every tween’s favorite party game. But don’t worry, instead of locking lips, you’ve got some hilarious social dares to look forward to.

The developer says: “There is such a short route from awkwardness to laughter. The magic about games is that they can give people excuses to put themselves out of their own comfort zones in a safe environment. I have been awkwardly hugging and jumping with uptight Japanese journalists during game demonstrations and afterwards there was simply no going back.

Suddenly you laughed together, chitchatted, and high-fived. Getting into that zone together creates bonds between people that wouldn’t be easy to create that fast in any other way.” A Wii U™ game for up to 8 players.

About the team: Made by Danish KnapNok Games and Swedish Redgrim for Wii U eShop.