#Whatta Shocking Ghost

[gameraboy2]

Scooby-Doo, "Whatta Shocking Ghost"

[python333]

task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!

note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ price is basically your dad atp.

➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.

➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.

➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.

➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.

➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.

➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.

➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.

➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.

➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…

➥ … right?

➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”

➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.

➥ it absolutely is not.

➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.

➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?

➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”

➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.

➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.

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When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?

“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.

Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.

➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?

➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.

➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.

➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.

➥ then, you got an idea.

➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.

➥ “Really? What season are you on?”

➥ “The last season, season two.”

➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”

➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.

➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.

➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”

➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.

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You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.

“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.

“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”

“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.

“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”

“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”

“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.

“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.

“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.

“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”

“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”

Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”

Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”

You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?

Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.

“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.

After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”

You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ now why would you even try this, huh?

➥ have you MET the dude?

➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.

➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”

➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.

➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.

➥ the look he gave you… my god.

➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.

➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.

—

You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.

When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.

Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”

Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”

I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ oh that poor poor boy.

➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.

➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.

➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.

➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.

➥#savegazfromreader

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.

➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”

➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”

➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.

➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”

➥ hes so confused omg.

➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.

➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?

➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.

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You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.

Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.

“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?

You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”

“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.

“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.

”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”

“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”

He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?

He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.

[raineydays411]

You will remember my name

      Part 2 of Ember

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so stoked y’all liked my first fic! I really appreciate all the love and support you guys have no idea. (This might have to stretch to three chapters lol)

Tony Stark X daughter!reader

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Tonys pov

A tense silence filled the halls of the Avengers tower. It’s been a week since Y/N left the tower in tears. It’s been two days since anyone has seen the girl to think of it.  The first few days it was thought the girl was just staying with a friend while she cooled off. But after the third day, a bad feeling settled in the stomachs of the heros. By the fourth day, they asked some of Y/Ns closest friends. 

No one has seen her.

Pepper called her aunt, Pamela Isely, but the women said that the last time she spoke to her god daughter was a week before this whole mess happened. 

By the time the week was over, it was concluded that Y/N Stark was missing. 

Tony Stark was not a perfect father. He knew that, of course he knew. I mean, he didn’t exactly have the positive male role models growing up other than Jarvis. He knew he wasn’t going to be a perfect father. He just never thought he’d screw up this badly.

He found out he had a daughter four months after the Battle of New York. He had gotten the news that an old fling of his had died during the attack. leaving behind a daughter. Feeling bad for the kid, he began to set up a college fund for her, as he knew what it was like to lose someone in a tragic way. At first he thought nothing of it, just simply seeing it as a good deed. But then one night, during one of his restless nights, he began doing the math and figured out that the age of the girl was just about nine months off from when he had...met her mother. Needless to say Pepper was shocked when she woke up to Tony passing out.

After a few minutes of being yelled at by Pepper and another hour of coming to terms with this discovery, Tony made plans to find the girl.

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Y/n pov

After explaining your situation with your father to the boy, you realize that you still didn’t know his name. Turning to him you ask for it. 

“Oh, my name is Daniel, Daniel Winston.”  You snort as you realize the irony of this ghost boys name. 

“You mean to tell me that your name is Daniel, and you’re a ghost with white hair??” He glares at you for a second then a small smile creeps on his face, “Well, despite the circumstances, it is kinda funny.”  You hum in agreement and let a comfortable silence take over as you try and figure out where you are and if you’re even in New York.

“Hey Danny?” You ask, “Where are you from?”  

“Bludhaven, I was walking home from school when I was taken. Why do you ask?” 

“Because” You reply,” I was taken from New York.” A heavy silence falls over you both as you realize that you’re both unfamiliar with your surroundings. There weren’t any markings to indicate where you were. The base was nestled in a corner of abandoned buildings that looked like factories. The sky was dark and you couldn’t see any stars. There was a strange scent in the air that you chalked up to air pollution. You both continue walking when you see a building with its lights on. 

“Danny, that’s the only building so far that has any lights, we should go check it out.” He looked hesitant, and he wasn’t wrong to be. The building was an old shoe factory, it was dark and looked as if a sneeze could take the whole thing down. Whoever was in there probably wasn’t good company.

“ Are you sure you want to go in there?’ Danny's voice full of doubt, “Maybe we should keep going till we actually get into town.” While his idea was the more logical one, you were starting to get tired, blowing up a building with freaky ghost powers takes a lot out a a young girl.

“I think we should go, I need to rest up and we don’t know how far the town will be. We don’t even know what town this is.” And with that, you start to make your way to the building, a hesitant ghost trailing behind you.

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Tony's POV

Tony realizes locking himself up in his lab really isn’t going to help find his missing daughter. He just can’t believe he screwed up this badly. His own child, thought she wasn’t loved. He did that to her. A rage filled his body as he angrily swept everything off his work table. The clatter of wrenches and pens filled his ears as he stared at the wall.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention. He turned to see Steve Rogers walking in with a box of chinese food and a stern face. Quietly, the blond man took a look at the state of the lab, shook his head and placed the food on the table.

“We picked straws to decide which one of us had to come convince you to come out.” Steve said breaking the silence between the two men. Tony said nothing as he continued to look at the wall.

“You know, you have some nerve to lock yourself away.” Tony jerked his head over and stared at the man . “ What did you just say?” 

“You damn well heard what I said.’ Steve shot back. “ Your daughter is missing. She disappeared into thin air. And you’re in here doing what? Throwing your tools around?” 

“Are you going to lecture me?” Tony said in a bored voice.” Because of you are, i want to take notes” 

“You know this is your problem. You don’t care.” Steve said angrily. “ You don’t care that your daughter is missing. You don’t care that for eight years, the longest conversation you’ve had with her was when you were introducing her to this team.” Steve stood up from the table and walked back to the door before Tony could say anything. “It’s been a week Tony. She’s been missing for a week.  We need to find her.” He walked out without another word.

And again, Tony was alone. Alone with his thoughts, and alone with his regrets. Then he realizes, if he wants a chance to make up all those years, he’s going to need to find you first.  

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Y/n POV:

Getting into the factory wasn’t too hard, considering you can just walk through walls now. The real hard part finding someone to help, as there was no one in the building. In fact, the only living thing in the factory was the surprising amount of vines and greenery over taking the space. 

“hey, Y/n.. maybe we shouldn’t be here...” Danny whispered, ‘” this place is creeping me out.” 

“D, you don’t have to whisper, I’m the only one who can hear you.”

 You answer as you look around, the room you were in seemed like an office of some sort. Then you noticed something.

“Danny, those vines...they lead out of the room” 

And with that you start walking towards the door, but before you can make it you hear loud voices, two women from what you can tell. 

“....mmy you can’t keep doing this to yourself....”

“i....never let her go with him....”

You can’t hear what they’re saying, you take a step forward and accidently step on a vine. 

“wait...there's someone here.” 

Oh shit. You look at Danny in surprise as there was no way these people would have known you were here.

Then suddenly, the room of plants came to life. Vines started thrashing around, searching for the intruder. 

“WHAT THE FUCK” Danny yelled as a vine goes through is body. “Y/N lets get out of here!” In your panic, you forget you can literally turn into a ghost, so you look for a window to get out of. Before you can climb, a vine suddenly wraps around your leg and pulls you out of the room.

“Y/N!!” 

You thrash as you are pulled down the hallway, around corners, and painfully down stairs. You scratch at the floor, desperate to find something to cut the vines.  Then your eyes start glowing. Your skin melting to a pale blue. You blast through the plant as you start floating upwards. You shoot the plants around you with a blue mist like energy.

“What is that?” “Aye whatta you doing here?”  Wait. You know that voice.

Looking up, you get distracted and a vine wraps around your body, restricting your movement. You struggle for a while till you hear it. 

“Y/N?” You stop and look up. You change back to your normal appearance, shocked.

“Aunt Pam?!”

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TONY’S POV

After Steves not lecture, Tony got to work. He had FRIDAY look for anything suspicious in and near New York. By doing that, he found out that there has been an influx of missing people ranging from ages twenty to fifteen. They were going missing from three specific cities: Bludhaven, Gotham, and...New York. Seeing this had Tony's heart sink. He ran into the conference room where the rest of the team was conducting their own investigation. But before he entered, he stopped to listen to the teams conversation.

“How can she just...disappear into thin air..” Sam said in a sad voice. The rest of the team sat in silence. 

“Maybe we missed something. There has to be something there.” Natasha said with a desperation no on has heard from her. “It’s been a week Steve, she wouldn’t just leave like that.” And that when Tony decided to make his presence known.

“Maybe she didn’t” He said making everyone jump, “There has been an increase in missing person cases in the cities of Gotham, Bludhaven, and New York. All around the same age as Y/N.”

“So,you’ve decided to step up” Clint said sarcastically. “Where have you been this past week Stark?”

“ Look I know I haven’t been the best parent” Tony said.

“that’s an understatement”, grumbled Clint.

“I love my daughter. I hate the thought of her not knowing that.” Tony finished looking around the room to see the disapproval of the team.

“Fighting isn’t going to find her.” Wanda said quietly. “We need to work together.”

“Wandas right.” Steve said, “FRIDAY ,can you find any abnormal activity in any of the cities?”

“I did a widespread search specifically in the Gotham bludhaven and New York areas. A building in the indrustrial area in Gotham spontaneously collapsed. When authorities searched through the rubble, they found bodies of thirty out of the ninety reported missing people.”

“Was there anyone matching Y/N description,” asked Natasha anxiously.

“FRIDAY bring up the missing kids files”

A long minute went by, and all the files uploaded. The Avengers were all on edge as they flipped through the thirty files. They were relieved when they realized that Y/n was not part of those thirty kids.

Tag list: @big-galaxy-chaos

[starstruckbigsis]

20secs+ Kpop chorus!

In light of recent events, it is advised for us to wash our hands for 20seconds! So here’s a playlist of kpop songs with chorus’ of 20seconds or more to help you wash better and with a kick to it!

These songs are give or take a couple of seconds...Because I went through all the songs and counted 20 seconds... and also, these songs are the ones in my phone playlist. This list is currently in process and I’ve only just reached my H!

More songs will be added onto this list as I have time to go through them.

1THE9

Spotlight

Blah Blah

24K

Bonnie & Clyde

Only You

Bingo

Still 24K

Secret Love

2pm

Again and Again

Promise (I’ll Be)

Comeback When You Hear This Song

Hands Up

My House

Go Crazy

ADTOY

Heartbeat

AB6IX

Breathe

Blind For Your Love

Moondance

More

Rose, Scent, Kiss

Astro

1 in a Million

Confession

Again (Should’ve Held Onto You)

Breathless

Puss in Boots

Real Love

Stay With Me

Love Wheel

All Night

Always You

Blue Flame

Hide & Seek 2nd Chorus

ACE

Take Me Higher

Cactus

Callin’

Undercover

Savage

ATEEZ

Answer

Pirate King

Wave

Illusion

Hala Hala

Say My Name

Treasure

Aurora

B1A4

What’s Happening

Lonely

Baby I’m Sorry

BAP

One Shot

Power

Voicemail

Big Bang

Bang Bang Bang

Bad Boy

Fantastic Baby

Lollipop

Haru Haru

Last Dance

Sober

Loser

Monster

We Like To Party

Fxxk It

Let’s Not Fall In Love

Lies

Blue

G-Dragon - Crooked

G-Dragon - Untitled

Black6ix

Call My Name 

Like A Flower

Swamp of Despair

Please

Blackpink

Playing With Fire

As If It’s Your Last

Block B

Don’t Leave

Toy

Boyfriend

Boyfriend

Bounce

Stay the Way You Are

Witch

BTOB

Pray (I’ll Be Your Man)

Monday to Sunday

Stand By Me

Shake It

Only One for Me

2nd Confession 

Remember That 

Red Lie

Beautiful Pain

Someday

Never Ending Melody

L.U.V

Yejiapsa 

Beep Beep

Dear Bride

Movie

The Winter’s Tale

Sorry

My Lady

Thriller

Way Back Home

WOW

Lover Boy (I Only Know Love)

FRIEND 

The Feeling

Yes I Am

Hello

Icebreaker

Insane

It’s Okay

When It Rains

Changsub - Shelter

HUTA - With Melody

Hyunsik - Dear Love

Hyunsik - Swimming

Hyunsik - Moonlight

Ilhoon - Fancy Shoes

Ilhoon - She’s Gone

Minhyuk - Purple Rain

Sungjae - Paradise

BTS

Pied Piper

Spring Day

Dope

So What

No More Dream

Not Today

Airplane Part 2

Magic Shop

Anpanman

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Boy in Luv

I Need You

Forever Young

Idol

War of Hormone

Just One Day

Jin - Epiphany

J Hope - P.O.P

J Hope - Daydream

CNBlue

Between Us

Can’t Stop

Cinderella

I’m A Loner

Hey You

Intuition

DAY6

I Loved You

Shoot Me

I Wait

Congratulations

Sweet Chaos

I Smile

Time of our Lives

Hi Hello

EXO

Growl

The Eve

Peter Pan

What Is Love

Lotto

Lucky

MAMA

Overdose

Monster

Universe

Lucky One

Love Me right

Wolf

For Life

EXO CBX - Hey Mama

EXO CBX - Ka-Ching

Luhan - On Call

Luhan - Skin to Skin

Luhan - That Good Good

Z Tao - Imperial Crown

Golden Child

DamDaDi

Let Me

GOT7

My Swagger

Call My Name 2nd Chorus

If You Do

Just Right

Sign

Skyway

Hard Carry

Lullaby

You Are

Just Right

JJ Project - Today, Tomorrow

BEAST / Highlight

Plz Don’t Be Sad

Fiction

Shock

Good Luck

Shadow

Can Be Better

Callin You

iKON

Love Scenario

I’m OK

Apology

Idol Producer

Ei Ei

What I Miss

Firewalking

Mack Daddy

Idol Producer/JolinTsai - The Great Artist

UNINE - Like A Gentleman

Qing Chun You Ni - Youth Has You

Nine Percent - Rule Breaker 

 Nine Percent - I Need A Doctor

Infinite

Be Mine

The Eye

Tell Me

Last Romeo

Kim Sunggyu - 60 seconds

JBJ

Fantasy

JBJ95 - Home

KNK

Day by Day

Lonely Night

Monsta X

Beautiful

Dramarama

Fighter

Find You

Shoot Out

Hero

Someone’s Someone

If Only

Who Do You Love

Middle of the Night

I’ll Be There

In Time

NCT

Dream - Chewing Gum

127 - Limitless

U - Without You

Nu’est

If You

Bet Bet

Deja Vu

Face

Good Bye Bye

Hello

Help Me

Pentagon

Can You Feel It

Shine

Critical Beauty

Violet

Dr Bebe 

Runaway

Humph!

Naughty Boy

Sha La La

Like This

Triple H - 365 Fresh

PRODUCE

Dream for You 

Pick Me

Nayana (Pick Me)

Nekkoya (Pick Me)

X1-MA

Boyness 

Open Up

Super Special Girl

Always

Show Time

Super Hot

Monday to Sunday

Oh Little Girl

Pretty Girl

Hands On Me 

To My World

U Got It

Chungha - Gotta Go

Chungha - Snapping

IOI - Downpour

IOI - Whatta Man

SF9

Roar 

Mamma Mia

Easy Love

Good Guy

O Sole Mio

Seventeen

Fear 2nd Chorus

Clap

Love Letter

Don’t Wanna Cry

Holiday

Oh My

Mansae

Home

Seven O’Clock

Echo

Nothing Better

SHINee

Get The Treasure

Super Junior

Sorry Sorry

Animals

One More Chance

The Crown

Super Junior DE - Growing Pains

Super Junior DE - If You

Teen Top

Seoul Night

The Rose

Like We Used To

She’s In The Rain

Sorry

TVXQ

Mirotic

Up10tion

Blue Rose

Victon

Victon - Remember Me

VIXX

Shangri-La

Take Your Hand

Chained Up

Error

The Closer

VIXX LR - Beautiful Liar

VIXX LR - Whisper

Leo - Dream 

Wanna One

Spring Breeze

IPU

Energetic

Light

Beatiful

ZE:A

Breathe 

Step by Step

The Ghost of Wind

U’re My Sweety

Others (will eventually have their own section)

MyName - Baby, I’m Sorry

24K - Only You

N. Flying - How Are You Today

Girl’s Generation - Gee

MUSTB - I Want You

Henry - It’s You

Sewoon - Just U

Lee Seunggi - Will You Marry Me

Rainz - Let It Go, Let It Be 

TST - Mind Control

SS501 - Love Ya

Varsity - U R My Only One

Spectrum - What Do I Do

FT Island - Wind

Blanc7 - Yeah

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pop culture - chapter 2

“Adulthood in a town like Derry is even worse than childhood. The listless, empty ramblings of days dragging on in a town that felt like one-size-too-small-shoes sat heavier on the recently graduated than the younger children. Before you were eighteen and responsible for your own lunch money, you could spend your interminable afternoons exploring the surrounding environment, friends of friends abound. Escaping to the arcade and seeing the same films six times at the same theater was an acceptable amount of nothing to do at twelve years old. But when nineteen years hit Bill Denbrough and college acceptance letters didn’t, the sudden, overwhelming, nothingness of nowhere Maine became too heavy to bear.”

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Filtered, fading, late summer sunlight drifted lazily through Bill’s bedroom window, landing lightly on Mike’s lap. He looked down at it; it stared back at him. He could feel the gentle heat seeping through his jeans, warming his thigh. He could feel his guilt creeping in, too.

All night Bill had been up worrying himself into a frenzy. The wear was clear on his face; and Stan’s, for that matter. And here was Mike, having slept perfectly soundly.

Could he be blamed for not worrying too much? Sure, Bill’s story had been frighteningly abnormal. But was he wrong in assuming it was only a result of Bill’s continued self-isolation? He had hardly been out at all since graduation. He rarely called, rarely joined in on group outings, rarely connected. Hell, Mike couldn’t remember the last time he and Bill had gone on a bike ride, just the two of them. It was no secret he was stressed over the weight of their impending adulthood. They all were. But Bill especially had been crumbling under the pressure. Mike had just thought… well, he didn’t know what he thought.

But it certainly hadn’t helped.

“... And you’re sure this wasn’t some kind of hallucination. You didn’t smell anything funny, or eat something you usually don’t-?” Bev was asking politely as Mike tuned back into the conversation.

“I’m s-sure.”

“Dude, someone could have slipped you drugs. It happens.” Richie chimed in from the floor, a little too hopefully.

“What the fuck Richie, nobody does that.” Eddie gave him a reproachful look.

“No it totally does, it happened to my cousin once. Someone put acid in his sandwich. He’s colorblind now because of it.”

“Rich, I don’t- wait, he’s fucking colorblind now?” Eddie turned to face Richie fully.

“Bad trips man, they fuck you up.” Richie shrugged. Bill was white.

“... Thanks for that, Richie, but I don’t think your story is helping.” Stan glared at Richie, both hands now on Bill’s shoulders to steady him.

“Continue, Bill.” Ben said quietly, the only one who hadn’t yet interrupted the countenance of Bill’s experience.

“A-a-anyways… After the s-sting and after I f-fell, it st-stayed like that for a minute or so… and th-then there w-w-w-” He gave up on the word with a sigh.

“You’re okay, keep going.” Stan reminded him calmly when it seemed like Bill would not try starting his sentence again.

“Th-there was another st-sting. And then it went away.”

Eddie gulped, then leaned in to Richie to whisper in his ear.

“I think that’s very much your level of weird.”

Richie was visibly shaken.

Mike wondered what the fuck that was about.

“Bev.” Ben said suddenly, coming out of his contemplation and preventing Mike from interrogating Eddie and Richie. “Do you think this has anything to do with what you told me?” He looked at her searchingly.

She thought for a moment, weighing her words.

“Possibly.”

Stan shot her an inquiring gaze. “What is he on about?”

“I had a vision today.” Bev said plainly.

“A vision.” Mike said from his chair behind her, his tone skeptic.

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “It’s never happened quite like this before, but… when I was a kid my family thought I was a prophet. I used to have these dreams, and-”

“A prophet?!” Richie leaned over Eddie, placing a hand on the other boys knee to steady himself, and looked at Bev incredulously. “What in the fuck does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think it means, Richie. I had prophetic dreams. It stopped happening after I was in like, middle school, but they used to be fairly frequent.”

“Did you have another one?” Stan asked before Richie could open his mouth again.

“Not while I was asleep.”

Silence fell, and Mike could feel his brow knitting together in skepticism. He tried to stop the thoughts kicking at his mind; everything in him was screaming to discredit all this nonsense. The things they were talking about were… impossible! As much as he loved his friends, he had to say it, they were-

No. Be more open.

“So you had a vision. And you know it was real.” Mike said, trying to keep his tone neutral and not accusatory. Bev nodded at him over her shoulder. “Okay, then, what was it of?”

“It was… well it was Bill’s hands, cupped, holding a bird.”

Mike blinked.

“What kind of bird?” Stan asked.

Richie snorted.

“Pfft, first thing he asks about a psychic fucking vision is the bird breed, whatta nerd-”

“Beep beep, Richie.” Came Eddie’s grumbled retort.

“I don’t know, like a finch or something. A small, brown one.”

Bill looked like he was gonna hurl.

“Hey, do you need some air?” Eddie placed a hand on Bill’s knee, immediately sensing his change in demeanor. Bill shook his head, but didn’t open his mouth.

“Bev and I tried to come up with some idea of what it meant, but, we couldn’t think of anything.” Ben continued when they all felt Bill wasn’t about to keel over.

“But you think it could have to do with Bill’s finger.” Mike sat back, crossing his arms.

“There’s a chance.” Ben supplied.

Richie had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the conversation, his few comments surprisingly far between. Mike had pretended not to notice, but now he could practically see the sweat on his brow. Richie was shifting uncomfortably, and Eddie was watching him like a hawk, concern written on his face. But there was something else there too…

“Around what time of day did this happen, Bev?” Eddie asked suddenly, surprising them all.

“Just after I got off work. About noon, twelve thirty?”

Eddie gave Richie a look. “And you, Bill?”

“A-around the same time…” Bill said quietly, locking eyes with Beverly.

“Rich.” Eddie said quietly, solemnly placing his hand over Richie’s on the floor. Richie swallowed, shakily raising a hand to fix his glasses.

“Okay, Richie. What the fuck is going on with you.” Both Richie and Eddie’s faces shot around, looking at Mike with wide eyes. “You’re wigged. Something to share?”

Stan, Ben and Bev all looked to the boys confused. Bill still looked visibly shaken by Beverly’s story. Eddie looked incredibly guilty, clearly fighting the urge to blurt something out. Richie gave Mike a strange look, almost like he was fighting back the fear bubbling to the surface of his emotions. The two boys looked at each other, Eddie raising a goading eyebrow. Richie shook his head acutely, shrugging and sitting back.

“Nothing to share Mike, my boy, I’m all aces.”

“No, you’re not Richie. Spill.” Stan glared at him. Richie stared back, challenging him.

Richie lost.

“Okay, okay.” He sighed, shifting his weight and settling with his legs crossed, leaning on Eddie. “Something happened to me yesterday too.”

“Same time of day?” Ben said, turning to face Richie better, leaning against the bedpost at the foot of Bill’s bed.

“Yeah.” Richie nodded.

“Do you want me to tell them?” Eddie asked, meeting Richie’s gaze.

“Go for it, spaghetti-o.” He said in a sullen tone.

Oh, this oughtta be good.

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By the time Richie had finished his story, Stan’s head was spinning. The new revelations of the afternoon had made him feel a little better about the absurdity of Bill’s situation, but it had only made him more worried about the group as a whole. Quite a few of them were experiencing strange phenomena, and all of them were freaked. Stan, for once in his life, was totally unsure of what to do. Usually he was the level-headed one, the best at taking initiative. But with this… he had no idea what to do.

“Wait, let’s- let’s think about this.” Mike started, standing up. “We have to go over our options. Would you say we should start with figuring out the cause, yeah?” There was a chorus of agreement.

Thank god for Mike.

“So Bill says he didn’t eat anything weird. But what about Richie and Bev?”

“I only had diner food. My usual.”

“I hadn’t eaten anything at that point.”

“You- did you have any food before you got to my house?” Eddie snapped.

“Uh, no?”

“Richie you went all day without eating?! You got to my house at like, midnight!”

“Relax Eds, I do this all time-”

“You do this all the time-!?”

“What about smells.” Mike interjected, giving Eddie an annoyed look. “Literally, anything out of the ordinary you can think of.”

“Other than my fucking ghost of breakfasts past experience you mean?” Richie quipped. “Maybe I had some bunk pancakes, maybe that's why my fucking stomach disappeared!”

Stan was a little shocked at the harshness of the comment. “We’re just trying to figure out what the fuck happened, you don’t have to be a dick about it.”

Richie looked at his lap ashamed. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

The group sat in silence, contemplating, a million thoughts racing through the stagnant air in Bill’s bedroom.

One of them, coagulating, dread filling the room as the light bulb clicked for each of them.

“You don’t think…” Bev said, looking up at Stan and Bill.

“Of course I think.” Stan said after a moment. “How could we be so stupid, of course its-”

“Wait wait wait, you guys aren’t serious, are you?” Mike sighed. “There’s no way-”

“Do you really think there’s any other explanation, Mike?” Ben rejoined.

Eddie and Richie shared a look that ended in the both of them groaning, Eddie resting his head in his hands.

“What? What’s wrong with you two?”

“I can’t believe we didn’t think of that.” Eddie muttered. “For hours we kept going over it, and it never crossed our minds.”

“Shoulda been the first thing that came up.” Richie flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you realize what you’re even insinuating here, guys?” Mike started pacing. “The idea that, well, that- had anything to do with this crazy shit? It’s un-fucking-believable.”

“And what else was it, huh? We all saw it, we all knew something was up, it has to be the reason!” Stan said, standing up. Bill glanced up at his back, almost whining at the loss of his friend (that he had been leaning heavily on) next to him.

“There’s got to be some kind of connection.” Ben stood as well, walking to the window. “I mean, I don’t know about you guys, but the memory is.. Kinda fuzzy for me. I can’t really think of the specifics of what happened but… that’s gotta be it.”

Bill looked down at his sheets. “I don’t really r-r-remember either.”

“So even if this thing did something to us, how the fuck does that work?” Eddie asked, stress clear on his face. Richie noticed and raised his hand to rub circles on the smaller boys back.

“Beats me.” Mike groaned. “But I seriously doubt it.”

“I think we should go back.” Bev said, determined.

“Are you insane?” Eddie looked over at her. “We should never go back!”

“Hey, why not, Eds.” Richie said, sitting up and putting an arm around Eddie. “It could help us find answers.”

“Well you can go without me.” Eddie pouted.

“Hell n-no.” Bill said firmly, his voice finally regaining a normal volume. “We have to go back together. A-all of us.”

“There’s no way I’m doing that!” Eddie shot up, pushing Richie away. “That thing gave me the fucking creeps and I don’t want to be near it again! If it’s- if it’s what did this then we should stay away from it! We’re lucky we didn’t die!”

“Eddie-”

“Don’t Eddie me, Bev! I’m serious, I’m not going!”

Silence fell.

Richie got up.

He and Eddie shared a look.

Eddie lost.

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Mike’s old Toyota trundled down the old gravel logging road, the radio playing softly over the slight breeze and the crunch of the tires. Bill had brought his dad’s favorite Blues Brothers cassette, and the opening notes of “B” Movie Boxcar Blues filled the cab of the truck. Bill sat center, between their trusty chauffeur and Stan, who maintained that riding in the back of a truck would be his cause of death someday. In the back, Richie and Eddie took the left side, while Ben and Bev huddled together under their picnic blanket. The picnic in question, a large woven basket taken from Mrs. Denbrough’s inexplicably large collection, filled with snacks and homemade sandwiches, sat in the bed of the truck between them. Bev and Richie were passing a cigarette back and forth across the space, and Eddie scowled everytime Richie got up to grab it from her, peeved at the loss of the heat. He was stupidly wearing only a thin grey cotton hoodie, and he was mourning his thicker coat still hanging up at home. When the cigarette was done, Richie settled in for the length of the ride against Eddie, resting a head on his shoulder and looping his arm through Eddie’s. He tried to ignore the heat in his cheeks. They were just chapped from the wind.

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“C’mon jackasses, I told you it’s just right around here!”

“Tozier, slow the fuck down, you’re gonna get yourself killed!”

“Relax, Staniel, I’m a professional.”

“Professional asshole.” Eddie mumbled, struggling to find a good grip.

“Professional rock climber first, professional asshole second.” He winked over his shoulder at Eddie, disappearing as he crested the bluff.

“What’s so important that we have to climb all the way up there?” Ben called from the back of the group, groaning at the ascent ahead of him.

“I don’t kn-know, we’ve lost him.” Bill called back, backpack hanging loosely off his shoulders and threatening to fall in Stan’s face.

“Just- keep going you guys.” Mike said through gritted teeth, hauling himself up where Richie had just vanished.

“I don’t even wanna see this dumb thing anyways.” Ben sighed, climbing up after Beverly, who was shyly giggling at Ben’s protests.

Richie’s curls popped out over the edge, followed by his stupid shit-eating grin, right in Eddie’s line of sight as he reached the top. Eddie shrieked and lost his grip, hands flailing as he started going backwards. Richie reached down and grabbed his wrists.

“Jesus Christ Eds, you should be more careful down there.”

“Oh fuck you, Tozier, you scared me!” Bill and Stan shared a bought of laughter below them. “It’s not funny, Denbrough!” Eddie glared down at them. They kept laughing anyway.

Richie proceeded to pull Eddie up over the edge. He had brought them to a grassy bluff, which stretched on to the edges of a forest, a good mile or so past them. The open field was beautiful. Eddie stared in wonder up at the open expanse of the night sky. It was a clear Saturday night; by now it had passed midnight and would count as early Sunday. He walked forward, pulling the sleeves of his sweater back down and shivering lightly. He was mesmerized, as the rest of the losers one by one climbed over the edge to join him, Mike, and Richie.

“Wow.” Beverly sighed, looking up at the sky. “This is a much better view than the quarry.

“Please tell me you didn’t drag us all the way up here for the view.” Stan glared at Richie, who was looking frantically around the clearing.

“No, Stan, I told you, I saw it land over here.” Richie responded distractedly. “It’s gotta be up here somewhere.”

“So to answer your question Stan, no, we came up here to chase Richie’s falling star.” Bev mocked, rolling her eyes as they all started to follow Richie, who had started trudging across the clearing.

“The one only he saw?” Mike laughed with her.

“Hey, I saw it too.” Eddie said defensively.

Bill and Stan shared a look. Bill shrugged. “I’ll a-a-admit it. I saw it t-too.”

“I think we would have felt it if something crash-landed this close to us, Rich.” Ben mumbled. “Besides-”

Everyone fell silent as they reached a downward curve in the clearing. As the plain tilted down towards the treeline, they came to a halt at the top of the hill.

Down where the grass plateaued into flatland and met the trees, was a deep, gaping hole in the earth, a blueish green light pulsating from its center.

“Holy shit.” About half of them muttered simultaneously.

“HA!” Richie turned to face the group from his end on the left. “I fucking told you!”

And then he promptly ran all the way down the fucking hill towards it.

“Richie, what the fuck?!” Eddie screeched after him, torn between fear and frustration, afraid to move. Bill and Mike quickly looked at each other before running down after Richie. Ben and Bev joined hands and followed down at a cautious walk, leaving Eddie and Stan at the top of the hill.

“God they’re so fucking- this is- this is stupid! We shouldn’t be going near that thing!”

“You’re preaching to the choir here, Eddie. No fucking way I’m going down there.”

“Guys! GUYS GET THE FUCK BACK UP HERE!”

“QUIT YOUR SCREECHING EDS! THIS THING’S FUCKIN LEGIT, GET DOWN HERE!”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Eddie shook his head violently, his breathing growing quicker. “I’M STAYING RIGHT HERE!”

“SUIT YOURSELF, PUSSY!”

“Beep beep, Richie.” Mike shot him a look as they all formed a circle around the hole.

“Sorry, sorry, I just wish they’d come down here and look at this shit!”

“They’ll come when they’re ready.” Bev gave him a placating look.

“Bill, you got my camera in there?” Ben said, pointing towards the backpack.

“Yeah, h-here.” Bill shrugged off the bag and unzipped it, holding it out so Ben could pull out his portable film camera. He waved Bill and Bev to scoot back, then leaned forward over the pit and started snapping photos.

“This has gotta be the thing I saw. It’s a fuckin meteor or some shit.” Richie said excitedly.

“I’m sure Stan would know better, if he would come look at it.” Mike interjected. “Dude’s a science whiz.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s the presiding authority, Mike and Ike! I happen to know quite a lot about science myself.” Richie put his hands on his hips. “First rule of science; hypothesis. What’s ours, ladies and gents?”

“It’s a rock from space?” Beverly supplied.

“Yes, but you have to phrase it smart-like.” Richie snap-pointed in exuberance.

“This rock’s origin is unknown, but is definitely from somewhere beyond Earth.”

“That’s the ticket, Mike! Now, how do we prove it?”

“Guessing?” Bill snorted.

“No, dear Billiam! One word: experimentation.”

A devilish smile crept onto Richie’s face. Bill went white.

“No. R-Rich, no-”

“Tally-ho!”

And with that, Richie Tozier dove down the hole, feet first.

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Stan doesn’t think he’s ever heard Eddie Kaspbrak screech so loudly.

Or seen him run so fast.

“Richie! Richie, get out of there!” The other losers were crowded around the hole, calling down to Richie, who had disappeared completely into the darkness of the pit. Stan ran begrudgingly down to the group after Eddie, who vaulted past the others and practically catapulted himself into the hole after Richie.

“Eddie, no!” Ben called, gaping at him as he watched the smaller boy descend.

“Christ guys, get out of there!” Mike yelled, leaning his face down into the hole. “Jesus, I can’t see shit-”

“Do you have a flashlight in there?” Bev said, gesturing at Bill’s bag.

“It m-might not have battery life, b-but yeah.” Bill pulled an old flashlight of his dad’s out of his bag. It took a few smacks to get it to turn on, but once the beam shined true he handed it over to Mike, who resumed his inspection of the hole.

“I can’t see them at all.” Mike grumbled. “It goes on for awhile.”

“I’m going in.” Ben said, handing his camera to Bev.

“No, no way. We just need to get them to climb back out.” Bev said, gripping his hands.

“Richie! Ed! Come on, get out of there!” Mike called down the hole. No response.

“Guys, seriously, what if they’re stuck down there-” Ben protested.

“RICHARD TOZIER! EDWARD KASPBRAK! GET YOUR ASSES BACK UP HERE!” Mike bellowed, before scrambling back from the hole in surprise.

“Jesus, Michael, no need to get formal on us.” Richie smiled up at him as he climbed up out of the pit. “We found something.”

“For fuck’s sake Tozier, you scared the shit out of us.” Ben breathed, relief coursing through him. “Where’s Eddie?”

“I’m here!” Came Eddie’s muffled voice, and his left hand reaching up out of the hole next to Richie. Richie moved out of the way and reached down to pull Eddie out, which resulted in the two of them tumbling over and landing side by side on the ground, Eddie on his stomach.

“We found something.” He declared into the grass.

“So we’ve been told.” Bev raised an eyebrow.

“Look at this.” Richie said in a hushed tone, pulling something from his pocket as Mike helped Eddie to his feet. Richie stood, object in hand, as they all crowded round to see.

In the palm of Richie’s hand sat a rock of some kind, no bigger than a baseball, that was glowing.

The center was a pulsating blue, the greenish hues more visible the closer to the edges the light got. It was rough and crystalline in form, with bits of black and rough particles mixed in around it. The light was low and flickering, much darker than what had been visible from the top of the hill. Beverly gasped in awe, immediately reaching out to take it in her own hands.

“Wow.” She breathed, in awe of the sight. Ben immediately leveled his camera to take a picture. (Multiple. Certainly because of the cool space rock. Totally not because of Beverly’s beautiful expression.)

“What the fuck is that…” Stan pondered quietly, as he and Bill went to take the stone from Bev. They each used a hand to hold both ends, examining the underneath as they raised it above their heads. They passed it to Mike, looking at each other in confusion.

“Is it… getting brighter?” Mike pondered as he held the stone in one hand.

“Sort of looks like it is.” Ben said, repositioning Mike’s hand so he could get a better picture of the stone before taking it in his hand himself. “It feels kind of warm.” He took another shot of it in his palm.

“It wasn’t warm when we picked it up-” Eddie grabbed the stone from Ben, holding it level with his face so he could inspect it closely. He suddenly hissed in pain and dropped it. “Ow, fuck!”

The dew-covered grass where the stone landed began to sizzle. “Whoa, Eddie, you okay?” Richie grabbed at Eddie’s hand, inspecting it for a burn mark.

“That thing fucking burned me!”

The light from the stone grew brighter.

“Uh, guys?��

“You don’t have a mark-”

The hue grew more green, a deep, true green.

“Guys!”

“I think I know when I’ve been burned, Richie-”

“Guys, move!”

And then, there was light.

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Bill shook his head as he sat up, grass and dirt clinging to his cheek. To his left was a disgruntled Stan, face down in the grass as he tried to push himself up with his arms.

Across the field, about twenty yards away from him was Beverly. She wasn’t stirring. Beyond her, a few more yards to her left, was Ben, who was hoisting himself into a kneeling position.

Bill turned the other way to see Mike, closer by. He was groaning, and pretty soon Bev’s disdain joined his. Beyond Mike, nearly fifty yards away, Richie was shaking a limp form.

Oh god.

Bill was on his feet as quickly as possible, but hadn’t accounted for the effect the shock would have on his body. He went down almost immediately, bile rising in his stomach as he landed on all fours.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Richie’s frantic shouts started to float across the expanse, each of the others realizing what was going on and attempting to stumble their way over to the two boys.

Bill went directly past the pit as he made his way to the others. He passed the charred spot in the grass where the stone had landed.

It was gone.

“Eddie!” Richie was growing more and more frantic, the panic clear on his face when Mike reached them first.

“Rich, Rich, let go, give him some air.” Mike said calmly as he tried to lay Eddie out flat.

“Why won’t he wake up?!”

“Hey, hey, he’s been knocked pretty hard, okay? It’s gonna take him a minute, shaking him won’t help.” Richie took a shuddering breath, but hesitantly nodded.

Bill and Stan came running over, before kneeling down on either side of Richie. Bev and Ben stood behind them when they arrived, looking down at Eddie’s quiet form with worry.

“Eddie, hey, time to wake up now.” Mike said in a gentle tone, lightly tapping Eddie’s face. A small trail of blood started running out of Eddie’s nose.

Richie lost his shit.

“Eds- Eds, oh my god, look at his nose!” He cried, reaching out to wipe the blood away and shake his face.

“Richie! Be careful with him, he could have a concussion!” Mike yelled, trying to pull Richie’s hands away. The scuffle jostled Eddie more, but the boy still didn’t stir. When Mike was finally able to pull Richie away, and Stan and Bill got ahold of his hands to keep him from reaching out again, they heard a small intake of breath.

“What th-... what the fuck?”

“Eddie!”

Richie lost his handlers and immediately scooped the smaller boy into his arms. “Jesus fucking Christ Eds, you scared the shit out of me.”

“What the fuck happened?” He muttered, rubbing a sore spot on his head.

“That thing fucking exploded.” Stan said plainly. “Right over-” He trailed off as they all turned to look at where the stone had dropped, and they saw nothing but an empty field.

authors notes: here’s a good old flashback sequence for yall!!! i hope maybe soon any questions you have will start to get answered <3 again, a huge thanks to my lovely beta and bff @richiefreakingtozier, the goddess that is sara (follow her u dingnuts!!!) please give a like or a reblog if u enjoyed!!!!

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Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV , but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language.

I apologize for the amount of time between chapters, and for my less than stellar writing.

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  Fuck ups, fuckity fucking FUCK UPS! I was sick and fucking tired of not only the shitters at the newest community we had acquired, but I was also done, absolutely fucking through, with my own bunch of dickheads. Screw up after fucking screw up had caused a trip that was supposed to be only a 1-2 day one, to become a fucking week long. I stepped out of the truck, making sure to grab my lady Lucille, stretching my legs after the long ride back.

 I was heading inside when I heard a scuffle behind me. Turning, I saw a couple of men fucking rolling around on the ground like fucking kids, punching, kicking. Jesus fucking Christ.

 Spinning around quickly, I stomped over towards the scuffle.

 “What the fuckity fuck is going the fuck on?!!!” I held Lucille at arm’s length, threateningly.

  Simon looked at me, “They’re fighting over…”

  Interrupting him, I swung Lucille back up on my shoulder. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck.”

 “Boss, whatta you want to do with that guy? And the weapons, you said you wanted to have a look at ‘em before they sent to the armo…”

 “Good fucking God, Simon! Take care of that shit! No more talking to me, got it? I’m a fucking ghost, you don’t see me. So fuck off.” I waved my gloved hand at him, dismissively, walking as quickly as possible towards the freight elevator.

 “It’s stuck!”

 “No, just shimmy that side a bit, it’ll fit!”

 What the fuckity fuck!!!

 As I reached the elevator, I realized there was some piece of shit cabinet was stuck half in, half out of the elevator, Fat Joseph and Larry, my favorite fuck-ups, trying to move it in or out, fuck knows which.

 “Jesus, what is going on?!”

 They both turned to look at me, a look of shock on their faces.

 Fat Joseph stuttered, “Uh, Negan, sir. We were trying to get this up to the wives quarters, uh, I mean, your ex wives,  like uh, before you got back back.”

 “Well, that definitely worked out shitheads.”

 “We almost got it, just another…”

  I held my hand up. “Fuck it, I don’t care.” I turned heading for the stairs. All I wanted was to get to my room and take a long fucking bath. If I was honest with myself, what I really fucking wanted, craved, was to screw y/n’s brains out. I wanted to take her, hard, pounding into that glorious pussy, from behind, taking a hold of her hair, my fingers working their way through, reaching the ends and pulling, making her groan, spurring me on. Fuck!

 But I couldn’t, wouldn’t, get my true desire. Doll, was not like any other woman I’d been with. She was so like my Lucille, pure, loving, a sexual innocent. Yeah, we had some fuckity fucking fun, but I always went easy with her. She scared easy, and fuck if I didn’t want to lose her trust, it took so long to gain it. When she first became my 6th wife, she was like a fucking little mouse, hardly heard a peep out of her. Took awhile to get her to open up. And the rest they say is fucking history.

 I knew she would be asleep, so as I reached the top of the fucking stairs, I stopped to take my boots off, hoping I would make less noise. I’m sure she spent the day working hard somewhere in the Sanctuary. And worrying about me, something I couldn’t fucking get her to stop doing.

 I reached the door to our room, I heard what sounded like music playing, faint but I could make out the familiar notes. I placed my boots down to grab my key, unlocking the door slowly, and as quietly as possible, I stepped inside to see a fucking wonderful sight.

 Doll was dancing around to whatever song was playing, singing the words, not even realizing that I was here. I loved seeing her so carefree, such a fucking oddity in this world. But what really stood out was what she was wearing. The slinkiest, fucking sexiest lingerie. Fuck if I knew where it came from, I’d never seen that on her. Since it became just the two of us, she preferred to sleep in my tees, she said it always made her feel safe and closer to me. I didn’t fucking care because most times she was fucking naked when I was there. Fucking easy access.

 I slid over to sit on the edge of the bed, taking her all in. She still hadn’t noticed me yet, she was never this fucking carefree, a fucking breathtaking smile on her face. So happy. I was in a daze, just watching her, feeling myself growing harder by the second.

 “Oh my god, NEGAN!!! You scared the living shit out of me!” She startled me out of my thoughts, making her way quickly over to me, standing in front of me, her tiny hands on her hips. “What do you have to day for yourself, mister?!”

 Fuck, her she stands in front of me, trying to look all fucking tough and angry, and all I can do is stare at those spectacular tits and becoming harder than steel.

 She moves closer, almost straddling me. “I missed you, I was so worried. When Simon messaged that you were almost back, I’m not ashamed to admit I screamed.” She placed her hands on my cheeks, her fingers stroking my beard. “You look so exhausted, babe. Want a bath, or do you just want to sleep?” Leaning over, she kissed my head softly, keeping her lips there.

 “I missed you too, baby girl. So fucking much.” I took in the feel of her fingers on my face, her lips in my hair, feeling like fucking heaven. “ So, what’s the occasion?” One hand darted out, touching her side, taking the material between my fingers.

 “I found it at the commissary. No one had snatched it up yet.” She twirled around, giving me the fucking perfect view of her ass, fuck. “Do you like it?” She didn’t ask me that as a tease, she honestly wanted to know.

 I couldn’t hold it in any longer, pulling her onto my lap, making her make the fucking cutest squeak. “Negan!” She was giggling, playfully slapping my arm.

 “It’s beautiful, doll, but you know what I’m thinking.” I nosed her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her salty sweet skin.

 “I know, you prefer easy access, but I wanted to look pretty for you.” She placed her head in the crook of my neck, playing with my scarf.

 “So, bed or bath?” She was looking up at me, under her impossibly long lashes, those sweet y/e/c eyes so big.

 “How about neither?” I raised my hips up, prodding doll’s ass with my stiffy.

 “Ohhh!” Her little snicker made me grin. “Well, I was kind of hoping you might say that.” She gestured to her choice of clothing.

  “I need to go use the john, doll, but I won’t be long.” As I stood, I took her with me, making her squeal. I squeezed her to me, tenderly taking her chin in my hand, tilting upward to face me. Bowing down, I begin kissing her, my tongue begging for entrance, which she willingly allows. My tongue stroking hers, tasting her. Her tiny almost imperceptible moans make me even more fucking stiff.

 We were both suddenly startled by a knock at the door.

 Reluctantly pulling back, I couldn’t help my tirade. “Jesus, fuckity fucking fuckers, what the fuck now!!!!!”

 She took my hand, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “I’ll answer it Negan, I’ll tell them you’re indisposed.”

 “Too late, kiddo! I heard him!” Simon.

 “Yeah, fucking damn right you heard me!” I yelled, stomping my way over to the door, unlocking and swinging it open violently.

 “Is there a fucking fire, a walker takeover, or no more fucking whiskey? No? No, I thought not. So get the fuck out of here and don’t come back until I say you can, got it?!”

 “Negan, the men are talking about what happened on the run, and fuck if I didn’t know any better, it’s like a fucking mutiny bein’ planned.” Simon rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

 “Fucking ingrates, I’m sick of this. Try to calm them down the best you can. I’ll be down in a bit. Jesus, fucking Christ.”

 After Simon left, I went over to sit by doll, she put her hand on my back, rubbing deeply, her head resting on my shoulder.

 “I’m sorry, Negan,you don’t deserve this, I can feel the tension in your muscles. Massage?” She took one of my hands, bringing it to her lips.

 “I’m so fucking wired, this whole week has been the fucking week from hell. I’m tired, but I am so pissed off I can’t fucking relax. I need to get this energy out.”

 Dropping my hand, y/n stood, moving around in front of me. Tipping her head to the side she spoke quietly, “maybe get rid of that pent-up energy on me.”

 I ran my hand down my face. Did doll just offer what I’ve been fucking dreaming off?! Fuck, I can’t, I shouldn’t. She’s my sweet girl, my fragile china doll. It took so long to earn her trust, what if this changes everything? What if I fucking hurt her. Reaching out for her hands, I closed my eyes.

 “I’m not a gentle man, sweetheart.” I looked up at her.

 “You’ve been nothing but gentle with me, Negan.” She kissed both of my hands, moving to straddle my legs, lowering herself slowly.

 “But, darling, this is different.”

 “Take me Negan, take me hard, fast, anyway you want me.” She dipped her lips closer to my ear.  “I trust you, always.”

 I brought my hands up to her shoulders, peeling the straps down her shoulders. Leaning back, her breasts thrusting forward, giving me perfect access. “Gorgeous sweetheart.”

 “Negan,” she sounded so breathy, “i won’t break, I promise.”

 She stood up, stepping back and stripped herself quickly of her clothing. “Now go, use the bathroom, I’ll be waiting for you.” She winked at me, backing further away. “No touching!”

 She would be the fucking death of me that girl. After I was finished in the bathroom, completely stripping, I came out to see y/n on the bed, on her stomach, ass in the air. Fucking knocked the breath out of me.

 Slipping around to the end of the bed, I got a full fucking view of her perfect pink pussy, as if she was put on display for me.

“Fuck, baby girl, I almost blew a load at this magnificent sight.”

 “Fuck me Negan, take me like you fucking own me. No holding back.” She had lifted her head to glance over her shoulder at me, I sexy smirk on her lips. “I’m so fucking horny right now, so either enter me or I’ll take care of myself.”

 “Fuck, I think I’m liking this new side to you, doll!” 

 It’s as if she could read my mind. She always knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, before I even fucking knew. Sometimes I feel like I’m taking advantage of her, she’s always so accommodating, so fucking willing to do things, be things, just for me. She never takes, always gives.

 Maybe this was wrong, but fuck I didnt want to be right tonight. I fucking needed this. As I crawled up on the foot of the bed, taking in her magnificence, I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping me.

 Her head, tipped to the side, glancing back at me, she whispered, “it’s okay, Negan, I always trust you. Let go.”

Y/N’s POV

 I knew he was hesitant, he always treated me like I was made of porcelain, would crack, break, with a bit of pressure. I have never been what people would call “adventurous” in my love life, kind of borderline vanilla. But just like every other part of my life, my being, I’d changed since the end, adapted to the new world order.

 I loved Negan with every fiber in my body. If my family and friends could see me now, they would never believe their eyes. But my love for him was more than just what he did for me, to me or could do for me. It was what I could do for him. He was broken and lost in so many ways, like a small boy all alone in a fierce world.

 So when Simon sent a message that it was a less than successful run, I knew what I had to do. What I wanted to do. And my want magnified when he dragged himself into our shared room. It broke my heart to see him, so distraught.

 I could feel him now, climbing up on the bed behind me. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I encouraged him to take me, to fuck me so hard, so fast, that I wouldn’t be able to stand. He was so hesitant, unlike the Negan everyone else knew and respected  sometimes feared.

 I felt his hands sliding up my legs, reaching my ass, where he rubbed each full globe, then lightly slapping, causing me to jerk forward, more from the momentum than the slap.

 “I’m sorry doll, no fucking foreplay tonight.”

 I nodded, letting him know my agreement. His hands lifted off me, I knew he was stroking his cock, and I soon felt the delightful sensation of his cock head dragging through my damp folds. Tiny moans escaping me.

 With one swift motion, Negan was sheathed inside my more than ready cunt, causing me to shift upwards on the bed. His hands took ahold of my hips, grasping tightly, I knew I would have multiple bruises from tonight, but honestly not giving a shit.

 His hands moved up my body, not softly, gently, more like grasping, clawing their way, reaching my breasts. As his fingers dug into them, he thrusted forward, his cock entered fully, it was as if I could feel him in my abdomen, a sensation that was very different, amazingly so.

 He pulled me up onto my knees, my back becoming flush with his chest. His dick’s assault on my pussy becoming so forceful, causing me to almost fall over. With one hand around my neck now, the other finding it’s way to my over sensitized clit, I was rapidly reaching my end.

 “Fuck baby girl, you like this…” I could tell he was having trouble speaking. “You’re so fucking wet. Fuck!”

 He was right, his relentless pounding was sending me over the edge faster than ever. His movements causing him to hit all the right places. The fast and furious pace, the feel of every inch of his meaty cock inside my oh so sensitive center. His fingers so delicately circling my nub. And his hand, his fucking long nimble fingers, wrapped around my sweaty neck, opening and closing, causing my breath to catch. Making my eye rolls and sounds to escape my dry mouth.

 “Oh, oh, fuck, NEGAN! Grasp my neck, tighter, tighter, oh PLEASE!!!!!” I begged, begged him to give me what my body craved, every inch, every molecule, crying out for release.

 “I got ya baby girl, come with me. Milk me for all I’m fucking worth. Shit!!!”

 As he tightened his grip on my neck, he upped his ministrations, his thrusts so hard, deliberate, I felt as if he was reaching my lungs from the inside. His other hand moved to pull me closer to him. His face burying into my neck, as he squeezed.

 I’m not sure what happened, I either blacked out, or was lifted to a higher plain. All I do remember was both of us whispering love you’s, forever’s. The feel of his tongue dragging up my neck, his warm breath on my already heated skin. The vibrations, the shivers and shakes, my body, the nerves on overload.

 As fast as it came, it was over. His cock softening and slowing drawing out of me, causing me to sigh. Sitting back, he brought me with him, resting between his legs, feeling the heat, his small damp leg hairs tickling my bare skin. Leaning into him, I couldn’t stop the shakes that came from my now cooling body. Surprising myself, I began crying, tears making their way down my cheeks.

Negan’s POV

 I brought my arms around doll, drawing her as close to my chest as possible. Hearing her whimpering, it suddenly dawned on me that I might have fucking hurt her.

 Kissing the top of her head softly, I began whispering to her. “Shhhh, it’s okay doll. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

 Tilting her head so I could see her face, her hand came up to my cheek, gently caressing it.

 “No, you didn’t hurt me Negan, honest. I’m not sure why I’m crying.” She sniffled, wiping at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

 “You have no reason to apologize baby girl. Why don’t you turn around to face me better. I wanna see that beautiful face.”

 She turned her body sideways as I shifted behind her, pulling her into my lap. She looked up at me, her face flushed from the fucking, the tears finally slowing.

 I stroked her cheek, slipping down to clasp her chin, moving her face towards me. My lips meeting her’s, not too rough. But I wanted to taste her, wanted to still be intimately connected. I needed her to know my love for her. To thank her for trusting me, with her body, her mind, her life.

 I gently shifted our bodies into a laying position, moving up the bed. Y/N tucked herself into my side, my favorite place for her. I started stroking her hair, to calm both of us, and she began playing with my fingers.

 Yawning, she spoke, her speech a bit slurred from exhaustion, “I know you said I didn’t need to apologize, but I don’t want you to think you hurt me, or that I didn’t enjoy myself, cause I did.” She looked up at me, a grin on her sweet face. “It’s just, I’ve never let go quite that way before, it’s kinda emotional, you know?” She kissed my fingers. “After worrying about you all week, to Simon saying that you went through a clusterfuck of events. Then seeing how utterly exhausted you were. To how absolutely done you were, I just wanted to make it all better for you. I only hope I did help some.” She sat up, crawling on top of me, grasping my cheeks. “I love you, Negan.”

“And i love you, doll, for everything you do for me. For loving me more than anyone ever has. For giving everything you can to me, including yourself. It would take me a lifetime to show you how much I love you, how much I fucking cherish you. You are my fuckin’ everything baby. Everything.”

 Looking down at y/n, I see that she has fallen asleep, I snickered. Fuck doll, and I just spilled my guts.

  I sat up, just enough to pull the covers over myself and y/n, trying carefully not to disturb her. She might not have heard me, but I hope she knows.

 She is my happily ever after.

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First Month in IB World School - Kolej Mara Banting

Greetings, fellow Earthens. It is I, your local inconvenience, saluting from the middle of nowhere, surrounded by palm trees, and thousand miles away from home 🍇 Kia Ora, people! (Nice guess, but I’m not at New Zealand) Before I start my long rant, I just wanna apologise beforehand with the weird format that I typed my blog with because my laptop decided to be a huge B and won’t connect to my internet. Hence, I’m currently typing this thing on my phone! Not a problem, but it’s annoying the hell out of me haha let’s just move on before I stray away from the topic 🍇 First and foremost! OMG GUYS I SURVIVED ONE MONTH IN KMB WITHOUT ANY MAJOR THINGS OR DRAMA HAPPENED (well few mini episodes but nothing grand that’s cinematic worthy, but oh well moving onnnnn) I, believe it or not, survived the first month without ANY sorts of homesickness, or even any illness (HAH to the doctor that said I need an antibody injection, I. Survived. Without. Getting. Sick.) Of course, the first impression towards KMb was nothing short of a shock. Low-key (I meant high key) regretting for rejecting UNIMAS because I was expecting a UNI life, you know. I want to FEEL LIKE AN ADULT, but lmao guess who gets to be in a classroom and having teachers instead of lecturers and have to greet the teachers every time they come in? (Suck it up, Niqa. It’s called IB world SCHOOL for a reason. It lives up to it’s name.) So yeah, the life that I’m living right now is NOTHING like the fantasies that I used to have about University life. Nothing. Big shout out to Niqa because she never fails to disappoint herself! Woohoo! We have our class from 8 till 3.30, sometimes up till 4.30 if we have some extra remedial or meeting up with the teachers, but I usually just stay at the academic block until 5.30 (because I’m a good girl 🙃 lah sangat) and everything here is pretty much scheduled. So, to say that we don’t have a life, is correct. Like I said, NOTHING like what I imagined uni life is all about. 🍇 Even thooooough, the life here is, lmao to be blunt, extraordinarily lame, but I wasn’t joking when I said I really like it here, and I think one of the main reason (I honestly think it’s the only reason, but lmao let’s pretend I didn’t type that out) that I really like it here in KMB is, the people. The seniors, my batch mate, the teachers (they’re actually lecturers but I honestly have no idea why they insisted on us addressing them as teachers), the staffs, mak cik DS, pak cik guard, and literally everybody else are so amazing. They’re very kind and genuine that it makes me feel so loved and accepted here. It’s weird how so far away I am from where I’m from, but I feel so ‘belonged’ here. And I honestly guess that’s the main reason why I didn’t get any sort of homesickness. Though this place is NOTHING like home, but it feels like a home to me. Their kindness was quite overwhelming in the first place and I was soooo awkward because I’m not used to it and I legit had no idea how to react towards such kindness, but then, slowly I learnt that it comes from the heart. Everything comes from the heart. If the kindness that you received comes from within, then make sure to repay from the within too. It’s so different, (lmao it’s like langit and bumi, honestly) from the people that I died to associate myself with back in Green Road, (I LOVE YOU LITTLE DAREDEVILS AND SATANS WITH ALL MY HEART I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND I MISS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DEVILS) and I thought that it would very hard for me to ‘fit in’, but how wrong I was. I still remember during the first day of orientation and how I was in TOTAL DISTRESSED because my MARA agreement was apparently incomplete, two of my batch mates came up to me, sat next to me , and just talked to me like I'm one of their friends, and I've never felt more grateful before because it was like the beginning of how my perception changed towards these people. Everyone is just so accepting. It’s partly because how the seniors and the teachers never fail to remind us every time during orientation days, about how we are all now back to zero. Nada. Kosong. And we’re all starting from the same starting point so there really is no one ahead or no one got left behind. We’re a team. Not competitors, and I just really like that concept and how it changes the perceptions that I have towards this people. They didn’t get the upper hands just because they’re from boarding school, they’re just like me, chasing after the same goal. And instead of a huge stampede and massacre, we’re holding hands, and making sure that no one gets left behind, while reaching for the end goal, together. 🍇 Secondly, the culture that they’ve nurtured here thoughhhhhh. Holy cow, I’m so amazed. Can you believe that thievery is unheard of, here in KMB? You can literally just leave your phone anywhere and leave your laptop at the middle of concourse, come back to take it few hours later, and it will still be there, untouched. The people here really respect each other’s stuff and of course, very disciplined and I’m just so amazed. Wow, I’m a part of these people now? Phew, Niqa. You’re amazing. (Let me have this moment, guys. I want to puji diri too) and cases of hysteria is so rare. Wait, if I’m not mistaken, it never happened here before? Like, can you believe that? A college. I heard so many ghost stories of different college that I was kinda scared entering this so called dorm life but lmao I literally have nothing to be scared of. I love how we just sit together every night and recite Ma'thurat in the morning at the surau before class, recite Al Mulk together at night, the solat jemaah, Quran in group sessions. Everything is just so rare for a common student like me from a commoner school. Like wow? No wonder budak mrsm sbp so amazing? What was I doing with my whole 18 years of life? Sleeping while living? I felt so left behind in everything, but then again, like I said, everyone here is so amazing you hardly feel the huge gap that we have. I love each and every breathing creatures there to bits 💜 🍇 HAH I sounded like I’m living the live in KMB and loving it so much, ain’t I? I do, but that DOES NOT mean that I have nothing to complain about here 😭 trust me, I do. A lot. Though I’m trying very hard to stay positive (trust me, I do. Very hard), sometimes it gets hard too. So just bear with me as I list my complaints one by one. 1st : WHY IS THE GIRLS’ BLOCK SO FAR AWAY FROM EVERYTHING? The academic block. The DS. The surau. EVEYTHING IS A 5MINUTE WALK AWAY. I just don’t understand. Why? (But I’m low-key learning to like the long walk because that’s the only form of 'exercise’ I do here. Walk.) it’s tiring lmao bye moving on. 2nd : um, why is eveything and everyone so damn loud here? My heart suffers a lot. I jumped when someone laugh out loud. Trust me, it’s really LOUD AND USUALLY AT LIKE 12 PM EXCUSE ME HONEY BUNNY I WOULD LIKE SLEEP AND NOT HAVING HEART ATTACK WHILE DOING SO THANK YOU, I jumped when the ticker for the prayer time goes off, I jumped when the time indicator bell goes off, my ear buzzed every time aeroplane flew by, I jumped when Salman screamed into the microphone back in orientation days (he didn’t really scream I was exaggerating, but he might as well scream with a voice that loud) heCK I EVEN JUMPED WHEN FATIN TALKED TO ME BECAUSE I FORGOT SHES IN THE ROOM WITH ME. I’ll probably either suffers from a heart problem or hearing problem in my two years time here, whichever comes first. 3rd : life with sensitive skin IS ALWAYS a problem when you’re changing water. My skin suffers A LOT. With tiny red rashes and eczema, I feel like tearing my own skin apart every time I’m taking a bathe. Like do you even Niqa? Cause I can’t even Niqa sometimes. What even. Last but not least, lmao I’m broke af. If anyone feels like doing some good deeds and donating to charity pls feel free to hit me up I’m a willing receiver of your donation. Much love 💜 🍇 Although I would love to rant more, I still have presentation slides to prepare 😭 and a pending mini thesis for PI. I would like to end my blog (so formal, tsk) with a HUGE THANK YOU to my Group 12 members (I love you guys so much I’ve never met a group of people who are so crazy and fun yet genuinely cared for each other like you guys do), the seniors (especially MPPs, you guys made the orientation nights miserable yet memorable 🙆🏻 and the dedications that you guys put into making the nights fun is amazing and I appreciate them all. What an inspiring bunch 💕), my roommate (FATIN ADWIANA MY TEENY TINY HUMAN I love how you’re shorter than me and makes me feel tall JK FATIN I LOVE YOU YOU ADOWABLE LOUD HUMAN), and my classmates M17E (you guys honestly laughed wayyyyyy too much and so rowdy but hey, that’s what makes the class fun 🙆🏻🙆🏻), and the whole 17/19 batch 💜 whatta bunch 💜 With love (so much love, can’t you feel it?), Niqa 🍇 (It’s 'Nee-Ka, not 'Nee-Qo’ , okay? 🙄)

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