#and then i was like at 170 words and thought '...just push yourself a bit more.' and there we go

[stray-crow]

today's word count: 235

Nov's Stretch Goal: 9318/10k

WIP(s): Shaking Kevin in a Bottle

[moonlit-jeno]

rainy day (m.)

pairing: 00 line + mark x female reader

genre: filthy, dirty, shameless smut, some mxm, literally a sixsome, idk what else you expect from me at this point

words: 4.5k

The rain pelting against the window only serves as more of an excuse for you to press yourself closer to Jaemin. He winds his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him on the sofa, smiling softly when you throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno whines and presses himself closer to you in turn, complaining about being left out. You lean into the touch and hum softly.

“Aww, look at how cute you three are.” Donghyuck drawls. He’s standing next to the sofa, behind the chair currently occupied by his best friend. “Mark, our turn!”

He launches himself onto Mark’s lap and there’s a moment where Mark looks at Hyuck in confusion. That confusion is quickly replaced with fear as he gets a lap full of Donghyuck and tries to lean away from the boy, pressing himself further into the chair. “What- hey, dude, what the fuck are you- Lee Donghyuck!”

Mark tries to throw him off but it’s no use- his reaction time is too late and Donghyuck has managed to wrap his limbs around Mark like an octopus. He catches the three of you watching them and plays up the theatrics, puckering his lips and leaning forward. “Marrkkkk,”

The poor victim tries to vault himself over the arm rest, straining out of Donghyuck’s reach. Finally the giggling boy recedes, snuggling up against Mark’s chest with a content sigh. Mark lets out a deep breath of relief, then looks over to catch you watching him. He lets out a panicked giggle and claps his hands together. “Okayyyy! Let’s watch the movie now!”

You laugh and shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his cherry red face and focusing on the screen. It’s some sort of horror movie, and honestly, it’s pretty bad. You raise your eyebrows at Jaemin, the one who’d chosen it. He just shrugs at you.

The movie is interrupted by a flurry of loud cursing and you turn your head to frown at Jeno, expecting to find him watching videos on his phone. He looks at you with wide eyes and confusion. His phone is nowhere in sight. You’re about to ask the rest of the boys about it but the voice gets louder as Renjun storms into the living room.

“Who the fuck took my phone?” Renjun asks, all 170 centimeters of him bursting with anger. “I’m serious, one of you better tell me where the fuck you put it right fucking now.”

“Did you check your room?” Jaemin asks.

“Of course I did! I’m not an idiot. I checked every room in this household, and I know one of you fuckers took it.” Renjun looks around the group of you before his eyes land back in Jaemin. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Jaemin laughs. “No? Why would I take it?”

“You’re smiling! Na Jaemin, you’re a terrible liar.” Renjun moves to stand in front of Jaemin. “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

A yelp leaves you as Jaemin yanks you onto his lap, using you as a shield. “I didn’t take it!”

Renjun pays you no mind as he leans over you, hands going to Jaemin’s neck. You try your best to lean out of the way but Jaemin’s arms are tight around you, his hold only growing tighter as Renjun’s hands go to his sides, tickling him with no mercy.

They’re both cursing and Jaemin’s squirming but your face is pressed into Renjun’s chest and all you can smell is the intoxicating scent of his cologne. You find yourself melting in Jaemin’s arms.

Jeno joins in on the torture fun while Donghyuck and Mark watch from the chair. Renjun yelps when Jeno digs his fingers into his sides and topples over you. It gives Jaemin at least some sort of relief, although without the distraction of Jaemin begging Renjun to stop trying to kill him, you’re only now realizing how awkward of a position you’re in.

Your back is pressed against Jaemin’s chest, his arms still holding you in place. Renjun is on top of you, his hands pressed against the back of the couch for balance, sandwiching you in between the two men. Jeno’s next to you, sitting so close that your thighs are touching.

The rest of the room seems to notice it at the same time. Renjun freezes on top of you, not moving, and Jeno shifts aside a little bit. You squirm a bit to get out of Jaemin’s lap and it draws a low groan from him, his hips jerking a little bit. Mark giggles nervously.

It’s silent for a second, none of you quite knowing what say, until Renjun breaks it. “Was that a- did you just fucking moan?”

You can’t turn your head to look at him, but you can tell Jaemin’s blushing when he speaks. “No!” His tone is defensive and he leans closer to a skeptical Renjun, who just raises his eyebrows in turn. “Well, you try having y/n wiggling her ass on top of you! It’s not my fault!”

An incredulous squawk leaves you. “I wasn’t wiggling my ass on top of you!” You shift in order to turn in yourself Jaemin’s lap to yell at him, momentarily forgetting that Renjun’s currently in your lap. The result is you just barely shifting your hips. Your head turns just in time to see Jaemin throw his head back against the couch, his jaw clenching.

“You just did it again!” He whines. “I wouldn’t call that not wiggling your ass.”

A huff leaves you and you’re ready to argue the point further, but then Renjun is rolling his hips forward, rutting into you while simultaneously pushing you back against Jaemin. Both of you let out noises of surprise.

“Is Jaemin hard?” Renjun asks you, dipping his face down so that his lips are pressed against your neck. “Is that why he’s making all those pretty noises?”

You whimper involuntarily, the shift in mood making your head spin. Just moments ago had seen the room filled with chaos as you all teased each other. Now the room is filled with bated breathing and tension as you’re teased in a different way.

Renjun’s right: Jaemin is hard. His cock presses up against your ass nicely, and it makes you wonder how it would feel in other places. You nod and try to erase those thoughts, but it’s nearly impossible now that Renjun’s mentioned it.

“Both of you are so needy.” Renjun scoffs, but doesn’t stop his movements. And you want to roll your eyes, tell him that he’s one to talk considering he’s just as hard. “You’re probably so wet right now. Probably wish that Jaemin had his cock in you, hmm?”

Your eyes drift shut and you melt back into Jaemin’s chest, letting the two boys rut against you. It’s hard to remember that there are other people in the room.

“Okayyy, I think that’s enough.” Mark tries. “Seriously, isn’t this going a bit too far?” His voice cracks.

Your eyes snap open and you turn to look at him. His eyes are flickering around the room, gaze not lingering on anything for too long. Donghyuck looks unusually stiff on top of him. Next to you, Jeno has pulled a pillow onto his lap.

“I think it could go farther.” Renjun responds, not taking his eyes off of you. “Don’t you?”

And you should be embarrassed, should be pushing him off of you and shaking your head. These are some of your best friends, and never, never have you done anything remotely sexual with any of them.

“Yes.” The word rushes out in a breath, and you watch as the corners of his lips turn up. He turns his attention to the man under you.

“What about you, baby? You want more too?” The tone Renjun uses shocks you and you expect Jaemin to grit out a sarcastic response or flat out say no.

Jaemin whimpers.

Renjun grins and turns his head to look at Mark. “I think you have your answer.”

With your desperation spoken out loud, it seems that Renjun has thrown all caution to the wind. He ruts against you harder, and Jaemin pushes up against you, his lips attaching to your neck as he tries to muffle his moans. Your eyelids drift shut as you let the gentle wash of pleasure roll over you.

“Are you going to join or are you just going to hump the pillow until you come?” Renjun’s words pull your eyes open and you turn your head to find Jeno looking very caught. He freezes, but then he nods in a jerky motion. “Y/n, give him a hand.”

Jeno moves the pillow and lets his legs fall open a bit more. You slip your hand under the waistband of his sweats, sliding your hand over his bare cock. “No underwear?”

“Easier access.” Jeno’s words come out as a breathy moan. You pull his dick out the rest of the way, watching as his face screws up in pleasure.

Jaemin pulls your attention back to him, panting against your neck. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Mhmm, fuck, fuck.” He bites into your shoulder and groans, rolling his hips against you in jerky motions.

Your stomach twists with arousal and you focus on jerking Jeno off faster, your legs wrapping around Renjun’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. It fails. You pout as he stops moving, turning his attention away from you.

“Donghyuck, c’mere,” Renjun turns to look over at the boy expectantly. “You too, Mark. Don’t you want to join the fun?”

It only takes a moment for Donghyuck to stand up, hands held awkwardly in front of him to conceal his boner. Mark doesn’t move, but he turns a little in the chair so that he has a better view. 

Renjun grins at the boy, raising his hand to fist in Donghyuck’s hair. He pulls him forward abruptly, smashing their lips together. Your jaw drops at the sight. 

Donghyuck clearly wasn’t expecting the move and he gasps, whimpering softly as Renjun gives his hair another tug. It’s a messy kiss, flashes of tongue and teeth when Renjun pulls away to nip at Hyuck’s lower lip. You clench around nothing, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and pulling it lower. 

Jaemin gets the hint and rubs you through the thin material of your shorts, snaking his other hand up to massage your breast. You let out a sigh, your head falling back against Jaemin’s chest. The movement of your hand must slow down with the bliss because Jeno covers your hand with his own, tightening your grip and fucking up into your touch.

Renjun breaks away from the kiss, rubbing over Donghyuck’s swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck Y/N’s pretty pussy, and after I’ve come, you’re going to eat her out. Does that sound good?” 

Donghyuck nods, looking dazed. Renjun lets go of his hair and pushes him onto the space next to Jeno. “Good. Now go sit.”

The vulgarity of Renjun’s words has you moaning openly, your core clenching around nothing. Jaemin’s fingers feel nice, but the sensation is dulled over the fabric of your pants and you feel so empty.

Renjun turns his attention back to you, knocking Jaemin’s hand away. “There are other things you can do if you really need to occupy your hands. Hold her leg for me.”

Jaemin helps Renjun slide your pants off before gripping your thigh, spreading you wide. “Why are you in charge?” Jaemin grumbles, and you aren’t looking at him, but you can just imagine the annoyance in his expression. 

“Because I want to be.” Is all Renjun says, busy with unzipping his pants. He lets them pool at his ankles before stepping out of them, grasping his cock in his palm. His eyes are dark with lust, serious as he looks into your own. “Are you ready?” “Please,” You gasp out, not caring how desperate you seem at this point. It makes Renjun smile and he wastes no time sliding into you.

A loud groan leaves him as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hips start to grind into you in small motions. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.”

You whimper, clenching around him at the feeling of finally being filled up. His fingers dig into your other thigh and he lifts it to wrap around his waist as he starts to fuck into you. Your back arches away from Jaemin but he keeps you anchored to him with an arm around your waist, his lips at your neck. Soft praises are whispered into your ear as Jaemin leaves open mouthed kisses wherever he can reach.

Renjun fucks into you harshly, panting with the effort it takes. Each thrust pushes you into Jaemin and the man squirms underneath you. It takes you way too long to remember that Jaemin had come in his pants earlier, and that he must be insanely sensitive right now. That doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his cock plumps up against your ass with every strained breath he lets out.

A whine of Renjun’s name leaves you as you reach for him, momentarily wondering why both of your hands feel so empty. You glance at Jeno only to find Donghyuck’s hand on his cock, the younger man grinding against Jeno’s hip. “Jaemin.” You gasp out. “Fuck, Jaemin, look.” You know the exact moment that Jaemin sees what you’re looking at. He swears and his hips buck up against your ass. “Oh my god.” He kneads more harshly at your breast, seemingly his form of grounding himself. “Holy fuck, why is this so hot?”

Jeno meets your gaze and groans, lifting his hand to your neck and pulling you closer. The kiss he brings you into is sloppy, with way too much tongue and spit. The force of it has your lips bruising and it drags a keen out of the depths of your chest. Jeno’s aggressive with his motions, bringing his hand to the back of your neck only to press you closer against him, drinking in your moans like they’re oxygen. 

You break the kiss to throw your head back, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. “Fuck, I can’t,” Jeno starts kissing down your throat, sucking harshly at one particular spot, and your sentence breaks. “I, mhmm, please, I’m gonna come.” Renjun groans and speeds up, fucking you hard and fast. “Do it. Come all over my cock, doll.” 

His words have you feeling hot and your core clenches with need as the knot of tension ties itself even tighter in your gut. Jeno pulls you in for one last filthy kiss and you melt into it, barely even able to look at him through your heavy lids. He pulls away but keeps his hand on your jaw, thumb pulling your lower lip down to part your mouth. Jeno leans a little closer then, smirking a little when you try to steal another kiss. His mouth falls open and his spit trickles into your open mouth, his thumb wiping at the little bit that runs down your chin. He groans as he watches you swallow. “Good girl.” He whispers, leaning in to press one last kiss to your lips. It’s the final straw. You come with your head thrown back, one hand grabbing onto Renjun’s shoulder, the other grabbing on to Jeno’s thigh.

Pleasure courses through you and you feel like you’re floating, coming back down to Renjun stroking his hand over your thighs, Jaemin kissing at your neck. You lazily open your eyes and look over at Jeno. The guy’s currently fucking into Donghyuck’s fist with his head thrown against the couch, back arching off of the cushions. Low grunts leave him as he works himself up, clumsily trying to reach a hand over to help Donghyuck.  

“Hyuck.” Renjun interrupts them before Jeno can come. “It’s your turn.” 

The boy looks confused for all of three seconds before his eyes drift lower, focusing on where Renjun pulls out of you. A little bit of his come spills out and Donghyuck’s eyes zero in on how your pussy clenches to try and keep all of it inside. He’s off the sofa in a second, dropping to his knees in between your spread thighs. Jeno looks betrayed. 

“Are you serious?” Jeno huffs, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own dick. Donghyuck pays him no mind, already burying his face in your cunt. 

You gasp loudly, trying and failing to squirm away from him. “Fuck, Hyuck, I’m sensitive.” He sucks harshly on your clit. “Fucking shit, Donghyuck!” He pulls away, looking up at you with dark eyes. His tongue flicks out to lick at the mess of your arousal and Renjun’s come staining his chin, “You taste so good, baby.” He’s back to eating you out before you can even think up a response.

A sob leaves you and he just uses it as encouragement to continue eating you out. You drop your hands to fist in his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your free hand flails around uselessly before landing on Jaemin’s forearm, squeezing a little too tightly.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaemin groans out, lifting your hips a little. You don’t pay him any mind, Donghyuck’s tongue more than a little distracting. He looks up at you with big eyes as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking at your clit. It’s so, so hot, and the burn of oversensitivity disappears as pleasure replaces it. You want to wrap your legs around his head and keep him there forever. “Oh, come on. Really Jaemin?” Donghyuck groans, and you open your eyes to ask what’s wrong, but then you feel the cockhead pressing against your entrance, hear the low moan Jaemin lets out in your ear. 

Jaemin slides into you slowly, moaning as you squirm at the intrusion, your pussy being filled deliciously. “Yeah, man, I’m not fucking coming in my pants again.” 

He gets some good leverage with his feet planted flat against the floor, setting a slow rhythm filled with hard thrusts. Hyuck pouts on the floor, and you feel bad but you don’t pay him any attention until you hear Renjun say “Did I tell you to stop?” You almost scream with pleasure when he puts his mouth back to work, flicking his tongue over your clit. He works on Jaemin, too, and you can’t see but you can certainly hear the way that the boy moans out Donghyuck’s name. The pleasure is so much, too much, and your head spins as you try to process everything that you’re feeling. You writhe on Jaemin’s lap, trying to find some way to ground yourself, but you’re completely at their mercy. Your orgasm is rushing to the surface and your eyes dart around the room, struggling to process everything that’s happening. Jaemin massages your chest with one hand, Donghyuck keeps your legs spread open with a strong grip on your thighs, his tongue on your clit. Renjun’s curled up on the empty spot next to Jeno, stroking the boys hair as Jeno jerks himself off desperately. You see flashes of white and you wonder if he’s come already. Across the room, Mark is still sitting in the same position he’d been in when everything had started. His cock is clearly hard, straining against his pants, but he keeps his hands tight on the armrests. You make eye contact and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t look away.

It washes over you slowly at first, just a gentle rush of pleasure that grows and grows until it’s overwhelming, your eyes squeezing shut as color bursts behind your eyelids. You gasp desperately for air, clutching at Donghyuck’s hair, at Jaemin’s forearm, anything you can reach. 

Donghyuck’s barely pulled away before Jaemin’s shoves you sideways, pushing your face into the couch cushions and pulling your ass up. You lift your arms to grab onto the arm rest just in time for him to start fucking into you again. This time it’s even more brutal, the desperation and new position giving him the leverage to get deeper, to go faster. You turn your head to the side and sob. 

Your second orgasm has barely ended and already you can feel yourself being hurtled towards your third. A hand strokes you temple and you lift your head, blinking the tears out of your eyes to find Donghyuck standing in front of you. He taps the head of his cock against your lips. “Open wide, baby.” His cock is heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips nicely. Donghyuck fucks your mouth gently, considerate of the fact that Jaemin is pounding you into the next dimension. It doesn’t matter, anyways, because he doesn’t last long. Donghyuck’s been worked up and needy for so long that he spills onto your tongue in no time, stroking himself through the aftershocks. Jeno replaces him, sliding his cock down your throat and grinding his hips forward one, two, three times before spilling into your mouth. You moan as Jeno slides his fingers into your mouth, come and saliva spilling past your lips as you suck around his fingers. Jaemin smacks your ass and groans out filthy praises. His rhythm falters and you know that he’s close. You’re close too, you just pray you get there first. 

“Pretty girl.” Jeno strokes your head, looking down at you with dark eyes. “So pretty even though you're such a mess for us.” You hum softly, glancing away from him. 

Your eyes land on Mark, and you watch as he loses his composure, a soft “fuck” leaving him as he gives in. His hand slips down to touch his cock and you’re done, smashing your face into the cushion as your orgasm slams into you.

Sticky warmth spills down your thighs, your pussy swollen and aching but feeling so horribly empty. You clench around nothing, whining incoherently for Jaemin to put his cock back in you but he doesn’t listen. Whether it’s because he’s already come or because he just can’t hear what you’re saying, you don’t know.

Jeno helps you sit up, Jaemin wiping at the tears under your eyes and pulling you onto his lap. Mark quickly yanks his hand out of his pants and stands up, storming out of the room. Donghyuck laughs tiredly from where he’s curled up on the floor. 

“That was fucking amazing.” Renjun sighs, scooting closer to you and Jaemin. You hum happily, leaning into their touch. And you know that you’ve probably just had enough sex to last you a week, but there’s something missing. 

“I have to pee.” You announce, pecking each of them on the lips before standing up. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” Jaemin asks, raising his eyebrows at the way you limp, at the way you wince when you take a step.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.” The bathroom door is on the left but you make a right, finding Mark sitting on his bed. He has his head thrown back, pants kicked off somewhere on the floor. He looks up at you with wide eyes when you walk in, freezing. “Fuck, sorry, I- uh.” He laughs nervously. “I didn’t mean to-” “You didn’t mean to jerk off?” You raise your eyebrows, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t tell me your hand slipped and accidentally landed on your cock. Your very hard cock.”

Mark swallows thickly as you make your way closer to him. His eyes trail over your bare legs, catching on the way your nipples perk up against the fabric of your shirt, how the collar barely hides your hickeys. He bites his lip. “Were you thinking of me? You probably were, hmm?” You sit down next to him, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “You were thinking of how good I looked getting fucked, right?” He gapes at you for a long second, and you wonder if he’ll ever respond. You’re about to speak up again, ask if you’re going too far, but then something snaps in his eyes and you’re suddenly being pinned under him. He smashes your lips together, grinding against you a few times before pulling back. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” He groans out, slamming his cock into you. You cry out, grasping at his shoulders. Your used pussy flares in pain, but there’s a certain pleasure to it that has you rocking your hips against him, wanting him to move. “Four cocks weren’t enough? You need a fifth?” “I need you, Mark.” It’s the right thing to say, apparently, because he doesn’t waste another second before starting up a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against your own with audible force. You moan and arch against him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

Mark sits up on his knees and tugs you onto his lap, hitting deeper, harder. He drops his face to rest in the crook of your neck and bites down. “Say my name.” “Fuck, Mark.” You moan, a sob ripping through you. “Mark, please, I wanna come.” “Who’s making you feel this way? Who’s fucking you this good?” He presses his thumb down against your clit and it’s way too much for you, sharp electricity shooting through your body.

“You are! Mark, you’re fucking me so- well, fuck, mhmm, fuck!” Stars burst behind your eyelids and you hear nothing but static, feel nothing but overwhelming bliss and serenity. 

Your eyes open to find Mark laying next to you, Donghyuck with his head resting on your chest. A sleepy sigh leaves you and you realize how dry your throat is, your voice cracking when you try to speak. Mark hands you a mug.

“Jaemin heard you scream and brought you tea.” Mark explains. You must make a face because both men laugh, Donghyuck cooing and poking your nose. “Aww, she’s embarrassed. Don’t be- you sounded hot as fuck.” Donghyuck reassures you. Mark agrees.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you passed out, though. That was like, really hot.” Mark adds. You just hum. 

There’s a thought swirling in the back of your mind and you blink harshly, turning your head to face Donghyuck. “Did Renjun ever find his phone.” Hyuck snorts. “Yeah, it was on his bed.” Mark mumbles something and pulls you away from the other boy, tightening his hold on your waist. You sink back into the embrace.

It’s so comfortable to be cuddled by both of them, but your bladder is screaming at you and you have the desperate urge to brush your teeth and shower. You groan and force yourself to sit up. “I have to pee.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “You’re not going to go and have sex again, are you?” Your face heats up as you remember that that’s the excuse you used earlier to sneak off to Mark’s room. You shake your head. “Good. Hang on, I’ll call the muscle to carry you to the bathroom.”

He screams for Jeno and you let yourself collapse against the mattress, laughing contentedly.

[nyctolovian]

(this is my first tma fic so i struggled a bit haha) Inspired by this amazing fancomic by @mod2amaryllis. I borrowed some of ur stuff cos it’s really just ;-; 

Summary: TMA 170 from Jon's perspective

Even as he stood outside the looming mansion, Jon could already hear the despair-brimmed tears of its victims drip upon its creaky oak floorboards. He also instantly Knew that this house expanded far beyond its original physical form, dipping far into the reaches of existential emptiness. As Jon lightly encircled his fingers around the metal of the door handle, its frigid seeped into his bones. He glanced to his side. The way Martin was steadying himself with deep controlled breaths as he worried at his lower lip sent a pang through Jon.

This was The Lonely’s domain after all.

However, Martin’s chestnut eyes also held steely determination. His voice, too, was firm when he said, “Let’s go in.”

“B-But are you going to be okay?” Jon asked, placing a gentle hand on Martin’s forearm. 

The huff Martin let out was resigned and he pursed his lips for a second. “It’s not like we can just – I don't know – saunter round the building now, can we?”

“I- Well, no, we can’t,” he mumbled, “but I still don’t want to force you through this.”

“I’ve come this far, Jon. I’m not letting you go on by yourself."

"Um, a break perhaps?"

"It's really fine," Martin assured. "I'm ready."

Gripping the strap of his bag, Jon nodded. “Alright. Remember to stay close then. I know the route.” He clenched his jaw and pushed the heavy door, which opened with a hollow groan. 

A long corridor stretched before them, but they couldn’t see much beyond several doors along it. There was a thick fog obscuring the rest of the house. Martin flinched as white mist extended through the doorway and curled slowly, like a thin finger beckoning him in. However, when Jon looked at Martin again, he was met with an adamant glare, so he licked his lips and faced the corridors again. 

As soon as he took the first step into the domain, he was enveloped in coldness. The shiver that ran through Martin as he followed told Jon that it wasn’t just him. 

A statement tickled the back of his throat but he pushed it down in the interest of safety. He didn’t want to lose himself in the statement as he had in the burning building. Leaving Martin stranded here would have worse consequences than a wake-up slap across his face.

Jon stood at the entrance, assessing the domain as best as he could.

Unlike Peter Lukas’ Lonely, which had strong winds that smelled of salt, this coldness was still and smelled like an immaculately sterilised ward. The fog here, unlike the moving clouds of the seas, snaked lazily around the house. Not to mention, there was an incessant tick-tock surrounding them but none of the clocks in sight had hands, as though time was simultaneously passing and standing still. He could also hear the muffled creaks all around the house, even above him. It was unnerving.

As he slowly and tentatively moved forward, Jon spotted several silhouettes shuffling around in the fog, but they didn’t see anyone as they passed each other by. He peered into the nearest room and saw a little girl shivering as she sat hunched on a green metal foldable chair. Tears dripped from her small chin as she hiccuped silently. Jon tore his gaze from her. 

Other than what was in his immediate surroundings, however, he couldn’t Know much else, other than the fact that a miasma of loneliness poisoned the air of this domain. With a hum, he said, “ How strange. I think The Eye can’t see much in this fog either.” He swung his hand backwards for Martin to take. “Let’s stay together until I can figure this…” His heart leapt to his throat.

He spun around. “Martin?”

Gone.

Only fog.

Frantically, Jon looked around. His breaths grew short and shallow. “Martin?!” he cried.

Gone.

He dashed through the corridor, searching, leaving no room spared. His voice broke as he called, “Martin!”

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Dread swallowed him whole as he scrambled around the mansion, passing by Lonely person after Lonely person. But Martin still couldn't be found.

“Martin! Where are you?!”

How could Jon just lose him? He was just behind! There wasn’t any logical way he could simply disappear from sight like this.

No, no. This distorted reality didn’t work logically anymore. People could very well up and vanish now. He shouldn’t have gotten distracted. 

“Shit.” Jon ran his fingers through his hair. “Wh-where would Martin– Should– Shit shit shit. I don't–" He took in a long shuddering gasp and licked his lips. "I need to look for him. I need…" 

Words that were not his bubbled in his chest, along with his swelling panic. His face was numb and his fingers tingled with terror.

"Wh-Where is he…" 

It was hard to breathe at all, as though the fog was stuffing his lungs. He felt the beginnings of a sob.

He took another deep breath. Then, the words spilled out of The Archivist's lips. "One might assume that because he smiled often, he was free of worries, " he began, his features growing slack. “ What nobody sees are the tendrils of mist that enlace, encase and entrap him. However, that does not matter now. For he sits in the Moorland House, and there is no more illusion. He is truly and perfectly a-alone .” The Archivist choked. “Th-There is n- not … No… No! H-he isn’t–” 

Jon slapped a hand over his mouth and fell to his knees. He gagged upon unspoken words, but he shoved them further downwards. Digging his fingers into the flesh of his arm, Jon forced himself to get out of his trance. Five seconds in, hold, five seconds out… Repeat. 

His heart was still racing as he pushed himself to his feet again, leaning against the white walls for support. “I will not take that from him! Never from him!” Jon spat, raising his head to The Eye that was surely staring back. “And we don’t need you to find each other!” 

He pulled a final defiant scowl at the entity before breaking into a run. “Martin!” he shouted. “Martin, where are you?”

God knows how long he had been running before he felt a familiar something flicker amidst the fog. Jon stopped in his tracks. His chest heaved as he strained his senses. 

… There!

He followed the wavering presence. It was a mere dim spot of light in the thick haze. But it was light nonetheless.

Occasionally, it would fizzle out like a feeble flame. When it did, it would send a shot of alarm through Jon, and he willed it to come back (“please, please, please”). Time and again, it listened to Jon's desperate prayers and returned. Sometimes, it gradually grew into a shimmer. Sometimes, it would sputter alight. Each time it came back though, it felt ever-so-slightly closer.

And Jon chased this distant lighthouse with all his might. 

Then, came a time when the light, after dying out for a while, crackled to life. It settled into a quivering glow and stabilised. 

Then, it grew. 

Jon gasped. “Martin!”

In the distance, he heard Martin’s voice, muffled but very much there.

"Martin!” he called.

A familiar silhouette moved from within the white heavy curtains of mist.

“Martin?”

The voice that responded pulled the weight off his chest. “Jon! Jon, over here!” Martin shouted, blessedly closer. 

“Oh! Martin, hold on. I-I’m coming. I just–”

Bursting through the fog, he spotted Martin, in the middle of the room, clutching a tape recorder to his chest. A wide smile broke across Jon’s face and he sprinted harder. “Oh, Martin," he breathed.

Tension melted from Martin's shoulders at the sight and he made his way over.

Jon shook his head. “Thank god. I-I was–” A wheeze of relief escaped him as they met in a tight embrace. He was practically enveloped by Martin, and the sensation calmed him as he rested his forehead against Martin’s firm shoulder. Eyes sliding shut, Jon drank in the scent of warm tea and comfort. “I-I thought you were behind me.”

“I thought you’d left me behind,” Martin admitted, arms trembling around Jon’s thin body. “Gone on without me.” 

Jon felt a shaky huff against his hair as worry returned to his features. “No, never! N-Never. I-I just-” he managed, pulling Martin closer. He couldn’t really register what he was even saying at this point; words fell out and tripped over themselves while Jon tried to explain, and tried to apologise. 

“It’s okay,” said Martin. Running cool fingertips against the nape of Jon's neck, he pressed a kiss to the top of his greying hair in what Jon could tell was a silent assurance that he was here. 

He was here.

[heroes-writing]

I need to send ir on two parts So heres first! Hai! I really would like to send u a pic but i dont know how aaah Okay So: shes 17yo i have Story like She trained with Garou when He was still in dojo, i Hope u understand uwu. Also shes really powerfull Esper / she fall from Sky (cosmic Esper) She Is 160cm tall but She have 170-180 cm long hair i know crazy 😂 She wears glasses and shes blind without them. Umh personality: like caring, really sweet but also rude at the same time. Kinda cocky, but

Hello @voilabuki!

Here’s a cute scenario with Garou and Aria! I tried my best to write your OC and what you requested!

I hope you enjoy,

Stella

Word count: 935

“Garou! What are you doing— Hey, stop!” 

“Eeh?” Garou stood up menacingly from a hulking crouch, carelessly tossing the pieces of Mumen Rider’s cracked helmet aside, next to the pile of groaning Tank-Toppers. Was someone else asking for a beating? He cracked his neck lazily before turning around to face the voice.

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you stupid or what?” The girl stomped her foot angrily, hands on her hips. Her agitation was lifting long skeins of hair away from her body, giving the impression that she was underwater. The strands waved about like charmed snakes.

“Oh, Aria. It’s you. I’m uh, hunting...heroes. Duh.”

She let out a huge sigh and pushed her thick glasses up with a finger. “Seriously? Don’t you have better things to do? I thought it was just a rumor and came to check, but you really are stupi—”

“—Gimme a sec, I gotta finish pulping these guys.”

“For the love of god, Garou, they’re barely ranked, don’t you dare turn your back on m— Garou!”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, pipsqueak?”

“You should know. I’m going to beat you until you see sense, of course. It’ll be just like old times,” she said cockily. Her body began glowing with the telltale absinthe green of an esper-type fighter.

Garou snorted. “Heh. When I win, you’re going to let me finish my business here. I think you’ll be surprised at how things have changed...” He answered her invitation for a spar with a powerful leap, his hands outstretched to grab and throw her.

He was gently rebuffed by an invisible current, his aggressive trajectory redirected to the right of Aria. “When I win, you’re going to go home and think about what you’ve done. Now sit.” Her hand came up, helping her visualize the molding of psychic energy, and she exerted a crushing pressure on Garou.

Cracks appeared on the concrete, instantaneously spidering out from his feet as he resisted what felt like increased gravity weighing on every single bone in his body. He feigned weakness, knees yielding in the slightest manner, and he gave himself a few seconds to get used to moving against the added resistance. This was basically weight training on steroids, he told himself…

“I worry about you, you know. You always were hot-headed, off doing dumb crap and dragging me with you... Anyway, you can’t move. Now, do you concede the match?”

“I…” His toes curled and flexed freely. Then he pounced.

She staggered back and sat hard on her backside, the green glow blinking out abruptly as her concentration broke with surprise. “What the— ow! What the hell, Garou! My glasses! That was a low blow, damn—” A slow trickle of blood started flowing out her nostrils. 

“...” To be frank, Garou was a bit surprised at the outcome himself. He had clocked her good. This had never happened before in their spars (being an esper meant that everything usually ended up being pretty low-contact) and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. 

Aria wiped her bloody nose on her sleeve. “What do you have to say for yourself? Don’t give me the silent treatment. We might be friends but god if I’m not pissed at you right now.”

“Uh.” Damn, he didn’t mean to bloody her nose or break her glasses. He hadn’t really thought about what would happen afterwards, he had just acted on instinct. As usual. If the coyote had ever managed to catch that roadrunner...that was what Garou probably felt like right now.

The girl heaved a huge sigh. “You know I can’t see without my glasses, stupid, now I’m going to have to wait for like a week or something to get another pair. Damn it, Garou.”

“Um.” He finally leaned over her and offered her a hand up. “Let’s get out of here before people find out.”

She took it grudgingly and pulled herself up. “Fine. I guess I’ll find my way home. Somehow. I can’t do anything else in this state.”

Garou laughed in her face. “For an esper, you’re pretty helpless. Can’t even fix your own eyesight, huh.” 

“I will find you and kill you slowly. When I can see again.” 

“That’s dumb. What’s so great about psychic powers when you can’t even use it without seeing your target.”

Aria gave Garou a nasty glare in his general direction. She dusted herself off as she took out her phone to call a friend, placing it inches away from her face and squinting at the screen.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to do that. Put your phone away. I’ll get you home, Aria. I guess.” He sounded very guilty under the reluctant tone.

She looped her hands around his forearm as he offered it. “That’s sweet of you, but I guess it’s the least you can do after all this. Anyways, maybe we can catch up. Oh! What about those guys…”

“They’re alive. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Ah, okay…” Aria took what she could get, unwilling to press further. She tugged at his arm to signal him to get going, and both began walking down the path towards her house. “Had dinner yet?”

“I never say no to free food.”

“I didn’t say it was free. Hey, turn left on 3rd when we get to it.”

“Then I pass. The dumpster’s always free, and it never talks back.”

If she remembered what he’d said was his prize for winning, she cleverly didn’t mention it. Garou and Aria continued bickering all the way to her place, his hero hunt seemingly abandoned for now.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Stranger Things (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 9.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: I know that Stranger Things opening song by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein wasn't actually produced in the eighties, but a) it is the main soundtrack of the whole series and b) it is just a really good example of music which has the power to tense you up.

Warnings: Dustin being seriously smart - I love a smart Dustin, bcs he is such a bright kid. But mostly the gang realizing that they are fucked in the butt. Maybe the kids swearing a bit? Nothing too dramatic or unusual.

Word Count: 3 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​ @nemodoren​

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

Dustin was actually quite good at giving everyone heads up, calling the kids gang with Cerebro to meet up at your place. Normally, you would watch that kid in awe just because of how intelligent he seemed to be and probably, he was more responsible than Steve by any means. Everyone knew about the super-strange thing in a spawn of ten minutes. After that, Steve drove you to your cabin where everyone was supposed to meet up.

Your conversation with Eleven was pretty much one-sided and really short since you could say one sentence only before you both started crying like little kids. When the words slipped past your lips, the boys got completely silent as you fell back to shock. You could only hear how Elever cried, but the sounds came to you from a distant place, like you weren’t even present at the moment.

After that, Steve with Mike helped you back on the backseat of your Chevy and let you lay there because you seemed to be out of your mind, just trembling.

The Demogorgon really did a number on you - putting you in a state when you were all good for a few good minutes and then you just fell into a complete shock again, these two states being constantly trying to be beaten in between themselves.

You had sloppy memories of arriving back to the cabin - only Steve and Mike helping you out while Dustin unlocked and held the door. They made you drink a cup of hot tea to raise up your blood pressure a bit. 

After other short calls from the phone in your cabin, they made the rest to come - Nancy and Robin. 

There you were, four almost adults and four kids sitting at the table in your house, some eating Eggos or other sweets, some just intensely watching you. You were sitting in the middle between Steve and Nancy while the others sat around the room - in the armchair or on the stools, some even got the chairs from the table. 

Dustin and Max's boyfriend, you still didn't remember his name, were holding the phone and changed when one of their palms started to hurt - there was Will on the phone, telling Joyce and the others what happened.

"So, what exactly happened? We don't have a clue, Hopper, and you still didn't tell us." - Mike said pretty loudly, almost yelled at you all of a sudden. You got why he was like that - he was upset by the unknown. Nobody knew anything at that moment - you were useless and Steve was too worried about you to talk. And even you two didn't know much.

"De-Demorgogon. It's real." - You looked Mike in the eyes and slowly rolled your sleeve up to your elbow to show him that bloody bruise you had there. Everyone looked at it with their breath stuck in their throat; this bruise could certainly win the competition about the most disgusting-looking bruise. Dustin was quietly describing your hand to Will in the background.

"Yeah, we already know that. It is real. Can you tell us something new?!" - Max's boyfriend burst out at you.

"But she wasn't here to see it!" - Both Nancy and Steve yelled at him to make you justice. That made the boy shut up.

"It crept at us and killed an old lady. It was probably feeding itself from her for quite some time. Her arm was bitten off." - Steve said, but nobody seemed to understand one and the exact thing.

"How could it survive inside of that house for so long without anybody seeing it?" - Max asked was the one who asked the question out loud. You and Steve looked at each other worriedly.

"I think that it's evolving. Physically, it is the same as the Demodogs or the first Demogorgon, I couldn't spot no difference there. But its brain isn't the same as it used to be." - Steve answered and looked at you to describe what you've been through. - "It was speaking to us, like when you're having a normal conversation with somebody. It was a bit weird here and there, but basically, it was really intelligent, it responded according to the subject. Let's just say... The Demogorgon was able to track down somebody lonely and who's disappearance would barely anyone notice. It hid the body and fed on it, so it didn't have to leave its nest for a long time."

"But how could you two have a normal conversation with a monster? That doesn't make any sense. Did you not see that it is a Demogorgon right away?" - Nancy asked in confusion. It wasn't too hard to say that something was Demogorgon, really, even if it had similarities to a human. - "That sounds that you're just as dumb as Steve is." - Robin chuckled to brighten up the situation, but you barely noticed it.

"Metamorphosis." - You whispered and looked at Steve. His thoughts weren't exactly as fast as yours, but you knew that he only needed the right push. - “Are we talking about the novella by Franz Kafka?” - Robin asked in confusion.

"No.” - You answered her quickly, before turning your face directly to Steve’s. It almost looked like a perfect position for a kiss... But there was no time for that. You slowly started with explaining yourself to him. - “If it did pretend that it is that old lady..." - You whispered and his eyes widened.

"It can find a new host. It can kill again." - Steve completed your sentence and you nodded at him. The situation was bad. If the Demogorgon would prey down another victim and if it would find a pattern to go with, you could be up for a pretty long play of hiding and seeking with the creature. 

And with that, you furrowed at each other. Nobody knew what you're talking about. Metamorphosis. Weird word, barely used around young people. So Dustin, who gave the phone to Lucas, stood in front of you, opening his palms and watched both of you with a worried expression, which brought everyone’s attention to him.

"Slow down, Hopper, and explain to us what's happening. I heard something about metamorphosis. How is it phasing then?" - At that moment, Robin asked. - "Why the hell you're even talking about metamorphosis? You're trying to look cool in front of the kids, guys?"

“What it even is?” - Max asked and everyone shut up for a minute before turning at her. Max wasn't the brightest or the most observant on mister Clarke’s classes, but that was completely okay.

"Metamorphosis is the most basic way to change your appearance by evolving. Butterflies do that - there are green, small caterpillars in the first place and after everything is done, only a butterfly remains. The completely changed their whole body structure to become something better. In Kafka’s novella, a human person changes into a big bug.” - He explained in a rushed, yet really calm tone. Max looked confused for a minute but then nodded as the two dots connected.

“And it seems to me that the Demogorgon could possibly use metamorphosis." - Dustin finished with a small smile. This was terrifying, yes, but fascinating at the time. Just as with Dart. Once again, you watched that child's face in awe; how could someone so young possibly be so smart? What were the odds? He was basically the opposite of Steve sitting by your side.

“So, you're trying to tell that the Demogorgon could be a pupe at some point to evolve?” - Mike asked in a really ironic tone, looking at Dustin. - “Come on.”

“Unfortunately, my friend, not necessarily. Do you remember Mystique in Uncanny X-Men number 170?” - He asked him. - “Mystique is that blue-ish girl?” - Max peeped from the other side of the room. She loved princess Diana as Wonder Woman, but of course, she knew Marvel heroines as well.

“Exactly that one. She is shifting her visual appearance to look like other people. The skillset she possesses is named...” - “Metamorphosis.” - You finished. - “And think about this, guys. If the Demorgogon evolved the ability to metamorphose itself, it could most likely look like an old, weird lady.”

“Exactly. She was hella weird, but you would describe her as strange and let her be.” - Steve nodded at Dustin, clearly being proud of him. 

“But how it could copy her appearance? Is that even possible? Because the Demogorgon doesn't exactly have the eyes to like... Scan her look.” - Nancy stood up and poured herself a glass of ice-cold water. This was too much to take in. Just way too much. She would even accept some Vodka at that point.

For a moment, there was silence until Robin stood up and looked at everyone as if they were complete idiots even if she was fully silent until that very moment. 

“You didn't hear what Steve and Hopper repeated almost five times?” - She looked at everyone and clapped loudly. - “It was feeding on her corpse the whole time. What if it wasn't hungry?” 

“You mean that it copied the lady’s DNA structure and shifted directly to look like her? That is insane, even for a sci-fi movie.” - Mike stood as well. Almost everyone was standing on their feet like if it was helping them think. 

“We have a shape-shifting Demogorgon and you say that copying her DNA after it ate her flesh is too crazy to be happening, you dingus?” - Steve asked Mike ironically. - “I am not a dingus, but this is just crazy.” - Mike yelled back and that was where Max’s boyfriend got involved. - “It was always crazy, Mikey. Do you still remember the time your girlfriend had some telepathic abilities? That is just reality!” 

“Okay, children!” - You stood up and yelled over them, looking at everyone with a furrow. - “Now sit your asses down and let’s just establish that we have a shape-shifting Demogorgon that eats meat so it knows the structure of DNA of what it is changing into running around Hawkins. Over. That is not everything.” - You spoke in a firm voice. From a moment to moment, everyone could see that you and Jim were actually related. Your, normally smiling and gentle, face turned into the face of Satan as you watched everyone down. Without further ado, everyone shut up and sat down, Max’s boyfriend and Dustin changed place in holding the phone again. 

“Will you let me continue or anyone has anything to say?” - You stood in the head of the table so everyone could be looking at you.

“You are looking better. The coffee really helped, nice to see.” - Dustin smiled at you happily and you just exhaled voice, being almost fed up with that chaotical group calling each other names. How any of them could survive the first Demogorgon was more and more mysterious to you with each passing moment.

“I meant if you had something meaningful to add to the subject.” - You asked in a cold tone and Dustin’s smile just went wilder. For a moment, there was complete silence in the room, so you started to speak again. - “Alright then, let’s move on. We saw the Demogorgon, but its primary goal wasn't to kill me.” 

“How do you know?” - Robin asked, looking at you.

“Because I am standing in front of you on my own feet, speaking with you. There was a delay between it caught my forearm and Steve shooting at it. It had enough time to bite my head off and yet, it didn't.” - You sat back between Steve and Nancy, everyone still watching you. - “It showed me... Something. This is crazy, but it weirdly communicated with me.” 

“It was showing Hopper to you?” - Mike asked confusedly. You shook your head. 

“It did, at least... I think. It was just a small moment. But it showed me something else. This is going to sound so stupid, but I think that it tried to... Warn me.” - You looked at everyone. 

“Will asks about what.” - Dustin asked and you looked at him.

“Okay, so it caught my forearm and when I thought it is going to kill me, I felt so sold that I opened my eyes. I don't know how it did it, but we were in a really cold biome full of snow and ice, some mountains possibly, in the woods, looking at a military camp hidden under the ground. But it wasn't the Demogorgon, as you call it, holding my hand. I think that it was the... How you call it? The Shadow Monster?” - You looked at the others. Even Steve was confused at that moment, he didn't know that any of that happened. 

“The Mind Flayer was showing you a military camp? Could it be in Alaska, possibly?” - Nancy asked and sipped on her water. You got quiet for a small amount of time and then shook your head. - “No. I am ninety percent sure of that. I would recognize the uniforms and technology. This wasn't in America.” 

“And what happened next?” - Mike asked with his mouth opened up, being completely caught up in your story. You looked at him and exhaled before continuing.

“It took me inside, we were basically going through the walls like Casper the Friendly Ghost, and we stopped in a hall full of cells. They were clearly holding many people in there. And when they opened it up, there was a man with long hair and beard, greasy, tired, beaten up. I think it was Jim because he looked at me. I saw his eyes and maybe... He saw me as well.” - You whispered, almost breaking into tears again. Steve was watching the profile of your face, smoothing you over your shoulder.

“You think that it was Hopper because he looked at you for a second? How can you even say that? You can’t be sure about that just like that.” - Max’s boyfriend asked and laughed unbelievably after that.

“A quick question.” - Nancy interrupted him. - “Would you recognize your mom if I gave you only a picture of her eyes?” 

“Probably yes, why?” - He answered with an unsure grimace. Nancy rose her eyebrows at him. - “Because Jim is like a father to Y/N. She knows him the whole life, so I think it is more than sure that she would recognize his gaze between many others. Now shut up already and let continue, Lucas.” - She shushed him down, turning at you again. You gave her an unsure smile, fidgeting your fingers. 

“Then it took me deeper. Into the base floor. There was a huge red tear in the wall shining with some... Red light or what. For a moment, it was completely silent, but just before men dressed in leather suits came into the room. They had MSGs probably, I didn't recognize the type of gun. After that, some huge machine was activated, sending a huge blue beam into the wall.” - At that moment, you were sobbing again, because of the horrific memories going through your head. 

At that point, everyone in the room was completely breathless, watching you. It was terrifying, surely it was, but everyone was curious about what happened next, so you could make sense out of it together.

“And Demogorgons started to crawl out of it. Not one... Or two. It was a pack of six or seven. And the men shot at them, making them crawl into some other door.” - You swoop away the tears. - “Whoever is doing that, they are clearly keeping the Demogorgons in their base and I think that they might be... Training them or trying to understand their species.” - You leaned your head into Steve’s shoulder subconsciously and nobody even commented that, since you were on the edge of falling into the shock or fainting at that moment again, blood dripping from your nose again.

“Will asks if you... Hear a voice inside your head. Or if you have some memories that don't belong to you, impulses, feelings you’ve never felt before... Anything.” - Dustin asked silently as Steve hugged you and brought you closer, warming you up by rubbing your shoulders. You were as cold as ice.

“No. I think that I am just scared, that's all. Or at least, I hadn't noticed anything.” - You answered, wiping the blood away again. 

“I don't think that Mind Flayer made a spy out of Hopper. Do you feel cold?” - Mike asked you suddenly. Everyone was slowly standing up, except Steve, slowly getting away. 

“What?” - You asked in confusion. 

“A simple yes or no question. Do you feel cold?” - Mike asked you again, slowly turning the heater up as if he was looking for something on you. 

“I am cold like fuck, Michael. I am not flayed.” - You told him unbelievably. - “She’s freezing.” - Steve nodded when he held your fingers in his hand. 

“The Mind Flayer likes it cold. We will just test the theory out, we will close the windows and heat the room, okay?” - Dustin asked you carefully. You turned your head to Nancy, who told you that you should do it. For the sake of the children believing what you’ve just said to them.

So they left you to fall asleep under three blankets after drinking a cup of completely hot tea, turning the heater on while they were talking to Will, Joyce, Johnathan, and Eleven on the other side of the phone line. After you slept for an hour without showing any signs of being flayed, they slowly started to go home with only one thought in their heads - there was a new type of Demogorgon in hiding in Hawkins. 

Intelligent and dangerous as ever. 

The Shapeshifter.

[movedyourchair505]

Suck It and See, You Never Know - Part Two (request)

I honesty cannot believe that Part One of this got 170+ notes at this point but when I got the first request, people voted over and over for it and I’m so happy that people liked it so much and thanks for the anon who suggested it in the first place and the anon now requesting a part two. It took me a while to come up with something because I figured the expectations for a part two to my most popular imagine would be quite high. I hope this lives up to them. I also tried to incorporate this anon’s idea as well but will also do so other fics. As you can imagine, smut ahead. ♥

(Part Three)

"Here, try this, babeh."

You laughed when another dress flew over the door of the changing room. "How much more did you get?" You asked, smoothing out the dress you were wearing, looking into the mirror.

"Onleh a few items..." he said with a chuckle.

You had only picked up a few dresses to try on but as you'd sent him off to get one of them you liked in a different size for you, he'd announced he'd found some more items he wanted to see you in. Of course you weren't complaining. If he was going to buy you a nice dress or two, you would ask his opinion and wear some items purely because he liked them. You wanted him to think you looked good, you wanted him to stare at you. There was nothing better than being out and catching him stare at you across the room, undressing you with his eyes. He had no idea how irresistible he looked with those bedroom eyes, biting his lip, all of him fixated on you.

"I'm coming out" you told him and slowly pushed the door open, stepping out.

His eyes scanned your body from head to toe, his pouty lips turning into a mischievous smile. "Damn, babeh..." He rasped. "Yehr definiteleh gettin' tha'..."

You spun around so he could admire your body from all angles. You felt good in this dress, it was your favourite colour, tight and accentuated the best parts of your body. "You like it that much?"

He nodded. "Fook, I do, darlin'..." he said. "Want teh take yeh out and show yeh off like tha'..."

You came to face him again, rolling your eyes. "That's really all you care about, isn't it?" You teased with a dramatic sigh before stepping back into the changing room.

He slapped your ass before you could close the door behind yourself and clicked his tongue. "No, babeh, I care about yeh feelin' good. And yeh can definiteleh feel good in tha' little fing. Love how yehr bodeh looks in it."

You smiled to yourself, pulling the dress over your head and wiggling out of it, neatly hanging it back on the hanger. "I'll take it then. What's next?"

"Here" he said and another dress which you somehow managed to catch flew in over your head. You looked at it, smirking.

"This is very ... revealing."

"Yeh don't 'ave teh wear it out in public if yeh don't want teh..." He told you. "Wear it when yeh're at me place, when I'm at yehrs..."

"You know I haven't got a problem wearing something revealing out in public" you chuckled as you removed it from the hanger and pulled down the zipper carefully, stepping into it and tugging it up to adjust it. "Just interesting to find out what you'd like to see me in."

Alex chuckled. "Now tha's no secret, luv, now is it?"

"I guess not" you laughed. "Can you help me with the zipper?"

"Of course" he said. "Show yehrself."

You grinned and stepped out, turning around so he could zip you up.

"Mmm, I alreadeh like the looks of tha'..." He said as he stepped closer to you, sprawling his large hand out to grip your hip and taking the zipper, pressing kisses up your back and letting the zipper follow until he reached the back of your neck and you could feel his breath tickling your skin. His hand brushed down over your ass before he stepped back, leaving you craving more of his hands on your body, sighing.

You turned around to face him, smiling. "What are we thinking?"

He chuckled, biting his lip. "Conflicted..." he said as if he was pondering his judgement.

"Conflicted? You picked this tiny thing for me" you laughed, shaking your head at him.

"Not like tha'..." he said. "Yeh look so 'ot, I just want teh take it reyht back off yeh..."

You smirked. "Why don't you?" You teased, stepping closer to him, cupping the back of his neck and pulling his face close to yours.

He swallowed visibly. "Because weh're ... in a public place" he said slowly.

You raised your eyebrows at him, letting your hand wander down his chest. "Mmm and when has that ever stopped you?" You asked.

He leaned closer to you, laughing it off and shaking his head. "Yeh realleh are insatiable, darlin'."

"Alex..." you coaxed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Are you telling me you're not hard right now?"

His eyes grew wide at your blunt words and he trembled, placing his hand against the door of the changing room to steady himself, his hand gripping at the wood. "Careful, babeh..."

You gave him a sultry look, letting your hand travel down his body but as you reached his abdomen, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "Hey" you said with a pout.

"Yeh're such a tease..." he said, biting his lip but stepping back. "Get back in there and show meh the last dress, eh?"

"Oooo" you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows at the demanding tone in his voice. "I like a man in charge" you teased.

He didn't smile back at you, just raised an eyebrow at you in question. Fuck, he was so hot. And you knew exactly what he was doing. Despite your little jokes, he was aware of how much this turned you on, him being so dominant.

"I-I still need you to undo the zipper" you said, biting your lip and turning around again, squeaking in surprise when his arm wrapped around you from behind and pulled your body flush against him and you let out a hum of satisfaction when you felt his hard-on press into your ass.

He pushed your hair out of the way and over your shoulder and slowly pulled down the zipper. And then, he was gone again, taking the warmth of his body away from you.

You sighed and made sure to sway your ass when you walked back into the changing room, closing the door slowly. Another dress landed on top of the door and you pulled it down to look at. "Alexander, this is not a dress."

You waited for another justification or alternative like before, but there was silence for a moment.

"I'm waitin'."

You shook your head. That fucking man. With a sigh, you stepped out of the dress you were wearing and hung it back up. The last item he had picked out for you was indeed not a dress. It was a black one-piece of lingerie. A hot mess of lace and transparent material and you bit your lip before taking off your bra you were wearing but keeping on the thong. "Alex, you'll have to come inside for this" you warned him.

"Are yeh done yet?" He asked.

"No, I'm just saying" you told him as you could hear voices outside now, slowly stepping into the hot item of clothing and pulling it up your body, securing the straps over your shoulders and adjusting your breasts inside the cups. You looked at yourself in the mirror, posing and turning a little. You looked hot in this and just the thought of showing him, seeing his reaction made your skin tingle.

"What's takin' so long?" He asked quietly and you could hear was closer to the door.

"All done" you said and stepped away from the door.

He opened it slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind him absently as his eyes fell on you. "Fook, doll..." he muttered. "Yeh look ... fuckin' exquisite..."

Now colour creeped into your cheeks and you looked down, chewing on your bottom lip. "You think so?" You asked.

"Yes, babeh..." he said slowly and you watched his large hands come down slowly on your hips, pulling you close to him and nudging your nose lightly with his before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

You sighed against his lips, cupping his face for a moment to pull him closer, making sure this kiss would last and returned it needily, your heart fluttering when you heard a low moan from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him, deepening the kiss.

His hands roamed your sides, feeling your body over the lace, gripping tighter at you as his lips moved more eagerly on yours. With your body so close up against his, you could feel him pressing hard into your thigh, smirking into the kiss.

"You sure like this a lot, don't you?" You teased, drawing back from the kiss to press soft kisses down his jaw before settling on a spot on his neck, sucking gently on his skin.

He breathed shakily. "Mmm, would beh crazeh not teh, darlin' ... yeh look fookin' phenomenal."

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on it. "And I'm all yours" you promised, biting down gently on his neck.

He groaned, letting one of his hands travel down your body, pushing your legs apart and taking a step forward to back you up against the wall, making you moan softly against his neck when his fingers brushed against your folds, only the thin material separating your bare skin from his rough fingertips.

You were aching for his touch, bucking your hips towards his fingers, making him chuckle. You lifted your head, looking up at him with a pleading look in your eyes. "Please, Alex..." You whispered.

He smirked, pressing his fingers against your heat before tugging his thumb into the material from the side and pushing it to the side to give him access to your dripping entrance. "Damn, babeh..." He drawled. "Yeh're so wet for meh..."

You whimpered, pushing your hips forward, growing more needy. "A-All for you..." you whispered.

"Turns yeh on teh beh so naughteh in public, yeah?" He asked, rubbing at your entrance, spreading the wetness around. He was ruining the lingerie and you would have to buy it but you didn't care, moaning softly as you watched his hand between your legs, his fingers toying with you. "What if someone 'ears yeh? Yeh always get so loud for meh, doll..."

You swallowed, begging him with your eyes.

He smirked, catching you off guard and making you gasp when suddenly he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up, only to sit you down on the small chair in the corner of the changing room.

"Alex!"

Before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, gripping the underside of your thighs to pull them up and place your legs on his shoulders, leaning forward and pressing wet kisses to your clit, sucking it into his mouth slightly, making you cry out instantly, your hands gripping at his hair.

"A-Alex, fuck..." you whimpered, the sudden stimulation ovewhelming you. "O-Oh..."

He chuckled against your hot skin, his tongue toying with your clit while he brought his hand down on top of your thigh to hold your legs apart as they shook and ached to close around his neck.

Within a minute, he had reduced you to a moaning mess with just a few movements of his incredible tongue, fingers tangled into his hair, your head resting against the wall, eyes shut tightly as he was licking at you.

"Alex..." you whimpered.

"Yes, babeh?"

"Please ... m-more..."

"What do yeh want, princess?"

"N-Need your f-fingers, baby..."

He chuckled, moving one hand down your thigh, his fingertips once again brushing against your entrance. "Want meh teh fill yeh, babeh?"

"Please..."

"Since yeh asked so niceleh..." he said, stuffing two fingers deep inside you, making you snap open your eyes and moan desperately, tugging harshly on his hair.

"Alex, o-oh fuck..." you moaned.

"Shhh, babeh..." he said, curling his long fingers inside you, burying them to the knuckle, his tongue still teasing your clit. "Got teh beh quiet..." he teased before adding more pressure, starting to pump his fingers fast inside you.

You cried out, muffling your moans with your hand pressed to your mouth but it was hopeless. He was driving you absolutely mad, making your walls flutter around his fingers fucking you deeply.

"Yeh're close alreadeh, aren't yeh?" He teased.

You nodded eagerly, his eyes focused now on his hands holding you in place as you were trapped by them. "S-So close ... no!" You cried out when he suddenly pulled his fingers out and leaned back, leaving you feeling empty and desperate, your shaking legs moving off his shoulders. "Alex, please..."

"Stand up, babeh..."

You pouted, looking up at him with big eyes as you slowly stood up, not entirely stable on your feet. He knew just how crazy he drove you when he left you on the edge but you didn't know how much you could take right now.

Alex smirked and unbuckled his belt before sitting down on the chair himself, gripping your hips and guiding you to sit down in his lap, remaining fully dressed.

You licked your lips, eagerly pulling down his pants and pulling out his large cock, giving him a few tugs but taking your sweet time. You were needy but there was always time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Babeh, fuck ... please..."

"Mmmm, made a mistake letting me be on top" you chuckled, your legs tightly squeezing around his in an attempt to hold yourself there. "What ever happened to your doubts because we were in public?"

"F-Fook, I swear..."

You tightened your grip on him, slowly moving your hand over his shaft. "Yes? Are you asking me nicely too?" You were a sucker for his eyes when they were full of lust, his face scrunched up with pleasure, his beautiful features making you weak.

"Please..." he begged, looking back at you desperately.

You hummed and shuffled closer to him in his lap, lifting your hips and pushing aside the material of the lingerie, sucking in a sharp breath when you allowed yourself to sink down on him.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut and he pushed up his hips to bury his cock deep inside you, his hands gripping your hips tight still as you placed your hands on his shoulders so steady yourself and began rolling your hips, whimpering at how sensitive you were as he filled you up. You moaned loudly, lifting off him but he slammed you right back down on him, guiding your hips as you started bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning loudly.

He moved to kiss you, covering your mouth with his to muffle your moans. "Shhh, babeh..." he mumbled into the kiss.

"A-Alex..." you whimpered. "You're going to m-make me ... f-fuck..."

"Hold on for meh, darlin..." he groaned, his hands gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your skin. "Want teh come wif yeh..."

You cried out, pulling back from the kiss and covering his jaw and neck with kisses, pressing yourself close to him and bringing your lips to his ear, nibbling at his skin as you continued working your hips on him, each stroke of his throbbing cock pushing you closer to the edge and you clung onto him. "Baby, you feel so good inside me" you moaned. "Filling me up so good..."

He gasped and you could tell he was getting closer, the movements of his hips becoming erratic as he bucked his hips up inside you, groaning. "F-Fuck..."

"Come for me, baby ... come inside me..."

"I'm g-gonna..." he choked out.

"I want it."

"Ahhh ... f-fook..." His hips snapped up again and he buried himself deep inside you, moaning against your shoulder, biting down on your skin as you felt his hot release coating your walls deep inside, triggering your orgasm.

You trembled, holding on to him as you felt the pleasure wash over you, whimpering soft praises of his name as he pulsed inside you, your walls contracting around him.

"F-Fook, darlin'..." he panted, moving his fingers gently through your hair to brush it back from your hair, giving you a loopy smile.

A giggle bubbled from your lips. "Mmmm, you just can't keep it in your pants" you teased him. "Not even when I'm supposed to be trying on clothes."

He nudged your nose playfully with his. "Shut up, babeh..." he laughed, bucking his hips up for a moment, making you gasp and tighten your hold on his shoulder, your walls oversensitive.

"You fucking..."

"Shh" he said and silenced you with a soft kiss.

You sighed and cupped the side of his face, kissing him back lovingly. You couldn't possibly understand now how you had ever been okay with your arrangement that you'd had when first starting to hook up. He was so much more than just a good lover, so much more than his money and his fame. And you had grown to appreciate it all, wanting to find out more, spend so much more time with him, be it having dinner, watching TV together or just talking.

"Mmm, babeh..." he hummed as he pulled back. "Evereh deh I fall deeper in love wif yeh, tha knows..."

You sighed, nodding slowly and stroking his cheek. "And I don't know how I never realised how much I wanted this" you said, smiling.

He smiled back at you, pecking your lips again.

"Mmm, we should probably ... get out of here" you laughed, lifting your hips slowly, letting his cock slip out of you. "F-Fuck..." you sighed and stood up on your shaky legs, feeling his release run down your thighs.

"I should 'ave some paper tissues" he said, standing up as well and reaching into the pocket of his jacket, fishing one out of the pack and bending down to wipe your legs for you.

"T-Thanks..." you said. "Get out of here and let me change" you added with a laugh, knowing if you undressed in front of him now, you would never get out of here.

"Aye, aye!" He laughed, pulling up and fixing his trousers, leaning in to give you a short but intense kiss that took your breath away for a moment, leaving you wanting more when he exited the changing room.

You took off the lingerie which you could now confirm needed to be bought. You put on your bra and pulled your dress you had been wearing over your head, stepping into your heels, needing a moment to steady yourself, your knees still weak. You grabbed your handbag and stepped out of the changing room, shifting uncomfortable. You could still feel your wetness and his sticky release oozing out of you.

"So, weh're takin' all them fings, yeah?"

Your eyes widened. "Alex, I ... you don't..."

"Shhh, no, I liked it all. Yeh did too, reyht?"

You sighed, looking down. Ever since you had actually commited to each other and started dating, you were more hesitant to let him pay for so much. You still liked him getting you nice things but sometimes, he went over the top. The dresses and the lingerie were far too much all together. "Are you sure, darling?"

He nodded, grabbing all the clothes from the changing room and you blushed when you realised the cashier would have to scan the lingerie piece. Alex wrapped his free arm around you from the side, kissing your cheek and leading you to get into the small line by the register.

When it was your turn and he placed everything down on the counter, he made sure to somehow cover the stain under a few other clothes and luckily, the cashier barely noticed.

You pressed yourself closer to Alex's side, peppering his neck with soft kisses. "Thank you so much, baby."

"For wha'?" He asked, turning his head and wiggling his eyebrows at you. "The shag or the clothes?" He added quiet enough for only you to hear.

Your cheeks flushed and you rolled your eyes at him. "Shut up."

[fleurdeliszt]

this is ALL @abunnycotton ‘s fault. Pls direct all ur anon hate at her 

For those confused, it’a sequel to this https://kimcottonbear.tumblr.com/post/183332179653/so-this-is-all-abunnycotton-s-fault-she-wanted

Also it should go without saying that this is a work of fiction. There's a a lot of bad stuff in here and if you ever meet a guy like this irl, run.

Warnings : emotional manipulation, abuse

//

“Don't you think that idol from XX company is creepy?” (+34, -1560)

“ㅋㅋㅋㅋ you mean the leader of the new boy group yeah he has serial killer vibes” (+20, -1005)

“YALL MUST be kidding bc that is an actual angel??” (+2070, -12)

“What do i-fans know of Koreans? ㅋㅋ go back to your country instead of leaving comments on Naver” (+17, -172)

“His eyes are so cold it's like he has no soul” (+23, -78)

“that's kind of my type tbh” (+268, -89)

“Aren't those all XX idols? Their company idols are all robots” (+134, -76)

//

There are downsides to letting you debut. For one thing you're very much in the public eye and it makes it very difficult for him to reach you.

For another it has encouraged unsavory individuals delusional fantasies about how you belong to them.

//

“they say if you stalk XX gg you will die” (+451, -170)

“lol wtf” (+781, -53)

“you shouldn't be stalking anyone in the first place (+1704, -5)

“No but really, it's just one member.” (+561, -351)

“this is ridiculous you're all idiots, stop stalking celebs and get a life” (+2718, -198)

//

“Hyung.”

He turns around.

The same boy who 5 years ago grinned at him carefree and happy now has an odd expression on his face.

He smiles, settling down on the sofa and beckoning the younger boy closer.

To his amusement, the boy merely flinches.

“Is there something wrong?” His tone is gentle, and the wounded expression on the boy's face grows.

“It's nothing hyung.”

//

Recently he's found it difficult to focus. It might have to do with the numerous articles being released about you.

It might have to do with your rising popularity. Or your recent dating scandal.

Or the fact that you were no longer under his control.

His and your schedules barely ever overlapped and he found it increasingly irritating that you had a world tour coming up in the next few weeks.

He himself had his musicals and various other projects and was just plainly too busy to bother with you, but--

But.

It was infuriating and agitating for things to not go his way.

He would clench his teeth and bear it for a while. But not for too long.

//

There is another award show tonight.

He's sick of them.

Yet, he smiles at the cameras as he always does and locks eyes with you for a beat longer than necessary.

Lights blink and flash wildly around the both of you as you bashfully duck your face and turn away. He lets a smile touch his lips.

//

A magazine falls in front of him.

‘Netizens suspect popular boy group member A to be dating labelmate,’ the headline seems to jump out at him. He hides his smile behind his mug of coffee.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow at his group member, “What's this?”

“Trashy rumors,” his fellow member sniggers, “But manager still wants to talk you. Don't get into trouble hyung.”

A pause and then,

“It's not real, is it?”

He stands up and walks to the door to meet his manager without answering the question.

//

You sit there, tears overflowing onto your cheeks.

You have never looked more beautiful to him. He wants to wipe away the tears and kiss the tear tracks, all the way up to your lips. However, there are other important matters to attend to.

Like the disappointed looks your managers are aiming at you both.

“Why are you harassing her over some netizen comments?” His voice is cold.

“You know it's not like that,” his manager hastily assures him, “It'd be fine if it's just random comments. But somebody's been leaking pics of both of you. It looks bad.”

Of course it did. He leaked them himself.

The crying by his side gets louder.

“This is such a bad time to be in a scandal,” your manager sighs,”Couldn't you have been a little more careful?”

“We aren't dating!” You exclaim, “Please explain to them,” you beseech him and he sighs.

“We aren't dating,” he repeats and both the managers give you incredulous looks.

“You're kissing her forehead here,” he points it out at you, and you turn crimson.

“We're friends.” Your denial irritates him to no extent, but it doesn't matter. At least, not now.

“You can release a statement saying as such. That we're really close or something.”

Your manager sighs. “So much trouble over nothing. Nobody will believe this we're just friends excuse. At this point I wish you were dating. It'd be easier to explain.”

“We'll discuss it with the CEO. You'll probably be called soon as well.”

He ducks his head in apology even though he can't stop the smile stretching his lips.

//

To his irritation, his company just chooses not to acknowledge the issue.

It blows over after a while, like everything always does in the entertainment industry.

It does have added unwanted effect of making your popularity skyrocket.

You're casted on more shows, more collaborations. Your talent is finally recognized, as countless people comb through your fancams to find flaws and instead find an honestly endearing girl.

The nation is smitten.

Fantastic, he thinks bitterly, sipping his coffee.

//

“Do you think hyung is dating her?”

“They seem close.”

“Do they really though? They barely ever hang out after that news release of him and her.”

“Should I ask her out then?”

“Are you insane? What if hyung knows?”

“What does it matter to him? It's not like they're dating.”

His fingers dig into his palms so hard he can see indents.

//

It's time for drastic measures.

//

He didn't want to do it. Not really. He liked maintaining status quo.

You forced his hand though. Quite impudent of you, but that's why he liked you.

//

Your world tour is next week.

He's at your place, not the dorms, your actual house, where you lived with your parents.

“I didn't know you needed that music file so urgently!” You look bashful,”I thought I could take the demo home and practice a bit.”

“Yes well, it's the only copy so we need it.” It's the only copy because he has deleted other copies but you didn't need to know that.

“Please wait a minute,” your entire face is crimson and he likes it. A lot.

You hand over the USB to him, hesitating. He knows you like him. He knows you want him to spend a little longer at your place. He knows and yet he waits for you to speak.

“Uh- do you want to eat or drink something?”

Perfect. He smiles politely at you, nodding as you disappear into the kitchen.

It's time.

//

Your scream sounds like music to him and as it's abruptly cut off he sighs. Oh well.

Arranging his face into concern and fear, he moves quickly to spot you lying at the bottom of the stairs, your leg sprawled at an unnatural angle.

He had to actively stop his smile because this had gone exactly, if not better than his plans.

//

He rushes you to the hospital.

//

“He was at her place lol how much more proof do we need” (+5647, -234)

“I'm so worried for her, it looks like she really will have to take a break, her leg looks bad” (+1236, -367)

“what a bitch lol inviting guys to her place. Bet he's not the first one” (+657, -200)

“will her concert schedules be okay, I got the tickets after so long now I can't see her” (+749, -137)

//

He refuses to leave the hospital.

Even though it's him that's the reason for all of this, he feels an unfamiliar niggling in his heart.

Guilt.

It's for your own good, he tells himself sternly.

He's just not sure he believes it anymore.

//

“He stayed here all night.”

“What?” You almost sit up, but the pain that shoots through your broken leg makes you whimper.

“Don't push yourself,” your leader smiles, “He must really like you, though.”

“He's just guilty probably,” you sigh. “That's just like him though, to feel guilty over things that are out of his control.”

“Do you want to see him?”

“Am I allowed to?” You pout, “They probably won't let him in because it'd cause a bigger issue.”

“Leave that to your unnie,” she grins at you, and you grin back, feeling lucky to be so loved.

//

“Hi,” he waves at you, a bit awkward, and so very handsome that you blush.

“Hi,” you smile back, feeling like a 14 year old once again.

“Is that… Are you feeling okay?”

“I am,” you smile, “I'm glad I hadn't broken my neck. The doctor said it's a very real possibility.”

He looks alarmed.

“It didn't happen!” You wave your arms at him, laughing, “I'm fine now.”

“But you would have...died.” The last word is a quiet whisper.

You shrug, trying to make light of it despite your fingers trembling against your sheets. “It didn't happen so, don't worry about it.”

He looks at your a moment, and pulls you into a sudden embrace.

“I couldn't bear to lose you.”

Your heart pitter-patters in your chest. He's so close to you, you can feel his warm breath washing across your neck, his large hands that grasp your waist, the lingering scent of last night's cologne mixed with something more him.

“I really wouldn't survive losing you,” he whispers, and your head spins with the implications of his words.

He pulls back, his eyes bright with intensity. “I love you.”

//

“So they were dating.”

“I'm glad I didn't ask her out, hyung would have murdered me.”

//

IS this over? Idk.. Did he change in those last few minutes of the story? Uh no.. He’still crazy, hes probably always going to be that way lol unless he gets help. I was really really really inspired by Toma from amnesia (if any of u have played that pls feel free to hit me up!!! Absolutely in love with Shin and uhh Toma sgdjdk pls don’t judge) I haven't had this urge to write in so longgg omg 

[a-tired-bass]

Every 7th question of that huge ask meme :D

Hooo boy here we go. I’m gonna pop this behind a read more cause holy fuck it’s long. Apparently almost 2500 words all up

7 - Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality:

My zodiac is Capricorn. A google tells me that supposedly, Capricorn’s are ambitious, conservative, determined, practical and helpful. I would say I am approximately 2-3.5 of those things at any one time. Given that the average would be slightly above 2.5, I would say it fits me well enough :P

14 - Do you wear contacts/glasses?

No vision correction for me, I have perfect eyesight. Well, so much as ‘perfect eyesight’ is defined for a person. My visual acuity is above the average healthy human eyes.

21 - What’s your sexual orientation?

Heteroromantic. Demisexual.

28 - Where are you from?

Born and raised in Sydney. Lived my entire life in the same city. I’ve travelled a bit and would love to live elsewhere (I don’t count my brief occupancy in the Hunter Valley as living there)

35 - Say 3 facts about your personality:

Oh fuck.... I tend to be quite disparaging of myself, as evidenced by the fact that I couldn’t think of a single thing upon reading this question. Otherwise... I’m a very closed person? I guess? I don’t open up easily, so it’s really nice when I find someone who I can click with immediately. I especially enjoy the company of people who like ot talk a lot, since I really don’t talk that much. I love listening to people’s voices. Finally... God I don’t know. I don’t analyse my own personality that often. Generally it’s other people who are looking at that. I’m just me. That is who I am. I’m not going to change who I am to fit someone else’s expectations. I have to do what is right for me. 

42 - What you want to be when you “get older”

The simplest answer is happy. I want to not have to rely on medication to maintain a semblance of reality. I want to share my life with someone who wants to share theirs with me. I want to travel to places I’ve never been, just to see the beautiful things in the world. I want to not have to worry about working just to maintain a decent level of living. I want to fall asleep every night holding someone I love.

I just want to be happy. I have no other lasting aspirations

49 - Do you have any phobias?

Falling. I’m absolutely terrified by it. Heights don’t bother me in the slightest, but falling, especially free-falling, panics me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I find abseiling quite terrifying if I don’t trust the mounting point, something usually only earnt through pushing through it once. When rock-climbing, I can’t stand to be belayed by someone I don’t trust. If I’m bouldering, despite the mere like, 2m drop, I’ll downclimb to at least half way if I have the strength to so I don’t have to jump down. I hate falling. There are only 2 nightmares that have ever stuck with me for more then a few days, and 1 of them is falling. I just can’t do it.

56 - What are three things most people don’t know about you?

Fuck I don’t know. I overshare a bunch a lot of the time. But there are still loads of things I don’t tell people, generally because I don’t see them as worth telling. My story isn’t that interesting, I haven’t done anything marvelous. I’m just... an average person. I have mental health problems. I fall on the ASD spectrum. I have severe body image issues. I have an incredibly high lung capacity, but incredibly bad oxygen transmission. I’ve technically died. I started school early, and was offered the ability to skip grades (Never did, glad of that), as I’d begun to work on early high school level materials in year 2 and 3. I miss my old baritone voice, when I had a range of almost 3 octaves. I’m completely right side dominant, hand, foot, and eye. Stuff, I guess.

63 - A quote you try to live by:

I can never remember quotes. Their essence stays in my head, but never what the actual quote is. Honeslty, while cheesy and obviously influenced by my upbringing, the one that comes to mind most is “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Yup, nice and churchy. But in seriousness, it’s a good maxim to live by. Everyone deserves politeness and respect until they’ve lost that priviledge.

70 - What is your favorite thing to do?

Another hard one. You truly have bombarded me. In the end, I think it’s play games WITH friends. Oh sure, sometimes I can’t stand being around people. Sometimes I want to play alone. But noting beats playing with friends, achieving progress side by side. It’s... immensely satisfying to me

77 - What is your least favorite word?

Cuckold...

84 - What’s your favourite scent? And on the opposite sex?

Fucked if I know. Scent’s are scents, and my nose is not terribly discerning. I like a lot of flowers or fruit scents. There are some lovely spices. Scents to me are defined as ‘this smells nice’ or ‘this smells bad’. If I had to pick something... Lavendar. It’s simple, but lovely.

91 - Say 2 facts about your favorite things:

I love music, but I tend not to like rap - I like my melody too much. Roleplaying Games - I love to put on another person’s skin, to slide into another persona. 

98 - The best and the worst childhood memories:

Look, I don’t remember much of my childhood. I don’t remember much of anything at all really. I purge a lot of my memories because I find it easier to live that way. I can pull up fragments of absolutely random stuff, but I couldn’t tell you where I learnt it. What I can dredge up says my favourite is one of my teachers. Ms Werner, back in primary. She was a wonderful teacher, and my the world would be improved if there were more people like her. I think the worst would have to be when I realised I had to cut off contact with a very long time friend of mine. We’d known each other for.... I want to say at least 10 years, of which 6 of them were as very close friends. He became someone I didn’t want to associate my life with. Someone I wouldn’t have been surprised if I read their name in an obituary report of some police activity.

105 - Top three places to visit:

Italy, duh. I’ve said so many times before. I would also love to go to Greece again, becasue I would love to meet you in person. Finally, Finland, because I’ve heard wonderful things about it

112 - If your best friend died, what would you do?

Be sad. Attend their funeral. Drink. Forget some. Live on. Be surprised that I’m the one attending theirs and them not attending mine.

119 - Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Yes, my last ex was older then me by a bit over a year. I’m also assuming family doesn’t count for this question.

126 - Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend:

Oh ooft. Well, uniformly my crushes have been on people shorter than me, because I think they’re cute. I’ve always preferred longer hair. They’d have to have a nice voice, that is paramount - I remember one girl who is an incredibly interesting person who I loved to talk to and almost developed a crush on many times online, but lost any interest the moment we spoke again in person because her voice just slightly grated on me. In personality? Kind, caring, accepting, loyal. Someone who desires physical contact as much as I do.

133 - Do you have a crush on anyone?

Yeah, but you already know that. I told you whilst I was drunk 

140 - Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

Absolutely. I mean, ignoring the fact that this could potentially mean any crying caused by someone else, and only related to those caused because of relationships, I have cried severely over them. I lost my voice for 2 days after my last break up from screaming out into the void

147 - Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

No. There are lines I will not cross.

154 - What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

I’d just really like a hug you know? I’m a closed person, and have always had trouble initiating hugs - I’m not good at judging when other people want physical contact. I’m always happy to recieve a hug, I just don’t give them out very often.

163 - Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Yes. What a despicable question.

170 - Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes. It’s... not an experience I ever wish to repeat, nor is it something I will ever forgive lightly agian.

Realised I got off track on numbers. Leaving those answers though

161 - Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

Not that I’m aware of. Would be thoroughly confused if there were though.

168 - The last time you felt jealous, and why?

Near the end of my last relationship. Don’t particularly want to go into detail about it. It involved violations of boundaries.

175 - A description of the person you dislike the most:

I don’t really dislike anyone that much? If I dislike someone, I forget about them. I remember a tall, gangly, greasy black haired mediterranean boy in high school who I despised because he was a bully, and would frequently bully me whenever we got on the train because he happened to get on/off at the same stop or nearby. But I couldn’t tell you any more about him.

182 - What kind of music you like?

Lots! Catchy tunes, glorious symphonies, orchestral works, It’s probably easier to list things I don’t typically like, which are screamo and rap, for typical genres.

189 - A book you want to read/have recently read:

I recently read George Orwell’s 1984. I went to a stage performance of it with a friend of mine and it really captured my mind, so I thought I’d read it to compare. The stage show was much more appropriate to our modern era, but the book still has really interesting concepts in it. Having experienced both though, and were I to only choose one to recommend or re-visit, I would definitely pick the stage production

196 - You’re given $10,000…under one condition: you cannot keep the money for yourself. Who would you give it to?

Easy, Jake. He’d split it with me and buy himself some nice stuff as well. Maybe my parents though, if I weren’t in a personal spending mood

203 - What the last party you went to was… and when the next will be…

God I don’t know. I don’t do parties much. A birthday late last year I think? Oh, Post Concert Parties count I guess? Though that’s generally just meeting at a pub and eating some food, getting a drink, and chatting about stuff after final performance. Next one... I guess i’m going on a trip with some mates later this month, which will probably involve at least a little bit of partying. Should be fun

210 - What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Nothing, my time is my own at the moment! Possibly sleeping, but it is still early. There are productive things I could be doing I guess - I need to clean a bit of the house, or do up a resume, or do some physical activity - but it’s late, i’m occupied with other things, and I’ll probably go to sleep soon. I’d prefer to stay in bed

217 - Do you believe in fate/destiny?

I believe in chance. I’d like fate or destiny to be a thing, even though that means our lives are pre-determined in at least some fashion or other, but honestly.... A set purpose would be nice

224 - How important you think education is?

As important as you make it. A basic education is invaluable. Higher education is... less useful, and shouldn’t be forced on anyone, but should always be offered

231 - Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance:

Oh fuck. Um. Here’s something I wrote long ago, I had to go find it, since i’d forgotten how it goes. I was pretty angry at the time - the man who killed my uncle was cleared of all charges. It’s dramatic and over-the-top and in no way actually representative of anything, but it rhymes nicely

And the fire burns deep insideAs the witness sees the liesThe traitors tongueHis falsehoods sungThe sordid crimes which he deniesThe jury stands, decision madeWhile the chatter of the crowd does fadeThe man who sawNow sees the lawAs nothing more than a false charade“The man goes free” the jury declaresFree to escape back to his lairsHis crimes ignoredEscapes the cordIt seems the world doesn’t really care

238 - What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that?

Boy oh boy could I talk about this one! I don’t want to though. In summary - my university choirs, because of my ex.

245 - What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about?

I can’t really think of something I’d be embarassed about. I guess ask for more hugs would apply though, since it’s something i’d feel weirdly guilty about.

252 - Do you hate anyone?

Yes. Dislike is different from hate. I will not go into detail about this.

259 - Do you care if people talk badly about you?

A little bit, yeah. I don’t really like it when people are dissapointed in me, or label me with things I’m not, or assume my actions or what I say are negative. It’s worse especially when people are vehement about it and don’t try to explain what they’re feeling or actually think about it and why.

266 - Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Oh yes. I can’t remember her name though. She was a princess in some novel, and was descendant partially from dryads. It’d be nice to find that book again, that would be some nostalgia

And that’s everything! So many questions!!! Good fun though :D

[dramamomma56]

What is the Wheel Education Marketplace?

My father taught me to diversify and I credit him with any time I do so.

For instance, I wanted to become an actress when I finished college.  I had the talent, but my father encouraged me to get my teaching certificate so I had something to fall back upon.

I’m very glad he suggested it to me.  I enjoyed teaching even more than performing and that’s saying something!

Since my days in college, I use this suggestion all the time–create a play writing contest because there wasn’t one in existence for what I was needing (youth theater plays), create a youth theater company to provide more drama education opportunities for our community, spread our money over several stocks and bonds, etc.

I’ve been a Teacherspayteachers.com seller for two years.  I have no complaints with it at all. However…when an acquaintance suggested I look into The Wheel Education Marketplace as another website to sell my drama education products, I was intrigued.

When you begin your store, it’s addictive and you can become hyper focused on it and not realizing there are other education marketplaces out there in web which may be a good fit for you, too.

What is The Wheel Education Marketplace?

The Wheel Education Marketplace is a youngun’ created in 2017.  As of this writing, 170 sellers populate the website!

From their website: “The Wheel is an educational networking and resource marketplace that connects educators and students with knowledge, resources and tools to excel. Either digital or physical, each product is created to assist educators or students researching or preparing for a specific subject matter. The Wheel was founded by Michael de Main, a NSW Secondary Teacher.

The Wheel is a service designed for both Educators and Students to access educational resources to further their learning needs. Educators are able to share, and sell, resources they have produced and have the rights to distribute to other Educators. They are also able to share and sell directly to students, enabling them to develop broader knowledge of the topic they need assistance with. Students can access any resources for their own personal use or sell their old High School notes to the next cohort.”

Strengths of The Wheel Education Marketplace

I asked Michael De Maine what are the strengths of The Wheel.  He stated, “The ability to build your own email list so you can send emails (either via the site itself or using your own platform) and not rely on just a notification like TpT. Adding up to 5 of your own related resources rather than TpT suggested ones. If you have your own website then you can embed your resources which means you keep people on your site longer plus it’s faster and easier to do. Also that resources can be filtered right down to your state or province when filtering so you know what you’re using is right for your outcomes and locality.”

As a seller, I can email my followers.  That’s a wonderful asset!  In my opinion, to be able to communicate with my followers and share any new products  I have is worth the work of setting up a store.  An email list is absolutely vital to a store of this kind.

I asked a teacher/author Mathew Forman of ELA in Middle School what he thought of The Wheel, he said, “”I love the easy access to the administrative team! Always ready to help if I encounter a problem!” (I agree!)

I’m impressed with The Wheel (as I affectionately call it.) Michael de Main is interested in creating the best website he can offer and he does an excellent job of listening to his sellers.  I like that I can ask him a question and he answers it pronto.  That doesn’t always happen in other sites.

The Reasons to Diversify Where You Sell Your Products

My goal is to have all of my drama education lessons on The Wheel by September.  Lord knows if I’ll make it (I have over 200), but I’m gonna try.

I was researching the subject of the reasons to diversify where you sell your products and ran on to this great blog post from dearhandmadelife.com. Here is a bit of it.

       #1 Reach New Audiences and More People

Just like you wouldn’t only sell wholesale in ONE retail shop, limiting where you sell online to only one place can have you missing out on audiences that would have never known you otherwise!

Think of these places as advertisement for your product beyond immediate selling propositions. It is a new place to gain SEO. It’s a new place to have an influencer, gift guide or buyer stumble onto your product.

     #2 Weather Platform Ups and Downs

Whether it’s been good or bad for you, Etsy has become a very different place. It’s changed a lot. Same with the craft show scene. Even how wholesale is conducted has changed a lot in the last few years and continues to change!

These changes are inevitable. The good thing is that the more diversified your selling outlets are, the better chance you’ll have of weathering that. A platform like Amazon Handmade can help create a steady stream of sales, even if it doesn’t become your primary place to sell online.

      #3 Push a Growth Mindset

You should experiment and figure out what works for you.

This naturally stretches you and your business to help create a growth mindset. While putting yourself out there in a new avenue can feel intimidating, if you do it enough it becomes old hat. Other bigger challenges don’t seem so scary!

     #4 Understand Your Business from a New Perspective

Putting yourself into a new business avenue can give you perspective you never had! You can see your product through the eyes of new customers and better hone in on what you offer. Each interaction with new customers gives you a little bit more data about your product, marketing and service. This means better products and ways of selling.

Helpful, huh?

If you are interested in seeing a few of my Wheel Marketplace products, check them out here: DRAMAMOMMASPEAKS 

Hamilton, the Musical

Hugh Jackman Biography

In the Heights Musical

Costume Design with Fairy Tales

It Could Always Be Worse

The Brave Little Tailor

Growth Mindset Posters

Set Design Unit

Playwriting Lesson

Radio Theater Unit and Play

The good part of diversifying is that it is easy for me to pivot (which seems to be our buzz word for 2020) from one store to another.  In time, I will offer a product or two on the Wheel which you can not get anywhere else.  Of course, the challenging part is keeping up with everything, but that’s nothing new for me.

Do you sell products on line?  Do you sell them in several places?  I’d love to hear about your experiences.  Contact me at dhcbaldwin@gmail.com or DeborahBaldwin.net

What is The Wheel Education Marketplace? What is the Wheel Education Marketplace? My father taught me to diversify and I credit him with any time I do so.

[stagesofabreakup]

Stages of a Breakup: Week 33

1. Help your grandma’s friend set up a new computer she bought

2. Also try to help her backup her old one

3. She told the people at Dell when she bought the new computer that she “didn’t want” wifi, so they TOOK IT OFF THE COMPUTER, which you didn’t even know they could do

4. You’re working all night by Ethernet cord

5. The backup keeps failing because of a shadow copy timeout

6. You eat the world’s most intense grilled cheese that your Grandma’s friend (Winnie) makes for you

7. Google some stuff and get the backup to start

8. Winnie’s friend Joan comes over with nips of Ciroc and they talk and drink

9. You think being 75 in New York seems like the shit

10. Eat more cheese, now on crackers

11. Talk with Winnie and Joan for a while

12. Joan used to be a Private Investigator and she showed you her license and told you about how she used to look up all her daughter’s boyfriends

13. She mentions she is looking for someone to stay in her spare room on Roosevelt Island

14. You consider it, and let her know you have something until February but maybe after

15. You and Joan exchange numbers and make a tentative plan to have lunch/see the apartment on some weekend in the future

16. You were supposed to meet your friend but the backup has taken like three hours and still isn’t finished and now it’s too late to go to Harlem because also your friend has a real job

17. You just go home instead

18. Have one beer

19. Text your friend Charlie but he’s on a date (ooh la la!)

20. Try to got to sleep

21. Work from 12-6:00pm at the dance studio college job

22. Finish reading The Color Purple

23. It’s so good

24. Write like 15 pages in your journal

25. Count how many pages you’ve written in your journal in the past 3 weeks and it’s like 50

26. Decide to go to a mic after work in Brooklyn

27. Go straight there with your backpack and laptop and food bag

28. Get there after 45 minutes only to find out they switched it to a different night

29. Decide to go to a different one that’s back in Manhattan

30. Call first so you don’t make the same mistake twice

31. They don’t answer because it’s a bar

32. Decide to go anyway because what are the odds that’ll happen twice?

33. It does

34. Decide to go to your friend’s show that’s back in Brooklyn (thank god you have that unlimited Metrocard!) because you can’t just go home

35. She gets the doorguy to wave the 10$ cover

36. Watch all of your friends on the show

37. Laugh about periods

38. Be happy

39. Hang out for a TINY bit after the show but everyone just wants to go home

40. Go home

41. Work again

42. Start and finish one of the books from your favorite series

43. Agonize about going to your friend’s mic at 6:30 that’s intimidating and terrible when you’re already going to a different mic at 9:00pm

44. Go to the library

45. Check out some books and dvds!

46. Find a movie theatre you didn’t know was there!

47. Go home, drop stuff off, eat

48. Realllllyyyyyyy want to stay in and sleep and watch a library dvd

49. Email the hosts of the second mic you’re coming to reserve a spot and so you can’t back out

50. Walk 45 min there (Upper East Side-fancy)

51. Have the bouncer look at you for ONE second before saying, “Comedy’s in the back”

52. Go up

53. Have a great set

54. Hang around watching people

55. Run into your friend Mara

56. Take the train back with her

57. She decides to come to Philly with you this weekend, says she’ll see if she can find more shows, also you guys talk about maybe starting a mic together

58. Go home

59. Feel accomplished and good

60. Watch The Diary of a Teenage Girl

61. Be ENRAGED that they made the main character thin

62. Be less enraged when you look up the original artwork from the novel and realize she was much smaller than you remember

63. Love the movie

64. Text your friend Jade most of the night about a million different things

65. Feel connected and good

66. Try to sleep

67. Go to bed around 6:00am

68. Get up around 2:47pm

69. Spend two hours trying to get uptown while the trains aren’t working

70. Finally end up taking an express to 125th and walking the 15 blocks back down to where you need to be

71. Which is at a sports bar because the Yankees are playing and your friend Gaby cares

72. Get her and her girlfriend a drink, in addition to yours this costs 40 dollars

73. Hang for a while

74. Smoke weed on the walk to the train

75. Ride the train and start reading The Handmaid’s Tale which you got from the library

76. Find out that one of your cousin’s friends drank your good special beer you were saving

77. Feel your blood boil with rage

78. Have to actively calm yourself down

79. Start watching Fifty Shades Darker

80. It’s SO terrible

81. Go to sleep at 6:00am again

82. Spend a lot of the day in bed simmering about the beer

83. Finally emerge and confront him about it

84. He seems not to understand that that was wrong

85. Impress upon him that it is

86. He asks if you want him to replace it

87. You do

88. Leave feeling ok

89. Go over to Winnie’s again (late) to check out what the backup is doing (it’s STILL going)

90. Figure out the password to her new computer she forgot but wouldn’t let you write a hint for because, “it’s the one I always remember”

91. Fix that stuff

92. Scrap the backup because it wasn’t done after two days and Winnie says she doesn’t even want what’s on the computer anyway

93. Realize you’re WAY late to meet your friend Lizzy because everything got pushed back

94. Get to a bar called Ethyl’s like 45 minutes late

95. She’s not mad because as soon as you ger there she gets a phone call from a boy and now you have to wait and that’s karma

96. Ethyl’s seems cool, a waitress comes up to take your drink order twice while Lizzy is on the phone and you have to be like, “still waiting”

97. Write in your journal which is actually needed

98. Feel better

99. Lizzy comes back and actually wants to leave because Ethyl’s is really loud (it is)

100. She wants to get food and suggests Wahlburgers, the hamburger chain restaurant Mark Wahlberg’s family owns

101. Go there

102. Get tater tots

103. Talk about relationships

104. Realize how much you miss your ex-boyfriend’s body

105. Leave Wahlburgers (but not before taking a photo of the word collage on the ceiling of every movie Mark Wahlberg’s ever been in)

106. Go to Lizzy’s house

107. Eat ice cream and paint your nails and talk about rape culture

108. Watch the first episode of American Vandal which you did NOT realize was satire/funny

109. Go home

110. Watch the rest of Fifty Shades Darker and Katy Perry’s A Part of Me

111. Be genuinely sad that she and Russell Brand broke up

112. Try to sleep

113. Wake up at 9:37am for some reason?????

114. Talk to your mom on the phone

115. Address the holiday worries you have been having

116. Tell her you’d rather spend the holidays alone this year now that your parents are divorced and it’s not going to be what it was

117. She understands

118. You talk about how sad you are to miss Mardi Gras this year

119. While you say it you realize how fucking sad you will be to miss Mardi Gras this year

120. Your mom starts looking up tickets just to see

121. SHE FINDS ONE FOR 167 ROUNDTRIP BUT THEN LOSES IT

122. You find it again for 170 and BUY IT

123. YOU’RE GOING TO MARDI GRAS BITCH!!!!!

124. You are filled with joy

125. But also worry about seeing your ex-boyfriend because you don’t want to but it’s honestly unavoidable and you don’t want to hook up with him but part of you does and you don’t want to get wrapped up in all this again and feel weak

126. You tell like 5 people you’re coming back

127. They are excited but you’re also worried about where you will stay

128. Figure out a few places you can spread it among

129. And a friend who can pick you up from the airport at 8:42am, god bless

130. You also decide to buy your bus ticket for Philly this weekend while you’re getting things done

131. Your friends from college who live in Philly also saw that you’re coming on facebook and texted you so you’re seeing them now too which will be so nice and wonderful

132. On the phone with your mom you guys talked about “Metoo” and she shares that she wants to support but honestly doesn’t feel like she’s ever experienced sexual harassment

133. You are truly shocked that any woman can say that, but also happy that her life has been like that

134. You guys get into a deeper conversation and you share that the fear of rape drives a lot of what you do, even down to the weight you are

135. Your mom confesses that she’s thought that for years but didn’t think it was her place to say

136. You’re shocked but also feel like a weight is lifted having that validated/confirmed by someone who knows you so well

137. Start thinking about how to dismantle that fear

138. Have a really frustrating conversation with your friend Gabe about censorship and comedy

139. Take a shower

140. Get dressed

141. Decide to go to an open mic

142. Walk an hour there because you don’t have a gym membership yet and haven’t left the house today

143. Get there only to find out it’s not a mic anymore but a show

144. Look up another mic and walk there

145. Same thing

146. Do this two more times before giving up

147. Look up a movie theatre (something that can never let us down)

148. Head to it without even seeing what’s playing or any of the showtimes

149. Spend almost 20 dollars in a CVS on Pringles and Australian licorice and Sour patch kids

150. Get the ticket for free because you have an AMC coupon from the time you didn’t get to see Girls Trip after waiting in line for 5+ hours

151. Watch The Foreigner (the Jackie Chan vehicle that’s like Taken but if his daughter got killed in the beginning and it was just for the hell of it) while eating lots of licorice and pringles

152. Take the train home because you’re tired of walking

153. Be aware that more men have leered and catcalled you tonight than they have in a while and this was the first time you actually felt good getting dressed and going out and how strong that correlation between weight and male attention/sexual violence is

154. Kind of decide not to do that anymore and see what happens

155. Also tackle the idea that your ex-boyfriend’s body validates you in a way and try to see what you would feel for him if you didn’t need that anymore

156. Get home

157. Eat a strawberry yogurt

158. Tweet about Dave Chappelle and trans rights some (pro-both!)

159. Decide to read because you have to get up tomorrow to work even though you really want to watch the third XXX movie you have from the library