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NSFW Alphabet - Yang Jeongin (m)

A - Aftercare

Despite being on the more inexperienced side, I think Jeongin is responsible enough to know that aftercare is a must following sex, whether it be making sure you both are properly hydrated or helping you change the bed sheets. Because he’s usually babied by his members, this sweet boy treasures each moment he’s able to take care of you for a change though he won’t say no if you request to be the bigger spoon for a night or two.

B - Body Part

Seeing as our dear maknae has apparently gotten buff somewhere over the years, he likely takes pride in his biceps and arms in general as he damn well should. We’ll go more in depth about it later, but let’s just say Innie likes to use his strength in more ways than one… Moving on, Jeongin will never not be a fan of your neck. Mans has a bit of a marking tendency, but hormones aside, Jeongin’s in love with your scent, which seems to be more pungent around thah area. Plus, the crook of your neck also makes a good hiding place when he’s shy.

C - Cum

The only place this man’s cumming is in a condom. He may not be a baby anymore, but he doesn’t want any other baby Jeongins showing up anytime soon. Changbin is already a handful enough as it is…

D - Dirty Secret

Now it’s a bit out of the element here, but Jeongin sometimes gets tired of being coddled by his members. That being said, he’s had some fantasies about proving his growness—fantasies that may or may not include getting caught eating you out until you’re a literal puddle by Chan or Hyunjin, or maybe fucking you into the wall just in time for Changbin or Seungmin to walk through the door. Not wanting to disrespect you or anything, he prefers to keep these thoughts to himself… just don’t ask questions if he starts to get a little handsy during movie nights with the other boys.

E - Experience

Like most of the younger Stray Kids members, I don’t think he has too much sexual experience. He’s probably made out with a girl or two over the years, maybe felt her up a bit, but that’s as far as his hands-on exploration goes. Even so, he probably has a general idea of how things are supposed to go, generously provided by stories from his members and the wonders of porn.

F - Favorite Position

Due to his lack of sexual practice, Jeongin probably has not found his all-time favorite position just yet. He’s eager to try everything he possibly can, so expect to be blown away literally every time y’all do the do.

G - Goofy

Jeongin doesn’t mind getting a little silly during sex every once and a while, but he also knows that a more sensual, serious mood is needed too. The first few times will definitely be more casual and light-hearted, kept alive by his playful grin and mischevious fingers. But even as you two begin to become more mature, that same youthful atmosphere will remain, making it feel like the first time every time.

H - Hair

He probably just lets it do it’s own thing honestly. As long as it doesn’t get too unruly, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

I - Intimacy

Seeing he’s likely never been in a serious relationship before you, he’s all about the ideal, romantic aspect of love making. And while there won’t necessarily be rose petals and silk sheets every time you guys have sex, he knows how to make you feel loved and wanted with just his touch alone. Eye contact is also a huge must for Jeongin—he needs to see your face in the moment, to watch the pleasure overtake your body as he brings you to a headspace only few have the privilege to witness. It may sound cheesy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he has a secret plan to marry you one day, already knowing you’re his forever person.

J - Jack Off

Innie is young, so it’s no surprise his hormones are a bit on the overwhelming side at times. For him, getting off largely depends on if and when he has a moment to himself, which is quite rare between his busy schedule and lack of privacy in the dorm. That being said, he probably masturbates no more than three times a week. If that.

K - Kink

Alright hoes, I’m gonna start this off by saying Jeongin damn well has some sort of strength kink. We’ve all seen the size of those arms. Now he wouldn’t necessarily manhandle you, but if the moment requires him to pick you up by your thighs, or maybe pin your wrists to the bed cause you’re getting a little too frisky, then a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also has a HUGE thing when you get all dressed up for him, whether it be in a dress/suit or a lingerie set. Some other honorable mentions of his include marking, praise, and the occasional teasing.

L - Location

Please, please, PLEASE let this man take you against the wall, or anywhere that lets him show off his strength. He turns into some type of beast, I swear—Bonus points if y’all have the dorm to yourselves, because then he will literally take you against every single surface…

M - Motivation

The second you compliment him, this man will be literal putty in your hands. He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you praise him for his stage performances or MV scenes. And don’t let him catch you watching his fancams… or else prepared to get dicked into next year~

N - NO

BDSM is completely off the table for Jeongin. While he doesn’t mind trying something new every so often, he’s just not comfortable treading into the kind of intense territory that would require use of a safe word. He’s also just not a fan of power dynamics in general.

O - Oral

Sorry fam, oral is just not it for Jeongin. It’s nothing against you, he just doesn’t prefer blow jobs because of his tendency to finish too early, and he’d much rather practice other methods of foreplay to get you both off.

P - Pace

In the beginning stages of your relationship, Innie used to utilize a rapid, sloppy pace. After obtaining more experience, his stroke game is much, much better and more fluid, though he sometimes tends to revert back to an awkward pace when he’s close to climax. But like everyone, his skill and confidence will grow more over time.

Q - Quickie

The only time he’ll settle for a quickie is if he’s completely and totally desperate for your touch. But even then, he needs to be sure your session will take place in an environment that is both private and isolated from any other people. But once he’s comfortable and secure, he’ll drive you into the nearest wall with no further hesitation whatsoever.

R - Risk

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. While the idea of getting caught makes him feel all the things, Jeongin would rather not risk anyone actually walking in on you two when you’re being less than innocent. Especially his members, because if they do, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

S - Stamina

He’s got pretty decent stamina. Jeongin can usually go for some foreplay and maybe two rounds depending on how exhausted he is from his schedule. Then again, on days he is a bit more on the tired side, he wouldn’t mind sitting back and letting you do most the work.

T - Toy

The most curious boy omg. Innie’s experience with toys probably stems from porn and the dark side of Reddit, so he’ll be utterly fascinated if you own any nifty gadgets of your own. And while I don’t think he’d actively shop for sex toys, he doesn’t mind spicing things up in the bedroom with a couple vibrators, restraints, or sensation play objects.

U - Unfair

Don’t let his adorable facade fool you—this boy can be the WORST tease on any given day. He’s the type of lover that will suggestively trail his hands across your breasts and thighs, then act all innocent when you call him out. Jeongin is also an expert in getting you to tell him what he wants to hear. For example, “You want me to make you cum, baby? How exactly do you want me to do that?…”

V - Volume

Honestly, this man is a moaning machine. And you may hear some cute little whimpers and whines in that mix too… At first, he was probably a bit bashful to make any noise in that context, but after some coaxing and needed praise from you, he’ll never try to be silent again.

W - Wild Card

Let me set the scene for you: You and Innie watching some horribly budgeted rom-com you found on Netflix, and literally just making fun of the entire movie. That is, until the two main leads start making out in the back of a car. Oh, this shuts you both right up, especially when clothes start coming off and the car windows begin to steam up. The scene ends eventually, but this awkward, sexually tense silence still remains between you and Jeongin, and when you look to your blushing lover, you find him poorly attempting to cover his raging hard on. Then, he clears his throat and cutely stutters, “S-So… You wanna… you know?…”

X - X-ray

He’s a bit below average: 4.5-5 inches. But he’s got some thickness to his name.

Y - Yearning

As already mentioned, Innie tends to hold back in regards to his sexual needs for fear of coming across as a horn dog. You two probably do the nasty at least once a week, but I guarantee you can raise that number if you sit your boyfriend down and explain the concept of a mutually beneficial relationship huehuehue.

Z - ZZZzzz

If there’s one thing that Jeongin loves most in the world, it’s being in your arms after a long and stressful day. Whether or not you choose to end the night with an orgasm or two, he’ll settle himself atop your body, using your breasts as his own personal pillows, and just let his tension melt away in the comforting warmth of your touch. And though he’d never admit it, sometimes he doesn’t really mind being babied after all…

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How about an NSWF alphabet for Miya Osamu?

Hi Nonny! I hope you enjoy this- I know it was a long time coming but I had a lot of feelings and just wanted to make sure this was as perfect as could be 💖

NSFW Alphabet: Osamu Miya

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obvs nsfw under the cut... Let’s gooooo!

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Ok, it’s not that you’re not going to get ANYTHING, but you’re not going to get a lot. He will definitely clean you up, hold you in his arms, and cover all the basics, but the man is also going to be napping so you have about 5 minutes of his absolute attention once you’re done. 

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Is an ass/thighs man at his simplest. Will 100% also do the “let me get past you” thing where he holds your hips as he moves. 

Your favorite feature of his is his back/shoulders. They’re so broad, and watching him flex his back muscles makes you clench. Also- your phone’s home screen is definitely a picture of his back riddled in your scratch marks.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Likes to do so on/in/around your mouth. He has an oral fixation, bonus points if you do too tbh. If he isn’t going to cum on your face, he’ll definitely cum inside of you instead, stuffing his fingers into your mouth so that you can suck them. 

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Would 10000% cuck his brother if given the opportunity. Just to see the color drain from his face. He’s kind of a shithead for that but at the same time, it’s not something he’s ever said out loud- so he’s chilling and just sitting on that.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

He’s reserved, but I would say he has a decent amount of experience. He knows what to do, and he knows what he likes. I feel like he also is less experimental- preferring to stick to what he knows works for you both. He’ll try new things, but sparingly. 

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He likes to be ridden. He likes to have you on full display from all ends as you bounce on his cock. He can easily grip your waist and thrust you further down onto him, and loves watching you practically impale yourself on his length. Also likes to rub circles into your thighs or lower spread your asscheeks apart as he helps you keep a rhythm on his cock. 

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

He’s much more serious during, but afterward it’s very lighthearted. 

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

It’s neat. He doesn’t really trim much, but his hair isn’t super hard to manage, surprisingly. He’s not as hairy around his chest/torso either, but he does have a happy trail that he shaves fairly often, even though you think it would be nicer if he didn’t. 

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

He’s not conventionally romantic, but he does savor the moment with you. He likes to gaze into your eyes while he’s taking you, and will place soft kisses to your hairline and jaw when he’s getting close to finishing. 

Will murmur that you’re wonderful/amazing/beautiful, or whatever compliment comes to mind first when he’s finished with you and ready for his cuddles

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

He doesn’t much- honestly the frequency varies depending on his stress levels. When he does though, he’s the classic shower jerk off guy. It’s cleaner and honestly a lot quicker for him to finish that way. Definitely will be more aggressive when he’s more stressed as well, whether you’re there or not. He is a fan of mutual masturbation as foreplay. 

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

MARKING, loves leaving hickeys and bruises. He doesn’t care if anyone can see them, or how many you have by the time it’s over. He gets so entranced that he doesn’t realize how many he leaves behind Biting goes hand in hand with the marking- definitely has an oral fixation. 

Size, bc he’s so broad. He likes the feeling of being bigger than you because he feels like he’s your protector- but he also likes the feeling of stuffing your much tinier frame so full of his cock that you go stupid.

Dirty Talk, not super degrading dirty talk, but things like calling you “dirty” or “messy”- and especially “sloppy” really get him going. He also just likes to hear you beg for him, so he’ll egg you on and ask you if you like how deep he’s fucking you or if your tiny little hole can fit all of his cock inside. Again, size kink, so he loves calling you little/tiny. 

Temperature Play, specifically with the cold. Will eat ice prior to going down on you, or change the blistering hot water to icy cold when you’re having sex in the shower, just to see the shock on your face at the difference in sensation 

Sensory Deprivation, blindfolds? He said say less. He likes watching you writhe in anticipation as you feel him ghost touches and kisses all over your body. And it also drives you crazy waiting for him to strike- it usually leaves you begging for him to touch him. 

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Primarily bedroom only, but he has been known to have quickies in the restaurant with you after closing, and also loves getting road head. 

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Osamu likes to hear you. Likes to know what he’s making you feel good, and the moans you make encourage him to keep going. Definitely also motivated by begging. He’s a little smug, so it inflates his ego that you’re begging him to tear you apart- it’s the feeling of knowing that his cock makes you absolutely drunk and you’ll do anything for it. 

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

I don’t think he’s into food play! Not that he would NEVER do it, but it’s really not something he’s super into. Food is kind of his art form if that makes sense… it’s also work and he definitely seems like the type to try and keep his work separate from his personal life to an extent . But you have fucked in the restaurant at closing too many times to count.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

He’s very good with his mouth. He has an oral fixation so this comes naturally. He could go down on you forever if you let him, and he won’t stop even if his jaw locks up. If you’re going down on him, sometimes he will get a little ahead of himself and fuck your face just a little. Most of the time he catches himself and will apologize for not warning you first… most of the time. 

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It differs! He personally loves the buildup of having a slow burning session, but there are times- especially when he’s frustrated, where he can just take it out on you. And when he does need you for stress relief, you should go ahead and cancel any plans you have for the next 2 days or so, because you’re not going to make it. 

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He’s not fond of them, but he’s also not against them. For him, he’d rather use them as foreplay, or something to hold you both over until you’re alone and he can really have you the way he wants you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Is into semi-public sex for sure. Things where he knows you won’t possibly get caught- but there’s that inkling of a chance that you could get caught are his favorite. He’ll also give in if you just can’t wait… but he really tries to restrain himself. It’s a little bit less so when he’s been drinking though- he’s much more likely to let you escalate things and will probably go as far as some clothed sex with you if it’s dark/crowded enough that no one will notice or see 

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can go about 2 rounds max in a day,  but they’re long... When he says he wants to spend the day in bed, he means the whole day. Everything he does is about the sensuality of it all. He loves foreplay, it’s the perfect warmup to the main event for him. The main event itself... can go for hours tbh. He’s literally a slow burn loving bitch, but when you beg for him, he’ll waste no time absolutely destroying your walls. Needs a longer break in between rounds for snacks so he can keep his energy up. 

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

Not too fond of them. Prefers to get you off using his own body. But he’s not against things like silks to use as restraints, and he does own a flogger that he likes to drag along your body when you’re blindfolded. 

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Osamu himself IS the tease. He’s always so calm and collected, even when you’re all over him, begging for him to bend you over and wreck you. It’s that calm and control in itself that’s a tease because you know that once he gives in, you and your insides are done for.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Not loud, but not quiet either. His voice literally goes an octave lower which is insane. He holds back his moans in the beginning, instead he pushes air out of his mouth and takes more sharp, hissing inhales. But when he’s close he’ll lean into your ear to spew absolute filth into it so that he can feel you clench around his cock and send him over the edge 

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

He has an Onlyfans but he makes sure his face is never in the camera. Camboy!Osamu is literally in their top 8% of creators and no one knows about it because he’s just that good at flying under the radar... but hey, that’s how he was able to afford the restaurant- so now he slings dick and onigiri. Win-Win. 

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

Isn’t as thick as Atsumu, but he is more veiny and honestly all around prettier. His dick is probably also a good 7 inches, but I feel like he’s a grower, so you’d be surprised at how much he’s really working with. He has a freckle on the shaft, which is very adorable and endearing. He has a pretty dick. Like, aesthetically beautiful... it’s much prettier than Atsumu’s- much neater/more cleaned up too.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Never lets on just how much he wants you. He would rather have you come to him instead so he doesn’t look needy. But he wants to be balls deep in you practically all the time. He just is very prideful, so he’s going to wait for you to come to him- which… tbh you always do.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

Yeah, you have about 5 minutes after he cums to get anything out of him- bc he’s taking his ass to sleep. But that’s an advantage For you because he’s kinda delirious and will say yes to anything you ask him for… Is also a clingy sleeper so would definitely hold onto you and make you his little spoon.

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Some Nights

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Explicit language, SMUT, explicit hetero sex, same sex explicit sex (f x f), oral sex (f giving/receiving), alcohol induced sex, feeble alcohol hitting, sex under false pretenses, drinking, cheating, lying. All the relationship revenge type angst.

A/N: This is supposed to be a sweet little “breakup to make up” smut prompt ask.  My mind took this waaayyyy left and... well here it is. This is a mess of broken hearts, rebounding, and revenge sex. Please do not read if this is triggering. This is not smut lite.

Also, I know the timeline is wonky, but in this AU In the Heights does not interfere with Lin and Chris touring with FLS.

I MUST thank @einfachniemand for the invaluable advice on the Billie love scene. Could not have done it without her. 🥰

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8 months later, March 2012

You were with Lin on the rooftop, one of your favorite low key, low cost activities, and the late March air was cool.  The moon was full, and the music from your iPod was right.  Lin-Manuel was keeping you warm in his arms and a blanket that he’d brought.

It was so romantic.  All was right with the world. You thought.

“I’m going to miss you when you are on tour, but the month will fly by and before you know it, we’ll be back up here.” 

You smiled up at him as he held you, trying to keep a brave face because  Lin was leaving in the middle of the week for Barcelona.

“Yeah… about that…” He sat up, moved away from you and cleared his throat.  Then, he looked at you. 

“I think we need to take a break.”

You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly when he said it.  The smile on your face was frozen in place.

“What?”

“Well, I was talking to Chris...and… Well, I’m not sure that I want to shut myself off from the possibilities in Spain…”

You took a second to process, then you got it. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.  

“Chris told you to dump me so you can go be a hoe in Spain?”

Lin shook his head and frowned.  

“No, no… it wasn’t like that. Chris loves you.  He just asked me some very tough questions about us being apart for a month, and I- I don’t want to hurt you…”

You got up, and grabbed your bottle of wine.

“Might as well do it now, instead of later, hunh?” 

“I think it’s for the best. I’m sorry….”

You were numb. 

“I can’t believe I stuck by you through all the starving artist bullshit, rooftop dates instead of going out, streaming movies instead of seeing shows....”  

You stopped, because you were getting heated, and when you got heated you cried, and you refused to cry in front of Lin.

“To expect you to stick by me for four weeks while you’re in Spain is too much to ask. I guess..” 

You straightened your spine and held your head up.  

“I guess I know that this wasn’t what I thought it was.”

“Have a nice life Lin. When you leave, do not knock on my door. Just go straight to hell.”

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Fuck Lin Manuel Miranda

His damn hair, fucking long eyelashes, the little dimples he gets when he gets that little smirk on his fucking stupid beautiful face.

The view from beneath him. Those goddamn lips.

Mutherfukin Lin Manuel Miranda.

You’d let him charm his way into your heart and into your pants. And damn, what he had in his pants gave you so much joy. 

The fact that you were crying was not for Lin.  You were crying for being too trusting and too liberal with your heart.  

You weren’t going to let anyone have a chance to break it again. 

Yes, that was the reason. 

You didn’t miss Lin at all.

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Mayra gave you the long weekend to be pitiful, and then you had to get back on your grind, and moving on with your life without Lin.

Your best friend since middle school felt guilty because she’d introduced you to him, a friend of a friend, one night at a bowling alley.  

You and Lin had hit it off immediately. Very immediately, in fact, and were inseparable for a solid 8 months.

But despite feeling bad about it, Mayra wasn’t about to let you mope around and waste your life missing him. And she was right.

Lin left for Barcelona on a Wednesday, and by Saturday night, you were out with Mayra, mingling and meeting new people. 

Mayra’s scene wasn’t your scene, but everybody was nice, fun, and attractive.  You weren’t really with it, but you’d be damned if you were going to wither away in your room.

You had just finished dancing with Mayra and her friends and you needed to sit this one out. 

The 6-inch heels you were wearing and the blazer over lingerie top look was not a good combination for vigorous dancing.  

You were hot and your feet were killing you.

You nursed your drink and watched your bestie having fun, when someone approached you.

Gorgeous lips, caramel skin and stunning brown eyes sized you up. 

Why is it always the eyes? You felt something that you weren’t too sure about.

“I like the way you make that pink push up bra look intellectual.”

Curious and amused, you looked into the brown eyes and laughed.

“I’m Billie.”

She extended her hand and you shook it. You knew what kind of bar this was, but you weren’t expecting this. 

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh.  I’m, I’m not…”

Billie flashed a gorgeous smile at you.

“Relax. You’re cute, but I can tell, you ain’t ready for this yet.  I just had to come say hi, though.  Drinks....As friends?”

You accepted and spent the night dying laughing at your new friend’s witticisms.

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The next week, you were chilling with Billie at the crib, along with a bunch of other folks that Mayra had invited over.  

You were on the roof, telling her all about Lin, and you started to cry again.

“...And then he just, breaks up with me because he wants to go to Spain and fuck Spanish FLS groupies…..”

It was about the 10th time that you’d cried about it. You were tired of hearing yourself.  Billie just rubbed your back and listened. 

“I would never put up with that from a man. And you shouldn’t either.”

 When you started sobbing, she apologized. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s…... okay….”  you gasped, trying to calm down.

She hugged you, rubbing your back and pressing you close.  

You felt some kind of way and pulled back.

“Bill… I don’t want to lead you on.”

Billie just smiled that gorgeous smile. 

“It’s cool. No stress. I’m just here to listen. Let’s go back downstairs.”

You nodded and rejoined the party, feeling more comfortable with Billie than before, partly because she was giving you some space.  

You couldn’t help but sneak glances as she mingled with everyone at the party and when your eyes met. Whew.

Who knew?

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The next week, you were in your apartment with Billie again, this time, alone.

You’d invited her over, because she was quickly becoming the person you most liked to talk to and you hadn’t really talked in person since the previous weekend.

You gave her a glass of wine and settled down onto the couch, comfortable in your tank top and sweatpants.  Not seductive at all.

Billie looked cute as always in button down blue silk shirt and jeans with her hair up. 

“I want to apologize for last week. I just vomited my emotions all over you and you were nothing but amazing about it.”

Billie laughed. She was so damn beautiful.

“I told you no worries!”

“Can I ask you a question? Why are you doing all this for me?”

Billie took a drink and set her glass down on the coffee table. She leaned back on the couch.

“Do you mean do I have any ulterior motives?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, no question that I think you are attractive, and that I would love…”  

She shook her head and straightened up.

“But, I’ve fallen for enough straight-but not so straight women to know that I should let you make the first move.”

She bit her lip and you put your wine down because it was making you warm.

You reached for and grabbed her hand. You shifted it to entwine your fingers with hers.

You kissed her palm and drew her closer to you, her hovering over you on the couch. She didn't move, forcing you to bring your neck up to kiss her lips tentatively and softly. 

You wrapped your arms around her waist and brought her body down to rest next to yours on the couch and looked into her eyes. You ran your hand down the side of her body, feeling all of her curves. And you moved to kiss her again. 

This time her soft lips opened to accept your tongue and you played hide and seek, exploring.

You pulled back to look at her again, giggling now, a smile plastered on her face. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for two weeks,” Billie whispered in your ear before kissing your neck. 

Her fingers rubbed teasingly at the skin where your tank top had ridden up, and rotated around to your ass, fingers slipping into the back of your sweats. 

You moaned softly as she tugged your earlobe between her teeth and then kissed along your jawline.

You wanted to feel her, so you brougt your hand up her side to feel her breast over her shirt, and found it warm and soft to the touch, except for the hardening nipples that you gently played with.

Looking into her eyes, you saw the desire there and leaned over to kiss her again. She kissed you back harder, pushing her hands deeper into your sweats and cupped your ass with both hands, kneading your flesh tenderly.

You wanted her to touch you at your core, but her teasing fingers never seemed to get there. 

Next, she moved one hand from your butt to pull up your tank top, exposing your nipple to the cool air of the room.

She took your breast in her hand and squeezed it, thumb running lightly over your nipple. You moan and leaned back while putting your hands in her hair.

Billie moaned and ran her thumb over your nipple and teased them until they were achingly hard and sensitive. 

When she leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, making her way slowly, oh so slowly to your nipple, it caused your pussy to ache and throb while soaking your panties.

You groaned in frustration as she continued to tease you for a while before her mouth reached your nipple, moaning around it and sucking gently at first before picking up intensity. 

Her hand moved to the front of your pants, tracing your wet lips through your panties but applying no pressure. 

You were a moaning, quivering mess as you rocked against her fingers, trying to get what you needed.

Billie separated from you to take off her shirt, smiling at you as you shed your clothes. 

She looked over your body and brought her eyes up to yours, smiled into them, and took your face in her hands.

Next, those hands roamed down your body, circling slowly, grasping gently here and there, teasing you to a soaking wet mess on the couch cushions.

“Please!” you whispered, squirming in agony.

Billie chuckled and held your gaze as her hand finally rested in your core, lightly pinching your clit between her fingers. She just played with it as you moaned beneath her.

“I love watching you like this,” she whispered as she teased you some more. “Do you like it?”

She looked so cute as she asked, but all you can do is nod and bite your lip.

She smiled at you and lowered her head to your skin while you watched intently. She kissed and sucked at the skin on your stomach and thighs, looking up to establish eye contact again and again.

You whined and tried to keep still as she neared your core and gently opened your thighs. She looked at you for the longest time before her mouth met your pussy and finally licked through your folds.

You shuddered, already almost cuming as you waited for more.

She kept eye contact with you as she sucked your clit gently, humming while you quivered in her mouth. She then traced her tongue around your entire cunt, kissing and sucking those lips gently, but expertly.

Finally, she manipulated your clit with her tongue, and alternated that with inserting it far inside you as she could go.

When she sucked hard at it, you came, feeling like you never had before.

Somehow, you wound up on the floor in her arms. 

And the night had just begun.

 -----

May 2012

You walked home slowly from the subway, trying to think of a good reason not to get there. 

You felt like throwing up, knowing that Lin would be there on your rooftop with the rest of FLS. You did not want to face him.

It had been almost two months since you last saw him and you were having fun with Billie. She stopped you from wondering just who you were. The love you had for her was real.

But there was some reason, which you did not want to name, that caused you not to want to see Lin. 

You saw his face often enough when you awoke, in that space between dream and reality.  That was sufficient torture, aside from having to see him in person at an event that was supposed to be fun.

But Mayra had started to harass you two weeks ago.

"Come on! You've got to be there on my birthday. I’ll make sure Lin doesn't bother you, but UTK won’t come without him and I’m trying to get that D again.  I need it to survive. Don't you love me?” 

She pouted at you and when that didn’t seem to work, she resorted to outright threats. 

“I’ll never speak to you again if you don't come.”  

This continued every day until the party.

Being trapped on a rooftop with Lin for three hours wasn't your idea of fun. 

Anymore. 

And to top it off, Billie had to work tonight. This sucked big time. But you had decided to be there for your friend.

"She better know I love her, " you whispered to yourself as you stepped out on the roof.

You were greeted by Chris almost as soon as you arrived. He enveloped you in a bear hug. You stiffly hugged him back. You still felt some kinda way.

He held you away from him. 

"You look good, girl, long time no see!”

You nodded at him stiffly. “How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, promoting and stuff. The Spain trip was good."

You nodded again and looked around the roof.

“He told me he would stay away from you.”

You looked back at Chris. “Who?”

“You know who.”  You just smiled tightly and looked down.

“What’s up with you?” His voice was suspicious.

You looked up and stared him straight in the eye, not wanting to be intimidated.

“I don’t know Chris? Just maybe you told my boyfriend to break up with me so he could hoe around Europe with you guys. That was a little annoying.”

Chris raised his arms in self defense.

“Wait a minute, Missy.  I did not tell him that.  What I told him was that if he could not definitely, without a doubt, be true to you, that he needed to be straight with you. If he had any doubts at all. That you deserved better.”

You just look up at this big, sweet man and willed yourself not to cry.

“Oh.” That was all you could say.

“But maybe I shouldn’t have said anything because he fucked that whole conversation up and wound up sulking the entire trip. All of his freestyles were about you, you know.”

“I don’t care Chris, because you’re right.  He did fuck up. I’ve moved on.” You held your chin high.

Chris smiled at you. “Too bad for Lin. Your new man is a lucky guy.”

You smiled back. “My new woman is a lucky girl.”

“Oh.” That was all he could say. He recovered quickly however.  “Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Thanks friend.” 

You smiled and gave him a hug, feeling better about a lot of things. Lin Manuel Miranda was a world class idiot.

You grabbed a red solo cup full of something and stood at the railing looking over the city.

"Heyyyy, what's crackin'?" 

You turned around to see Utkarsh  standing behind you. You smiled at him.

 "Hey UTK! What it do?"

"Well, give me a hug. I’ve missed you, too. Mayra won’t let me near you since we’ve been back, I don’t know why.”

You knew why. You hadn't really wanted to see any of the FLS guys since you and Lin broke up.

You hugged him. "She’s probably jealous of our love." You smiled at your friend.

“Right.” Utkarsh smiled at you. Then he frowned. 

“Wait, why would she be jealous?  She said she and I were just friends…” 

You laughed at his back as he went to find Mayra.  Well, you’d manage to wingman without even trying.  Your job should be done for the night. You turned around to leave, running right into Mayra.

"Happy birthday, Bitch!" You squealed and hugged her.

"Thank you, boo! I didn't think you would actually come! I'm so happy!"

"You mean I had a choice? I seem to remember some very specific and lethal threats if I didn't get my ass on this roof tonight."

"No, it's because you love me." Mayra made a face at you. 

"But seriously though. The roof is big enough that you don't have to be near Lin if you don't want to. Try to have a good time."

"Girl, I'm going to have a blast! As long as there is booze and music, I'm good to go." You lied to your bestie.

"Okay girl, do you want me to stay with you so no one will bother you?" 

You knew what she meant.

"No girl, I don't need a bodyguard. Have fun, mingle, be a good hostess. I'll be fine."

You pushed Mayra away from you.

You sighed and walked toward the bar. Before you made it there, you were enveloped in Shockwave and Jelly Donut. They both hugged you, making a sandwich.

"Guys, I can't breathe!" 

They released you, laughing. Shockwave got right to it.

“You know It killed Lin when you two broke up. He was a bitch in Spain."

Your heart clenched. 

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. I'm just here to have a good time for Mayra. Can we just chill with all that?"

"Okay, okay. I had to try. I know he's an idiot, but..." Sully barreled on. Andrew started poking him in the side. 

"What???”  Andrew gave Sully a look and he was chastened.

“Sorry love. We'll let you go mingle.”

"Yes, thank you." 

You felt like getting good and drunk. You looked at your phone and saw that there were two and a half hours left of the party. Might as well start now. You downed your drink and went to get another.

You ran into Arthur. He winked at you as you apologized. 

"No worries, you better eat something if you are going to drink like that. You can't hang with the big boys like me."

You rolled your eyes and finished the second drink. 

“You’re skinnier than I am, tuh.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about when I say big boy.” 

You looked at him in shock, and then burst out laughing. You loved these guys. Too bad Lin got them in the break up.

You sighed and began working on your third drink.

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Lin spotted you when you first stepped on the roof. He moved out of your line of sight and watched as Chris talked to you.

Geez, you were fine as hell. The dress you were wearing was everything and the heels made your ass pop. Damn.

He went and got a drink, still watching you. He felt like a stalker. Chris came over.

"I tried to get her to talk to you, but she wasn't having it." 

They both watched you and UTK talking. 

"Man, you are an idiot. You're lucky you're my brother, or I would kick your ass for letting that go."

“Thanks, my guy.” Lin’s reply was dripping with sarcasm.

“Any time. Next time listen with your big boy brain before you do something that dumb.” 

Lin was ready to fight. Luckily, Chris left. Then UTK came up, talking shit.

"Lin, you douche! How could you be so dumb, man?” 

They watched the Jelly/Shockwave/You sandwich.

"Leave me the fuck alone." 

Lin moved to the other side of the roof where Sully came up to him.  Lin put his hands up.  

“Before you say it, I'm going to stay out of her way. I'm not trying to ruin Mayra’s party. Just about two hours to go."

“Good, because you have fucked this one up royally.” Sully shook his head as Lin stalked off.

----

After some drinks, you started to loosen up and have fun. You danced with Mayra and all of FLS minus one.

You thought you saw Lin a couple of times out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was gone. Every time that happened, you went and got a drink.

By the end of the night, you were looking at the sky and trying to sober up.

"The sky is beautiful tonight."

You jumped. Lin was there, watching you. You just looked at him and started back downstairs.

"Don't leave, please. Let me talk to you."

He followed you down to your apartment.

"You said all there was to say. I'm done."

You put your arms around yourself. All of a sudden you were cold. You stared Lin down, but he didn’t budge.

"What do you want, Lin?"

He sighed. This isn't going to be easy, he thought. He looked into your beautiful eyes and decided to go for it. There was nothing left to lose.

"Honestly? I want you back." His heart was in his throat as he said it.

You closed your eyes. You couldn't go there. No matter what your heart was doing in your chest.

"No. No, you do what you did and you want me to come back? To trust you? You promised you wouldn't hurt me. I can't with you Lin, I just can't."

His heart actually hurt.

"I'm so sorry…. "

You didn't let him finish. 

"Please! Don't give me the same tired old clichés every dude gives their girl when they fuck up!"

You were far from cold now. 

"If I took you back, what's gonna happen the next time you go on tour? I am not a yo-yo Lin!"

Lin reached for you. "It's not going to happen again, I've learned...."

"Don't fucking touch me! You have some muthafuckin nerve!"

Lin kept moving toward you.

"Back the fuck up! Don't come near me! Get off of me!" 

You began hitting him when he took you in his arms.

"Tell me that you don't want me to hold you, that you don't want to be with me. Tell me you don't miss us, this. Tell me that you don't want me to and I'll leave you alone."

Lin pressed himself against you, and you stopped fighting. You melted on the inside. The alcohol had you loose. Suddenly you had a thought.

"Fuck it. You're right. I have missed you." 

You moaned as he put his lips on your neck. You wanted him so badly. 

"Let's go in here." You nodded toward your bedroom.

Lin's heart leapt and he gladly followed you.

You attacked him when you got inside. 

"Whoa, hold up...."

"No, let's do it. Don't say anything or I will change my mind." 

You turned around, pulled your dress up, got on the bed and bent over, ass in the air. 

"Fuck me, Lin. Please."

Lin was confused. One minute you were fighting him, next you were begging for it. But he wasn't going to argue. He wanted you too bad. He moved your panties to the side, took out his hard cock and quickly and roughly entered your warm, tight goodness.

The stretch hurt a little, but it was welcome. It had been a while since you had taken a cock and Lin’s was your favorite. 

You became wet rapidly, and although you wanted Lin to hurt you as a sort of penance, it felt amazing.

"Ohhh, you feel so good. Shit! I've missed this. So tight for me…” 

Lin moaned through his dick wanting to explode.  He hadn’t had anyone else since you, for about three months.

"I said don't talk!" 

You were trying to blank your mind of what you were doing.

Lin felt like right now he was in heaven, and heaven was you. Lin shut up and started giving it to you harder, just like he knew you liked. He smacked your ass, hard.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes!" 

You quivered, especially when he smacked it. Forceful Lin was one of your favorite Lins. Damn. You savored the contact as Lin, all of his manhood, hit your spot. 

It felt so damn good after so much emotion and time.

To Lin, all that mattered was you right now. He fought not to come until he felt your body pounding with your orgasm.

Almost as soon as it was over, you turned around and looked at him. He looked up from buttoning up his pants and smiled. You could tell that he was thinking this was the beginning of your reunion. 

You leaned in and gave him a good, long kiss, preparing to give the greatest acting performance of your life.

"Goodbye, Lin. That was just what I needed. Have a good life."

His goddamn adorable face registered confusion.

"What? What do you mean?"

"This was closure. “

The way his face changed broke your heart.  But he’d broken yours.

Lin was stricken. "But,I love you. That's why I...."

You interrupted him. 

"It's not you, it's me. I needed that to get you out of my system. "

You looked at him coldly, a mess on the inside.

"That's not all we have. We love each other!” Lin was trying to make sense of the situation. 

“You're telling me that after this you don't want to get back together?" He couldn't believe what you were saying. 

"As far as getting back together, we're not. This didn't mean anything; I am drunk off my ass and I had a lapse in judgement. It's not going to go any further."

"But you love me, I know it." He reached for you.

You moved out of his reach and toward the door.

"I told you, I can't, I won't let my guard down again with anyone. I can't love anymore." 

Lin was looking at you with his mouth open.

You straightened your dress and left your room, ignoring the fact that Lin was calling your name. You were ready to be alone.

There, outside your door, was Billie.

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[lilbabycee]

brunch // steve rogers

↳ request:  oh requests are open? can I get a possesive stevie with a soft bratty spoiled reader? i'm sorry I'm such a hoe @donutloverxo​

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ author’s note: i am a whore in a woman’s shoes and that is all

you’ve got plans this morning. it’s rare for you to be the one vying to get out of bed but you’d promised bucky last week that you’d meet him for brunch today, and since it’s his first time going, you want this experience to be a lot of fun for him. 

(tony offered, but you knew that it would be a dire mistake if you left the genius billionaire in charge of it because he would’ve scared the poor man off)

regardless, you’re proud of bucky - he’s finally growing into his hollow shell, making it a point to go out of his comfort zone and broaden his horizons. 

so you’ll be damned if the sleepy - but still so strong? - supersoldier curled against your body with his arms wound tightly around your waist will stop his girlfriend from showing his best friend a really good time. 

(now that you really take it into consideration, that doesn’t sound quite right)

but you don’t care because steve’s being selfish and while any other time it would make you undeniably aroused, this is bucky and you don’t want to disappoint him. you hate that kicked puppy look in his steel-blue eyes, one that you recognize all too well because it’s the same look that you use to guilt-trip your stevie.

“steve, i gotta go get ready,” you murmur, running the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone. he’s still hiding those baby blues from you, long eyelashes resting light against his skin. 

you watch in mild amusement as his eyebrows knit together and he pushes out his full lips into a tiny little pout. it almost makes you want to coo at him. 

faster than you can comprehend, he’s flipped you around so that his chin is resting on your shoulder. he presses his lips to the bare skin of your shoulder and then settles back down behind you, evidently with no intention of moving. 

“no, baby,” he grumbles, the sound reverberating in his chest and, by extension, the column of your spine. a shockwave of pleasure runs through you at the feeling, your cunt clenching completely shamelessly because his voice in the morning is by far the most sinful thing that you’ve ever heard TM. 

it sounds like sandpaper, warm and rich and grating against the sharp edges of your stubbornness and sanding it down bit by bit until there’s nothing but smooth corners and round sides. 

you don’t have to turn around to know that the ghost of a smug little smirk is etched onto his face when he feels you shiver against the hard planes of his body. 

“you like that, hmm, doll?” he speaks again, lips right against your ear and the register of his voice somehow even lower than before. “you like it when i talk to you like that?”

“stevie,” you whine petulantly, your core throbbing again because he knows exactly what he’s doing and it’s not fair.

“tell you what, honey,” one of his hands leaves your waist to trail up and down your leg, the featherlight touches making your sensitive skin burn under his fingers. “you stay with me and i’ll speak to you like this all,” he draws out the word as his teeth catch on your earlobe, “you want, hmm?”

there he goes with the sandpaper again, patiently working away and getting almost embarrassingly close to wearing you down completely. yet something about the sultry drawl of his brooklyn accent makes you snap out of it because you’re supposed to be meeting bucky- 

so you take advantage of his slack hands and wiggle out of his hold, jumping out of your shared bed and making a beeline toward the bathroom. 

(you don’t dare look over your shoulder in fear of the rage that you know will be written all over his handsome face, so you only throw a sorry, daddy! at him before locking the door)

and when you step out in the outfit that you’d left in there last night, steve’s hazy blue eyes clear of their tired fog and become as bright as the sun shining through the slit between your drawn curtains. he stretches his arms out - you can’t help but stare at the muscles rippling underneath his skin - before resting them behind his head. 

his feigned nonchalance is almost entirely transparent; his eyes staying glued to your body while you fiddle with the silk ties on your top and the way that he runs his tongue over his lower lip doesn’t go unnoticed despite the fact that you’re slightly preoccupied.

“where’re you goin’ anyway, sweetheart?” his gaze roams downwards, lingering on the light and breezy material of your pink skirt. 

“brunch,” you reply softly, not even sparing him a glance because why did you buy this shirt if you have no idea how to fucking put it on. 

“right - with nat?” he says, squinting when he sees the stretches of exposed skin on your legs. his hand snakes underneath the covers and you’re fighting the upwards quirk of your lips as he so obviously palms at his erection.

“no, with bucky,” you throw out carelessly, proud of yourself because you’ve finally managed to wrap the white blouse around your body, tying the back into a bow. as you look up, you lift an eyebrow at the amount of unexpected cleavage it shows 

(but you’re not complaining because it looks so pretty)

your reflection makes you notice that you’re missing earrings and a necklace still, and some rings or something wouldn’t hurt…

what you’ve failed to notice is how heavy the silence in the room has gotten, the tension almost visible between the two of you. it’s when you retrieve your silver hoops that you realize that steve has gone awfully quiet, and you’re in the middle of putting the second one on when you meet his stare in the mirror. 

he’s now sitting up more than before, still slouching lazily while he watches you in a way that you can only describe as predatory. where steve’s eyes are usually the purest baby blue in the mornings, they’re now far past blueberries and into the territory of being the color of the hudson at night. 

it makes your eyes double in size as you watch him, his hand continuing to rub at his cock through the thin material of his boxers.

(the sight alone is ruining your new thong and you don’t even have the heart to be mad about it)

“bucky, huh?” is all he says, pulling his lower lip between his teeth briefly.

“yeah,” your voice is quiet but you know that he can hear it perfectly well. you also know that he can probably smell your arousal from where he’s sitting, a fact that doesn’t make you as embarrassed as you maybe should be. “told you last week.”

“must’ve forgotten,” he brushes you off dismissively, blatantly staring at the curve of your ass. “you always get dressed up this pretty for buck, baby?”

“no,” your response is shaky and you still haven’t turned around yet, continuing your conversation entirely with the reflection of your boyfriend sprawled out on the bed behind you. 

you decide that he looks like something out of a playgirl magazine and you love it. 

“you tryna impress bucky, sweetheart?” he probes with a jerk of his head, one of the corners of his mouth threatening a smile. “wanna dress all pretty and go be bucky’s little slut, hmm, baby? what happened to daddy?”

this makes you audibly choke 

(you can’t help but think that you’d like to choke on only one thing right now)

but steve pushes on like he never heard you.

“i thought you were daddy’s good baby. now you wanna be a little whore for daddy’s best friend? is that it, honey? leavin’ daddy here alone to go be a dirty fuckin’ slut for bucky? daddy was gonna let you ride his cock, baby, but maybe you should go ride bucky’s instead.”

you can’t deny the way that his condescending voice makes you grip onto your dresser for dear life, your legs threatening to give out underneath you as your skin overheats with desire. 

but you can’t help the words that come out of your mouth next - he’s set it up too perfectly for you.

“maybe I will, daddy.”

you know that he likes it when you mess with him, wind him up so tight that the spring inside his chest is in danger of popping off at any second. it gives him an excuse to fuck you into his mattress with your hands tied behind your back as you beg him to let you cum

(not that he needs one)

so when you think about it, the punishment that you’ll get for this is really for the both of you. you’re doing him a favor.

it’s too bad that you can’t say the same about your ass.

what feels like instantaneously, he’s up right behind you, pushing his very obvious erection against your ass. 

your waist is trapped between his hands until a hard smack lands on your ass, one that makes you jolt forward so hard that everything neatly lined up on top of your chest of drawers shakes and falls. 

you don’t even have the time to gasp before his thick thumb is shoved between your lips, the pad resting on your tongue as he strokes it gently.

“oh, baby,” he tuts, rutting into you harder and faster, his other hand roughly flipping up your skirt at the front to grab your cunt possessively. “my dumb little baby. you need me to remind you who this pussy belongs to? need daddy to tell you who owns your cunt, babydoll?”

his words make you clench in anticipation and the warmth of his hand seeping through the lace of your soaked panties makes your next words come easy.

“yes, daddy.”

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

Conflicted

So, I never thought that it would come to this. I do not tolerate this action due to family history, but I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I was overpowered by this guy’s charms that I just had to write something like this. 

To know more what I’m talking about, read on. I won’t even give a summary because I want you guys to know what’s up with this. 

And here’s the devil, erm, Jeong Jaehyun looking like a full-course meal even if he’s just serving face to hype you up. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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POV: 2nd person still. 

Word count: 1,900 + words 

Genre: Romance, with a dash of fluff and a bit of angst. A well-balanced meal, if I should say so myself. 

Warning: Read until the bottom of this page, and you’ll get what you’re going to read, maybe next post or some other time. 

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You felt conflicted whenever Jaehyun was near you.

Although he was your boyfriend’s ex-roommate, there were times that he would hang out at your apartment to catch up with him.

After all, they used to work together as radio DJs. They had a nightly program that you always tuned to before. You and Johnny were still best friends then, and you know you would be frustrated if he still had his program now that you’re together. You two won’t have the time to cuddle, because he would be working and you would wake up with him asleep on the couch.

As you watched Johnny and Jaehyun converse at the dining table, you couldn’t help but observe the younger guy. He was a Disney prince in real life – creamy white skin, immaculately dressed, and with great hair to boot. He also had a beautiful voice that everyone, regardless of age and gender, would fall for.

Those reasons made you feel weird because you’re already in a relationship with one of the most handsome men you know, but at the same time, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him sometimes.

Why am I even thinking of this? You thought as you tied your hair up in a bun to focus on your sideline. It has been a hot minute since you edited textbooks, and sometimes they amused you because some manuscripts contained hilarious content from idiotic authors.

You were already halfway editing the textbook when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see Jaehyun, smiling with his adorable dimples on display.

“Hi Essie, it’s time to eat,” he said gently before he went back to the dining table. You followed suit since you didn’t say no to an invitation to eat. You saw that the guys prepared Korean barbecue, which you have been craving as of late.

“Wow, samgyupsal! I missed this!” You cooed, eyeing all the side dishes that you haven’t eaten in months. “I know you’ve been craving for this, baby. I hear you looking for samgyupsal in your sleep,” Johnny said, eliciting a chuckle from Jaehyun.

You glared at your boyfriend who just gave you a heart sign and winked when you raised your fist at him. Your guest was laughing at your interaction, entertained how one of his best friends bantered with his girlfriend.

As the three of you dug in, you talked about everything – from the weather, your music playlists (to be honest, you liked Jaehyun’s taste more than Johnny’s), your upcoming plans, and even your relationships.

“Uh, can someone please pass me the kimchi?” You asked, your hand trying to reach the bowl of said food across the table. It was Jaehyun who handed you the bowl, and you almost dropped it when your fingers touched.

“Sorry,” you both muttered, giving timid looks at each other. Johnny noticed your interaction and raised his eyebrows.

“Babe, what’s this? You’re shy of Jeong Jaehyun?” He asked, even stamping his feet for effect. You could tell that he was both curious and annoyed – curious that you felt that way and annoyed that maybe your feelings for him weren’t that strong as he thought.  

“B-but…” you started, your eyes meeting Jaehyun’s for a moment before you turned to your boyfriend. “He’s too handsome, just like you…” Your voice was so soft that you felt you were the only one who heard it.

There was a moment of silence before Jaehyun cleared his throat. You and Johnny looked at him, which made him flustered. His ears were practically red now.  

“Baby, I know he’s too handsome for this world, but I hope you’re not falling for him,” Johnny said monotonously, trying his best not to sound jealous.

On your part, you appreciated his honesty. That was one of the things you loved about him – his brutally frank comments helped you with your problems most of the time.

However, you also enjoyed how he seemed jealous of your budding crush on his friend, who now covered his face with his hands. “Please stop looking at me,” Jaehyun mumbled while peeking from the small spaces in between his fingers.

“Of course not, darling! You’re still my number one,” your attention was directed to Johnny this time, “but I have to be honest that Jaehyun is such a stunner that I can’t help but look at him sometimes,” you ended by taking a glance at the guy on your right.

The nerve of this guy to wink at you at this moment! You felt your body heat up at this, and you clenched your utensils tightly to fight it off.

“Jaaaaay! Don’t make her fall in love with you! She should be in love with me, and only me!” Johnny was whining like a baby, and the tension that enveloped the table earlier vanished.

You and Jaehyun laughed at how the 6-footer was acting. “Don’t worry, she won’t. Right, Essie? You’ll try your best not to fall in love with me?” The prince-like guy gave you another wink again and blew you a brief kiss.

You laughed in return, flushing red at the attention you were getting. “Hey, you’re totally trying to steal her from me!” Johnny quipped, whose long arm grabbed your wrist so you can focus your attention on him.

“I’m the only one you love, right?” He changed his voice to a sultry one and he gave you The Look. You felt your heart flutter and your insides became warmer. Ah, he still got you every time he did that.

“Yes, honey,” you murmured, shyly looking at his face. “You’re the one that I love.”

Jaehyun began to sing Shania Twain’s ‘You’re Still The One’, and Johnny followed suit. Then all of you sang the song until the end and burst into laughter at how funny (and flirty) you felt for the past few minutes.

After eating, Johnny had to take care of some errands, leaving you and Jaehyun alone in the apartment. “Don’t you even dare, Jeong Yoon-oh,” your boyfriend threatened, which you and your companion did not take seriously. “Don’t try to do anything to my girl,” were his last words before he left the house.

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If there was one word to describe your situation after Johnny left, it was awkward.

You were seated on the end of the couch with a pillow on your stomach as you busily scrolled through your social media feed. On the opposite end was Jaehyun, who was also doing the same.

You could hear the videos he was playing, and you bet he could hear you mutter something under your breath. That was one quirk of yours whenever you scrolled through your Twitter feed – you had to comment on people’s tweets audibly first before responding to them on the app.

“You’re such a hoe, bitch,” you mumbled as you also typed it as your response. You were commenting on Ten’s latest post, which was an outtake on one of his shoots. He looked like a Renaissance painting that came to life with his velvet suit, silk ruffled shirt, and jeweled shoes.

“Who’s a hoe, Essie?” Jaehyun asked, melting you with his stare.

“It’s definitely not you!” You responded, cheeks red from embarrassment. You didn’t mean for him to hear your comment – you made a mental note to correct your quirk, so people don’t question you.

He laughed at your reaction and moved closer to where you were seated. “Then who are you calling a hoe then?”

You leaned back against the couch, hoping that there will be more space you could back out into. “It’s only Ten that I call as such, and it’s our thing,” you said, raising your phone to your face to cover how flushed it was.

“Really? You and Ten have a thing? Does Johnny know of this?” With every word he spoke, he moved closer to you.

“Not like that, dude! Ten’s one of my closest friends now. And you know he won't do something that will make Johnny angry, right?”

This stopped Jaehyun from approaching you, and it was his time to lean back on the sofa. “Oh, is that so?” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

When you thought that he was done from crawling toward you, he surprised you when he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You squealed as he tickled you on the sides, on your knee, and his hands crept up on your neck.

“Jaaaaaay! Stop that!” You said in between panting, getting tired from laughing. You were pushing him away, but he easily overpowered you with his strength.

“No, Essie, I don’t want to! Say the magic word,” he said while staring at you with all his might.

Time slowed, and you took in how intent he was on making you say the magic word – what was it, anyway?

“Please?” You breathed, returning the stare he gave you. “Please, darling,” you tried again, your voice breathier than usual.

He loosened his hold on you, but he didn’t let go. “Do I need to repeat myself?” You asked, your hands ready to untangle yourself from him.

“Darling, you make me feel conflicted,” he said with the most painful expression on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and struggle, a combination that was indeed painful to see on anyone.

“Are you for real, Jaehyun?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping it masked how shocked you were with his words. You hoped you sounded scandalized to make him stop what he was doing.

“Essie, I like you. A lot. It pains me that I was never able to make a move on you first,” he said, tilting his body toward yours. He now had a loving expression on his face, making your heart melt.

“But why now?” You could feel the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

Come to think of it, Jaehyun was always nice when you hung out with Johnny before. He never teased you – he was actually very sweet and was always on your side. There were times he held your hand, and you let him since you two were good friends.

And how could you forget that he used to kiss your cheek every time you said your farewell? It was not just your cheeks touching – he really pressed his lips lightly on your cheek.

But best friends trump good friends, and eventually, you weren’t able to maintain your closeness once you spent more time with Johnny instead.

“I’m sorry, Essie. I don’t know what to do,” he slowly unhooked his arms on you, “I’m such a fool for coming here. Now I’m confused,” he ran his hands through his hair and looked distressed.

“I’m sorry too, Jay. But if you must know, I like you a lot too,” you said while fiddling with your thumbs.

“Essie, you’re making me more confused,” He sounded annoyed now. “I don’t want to ruin your relationship with John, I know how much he loves you.”

“But does he know that you…like me too?” As much as it made you cringe, you just had to ask him that.

His answer surprised you. “He doesn’t, and I intend to keep it that way.”

This was a plot twist that made your love life more complicated – even though you already have Johnny, you had Mark trying his best to woo you, and now Jaehyun has joined ‘the group chat’, as the kids would say.

“So, what do you plan to do then?” The question came out of your mouth without any thinking, which you now regret.

“Do you want to sin with me?” The way he delivered it sent shivers down your spine. It felt as if you were talking to the devil, only he was clad in a sweater and black jeans.

From that day until the following week, you and Jaehyun had your trysts.

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FIN

[artificialqueens]

Character development 2 (Branjie)- dexx-ss

A/N: Hi, hello, how are ya?

Sooooooo, first of all, thank you so so much for all the love :) I was so happy seeing you guys wanted another part <3 and here it is… if you enjoy this one also there might be a 3 one coming real soon ;) enjoy xx

BROOKE

When Brooke woke up the first thing she saw was just an empty spot next to her. After closing her eyes again Brooke played through all of her memories from last night. Did Vanessa really come to her place or was that just a dream? Brookes world spun around a little and then she was forced to open her eyes again because the alarm went off. “Jesus fuck” she murmured while turning the alarm off and without looking around she got up and went to take a shower.  Everything about this morning was different. 

Usually when Brooke wakes up the person she spends the night with is still at her house. she takes a shower not focusing on the fact that there is someone in her bedroom. When she gets out of the shower there is a high chance that the person has left and when they have not she just waits for them to wake up and when they start leaving says “we should do this again sometimes” (she doesn’t mean it, she just says it for good measure) and watches the other person leave. But not this time. Brooke hoped into the shower and just stood there for a solid minute. Not moving. Just thinking. About Vanessa.

As she stepped out of the shower she hoped that she would see Vanessa just laying in the bed, not like all the other times when she’d hoped the person was gone. But Vanessa wasn’t, she had left and B truly wished she hadn’t.

Brooked owned a dance studio and lucky for her she didn’t have any classes today but she still had to go in and do some paperwork. On her way there she called her best friend Nina “Hey girl wanna grab dinner tonight?” , “Ummm… sure? What happened? Did the booty call not leave again?”. Brooke rolled her eyes “No I just wanna have dinner with my best friend,” she took a deep breath “and I also have some hookup gossip.”. Nina just laughed and let her know that she will meet her when she will get off work.

VANESSA

Vanessa worked as a personal assistant for a designer. She was already like fifteen minutes late so V was ready to get her ass beaten. “Guurl ain’t you lucky today?” Ariel said as Vanjie stepped in. “What?” Vanjie looked around all confused. “Oh Raja isn’t in yet,” Ariel smiled “so you can sit and tell me why you were late. Cause like that only happens when you fucking someone or when you drink too much.” Vanjie rolled her eyes and sat next to Ariel placing two coffees next to her. “Well, I went to a party yesterday,”, “who the fuck goes to a party in the middle of the week?” V pointed a finger at herself “Anyways… and there was this one girl” Ariel let out an excited squeak “Don’t get too excited, she has a reputation of being very anti-relationships, but yeah I went to her place and you know- we did things- ya know, and yeah,” Ariel just excitedly nodded her head to Vanjies story. As Ariel was about to start asking questions Raja stepped in and V shot up taking the coffees mouthing bye to her friend. She felt kinda guilty with the thought that she already said too much to Ariel.

Vanjies day was busy following Raja from meeting to meeting and bringing her launch and dinner, picking up stuff for her (basically her every day). When she was heading home she realized she hadn’t thought of Brooke once. Although she was checking her phone awful lot(waiting for B to text but telling herself she was just looking at the time). At one point Raja said that she is looking at her phone like she killed her rich husband and is eagerly waiting for the police to call. But now leaving work Brooke was everything she could think about.

As Vanessa stepped into her home she was greeted by Akeria, which really wasn’t a surprise to Vanessa because she spent more time at her and Silks place than she did at her own home. “So Brooke huh?” Akeria said with a smirk. “Silk, bitch, the fuck?” Vanjie said while taking her heels off. “So if Silky hadn’t told me- you wouldn’t have told me?”, “No! It’s not polite to kiss and tell,” Vanessa said walking into the kitchen and getting herself a glass of wine. “But, hoe, did she text you tho?” Silky asked when Vanessa got back to the living room.  Vanjie shook her head looking at her wine glass “But maybe it’s for better, you know,” Vanjie took a sip of her wine “but she had a different vibe than all the others.”. Vanessa couldn’t really explain how Brooke made her feel. It was something else. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Every time she thought of Brooke running her fingers through Vanjies hair, or the soft touch of Brookes’ lips on hers or even the way she smiled at Vanessa, V would feel so warm inside and couldn’t hold back a smile.

Vanjie had just been staring at the wall for solid five minutes trying to sort out her thoughts. She was a mess inside but hold her calm on the outside. “Girl, you okay?” A’keria asked sitting down next to Vanessa to what the girl just nodded. “Yeah, you know… actually no, I am feeling the feeling where you don’t know what the fuck you are feeling” A’keria smiled at V “Vanj you fall too fast and then crash too hard, you need to stop”. Vanessa just rolled her eyes and continued the night catching up with A’kerias and Silkys life dramas.

Vanessa hugged A’keria goodbye and went to her room. Layed on her bed and looked up to the white ceiling.  Her mind usually was going 100 miles per hour but this time it was going twice as fast. “Bitch, you need to go to sleep,” she said to herself. But how could she when every time she closed her eyes she saw the blonde girl she only had known for a day. Finally, she felt herself drifting to sleep when she heard her phone buzz.

BROOKE

It was around six when Nina finally met up with Brooke. Nina was a very observant person and very good at reading body language so she immediately noticed that something was off with Brooke. “Spill it,” Nina said with a smile “How was the party?”, “It was something” Brooke smiled shyly and buried her face into the menu. “Brooke, what is going on?” Nina said lowering Brookes menu from her face. Brooke took a huge sigh and told Nina about Vanessa. Firstly she told her about how V ran into her and how she then saw her outside and invited Vanessa to her place. But then she started talking about Vanessa. About her gorgeous body, about her beautiful dimples, her hair, her eyes. Her fucking smile. How funny and sweet she was. How happy Brooke felt around her. How she wanted more and more and more. How she woke up wishing Vanessa was laying next to her. They were interrupted by the waiter who wanted to take their orders. After the waiter left Nina grinned widely, she hadn’t said anything until this point “You have a crush on that Vanessa, my dear.” , “Stop being ridiculous” Brooke said, knowing full well that Nina was right. “You are talking about her like Aladdin talked about Jasmine,” Brooke just raised an eyebrow for Ninas Disney reference “meaning you are literally in love with her, Brooke Lynn Hytes.” Brooke laughed “Okay that is a strong word, maybe crushing a little bit but definitely not in love,”. Nina smiled softly “I think you should call or text her.”, “I would if I had her number.” Their food came and they continued talking about other things.

As Brooke got home she was greeted by Henry at the door. She went into her bedroom to slip into something more comfortable when she saw paper crumbles on the floor. She picked one of the bigger pieces up and it read ‘nessa xx’ she immediately realized that V had probably left her number and now her cats had completely destroyed it. “Fuck,” she yelled out “I love you guys but honestly you’ll be the death of me.” Brooke collected the pieces of paper and saw that the phone number wasn’t destroyed. Should she call her? Text her? No! Yes. Maybe? She took her phone and called Nina instead.

“I have her number,”

“Text her then!”

“You think?”

“Fuck yes, you know what the cost of not following your heart is?”

“Ummm… ”

“Spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”

“Oh god, you are so corny. But okay I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye!”

“Bah-bye”

Brooke didn’t know how to do this because she had never done this. She can’t just ask her out, right? Not how it works. Or is it? She sent the message and tossed her phone across the bed. Now all she had to do was wait for the text message ding.

[bobowhooo]

Sugarboys 3

Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Smutty/The hoes baekon and yoda back at it again

Summary: The boys become reps for the “loey corp” and baek falls in love at first sight??

Third shots the charm *wink*

    “A foursome?”

        “A foursome.”

Chanyeol laughed at my joke while keeping his eyes on the road. I gripped the seatbelt stretched across my sexy ass chest and pushed my head back into the headrest. The weather is nice and I just so happen to get a bonus for my efforts last night. Nothing can ruin my mood today.      

“But baekhyun, are we really going to have a foursome? Because as much as I love you, I don’t think I want to see your dick, dude.”       

“Obviously not, you fucktard. They just want us to go have lunch with them in the office. Can you handle that? And what do you mean you don’t think!?” I yelled at him after processing his words.     

“I'm not completely sure if I want to or not.” Chanyeol said in a nonchalant tone.  

“Chanyeol. I think you need to go ahead and figure that out, my guy.”   

“Don’t say it like that, it’s not like that.”   

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, man. I mean, I am a dangerously handsome person so I can understand the attraction.”   

“I promise, if you don’t shut up, I will kill us both.” Chanyeol spoke with a giggle invading his words, gripping the steering wheel harder with a smile on his face.  

“That’s a bold statement. How do you know I won’t just rock your body with big nasty hooks before you can even try to kill me? huhh?” I said with my index finger poking his right arm.  

The man started to swat my hand away as I laughed and continued annoying the shit out of him. The car swerved a bit when I poked into his neck and cars behind us honked with frustration. Chanyeol grabbed control of the steering wheel with his left hand and pushed my face away from him with his other. “Ugh! Gross! This is your jerking off hand!” I yelled into his huge palm after remembering the scarring time I walked in on him while he was “in the zone” that night. I pushed his hand away from me roughly and let my disgust take over my features.  

“Give it a lick!” Chanyeol laughed out as he pushed his hand in my face again. I grabbed and bent it backward, making him wince and jerk it back to the steering wheel.  

“I don’t care how many times you wash your hands, that hand will always be dirty.” I said while rolling the window down so I can fix my hair in the rearview mirror.   

“Oh! We’re here! Finally.” Chanyeol yelled, surprised by the big and modern building. 

“You sure this is the place?” I said. I eyed it up and down with suspicion. I guess it would make sense for a rich lonely woman to work in a place like this, right? I pushed my way out of chanyeol’s car and put my hands on my hips, taking in the fresh air of the losers wasting their lives working in a place like this. I bet I make their whole paycheck in a day and all I have to do is be hot. Which is never hard for me. I smirked and sucked in air. My eyes wandered the streets hoping to catch some kind of attention. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm coming with your lunch. I just almost got in an accident. Some people were driving recklessl- ahh no, I'm not complaining. N-no im not making excuses, i jus- nevermind. Yes. I'm on my way.”

I watched a random girl rush out of her car trying to balance bags of food and cups of coffee while holding her phone to her ear using her shoulder. Her brown hair complimented her healthy dewy looking skin, and her hips filled out her grey bodycon mini skirt perfectly, cascading down into her smooth legs and her feet adorned in black heels. Her torso covered in a blazer matching her skirt and the dress shirt underneath is silk in a pretty cream white color. It took me a second to realize I was holding my breath and I grabbed my chest. She’s stunning for fuck sake. I gulped before I felt like the world was pulling me towards her. Today just got so much better.

“Nope.” Chanyeol grabbed my shoulder. Here we go again. 

“Not now, chanyeol.” I said swatting his hand away, feeling completely hypnotized. 

“Baekhyun, you always do this, please just-” I interrupted him with my hand on his face directing his eyes to the masterpiece standing just a few feet away. “Holy shit. She’s hot.” Chanyeol spoke under his breath. 

We both made our way over to her with our footsteps in sync. She huffed in frustration as she struggled to get everything she needed into her hands and when she threw her head back her phone fell to the ground. If this isn’t fate giving me a smooth entrance into her life I don’t what the fuck it is. I ran over to her and picked the phone up, checking to see if it was okay while also checking out her wallpaper for any boy or kids secretly. I flipped it around inspecting her case and then looked up at her. Finally, our eyes meet. “Your phone looks fine. Good thing you have this case. It’s pretty protective.” I said with a charming smile. I made sure to graze her hand when I gave her phone back. I hope it wasn’t just me that felt that spark when we touched. I gulped as a new and weird feeling shot me in the heart when she smiled back. “Thank you so much. I'm not usually this much of a mess, I promise.” Her eyes squinted while her small laugh filled my ears. Who the hell is this sent from heaven angel!?

“I’ll take your word for it. Let me help you.” 

“Thank you.” She said sweetly, picking up some of the bags herself.  

“I’ll help too!” Chanyeol barged through. He grabbed the bags from my hand in a hurry and smiled brightly. He looks like a complete idiot. 

She looked at him with wide eyes of confusion and then let out a forced laugh. “This is my big dumb friend, chanyeol. Despite his size, he wouldn't hurt a fly. so don’t worry about him.” I spoke with slight annoyance. 

“Hi.” He said softly, trying to charm her with his cute soft boy facade. My face scrunched slightly at him before turning back to the girl. “I'm baekhyun. Byun baekhyun.” Shit. I didn’t mean to say my name like that. I don’t want to come off as an asshole to her but that probably made me look like one. It’s just a really hard habit to kick. She laughed and held out her hand, “Well, you can call me serri. You guys are pretty funny.”

“Thanks. So where are we going with these?” I asked, holding out the bags im referring to. 

“Oh shit! I'm really late! Please follow me!” She yelled in a panic with a worried expression. She ran (which was really a speed walk thanks to her heels) toward the building me and chanyeol had intentions on entering after helping this girl. Maybe she’s going into the wrong building. “H-hey are you sure you’re in the right building?” I asked.

“Yes, I am.” She laughed. She took it as a complete joke. I looked at chanyeol nervously and he looked at me with wide eyes. I bit my lip as we walked past the desk on the first floor and took an elevator to the 27th floor of this 30-floor building. I have a feeling everything is going to go downhill from here. 

“Serri!” Some random guy ran towards her with a loving smile and I raised an eyebrow. Who is this cotton candy looking, kid? “Let me get those for you.” Me and him met eyes and he checked me out with suspicion. “Who are they?” He asked quietly, taking the bags from her.

“Oh! I met them outside of the building.” She said, still smiling. I handed her the bags in my hand carefully while making eye contact and smiling. I grazed her hand again and bit my lip. She looked up at me looking a bit nervous when my expression turned from friendly to touch me one more time and I might bust a nut. Nah, she actually doesn’t have to touch me, If she keeps looking up at me with those innocent eyes I might jus-

“Ehem!” The cotton candy boy fakely cleared his throat and serri snapped out of the trance I put her in but I kept my eyes on her. “And you are?” He asked in a slightly rude tone. “Byun baekhyun. Nice to meet you.” I said and held out my hand while still looking at serri. She smiled before a tiny giggle made it’s way out as she looked back at me. “I'm luhan!” The guy almost yelled as he slid in between me and her. “Nice to meet you too.”

“And, I'm chanyeol.” The big guy said as he handed the bags in his hand to luhan with an intimidating expression. He must be getting the same rude vibe I'm getting from this guy. Chanyeol threw his arm over my shoulder and I crossed mines. 

“Well, what the hell were you guys doing outside of this building? Loitering? Or just looking for women to help.” He said and put air quotes around the word help. 

“I’ll help your mom, asshole.” Chanyeol whispered under his breath.

“What?” Luhan asked.

“We work here!” I said interrupting them two.

“Really!? I’ve never seen you guys around.” Serri said, looking adorable and confused. 

Chanyeol looked at me with disappointment.

“That’s because they don’t.” Luhan said.

“We do. Well, we’re more like future partners of this company. We actually came here today for a meeting with the ceo Hopefully all goes well and we’ll start doing some real business with you all soon.”

“Oh wow. That’s awesome! So you’re, like, going to be here a lot then?” Serri asked looking into my eyes. Luhan gave me dirty looks after seeing the way she looks at me and I smirked a bit. 

“Well, yes. We’re going to be here for meetings as reps for our company. It’s called loey corp, you might have heard of it.” I said in a nonchalant tone. Chanyeol smacked the back of my head and I looked at him with a death stare.

“No, i never heard of it actually. But I never would have guessed that, seeing as you two are dressed like two casual pop idols or something.” Luhan said.

“Ahhh! That! Well, you know, it’s casual day at the office. so it couldn’t be helped!” I yelled before forcing a fake laugh and hitting chanyeol to make him join in. He dramatically screamed before stomping around and fake laughing to death. I looked at him in disgust before turning back to luhan and serri. “Well, we should get going.” I said with a smile. 

“Oh! Let me take you there!” Serri yelled excitedly.

“Y-you really don’t have to do thaaat.” I said with worry in my heart.

“I insist. Plus im already going there to give the ceo her lunch. That’s kind of my job. I only came here to give luhan his lunch” Serri pushed. A small smile was on my face as I watched her. How can I say no to that damn face? There’s just no way. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Lead the way!” I said with enthusiasm. 

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“And this is the main office. Aka the big house, aka the ceo office.” Serri said, ending her cute little tour. “Good luck with your meeting.” She went to grab the door handle before I took a hold of her wrist. 

“Chanyeol you go ahead inside.” I spoke while staring at serri. Chanyeol looked between us before making a sound of frustration and grabbing the bags. 

“Is there something you need to tell me?” She looked up at me in confusion. The truth is I just wanted a few moments alone with her. Just to stare at her face. But now I have to think of something to say. “Well, I just wanted to say thank you for showing us around. It was sweet of you. I think I owe you a coffee now at least.” I said, giving her a charming smile.

“Hmm, sounds to me like you just want to take me out for coffee. Am I wrong?”

“I don’t know, Are you?” I teased.

“I hope not.” Serri bit her plump bottom lip, probably feeling like she was actually wrong about what she said. Despite that though, she still looked at me confidently. Those two feelings danced around her pretty face driving me to the sweetest kind of crazy. “You’re not.” I whispered.

“Excuse me!” I jumped and turned around to find a pissed off ms.yes. “Just why the hell are you so late, and why did you have someone else deliver the lunch I ordered you to get!?” 

“I'm so sorry, i-”

“There is no excuse. I have had it with your constant fuck ups. I had no idea taking on an intern would be so annoying!” 

I looked at serri as she kept her head held low. For some reason that sparked something in my stomach making me step in front of her. “It’s my fault. I was distracting her and told chanyeol to go in ahead with your lunch.”

“No, it’s alright baekhyun you don’t have to cover for her. She’s just a stupid 20 year old. Don’t try to save her. Go sort papers with the other secretaries. I can’t stand looking at you anymore.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Serri spoke meekly before walking away with her head still low. I looked back at ms.yes and she smiled. I can see through everything she just did and it makes me want to hit a woman for the first time in my life. I guess every now and then I have to remember she’s not just some old rich lady. There’s a venomous snake behind her fake personality. I guess this is the only time I cared enough to see it for how it is. Now that she’s involved. “Shall we eat now?” Ms.yes clapped her hands together with the same smile from before.  

“You did that on purpose didn’t you.” I said. Her face dropped to one of fake confusion before a sigh slipped through her lips. “Was it obvious?” She asked with her eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, it was. For a moment you felt less than so you established dominance and superiority by yelling at her. Tell me, do you feel better now? Do you feel like you’re back on top?” 

“So what? You never cared before if I was a little feisty. Why does it matter right now?” Ms.yes looked at me trying to find the reason behind my words and my expression. “What is it? It’s not like she can do anything for you so why care about her. I don’t recall you ever being this way. Not for anyone other than chanyeol at least.” I looked away from her. It’s not like she’s wrong. Our eyes locked again and I took a deep breath, my chest feeling heavier than before. “Ms.yes, I can understand why that’s all you think I care about. If someone can pay me, if someone can help me get somewhere. But I still don’t want to see someone innocent get chastised for my own urges. None of it was her fault. You owe her an apology.”

She scoffed and ran a hand through her perfect bob. “My apologies only go to you. I’m sorry for not being clear that you are just a young boy I fuck for fun. You have no say in what I should do or not. Now, now, baekhyun. Don’t get uppity just because you’re getting a little more money than you’re used to these days. Remember this, your job is to sit and be pretty. You’re my arm candy. Not my guilty conscious. Please act accordingly.” 

This goddamn bitch. “Well, this arm candy has lost his appetite. I’ll take a rain check on lunch. I think im going to grab my chanyeol and go for the day. It was nice meeting up like this. We should totally do it again sometime.” I said with a small forced smile. Going off on her isn’t on my agenda today. Plus, doing that would make me seem ten times less attractive. I could lose her as a client. Which is not what I want. Yah boi lives a pretty expensive lifestyle, I'm not willing to change that. I reached behind her closing most of the space between us to make her heart race for me one more time before I go. “Chanyeol, let’s-” I cut myself off after I pushed open the door to the office and found chanyeol basically dry humping the client ms.yes has over. 

“On second thought, you can keep him.” I said before slamming the door.

“Why would you agree to another lunch date!? If I was you I would have told her to fuck all the way off a cliff!” Chanyeol yelled as he slammed the door of his car. I did the same but less rough while laughing. “Dude, I'm serious! How could she talk to you like that? You’re the supplier, she’s the one in demand. It’s not fair for her to treat you like you need her more!” the big man moved about dramatically to emphasize his words. 

“Yeah, yeah. But I chose not to care. Why lose my biggest client over something small that she already apologized for. Even if I can replace her quickly.” I said, stretching my arms and taking in the fresh air. “Besides, I have other reasons for wanting to come back and having some lunch.” Thoughts of seeing serri again filled my mind. I admit I have a bit of a crush already, but I won’t get ahead of myself, because I could say the same for a few other girls that didn’t let me fuck them upon introduction. Which is not a large number of women. But the weird thing about serri is as much as I want to get in her pants I want to get in her head, see what she’s thinking, get to know her. You know, the cheesy stuff. 

Me and chanyeol entered the building and passed the front desk security without a hassle. We heard people whisper about how handsome we were every time someone passed us and I smirked. Going with a suit today was such a good idea. Not only because I have to keep my lie going with serri, but because I just look so damn good. Someone arrest me. I heard a sweet voice call out for me to hold the elevator when chanyeol and I stepped on. Chanyeol put his hand out in front of the doors and I looked out to see who it is. My eyes found a rushing serri running towards us. “Hurry!” I said loudly, beaming at her cutely. I can’t help but smile if she's going to look that adorable when she runs.  Serri ran into the elevator before relief spread across her face. “Oh! Heyyy, guysss! I didn't even realize it was you. Nice suits. Looks like it’s all business today, huh?” 

“It always is. Late for lunch again?” Chanyeol asked after letting the elevator doors close.

“Not this time, but I do have to get these papers up to the other secretaries asap, or else they’ll rip me a new one. It’s not my fault they’re all late on their paperwork, but, hey, it’s what interns do.” She said while nodding.

“Well, we’ll be happy to help you, if you need it.” I said, still smiling.

“Oh no, I learned my lesson. But thank you for the offer.”

My smile dropped and I looked away. What does that mean? Is she going to watch herself around me now? All because of yesterday? “Well, what if it wasn’t just an offer. What if I insisted?” I asked in all seriousness. I won’t let what happened yesterday come between us. Serri looked up at me and pursed her lips, trying to find words to say. Before she could though, the elevator bell sounded off and she snapped her head to the door. “I-i have to get off here. Luhan has some papers for me.” She said before trying to walk off. I stepped in front of her and she bumped into me, papers first. The work in her arms folded at the ends while they pushed up against me and I smirked. 

“You seriously don’t think im going to leave you alone right?”

“I-”

“Chanyeol, grab the papers, I’ll have my hands full.” I slid my arm over serri’s shoulders and gave her a playful smile. “I think I need another tour of the place.”

We walked into the 27th floor like that and I caught that guy luhan giving us the evil eye from afar. There’s no way this guy is her boyfriend but he really could fool me if I didn’t know any better. “It’s you two again.” He said in a sassy tone while eyeing my arm that’s around serri’s shoulders. “Thanks for the very warm greeting.” I voiced quietly. Chanyeol dumped the papers in luhan’s smaller arms and he got dragged down a bit by the sudden weight. “Yah! I could have a paper cut now!” Luhan almost yelled at chanyeol. I stifled a laugh and so did serri before chanyeol gave luhan a pat on the head. “I can kiss it better if you want.” Chanyeol teased. Luhan rudely eyed him up and down then walked off as if he’s just been disrespected in the worst way. Which is understandable. 

“Baekhyu, we should go” Chanyeol said with a fading amused smile. I nodded and turned to serri. “When are you going to give me your number so I won’t have to continue interfering with your work. Don’t get me wrong though, I could definitely do this all day.” She giggled at my words and put her index finger on her bottom lip in fake contemplation. “Well, I guess I do want that coffee you owe me. But I don’t know if I want you to stop interfering. You annoying me at work is making it more bearable.” She said with a teasing smile. 

“Im annoying, huh? Girl, you haven’t seen shit yet.” 

“Oh yeah, he can be much worse.” Chanyeol interrupted quickly. 

Serri laughed and nodded her head. “Fine, I’ll give you my number if that means I get to be annoyed more.”

“Of course it does. I’ll even annoy you with the details of a cute little coffee shop we can meet up at.” 

She laughed again and smacked my chest, letting it sit there. “I'm looking forward to it already.” I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. This would be the moment we kiss. When I give a girl this look she never resists. Serri’s cheeks flushed a bit and she moved her stare to the hand im holding to my chest. I stepped closer and licked my lips. I’ve been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on her mouth. 

“What are you doing?” She asked in actual confusion. The same emotion filled me when I snapped out of it. Shit, this is so embarrassing. I looked around with my face still close to hers and started flicking imaginary dirt off her blazer. “Ahh ahah! so dirty. I was just cleaning off your blazer. I saw some stuff there....” I spoke nervously while backing away. “Ohhh. Thanks, I guess!” She said, obviously forcing that cute laugh out. “I thought for a second you were trying to kiss me.” She scratched her head with smiling eyes. 

“Nooo, we just met. I would never.” I said. I'm such a liar. A good looking one though. “Well, I have a meeting. I’ll catch you at the coffee place later?” I asked casually to see if I didn’t just scare her into not liking me.

“It’s a date!” She spoke excitedly while she walked the other way, beaming at me with flushed cheeks. I watched her walk away and grabbed my chest in relief that it’s over. “Real smooth, my guy.” Chanyeol said, patting my shoulder. “You really outdid yourself on that one.” I punched him in the arm and turned around to the elevator. If I don’t get off this floor right now, I’ll scream. 

“Baekhyun!” I heard a stern voice call for me before I could take another step and my shoulders slumped. Who the fuck. I heard heels click closer to me before I turned around once more to lay my eyes on an aggravated ms.yes and some workers following her, struggling to keep up with her pace. “Ahh, you’re here?” I formed a question out of nervousness and giggled. 

“What are you doing down here?” Her lips were tight when she asked. 

“Someone’s big mad.” Chanyeol whispered under his breath. 

“I was just, you know, looking around. You got a nice building around here!” I spoke loudly before some fake laughing bubbled up in my chest. She just stared at me with upset eyes, making me halt my actions. She sighed and nodded after eyeing me up and down. Her mature hand waved up and backward as a sign to the people behind her to scatter. “I had to finish some work on this floor but I'm done now. Come, let’s get some food in that body.” She said softly. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” Ms.yes asked with her hand rubbing my thigh. 

“Yes. thank you for it all. It was delicious.” I slid her hand off my thigh and smiled. I’ve decided to punish her for her behavior yesterday by cutting off any skinship. Then once she in that craving dick state she gets in, I’ll make her beg. It’s an easy set up since she’s so predictable. Predictable, boring, and horny. It’s sad how she chases after thrills but is still boring as shit. But maybe it’s because I have this newfound dislike for her. Probably both.

She looked at me with a frown and then grabbed her cup of green tea. I bet it's bitter like her dark soul. “Well, I have to get back to my office now. It was nice to eat lunch with you guys. Especially my yeolie.” The lady that’s one of chanyeol’s regulars tickled under his chin lovingly and he giggled like a school girl. I swallowed down my throw up before scoffing. “It was nice eating with you too, noona!” Chanyeol spoke in a cute way, making me stifle my laughter. I think I could actually die from watching this any longer. Ms.yes, on the other hand, looked at them as if it was the best couple she ever laid her eyes on. Which is to be expected from her. 

The lady got up and chanyeol followed her like a puppy as he grabbed her hand. He picked up her bag while she waved at ms.yes, both of them walking out wearing smiles as if they’re in love. He really is something else around that old hag. I guess that’s apart of the game though. I sighed when I leaned into the modern couch placed in the middle of the office, sitting right next to the coffee table, that’s now all dirty with the remains of the food we ate. I wonder who cleans that up....probably the janitor. “Baekhyun, you’re dismissing my advances.” Ms.yes broke the silence with a confused tone. I looked at her and pursed my lips. “Yeah, i am.” I spoke nonchalantly because that’s how I was feeling. 

“Baekhyun. I said sorry for the way I acted already yesterday. What more do I have to do? huh? Do you want another car? Do you want to go on a trip?” She asked desperately. Her eyes are hungry as her body creeps closer to me. I almost smirked but caught myself before it happened. This will always be my favorite emotion any of my clients show me. This desperation, this desire to do anything for me. The woman of the upper echelon melting like ice in my hands. It feels better than sex, sometimes. “Baekhyun, answer me. What do I have to do?” I finally let a smirk slip before turning to face her and loosening my tie. 

“I guess another car will do.” I said with a pout.

“Consider it done. Now, come here.” She said, grabbing my tie to pull me closer. If this was anyone else I would have gotten a boner by now. Let’s hope I can get it up today because for some reason she’s looking extra unattractive. I let her kiss me and unbutton my shirt. Her hands spread around my chest when she finally exposed it from the dress shirt it was hiding under. If I don’t start putting in some passion right now she’ll get upset. So, here we go.

“Knock, knock! It’s time for me to clean up your lunc-”

I paused my movements when a sweet voice barged in. “Serri!” I turned around in surprise. 

“I'm sorry!” The door shut after she yelled her apology. Shit. Shit. Shit. I pulled away from ms.yes in a rush. I tried hard to button my shirt back up before I went after serri but ms.yes gripped my arm, her polished in black nails dug into my wrist before I turned to look her way. “Where the hell do you think you’re going.” Her voice low and scary. “You think I didn’t see you two on the 27th floor? Making googly eyes at each other? Don’t play this game, baekhyun. You want your car, don’t you?” Her grip tightening with every word. 

For a second I wanted to stay. For a second my selfish side kicked in. Who is she? Why should I care? But my heart can’t take it. I don’t know why I feel like I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t go after her. I can’t leave her alone. I ripped my wrist from ms.yes in a hurry, rushing to the door. 

“Wait! D-don’t leave.” She yelled. “I’ll make her life as my intern a living hell.”

I bit my lip. “Darling, since when did you become so weak?” 

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“Serri! Serri!” I ran towards her as she opened her car door. “Serri, please! Wait!” The girl ignored me and slammed her driver side door, starting her car without any hesitation. I wasn’t thinking when I jumped in front of the vehicle. I stretched my arms out to completely block her. “Serri, It’s not what it looks like! It's complicated, and I can’t just explain it right away like this. But please, don’t run away from me.”

“Move, byun baekhyun!” 

“Serri, listen! I'm a piece of shit, I know! I don’t give a fuck about anyone other than myself, and chanyeol. All I do is chase money and pleasure, and I have such a big ego that pointing these things out to you makes me want to punch a wall! But this is me trying my best to show you how far I will go. I will do anything, anything, just to get to know you better! Serri, just give me a chance.” 

She turned off her car before getting out. Her steps, quick, as she walked over to me. She got close to me and on instinct, I began to back away. Her face getting closer to mine with a blank expression. “One chance. Just one.” Serri said with reluctance. “Only because I'm interested in what might happen next with you.” A sigh of relief rushed through my lips. I don’t know what this feeling is, I don’t know why I can’t let her walk out of my life.....but I know that if she did, I would regret it for a long time. 

“Thank you, serri. I won’t take this chance for granted. Be prepared to be swept off your feet, girl!” I said, finally smiling.

“We’ll see about that.” Her tone was serious but her face was teasing as she looked at me.

“I'm serious! I’ll be the prince charming of your dreams.” I bent my legs to be the same size as her, looking into her eyes with a grin.

 “I don’t know what's happening, but keep going.” Chanyeol whispered out of nowhere. I darted my eyes to him and dropped my smile before I heard serri’s small nervous laughter in my left ear. “Fuck off.” I whispered through tight lips at chanyeol. He smirked and threw his arm around my shoulders. “I have to admit, you two would make a great couple. I mean, he looks like he’s already in love.” 

Serri raised her eyebrows and nodded her head as she took note of chanyeol’s words. “Love at first sight maybe?” She asked me teasingly.

“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one.” 

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Sweet Baby

Pairing: Sam Winchester x black!fem!Reader

Warnings: flirtatious Sam

Author's Note: I love Sammy and his extreme boyishness in the beginning of the show, and absolutely had to write him in that fashion. I hope you enjoy :)

@thotyana-in-this-hoe

Masterlist  Black Girl Insert Series

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Walking into the department store, you release Sam's hand, "Okay. We have forty-five minutes. Whatever we get is what will be furnishing our apartment, and we are getting each other a housewarming gift, don't forget that. Ready?" Sam pulls you to him quickly, delivering a hard kiss before nodding, "Ready."

Setting your watch, you begin running before telling Sam it's time to start. You hear Sam laughing before you round the first corner and grab up the bed in a bag you know he will forget. Tossing the large bag into the back of your cart, you begin to grab up some more things to give yours and Sam's new apartment the tastefully lovable touch of a black woman.

Grabbing up a lamp and a few small potted plants, you decide to rush over to the men's clothes for a pajama set for Sam. His housewarming gift is going to be all things to pamper and treat himself with. You don't know too much about Sam's childhood, but you do know that there was a lot of traveling, a lot of tension, and not a lot of pampering.

As you're moving towards the shampoo, you just happen to look up from your watch and spot Sam running across the store with two 99 cent reusable bags in his hands and his head down to check his own watch. Chuckling to yourself you grab up the men's Slick n' Shiny shampoo you came for and go back to the furniture for some couch pillows and a desk you can assemble at home for studying.

Sam finishes his shopping in twenty minutes, his two cloth bags filled to capacity. He can't help his impatience as he waits by the customer service desk for you. Sam desperately wants to give you his gift and decorate your apartment together. Sighing, Sam pulls his phone from his pocket and calls you, "Hey!" He says as soon as you answer, "So, I know we said forty-five minutes, but I'm already done and really wanna see you now." Sam pouts into the phone, hoping his puppy dog demeanor can reel you in.

It doesn't.

Scoffing, you shake your head, though Sam has no way of knowing that, "Sammy, babe, we settled on forty-five. It's not my fault that you moved quickly and decided to leave yourself with twenty minutes left to wait in boredom. So, stop pouting and wait for me patiently."

You hang up before you can hear Sam groan, but you figure he does as much. Looking for ways to occupy his time after five minutes of small talk with the guy behind the counter, Sam sighs heavily, and points at the phone, "That go over the whole store?" The guy nods, waiting for Sam to ask what he knows he's going to.

Sam can see the anticipation of his question on the guys face and balls his own in apology, "Do you think you could page her for me?" When the guy nods with a bored sigh, Sam beams, "Great! I'll uh, I'll just write out what I want you to say, okay?" He says, taking a pen and a holding his hand out for a piece of paper.

You're pulling three different kinds of candles from the shelf when the p.a. goes off, a bored and monotone voice sounding throughout the store. "We need a missing girlfriend to come to the customer service desk. She has been described as having hair in tight coils, lips that could kill a man, and an - I can't say that word, this is a family store... Okay. And a tush that doesn't quit."

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you give a silent apology to the poor woman being paged. At least, it's funny until he continues, "She may answer to 'Boo Bear' or 'Sweet Baby'." That, is when you realize that the poor woman is in fact you.

Heaving a sigh of embarrassment, you push your cart up to the front of the store. As soon as Sam spots you in line, he smiles widely, "There's my boo bear." Sam approaches you to give you a kiss, but before he can get close enough, you point a finger at him, "Nuh uh. You can take your cute little messages, and wait for me in the car."

Sam knows you're upset, more embarrassed than anything, so with a chuckle, he rushes over and kisses your cheek before making his way outside. Everyone near the front of the store takes turns peeking from you to their carts or companions.

Part of you thinks that you should take longer and make him wait for you to finish, but the embarrassed part of you wants you to rush outside and scold Sam while withholding his housewarming present. The woman at the counter encourages the latter when she gives you a smile of conspiring, "That was so cute! Y'know, he stood there forever choosing which of your nicknames he'd use. Fair warning, I definitely put my thoughts out for boo bear."

She chuckles again, but you're too embarrassed to fake giggle with her. Grabbing up your bags, you wish her a good day and speed out of the store before anyone else can mention just how cute you and Sam are. With only five steps left before you're free, the jerk at the customer service desk pokes his head over the counter, "Have a nice night, sweet baby."

You can't help but to groan as you rush to your car. The only thing stopping you from going back there and flipping him off is the abundance of children that were in line. Sam's stuff all fit in the back seat, fortunately for him, so yours all goes in the trunk with you grumbling all the while.

When you finally slide into the driver's seat, Sam is smirking the way he does whenever he's completed a prank he's proud of. While proud, though, Sam isn't stupid, so he keeps quiet until you pull into the parking lot of your apartment and turn as best as you can towards him, "Why in the world did you do that? You embarrassed the hell out of me, Sam!"

Now Sam turns that boyish look of his towards you, "Embarrassed you? Who, me?" You don't want to smile at him, but you can't help it, he's so cute. "I should keep your gift to myself." Sam gives a small wrinkle of his nose at this, "You should, but you won't." When you shake your head, Sam knows he's forgiven and leans across the console towards you, "Come here, sweet baby." He says smoothly. Any other time, Sam muttering those words would leave you melting, but instead, you lean back in your seat, "Just so you know, that guy you told all of my nicknames to called me sweet baby on my way out of the store, so I hope you're ready to hear that every visit, cause you can trust I won't say anything now."

Laughing, Sam grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

*

All of your decorations are up and Sam huffs a laugh when he stands beside you and sees how much more than him you got, "I really like the gentle men's touch added." He says regarding his coasters, rustic coat hanger, and picture frame that holds a picture of the two from the day you met at Rajah's reception, the two of you are laughing and leaning against each other.

Rubbing Sam's back softly, you pass behind him to grab his present. Sam is happy when he sees you carrying a duffel bag with the tags still on it - he's big on duffel bags and the straps on his favorite one have both officially fallen off - and when he notices how the duffel bag isn't empty, the grin becomes a teasing smile, "Thank you so much for getting me just a duffel bag with our one gift limit we gave ourselves."

You know he's teasing, he's always teasing, so with a roll of your eyes, you drop the bag by the couch and wave him over, "I don't have all day, Winchester, get over here and sit down." As Sam pulls his gifts from the duffel, his smile gets more and more genuine. After Sam pulls out your final gift for him, a leather planner - he always talks about his dad's old worn journal, and you wanted to give him one of his own - he stands and wraps you in a tight hug, "Here, I put yours in our room."

Lo and behold, on your pillow is the lovely silk hair scarf you always mention needing along with various lotions and your favorite body wash. "I can't believe you fixed your lips to say something about me getting you more than one gift, Sam Winchester." You scold with a reluctant smile. Giving Sam a quick kiss, you go over to your goodies and smell them all.

"Where did you find my scarf? I haven't been able to find any good ones at that store." You ask Sam as you pick it up and fold it properly to put it on. Sam steps behind you and begins tying the scarf for you, remembering the way that you told him fit your current hairstyle best. While you can't see his boyish smile, you can tell he's wearing it by the tone of his voice, "While you were out last night, I ran across town to that store you like and grabbed it before you got back." As Sam finishes speaking, he also finishes the knot he's working on.

Turning to face Sam, you smile widely, "You extra cheated, Sam Winchester." He doesn't even trying to deny it, giving a shrug in response, "You're worth it."

[cherylsellender]

Can You Break A Beacon Without Silk Touch

Can You Break A Beacon Without Silk Touch

How to install a lighthouse

Depending on the number of levels in the lighthouse pyramid, different powers are available. To activate one of the powers, place an emerald, diamond, gold or iron bar in the slot, select a power and press the green ■■■■.

When it comes to how to build a lighthouse in Minecraft?

To build a lighthouse in Minecraft, first get 81 iron ore, 3 obsidian blocks, 5 sand blocks, a star at the bottom and fuel. When you have all the materials, use a furnace and some fuel to melt the iron ore. Then put the sand in the oven to make 5 glass blocks.

Do you also know how to build a lighthouse pyramid?

Steps to create a tag structure (4-layer pyramid)

Place 81 blocks as the first layer of the pyramid.

Place 49 blocks as the second layer of the pyramid.

Place 25 blocks as the third layer of the pyramid.

Place 9 blocks as the fourth layer of the pyramid.

Put a lighthouse in the middle.

Open the tag menu.

And how many blocks do you need for a lighthouse?

Requires one hell star, three obsidians, five glasses (in the shape of a lighthouse) and at least nine iron blocks / gold blocks / emerald blocks / diamond blocks.

How do you get a side effect light?

If the lighthouse is on a 4-level pyramid, the secondary power section on the right is also active. The player can then choose whether he wants to activate the regeneration power in addition to the primary power or if he wants to increase the primary power to level II.

Can you break a lighthouse?

The amount changes the effect, but not the block. And it has not yet been said, you can disassemble a headlight with your own hands, it will not break.

How far can a lighthouse go?

The maximum range of the headlights is about 70 meters. It can also be customized in 7 different levels.

Do you need screen printing to break a lighthouse?

If you break a headlight block without a touch of silk, you’ll get all three withered heads again.

Do the lighthouse pyramids have to be huge?

The pyramid can have up to 4 levels (each subsequent level has different blocks) and must be made of iron, gold, diamond or emerald. No minerals, but massive blocks of 9 ingots or precious stones.

Do beacons work in the Netherlands?

How can I create a fully operational lighthouse?

To light it up, you need to build a pyramid of iron blocks on which the lighthouse will rest. The lowest wattage is simply a 3 x 3 square, with the reflector in the middle. Adding a 5x5 square at the bottom that makes it level 2, followed by a 7x7 square and finally a 9x9 square, which means it’s full of electricity.

Can you break a chain?

Strings fall like an object when broken with a tool or with your hands, but a hoe is the fastest way to break them. ↑ Times are in seconds for unwanted tools.

How do I hatch a dragon egg in Minecraft?

There is no way to hatch the dragon egg, it is basically a trophy for defeating Enderdragon. You can get the egg in your inventory by following these steps: Once you defeat Enderdragon, a structure made of rocks with holes and an egg will appear.

Can you use lapis lazuli for a lighthouse?

Warnings require a clear view of the sky, although rocks and transparent blocks (including water, lava, mud, and other warning blocks) are not considered obstacles. The lighthouse is built on a pyramid made of iron blocks, gold blocks, emerald blocks and / or diamond blocks.

How many poles do you need for a complete headlight?

How many blocks do you need for a Rush 2 Beacon?

How do I get Efficiency V, Urgent II?

To unlock the second column of effects in a lighthouse, you need to build a lighthouse of the maximum size. Under the lighthouse there must be a pyramid made of suitable signaling materials, otherwise it will show only the first level of effectiveness. It takes 164 blocks of iron, gold, diamond or emerald.

How do I turn on a lighthouse in Minecraft Pocket Edition?

Tap the lighthouse to open this window. Then, place a mineral (a diamond, an emerald, an iron bar, or a gold bar) in the bottom groove. Now you can choose a main effect.

Where can I find a lower star?

The lower star can only be reached by defeating the guardian who is a boss. Whenever a star is released and is not affected by the loot spell.

How to color a lighthouse in Minecraft

Hold Shift and right-click on the top of the lighthouse to place the glazing. (Otherwise, clicking Beacon without holding the Shift key will get you the Beacon GUI.) Beacon should now have a color beam!

What does Minecraft hurt?

How many blocks are there in Minecraft?

150

How do I complete a portal?

Can You Break A Beacon Without Silk Touch

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[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell Arc II: Watt Outta Hell (5)

Chapter 5: Dropping the F-Bomb

           Then there was F-Bomb.

           The funny thing was, even though he was supposed to be my partner, that douchy velociraptor was probably the gang member I knew the least about. Nine of the ten times I saw the guy, he looked like he wanted to punch me. The other tenth, like he wanted to slit my wrists. Whenever the guy could, he’d push me off on one of the other guys, or just ‘forget’ to supervise me when I was building my first tommy gun. Out of potatoes. (He insisted that last bit was to teach me to ‘improvise’, but I dunno.) Also unlike the others, I didn’t recognize him from Jurassic Park. A-Hole was the one that did the famous door unlocking scene. Schizzle and D-Bag chased the two kids in the kitchen. Hoe was in the scene where they fought the T-Rex in the museum. Heck, even Weena got in on the action (she was the dinosaur that spit poison at nerd guy)! But F-Bomb? I could reenact that film by myself I knew it so well (and I often did, to my little bro’s chagrin), so I can ensure you, he was not in the thing at all. His body was covered in soft downy feathers, like a pillow. When I asked everyone about this, they just told me things like “F-Bomb is a jerk” or “Don’t go prying into his business”, which to my little kid ears meant “find out everything you can about the little guy. Everything.”

I also spied like a little kid, which mostly meant I would stare at F-Bomb while he was doing crap until he told me to leave him “the fork alone!”

           This wasn’t that often either, since he spent most of his downtime in his room: a little hole with a door right behind A-Hole’s desk. I thought it looked like a rabbit hole, if the rabbit were secretly a vampire with an unquenchable thirst for intensely graphic violence.

           Once a week Hoe insisted we do therapy to help ‘release our inner frustrations’. First I was worried, since if her sessions were anything like what my Mom sent me to, we’d wind up knowing more about ourselves then we ever wanted to know. And believe me, I’ve met myself, and you do not want to spend longer with that guy than you need to! Instead, we would ‘vent’ our anger by drawing pictures with crayons. But being Deinonychus who lacked opposable thumbs (save yours truly) we’d all get frustrated and slam out crayons into the paper until they bled, or as close to bleeding as a crayon can possibly get. They we’d draw death, in all its most gruesome, horrible forms. There were mutilations, lacerations, Velossi screaming as their brains melted from the inside, coming out of their nose. (Well, except for D-Bag. He’d draw something like, say, a scarecrow in front of a television wearing a sippy hat and say it represented ‘Death of the Mind’) On a good day, I’d learn fifty graphic new ways to torture someone, both physically and psychologically.

           So why am I telling you this, you ask? Because F-Bomb drew the nastiest, most horrid pictures out of all of them! In fact, I’ve contractually required to never speak of them ever again since one of my peer readers had to be sent to an insane asylum (Also Carl, if you’re reading this, I’m really, really sorry about that!) though I will say this: all the pictures involved someone getting very close to F-Bomb’s door. And if that wasn’t enough to drill the message into your head, he taped these to said door, like a little kid proud of his artwork (just don’t tell him I said this, okay?)

So what do you think ten year old me did when F-Bomb and A-Hole were away? Go on, guess.

           Between F-Bomb’s room and the door, there was a tunnel, ceiling so low I had to crouch to get through. It kind of reminded me of the time I climbed up a slide when I was six, except instead of shocking me with static electricity, everything was covered in this sticky red stuff. Overall, I’d say it was an improvement. The tunnel finally let out into what I can only describe as a veritable wonderland of plastic figurines, cheap dime-store manga, cheaper fake swords, and a pile of trash that’d been there so long it had fossilized to the floor. Besides every single wall being lined with shelves full of some knickknack or other, the only major features of the room were a small table with a T.V. on it (the old kind, with the antennas sticking out on top and a video tape player) and facing it, a bed so soft and fluffy I nearly mistook it for a cloud at first. And sitting atop this bed was a pillow with a life sized girl printed on it. I must have stared at the girl pillow thing for ten minutes, trying to grasp what it was, or for that matter, why everything in the room was in near perfect condition; not a single thing damaged or horrendously mutilated in any way. In fact, everything kind of smelled like lavender bath soap, which was really weirding me out. But my attention always kept returning to the dumb girl pillow (or is it pillow girl?), with her creepy oversized eyes and yellow meatballs in her hair. She looked kind of funny, actually.

           Suddenly, possibly the greatest temptation I’d ever faced came over me. I wanted, no, I needed to do something stupid and uncalled for to that pillow. For some reason, this always happened to me whenever I was alone in a room I didn’t belong. I always had to disrupt something, whether it was switching around a pair of books in my Mom’s study or touching a Monet original when nobody was looking, if I thought I could get away scot-free, you can be sure as sin I’d do it. But halfway to getting my finger towards my target, I briefly remembered that one scene from Aladdin where the monkey touches something in the treasure room and nearly kills everyone. Was it really worth the risk, I wondered? This was a dangerous sociopath’s private horde, after all. Then I remembered the funny scene where the Genie starts singing and stopped caring.

           My finger carried onward to its’ destination in dramatic slow motion, finally touching down on the blank surface where her nose should have been to the loud booming of bass drums. My head erupted in a triumphant crescendo as the soft cotton beneath gave way as my finger touched silk so soft it was practically liquid. For a brief moment my head exploded in euphoria at having entered another domain. The domain of the pillow. Now, I’m no artist, but whatever that one guy was thinking when he painted God touching fingers with a regular joe, it was exactly what I was feeling. Man, it was glorious!

           That is, until half a second later, when I heard the rapid clack-clack-clacking echoing through the tunnel. By the time I turned around, F-Bomb was already standing in the tunnel’s entryway, redder than Mars and emitting a smoke that smelled a lot like gunpowder.

“WHAT. THE FORK. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE?”

[fultontheauthor]

A Good Day

                                                      Sunrise

           When did a sunrise become the ultimate symbol for life’s fresh out of the package moments? Daylin Hutchinson saw God’s little, bouncy ball pop up every morning with nothing new attached to it. It was just the same urine-colored rays of light that disrupted the sleep of the free roaming pack of bums near her bus stop. Daylin often wondered why people got all hung up on celestial bodies. Centuries of ink jockeys were just too afraid to look down at all of this shit, she thought to herself as she watched an old man simultaneously scratch his groin and spit.  

           “Behold! A new day,” she laughed, lifting her hands dramatically towards the sky. The old man turned in her direction, blinked a few times, and quickly shook his head in disbelief. He shuffled towards her, but Daylin had no desire to be in flea-jumping distance. She quickly stood and waved her arms and started babbling in Latin. The geezer did an about face and dove head first into a nearby cluster of sea grape bushes screaming,

           “I’ll get off the shit, Lord. I swear! Call back your Holy Ghost!” Daylin sat there laughing hysterically. When she first started taking the bus from Ft. Lauderdale to her new job at Books on the Beach in the boggy bosom of downtown Miami, she didn’t realize that the bushes surrounding the plastic canopy were junkie condos. They would scurry up behind her and tug on her hair while asking her if she was for real. Daylin delighted in these watered down philosophical musings, but she could not stand anyone touching her without her authorization. Once, she had to deliver a little, hardcore cogito ergo sum[1] in the form of some pepper spray. She had never seen a dope head move so fast and in such a perfectly linear fashion, no less. However, years of Catholic-school-strength guilt made her find him the next day, apologize, and give him twenty bucks worth of good faith. After that, she decided it would be more economical to use her natural charms instead. Lucky for her, the difference between a ghost and a surly albino becomes blurred after you’ve been behind the eight-ball for a few years. She heard the hiss of the number 12 before she saw it snake across three lanes of traffic to reach her stop.  

           “Good morning, child,” the bus driver, a high-spirited Haitian woman, shouted. Daylin gave her usual silent gaze and small nod combo. It was way too early for cheery sentimentality. Daylin often thought the words “good” and “morning” should start to see other people. Her boss, Ben, was an AM junky and insisted that the bookstore be open at precisely 0700 hours. Ben claimed that his days as a drill sergeant had forced him to look at every morning as being chock full of possibilities. Daylin chuckled to herself, because not once had they ever sold a book before ten. She suspected that another reason Ben opened so early was to catch a glimpse of Miss Maggie, the owner of the salon next store, who just so happened to have a serious hard-on for mornings as well.

           “I wonder if Ben has been shot down yet,” she whispered, pulling a newspaper out of her purple satchel. She loved finding connections between the obituaries and the birth announcements. One time she found a family that cut a cord and pulled a plug all in a matter of two days. She had the articles framed and mounted over her bed and next to her Kama Sutra poster of The Milk and Water Embrace. Before she could even get past the wedding announcements, she felt a dozen eyes trying to undress her medically. She lowered the paper and watched as everyone pretended not to be looking at her. This little game of peek-a-boo went on for about 15 minutes, before someone finally whispered the A-word, and put the clinical debate to rest. Except, for two pre-teens who were convinced that she was one of Dracula’s hoes. Normally, Daylin enjoyed a good Stoker reference, but this time it was accompanied by little, gaping mouths and a father too busy scrolling through his phone to correct and check their insensitivity. She had gotten used to the staring by the time she reached adolescence, but when people found it necessary to unhinge their jaws at the sight of her, she took it personally. When the bus pulled up to her stop she made her way up the aisle at a zombie’s pace, rolled her eyes back at just the right moment, and added in a little werewolf drool. They both quickly scooted back in their seats and knocked their noodles against the glass. Daylin thought this was a perfect contraceptive commercial moment. She caught herself smiling in the overhead mirror, as she waited to exit. Her teeth matched her flesh tone, and her eyes were that special type of lavender that only the Cheshire Cat could pull off. It attracted the attention of the bus driver, who slapped her on the shoulder and laughed,  

           “Nice trick, Pretty Girl.”  Daylin winked and vanished in the morning sun.

                                                      Morning

            Daylin only got about three feet before she felt like smearing barbecue sauce across her breasts and thighs. She quickly dug into her bag for her sun hat and Cyclops shades. When she was born every pediatrician told her parents that they should consider moving to a state where the word “sun” wasn’t used for advertising purposes. Her parents refused, they loved Florida, and they wanted Daylin to be able to stand up to anything, including Mother Nature’s bright and steamy PMS. She remembered her mother basting her in sunblock, placing a sombrero-sized sunflower hat on her head, and sending her off to her first encounter with the school system.  Needless to say, Daylin developed an elephant-sized backbone by the time she was six. The only time it wavered was at her father’s funeral. She couldn’t approach the casket without feeling mousy. Her mother wasn’t feeling anything, except for her new fiancé’s bulbous thigh.

           When she reached the parking lot of the Starlight Plaza, she was in no mood for pleasantries. She spotted Ben helping Miss Maggie carry some supplies from her car and complimenting her on the condition of her 67 Eldorado. Ben struggled under the weight of the stuffed plastic bags, but he was determined to see this He-Man tactic through. Daylin could tell his arthritis was waging war with years of military-grade pride. Her father had the same cast iron ego. His years on the police force had made it so he had lost his ability to flinch before taking a hit and conceive of a world where damsels could drive past ten o’clock at night. She feared that Ben could only communicate through heroics, and Daylin knew from experience that this was a dead language.

            She snuck along the edge of the lot, but she ran into something louder than a chicken with a firecracker up its ass.

           “Watch where you going!” Selena Castillo snarled, chasing after her purse. Daylin started to make a grab for it, but Selena snatched it up and hissed,

           “This is Prada, Casper… Chica estúpida!”  Her heels angrily dug into the cement as she took off towards the salon. Daylin was about to let the fur fly when she spotted Ben making a final attempt to impress his Jamaican Juliet. He was balancing all the bags in one arm and opening the door with the other. His snowy comb-over looked hung-over, and she couldn’t tell if he was blushing or having some kind of allergic reaction. Daylin thought if she were to lodge her foot in Miss Maggie’s best beautician’s ass, his odds would be completely shot. Instead, she decided to take it out on an innocent copy of Candide when she entered the store. Selena had been flying around in her ointment since the day she started working at the bookstore. The two businesses shared a courtyard out back, and it was impossible to take out the trash without bumping into her or one of her acrylic laden sidekicks. Daylin had swallowed a large dose of Cyrano syrup by the time she hit puberty. She could take an insult, whip it right back, and have the whole room laughing in a NASCAR minute. Also, Daylin wasn’t afraid to throw punches or the occasional blunt object. But, again, she didn’t want to be the reason that the only other heart left in this military vet’s life was purple.  

           “I think… I’m wearing… that little lady down,” Ben huffed, as he came through the door. Daylin smiled and laughed,

           “If you keep it up she’ll be the Grand Canyon before she’s your girlfriend.”

           “I know, but it’s different for grown folks. You twenty-year-olds date like it’s a raunchy game of musical chairs. Where’s the subtlety? Where’s the woo?” Ben said, unlocking the register.

           “Woo?” Daylin replied, with her eyebrows in full arch mode.

           “Yes, woo! Whatever happened to paying ladies compliments, sharing umbrellas, and all that jazz?”

           “Jazz?”

           “Okay, okay! I get the point. I’m way past my skirt-chasing expiration date.” Daylin could feel a dirty cottage cheese joke forming on the tip of her tongue, but she quickly swallowed it when she saw Ben’s eyes drift over his wedding band the way her fathers’ used to when she would bring up her mother’s dating exploits. He sat down on one of the old, reading couches with a defeated sigh.

           “You could just ask her.”

           “God, I want to! It’s just…we’re both widows and I’m waiting for the right moment…and I want her to feel properly courted,” he stuttered between coughs. Daylin only hoped that this moment was in the near future. An oxygen tank would make for a very squeaky third wheel.

           “We got a new shipment of those romance novels in the back. Why don’t you go unpack them, and I’ll take the first watch.” Daylin nodded and went to sort things out among the sexy covers and the silk sheet plot lines. Who am I to be giving out love advice? She thought to herself, as she tore open the boxes in the back room. The only real example of a relationship she had ever witnessed was her parent’s Hindenburg romance. The flames and the fallout were the backdrops of her adolescence. Her mother discovered the independent Cosmo-girl lifestyle after menopause delivered her into the hands of a very free-spirited and handsome life coach. Her father was a Rockwellian montage of fifties sitcoms; he didn’t stand a chance. Daylin fought back the memory of the day when he committed the ultimate samurai taboo. She shook her head and dropped the subject, along with a few books. She always wanted to remember him as the man who reinvented the Sinatra serenade and the purveyor of the lost art of rose covered apologies.    

           Her own personal experience with love was divided between having some random guy feel her up at a concert and her sixty-page master’s thesis on Jane Austen’s greatest hits. Regardless, she wanted Ben to be happy and for at least one romantic to not end up so God damn hopeless. Daylin found herself assuming the market crash position, along with the rest of the graduating class of 09. College programs wouldn’t touch her without a doctorate, high schools were slashing budgets, and newspapers were sucking on the dot com tailpipe. Ben’s ad in the classifieds saved her from a suffocating waitress uniform and going through serious book withdrawal. This job offered her a safe place to regroup, and she wished she could repay him for taking a shot on someone with no real life experience.

           “Don’t worry, darling. We deal in fiction,” he laughed when she brought it up during their first interview. After she finished unpacking the books, she took the boxes out back to the dumpster. She had to pass through the courtyard and a tropical blend of palm frowns and Pall Mall smoke. Selena was perched up on the communal picnic table playfully flicking her ashes into her friend’s half-eaten empanada.

           “Mierda![2] Somebody call the Ghost Adventures team,” Selena laughed. She playfully swept back her out-of-the-box blonde tendrils. Daylin continued on and pretended like she didn’t hear her. On the trip back, Selena’s flunky called out,

           “You should let us fix you up!”

           “We don’t have enough hair dye for that,” Selena snickered.

           “You must have used it all on your mustache,” Daylin whispered.

           “What was that, snowflake?” Selena shouted.  Right before Daylin was about to turn around, Miss Maggie stuck her head out the back door and yelled,

           “Luisa, don’t yah be leavin’ that relaxer on Missus Truman. Las’ time you almost burnt her scalp clean off!” The other girl quickly vacated the premises. Selena followed her comrade laughing and acting like her scalp was on fire. Daylin wished she could have provided her with some real motivation, but she had just recently quit smoking.

           “Good… Day! Tell your boss I said hello,” Miss Maggie laughed.  

                                                   Afternoon

           Only her father ever called her Day, but Miss Maggie said it with all the same warmth and affection. Daylin wished Ben would step up his game before some geriatric Romeo started wandering around in her garden at night. Miss Maggie was about Ben’s age but was one of those women who defied the hourglass. Time had only managed to scratch up a few crow’s feet and a beautiful nest of silver braids. Daylin always admired the power of Personality Botox. Just as she shut the door to the rainforest of mentholated mist, Ben came scrambling into the back room.

           “Listen, I’ve got to go run a few errands. Keep an eye out for our new Twilight display,” he said, putting on his old army cap. Daylin rolled her eyes at the thought of a bunch of pubescent protozoa squirming about looking for their next “hottie” fix. As usual, Ben sensed her disgust with the teen trend.

           “I know, but at least they’re reading. Tell you what, I’ll place it next to the Self-Help section, so there’s room for improvement,” he laughed, ducking out the back. Daylin smiled and headed up to the front desk, where Ben had arranged pieces of literature on Doctoral programs.

           “He never gives up, does he?” she whispered. Ever since she brought up her degree, Ben had turned the store into an application minefield. He even went as far as leaving a few in the ladies room, which definitely helped loosen up her bowels. The thought of another four rounds in academia made her want to instantly shit her pants. She was exhausted from her first tour of duty and was enjoying her life free of theoretical barbed wire. Daylin knew he meant well, but she was just not ready to commit to anything yet. Suddenly, the door opened and in came the living incarnation of all commitment issues.

           “Hi, I’m looking for some books on Van Gogh,” he said, running his hands through his blond buzz cut. Sure you are. Daylin thought as she motioned towards the art section. This guy was a regular and a regular piece of work at that. He would come in every week with a new piece of arm candy and then give the poor swizzle stick the slip a few days later. Today he was flying solo, which meant this was a fishing expedition. His tribal tattoos and his coffee house demeanor caused Daylin to keep stock in tissues. The jilted ones would always return to the scene of the crime hoping to see the little worm. Daylin whipped out her reading glasses and decided to take her frustration out on Ben’s copy of Don Juan. She always enjoyed finding hundred-year-old grammatical quirks and awkward phrasing. She barely made it through the first canto when the reflection from his nasal piecing scurried across the counter.

           “I can’t seem to find anything biographical,” he announced as if he had just discovered electricity. She quickly flipped a snarl into a smile and replied,

           “I’ll go check the back for you, sir.” Ben was big on customer service, and Daylin had to learn how to fake orgasmic-level sincerity. She checked a few boxes and scaled to the top of the corner bookcase where Ben had a tendency to house the overflow. The Victorian section, in particular, seemed to multiply faster than their customers’ curiosity. She smiled as she glanced over at Dorian Gray and Dr. Jekyll who were within virtual make out distance.

           “You boys play nice now,” she snorted. This caused her to inadvertently move a little and the old, off-balanced stool beneath her toppled over

           “Oh, crap!” she yelled, grabbing onto a shelf. The bookcase buckled and everything came crashing down in a title wave of Nineteenth-Century Decadence. She opened her eyes to find three copies of Madame Bovary straddling her face.

           “Sorry ladies, you’re not my type,” she whispered, trying to lift the case off. It was wedged between the back wall and a crate, and Daylin’s efforts only invited more books to join the claustrophobic orgy. She screamed for help as she heard the front doorbell announce that any would-be Lancelots had officially left the premises. Maybe he’s going for help. She thought as she searched her pockets for her cell phone. Suddenly, she heard her “Ebony and Ivory” ring tone laughing at her from the other room.

           “So…not…happening,” she screamed. After an hour, it became painfully obvious that no one was going to save her. The thought of that cunt juggling Casanova strolling merrily on his way made all her tears sizzle up.

           “I understand I’m not Disney damsel material, but I’m in distress, damn it!” Another hour rolled by, and she started to wonder if her current situation was perhaps some form of a messed up metaphor for her life. Then she decided that, if it was a metaphor, God needed an editor. Yeah, she was obsessed with books, but this lacked any sort of originality. There isn’t a red pen big enough for this shit! Daylin thought as she felt her anger boil over into the worst type of memory froth. She saw her father in the arms of his gussied up hunting rifle with his frontal lobe open to a wide array of tragic theories and interpretations. What was left of his face held a happy sort of frown with a hint of nostalgia. He decided to face oblivion while facing his favorite photo mantle. This was the only time his dress uniform was anything less than spotless. It was his weekend on the divorce rotation schedule, and Daylin was ready with a fresh list of grievances about her mother’s new boyfriend. She always hated how that paternal poser called her his Little Snowball.

           Her father always listened, smiled, and inserted his usual “tally ho” and “sally forth” commentary when he felt it was appropriate. He had this way of laughing at life that felt like there should be a Live TV Audience sign haloing above him. At his funeral, Daylin couldn’t stomach all the questions surrounding the point of impact. When a fatalistic-looking priest entered into the muffled debate, Daylin decided to quash the impending divinity diagnosis.

           “Spoiler alert! God didn’t do it,” she shouted. For months, she had teased him about dating out of some childish fear that she would morph into the world’s strangest looking second fiddle.

           “Wanted: A woman who digs bald spots and Viagra,” Daylin laughed when her father brought up the possibility of joining one of those fifty and over dating sites, a few weeks before he decided to roll credits.

           “Serve ‘em up,” he laughed, polishing his dome. Daylin should’ve remembered that heroes could only admit to weaknesses in the form of well-placed quips, and that’s only if “The End” was lurking a few pages away. The bells on the front door handle brought her back into thinking in the present tense.          

           “Daylin, could you come give me a hand,” Ben yelled.

           “Unfortunately, no!”  

           “Why no—Oh, Jesus” he yelled, rounding the corner. Ben dropped the new display and quickly set to work trying to free her. He wedged an old piece of wood between the case and the wall and pushed. Then, he set about untangling fact from fiction.  

           “Are you all right?” he asked. He removed the last of the femme fatales and a rogue piece of the fallen shelf. She didn’t respond and just laid there listening to the wind wiggle its way under the back door. It sounded so soothing, but Selena’s laughter quickly broke up this elemental text message, before Daylin had a chance to pull some meaning from it.

           “Post-modernistic, bitch!” She whispered, climbing to her feet. She headed to the door with every intention of dumping a camel load of last straws down that girl’s throat.  

                                                        Sunset    

           “We should really go to the hospital,” Ben yelled from the doorway. Daylin appreciated his concern, but it had to be temporarily pushed into her emotional slush pile.  

           “Mira[3], it’s the Pillsbury puta,” Selena whispered. Her friend playfully spewed her Cherry Fanta, while laughing.

           “Yo, did I just hear pops ask you out. Bedpans and catheters are so romantic,” she laughed.

           “Does he make you wear a nurse’s uniform?” They all started to playfully thrust their pelvises. At that point, Daylin stopped and turned to see Ben blushing enough for the both of them. Originally, she was just going to tell Selena off, but now the bitch had taken a shot at Ben’s rusty sense of self-esteem. Daylin knew Miss Maggie was probably within hearing distance, and there was no way that Selena was going to pass up an emasculation smoke break. Daylin decided she would disguise a rescue in the form of what she termed Explosive White Girl Syndrome. She stopped about a foot short of her quarry and activated her patented silent time bomb. Daylin’s particular brand of backbone had made it necessary for her to procure a certain amount of legal knowledge from her father. He always told her to never throw the first punch and let the other person provide you with just the right amount of evidence to justify an assault. Now, it was just a matter of getting Selena to wrap her loose lips around the hook.

           “What? You gonna do something?” Selena said, getting up. Her friend retreated to the shade and shouted,

           “That pendeja[4] is not worth it!”

            “What!? She--ain’t—goin’--do nothing’” she screamed, poking Daylin in the shoulder. It had been her experience that most women respond to silence as the ultimate middle finger. Daylin narrowed her gaze to give it a flashing red exclamation point. Selena immediately lunged and grabbed a hold of her throat. Daylin grabbed her wrists and gasped,

           “Ain’t… is not a word!” Then, she pushed down and kneed Selena straight in the jaw. She flew backward screaming something that sounded more like ancient Theban than Spanish. She got to her feet and spit out a tooth and some blood-spattered obscenities.

           “Dat's enough now!” Miss Maggie shouted, running out into the courtyard.

           “Call the cops,” Selena hissed.

           “I don’t think so. I saw you lay hands on her,” Miss Maggie laughed.

           “Bitch… I run this,” she said. Selena frantically pointed to the salon.

           “Cock mouth kill cock! You’re fired,” Miss Maggie shouted. Selena froze and let out a Chihuahua-sized whimper.  

           “You may be good, but you’re not worth all dis here drama. Besides, you take breaks like you own da place. Time is money and da bank is not stealing my Daylight savings,” Miss Maggie laughed. Selena screamed and headed down the back alley with a matching pair of blue bruises and broken pumps.

           “I’m gonna call you, The Editor,” Ben laughed, scrambling over to Daylin with a first aid kit. He started to tend to her acrylic neck wounds when Miss Maggie called him over to the shop. Daylin assured him she’d be fine and ushered him over to his Juliet. She looked up and watched as a few sun-burnt clouds stood toe to toe with the receding sun. She always preferred sunsets because it took more guts to descend into complete darkness.        

           “She wants to have dinner!” Ben shouted, jutting back across the courtyard.

           “You should go get ready,” Daylin smiled.

           “You’re invited too, Champ. She wants to apologize for that girl’s behavior. You’re my in, Missy! She even wants to introduce you to one of her doctoral-type nephews,” he said, playfully elbowing her.

           “You just don’t quit, do you?”

           “Nope,” he said. Daylin playfully saluted him as they laughed their way across the courtyard and into the darkening store.

           “Hey, I found this in the debris,” Ben said, handing her a photo of her parents. Daylin took it and looked at her father’s smile. It must have fallen out of her satchel when she fell.  

           “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

           “A little, but like my father always said… tomorrow is a new day.”

 [1] Cogito, ergo sum is a Latin philosophical proposition by René Descartes usually translated into English as, "I think, therefore I am."

[2] The Spanish word for “shit.”

[3] The Spanish word for “look.”

[4] The Spanish word for “asshole.”