#left one kinda looks like Lindsey Lohan

[taakiitoo]

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

MY LAPTOP IS BROKEN

i yam typing this from my macbook i got from a stranger on offerup who told meh to meet him at Astoria "outside the station n tht it would b easy to 1dentify them cuz he would b wearing a orange Jumpsuit" like some HAUTE prison couture shit. he Had a thicc new yorker accent n treated it lik a drug deal, he kept looking over his shoulder n sped off once u gave him the monies. LIL DID U KNO the mf macbook would have SPANISH ACCENTS ON IT but it would work perf fine except now the shift button or camera dont work Cuz after this gala, u n one of ur best fwendz were cuddling with alcohol on tha bed and spilled it on the dam thing. u just got told yr jobs closing down cuz they gettin sued and u can't join zoom calls via camera but u just hope for tha best cuz ny unemployment takes 5evvaaa. y kant i just b a rockstar? like hot n paid for it?? Being a rockstar gf is not in tha cards for me anymore tho.

42nd st smells like star anise and herbs ur Dad would brew into tea and ur just trying to get to pacific trimming .. U pass by ur old sugar daddys warehouse n U give urself a ol lil chuckle cuz Ya rly did pull dat shit. Randos at tha store wanna take pix with u n ur still shy n flattered n find it hard to associate with the person on camera vs person in tha mirror, am I tha only one who feels this cognitive / bodily dissonance. ??.?

i curated this list thinkin ab the musician i met lastlast winter who wanted to show me his music, i said sure, n he played me his entire album on his guitar for just a little over an hour while telling me he could order us "the worst coke he's ever done in his life which includes suicidal ideation during the come down.' he apologized profusely afterwards n gave mediocre head. Yes , we have matched on tinder 3 more times. why do i keep swiping rite u ask. Trust me all my toxic traits are still unbenognst to me myself Ni, ok.

one good thing ab living in nyc is that when u need to cry on the subway, no one cares, No one asks u why u have bandages on ur wrists And no one asks if Yr ok after they shove ya real hard cuz they prob need 2 get somewhere real soon . I think i've learned to enjoy tha silence n the weight of what new yorkers rly mean when U catch them staring then they look down rite away. I think it means that they're showing respect tht u most likely wanna be left alone. It's an unspoken code .Band aids fall off the ankles of beautiful women, no one asks to give them tha extra one in their bag. Subway performers, singing their hearts out n expressing themselves so raw and well r ignored. i dont own headphones anymore so i Kan pay attention. i think it means something 2 show someone u listen.

WELL.

...U may hav fallen on a strangers lap on tha C train this week Cuz ur new rock platforms made ya SLIP n SLIDE but ur reminded Ur not the only fucked up one in tha head cuz a few months ago someone sat on ur lap thinking u were a got dam seat too. Subway vibes.

H3AVen was S000 fun in tha CLOUDS w bali bby n Lust sick puppie dancing on stage with yr friends n letting them wear ur pink n glittery tiara just like lindsey Lohan in mean gurls. [these days i rly wish i wuz like regina george. but just the part when she gets hit by a bus.] speaking of lindsey lohan. I SAW THEM ON A PLANET FITNESS COMMERCIAL WHILE STREAMING MI SAD LIL PEEP MIX. likeWTF. tht wuz kinda lit. TIL NXT WEEK MAYB fwendz. ty 4 reading ;3

[justwritethatdown]

High school au set somewhere around 2009 - it’s gonna be a multichapter but I don’t have a title for it yet… Avril Lavigne is gonna be the soundtrack for this 💜

Beca is an introverted fifteen years old who loves music and is about to start high school. Chloe is The Popular Girl™ and they meet because their parents are friends. There’s a lot of Jesse but Bechloe is gonna be endgame (obviously) It’s supposed to be a slow burn but i’m an impatient idiot so we’ll see about that…

Words Count: 2K

Rating: T

Read it on AO3 or under the cut ↓ 

Please tell me what is taking place (‘cause I can’t seem to find a trace)

“Bec, can you please be nice tonight? It would mean a lot to Sheila and me" repeated her father for the millionth time. Beca just sighed heavily at that and crossed her arms around her chest. They’ve talked about that ad nauseam, there was no way for her to get out of this stupid dinner at Sheila’s friends.

Sheila – a.k.a. the step monster – was the most irritating being on the planet. Beca was sure she only acted nice to her to make a show for her father and actually hated Beca just as much as Beca hated her.

“Oh come on sweetie, they have a daughter your age, I’m sure you’ll become very fast friends” she promised in that annoying high pitched tone she had “I don’t want to make any friends” Beca grumbled and could swear she heard Sheila whisper something to her father about her being weird and having no friends, but decided to ignore that.

She didn’t need new friends, she had Amy and that was enough – more than enough sometimes – Amy was a lot, mostly to someone as introverted as Beca, her loudness and recklessness were pretty hard to handle, but they knew each other since forever and Amy stood by Beca’s side during her parents’ divorce, which meant the world to Beca.

“Come on kiddo, I’m sure you’ll like her. She goes to Barden high, so you can ask her advices for next year" said her father turning in his seat after parking the car “so she’s older than me!” stated Beca “oh for God’s sake what’s one year, specially at your age?” gasped Sheila, her nice facade starting to crack at Beca’s brattyness “never mind" spat out Beca under her breath getting out of the car.

Her father stopped her when he saw she was about to put her big headphones over her ears “don’t make me take these away from you" he warned her with a glare, so she just snorted and left them hanging around her neck.

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Beca suffered immensely all through dinner, Chloe – the girl she was supposed to become best friends with to please Sheila – was hideous, she barely introduced herself without stopping pushing the buttons on her Blackberry, obviously more interested in her text than in Beca. Her parents were two pompous idiots – just how Beca imagined Sheila’s friends would be.

As soon as they finished eating, Chloe left the table without even excusing herself, focusing on her phone again.

“Chloe why don’t you show Becky your room, honey?” encouraged Chloe’s mother “sure" answered the redhead without any kind of emotion and left.

Beca gulped, she didn’t know what to do – was she supposed to just follow her? Did she had to wait there for Chloe to come back and invite her to her room? – it was clear that Chloe didn’t want her in her room.

“Beca? Go" pushed her Sheila and the girl found herself following Chloe’s path, she thought she heard someone whisper “that kid is so weird" but she shook it off, too focused on how weird she felt to intrude into a stranger’s room like that.

It turned out that Chloe didn’t mind her intrusion – one could say she didn’t even notice it, if not for the short nod she gave Beca along with a “this is it" before sitting in front of her computer and spending the night chatting on MSN.

After standing awkwardly in Chloe’s room for some moments, Beca decided to sit down on a pink fluffy bean bag sofa and finally put her headphones on. She spent the night with her iPod Classic, as she did most of the times.

Beca had the time to properly look at Chloe, to study her – something she liked to do with people.

The sixteen year old was definitely a popular girl in school – definitely someone Beca would have never wanted to be friends with – she seemed to be coming straight out of Mean Girls – that stupid Lindsey Lohan high school movie Amy made her watch once.

A shiver run down Beca’s spine. She didn’t love the idea of starting high school at all, with all those jocks and beautiful girls who thought they were better than anyone else – Beca could totally see Chloe being one of them.

Chloe was undeniably attractive, the computer light flashing on her face highlighted the perfect traits of her face and the sharp angle of her jawline, her red hair was coming down in large soft waves and her soft blue eyes made her look like a Disney princess. Her slender fingers flew quickly over the keyboard of her computer while she replied to the dozens of beeping notifications blowing up on her screen. Beca had to look away, feeling a weird grasp at her stomach she’d never felt before.

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To Beca’s displeasure these stupid dinner dates became a thing, and she was forced to see that girl at least a couple of days per month, even if Chloe seemed to have the power to defect those events, since she never showed up when the dinners were at Beca’s father’s.

Beca wasn’t sorry about that, she was just upset she didn’t have the same luxury.

Chloe smiled at her once, greeting her with a soft “hi" when the brunette went to her house to yet another dinner, and Beca kept thinking about how warm that made her feel for a long time – because it caught her off guard obviously, she wasn’t expecting that, it’s not like she stopped thinking about how beautiful Chloe looked when she genuinely smiled or why she smiled at her anyway.

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Months passed and it came the time for Beca to start high school. Amy was out of her mind excited about that and it only made Beca more nervous.

Her first day – the first month even – could have been described with one word, better yet a name: Jesse.

Jesse was in most of her classes and for some reason he was obsessed with her. He managed to learn more about her in only the first week than most people have ever tried to know in her life – he asked so many questions.

At first Beca was annoyed by him and tried to avoid the guy every time she spotted his stupid face in the hallway or at the cafeteria, but it was pointless because Jesse always managed to find her. Amy even started to tease her about her new boyfriend and Beca hated it.

She started to get used to his intrusive presence somewhere during week two, when he casually mentioned a concert of a Sum41 cover band he was sure she would have liked.

It opened up a crack in the big wall she spent so long building up – obviously what Jesse was trying to do since day one – but she didn’t push him away like she would have done with any other intruder trying to tear her defences apart, she instead decided to show him something she considered super intimate and private, something she had never shown to anyone before, she decided to show him one of her playlists.

She even agreed to go with him to the concert – telling herself she really wanted to see the band and couldn’t go without the fake ID Jesse had promised her.

Thinking about it, it didn’t take a genius to understand Beca would have liked such topic. After all, the girl always wore her headphones and from her style – heavy dark eyeliner, pierced ears, studded bracelet and dark boots – it wasn’t that hard to guess her musical tastes either.

“I knew you liked Avril Lavigne” was his first reaction scrolling through the titles in her iPod, Beca blushed at that; there were many other artists on there, such as Linkin Park, Green Day, Evanescence, Blink182… and he decided to point out the one that meant more to her.

“I love her, I think she’s great" he added pressing play on Sk8er Boi “you kinda remind me of her" he shouted over the sound filling his ears. Beca’s eyes widened for a moment and she looked around the schoolyard to check if he had drawn any attention towards them, she still couldn’t believe she was letting him use her headphones.

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“It’s Be c a, with one c" she repeated to the guy who was paying very little attention to her anyway – Luke apparently.

“All right guys, it’s gonna be 50 bucks each and it’ll take a couple of days” he said looking at them with a charming smile “to pay now" he clarified clearing his throat and Jesse rushed to pay him “thanks Johnny. I’ll reach out to you when I got them" he said before leaving.

“It’s Jesse…” sighed Jesse when Luke already had left.

“Dude, I’m giving you the money first thing tomorrow, don’t think I’m letting you pay for my ID" “I could’ve never thought something like that" he joked smiling at her.

Okay so maybe Jesse became her friend and maybe Beca liked that – not that she would admit it.

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After a month Beca thought she was starting to get used to the whole high school thing and she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she thought, classes were boring and had nothing useful to form her regarding what she really wanted to do in life, but at least she had Amy and Jesse to lighten her mood.

The brunette was walking down the hallway, headphones on as usual, when she saw Chloe. Beca’s breath caught in her lungs at the sight of the redhead leaned against her locker animatedly chatting with a group of friends. She looked so different from the girl she was used to see at dinners; she looked radiant, like a ray of sunshine. Beca could tell all her friends were hypnotized by her energy and enthusiasm.

The sudden collision with a guy running in her opposite direction brought her back to reality “Dude! What the fuck?“ she hissed, but the guy didn’t bother stopping to check on her, so Beca shook her head and walked to her classroom. She didn’t notice Chloe looking at her.

From that moment Beca’s high school experience became a little different, she was always looking out for any signs of Chloe, she turned her head at any glimpse of red hair around a corner or every time she heard a particular kind of giggle – yes, she stopped wearing headphones in the hallways just to hear that – she’d even learned the faces of those she believed to be Chloe’s best friends and, obviously, her boyfriend – Tom, or something.

During the course of the first semester there had been almost zero dinners and her father told her she didn’t have to attend them because he was sure she was busy with homework, so the only occasions she had to see Chloe were those when she ran into her at school – not that she cared – they never interact and Beca understood, Chloe was a popular girl and with that role you have to maintain the appearances, she couldn’t risk to be seen interacting with some freshman alt girl just because they ate at the same table a couple of times, it wasn’t like they were friends anyway.

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Beca was nervous. She would have never expected to open her front door to find Chloe Beale standing in front of her. She felt her ears heating up when the girl smiled at her “h-hi… you’re here too” she babbled hating herself immediately, but Sheila appearing behind her to greet the Beale family gave her enough time to disappear into the kitchen.

Now they were in Beca’s room after dinner. Chloe didn’t feel as awkward as Beca did entering her room all those months ago – or as awkward as she felt right now, for what is worth – she immediately made herself at home sitting on Beca’s bed, bounching on it a little while looking around.

Beca blushed at the amount of posters – mainly Avril posters – hanging on her walls. Her room was much darker than Chloe’s and she was sure the redhead must have thought she was a freak.

“I like your room, it’s pretty cool" “…you do?” asked Beca in shock “yes! And your bed is so much softer than mine" added Chloe lying down. Beca was silent for a while, her brain was filled with so many thoughts she couldn’t speak, she’s never been good with words anyway.

Beca gasped when she saw Chloe stretch to reach for the iPod and headphones resting on her bedside table but couldn’t stop her from taking them.

“What do you always listen to anyway?” asked Chloe sitting back up “beside Avril Lavigne” she added with a giggle that made Beca feel more attacked than she should have, the brunette moved to sit on her bed next to Chloe and took the device from her, holding it protectively against her chest “stuff… you wouldn’t like it" she scoffed “try me" said Chloe tilting her head, smile still in place.

Beca couldn’t find it in herself to say no.

They laid on her bed with her headphones placed between them, listening to Beca’s playlist until Chloe drifted off to sleep. Beca kept laying beside her, looking at the redhead sleep on her pillow and completely ignoring the weird feeling she had in the pit of her stomach that was starting to be something not unusual when it came to Chloe.

[ohmydcrling]

hi, sorry to disturb you, but can you tell me where the office for bae “baby” bong-cha  is? y’know, she’s the 26 year old client here at Masters? kinda’ looks like lee sungkyung if you squint? one of the guys over at I.T. said she is vibrant and gregarious but sheltered and shallow, does that ring a bell? i have her coffee order right here.

name: bong-cha bae fc: lee sungkyung pronouns: she/her age: twenty-six sexuality: ??? degree: n/a  occupation: actress & model

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↳  positive/negative traits

+ vibrant, gregarious -  sheltered, shallow

↳  likes/dislikes

+ pandas, pink, poppies, parasols  -  busts, bagels, bottled water, beets

↳  other

birthday: may 3rd

sun sign: taurus 

inspiration: mary-kate and ashley olsen, shirley temple, lindsey lohan, baby june, raven symone, dakota fanning

on the screen before she could walk, talk, or even hold her own bottle, bong-cha grew up as a television superstar along with her twin brother (to be named? to be filled? HM!). 

second generation, her parents moved from south korea to the states to pursue american show business, but unlike their children bong-cha’s parents had trouble finding the same quality of work in los angeles as they did before they’d moved. so when bong-cha and her twin brother proved popular, they put a lot of work into sensationalizing them so that the whole family could benefit from their popularity. 

in the middle of all the fame, she claimed the stage name baby, after a recommendation from her parents and her agent.

VHS movies, fan club cruises, clothing lines, television series, and blockbuster movies centering around the dynamic child duo blazed across the united states and lifted them onto the perfect pedestal meant for a huge empire.

they were the faces of every kid’s lunchbox, the child detectives to solve the mysteries of their ghost-written book series, and the protagonists of famous and staple coming of age movies.

bong-cha’s brother decided he was done with it after finishing high school, enrolling into college and slipping under the radar to get an education. bong-cha on the other hand was still passionate about acting. after he left she suffered not having her obligatory plus one. 

baby moved to south korea to pursue projects there, taking part in k-dramas and reveling in the new spotlight she’d acquired doing more lead roles that didn’t bank on having her brother as a counterpart. she received agency and independence, and it felt stupid to complain about being popular, but she was in so many projects that she began to burnout. 

after taking a year-long break, she moved to new york city, where she was interested in getting back into the american media scene that had given her her initial success. she wanted to be in more serious and artistically inclined projects and be seen for someone that wasn’t just a washed-up actress trying to make it without her brother. because she knew she wasn’t. baby can sing, she can dance, she’s multilingual, she can play the piano, and she knew if she weren’t talented her career wouldn’t have flourished in south korea. it was all the proof she needed that she just needed her own identity.

baby came to masters in search of rekindling her passion for acting as an art, and since masters is the best international management company in the world... 

outside of her career: 

although kind and well-meaning, baby is clueless about what life would be like without her privilege. she’s the type to hand someone a wad of cash without thinking about whether they might find it insulting.

she’ll smile at anyone that looks at her for a moment too long, and she does stop to take photos with fans even if her bodyguard hates when she does it. 

she’ll use her award-winning smile to get herself and anyone else out of trouble. 

she WILL pout to get whatever she wants and she has no qualms about throwing a tantrum to do so, either. sometimes baby is too accurate a stage name. thankfully, it’s hardly used for evil.

her favorite pastime is playing the piano. catch her playing chopin on her off days. 

she’s a little confused but she’s got the spirit, you know? 

very very supportive, will help you achieve your dreams by using her money or her connections without complaint or much thought. she’ll vouch for you without thought until you prove to her you don’t deserve it. is the type to withhold love and affection when done dirty. 

wanted connections: 

a gf or ex(no gender preference) that is/was using her for her money

a lost or missed connection she lost touch with who used to be thick as thieves with her

an old PR romance that either turned sour or ended bc the contract did 

or we can brainstorm together !!

[hornsbeforehalos]

The Conquests of Norman Reedus: Kylin [Finale]

Paring: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: Language, Strip Club references, Younger woman/older man, SMUT (18+ ONLY PLEASE) A/N: Set in the same AU as Anytime, Sweetheart okay? Okay. It’s not detrimental but keep it in mind for the future.

TCoNR Masterlist 

tags: @srj1990@aquivercactus@reigningqueenofwords@reedusteinrambles@youandyourstupidrope@addiction-survivor25@daddy-kink-confirmed@dragongirl420 @make-everything-beautiful2

throwing in my A-S tags too because it’s kinda important to that series:  @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed@aquivercactus  @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87@missghoul18@jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash @through-thesilver-lining@beffyblueeyes @docharleythegeekqueen

"Uh, where the fuck are you?" I huffed over the phone as I stared at his best friend's face standing in the middle of the airport. "Uh, did you not check your texts yesterday, woman?" My boyfriend huffed back, obviously exhausted and irritated. "No, I didn't, because I was on a fuckin' plane for 12 hours flying across the fucking country, Jeffrey." "The producer called me into an emergency meeting, girl, I missed my fuckin' flight. And now they want me to-" He started to explain, but I quickly cut him off. "So what you're fucking telling me is your missing my fucking birthday." I gritted, tears flooding my eyes as rage and heart break filled my chest. 

"Look, Ky, I'm-" he attempted again, "No, you know something, Jeff?" I began as I grabbed Norman's hand and pulled him towards the exit as I spotted a group of fans with their cell phone cameras at the ready headed for us, "That con got rescheduled. You missed Halloween, and now, my fuckin' birthday? You wanna push me away after what happened then you know what? Fuck you, I'll throw your ass away." "I bought you a God-damned Camer-" "I don't give a flying fuck about the fucking car, Jeff! I wanted you here, I wanted to be with my entire family, but you're too fuckin' busy for me, so now I'm going to be too busy for you. Forever." I threw my phone back into my purse as the tears spilled freely down my face, Norman wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side before kissing the crown of my head, "Come on, girl." "What the fuck is wrong with him?" I wept as I crawled into the driver's side my rental, Norman pushing himself into the passenger after stowing his bags in the trunk. "You know he would be here if he could, Ky. Shit happens." "All the fucking time? I haven't seen him since Vegas, a god damned month ago, and he couldn't figure out a way to make it to his girlfriend's fucking birthday? Sorry, Norm, not buying it." "So you're just gonna be done, like that, after everything?"He questioned, turning in his seat to look at me with raised eyebrows. "Not unless he shows up to my fucking party in a God damn tuxedo and kisses my feet like the ass hole he is, then no. I'm tired of fighting with his ass and then him doing this shit. Wants to be jealous of every little fucking thing but can't make the time to come see me? Cancels on me last second? Through text, no less? I don't fucking think so." Norman turned back around in his seat as we exited DFW airport and got onto the main highway. We drove in silence towards my parents' house for a little bit before I finally calmed down enough to reach over and plug in my phone to the aux cord. While handing Norman my phone with my playlist open I took one hand off the wheel and leaned over the middle console to open the glove compartment, unintentionally putting my head in the general area of his groin. Norman held his hands up to the roof of the car in surprise, coughing out a laugh of nervousness at my sudden closeness. Sure, we'd hugged and stuff, but my face had never been that close to his cock before. 

"Calm yer dick, Norm. Just getting this." I smirked as I held up the pre-rolled joint that I'd retrieved from the compartment and righted myself, changing lanes just in time to avoid hitting a Mazda that decided last second to merge into the construction that was this stupid fucking highway. 

"Isn't that illegal here?" He questioned, lifting a sarcastic eyebrow at me. "It's illegal in Georgia too, Norman." I side-eyed him, holding the lighter to the end to spark it, "Not like it's the worst illegal thing either of us has done." "Shut the fuck up," He chuckled with a smile as he shook his head and took the joint from my fingers, inhaling the thick smoke and immediately choking as he scrolled through the list of music, cocking an eyebrow, "You gone gangster on us or something?" "Shut the fuck up and hit play." I snarked, snatching the spliff out of his fingers. "Welcome to Dallas, I guess, at least I know the words to this one," he laughed as he hit the button and the song started. I expelled a chuckle of my own and a raised brow at his choice, Norman shrugging and beginning to bounce in his seat, throwing his hands around dramatically as he rapped the words, I'm gettin' money, Wassup nigga? You still broke, You's a fuck nigga I continued to laugh at him as he took the joint from me, watching him out of the corner of my eye with amusement at his wildness. I'm in a wide body, top off, With a white girl, Gettin' topped off, 

I rolled my eyes at him as he motioned with his thumb in my direction before he lifted his hips off the seat and gestured with his hand that he was getting blown, "I can't stand your ass sometimes," I mumbled. call me Uncle Tom Tom Brokeoff, like Uncle Sam, I'm trying to get broke off Her, her name Lindsey, no Lohan Shout out to Waka Flocka song,no hands The both of us held up our hands, mine off the steering wheel, and shifted back and forth in sync. Twenty racks, racks, no bands Blowing money, no fans I don't ride with high points, those jam And this seat peanut butter, no jam Soft white, no tan Grab a fork, and go ham "Ayeee" He shouted before continuing the lyrics, us passing back the roach back and forth until it was spent and him picking another song. "You literally listen to every single thing I do, girl. This is amazing." He smirked with pleased nod as he scrolled through, picking a Murderdolls song I'd forgotten was even on my phone. "Glad you feel that way, Jeff hates my choice of music." I shrugged, frowning slightly as my mind flicked back to him, "he's such a fuckin' dick, dude." "Yeah, well, you know you two will work it out."

"Not this time, Norman. I'm fuckin' done." I confirmed, nodding my head with affirmation as I took the exit towards the Dallas North Tollway, "I'm tired of fighting for someone who obviously doesn't give a fuck anymore." Norman stayed silent for the rest of the drive, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts as he scrolled through his social media. We pulled up to my parents house to see Jensen and Jared sitting outside on the front porch, sunglasses on and beers in hand. "Well don't you two look cozy?" I quirked as I got out of the car, Norman following suit as we approached the boys. "You look like you've been crying," Jensen observed, studying my puffy eyes and red nose. "Sure have, brother." I replied, Norman wrapping his arm around me as I headed for the front door.

Norman had apparently figure out a way to talk to Jared, Jensen, and the rest of my family and fill them in on the current separation between me and Jeff. They kept all conversation about him to a minimal, which I was thankful for, because I wasn't even trying to let myself think about him and ruin everything that my family had put together for me for my birthday. Jensen had some-how rented out the entire Cowboys Red River dance-hall, and here I was, six shots deep into a drinking competition with my mother. "Jesus Christ, woman, can you fucking not?" Makenzie scolded, per usual, when she walked up on the massacre of shot glasses. "Oh come on, Kenz, it's just a little bit of Whiskey." I giggled in my drunken state, almost falling over at the sight of my mom hiccuping her way through her coke back, "Go find someone to play with." "Only man I'm even half ass interested in keeps staring at you like you're gonna explode at any second." My sister replied, tilting her head to the end of the bar we'd been sitting at, where my eyes met with Norman's, him smiling at me and raising his glass in salutation. "What's that supposed to mean?" I mumbled to her, frowning slightly as my eyes never left his. "Oh come on, honey, that boy's got it bad for you." My mom teased, shaking her head as she turned her body to motion for Norman to join us, "Just watch and see, baby." "That's Jeff's best friend, Mama." I argued as I watched Norman chuckle and shake his own head at my mother's wild arms flailing at him but stand up to make his way over. "So? You think that stopped your father from winning me?" She retorted with a snort, rolling her eyes as she stepped forward to embrace Norman as he joined us. "How're you doing, Mrs. Ackles?" Norman giggled, hand on my mom's back as he lead her back to her seat. "Fine, Mr. Reedus. Have a shot with us." She replied, motioning for the bartender again. "Haven't you had enough, Mom?" Kenz stated, hands on her hips as she huffed. "Kenzie, dear, I brought you into this world, I can take you out. Leave me alone. It's my daughter's birthday, and she wants to get drunk with her mama. Don't happen very often." My mother retorted, shooing my sister away. Norman laughed and stepped around her to take the empty seat beside me, smiling at me with kind eyes as he at down, "You look gorgeous tonight, Ky." "Thanks, Norm," I smiled back, suddenly aware of my mother faux coughing on the other side of me, redness rising in my face as I rolled my eyes. "Isn't my daughter just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen Normie?" My mother beamed, drunken hand twiddling with a loose curl of my hair before she set it neatly back in place, "Too bad she's got such horrible taste in me, huh?" Norman choked back a laugh as he raised his glass to his lips with a nod, his own cheeks heating up as his eyes trickled over my face. "Stop, mom." I demanded, the bartender finally bringing over three more shots. "Never." She snorted back, raising her glass at the same time as Norman and I and clanking them together. 

We were 14 shots deep when Norman through his arm around me and pulled me into his side. It was almost closing time, and him, my mom, and I were the only ones even still there. "You're stayin' at our house, right Normskie?" My mother slurred as she collected her purse from the door girl before we schlepped her outside to wait for the cabs Norman had called. "No, mam, I got myself a hotel room at the Hyatt." He answered curtly, holding his phone up to show the page pulled up with his reservation information. "Ooooh, that's a nice one. You should make sure he gets there safe, Kylin, you know how those Dallas drivers are." My mother hiccuped, wiggling her eyebrows slightly to where she knew only I'd pick up on it. "I can't stand your ass sometimes, mother." I mumbled drunkenly to her before hugging her neck and kissing her cheek and helping her climb into the taxi van. Norman chuckled at my mother's drunkenness before throwing his arm back around me and kissing the top of my head as we waited for our ride, "You doin' alright, sweetheart?" "As good as I can be as long as I don't think about it," I answered truthfully, nuzzling into his side a little more against the chilly November air. I could feel him nod his head against mine as he sighed, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me into a very much needed hug. "I can't believe he missed this." He mumbled against my hair, and I could feel his heart beat pick up as he squeezed me closer to him, "I'm glad I could be here, though." "Me too, Norm. Me too." I sighed back, relaxing into his arms more. 

Norman made the point when we arrived at the swanky Dallas hotel that it probably wasn't a good idea for little ol' me to ride by herself with a skeevy looking cab driver at 3 am in downtown Dallas for an hour to get back to my parents house, informing me that he had 2 beds and that I could stay with him. I agreed easily due to the immediate creepy vibe I'd gotten off the guy the moment we stepped into the disco-ball clad van with the flashing lights. Norman and I giggled drunkenly back and forth, making fun of the sight of my brother and sister two-stepping and my brother falling all over her in his own intoxicated state. "If Gen had seen that girl trying to grind her way into Jared's pants she'd have whooped her ass." I laughed as the hotel elevator we were standing in climbed its way up the levels, "Jared looked so fuckin' scared." 

"And then here's your little ass lookin' like you're about to take one of those shoes off and stab her with it!" He joked as he motioned towards your feet. "She gave me a dirty look, what do you expect?" I shrugged as the doors opened and we spilled out into he hallway. "You ready for another drink, princess?" Norman asked as he let us into his room. It was pretty and clean and had an amazing view of the other sky scrapers. "Whatcha got, babe?" I asked, looking out the window. "We got whiskey," he stated, holding up a bottle of Gentlemen Jack, "and we got Whiskey, Sweetheart," He finished, holding up a bottle of Crown. "Well I guess I'm sticking with the Whiskey." I snorted. 

"Okay, okay, truth or dare." I snorted, taking a heavy swig of the bottle after my failed attempt to beat Norman at Quarters. "What?" He gasped, almost choking as he took his own swig. "I don't know, I'm drunk, it's 5 Am, and It's officially my birthday, and I'm heartbroken and bored. Humor me." I replied with a shrug. "Alright, truth." He replied with a narrowed gaze. "Hmmm...." I started, index finger going to my chin in thought, "Is it true you've always wanted to kiss me?" Norman gulped, his eyes widening for a second before he let out a nervous bark of a laugh, "Who told you that?" "No one, actually," I replied, raising an eyebrow in suspicion, watching him visibly relax, "Just wondered what you'd say." Norman took another swig of liquor before fumbling in his nightstand and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, offering me one before confessing, "I've thought about it." Both my eyebrows shifted to my forehead as I watched him light the cancer stick, and I raised the bottle to my lips again, "You know it's illegal to smoke in here, right?" "Not like it's the worst illegal thing we've done." He mimicked my earlier words with a smirk, taking a deep drag off the smoke before tossing me a lighter so I could do the same. "I consider that a public service," I retorted after my own drawl of smoke. "Me too." He agreed. "So, Why haven't you ever kissed me?" I asked, crossing my legs in front of me on the bed where we were sitting. "Uh, maybe because you're with my best friend?" He replied obviously. "Well, I'm not anymore." I shrugged, looking at him in the eyes. "That you're not." He sighed, looking away from me as he took another deep drink. "Then why don't you?" I asked bluntly.

He sighed, looking back to me for a second before flicking his eyes back out towards the window, "Because, I can't." "Why not? You and Keagan finally make it official?" I asked, the sudden image of her crossing my mind. What the fuck are you doing, Ky. "Nah, not us. She does her own thing." "Then why not?" "Because..." he trailed off. "Because...?" I urged, moving my feet underneath me again. "Because, Kylin," He huffed, shifting his knees up towards his chest to rest his forearms on them, "If I kissed you, I don't know if I'd be able to stop." The wind was knocked out of me with his confession, me seeing him again for the first time as his blue eyes burned into mine with an intensity that would rival any fire. If I was being honest with myself I'd always harbored a crush on the man, I mean, who wouldn't, and his protectiveness of me and the things we experienced together only made me love him more. I didn't think of it as a romantic love, though, not even now, with me wilting under his gaze and my body slowly turning into a puddle. I loved Jeffrey, he was the person I was supposed to be with, but his distance and arguments and unwillingness to make me a priority pushed its way to the forefront of my mind as I took another hearty gulp of liquid courage before I returned my eyes to his. "Hey Norm?" "Hmm?" "I dare you to kiss me."

The feeling of his arms pulling me towards him as his lips ravished mine was nothing I'd ever experienced before. His mouth was soft, a deep contrast to the wiry stubble on his chin that mixed deliciously with the taste of whiskey on his tongue. He instantly growled at the scent of my own breath on his face as he tugged me on top of him, my thighs instinctively straddling his hips. The short, thin dress I was wearing eagerly rose up my legs as his hands found my ass, pulling the fabric up further before discarding it on the floor, leaving me in just my black panties and bra. "Fucking Christ," I gasped as his hands squeezed into my flesh, kneading the muscle as his lips left mine to trail down my neck and bite at the silicone in my earlobe. My own fingers dug into his biceps his hips bucked upward, the metal button of his jeans digging into the wetness that was my panties. "You're so fucking beautiful." he rasped against my throat, one hand coming to cup my breast through my bra to squeeze gently at the mound. "Norman," I breathed, my own thighs clenching around him as he ravished my goose-bumped skin with his mouth. "Yeah?" He replied, hips grinding into me again before he bit down on my neck. "Fuck, what are we doing?" "Each other, I hope," He chuckled darkly, rolling over to be on top of me and pulling away to remove his shirt before kissing up my bare stomach to the valley between my breasts. My hands tangled themselves int his hair at the sensation, a whimper escaping from my lips as he pulled the cup of my bra down and nipped at my nipple. Without anymore thoughts, I quickly worked my hand down to his button and popped it open, pushing his pants down his hips at the same time he removed my bra. Once free of the clothing we rutted against each other, tangling ourselves in each other's bodies as his hard erection pushed against my clit and we both groaned in pleasure. "Fucking fuck, Kylin," He grunted as he almost tore the thin lace from between my legs, his eyes heavy lidded as he saw my glistening wetness for the first time. "Fuck, lick me, Norman," I whined as his thumb trailed over my slit, a needy moan falling out of me as I watched as he stroked himself with his other hands through his boxers.   His tongue was on my pearl in an instant, licking and sucking through my folds like Judas at the last supper, taking everything he could get. I was a blubbering mess as he worked me over, his teeth and goatee scraping against me deliciously. He held my hips down as they rocked up into his face, moaning at the taste of me as his tongue fucked its way inside. Breathy profanities and whimpers exhaled out of me as he gripped my hips, my core tightening closer and closer together as my muscles strained until the damn broke. "Normannnn!" I cried as the orgasm washed over me in waves of sensitivity and spots appeared before my clenched eyelids. He pushed two fingers into me and pumped, grunting at the sensation of me quivering around his hand. "Yeah, sweetheart. That's it." He encouraged as he continued his ministrations, pulling his boxers over his waist with his free hand before crawling up me, dragging his wet face across my stomach and breasts with the motion, to give me a hot, opened mouth kiss. His tongue danced with mine as he withdrew his fingers, pulling away for a moment to lick the release they'd gathered off. He backed off for a second to dig around in his jeans' pocket, extracting a condom from his wallet that he very quickly rolled on. He threw himself back between my thighs again and rutted around, pressing his thickness into my slick that I quickly bucked up into with a whine. "You wannet, sweetheart?" He questioned as he lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock on my clit as his eyes bore into mine dangerously. "Yes!" I confirmed, pulling him back down to his forearms, kissing him deep as he plunged into me with one stroke. The loud growl that pushed it's way out of Norman's chest was down right primal, his fists tightening around the sheets on either side of my head as my back instantly arched to meet his hips with mine. He pulled back slowly, inch by inch as he breathed in a sharp inhale of air before stroking back into me as deep as he could go on exhale. I cried out again, my nails digging into his back and shoulders as I splayed my fingers out across his skin and gasped out as he began pumping in and out of me. "Oh, God," He grunted after a few dozen strokes, my insides beginning to coil again as we rocked back and forth. "Fuck, Norman, I'm gonna come." I panted, He quickly lifted himself off of me and pulled out, flipping me over onto my stomach and collapsing back on top of me, biting at my shoulder blades as he re-positioned himself and slid back home. "Raaaaaaaaaah!" I screamed at the new angle and deepness, the blunt head of his cock hitting my cervix and sending a delicious twang of pain through me. He lifted himself up to hold himself with his arms, fucking himself into me over and over as deep as my body could let him go. "So...fucking...tight." he panted, sweat dripping from his hair and onto my shoulder blades. "So...fucking big." I panted right back, my eyes squeezing shut as the string was cut again and my body soared with orgasmic bliss. The sheets rubbing against my sensitivity heightened the sensation, my cunt squeezing his throbbing cock and forcing another growl out of him. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut." He grunted as he harshly sped his movements up, slamming into me and grabbing a fist full of my hair. He pulled my head back to arch my back more, covering my lips with his open mouth as he worked his way towards completion. My mind was spinning and spiraling and I figured I was gonna pass out when he finally came, spilling himself into the condom with a loud roar as his hips bruised mine one last time. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before rolling off to relieve himself of the condom and use the bathroom, my weakened body staying planted firmly where it remained. "You okay?" He asked as he flicked the light off in the bathroom when he was done, and I turned my head to face him to see he'd acquired new boxers in the time I'd had my eyes closed. "M' fine." I mumbled, closing my eyes again as the alcohol leaving my system left a migraine in its wake. He crawled into bed next to me, pulling the covers up over my naked body as he tucked us in, me nuzzling into his side as he wrapped his arm around me. "So what's this mean?" He asked gently, his fingertips dancing lightly over my upper arm, fishing goosebumps to the surface. "What do you mean, 'what's this mean?'?" I asked back, brows furrowing with question. "Well, for starters, uh, are you gonna tell Jeff?" "Why would I?" I mumbled, turning my head to look up at him as I wrapped my arm further around his waist. "Because...." he trailed off with a sigh "Because why? It's none of his business, really, and it would just make things awkward between you two." I answered. "Is it gonna happen again?" He asked, lifting his eyebrows at me. I tilted my head at him and gave him an unamused look as I threw my leg over his calf, "I don't know, do you want it to happen again?" He snorted a smile at me, licking his lips as he growled low in his throat, "Can it happen again right now?" I giggled at him as I smacked his chest and he turned over on to his side to spoon me, his wide chest and shoulders engulfing me in his warmth.

Bang-Bang-Bang My brain convulsed against the disgustingly loud noise coming from the other side of the door. I turned to see Norman still very passed out with his hand down his boxer. I snorted at him, wrapping the sheet around myself as I moved slowly and achingly towards the wooden barrier between me and the person who was about to get a earful of hangover wrath. I was not prepared for who was on the other side of that barrier. "Oh, fuck." I breathed, eyes widening at the sight of Jeffrey.

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had the weirdest nightmares two days straight.. like i barely remember my dreams, but to have them so vividly & for two days like.