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writingonsaturn · 3 years ago

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Better Unsaid

a/n okay this has been all over the place!! it was originally going to be a blurb and darker and closer to smutty (so keep your eyes out for that??? lol), but then I made it softer and the concept got away from me and it got soooo much longer than expected lmao and i still dont love where it ended so maybe part 2?? i have the idea i just dont know lol

summary: Reader is a princess and Anakin has been her guard during the most public season for the past two years (not the most logical thing but just go with it lol, it gets explained better in the fic) and after a near death experience the two are conveniently forced into a....

ONE BED TROPE ONE BED TROPE *cough cough* ONE BED TROPE WITH ONE PERSON HAVING TO WAKE UP THE OTHER BC THEYRE HAVING A NIGHTMARE,, :)))))))

His smugness is the only thing about him I can consider ‘ugly’. And because I am so desperate to not have feeling for Anakin, the Jedi who has been assigned to protect me through coronation season (which lasts for most of winter), for the last two coronation seasons, I hold onto my distaste for that side of him. Which is why I suppress my laugh as he waits for my reaction with that confident smile.

“Come on, that was funny.”

Rolling my eyes, I let myself sit on my bed. I can’t tell if he’s actually funny or if my evening has been so boring that his sense of humor has started to become appealing to me due to comparison. In short, the suitor I was forced to spend an entire evening with lacked personality so much I’m starting to find Anakin funny.

“You’re much more entertaining than this evening’s suitor.”

Anakin’s expression shifts slightly, his assured grin dropping slightly. “Another miss?”

“You have no idea.” I relax slightly, taking a moment to be glad that I completed my father’s request and now I can just enjoy the time I have with Anakin. “I know my father’s desperate to make sure my marriage is useful for our people and that he worries about this selection process because he always thought my mother would be here to help, but sometimes I wish he wouldn’t rush it so much. It feels like all he wants me for is to marry me off in exchange of finance or weaponry or something diplomatic.”

“You’re more than that.” His response is so soft I think I might have missed it if I needed it less. I curse myself for feeling so validated by him. His words shouldn’t mean anything to me. After all, he could easily just be saying that because agreeing with my father will just make me more unpleasant to be around.

I smile politely while avoiding his eyes. I keep my hands on either side of me, fighting the urge to fidget. “Thank you, Anakin.” My words sound weak in my own ears, so I’m sure he notices my shift in mood. “I’m tired today, I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Normally, I’d be able to shrug off these kinds of things, but the beginning of Coronation Season makes me irritable. The anniversary of my mother’s death hits me harder each year.

“Y/n.” My name comes out so velvety I can’t find it in myself to interrupt him. “You are more than someone meant to be used as some kind of royal currency, and I mean that as more than just a...friend.”

I let his last word linger. We’ve tried so many titles that never seem to fit right. He’s the chosen one, one of the most powerful Jedi to exist, and the Jedi assigned to protect me each Coronation Season because that’s when my mother was assassinated. He’s my guard, but we’ve spent too many nights laughing together and talking about everything and anything. And I guess now he’s my friend, even though sometimes when he looks at me in a certain way or sits too close to me or reaches for my hand to guide me somewhere I can’t breathe right.

“Anakin, you know I love when you’re here, even though sometimes you drive me insane. And I appreciate your kindness, but your words can’t change the truth. That’s how my father sees me and he’s not exactly wrong. I’m not a son, I haven’t been raised to lead an army or lead much, and--”

“I’ve seen you in meeting after meeting, convention after convention. I’ve witnessed the way you handle real problems and I know how you care about your people. You’d make a great leader, you don’t need a husband to be valuable.”

My chest swells, feelings I never let myself think about mixing with thoughts of Anakin that I’ve spent so long trying to avoid. “That settles it, you’re my favorite person.”

He grins, the look warm enough to melt the odd lump in my throat. I fight down a smile as he steps forward. “And I wasn’t before?”

“I take it back--your head’s big enough without the additional praise.”

Rolling my eyes, I lean back slightly in order to recreate the distance he so easily destroyed. “And I thought you had finally warmed up to me, princess.”

The use of my title makes me skeptical. The last time Anakin used it was when he was trying to ease me so that I’d walk around the palace garden so he had an excuse to do the same. It was beyond late and I was half asleep, but he had os much energy he was desperate and just needed to do one more thing. I felt bad that his schedule revolved so heavily around mine (and when he softens his eyes and says please, I’m left incapable of saying the word ‘no’) so I agreed.

“What do you want?”

Anakin dramatically clutches a hand over his heart. He throws his head back slightly as if he’s just taken a fatal blow. “When did you turn so cynical? I’ve been back for three days and I’m starting to believe you’re a different person now.”

Yeah...he’s definitely getting ready to ask for something that’s more trouble than it’s worth. Then again, everything with him seems to be worth it in some capacity. Even if it’s just that one smile he gets when he’s truly content and doesn’t think anyone’s looking.

“Mhm,” I mumble, still fighting a grin, “so you’re not going to ask me anything?”

His lips part slightly as he exhales. I watch the way his eyes narrow at my victorious expression. “I don’t have anything to ask of you, but I do have a small request. A request so small you won’t have to do anything but say yes.”

Suspicious. Too easy. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You just said I was your favorite person. Remember that.”

I’m too tired for his coyness. I’d rather him make his ridiculous request now so that I can be in bed within the hour. Though I can’t pretend I don’t normally feel better after letting him drag me along on whatever ‘adventure’ he just needed to complete while also not letting me out of his sight. I used to tell him that I wouldn’t tell anyone if I wasn’t under supervision for an hour or two a day, but he dismissed the idea immediately. That’s been the cornerstone of everything.

“What is it?”

He sighs once, tilting his head slightly. The way his eyes soften tells me he’s already won at least half the battle. “They still haven’t caught the attempted--” Anakin pauses, something behind his eyes darkening. I know what he’s remembering. Last night, an assassin had gotten closer than they ever had. I had almost been shot in the garden, Anakin had barely pushed me to the ground in time. A fact he’s been beating himself up for since, especially considering that no one has been able to find my attempted killer yet. “They were so close to you. They were within palace limits and they disappeared like they never existed. Who’s to say they don’t work here and are waiting for the next moment you’re exposed? Who’s to say they aren’t here tonight, waiting for me to retire for the night?”

I didn’t realize how my near death experience had been so personal to him. He, like everyone else, was beyond frantic after it happened. But my father put an end to verbal worry before it could truly begin. He said the best thing we could do was act like everything was fine as the assailant was searched for. Anakin hadn’t been particularly cheery after my father instructed the guards to focus their search on known enemies instead of prioritizing venting the staff closest to me. I comforted him as best as I could, but he didn’t feel like speaking about it and I had to worry about the suitor meeting my father wouldn’t let me cancel.

“Anakin, you’re right next door to me.” I have to fight the urge to reach for him. “I was fine because of you, and I will be fine because of you.”

He sighs once, his expression not easing. “And if the person is silent? The attacker could easily work in the palace, but no one wanted to direct the search inwards.” His words are more strained than I’ve ever heard them be. “I think it’d be smart for me to stay in here. I know you’ve refused having a guard stay in your room or outside your door, but...” Anakin sighs. “Your safety would be more assured.”

Him staying in my room? The only line I’ve ever been allowed to draw, and I’m actually considering letting that go. If he seemed even slightly less sad, I wouldn’t even consider it. It’s not a good idea. I’m already too attached to him. “Anakin--”

“I’d feel more assured.”

Damn him. Stupid, extremely sweet Anakin who makes saying no to him impossible. I stretch my arm forward, letting my hand squeezes his forearm gently. “There’s no reason to not feel assured.” He doesn’t ease, the cloudiness behind his eyes remains stubborn. “You’re still worried.” No reaction, the haze that’s taken him isn’t letting go. “Fine--but tell no one or my father is going to take to posting guards at my door every night.”

...I guess there are worse ways to spend a night. Which is kind of a problem since I’m trying to...enjoy Anakin less. Ugh, I even sound dumb in my head. “I promise, princess.”

Ugh, he’s adorable. “You’re intolerable.” I stand from he foot of my bed and pull back the covers on my bed. He doesn’t reply, something dark still playing for him. I watch him move to face the door. Wait--is he doing what I think he’s doing? “No, you’re not going to stand there all night. You need sleep.” He has the audacity to give me an annoyed look. “I already didn’t want to do this so now you have to listen to my conditions.”

He raises an eyebrow, his lips pressing together oddly. He’s trying to gauge something from my expression, perhaps he’s looking for buttons to press to get his way. I guess I look as stubborn as I feel because instead of arguing he just sits on the floor. What? I watch him cautiously, trying to figure out if this is some weird argument trick.

“What are you doing?”

“What you asked.”

And just like that I’ve put myself in a position that I will no doubt regret terribly the second common sense returns to me. There’s no way to deny that Anakin and I are closer than we probably should be. We’ve felt like friends first since the day we first met. I can’t think of any reason to not offer to let him sleep in my bed except those stupid budding feelings I refuse to label.

It’s not like I actually like him. I can’t--I’m going to be married to some nobleman and he’s prohibited from ever forming attachments. I’m not even sure if we’re allowed to be friends. Having actual feelings for him would be so, so pointless. It would just lead to heartache and the ruining of the one genuine relationship I have. I’m just a tiny bit confused right now because he’s objectively really attractive and he’s always there for me. Always there to make a joke after a particularly rough meeting. Always there to offer me a supportive smile. Always there to humble me when I teeter on acting like my father.

Anyone’s heart would flutter at that, so it doesn’t mean anything. And if it does, I need to squash any budding feelings now before I mess things up. Which is why I should keep him at arm’s length until I get it together. But is that fair to him? And what if doing that is making things worse? What if it’s just reinforcing the idea of having feelings?

This is ridiculous. I’m going to get over this if it kills me. It’s just a bed and it’s only sleeping. I’m meant to be able to lead an entire union and I can’t sleep next to someone and act normal?” “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

The second the words leave my mouth I regret it all. What’s wrong with me? Did I seriously think I’d be okay?

I hear his soft exhale, “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse places than on your marble floor.”

His voice sounds so weighted I can’t help but feel bad for not noticing that he’s still bothered. Whether he’s upset about his near miss or the fact that my father didn’t take his advice, I don’t know. But something’s wrong. The easy thing to do would be to just let him sleep it off. The smart thing to do would be to leave him alone until tomorrow.

I think of all the times that I’ve been upset and Anakin had refused to let me go to sleep angry or sad or overwhelmed. “I know, but it’s really not a big deal. It’s not like we don’t know each other. I mean, last Coronation Season you buttoned me into more gowns than my handmaid. And I owe you for saving me from one of the worst suitors I’ve ever had.”

“I’m starting to think we need to develop some kind of signal.”

The tiny bit of lightness that’s returned to his voice makes all of my internal struggle feel worth it. “You always seem to know.”

“That’s because when you’re reaching your limit, that one line appears between your eyebrows.”

I didn’t realize I had such a tell. I try to remember the way that the suitor drawled on and on about how amazing he was and how he couldn’t wait for the day he had a bride to bear his children and plan (tedious) social events. My hand moves to my forehead, trying to feel the crease Anakin mentioned. Can everyone tell when I’m growing tired? Am I that transparent?

Anakin’s slight laugh steals my attention. He’s facing me again, his elbow holding his head up on the foot of my bed. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t--I don’t think i get a crease between my eyebrows when I’m irritated.”

I hear him stand. I don’t realize he’s approaching me until he’s so close I could touch him without even needing. to stretch. “No, when you’re irritated you raise your eyebrows slightly, because that’s when you’re at your most sarcastic.”

“Really?”

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards. “Just like that.” I force myself to keep my expression blank. “When you’re reaching your limit, your eyebrows crease here.” His finger taps the space between my brows so gently I almost don’t realize what he’s doing. “And when you’re trying not to laugh--which is often, because you refuse to admit that I’m funny--you press your lips together in a way that forms a dimple here.” The knuckle of his pointer finger brushes against the bottom of my cheek.

I bite my tongue to fight the warmth spreading across my face. “I didn’t realize i was so transparent.”

“I can’t always tell what you’re thinking.”

“I’ll take it.” Maybe if I was less tired, I’d argue a little more. “You know you’re not that difficult to read either.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I can tell when you’re just being stubborn for the sake of it. I can see it in your eyes and you’re doing it right now.”

His expression harshens slightly before softening. “Y/n--”

“I’m not wrong.”

He sighs once, stepping back. I watch him pace around my bed before taking a seat on the edge of my other side of the bed. “Are you happy now?”

“Happy that I won? Absolutely.”

Anakin halfheartedly glares at me. “Careful, add a crown and a robe that trails down a throne and I’d feel like I was speaking to your father.”

“Careful, another side comment like that and I’ll ‘accidentally’ kick you off the bed in the middle of the night.”

“Not if I kick you off the bed first.”

I trace a thoughtless pattern on the fabric of my bedsheets. “What are you? Twelve?”

“I’m older than you.”

“Barely.” I continue the thoughtless pattern tracing as I fight the sleep from my eyes. “Your comebacks are usually more creative than that.”

He exhales, relaxing slightly as he rests his back against a pillow. “I’m tired, like you claimed to be.” His eyes flutter slightly, a bit of his exhaustion showing. “Go to sleep.”

I should. I’m too old to think I can put off a tomorrow I don’t want by just staying up. This is stupid. I’m too old to think I can put off the anniversary of my mother’s death by going to bed. She had been taken from us on castle grounds, killed by a revolutionist who viewed my mother as a class traitor. I still remember the way she slumped to the ground, her blood staining the snow beneath her. I remember the way the guards were so busy chasing her killer no one thought to keep me away from the body.

“Y/n?”

I scratch the back of my arm in hopes of banishing my thoughts. “Yes?”

“You’re being quiet.”

“You said to go to sleep, that tends to be a quiet thing.”

I can feel his eyes on me. “Since when do you listen to me?” Not trusting myself to actually reply, I only offer him a hum of acknowledgement. “I know you’re not half asleep.”

Folding my hands on my lap, I avoid his gaze. “It’s tomorrow.”

I don’t know why I trust him to understand my vague response, but I do. His silence stretches over us like a thin blanket on a cold night. Maybe he doesn’t understand what I’m implying. I can always correct him tomorrow, when my eyelids are no longer as heavy as my heart. The more seconds that pass in total silence, the more I think that maybe he’s fallen asleep.

I wouldn’t be surprised, Anakin has seemed tired recently, like some additional weight he won’t share with anyone has been thrust onto his shoulders. A small part of me rolls in guilt. I need to be a better friend, just because I’m suddenly a little too aware of him doesn’t mean I can shrug him off and ignore him.

My hand almost flinches away from the feeling of something surprisingly warm touching my pinky. When I realize that it’s just Anakin and that the contact was probably accidental, I force myself to ease. It’s not like we’ve never touched before, I don’t understand why I’m making it weird. Sitting in my bed in the dark doesn’t change anything. His hand turns slightly, pressing into mine a little more assuredly. Biting my tongue, I turn my hand slightly, exposing my palm. And just like that, our fingers intertwine.

“She would have been proud of you.” His voice comes out so low I barely register the words.

The words shouldn’t mean much to me--he never knew my mother and has no way to know what she wanted me to be.--and yet I find comfort in them. I smile, turning my head towards him. “You didn’t even know her.”

He rolls his eyes slightly, relaxing further before squeezing my hand once. “Who wouldn’t be proud of you? You’re kind and smart and decent to be around when you’re not telling me what to do.”

My heart swells in my chest so much I’m surprised it doesn’t burst. Could he be cuter? “Yeah...now I’m sure you’re my favorite person.”

“Now you’re sure?”

The smugness in his voice has me rolling my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying that.”

“Maybe in the morning,” he says easily, “now go to sleep. There’s nothing worse than escorting you from meeting to meeting while you’re tired.”

“I’m not that bad.” Even in this darkness, I can make out the way he raises an eyebrow. “Shut up--I’m going to sleep, but not because of you.”

He lets out a slight huff. “You’re impossible.”

The desire to respond to his comment is not enough for me to win the fight against the weight of my eyelids. The moment my eyes shut, I feel powerless to anything that isn’t sleep. I let myself fall into a weightless sleep, my only tether being the Anakin’s fingers around mine.

A distant noise yanks me from my sleep. I’m too drowsy to do anything but register the sound. I hear another similar...whine? cry? I can’t tell and I’m too asleep to figure it out. I almost fall asleep again, but a third distressed sound keeps me from it. I wipe my eyes lazily with the back of my hand as I try to sit up.

Squinting, I make out a figure on my bed. It takes me a moment to remember Anakin and how I fell asleep. Our hands are still together and no light is peering through my window so it can’t be that long since I fell asleep. Another disgruntled sound carries itself throughout the room. I shift slightly, leaning over Anakin cautiously.

Golden brown curls are beginning to stick to his forehead and his eyebrows are drawn together sharply. He’s having a nightmare. I shift even further forward before cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder before squeezing him gently.

“Anakin,” I whisper, “it’s not--it’s not real.” His eyebrows draw together even more harshly. I shake him a little more stubbornly. “Anakin, wake up--you’re having a ni--”

My forearm is grabbed so suddenly I barely register it before I feel my back shoved into my mattress. I blink twice. His dark eyes are frantic and the look on his face is far from the gentle, easygoing expression I’m used to. He’s breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling from above me. I swallow a slight panic and something I don’t understand as I try to keep my eyes on his face and my thoughts away from how close he is. Anakin pries his fingers from my forearm one by one until only his palm is touching me.

“Y/n, I--”

“It’s okay.” Honestly, I’m more worried about his uneven breathing than the way he grabbed me. I can’t imagine everything he’s been through or how justified his nightmares are. Anakin moves his hand away from me. I don’t sit up until he’s off of me and sitting with his back against my headboard. “It’s okay--I just--you were having a nightmare and I thought I should wake you.” He doesn’t react. I turn my body further, keeping my back straight. Anakin doesn’t move, and the longer he stays still, the more I feel like I should say something else. “Do you want talk about it? Or do--do you want to talk about something else? Or go to sleep? Or get some water? Or--” The far off look behind his eyes silences me. I scoot forward slightly. “You’re okay, Anakin, I promise.”

His head turns at that, his eyes searching mine for something I don’t understand. “I thought...” He cuts himself off by swallowing once.

I shift a little more, trying to find anything normal in his expression. “Thought what?”

Anakin’s hand is on my arm so quickly I don’t even register his movement. I let his fingers press into my skin. He’s holding onto me like I’m a figment of a dream and he’s beginning to wake up. “I thought I’d failed.” He exhales, the sound heavy. “Failed you and that you’d--I thought I had lost you.”

A lump rises in my throat, thick and unmoving. Cautiously, I place my hand over the one still gripping my shoulder like a lifeline. “You didn’t. Nothing happened, it was just a dream.”

His gaze falls to the ground before he repeats the last of my words. “Just a dream.” There’s a hollowness to his voice I don’t understand.

I exhale, carefully running my thumb over his knuckles. “Yes.” He doesn’t say anything but his expression hardens again. I let us sit there like that for a long minute. “I promise.”

“You can’t promise things like that.”

I sigh, unsure of where to go from here. “Bad dreams are only bad dreams.” He doesn’t reply. “I think you should try to get some more sleep.”

Anakin is unresponsive. I shift back, but before I can transition from almost being on top of him to just sitting next to him, he pulls on my arm to keep in place. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“You almost died today, y/n. I was right there and if I had been a second later--”

“But you weren’t.” He doesn’t ease. “You were there and I was fine. Don’t torment yourself over what could have been. You’ll drive yourself crazy.”

“If anything ever happened to y--”

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, ignoring the way his hold on my arm tightens even further, “Especially this time a year when I have a pretty good gau--”

He tilts his head slightly, eyebrows drawing together and a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Pretty good? Really?”

“Someone needs to watch your ego, chosen one.” This time when he tries for a smile, the look has some strength behind it. Relief pools in my stomach. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow’s a busy day and when you’re sleepy you’re beyond irritable.”

Anakin lets me pull away enough to lay down, but he doesn’t follow. Not for a long second. When he does, his movements are impossibly rigid. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as carefully as I can manage.

“Y/n?”

I regret turning my head immediately. I didn’t realize how close he was. It would take no effort from me to make our lips meet. Wait--why am I thinking of that? I’m not allowed to think of stuff like that...especially not about him.

“Yes?”

He lets out a breath before moving his hand. I don’t understand his hesitation until I feel his hand cupping my cheek gently. “What if next time I’m not enough? What if next time I lose you because I’m not strong enough?”

I never thought my death would be such a personal thing to him. Sure, I knew that we had some kind of bond, some kind of friendship, and that my death would bring sadness. But I never imagined I’d matter enough to him that thoughts of my death would be frightening enough to slip into his subconscious and become a thing of nightmares.

“You are enough. Nothing is going to happen to me and if it does it’s not going to be because of you.” Anakin’s lips press together in a way that implies serious uncertainty. His thumb brushes across my cheek so unexpectedly I almost ask him what he’s doing. The intensity behind his eyes is enough to burn me. “Was your dream really that bad?”

He lets out an uncertain breath as his eyebrows draw together. I don’t miss the way his jaw clenches. “It’s more than the dream. I...y/n, princess,” he tacts on, a hint of humor returning to him, “you’re more than a mission to me.”

The admission is so soft I can’t help but smile. “I know, Anakin, we’re--”

“You’re more than a friend to me.” I don’t know if my blood freezes in my veins or if my lungs don’t contract when they should or if my heart literally skips a beat, but I know something in me completely stops at his words. “I--”

“Don’t say it.” I don’t know how I managed to cut him off so sharply and I’m a little disappointed when I do, but it’s the right thing to do. Thought of the code that’s so important to him have clouded half the immense shock and joy swelling in my chest. “What you’re trying to say...I um, I want to say the same.” I try to drop my gaze but he tilts my head up slightly with his hand. “But we shouldn’t, you know that.”

"You want to us to pretend that nothing’s different? You want me to escort you from meetings with one suitor to the next every Coronation Season until you’re married off?”

“No, I’m not saying that. The point is that I’m not saying anything.” His eyebrows draw together in uncertainty. “Isn’t it enough for now, for both of us to just know? If we say it...that could mean bad things for you. And I don’t want to be a bad thing for you.”

“You could never be.”

It’d be so easy to believe him. To believe him and to let him say what I never imagined I’d be able to hear and damn the consequences of tomorrow. “Can we just refrain from verbally saying anything until you’re sure?”

“I’m sure right now. I’ve been sure since the first time we ever walked in the garden together. The night after the first Coronation Ball I escorted you to.”

I remember that night well. The way he hadn’t scolded me for needing air or taking off my uncomfortably high heels to walk in the grass. “If you mean it, you won’t say it yet. I refuse to get in the way of what you’re meant for.”

His thumb runs my cheek entirely, stopping at the corner of my mouth. “Are you capable of not disagreeing with me?”

Rolling my eyes slightly, I place my hand over his. “Probably not.”

Anakin exhales, his playful irritation clear in the sound. “You’re impossible when you’re tired.”

“I am not tired.”

“I can see the sleep in your eyes.”

“I can see it in yours too.”

He pauses, eyebrows drawn together cautiously. “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

He must be more tired than I thought if he’s compromising with me so quickly. “Deal.”

Neither of us close our eyes for a long second, we just watch each other with wide eyes. It still doesn’t feel like he’s eased, but he’s come back to me so much more than he was earlier. I’ll make sure to check how he’s feeling in the morning. The first morning after we’ve...I don’t know.

I’m trying really hard not to get excited because anything that’s been not said could be taken back so easily. That’s the point--but it’s hard not to let my heart get ahead of my rationality. I’ll just take the good for what it is for now and tomorrow we can figure out the rest. Even though he’s not allowed to form attachments and my father really wants to marry me off to foreign royalty.

Tomorrow. This can begin to be solved tomorrow. My eyes shut and I let myself roll fully onto my back. The second I’m comfortably settled, I feel Anakin shift against the bed. I’m too tired to open my eyes until I feel a weight placed against my chest.

I open my eyes on instinct, less surprised than I should be when I see Anakin’s head resting against my chest. Before I can speak, I feel his arm rest against my side. “Anakin,” I breathe, my hand moving to smooth his hair out of his face the way I’ve wanted to for so long. “What did we just talk about?”

“You said not to say anything,” he mumbles comfortably, “I’m not saying anything.” ...It is kind of the ideal compromise. Especially since I’m too tired to find reason and he feels so warm. “I can feel you overthinking. Go back to smoothing my hair before I have to rise and stand at your door so that your handmaid comes to wake you. Something tells me she’d be glad for the excuse to get rid of me.”

That might be the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard him say. Selma is the most patient woman in the palace. “Selma would never report anything involving me, I can’t believe you don’t like her. She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.”

“She’s the one that doesn’t like me,” he says, “she always watches me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m planning on stealing you away.”

Too tired to fight my smile, I go back to smoothing his hair out with my fingers. After a moment, he lets out an exhale that relaxes his entire body. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight.” The word is barely a mumble as I feel sleep tug against me for the second time tonight.

It’s strange, but my excitement doesn’t diminish my tiredness, it just makes the prospect of rest feel so much fuller. Safer. Because there’s so much to sort out and grieve but it’s okay, because we have the time and everything feels okay because Anakin is here, right beneath my fingertips.

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living-and-awaken · 4 years ago

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The death of a moment to push against capitalism, higher wages, insurance, and respect for the "low end" essential workers in America:

Remember a few months ago I made a post about how all the commercials, businesses, celebrities and random avg Joe's were talking about frontline workers, including food industry workers, were heroes and necessary for the very fabric of America. Remember in that rant I talked about how tips increased and people were actually on our side when it came to capitalism and pay with our essential jobs. Then I mentioned about a month or two later, regardless of where the pandemic was at, things would go back to normal and these sudden "low end essential jobs" will go back to being treated poorly and as if we are all ignorant, dumb clowns that didnt make correct life choices. That we deserve our shit oay that isnt even a living wage no matter what state you live in.... yeah. Let me find that post because I hit the nail on the head. We are back to that. We are back to being treated like shit and hated on by customers. We are back to people pretending we didnt risk our lives and family's lives by working during the pandemic. Thank you America. May you continue your hypocrisy and completely uneducated, sad, terrible views. Welcome to America. Home of the brave, aka, the underpaid who are desperate to gain money just to live they will put their lives on the line. We also dont have insurance nor can we afford it so god forbid we get injured during our tasks to help those more privileged (some dont even work, its just old money). Then when we do get sick we cant go see a doctor because of low pay and this is the very few times we wont get fired because of the pandemic. That being said, most states at least mine is, is an at will state, meaning they can fire me for any reason at all and they dont have to tell me why. So yeah, I am sure people have gotten fired for getting covid because they can't get other to cover their shift the entire time their in quarantine even though they should be shutting down for two week anyways. But hey. Capitalism am I right? Fuck the little guy. The hard worker that shows up sick because they cant afford to miss work or get fired. The one that cant get health insurance. The one who cant get a second job because schedules come out the week before and expect you to find a replacement. The one who won't let you get a second job and then yell at you for trying or for getting one and needing a day off for your other job but wont give you a raise and/or more hours to meet the bill requirements and get food or meds (which again no insurance so bye to that anyways like in my case).

So here we are again. It's the end of 2020. Covid is still rampant in the United states. We have gotten 1,200 for one month. No rent relief. No more money. No hazard pay. Nothing but a pat on the back followed by a kick in the ass to get us back to work. Welcome to the essential working class in America. Welcome to my life. Welcome to the life of millions.

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sukirichi · 3 years ago

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

y/n - ‘I was born to make everyone’s life a living hell’ maam this LINE?! JAW DROPPED, TIME STOPPED being insecure all her life and wanting to live up to the expectations to her dad just to have that sliver of attention from him, that sentence gives us a glimpse on how little she felt despite being accomplished, rather successful actually because she always cleans her boss’ mess have a lot of baggage to unpack. and when the secret was confirmed, her anger rejects all of the entity that ties with her past because both her parents deprived her for the things she was supposed to have– becoming greedy to fulfill those. then eventually, somehow, going back to her roots aka being humble after having the talk with her dad. As most of her insecurity started because of him and how she had to be the bigger person for his other family, clearing out the misunderstanding between them brought a sense of peace while she’s settling in the restless turn of events.

and with our main man gojo, this guy, it is not wise to- 😤😤 how can you say you’re engaged after doing the body tango huh? esp when you said you want y/n to be your wife? oh gee and the revelation of his past relationship with mia and how he sees her in y/n is so fucked up. can’t help but think that satoru wanting to marry and be this lovey-dovey with y/n is just him reliving the moments that mia never gave him in the past. and y/n accepting that their current relationship is based on how they’re filling up the cracks in their needs and settling for the sake of familiarity. imagine how deep in love our girl is to keep satoru in her life 💔 im still in it for the second lead agenda

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

BUT i know you mentioned this many times but laywer! naoya all poised and in his best behavior while helping y/n in her new situation has my heart go💕💕 winning lots of cases and is known in his field, he proved that he is both beauty and brains. and the pen spin??? man be pulling those fast spins either to distract or impress the person he is talking to flashing those perfect white pearls wtf now i can’t get that out of my head naoya brain rot 🥵🥵 also celebrity chef! sukuna in charge of all those delicious, exquisite cuisines? imma make myself broke just to taste his masterpiece🥲 ooh but how about him being a michelin star chef and owning a michelin-starred resto?! no doubt, left and right you see this man appearing on some high food magazine on the cover 😊😊 oh oh i also saw that supermodel! choso?? also his face is plastered on magazines AND luxurious advertisements ex. shibuya crossing! where most people be drenched in his glorious presence yea weird shibuya arc ref pls kill me and everyone talks how handsome and intimidating he is while he just have a rbf and only the closest people in his life get to see him drop that front 😌😌

with that in mind, imagine supermodel! choso being a godfather to the baby of y/n?? he would go soft immediately at the sight of the child and would probably love giving lots of branded clothes it will be good enough for more than a year ☺️🥲😭

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you’re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

i hope you’re doing well nowadays :’)) we need to find gege the best chiropractor to take care of his back, so good that it’ll make naoya respawn to life 🙂 suki i don’t think i’ll get tired of saying how much i love your work that it feels illegal im reading it for free 💔. i don’t really have much to offer, but im wishing you good health and success in your life :’)) aah i’ve mentioned this already but take care always 💕💖😊🥰

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

- 🍳

y/n becomes a real baddie when she’s pissed off 😫

hmm y/n wasn’t really working hard for her dad’s attention, it was more like she felt so left out and unwanted (she feels unwanted wherever she goes) that she just decided to pack up and support them from afar bcos to her, she’s so alienated in her dad’s family that she felt like she had to work hard to earn a spot in their table. she knows she’s the outsider but she wants to feel like she can be part of them, that she is also a child deserving of love and care, but becos her stepmom focused more on her actual kids and her own dad was too busy with his new family now, it made y/n feel that she had to do something to be worthy of that.

that’s why most of the money she made working in tokyo was still wired to her family; she put her brothers in school and supported them, all because she hoped it would make them accept her more. now, things are different because she finally found her biological family, but even if valeria and co. still don’t want her, y/n is now more focusing on building something that’s truly hers that no one can take away. yes yes, she did become greedy, but more for power than of acceptance. she got to a point she doesn’t care as much vying for her parents’ approval and now thinks her luxury gives her comfort; only because at least she has that much. like she said in the latest chapter, happiness was not what she needed, it was stability and money - all things she lacked before.

and yea she did go back to her roots! all of her issues started with her dad anyway but that part is slowly patching up 🩹💔 oooh actually your theory is right bestie 🧐 gojo found y/n interesting bcos she reminded him of mia, so the more she pushed him away, the more he’s like wait, i’ve been here before, let’s not repeat past mistakes but i can do better now. on the part where gojo talked to mia while she was asleep, notice how he said he’s given a second chance to do better now, all because he couldn’t do them with mia but he could with y/n.

ohhh actually y/n was the one who established that ‘fulfilling mutual need and settling for familiarity instead of being lonely’ type of relationship. gojo avoided her for weeks and he’s pretty settled in keeping his distance, but she was the one who sought him out. deep down, y/n is afraid if she doesn’t at least use him as an anchor to her more humble roots, then she might spiral out of control and end up like valeria, thus using him as a ‘distraction’ but in reality, she needs his comfort to be grounded.

SECOND LEAD AGENDA OMG LETS GOOO 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ geto the fine fine option.

NO BESTIE MOMENT U MENTIONED LAWYER NAOYA I JUST KNEW I WAS GONNA SCREAM. okay but lawyer! naoya is so fine, i love his character so much bcos he’s a pure bean. originally, i was gonna make him an antagonist but i found he had more potential as a good, supportive character. HIS PEN SPIN HELPPP WHY COULDN’T HE JUST BEEN OUR BABY DADDY 😫 he pulls them fast spins bcos he’s nervous btw HAHAHAHA y/n can be quite intimidating and lawyer! naoya is sometimes too precious.

celebrity chef! sukuna is MEAN! he was pictured after gordon ramsay so lmao. omgggg sukuna being famous not only for his food but also his handsomeness 😳 he gets so cocky over how no one can get in his level while popping a battle of champagne, listening to ‘careless whisper’ while dancing to his reflection in the mirror 😤

also yoo supermodel! choso is THE hot shit 🥵 he’s so famous his schedule is packed for an entire year and a half and those are just for very selected brands and designers! ugh imagine going to work on the subway when you see supermodel! choso with rbf posing sexily and you swoon because he’s so sexy. plot twist that choso doesn’t know how to drive bcos as a kamo family member, they grew up with drivers taking them to and fro, so when his driver got sick and everyone else was busy, supermodel choso takes the subway himself and hides behind a face mask and cap while still wearing extravagant clothes that makes him stand out more. he does not have ‘subtle’ on his book at all.

and yeah people say he’s intimidating but its more his height and build + rbf! in reality, he’s just as soft and sweet as naoya, but both of them go into protective mode when someone they care about is being crapped on. and boy when they DO get into “what did you just say?” mode, better run away 🏃🏻‍♀️ supermodel! choso is also an heir to the kamo empire though not after the business, but he still has enough power to take you down in a second.

meanwhile, lawyer! naoya didn’t become this successful without being so savage yet composed he makes you question your entire existence before he drags you to court. lawyer! naoya is so scarily convincing that he can make you plead guilty even tho you did nothing wrong 💀

aaaah omg supermodel! choso LOVES babies actually! as the eldest child who looked after his brothers bcos the kamo parents are always away for work, being a father figure is so natural to him. i can picture him being the one who cries harder than gojo if the baby is born bcos he’s so excited, then reads poems to the baby before sighing that childbirth is such a beautiful thing 🥺

omg i know sweet n sour, the actresses are one of my faves tho i haven’t watched it yet! oooh they’re a nurse? i didn’t know that 🧐 i actually finish my short training in a week so i’ll be heading on to heavy majoring in psychology! wait bestie are YOU also a psych major 😳💕 oh and i see i see, sky castle *jots that down for future references* reckless actually has lots of significance in terms of the parents’ roles so i’m excited to see that! and aww thank you so much, can’t believe i made it in someone’s top three 🥺💕

HELP AHSKWKW i’m gonna call the best chiropractor in the world and send them gege’s way, i’ll cry a river if that’s what it takes to bring my boo back to life 😭 and noo baby the support already means a lot to me, i’m just happy to indulge in my hobbies and share it wih you all so thank you very much for everything 🥺 please take care of yourself too n have a nice day!! kith MWAH ��

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #jjk: manga spoilers #anon:🍳

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wincore · 5 years ago

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wayv + sci-fi!au

a/n: i dont have a lot of time but i do have a lot of ideas so here’s my attempt at a bullet scenario!! i also wanted to write sci-fi aus which are not post apocalyptic so here’s my best and i know these are all like really far fetched and maybe a little cliched but it was fun writing them!!

doctor!kun

a doctor for mutants!!

so kind and steady, he pretty much won you over the first time you met

when you find yourself crying by the side of the street after being kicked out of your apartment

you did not expect a man with kind eyes and sweet smile to show up and offer you water and some tissues

especially an attractive man with an angelic voice

even the unblemished white of his jacket adds to the whole angelic look

you’re so out of it after the whirlwind of events that the slightest of kindness makes you even more emotional

you start bawling your eyes out when he offers to listen

and you actually want to tell him everything

how you just naturally attract trouble, especially with your strange powers

how you’re not trained enough to control them and you’re just sort of clumsy

how you really hate yourself for being born this way

but you can’t - you know he’d freak out, and you’d lose the last shred of kindness left for you

the serious look in the man’s face takes you by surprise

‘you’re...you’re a mutant, are you not?’

your eyes widen as you feel alert

he’s not part of the government, is he? he’s not trying to take you those horrible labs, is he? - oh god

you sit frozen in shock and no idea what to do

‘don’t worry!!’ he reassures you when he notices your obvious discomfort

‘i won’t harm you! here, i’ll stay five feet away if that makes you feel better’

he gets up and moves away, putting his arms up to emphasize he means no harm

you shy away from him but he stands still in his place

‘please don’t be afraid. i’m just like you.’

you raise an eyebrow at that and when he signals you to come forward, you do, albeit reluctantly and cautious

he takes your arm, careful enough to be gentle and presses his palm against the burn mark you got last week

you hiss at the contact and he mumbles a sorry before letting his palm rest for a few moments

when he removes it, your burn marks are completely erased like they were never there

you stare at him agape and he breaks into a wide smile

‘i’m kun. and i was wondering if you’d join our school for mutants.’

‘i’m sorry, what?’

‘it’s to train people like us for the world. how to survive and pass off as a normal human being’

kun seems serious about this, and you can’t help but feel a certain feeling of trust towards him - he’s like you, after all

well, not as messy as you are, though

which is why you agree, and find yourself in front of a large yet old brick building - it’s so large, you’re sure it could house over hundreds of people!

there’s a giant courtyard behind the first entrance, and the housing lies on the other side

the top floors of the housing building, lined with bay windows, catches your attention with how comfortable they look, how inviting

and the numerous people of all ages - children, teenagers, adults - present in the courtyard doing their own thing livens up the atmosphere of the entire place

you feel yourself smiling as kun gives you a tour around the place

unfortunately, you don’t listen to any instruction he tells you

when you look at kun, the stern expression he gives you makes you freeze

‘you didn’t listen, did you?’ he frowns

‘i...uh...ho-how would you know?’

‘i’ve seen enough kids on their first day’ he loosens up and gives you a smile

‘wait how old are you?’ you ask, puzzled ’don’t tell me you’re like 50′

‘do i look 50 to you?’

you laugh at his expression, all sour, and despite you barely learning anything about the place, you’re hopeful again

the next few weeks are the difficult part

you have different trainers for controlling each aspect of your abilities - defense, cover-up, intensity control

very occasionally, kun takes your defense classes and boy is he good at martial arts

the entire point of the defense classes is to defend yourself without getting your opponent hurt

you kinda suck at it but you have never seen anyone move so easy to find but so difficult to get a hold of, almost as if he’s untouchable

you wonder if you’ll ever be able to do that

there’s lessons on how to behave too - the ones you hate most

but those are probably the ones you need the most, you think disdainfully

the worst part, however, is that you don’t get to see kun very often

he’s always busy tending to the kids and other patients (particularly, these two kids called yangyang and chenle) or taking classes for other students in his free time

and while you have your own schedule, you really wanted to spend more time with kun

shhhhh no you totally don’t have a crush what

surprisingly, kun barely ever uses his abilities - just for really young kids to amaze them or if it’s a serious injury

he’s gone through med school, and you’re sure he possesses superhuman memory too with the way he has every part of the human body memorized

he’s really kinda cool to you - the way he works systematically and thoughtfully

the night your sleeplessness is at its worst, you walk hesitantly towards kun’s office, hoping he could give you some mild sleeping pills

and maybe get to talk with him with that excuse

but instead, you eavesdrop on something you’re not supposed to

‘the government?’ kun asks the figure in black, sitting opposite him in his room

‘yes. they’re saying they know our location. but they want us to peacefully surrender ourselves.’

‘they’ll never find this place. sicheng’s invisibility barriers are the strongest ever known. plus, you’re good at masking. you know that.’

‘yes, but aren’t you worried? they’re not usually this bold.’

‘taeyong. you know this is the safest place we have. if we were to have been breached, we already would have.’

the figure called taeyong relaxes into the chair and there’s a quiet pause

‘yeah, you’re right. there’ll always be threats. i just got worked up.’

there’s silence for a while and you hold your breath for fear of being caught

kun has his eyes focused on taeyong

and you think he’s about to say something when his eyes suddenly move to your form behind the door

you freeze, a shiver running down your spine at the strong gaze you’re met with before scrambling away

you sneak into a narrow space between two walls, suddenly afraid that you’ve done something you shouldn’t have

you try keeping a watch on the corridor, looking out for any shadow or figure

you don’t wanna be caught eavesdropping by kun - he’s pretty strict about keeping meetings confidential

and when you’re sure enough time has passed, you peek your head out to find an empty corridor

you sigh in relief and push yourself out of the narrow cramped space to take a deep breath

‘you know, you should really focus on the sounds you make if you’re going to sneak around.’

you jump at kun’s voice and take a step back on reflex only for your back to hit the wall

‘i’m- i’m really sorry i- i didn’t mean to- i’m sorry’

kun doesn’t say anything, only draws closer till you wish you could fall through the wall for some space between the two of you

judging from the deep frown, you’d say you’re in for quite some scolding

but all you get is a long silence

instead, he presses his hand gently against your cheek

‘how’d you get that cut?’ he asks, looking concerned

you never noticed but now that he mentioned it, you feel a low burning on your cheek

you rack your brain to find an answer to when you could possibly get a gash like that

but instead of waiting, kun just draws his thumb along it

and the burning falls numb

you look at him, confused

you thought he disliked using his powers

‘why did you- why did you do that? you could have just sent me to the infirmary. a band-aid would have been fine.’

‘that’s okay. it’s fixed either way.’

‘i thought you didn’t like using your gifts.’

‘it does take up the better part of my energy, yes, but i’m off to bed now anyway.’

kun takes a step back and you finally detach yourself from the wall

‘kun?’

you call when he’s about to turn away

‘hm?’

kun looks at you with the same warmth he had when he brought you here

‘thanks. i’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.’

he laughs, his brow up in a confused twist

‘i just want to keep you safe.’

kun presses a light kiss to your forehead, so soft you almost don’t feel it

‘good night’ he says and walks away

leaving you blushing deep red in a lonely corridor

gamer!ten

when you find your ex-boyfriend at the city aquarium, you feel the urge to crawl into some hole and wither away

you just wanted a day to relax and have fun, but it looks like fate doesn’t want you to

your ex hasn’t noticed you and you quickly hide behind one of the corners to avoid confrontation

you sigh when he leaves in another direction, and turn around to get back on your little tour

your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you find a puffer fish staring right back at you

you’re so sure there wasn’t any exhibit behind you - it was just a wall, wasn’t it?

when you look around and back at the glass enclosure, there’s suddenly a tiger shark there instead of a round little pufferfish

you’re honestly starting to freak out

you slowly back away from the shark staring at you, but when you bump into someone, you let out a scream

‘JEEZ you’re so loud!’

your eyes meet another’s and they stare at you with a calculating sort of expression

‘i uh hi...uh...sorry......about that’ you stutter

he stares at you blankly

‘oh,,,uh, it’s okay’

there’s an awkward silence before he opens his mouth again

‘wait a minute you’re real aren’t you?’

you knit your brows together

‘i’m sorry?”

he cocks his head to the side and the expression on his face changes into a mortified one before he looks back to you

‘okay don’t freak out’

and of course you turn around to see what he saw

and it’s a fucking blue whale in a tank that’s probably not meant to hold a blue whale

your eyes follow the slow cracking on the glass, every new vein kicking a bout of fear in you

but the guy beside you wastes no time in grabbing your hand and bolting before it all comes crashing down

at least one of you knows what’s going on

you’ve barely reached the exit, when water rushes in from behind and the grip on your wrist tightens

‘this is gonna be messy’ he warns with a grimace

and you’re hit with a giant wave of water

great you’re gonna drown in an aquarium full of weird sea creatures who may or may not try to eat you

and the blue turns to black but you don’t feel the grip on your arm loosen, safely anchoring you

you wake up in an empty convenience store when bright daylight streams in through the windows

‘where the hell and fuck am i’

‘oh my god you’re awake i didn’t know if you could respawn i thought you died FOR REAL-’

‘what’

you see the guy from the aquarium, dark hair all mussed and wet, sitting with a towel around his neck and he passes one to you, which you take reluctantly

‘you really don’t know?’ he asks

you glare at him as you stand up and walk closer to him

do you look like you’re joking?

‘okay okay. you’re in a video game. i have no idea how you got in though. last time i checked glitches aren’t sentient.’

huh okay

at least it explains the shape-shifting fish and why an entire aquarium came crashing down on its own

you try to not think about the obvious madness of everything so far

‘i’m ten, by the way. and you’re welcome.’

‘for what?’

‘for saving your life?’ he answers with an incredulous face

you’re both quiet for a while before he sits down in front of you, still drying his hair

‘did you really not suspect a thing till now?’ he asks

‘i mean,,,,uh,,,,,when i saw my ex something had to be wrong’

he snickers as he adjusts something on his watch

you look at him expectantly

‘so are you going to explain why i’m here or why my ex is here or why everything feels so real’

‘oh right. have you ever seen those drones around your neighborhood?’

‘the round black ones?’

‘yeah! those are our scanning drones. we wanted the game to be as realistic as possible!’

‘so you spy on people?’

‘no’

it takes ten a full fifteen minutes to explain that this is just one of the new releases from his company and he’s a beta tester (or avid gamer, if you may) looking around for glitches in the background to report them before missions and enemies and other details can be added

you might live in one of the most technologically advanced cities in the world

and you know times are changing from phone screens and ar/vr headsets but

never in your life would you have thought virtual reality could get so real that you confuse it with actual reality

‘what are you doing?’ you ask as you eye ten tap away on his watch

‘reporting that glitchy fish’

‘glitchy fish’ you repeat

that’s one way to put it

when he’s done he looks up and stares at you for a while till it gets on your nerves

‘what?’

‘i still don’t know if you’re a glitch or a player, darling’ he says with a hard stare

you gulp

he’s not going to leave you behind, is he?

‘you have any idea where your real body could be right now? maybe we could disconnect you from the server’

you shrug. you don’t remember starting or even purchasing this game

‘the game’s not even released to the public though, i have no idea how you’d get the game.’

you sigh. this isn’t getting anywhere

suddenly ten seems to realize something as he stands up straight

‘maybe your save files got deleted! that’s why you have no memory.’

you nod along without fully understanding

an explanation’s better than none

‘and? what do i have to do to get out of this game?’

ten scratches the back of his head sheepishly

‘haven’t figured that part out yet’

you sigh into your hands

‘we’re not giving up yet don’t be so sad’

you look back up to be greeted with a thousand watt smile

‘i, personally, think that sentient glitches are kinda cool’

‘i’m not a glitch!’ you protest

you can’t be. you just don’t know how you got into the game that’s all

‘well then let’s get going!’ he says as he pulls you up

you stumble behind him trying to steady yourself with his walking pace as you both exit the store

‘where are we going?’ you ask

‘you have a place to live, don’t you?’

‘but it’s,,,,,a simulation’

‘so are we now let’s get going, glitch’

‘i’m not a glitch, dickwad’

ten hesitates for a moment before nudging you to lead the way

‘we can try jogging your memory tomorrow’ he shrugs

‘if it doesn’t work, i’ll go back and try searching for your save files’

and you trust him on that

virtual sunsets can’t be so pretty, you think as you walk towards your apartment, your only hope lying with a stranger

maybe this video game isn’t so bad

secret agent!winwin

uhh more like intergalactic secret agent

as someone from earth, you’re not happy with how things are going

illegal activities have grown in numbers, with crime rate off the charts

and the worst yet, the government is desperately trying to hide that everything is going wrong

so of course they want to send agents on covert operations to solve some of the problems

and man, being one of earth’s best secret agents is a pain in the ass

because you get sent to bring down an illegal kaiju fighting ring all on your own

if those monsters are let loose, you can’t even begin to comprehend the damage

you have no idea how they even made those - and they even established a command link with them!

it’s like mankind is itching to drive themselves extinct

as for your plan

getting in is easy for you with your disguise as a spectator

you’re gonna thank the face sculptors you borrowed from the labs, but the rest was all you

in all honesty, the plan you made is easy

sneak into the team chambers, make sure the kaiju are put to sleep, and destroy the command links

and then of course, you make sure the ring is irreparably destroyed

should be easy enough - you have all your limbs and vital organs, what else can you need?

turns out having a few more eyes or blades on your spine or being as big as a skyscraper would also be cool

the near death experience you have in the spectator area makes you wonder why people come here at all

the creatures aren’t fully limited to the ring - sometimes their deadly sharp tails shoot into the watching bay

perhaps someone forgot to give you the memo

but you regain your composure as you sneak out while the crowd goes wild with their eyes glued to the monsters

seriously, how could anyone enjoy monsters tearing each other apart?

when you’re in a team personal room, you take down the players easy enough

but you hesitate when you look at the giant creature in the glass container

it sleeps so peacefully, even if its programmed to be controlled, to kill

just plug the poison in and they’ll die just as peacefully, you remind yourself

you get a horrible feeling in your gut though

all these years you’ve managed to keep your missions almost casualty proof

and the first murder you’ll be doing is of innocent creatures tainted by mankind to kill

but of course, you think again, they’re a threat to other life if freed

you’re about to plug the driver in, when an arm snakes around your waist and twists you to the ground

you groan in pain but retaliate with a kick nonetheless

the figure dodges it by a hair’s width and tries wrapping a hand around your neck

the fight continues and you’ve never felt so drained in your life - this guy really knows hand to hand combat huh,,

you’ve never sparred with someone who moves so fluid, almost feline in how his footsteps never make a sound

you can never predict his next move

it’s difficult to fight him so you settle for restricting his movement as much as possible

you have him pinned for a while, as you demand an answer of him

while most of his face is covered, his eyes are not and you’d find them pretty if they weren’t from a person so dangerous

in all your years of training, you’ve never encountered an enemy this skilled

‘who sent you?’

he doesn’t answer, and an almost satisfied look passes across his features

in a flash, your positions are reversed and he cuffs your wrists with magnetic locks

you groan

this is not how you’re going out

you watch him as he sticks three patches on the container and it makes you wonder

they can’t be,,,,teleportation patches,,,can they

you thought they were just rumors

‘what are you doing?’ you ask, desperate to enough to distract him in any way

he raises an eyebrow and walks slowly towards you with a hard glare

‘putting things back in their place’

‘okay,,, and how’d you sneak in?’

you admit you’re a little curious - he doesn’t look like he’s been using face sculptors or presence erasers

he looks like he got in way easier than you did

‘you’re only the best on earth’ he says with a scoff

‘you know me?’

‘i know everyone who works for earth’s government. your firewalls are primitive’

you crinkle your nose at how casual he looks saying something so condescending

‘do you mind explaining what you’re gonna do with them?’

‘i told you. i’m putting things back in their place.’

‘what you’re gonna put them back in a test tube?’

he stops to look at you for a moment

‘you really don’t know?‘

you shake your head

why does he look at you with so much disdain?

‘a race of thieves pretending they’re pioneers,,,huh‘

‘now you’re just being mean :(’

you’re starting to form an idea of who he is, and it isn’t any less interesting than who he might be

‘how do you think you humans started breeding them?’

‘so you’re telling me,,,they were stolen?’

‘yes, and now they’ve been genetically modified to only fight. it’s sad’

‘sorry to break it to you buddy but human beings kinda suck’

he tilts his head

perhaps that was not the response he expected from your arrogant little race

he continues walking around the glass, analyzing the creature

‘they’re from a less developed planet under our protection. they’re going to die out if we don’t restore the natural order‘

you sit still, curious about the whole situation unfurling

he looks at you one last time, eyes unreadable again

‘i hope you stay out of my way. i’ll take care of the creatures‘

‘let me help you‘

‘i’m sorry?‘

he has an eyebrow raised in disbelief

‘i’ll help you. you wanna get them home, right? i want to help‘

it is a better way to get rid of them - that way you won’t be committing mindless murder

‘well, i need to get them to the labs first to rewire their bio codes, and then get them home‘

‘so you’ll let me help‘

‘i’m not used to,,,a partner‘

‘you wouldn’t tell me all of that unless you wanted me to help‘

you see a ghost of a smile across his features even if his lower face is masked

‘you’re going to wear a freezer bracelet in case you try something funny‘

you groan

‘we literally want the same thing - a little trust would be nice‘

‘you talk like a rookie too much to be a good agent‘

he walks up to you and removes the magnetic cuffs only to put the freezer bracelet on you

you massage your wrists and shoot him a glare

if you’re offering to help him, he could at least be a little nicer

in the next second, he pulls down his mask and extends a hand towards you

you’re almost a little starstruck by his face, honestly

his expression is strictly business when he speaks, a little uncaring even

but there’s a hint of a smile in his voice

‘i think it’d be a win-win situation for us to work together and get all these kaiju home’

time traveller!lucas

you go to the old park early in the morning not because you’re fond of waking up at ungodly hours

but there’s something about the silence of dawn that really helps you focus on your work

of course you do skip some days, it’s normal

but you like to be at the top, ahead of your own anxieties

on the fated day you don’t skip

you certainly weren’t expecting to find a boy hanging upside from a tree branch right in front of your face

a lot of people don’t know about this place - only old couples and little children and dogs owners come visit

definitely not college kids

and it’s even emptier at this hour

the boy is startled by your presence, which isn’t good for him

because he ends up on the ground in a crumpled mess clutching his arm

the weirdest part is you recognize him from your classes, nanoscience maybe?

you’re sure he’s one of the more popular kids,,,,wong yukhei, is it?

you’ve seen him laugh with a giant group of friends in the hallway before

‘oww,,,,’

that snaps you out of your thoughts and you quickly kneel down beside him

‘are you okay?? did you hurt your arm?? do you need help??’

‘i’ll be fine!!!’ he squeaks when he sees you so close to him and shoots up

but something else catches his attention as he mutters an ‘oh boy’

and takes off in another direction

you look behind you but find nothing and scratch your head trying to figure out what’s up

what a weird boy

and you’re about to take your regular spot on the bench with your laptop

when the boy sudden materializes beside you again nearly giving you a heart attack

‘you’ve gotta come with me’

and suddenly you’re pulled by the arm into a strange darkness

like you’ve fallen into a lake of the murkiest waters, everything there and not there at the same time

but it lasts only a few seconds

and when you’re able to see again, you’re not in a park

in fact you’re not in any place familiar

and there’s a horse cart coming right at you

you’re about to scream when you’re pulled to the side into an alley, almost tripping over the cobblestones

and you fall back into that murky water

light shines back again when you’re suddenly in a sort of desert

‘is that a fucking dinosaur?’

instead of an answer, you get arms wrapping around you and you’re back into murky waters

you take a breath of life in a dimly lit place

but it’s a different sort of darkness - more like someone turned the lights off instead of something that pulls you in

‘what the fuc-’

‘i’m sorry! i really am! but the situation is,,,,,,really bad’

you glare at him and a sliver of satisfaction crosses you when you see him stumble back at your gaze

‘i’m yukhei hi,,,,,,,and i’m also in your nanoscience class’

‘you know me?’

you don’t see his ears turn red in the dim light as he nudges you forward into a more lit area

‘we’re in 3145’

‘what? where’s that?’

‘no- that’s the year’

‘WHAT?!’

yukhei winces at the rise in your voice as you look at him for answers

in all honesty, he looks like a guilty puppy trying to avoid its owner

‘i’m so sorry i had to pull you into this!! but i didn’t have a choice, okay? the agents were after me, and they saw you too! and there was no way letting you be was okay-’

‘yukhei’

‘yes?’

‘tell me about the agents part’

‘oh right i’m supposed to deliver some information to the president of earth in 3145 but the old earth colonies sent them to get it from me’

‘.....okay’

he grins sheepishly

‘don’t worry, okay?’ he says, eyes round and words firm

‘i just have to get this to the president and report the agents - and it’s finished!’

yukhei walks off in another direction and you follow nimbly behind him

the first sight that comes into view is the giant glass window on your left

there’s no wall - only a view of the city

and you swear you’ve never seen anything grander

it’s night but the lights are so bright it might as well be day at certain parts

there’s no being afraid of the dark here - humanity seems to have built empires to keep out their fears

drawn to the view, you walk closer to the glass and peer down

‘i can’t see the ground!’ you exclaim

yukhei turns around to look at you for a few seconds confused before coming to stand by your side

‘yeah! we’re like on of the tallest buildings ever built in human history! and this isn’t even the top floor’

your jaw drops as you look around at the rings you assume are roads with the vehicles moving on them

they have a sort of grace as they glide by at an incredible speed

there are rings after every few storeys and the bright lights nearly blind you when you try to look directly at them

the buildings themselves are of varying shapes, but they’re mostly black with lined windows emitting differently colored lights

you can see a tower in the distance, stretching out into skies you’ve never seen before, lights sorting out the texture of the clouds

you never thought nighttime could be so wonderfully lit

you turn your head to find yukhei grinning at you

‘i was totally dazed too the first time’

you find yourself smiling as yukhei points out certain things in the distance he finds cool

he’s so enthusiastic about all the places you feel yourself drawing closer, curious with certain questions

‘yukhei’ you ask suddenly ‘where are you from?’

‘the same as you! i was born in 1999, and i’m a university student- i mean, you know that,,,,,,,because we share a class together,,,’

he looks outside the glass

‘i don’t know why i took up this,,,,,,,,,,time traveling messenger job,,,,,honestly,,,,,,but it’s more fun when i’m not alone’

his shoulders sag but he straightens in a moment, like he refuses to be discouraged

‘anyway i gotta do this quick i’ll be back’

and you watch him run towards the end of the long corridor after shooting you a grin

the hallway is tremendously large and he disappears into the dark soon despite the bright lights from the windows

now that you think about it, it’s quite difficult to make out the ceiling - the corridors seem to be made for giants

you look back out the glass, wonder filling your senses again

you hope yukhei succeeds in his task quickly

would he ever mind giving you a tour of this place?

or just walk around with you here

it’s like every video game illustrator’s dream come true, this place

but yukhei comes back distressed after only a few minutes

‘i need a plan b’

turns out he forgot about the dinner party tonight - and there’s hundreds of thousands of guests beyond that door at the end of the corridor

there is no way to meet the president without greeting a horde of people

‘yukhei no’

‘i promise i’ll pay you back! anything you want!’

‘i am not sneaking into the president’s chamber while you distract the guests’

but you sigh and give in when you’re met with puppy eyes and pouty lips

where the hell did he learn that?

‘okay my face should be enough to distract people but just in case’

you roll your eyes as yukhei procures a black coat with gold embroidery and changes into dress shoes

he tries to comb aside his bangs as best as he can with his fingers but the strands make their way onto his face anyway

he then taps a button on his watch and his hoodie and jeans change into a dress shirt and formal pants in a blink

‘okay can’t believe that came in handy’ yukhei whistles at his garments

you, on the other hand, aren’t as calm

the president? of the entire earth? in the year 3145?

you can’t even dream up something this wild

and as yukhei drags you towards the door while you’re chewing on your nails

you pray nothing goes wrong in this plan

as you hide behind a large silver chair, you’re amazed at how good yukhei actually is at distracting

you can’t decipher the garbled nonsense that’s coming out of his mouth - you think it must be a different language, an alien language maybe or a new earth language

the guests look at him enamored and gleeful and with laughter

and you think he must have that effect on everyone he meets

well he certainly is charming, although in a weird way

with one last look at him and the crowd around, you sneak from table to table

till you reach the door at the corner

you wouldn’t even have noticed it with the way it’s so well hidden - only at a certain angle can you make out the outline of the door, which is oddly circular

who knows maybe circles are back in fashion in the 32nd century

you push the door at one side

and walk right into the presidential chamber

honestly, you expected a lock at least

it’s not as intimidating as you thought it’d be - in fact it looks like a normal office

well except for the techy stuff you can’t quite figure out

the lighting is soft blue and the mild smell of fresh flowers wafts through

it’s almost like a normal present day office

just keep it on the desk and go back just like yukhei said

you do just that and go back to the entrance

except the door is locked on the other side

you tug at it - it’s supposed to be rotating door, sort of like a spinning coin

but it’s wedged on tight

you slide onto the floor and hug your knees as you weigh the situation

what happens when the president finds you in her chamber? or worse, her security personnel

the president is a just but kind lady, yukhei had said to reassure you

but will you be prosecuted for trespassing? do laws even apply to you when you’re not from this era?

you swear you’ll have a mental breakdown right there

when yukhei walks in with trouble written all over his face

‘okay so,,,,another change of plan?’

there’s loud knocking at the door as yukhei scrambles around to seal it

‘okay the guards figured out i’m not the prince from some planet and we can’t go out now’

the terror on your face is obvious

‘well? what do we do?’

‘....wait for the president? she knows i’m supposed to be here’

you sigh into your hands

this is taking far too long and in a place far too closed for your liking

you find yourself having difficulty breathing

but when yukhei notices, he starts talking to you in halting words and laughter - his stories of where and when he’s been and all the dumb situations he got himself into

and even though the lilt in his voice gets loud

it helps you calm down

and you end up resting against his shoulder

you don’t know how you fell asleep but yukhei shakes you awake by the shoulder

‘the president’s here!’ he notifies

and you immediately jump up to stand straight

and when yukhei relates the events to the president in fumbling words,

you notice how dignified she is, especially with the stark contrast against yukhei’s awkward form in front of her

you almost giggle as he flusters over incorrect word usage

and your bumpy journey is over as soon as yukhei passes a small device to the president

‘good work’ she says with a smile and you’re escorted to a new room in a flurry

‘a gift’ one of the guards hands yukhei a small device

‘oh man! the latest one? this looks so cool!’

the bright smile on his face radiates excitement

your heart freezes when yukhei walks over to you, his smile still stretched across his face

‘let’s go home’ he says

you take his hand and smile back

and the murky waters aren’t as suffocating this time

you’re by the park bench again like you haven’t been gone for a few hours

there’s an awkward air between you and yukhei as you try to part with a goodbye

and you’re about to sit alone on your bench again

when yukhei turns around to jog back beside you

‘hey,,,,uh,,, do you wanna hang out in 3145? i know some really good cafes and gaming joints,,,’

you break into a livened up smile

‘i’d love to’

therapist!xiaojun

but like,,,,a therapist for cyborgs,,,,

he mainly works with newly made cyborgs and helps them get used to their new body parts in one way or another

you’re actually one of the first long term patients he gets

and you’re,,,,well,,,,a special case

on one hand, you’re technically still human

but your brain has been replaced with processors to help your body function

the only patients he’s ever helped are ones with more outer cyber body parts like arms and legs and eyes

they think the same way, and it’s just adjusting to related physical activities that they need help for

he’s a little scared to admit that he might not know what to do, how to distract you from associated difficulties, how to help you completely adjust

but he’s going to give you his best shot anyway

all you know is that a car accident left you with irreparable brain damage

and this was the only way to save you

you know who you are because that information has been fed to you

you know who you are but you just don’t think the same

in a way, you’ve gone back to thinking like a child because of the reset

learning things little by little

but it wasn’t good enough for you to get back to where you were

it’s like you understood things but stopped feeling them

a sort of hollow shell for a computerized mind

and of course, you were having trouble getting used to processing things at an abnormal speed

the amount of information in your environment sometimes gave you a nasty headache

so your family had to call in a specialized therapist

xiaojun is kind when he first meets you

he’s a little awkward in movement but he still smiles at you

and he’s genuine in the way he speaks

even you can tell him apart with your limited intuition

but you don’t talk to him - can’t talk to him even then

maybe you’re still afraid (with whatever remnants of fear left with you)

that the more you adjust to this, the more robotic you’ll feel

so the first three sessions you keep your mouth shut

but xiaojun doesn’t get exasperated with you, or groan or click his tongue

the simplicity of the room saves you a headache - the reality simulator of the room probably adjusts to the patient’s comfort

but honestly you wish you got one to get out of there

xiaojun is still kind, you think

he smiles when he asks you if you want to hear a song

you nod - whatever harm could a song do?

maybe it’s how he helps the other patients distract themselves from their sudden changes

and so he brings the guitar from the corner of the room

and plays you a song

it’s a sweet song at that, about gardenias and love

you want to hear it again, but you don’t want to speak

what if the voice that comes out is not your own?

so you settle for smiling at him and quietly appreciating the soft strumming of guitar

and at the end you thank him and leave

but on the fourth day, when he asks you a question you answer it

‘what’s your favorite fairy tale?’

‘it’s peter pan’ you answer without thinking

it wasn’t your favorite before the accident, but you’ve come to love it now

reading it over and over again, you’re sure the words are saved perfectly in your memory

especially when you have a computer for a brain

what would it be like to become a lost boy?

run away to a place where you felt freedom?

it’s one of the nicer thoughts you have, really

and to your surprise

you find yourself talking to him easily and freely

maybe it’s his warmth, maybe it’s how he smiles

maybe you just like being in his presence

even if he’s just a therapist for people who aren’t quite human anymore

and you feel happy

you didn’t think your new brain would give you the chance to feel that

in fact, you’re feeling things so much that you start to dread the end of the therapy sessions

you tell xiaojun what you feel after a lot of internal debating

‘í’m not stupid i just can’t think the same way anymore’

xiaojun looks up at you

‘i know that. that’s why you’re here‘

‘no, you don’t get it - i used to be someone who worked a lot, right? but i don’t wanna do that anymore! i want to be more free, and you know, do less’

xiaojun has his full focus on you like every day

but something feels different

‘that’s perfect then. you’ve identified your problem,,,and well, there’s nothing wrong if you want to sit back and rest‘

‘but- but my family needs me to work!’

‘you know they don’t. you’re being unreasonably harsh on yourself‘

‘because i’m not the same anymore!‘

xiaojun leans forward at the rise in your voice

‘everyone who walks in here have changed in some way or another. everyone who hasn’t come in here are also the same. people change. that’s what they do, right?‘

you stay quiet for a few moments and see a flicker of worry across xiaojun’s face

‘but i’m not a person anymore, right?’

he frowns

‘well you think and you feel. i think that’s enough to feel like a person’

‘i’m afraid i’ll stop feeling with this- this robot brain i have‘

xiaojun smiles again

‘but you’ve been feeling the past few weeks? and you’re feeling afraid now?’

you nod

‘then you’ve already proved your brain lets you feel’

he’s right, of course, you try to reason with yourself

‘but what if i just stop feeling again?’

‘then you’ll start feeling again too’

you start to think again

you’re still feeling now

fear is still the primitive feeling in your headspace

and maybe that’s what’s holding the humanity in you

you sigh and sit back

‘maybe if you try to let go of fear, you’ll have space for other feelings too’ xiaojun says with a smile ‘but that’s advice for everyone’

he checks the time on his watch and breathes out, signalling the session is over

but before you can leave, he comes and sits beside you

‘i know i’m your therapist, but can i speak to you as a friend for a moment?’

you’re a little taken aback but nod a yes nevertheless

‘when i was a kid, i had an accident too‘

you’re curious at the sudden words

‘and i had to get parts of my brain replaced‘

you look at him as he plays with his fingers

‘i decided to help people in an unbiased way, get them back on their feet‘

‘i didn’t feel for a very long time honestly. in fact, not until i met you. i felt understood after so long - and i wanted to thank you for it‘

‘since the sessions are ending, i just wanted you to know’

you feel a little embarrassed when xiaojun rubs his neck and awkwardly smiles at you

‘so if we’re friends, does that mean i can talk with you anytime?’ you ask with a shy smile

xiaojun smiles, warmth ever present

‘anytime‘

android!hendery

the moment the delivery bot dumps a fully functional android at your place, you know something’s wrong

‘i haven’t ordered this...gosh, i don’t even have the money!’

‘don’t worry. it’s already paid for.’

you knit your eyebrows together as you scan your finger over the delivery bot’s tablet and look at the giant box now in your living room

you walk around it, scrutinizing it when a note catches your eye

thought you might be bored of living alone, so here’s a cutie - xoxo, 10

what the fuck

ten really has nothing better to do huh

you immediately call him and his holographic image shows up on your living room in that damn posh suit

‘ten just what is this?’

‘huh?’

the look of feigned ignorance on his face pisses you off even more as you adjust your camera to focus on the box

‘that!’

‘oh it’s an android!! the latest from our labs’

‘and why is it here?’

‘it’s an early birthday present, darling’

you groan as a smirk makes its way onto his face

‘i mean he might be having the feature too but i’d have sent a sex droid if that’s wh-’

‘ten i will personally march into your office and slaughter you with every weapon possible if you continue talking’

he laughs at your repulsed expression for a good few seconds before standing up straight to face you

‘who’s gonna run the company if i die? besides, i personally helped with instructing for this one. i’m sure you’ll like him’

you sit on your couch and sigh

you definitely won’t if ten designed it

your best friend might be the ceo of a leading tech company but he’s still so annoyingly childish

‘well activate him! actually wait you know what i’ll do it myself cause you’re a prick’

‘ten no-’

there’s a sudden whir from the giant box sounding dreadfully like the booting up of a system and you stand up alarmed

‘oh wow it’s darker than i thought it would be oh boy.....and way more bubble wrap’

you freeze at the unknown voice

‘have fun, darling!’ ten says and disconnects after blowing a kiss at you

you groan and hesitantly make your way to the box which is surprisingly stagnant considering there’s a whole robot inside

your shaking hand presses the unpack button and inside stands a rather confused figure in standard android black, but it’s a hoodie and jeans instead of formal attire

with stretched and destroyed bubble wrap by his feet

but when he steps forward to greet you with a bright ‘hello!’ you swear it’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

you’re at a loss for words for a few seconds

before you remember you really don’t want anyone else running around your place

‘hi uh,,,,’

you read the tag on his hoodie

‘hendery. hi. uh. i don’t know how to say this but,,,,is there any chance you could be returned? like you could be with ten maybe?’

his smile drops to a sad frown

‘you don’t want me?’

‘no. i mean yes! no wait! it’s not like that i just don’t- i don’t know- i’ve never had an android before. yes, that’s it!’

you grimace internally at your own words

he’s just an android - he’s not a real person! why are you getting so nervous?

maybe it’s the look of a kicked puppy that’s all across his face right now

you sigh and decide far too hastily that you’ll keep him for a month

but you’ll talk to ten as soon as possible

‘um,,,,so like,,,,what do you do?’

‘you have to calibrate me with your bio readings!’ he says with a regained smile

‘uh what’

hendery raises an arm out and looks at you expectantly

‘give me your hand. only if you want. since i’m your personal android, i have to do this, you see?’

you look at him quizzically but give him your hand nonetheless

he clasps it with both his hands and goes still for a few seconds

you’re about to freak out when he moves again, the same polite smile on his face

‘my sensors are pretty accurate, but i think a saliva sample would’ve been more helpful for analyzing your dna’

‘i’m sorry? what?’

he presses his index finger against his lips to think (or pretend to think? do androids think like that?)

‘your permission for a kiss will get me the sample?’

you swear the smile on his face turns devilish as he winks

you step back with a glower trying to sputter out a response while he breaks into laughter

did ten include flirting in hendery’s code?

oh you are so going to kill him

‘that was a joke!’

you scramble back to your room with one last glare at hendery when he starts following you

‘did i say something wrong?’ he asks, the innocence on his face surely fake

it’s weird how your days adjust to hendery’s presence in them

he’s helpful, yes, but he’s also programmed with an annoying sense of humor

no, his jokes are not funny, you convince yourself every time you find yourself almost grinning

he’ll do what you ask him to do if you ask nicely

and he’s a little protective perhaps

he never lets you go out without the companion band, which transmits location and biological data to him

it makes you feel safer in your neighborhood if you’re being honest

but of course, all of that is in his code

he could be modeled after ten for all you know with the way he gets on your nerves

but something about him is not like other androids - he’s a companionship android but you’ve never seen one so human

it’s unnerving to think he’s not human

only sometimes is he a little snarky with you

because apparently he’s programmed with common nineteen year old adult behaviors

and all that’s well and good but

the thing with hendery is that

he never

stops

talking

anything and everything - he just shoots off at the mouth

here you were thinking androids were made to be emotionless and fully catered to their user

but it’s his experiences hendery loves to talk about

what he feels when he sees things for the first time

and maybe it’s because you’ve been so used to living alone

that the lively talk gets too much sometimes

‘hendery! just,,,,please stop,,,talking’

you massage your forehead trying to figure out the answers to the latest problems your professor just posted

when you turn to look at him, he’s staring at you with big doe eyes and you’re already starting to feel bad

‘i’m just,,,,not used to another person being here’ you explain

‘oh but i’m not a person!’

you frown at the nonchalant expression on his face

right. he’s right

not a person

but it doesn’t sit well with you as you get up to sit beside hendery

he’s not a person maybe, but he’s treated you nicer than anyone you know

‘i’m sorry. for snapping at you. and not welcoming you here.’

‘that’s okay. i’m an andr-’

‘no, no that’s not reason enough. i know it’s your code and i should thank ten, but thank you for being here with me.’

hendery smiles, and you wonder who put the twinkling lights in his eyes

‘i didn’t think i’d ever be treated as a person’ he says

‘even if i’m intelligent enough to learn and feel’

you smile at him, it’s all you can do to reassure him

‘thank you’ he mumbles as he wraps his arms around you, a warm scent engulfing you

when he pulls away, his bright grin falls to a sudden frown

‘your data said you like warm hugs!! why are you so red and panicked?’ he asks, worried

your heart beats faster at his words and you scowl

gods he’s stupid for the latest AI

he presses all his fingers against your cheeks and furrows his eyebrows

‘your surface temperature isn’t right!’

he presses two fingers against your neck

‘neither is your pulse! i need to do a scan- oh’

his face breaks into a cheeky grin

‘don’t say it’ you glare

‘i wonder why you’re flustered,,,,,hmm’

‘hendery i will ship you back to ten’

he pouts and you throw your head back and laugh

you’ll be keeping hendery around for longer than a month after all

alien!yangyang

when you see the building suddenly collapsing a few blocks ahead of you, you think ‘shit this is it this is how i die fuck fuck fuck-’

you certainly did not expect to wake up in a weird room lit by dim blue lights, or even wake up at all

and the first thing you see is a boy at the corner, hugging his knees and dozing off against the leg of the bunk bed

you sit up on the bed, your head still feeling fuzzy and dangerously close to shutting down altogether

you steady yourself, and try taking in your surroundings

the walls are probably white, but they appear blue under the lights - in fact pretty much everything in the room is white that way

however, one of the walls seems to be a giant mirror, and you stare back at a very dazed version of you

even your clothes are white, you look unhealthily pale, a little skinnier and your hair is a mess

‘how long have i been here?’ you think

you absentmindedly get off the bed to walk towards the mirror, and that wakes up the boy with a start

he looks surprised for a moment to see you there, but it quickly turns into excitement as he rushes towards you

you register light brown hair and warm eyes, and a giant smile

but barely because your brain is still mush

‘omg are you real wait a minute are you really human??’

you’re suddenly bombarded with a lot of questions your weakened state can��t answer

and you find yourself getting a headache, to which he appears really confused

‘if i had my watch right now, i’d know what’s wrong with you ://’

‘i,,,,ow,,,,my head hurts,,,,,,stop talking’

‘oh,,,,’

you gaze incredulously at the boy - has he never heard of a headache before?

‘aren’t headaches eradicated yet on earth?’

he looks so genuinely curious that the mystery of everything around you just worsens your headache

you just continue staring with a ‘huh??’

he suddenly looks startled before looking back at you

‘i’m so sorry for my manners!! my name is yangyang. what’s yours?’

you look blank trying to register his words but manage to respond with your name

‘you don’t look too good,,,,,’

you almost snap with a ‘yeah no shit genius’ when the giant mirrors part and two people walk in wearing thick black suits and a black helmet

you can’t see their faces and they carry a weird looking item that remotely resembles a gun

but the moment the doors open, your headache suddenly resides and you take in a large gulp of air

‘step forward’ one the guards demand, pointing the gun-like device towards you

you jump up in panic, and take a step forward when yangyang grabs your arm

‘they’re not going anywhere till you answer us’ he says, pursing his lips

‘we are not obligated to answer you.’

yangyang frowns but continues nonetheless ‘well,,,,’

he suddenly wraps an arm around your neck and bends it at an uncomfortable angle while pinning your struggling arms together with his other hand

‘you better take me to the commander of this ship unless you want their neck snapped in half’

the guards take a step towards you but increased pressure on your neck causes them to stop

they hesitate before agreeing and yangyang holds you close to him as you both follow one of the guards while the other stays behind you

you take a few turns like this before yangyang lets go of you subtly and kicks the guard behind in the chest and grabs their gun while they’re still in shock

when the front one turns to react, yangyang shoots without thinking and a beam appears knocking them unconscious

‘this does that?’ yangyang scratches his head before dropping the gun

you stare at him frozen but stumble backwards when he walks towards you

‘where are you going?? i’m not gonna hurt you!’ he defends

‘oh yeah? it didn’t look that way when you were ready to choke me to death!!’

‘that was just to get out! you’re obviously important for them to not have killed you and chucked you in with me’

‘and who are you?’

‘uhhh’

yangyang looks away at the doors sliding open at the other end and a look of panic temporarily crosses his face before he looks back at you with pleading eyes

‘please come with me. we don’t have much time’ he rushes

you look confused and worried at the same time, running over the options you have and their possible outcomes

‘it’s either me or them’ he points towards the guards who have a slightly modified version of the previous guns you saw

and in a split second

you choose yangyang

you don’t remember exactly what happens next - there’s a lot of running involved and the rush of adrenaline, and a lot of dodging deadly laser beams aimed at you

and by the end, you’re sitting in a rather small spacepod with yangyang frantically analyzing the buttons before the pod finally takes off with some clicks and whirs

yangyang sighs in relief when the thing accelerates, almost grinning like an idiot when your surroundings change to a blur

you look at him quizzically and he shrugs - ‘what? i like the speed’

and when it finally slows down, you’re in some remote corner of the universe with a complete stranger, and not sure if you’ll ever get home

‘uh,,,yangyang,,,do you wanna explain everything now?’

yangyang hesitates at first but begins anyway

and you’re dizzy with the sudden influx of all the new information but it also excites you

‘,,,so you’re the prince,,,,,,of a whole planet,,,’ you repeat

yangyang nods, suddenly a little shy

times are hard for your neighboring galaxy, he tells you, after one of the more military advanced planets declared war on the others in an attempt to conquer the entire galaxy

and if they wanted to move onto earth too, it’s major trouble

the ship you both were on was just a spy ship, which means they’re just exploring earth and not setting conquest on it just yet

and you were probably a main test subject

however, he says he has full faith in the alliance between the three ruling planets of his galaxy and hopefully, this war will be the last

yangyang, in the meantime, was supposed to not get kidnapped but,,,,well,,,,,that happened

and now he’s not sure it’s safe to go back to his planet

you stay quiet for a bit before an idea strikes you

‘wanna visit earth?’ you ask

yangyang’s eyes light up as he turns to you

‘really? you’ll show me around?’

‘well, i can’t promise every place,,,but definitely around my city,,,’

and yangyang smiles the brightest of smiles at you, before turning to the controls and punching in earth’s coordinates

you grin back at him, dizzy with a sense of adventure

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authorofdanger · 5 years ago

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Reason Of Survival Part 1

Genre:Angst

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, kidnapping, and death.

Stray Kids Mafia AU

My breathing was ragged as I took another blow to my chest. It was another losing fight for me this week but what was the point in winning? Another day having the shit beaten out of me? To possibly having a full meal once a day and two smaller ones to try to motivate me more? Some clean water? A fucking shower? I dont have a good reason to keep fighting so I kept taking all the hits from my opponent. It felt like hours before I was on the ground with a broken wrist, fractured nose, bloodied face, cracked ribs, and bruises littering my entire body. It's not the worst I have endured in a fight but it's not my best either.

I was tossed back into my cell like a piece of meat and I could barely let out a cry from the pain of the impact. My hair was pulled up harshly which forced me to look my boss in his eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you? You were my top fighter for years and now you cant even win a single fight! And for what? Some cell mate you had for only a few months? Pathetic." My cell mate, Libby, died last week after losing her tenth fight. Boss decided she was no longer useful and.... well you can guess from there. She was my only friend in this hell hole and the only person I wasn't forced to fight. We took care of eachother and became eachothers motivation to keep going and keep winning. At this rate I'm not too far from joining her.

"I'm warning you. Either start winning or I will find better use for you," he warned before releasing my sore scalp and slamming my cell door shut. I crawled over to my personal first aid kit and cleaned myself up the best I could without water or a mirror. My wrist was going to have to wait until my weekly body check from my cell section's nurse. Leaning against the cool concrete wall I listened to the fights continuing the floor above me so I could have an idea of which cells would need to be cleared tonight.

*****

"Let me fucking go," a voice boomed down the hall which ripped my attention away from the fight. I glanced over through the bars and saw a boy being dragged this way by two guards. He looked young, possibly still a teen, but he was well built and looked to be a perfect candidate in the ring. His red hair was messy on top of his head and his clothes were ripped and bloody. He had to be new though because if he wasn't I'm sure I would have fought him by now. I pulled my legs to my chest to make myself small as the three of them stopped in front of my cell and the boy was tossed inside with me and locked in. "I swear to God your going to regret that when my team gets here," he yelled but the guards only laughed before leaving the hall.

I kept silent as I watched him curiously. Nobody in their right mind speaks to the guards like that unless you are a top fighter. A boy like him could get killed here and the boss wouldn't even bat an eye. He ran his hand through his hair before turning around and jumping at the sight of me. I relaxed my legs a bit when I saw all of the violence in his eyes be replaced with concern. "Are you okay," he asked. I let out a small painful laugh. "You're kidding right?" His eyes scanned around my body and stopped when it hit my wrist. "Its not nice to stare you know," I scoffed before shutting my eyes and leaning my head back, "you a new fighter or something?"

"Prisoner. I was captured while on a mission with my team." Prisoner? We dont have prisoners. We have fighters, sex workers, and the guards but not prisoners. "So a fighter? You look too innocent to be a guard and the boss doesn't typically want a baby faced male sex worker." My eyes shot back open in fear as I felt a hand gently grab my wrist but I didnt pull away. "I can wrap this. It might help." Without an answer he had a hold of my first aid kit and made a good makeshift cast. The entire time I kept my eyes on his face which held a sense of focus and care that kept me calm most of the time of contact. "You know it's not nice to stare," he mocked while finishing up. I rolled my eyes but chose to ignore his comment.

"What's your name?" "Y/N. Yours," I asked as he put up the kit. "Jeongin. How long have you been here?" To be honest I'm not too sure. One day I just woke up in this cell with no recollection of my past and I've been here ever since. "Years," was the easiest answer I could give him. I could see his shoulders tense up a bit but his face remained calm and held little emotion. It's odd seeing a newbie so relaxed after being brought in. Normally they would be screaming, fighting, and finding any way to escape. Jeongin on the other hand seems to accept his fate or maybe he has a plan that is bound to fail, either way it's too hard for me to read him quite yet.

"How old are you? I'm seventeen," he asked. He was probably trying to relax any fears I have of him and truth be told it was working but seventeen? And he was talking about a team and he is holding himself together? Something isnt quite right about him but how can I judge in a place like this. "I dont really know anymore. The boss has a file on me somewhere but I had a serious head injury a while back and all I remember is my name and a few scattered memories here and there. It's all a bit of a blur. Hey you said something about a team right?" His eyes shined at the question. Whoever this team is he must hold a good amount of fondness to them. "They're like brothers to me. There are nine of us in total and we run a pretty well known mafia group if I do say so myself. It's a tough job but it gives us all the thrill we have craved since birth. I'm their hacker, I can crack any passcode and hack any electronic device in minutes. Been doing it since I was about fifteen." His hopeful look dimmed as he trailed into a deep thought.

"I wonder if they know where I am." Against my better judgement I reached my hand out for him and led him to sit beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. I dont quite understand what he is feeling right now but I have a good idea. "I wont let anything happen to you Jeongin. Your brothers are coming and they will get you out of here, until then I promise I will keep you alive." Now the question was how was I going to do that? How was I going to protect another person when I can barely protect myself?

*****

The next morning we were woken up by the sounds of sobs and screaming, the usual sounds the morning after fighting matches. Today is the day where cellmates discover that their best friends, lovers, and family members are gone. Today is also the day where if we have any weak links we either move them to the sex worker section or they get killed off. It's always hard to hear no matter how long you have been here and I feel that these sounds will haunt me until the day I die. "What's happening," Jeongin whispered as I watched people being ripped from their cells and new people being added. "They're cleaning out cells. Removing weak links, adding new people, and moving people around. Dont think to much about it." He only nodded his head before taking his body weight off of me and looked around. He mentioned before that he was in the mafia, shouldn't this not bother him at all? "There's kids here too?" Does he expect the boss to have morals? If they can be of any use he will keep them. "Some were born here and some were taken. Again dont think to much into this stuff. It only adds to the depression." He turned his head and looked at me with an unreadable glare. "I'm going to get you out of here," he said more to himself but I only gave him a small smile before fear rose in my chest. I quickly got up and pushed him behind me as the boss opened my cell and slightly chuckled at my protectiveness.

"Well looks who is finally up and moving again," he said darkly while pulling a remote out of his suit pants pocket. I prepared myself for the electric shocks that were about to hit me through my shock collar but refused to stand down, he is testing me I know it. "So I see you have gotten to know our new little addition. I figured he would bring something out in you." I ticked my eyebrow up at him and listened carefully at every single word he was saying and being prepared for any questions he may ask. "I was thinking of adding him to this unit but maybe he would be better as-" "You wont take him," I interrupted boldly, "you want me to win then fine but you cant have him." I know his games and he has done things similar before. He wants his best fighter to win him big bucks in the ring and this is a sick way of doing it. A grin found it's way on his lips as he pressed the button on the remote, nearly bringing me to my knees if Jeongin didnt grab me by the waist to hold me up.

"How about we make a little deal then pet," he laughed before turning off the collar, "as long as you keep winning in the ring he doesnt have to even lift a finger. You continue your little stunt and your losing streak then I trade you two out. Maybe he can do better then you." Jeongin's grip on me tightened and he whispered in my ear "I can handle this. Dont do it." Closing my eyes and shaking my head I felt like there wasn't much of a choice. If I can help it I dont want anyone else in that ring even if it means I have to work myself to death. "He wont be in the ring? Or a part of the sex group," I asked as bravely as I could. "No. You will take up any and all of his jobs I would have pinned him to do. His whole life will depend on your actions." Could I handle that? The extra fights, possibly be in the sex ring as well, any and everything he would have to go through plus my own schedule? "Deal."

*****

"You didnt have to do that," Jeongin sighed while cleaning the dried blood off my face and body since we got our cleaning bucket. "You dont want to be out there. I've been doing this long enough to know what to expect. You just have to trust me on this." I let in a sharp inhale as the soaked rag swiped over my nose which definitely was broken. He mumbled out a few apologies but continued on until most of the blood was off of me and in the bucket. "We should be getting showers tonight for the selections," I explained as he examined the bruises and other various injuries I had. "Selections?"

"Other bosses from other districts come and decide who they want to pin against their own fighters. They also discuss which prize they want if they win. Sometimes its money and sometimes it's the losing fighter. Most of the others here I had fought at one time or another and my boss claimed. I could be fighting about four fighters if I'm lucky in the next three days."

"You call that lucky?" "Lucky as in minimum. Usually on my own I get between two or three and now that I add on your count," I began but stopped myself. I dont need him feeling bad about something that isnt his fault. "You wont be fighting. Chan and the others will find us by then," he assured quietly after a guard passed our cell. I could only give him an assuring smile. How long will it be before he gives up hope? I've been here for years and after a few months I gave up on the thought of escape. Once you end up in a cell there is no leaving, you are no longer a human in a sense but like an animal. Nobody really cares about you as a person anymore and you might as well be erased from the outside world.

"I bet Seungmin has already tracked my location by now," he added "and Chan is probably calling either Sungjin or JB! Oh or Woojin could be calling Jungwoo! It would be a mess if all of NCT came you know," he continued. At some point I zoned out of what he was saying so I myself wouldn't get my hopes up. I thought back to Libby and how right now she would be playing with my hair or how she would be trying to learn fighting strategies from me. Maybe she would have punched Jeongin in the face by now because of his optimism levels, she never was one to see the glass half full.

"Are you even listening to me," he chuckled which pulled me back to the present. "Kinda. Hey Jeongin can we not talk about escaping right now? Maybe you can tell me more about your friends in general?" As if he understood what I was getting at he nodded his head and began to ramble on about all the adventures he has been on through the years. Though he may be a little too hopeful and cheerful he is the perfect amount of light for this dark situation, and in my mind I vow to never let anything happen to him.

Even if it kills me.

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heir-of-the-founders · 5 years ago

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I dont give a fuck anymore jesus christ i need yall to see this

youtube

Asdfghjkl its so hard to explain the amount of fucking hypocrisy in this video jesus.

Dont let the cleanliness fool you. Its a shithole.

The gym doesnt have an ac system but we can afford a giant (and by giant i mean ive never seen one this size before) touchscreen tv next to the auditorium and to have the 30 (that's not an exaggeration) tvs playing the fucking school news 7 times an hour every hour (they gloat about it but also gloat that we're the most watched student news in the state)(like no dip dumb dumb you play it 4800 times a damn day) and decals on the stairs and to completely revamp the auditorium.

They also cant be bothered to actually clean the fucking music wing. Theres these weird box couch things in there. Someone spilled a drink behind one. It took them a month AND being notified by other teachers bc students literally cant get a hold of janitorial at all ever. Fuck, freshman year a bird got inside and fucking died on the stairwell. Took 2 hours for the bird to be gone and 2 fucking weeks for the blood to be cleaned up. There was literally fucking blood on the windows and floor. Someone put notebook paper down so we didnt get blood on our shoes.

Oh! And when the band teacher mr swenson left he got replaced with henson and instead of giving him a new plaque they literally just taped an h over the sw with printer paper.

The head of the school board for my county literally got caught using the school credit card to go to hooters and buy alchohol but i guess nobody reported him bc that was freshman year and im a sr now and hes still head of the board.

Also, a few years ago (maybe it was only last yr i dont remember) during the march for our lives thing, a girl was organizing a protest and the hicks (for the people who dont know, those are the people that like,, kin the south. They literally wear plaid button ups and tuck their shirts into their too high jeans with giant belt buckles and wear cowboy boots and have confederate flags on their trucks, its ridiculous) the hicks literally kicked her and pushed her and spit on her in the halls for so long and it was so bad that she ended up not coming to school for like two weeks. But nobody got in trouble even though we have cameras literally everywhere.

My math teacher doesnt have a math degree. Well, shes not my math teacher anymore but like. She admitted to our class that she has no idea what shes doing. She yells at kids when they correct her. I literally transferred from algebra 2 to the algebra 2/ trigonometry mixed course in the middle of the year because it was taught by a different teacher and it made more fucking sense.

My english teacher sophomore year didnt have an english degree. He had a math degree. He also taught statistics. But that course was dropped when he retired jr yr. We literally didnt even read anything the whole thing was bullshit. He also had us say ubuntu (taken from wiki- Ubuntu (Zulu pronunciation: [ùɓúntʼù]) is a Nguni Bantu term meaning "humanity." It is often translated as "I am because we are," ) every day before class. it was weird.

Also the theater heads (the special ed teacher and 2 sports coaches) would like constantly yell at the theater kids to not bring any food or drink into the theater bc of like mice and shit but would then eat a pizza and drink coffee

Oh! Speaking of mice. The STEM classroom had this weird ass ceiling where it was like a platform of tiles hanging from the real ceiling and like it wasnt over the whole thing and we had a mouse problem in the school and sometimes the mice would get up there and sometimes you could hear them crawling around in the middle of class. There were also just like. Mouse traps. All over a lot of rooms.

One of the english rooms had a window thats inside and faces under a stairwell.

Oh and all that glass? Yeah, theres more and none of its bulletproof.

The pe teacher has a record of calling students whores and telling them theyre not going anywhere in life in front of the entire class bc the student didnt bring pe clothes. Its happened to both of my sisters and also a few friends. Ive seen it happen too. Amongst other things. Also, her office connects to the girls changing room and theres a window into it? And like the window is kinda covered up but with this weird material that has holes all over it. I dunno its just really creepy.

And like i guess last year the special ed teacher (one of the theater heads) got caught cheating on her husband (the freshman spanish teacher) with the (recently) retired freshman american history teacher. Mr s (the husband) and mr b (the side hoe) had rooms across from eachother. And now mrs s lives in Florida and mr s is just. Gone.

The excel head (like the head of the gifted kids program i guess?) Broke one of the 3d printers bc she was messing with it and then blamed it on a student and got the entire excel programs 3d printer privileges revoked. They even caught it in camera and she didnt get in trouble.

Sophomore year everyone called the science teacher daddy to the point that he just left.

The school has 3 elevators (required by law) and theyre kinda fucked up but i didnt realise it until i started using them regularly. First, there is a single thing in one if the elevators that says the last time they were inspected was 2014. Theres the main building elevator, the freshman building elevator, and the okd elevator, which is the only one that goes to the 3rd floor.

The old elevator is like. Really old. Like. Its manual. And you can touch the walls of the elevator shaft when yr moving. Also like. One half of the elevator just. Isnt covered. You also need a key to operate it and they dont give the keys out to the students so you either need to talk to the nurse before hand (and she always forgets) or try to find a janitor. Which. Only way to the 3rd floor. Elevator wise anyway. Which sucked wheb i had win time (like a mandatory study hall where you sign up for different teachers every day depending on 'What I Need', hence the name) on the 3rd floor bc sometimes mandatory stuff was scheduled up there. Which. Yay.

And the freshman building elevator fuckin,, it fuckin shakes. Like. Just. Its like turbulence. Its terrifying and ive genuinely thought i was about to die a few times.

People also use the elevators to vape bc the only one you need an adult for is the old one. This is evident by the smell.

Thats all that i can think of atm bc its 3am and i might delete this later but yea fuck my school

#Youtube

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valiisthea · 5 years ago

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@brokenspaceprince -- AND ANYONE ELSE WANTING TO VISIT GALAXY’S EDGE IN DISNEY WORLD (FLORIDA).

So I dont have a ton of super duper helpful information, just because I went there September 1-7th which was when Dorian was scheduled to hit Orlando. Of course, it never did. All we got was one night of rain. HOWEVER, thousands of people canceled their trips in fear. The parks were EMPTY. And I mean, EMPTY. So I don’t have any valuable data on crowd control or accurate wait times for Smuggler’s Run.

As it currently stands, Hollywood Studios is opening at 6am every morning (I think only until the end of Sept 2019) for people who are staying on property. My friend and I went September 2 and September 6th, and we got there at 6:30 am each time. One time, the wait was 40 mins for the ride, another was 20. We actually rode it about three times when the wait had gone back down to 30 one of the days. However, I HIGHLY URGE YOU DOWNLOAD THE DISNEY PARKS APP AND ADD YOUR DISNEY EXPERIENCE TO IT. THIS APP HAS THE WAIT TIMES FOR THE ATTRACTIONS ALL OVER THE PARKS. YOU CAN DOWNLOAD IT NOW AND KEEP AN EYE ON SMUGGLER’S RUN FROM HOME!!!!! I look at it every day to see if it gains more attention.

I’ve seen the wait times hit 80, 90, and 120. And that was with an EMPTY park. So just keep your eyes peeled. I do NOT know when they will open fast passes for the Galaxy’s Edge Attractions. AT this time, Rise of the Resistance is NOT currently open. I think it opens next month, so I can’t review that.

Smuggler’s run was good. It’s a mix between Star Tours (in Hollywood Studios outside of GE) and Mission: Space (Epcot). You have buttons to push to complete certain actions that happen during your flight. They will light up when you need to press them. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy a highly immersive flight inside the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. I loved it, but it wasn’t quite as cool as I thought it would be. Not to worry, it was still AMAZING. The queue line is very decorative and hilarious. You won’t be bored waiting in line. Also, right before you’re ushered into the Falcon to fly it, you will come to a very memorable location upon the Falcon that I will show you in my photos below B)

The blue milk is tastier than the green milk, but they’re both delicious. You can get them alcoholic or non alcoholic and they are DAIRY FREE. They are almost like a slushie, but they use plant dairy instead of animal dairy so it shouldn’t upset anyone unless you have specific allergies. Very inclusive of Disney, I was impressed. Get the milk, you won’t be disappointed. Also, Galaxy’s Edge had only been open 2 days before Mecca and I got there -- so lots of cast members were asking us what our favorite flavors were when they saw us holding milk!

Chewbacca, Rey, First Order officers and Storm Troopers walk around randomly. I’ve heard Kylo does too, but I never saw him. Rey stops and takes pictures and interacts with guests. Chewie doesn’t do photo ops (but there is a spot to meet Chewie, BB8, and Vader at the Launching Pad not too far outside of GE in Hollywood Studios). Chewie recruits kids for a “special mission” which is really adorable. I won’t spoil that for you. The FO officers and the Storm Troopers have very limited photo op time. They’re really performing, so it’s hard for them to take photos. Try to just enjoy them without bugging them for photos.

Droid Depot is amazing. There, you can assemble your own BB-Unit or R2-Unit. It costs 99 dollars. The droids, as far as I know, are remote controlled and you can purchase a personality chip for them to beep and boop at you. They come in all sorts of colors so they’re highly customizable. You pull parts off of a conveyor belt and assemble the droid yourself. If you just want Droid Merch (which I did) you can also just look at the shop. It has merchandise with all sorts of droids on them!

ALSO, here is where you can meet the life-like, 25 thousand dollar R2D2 by the registers!!!! He is AMAZING. You MUST stop in the droid depot, if only to meet R2. He is fantastic. He followed Mecca and I around the store while we shopped and made conversation with us. He will beep back at you if you talk to him, he will react if you say certain things to him. Mecca told him he was her favorite, and he shrieked and spun in a circle. Very adorable and interactive. Definitely go meet him.

There is also a spot where you can build your own lightsaber. I did not go in there because it is 200 dollars to do so and I did not want to tempt myself. The sabers look amazing though, I saw multiple people with them around the parks.

There are two places to eat as far as I know. One is more “quick service” and the other is a restaurant. We did not eat at either place because we are picky eaters and we also went at 630 am - not a great time for dinner LOL.

Both of these eateries looked amazing and interactive. They were empty, of course, but I KNOW that when normal park crowding resumes, you WILL NEED A RESERVATION TO GET INTO THESE PLACES. YOU CAN MAKE DINING RESERVATIONS MONTHS IN ADVANCE TO YOUR TRIP. DISNEY IS VERY ACCOMODATING TO ALLERGIES SO PUT ANY ALLERGIES ON YOUR RESERVATION. MAKE. RESERVATIONS.

That being said, I’m not sure when Fast Pass will become available for the rides, but IF YOU STAY ON PROPERTY YOU CAN ALSO SELECT FAST PASSES MONTHS IN ADVANCE. DO THIS. I CANNOT STRESS IT ENOUGH.

Aside from those hot spots, there is a market place that has TONS of little shops inside of it. We did not stop at every single shop so I cannot tell you what specifically each store sold. I know one shop sold all sorts of critters!!!!! From the SW movies new and old. There is a first order shop if you’re with the first order, and there is a resistance shop. There are some outposts with resistance merch too!

The decor of the place is phenomenal. You really feel like you’ve stepped onto another planet. You are ON BATUU when you are there. Fully. The cast members even speak to you as such, and so does Rey when you meet her! It’s 600000% immersive even for Mecca and I, as adults. Imagine what it will be like for kids!

There are lots of places to obtain FREE WATER all over Galaxy’s Edge - and the Coke stands sell Coke bottles shaped like Thermal Detonators!!! They’re super cute and such a novelty. Be prepared to spend a lot of money for that coke, though. IT’s like a 7 dollar coke just because of the bottle.

Oh, also, they speak in SW lingo while you’re there. My apologies, it will be seven CREDITS, not seven dollars.

All in all, it was truly an amazing experience that I would highly recommend to anyone and everyone. I will be returning in July 2020 so I will get to review Rise of the Resistance then since it will be open. I will also review anything that might be new (character encounters and such) between now and then.

SIDE NOTES: Hollywood Studios still has Star Tours. It is OUTSIDE Of Galaxy’s Edge and it has been UPDATED to include TFA and TLJ characters! It’s randomized, so you still may encounter some older characters as well! The Jedi Training still happens RIGHT ALONGSIDE of Star Tours and it now includes Kylo Ren (which I think has been there for quite some time now). Little tiny Jedi’s get to go toe to toe with Ren and Vader. It’s adorable.

The Launching Pad is over by Voyage of the Little Mermaid. Here, you will meet Chewbacca, BB-8 (yes, hes interactive. you may speak to him and he will speak back, and the cast members will translate for you. very cute), and Darth Vader. We met all of them and had glorious experiences. Very well done. There are also some shops at the end of the encounters here.

AND SPECIFICALLY FOR @brokenspaceprince WHO ASKED ABOUT TRANSPORT FROM THE ORLANDO AIRPORT TO THE RESORTS - yes, the magical express still operates. You HAVE to be staying at a DISNEY RESORT on Property though, or it will not take you to your hotel. It’s fantastic. The Orlando airport as a whole is a great airport. You can’t get lost.

ANYWAY, THATS ALL I HAVE FOR RIGHT NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK THEM AND I WILL TRY AND BE AS HELPFUL AS POSSIBLE. NOT ONLY FOR GALAXY’S EDGE - BUT FOR ANYTHING DISNEY RELATED.

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kweebtrash · 6 years ago

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Nights in White Satin (M)

Pairing(s): Kino, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Hui x Reader. This one is Kino focused

Genre: SMUT AF, College AU

Summary: Sexual Liberation Pt 8. First person POV, heavy characterization of reader. just a bunch of smutty goodness in college.

Warnings: there’s a lot of sex over the course of the series. In this chapter, double kino sexy time, fuckboy/tsundere kinda Kino (but we all knew this),phone sex, squirting, masturbation, hearing kino moan, i literally have this kink with rings i’m so sorry yall have to experience this but please bare with me, creampies, wet and rainy, hair pulling, choking, car sex

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I flipflop between stage names and real names. Sometimes the formatting can be weird between mobile and desktop:/ Italics mean memories/past events and thoughts. In this one specifically it’s thoughts, a voicemail, and a fantasy. This one took me forever as well and it’s a freaking honker so get ready. but there is double the pleasure with this one.

Sexual Liberation Masterlist

Fic Inspo (Please listen to all these songs, they go along so well with this fic lmao)

Backseat-JYJ

Wet- Jooyoung (THIS ENTIRE MV YALL)

Nights in White Satin- The Relentless (yes this lowkey became a songfic shutup and this one is like the important one clearly because it’s the title lmao)

Hyuna fucked me against the window of the hotel room. Hui fucked me on the balcony. Hyojong fucked me in the hottub. And we had all somehow fucked each other in the giant shower stall without anyone slipping and sliding to their doom. To say that i was exhausted was an understatement. I was just a walking corpse, drained of any feeling and energy (or cum). Sunday morning we bid Hyuna goodbye before she got on her private jet. She cried a bit when she had to leave Hyojong and he spent several minutes reassuring her. It was really sweet. They seemed perfect for each other. I squeezed Hui's hand as i watched. I was being a bit of a glutton for punishment at this point.

She said goodbye to us next, a little bit faster since her plane was scheduled to leave soon. Hui and I received a kiss and a hug each and a promise that she would be back soon. We watched as her car drove off, leaving us to drag our luggages to the train station and endure the ride back home. We all slept on the train but it didn't even feel like enough. The three of us were still shuffling around wordlessly until we finally collapsed in the dorm. I flopped onto Hui's bed and didn't move. He flopped beside me, joining me in my feeling like we were hit by a bus. If we had larger beds, Hyojong would have slept with us too but he stayed in his own room for the time being. Being asleep felt like a comforting void close to death but not exactly there yet. I wanted to stay in this limbo forever.

I was shaken awake aggressively and yanked out of my blissful coma. “WHAT?!” i rasped

“Get up. Class starts in 15 minutes.” Hui said. His voice sounded as bad as mine and he still looked like a truck had run him over. I looked at the window that was pouring in light through the blinds. It was the next morning but i felt like i had only slept for a few hours. I think it was about 15 though.

“Fuck…” I got up and tossed off the clothes I had slept in and pulled out an outfit i had packed for the trip but hadn't worn. “Can i borrow a hoodie?”

Hui yawned as he pulled one out of his closet and handed it to me. I threw it on and tied my hair up in a knotted mess of a bun. “Fuck…” I said again, now realizing that i didn't have my backpack. “I don't have anything to take notes with.”

Hui grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me. “Who cares? If we didn't get points taken off for attendance we wouldn't be going to this dumb class. Just borrow my notebook.” He walked out of his room and banged on Hyojong's door.

I grabbed Hui's backpack and went out to the living room area. Kino came out his room and stopped when he saw me. “When did you get-shit. What happened to you?”

I glared at him. “Kino, i'm really not in the mood.” My voice cracked.

“You look horrible.” He glanced over at Hui who was pulling Hyojong out of his room by his shirt. Hyojong didn't even look like he could function at all. “What did you guys do??”

“What didn't we do is the better question.” Hui answered. He got a bottle of Listerine and took a shot of it before handing it to me. I did the same and passed it to Hyojong, none of us actually having any time to thoroughly brush our teeth. Now we only had 10 minutes to get to class on legs that were too sore to move.

Kino's mouth stood agape for a moment but he didn't dare ask any other questions. We all walked to our Music Theory class and sat wayyyy in the back trying to hide from the prying eyes of teacher and students. Kino kept giving us the once over, finding new marks to pick out and make suspicions about. All hell basically broke loose when Jisoo arrived. She wanted to question everything that happened and wondered why the Trio of Doom had their new found seats beside me. I flopped onto the desk, the sound of everyone's voice drilling into my skull. “We fucked. A lot. A lot, a lot. We're tired and i'd rather be dead than here. And when my voice doesn't sound like a prepubescent boy I will tell you everything. For now, please shut up.”

Jisoo snapped her mouth shut and crossed her arms, staring at the presentation down in front, angrily. I spent the rest of class pretending that I was paying attention when in reality I was basically sleeping with my eyes open. It took about two more days to fully recover enough stamina. Classes were kicking my ass in full gear so I didn't have any more time to waste as midterms were in a few weeks. I had eventually sat Jisoo down to talk about what happened. I opened with, “So, i'm bi.” which earned me a loud screech from Jisoo.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re bi? What the hell happened on that trip? What kind of sex did you have???” She paced the length of her bedroom as she tried to wrap her head around what I was saying. I laid back on her bed and answered a text from Hui.

“Well let’s see...Hyojong got me vibrating panties and somehow got me to put them on without me noticing and he turned them on in the damn train station. Then I found out he brought sex toys and to get back at him I fucked him with a strap on. Then i found out he had a girlfriend-”

“WHAT?!”

“Hold on, it gets better. So his girlfriend is totally okay with me fucking Hyojong and we basically fucked the entire weekend. I got deepthroated like 7 times which is why I sounded like a croaking frog. And Hui is L O U D so he sounded terrible too. I was handcuffed and spread every which way so my body just gave out on me.”

Jisoo stared at me for a long while. “What even is your life….”

“You’re telling me. Fuck if I know. I just need my voice to recover so I can make up my stupid vocal lesson. At least that paper for Music Theory is out of my hair.” I sighed and looked at my phone again as I got another notification.

“You are...is this your life now? Is this just what you’re going to do for the rest of college?” Jisoo asked.

I sat up and looked at her, confused by what she meant. “What do you mean exactly?”

“Like are you just going to focus all your energy into becoming obsessed with fucking these guys?”

“Jisoo, all my energy isn’t going into them. My grades are still good and I’m working hard on all my practices. I danced through my pain and I still have blisters on my feet from practicing all day yesterday. Just because I’m involved with them doesn’t mean they’re going to get in the way of my dreams.”

“What happens when you start having feelings for them? Then what? They’re going to go back to Korea and Hyojong isn’t even going to think about you since he has a girlfriend!”

I got up quickly. “Why are you acting like this? It’s not cool.” Tears were starting to brim on my waterline. Jisoo had never spoken to me like this before.

“I’m just telling you the truth in hopes that you realize what it’s doing to you. You can’t just fuck people for months on end and not develop feelings for them. It’s only a matter of time and then you’ll be stuck with trying to figure out who you want to be with.” She sighed. “Look i’m not trying to be mean, I just need you to get your head together before this all dumps on you at once.”

I looked away from her and tried to blink away my tears. “I’ve got to go. I-I need to meet Hui. I’ll see you later.” I rushed out of her apartment and headed towards Hui’s dorm. I didn’t want to think about Jisoo being right, I really didn’t. But I thought back to what Hyojong said to me about me being his girlfriend. And about Hui saying that Hyojong would basically have to fight him if he wanted to have me. I shook my head to try and push those thoughts back where they belonged, in the box of denial in the back of my mind.

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I knocked on the door waiting for Hui to answer. I was instead greeted by Hongseok. “Oh, Hongseok, hi. Is Hui here? I was supposed to meet him.”

“He's not but I know his piano lesson is today and that's usually like 3 hours or so.”

“Maybe i misread his text. I'll just head back to my dorm then.”

“Uh...no, that's ok. You can hang out here if you want, though it's just me right now.” He said a bit nervously.

“Oh, ok! I like hanging out with you.” I stepped into their dorm space and set my backpack on one of the couches. “How'd your history test go?”

He beamed. “I actually passed thanks to you. Thank you so much for helping me.”

I gave him a high five. “Yay! I'm happy that it went ok. I knew you could do it. You're really smart.”

His cheeks turned a bit pink. “Heh...thanks. Um...but i kinda need your help again. If you dont mind?”

“Oh? What class is it this time?” i asked.

He swallowed hard and stared down at his feet. “Latin dance.”

“A latin class?” i chuckled a bit, surprised. “I didn't know you were taking a dance class.”

“It's just the required dance credit I have to take. But i definitely chose the wrong class. I’m not much of a dancer. Do you know anything about it?” he asked.

I nodded and stepped closer to him. “Yeah, I took Latin one and two last year. Here, put one hand on my waist,” I guided his hand to right above my hips. “And one hand up, hold mine.” Our hands cupped together in the air. “Now for the basic step it's about two steps forward, slight pause, two steps back. Lead with the left.”

I guided him into the basic step, laughing as I had to repeat and slow down for him. Our heads even bumped together a few times because he was so focused on staring at his feet. “You have to look up when you do it! You're gonna have points taken off!”

“Im sorry, Im sorry!” He rubbed his forehead where we had clashed together. “Im trying!”

“I know! But now we have to add the hips.” I placed my hands on his hips and lead them into small isolations. “When you step you have to add some hip movement. It goes with the beat.”

“O-oh...hips?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yes. Hips. All Latin dances are fun. Some are sexy and sensual You have to move your hips. Here maybe you should hold mine instead.” I switched the position of our hands and swirled my hips. “Feel that?”

He nodded. “I feel something.”

“Do you want to try it with music?” I reached for his phone that was on the dining table and took a misstep, my foot rolling slightly. Hongseok caught me instantly since we were still so close, my chest was pressed against his now, his hands on the small of my back, cheeks burning crimson. “S-sorry.” I stuttered. “I can literally trip on anything.”

“It's okay. I'm glad i caught you in time.”

He didn't let me go for a moment and I couldn't help but stare at his full lips. They just looked so soft and kissable. His hands around me were so warm; I could feel it spreading throughout my back. I dared to look up at his eyes which had been staring down at me. A nervous smile crept onto his face but neither of us let go. I swallowed back some of my nerves. “Hongseok...I…”

The door to the dorm swung open and Hongseok and I scrambled to pull away from one another and look as casual as possible. Kino kicked his shoes off and looked over at us, eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Oh I didn't know anyone was home. What are you doing here?” he asked me.

“I was waiting for Hui but I think I came too early. Then Hongseok asked me if I could help him with his dance class.”

“If you want better lessons, you should've just asked me, Hongseok.” Kino quipped.

“Well to be quite honest, Id rather not dance Latin with you. Unless you want to grind against me.” Hongseok chuckled.

“Ohh grinding. Is that what you two were doing?.” Kino teased as he came into the dining and kitchen area with us. “Is that why you want her to help instead of me?”

Hongseok rubbed his neck nervously “I- I…”

“I should check with Hui to see how long he's going to be.” I tried to shift the tides and ease the awkwardness of the situation. I leaned over the back of the couch and dug into my backpack to retrieve my phone. I sent a quick text to Hui to see when he might be done. I felt a slight unease as if Hongseok and Kino were watching me but when i looked back their eyes were shifting and avoiding me. I smoothed out the back of my skater skirt. “What?”

Hongseok's face was even more beet red. “Nothing! Nothing…”

“You guys are weird…” I made my way over to the fridge and grabbed the filter water pitcher and a glass from the cabinet. Kino crept behind me and grabbed my ass firmly, making me almost drop the pitcher.

“You look good in that skirt. Did Hongseok have some wandering hands during your practice?” he whispered in my ear.

I shoved him away quickly. “What? Are you jealous now? It's just dancing, Kino.”

“Me? Jealous of Hongseok? Please.” He jumped onto the kitchen counter and took the glass of water from me.

I glared at him as he took a long gulp. “He has way more manners than you will ever have. And i'm sure if something was going on between us-which it's not, by the way- he would be nothing short of a gentleman.”

“Gentleman cant fuck.”

I tried to keep my voice as a whisper but Kino always made me want to scream. “Well gee, Kino, did it ever occur to you that I don't always want to fuck!? Maybe I want to go out on a date or two.”

He rolled his eyes. “Dating would mess up what we have. That's like the rule.”

“I didn't say go on a date with you, jackass. I wouldn't stoop so low.”

“Ouch, damn.” He said, and I almost thought he was actually offended. He set the glass down and jumped off of the counter. “I wouldn't say that about you.”

My mind was still a mess after my conversation with Jisoo. “Well which is it? I don't get you Kino. What exactly do you want?”

He didn't answer me and instead stormed off to his room. What the absolute hell?? I patted Hongseok's shoulder and advised him that i'd be right back. I followed Kino to his room and shut the door quietly. “What's your deal?”

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in his pile of dirty laundry. “Nothing's my deal. Go finish dancing with Hongseok.”

“Ok, correct me if i'm wrong but you just said you weren’t jealous of Hongseok and insinuated that if I were to have sex with him it wouldn't be good because you can fuck better than him. Then the topic of dates came up-”

“You brought that up. And I had to remind you that dating isn't part of our deal. I know you can't resist me but don't you think that would muddy up the waters, hmm?”

“There is no muddying of waters!” I stomped my foot, frustrated and annoyed at him. “I never said I wanted a date with you. But if I had to go on a date with Hongseok it would be much nicer.”

He took off his basketball shorts and tossed them in the laundry as well before going over to his dresser to pull out some fresh shorts. “Doubt it.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Ooohhh, I get it now. It's competition. You don't like anyone one-upping you. I can see that now. Yeahhhhh for sure! Everytime i would tell you about something I did with Hui or Hyojong, you'd want to do something better and harder.”

“I have no idea what youre talking about.” He didn't look at me though and I knew it was true.

“So, Kino,” I smirked as I sauntered over to him. “You would want to prove that you're a better date than Hongseok-if I were to go out on a date with him.”

“You're literally the one that's so obsessed with dating me now.” he said flatly. He still wouldn't look at me though.

“I'm not obsessed at all. After all, I’m not competing with others to coddle my fragile masculinity. But I'll grant you the favor of a date. It won't make things complicated but it will shut your mouth up. You just better make it worthy of being the best date I've ever had.”

“Fine!” He snapped back at me finally. “At least i know you'll put out on the first date.”

I was taken aback. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest as if his words had pierced through my heart. I grabbed the door handle and quickly walked out, not even wanting to stay for Hui or Hongseok. Was everyone just taking a stab at me today? Was this some cosmic karma bullshit coming to strike me down? I was over my friends being assholes to me and was ready to go back to being an introvert.

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Hey….i just wanted to say that...im really sorry for what I said the other day. I mean, i wanted to say it in person but you walked out. I know why you did it but…-sigh- call me back, please?

It had been a few days since I had talked to anyone at all. I had ignored several calls from Kino this afternoon but when the voicemail icon showed up I decided to take a listen. I replayed the voicemail again just to make sure I heard everything correctly. He was being sincere which was a new thing for Kino; actually being nice and recognizing when he was wrong. I was shocked. I decided to call him back and see what else he had to say.

“Hello?” his voice seemed a little groggy.

“Kino?”

“Mhm...hey.”

“Were you asleep?” I asked and looked at my phone for a quick second. It was only 10 pm on a Friday. It wasn't really like him.

“Yeah.” He groaned and I assumed he was stretching. “I haven't slept much these past couple of days.”

“How come?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I've been thinking about you. And what i said. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't. I just don't want things to be weird between us...but I kind of realized that going on a date didn't matter if you were mad at me. I don't care about Hongseok or what you do with him. We can just...hang out as friends right? We can do fun stuff together and still fuck, right?”

“Yeah...yeah we can Kino. It's all i've ever wanted. We fight a lot but...we have good chemistry. I don't want anything to mess it up either.” The tone of his voice had my cold demeanor towards him melting in a matter of seconds. Hearing him apologize meant a lot to me and it felt good for us to want to do something together without bickering. “Do you want to maybe go to the arcade with me? We can get some wings too. It doesn't count as a date. It's not a fancy restaurant.”

He let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that's totally how that works.”

“It’s true! Wings are bro food! We’re bros.” I laughed at my lameness then cleared my throat. I adjusted myself in my bed. “Are you going to go back to sleep now?”

“Only if you forgive me.” He replied

“If i don't forgive you would you stay up and talk to me?”

“If you forgive me, i'll stay up with you anyway.”

I smiled to myself. “Ok, then I forgive you...but you didn't answer my question. Do you want to go to the arcade with me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, i do. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow's good. If you meet me at my dorm we can go to the student parking lot to get my car and leave from there.”

“Sounds good…” There was silence for a long while. I had thought the call dropped.

“Kino?”

“Hmm? I'm still here...keep talking to me. I like the sound of your voice.”

I fiddled with the edge of my fleece blanket. “What do you want me to say?”

“You tell me, you’re the one begging me to stay up with you.”

That was true but we had never really talked on the phone like this before. Who even talked on the phone anymore? I talked to my freakin’ mom on the phone not my fuck buddy. I chewed on my bottom lip. “It’s kind of cold here… I have the heat on and i’m under the covers.”

“Well what are you wearing?” He asked.

“What am i-? I mean...like just a t-shirt and panties really. Why?”

He didn’t respond and it was like I could hear his smirk through the phone. “Kino, are you trying to have phone sex with me?”

“Well damn, it’s better than listening to you complain about the weather. And you woke me up. I need to get back to sleep somehow.”

Even though he couldn’t see me I covered my face in embarrassment. “I can’t do that! I’m not good at talking dirty!”

“Hah! I beg to differ. I remember a certain someone telling me that I was a good boy at the library. And you called me by my name. You know how to talk dirty. Don’t play innocent with me.”

“It’s different over the phone! It’s like...i have to think about it. I have to think about saying sexy things.”

“Don’t think about it, if you do you’re gonna force it and it’s gonna be awkward. Just breathe. Pretend I’m there with you.”

I set the phone down beside me and put him on speaker. Laying back, i closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I was thankful that my roommate was gone for the weekend visiting her parents. “You should be here. You could warm me up.”

“I’d love to. Your thighs would be really warm around my head. You like that don’t you?”

“I do.” I sighed and rubbed my thighs. “I really do. It’s my favorite thing when you put your mouth to better use than annoying me.”

“I like when your mouth is moaning my name instead of annoying me.” Kino retorted. “In fact...i love when you do those short little breathy moans, like when my tongue is inside you and you pull my hair.” He let out a soft groan and I shuddered.

“You do have a talented tongue.” I dared my hand to go a little lower and rub the center of my panties. “You know you’re kind of quiet when we fuck. You make rough sounds but i’d really...really like to hear you moan for me. I want you to whimper and feel your breath catch in your throat. I want to hear you say my name, Hyunggu.”

He cleared his throat. “W-wha…”

I rubbed myself slowly, imagining Kino in his dark room, his hand wrapped around his cock. “I would love to hear you baby. Please? For me?”

“I-i-i’m sure I don’t sound as sexy as you...you know i-”

“Are you shy now, love? Do you not want to make me wet for you?”

He was silent for a moment but I could hear his sheets rustling. A few moments later I heard slick sounds of skin on skin. His breath was becoming slightly heavy. “I do...I want you dripping and fingering yourself, like that video you sent me.”

“Oh, the snap.” I let out a sensual giggle. “I had been thinking about you coming into my dorm and begging me to fuck you. I was using my vibrator but it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel you inside me Kino.” My fingers trailed inside my panties dancing in the wetness that pooled from my entrance. I stroked myself slowly, up and down...up and down, spreading my slick over my folds and clit. The more I thought back to that fantasy the more it fueled my passion.

The softest of moans escaped him. I had to strain my ears just to hear it but it made my toes curl instantly. “Fuck, I love being inside you…”

“You're still holding back, baby.” I spread my legs a little wider wanting better access to my entrance. I pushed one finger in easily but that didn't last long. I added another, curling the tips ever so slightly against my walls. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. The sounds on his end were getting faster. He was working his cock and I could picture how swollen he was; his hand traveling the length of his shaft, twisting slightly at the head that burned with sensitivity. Soft whimpers turned into harsh curses then short groans of pleasure. He sounded so good. My walls clenched around my fingers as my body shuddered. Just his sounds were driving me to the brink of an orgasm. Like music to my ears.

Then I heard my name. Over and over and over as the speed of his hand increased. I could hear the pace of his strokes quickening, the slickness of his precum was probably spread across his shaft. I thought about the way he tasted, the way his thick cum felt on my tongue. I lifted my knees towards my chest, fingering myself deeper as I was so desperate for him to hear me cum.

His breaths were ragged and intense now but he managed to speak. “I hear how wet you are, slut.” His short chuckle was filled with his usual sarcasm.

“You're the bigger...ahh...slut!” The last word came out as a cry as my fingers found my spot. “Now youre so loud. You like being loud for me, don't you, Hyunggu? You love being a good boy for me?”

He let out a loud gasp. “F-fuck! Don't call me that.”

I pushed a third finger inside me, my hips rocking up to meet my thrusts. “W-why not? Does it make you cum hard? Is that your little kink?”

He was a panting mess on the other line. I could tell he was trying to keep his mouth covered or at least bite down on his lip. I wanted to see him but the mystery of how he looked spread across his bed right now thrilled me. I slipped my hand under my shirt and grabbed at my breast, teasing and pulling my nipple to its sensitive erect state. My mind was at work again, taken back to my fantasy of him begging me to fuck him.

My hips worked in rough circles, feeling Kino plunge into me deeper. Harder. Faster. My head was tossed back as a slew of moans released from me. His hand landed hard smacks to my ass leaving burning red prints all over my cheeks. I could feel him watching my tits bounce, that evil tongue of his peeking out from his mouth to lick his lips. Everytime he did that it made me want to fuck him even more. I grabbed onto the headboard as he arched against my chest., his cock throbbing hard inside me. My free hand gripped a handful of his silver hair and forced his head towards me. “You want to cum like a good little boy, don’t you?”

He nodded breathlessly. “Make me cum, please!” He begged.

I smirked down at him, watching every muscle in his body tense under his skin. I licked his lips and whispered against them. “Cum inside me, baby.”

My walls clenched around his swollen cock fueling his cum to spill within me, warming me completely. His hips bucked with each strand that left him, his hand gripping my thighs so tight i could feel the bruises beginning to form. I slowed my bounces down pulled off of him gently. I could feel his cum threatening to slip out of me. I moved my hand between my thighs and gathered his cum on my fingers pushing it deeper inside me. I curled my fingertips against that little pleasure center inside me, crying out his name as I brought myself to the edge.

“FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!” My thighs shook as my cum shot out of me, dousing my panties and bedsheets. My breath felt like it was knocked out of me and my whole body was tingling. My whole head felt fuzzy as if I had just fainted. I looked around the room still upset that Kino was in his bed and not here with me. I swallowed hard and reached for my phone with my clean hand. I took it off speaker and pressed it to my ear in time to hear Kino moan deeply as he came. His wet strokes were slowing down as his breath struggled to keep up.

“Y-you ok?” I panted.

“Yeah...yeah I’m good. You sounded so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Yeah..uh...i squirted. Like everywhere. So that’s a new one.”

“Wait by yourself?” He asked. I had normally only done so when he, Hui, and Hyojong were inside me at the same time.

“Uh-huh. I was thinking about something in particular and I guess it...just…”

“Will you send me a picture?”

“God you’re gross.” I rolled my eyes. “Only if you send me a picture of your cum?”

He scoffed. “You’re such a hypocrite. You first though.”

“Fine, Fine. But you pay for the wings tomorrow.”

He groaned. “The things I do for you. Now hang up and send me the pic.”

“You’re so commanding!” I hung up on him quickly and decided to make him wait. Mostly because my legs were sore and i didn’t want to move at all or attempt to make myself look sexy. I felt my phone vibrate and of course it was Kino sending me a bunch of chicken emojis. I sighed and opened up my snapchat trying to find the best angle to show off my soaked sheets and panties, my hand still rubbing lazy circles on my clit. Once i was satisfied with the video I sent it. Eventually i willed myself to get up and change my sheets. I got up and dropped my panties to the floor and pulled off the dirty sheets. I tossed them in my hamper and pulled out some other sheets I had gotten on clearance. They were some white satin-y kind of material and not quite the right size for my dorm bed but it would have to do. I wasn’t in the mood to do a load of laundry now.

My phone vibrated again and I opened up my snapchat knowing it was a notif from Kino. I clicked on the video and saw the expanse of his cum covered abs, his cock beginning to soften. He dragged his fingers through his cum and the video switched angles, showing his face as he sucked it off his fingers one by one. His saved his middle finger for last, pulling it out with an audible pop, and flashing it to me. He stuck his tongue out, the icing on top of his irritatingly sexy video. I groaned and flopped back onto my bed, screaming into my pillow about how he was going to be the death of me. That stupid fuckin’ fuckboy!

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I finished misting my face with my makeup setting spray and checked myself out in the mirror. Not too shabby. I adjusted the waistband of my suspender skirt and fussed with my hair a bit more. I don’t know why I was trying so hard to look good. Maybe because he looked like a Korean supermodel and I didn’t want to look like a whale-potato next to him. I sighed and willed myself to stop fussing. I was about to text Kino to see where he was at but I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and stared at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, casually, dressed in tight skinny jeans, an oversized black shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was perfectly styled in such an effortless way and I hated him for being so ridiculously sexy.

“Hey.” He said. His eyes were crawling everywhere on my body.

“Hey…You look so…..Korea.”

He pushed his hair back and I wanted to scream. “And you look so America. What the hell does that mean anyway?”

“You know like...fashionable.” Attractive. Gorgeous. Deadly. “Just you know…” I stared at the rings on his slender fingers that was sliding through his silver locks. He was going to kill me today. I just knew it. Maybe we didn’t even have to go to the arcade. We could just stay here and fu-

“Are you gonna keep creepily staring at me or are we going to leave?”

I stopped staring at his hands and grabbed my purse. “Yeah, uh...Let’s go.”

There was no talk about what happened yesterday night. No talk about the dirty snaps we kept sending to each other until we fell asleep. No talk about the way he was currently holding my hand as we walked to my car. I stared down at our fingers and could only think about how cute they looked together. I unlocked my car when we were close enough and was surprised when Kino opened the door for me. I gave him a brief confused stare before getting in. He was still silent as he got in the passenger's seat. The ride was only filled with the soft drull of my music from my playlist. My hand fell comfortably to the center console as i drove and i felt Kino wrap his pinky around mine. I glanced over at him but he seemed to be occupied with staring out the window. This was...strange. Was he nervous? Did he not want to be here with me?

A lot of questions played in my mind as I pulled into the arcade parking lot about a half hour later. We got out of the car and I shoved him playfully. “C’mon, loser, I’m ready to kick your ass!”

A smile finally brightened his face which infected me with warmth. It was nice to see him smile like that and have it look genuine. It wasn't a smirk or a shit eating grin. It was Hyunggu. “Race you there!” He called out before sprinting towards the entrance of the arcade. He got there first, sticking his tongue out when I arrived seconds after him, panting slightly. He opened the door for me and i stepped through, taking in the smell of cheap pizza, sweat covered plastic, and stinky teenagers. I loved the arcade.

I went over to the change machine and Kino and I both slipped in a 20 in exchange for some tokens. “What game you want to do first?” He asked me.

I looked around surveying the selection of games. “Zombies.” I ran over to the booth, pleased to see some annoying kids move out when I arrived. I stepped in with Kino following behind me, closing the curtains to create the dark atmosphere. I pulled a few tokens out of my purse and put them in the coin slot. Kino did the same and we grabbed onto the guns. “Okay, i'll lead and you watch my back and the sides.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” Kino quipped. The countdown begin and the sound effects of labored breaths came through the speakers. Our characters ‘woke up’ as the throng of zombies crashed through a metal fence.

“Left.” I said as i landed two headshots. Kino aimed his gun and fired off several shots until he was empty.

“Wait, how do i reload?”

I groaned as I shot at zombies to pick up his slack. “Point the control off to the side and press the trigger. Hurry up!”

He did as I told and joined me in a murderous frenzy. We watched as other characters died and we prevailed. Kino landed a shot to some barrels of gas and made an entire crowd of zombies explode. I high fived him in excitement, loving the thrill of the high score. We were both acting like kids, laughing and teasing each other to see who would die first.

“If you die first then you have to buy me a shot.” I told him.

“What, you mean in one year? I’m twenty, you idiot.”

I rolled my eyes. “I forget about that. Well fine, if you win what do you want?”

He fired a few shots as he thought. “Can it be anything?”

“Depends. I’m not going to like get naked in front of people or anything.”

“Ok, if I win, you come visit me in Korea”

I looked over at him briefly. “You serious? Like spend time with you there?”

“Spend time with all of us. For maybe like a few weeks or something. On your right.”

I adjusted my aim guide and hit the zombie on the right. “Ok, if I win you have to pay for my trip to Korea.”

“Deal.” He said instantly. I leaned closer to the screen, determined that moving my body with the control would definitely help me land my hits more accurately. I was deep in concentration when i felt Kino’s fingers stroke my neck gently, his rings sliding gently across the surface of my skin while his tongue traced the outline of my ear. My entire body shivered and I let go of the gun.

“S-stop that!”

Kino pulled away and smirked as he landed a four hit combo. My character was already dead, my high score tossed away and replaced with Kino’s. I whacked the back of his head. “You cheated!”

“Ow!” He rubbed the sore spot and glared at me. “I didn’t cheat. I just used tactics.” He let go of the control as he died “All's fair in love and war, princess.” He slid out of the booth while I cursed at him. I scooted out after him and saw him halfway across the arcade, heading towards the dance games. I had to run to catch up to him.

“Gee, thanks for waiting for me.” I grumped and crossed my arms over my chest.

He popped in a few tokens and hit the player one button. He raised his hand so the motion detector could register him before he selected a song. “You know you can do two player right?” I said.

He looked back at me after selecting his song. “Just watch and learn.”

The dance screen came up and filled with some anime looking girls. A sickly sweet pop song came on and I burst out laughing instantly when Kino started dancing to the cutesy moves. He had no shame in wiggling his hips and making cute faces. “Shake it but don’t break it baby!” I called out to him. He turned back to me and winked, holding up a peace sign before bouncing around again. I couldn’t help but record him, after all it could be used for future blackmail of him getting my ticket to Korea. But most importantly, he looked so adorable. The song finished and he pulled me over to him, panting slightly. “You want to try? You might want to start on easy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you should watch and learn then.” I stepped up to the machine and registered the motion detector. It took me a minute to find a good enough song but I chose something a little bit more sexy. The music started and I followed along, a little worse for wear at first but getting into the rhythm of the pre set moves. I swung my hips and shimmied, bouncing my ass just a bit because I knew he was watching. I looked back at him and he had a smug look on his face. His thumb was between his teeth holding back what he really wanted to say. I finished the song, watching the results of my score. “Not too bad huh?”

He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight to his chest. “You’re a cock tease, you know that?”

“Of course. That’s what I do best.” We walked away from the dancing games for now and tried to see what our next target would be. We passed by a photobooth and I watched as the display photos popped up on the screen. I stared at it a bit longingly. Kino stopped and looked at the booth.

“You want pictures?” he asked.

I looked up at him. “Y-yeah...I don't really have any of just me and you. I have pictures of me with everyone else and our group ones, but not any of just us. But we don't have to.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the booth. “Let’s go.” I plopped down on the hard seat and fixed my hair, smiling a bit to myself. Kino fed the machine a 5 dollar bill and clicked through some options. “What should the first pose be?”

“Sexy! Always.” I replied. Kino got a little closer to me so we were both in the frame. He bit his lip and entangled his fingers in his hair while I winked and showed off my boobs. The flash went off and we only had a few seconds to readjust.

“Aegyo!”

Kino scrunched up his nose and put up two peace signs while I puffed out my cheeks and poked them. The flash went off again and we couldn't help but laugh when we caught a preview of our aegyo picture. We looked so dumb. I didnt even notice when the third flash went off, capturing us mid-laugh.

“Shit! We messed up! Now we only have one left. what should we do?” I asked frantically as the timer wound down.

I looked at Kino for a second before he pulled me close to him and kissed me. His hands held my jaw gently and his lips were nothing but warm caresses. My fingers curled against his jacket as my stomach released a fury of butterflies. I heard the sound of our photos printing and Kino pulled away slowly. “We should get those.”

“Hmm?” I still wanted to be wrapped up in his kiss and didn't care about the photos now. He chuckled.

“C'mon, loser. I have to beat your ass at another game before we get wings!” He stepped out and sprinted off somewhere again, leaving me to gather the strip of photos. I looked over them again, laughing at our silliness until I saw the bottom photo. Surrounding Kino and I was a frame of little pink hearts with a little cupid in the corner. I bit my lip as i stared at our lips together, the way his hand rested against me, the way i held onto him so tightly… my whole body felt warm and even though I kept trying to clear my head those feelings wouldn't go away.

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Kino and I stepped out of the arcade later on in the evening. He was holding the giant teddy bear I won him while I had on the crappy glitter bracelet he won me. A sprinkling of rain had overcome the parking lot and it looked like it was only going to get worse. “Shit, let's go before it starts pouring.” I said.

Kino nodded and we shuffled to my car. He tossed the bear into the trunk before we hurried into our seats. Our ride back was quieter, our energy mostly spent at running around and playing dancing games at least 40 more times. When I pulled into the student parking lot the drizzling outside had turned into a torrential downpour and I didn’t have an umbrella. I groaned and sat back in my seat. Being soaked was not on my list of things to do today. Kino rolled his head to look at me. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to get out?”

“Kino it's pouring! And we have to walk all the way to my dorm! We're gonna get soaked.”

“It's just rain. We'll be fine.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can go out and catch a cold, i won't.”

“Fine, maybe if we wait it'll calm down a bit.”

I glared at the rain splattering around my windshield, angry that it was ruining my time with Kino. He had turned back away from me, his head pressed against the window, eyes closed. His slender fingers drummed lazily on his knee and i watched the metal rings on his fingers catch the light of the streetlamp above my car. I don't know what it was but his hands were so attractive? Is that even a thing? Every single time they were touching me today I felt my entire body shudder. The drumming stopped and instead his fingers spread across his thigh. My eyes trailed a little higher towards his-

“You’re staring again, creep.”

I jumped up, startled at his words. I tried to say something but I could only stutter as heat rose to the tips of my ears. “ I-I was not!”

He turned and faced me. “You’ve been staring at me all day. What’s your deal? If you want to fuck just tell me.”

I rolled my eyes. “It was so much better when you weren't annoying today. I actually had a nice time with you.”

“I wouldn't be me if i didn't tease you a bit….but i had a nice time too.” He shifted a bit in the seat. “I want to do it again, if that's ok?”

“Y-yeah?”

He nodded. “We can go to the movies or something. A nice dark room in public. You love public places.” He smirked. I sighed and ignored him for for now, turning my attention back to the rain. The temperature had dropped quickly as the sun went down and the weather wasn’t really helping. A chill was starting to creep into my car. I hadn’t brought a jacket since the day started out fairly warm. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” I lied.

He stood up and maneuvered himself into the backseat. “Alright well, I’ll be back here taking a nap and you can wake me up when you want to get out.”

I watched him through the rearview mirror as he spread out as much as he could in the confined space. He closed his eyes and placed his arm behind his head, adjusting himself every few seconds until he settled in a comfortable position. The rain still hadn’t slowed down and it felt like we were trapped. I switched on a playlist from my spotify so it wasn’t as awkwardly quiet between us. The minutes ticked on and I almost contemplated running out in this rain just to leave the car. But the prospect of being drenched while I was shivering still didn’t sound all that thrilling. I sighed and climbed into the backseat, whacking my head on the roof and practically falling onto Kino. “Shit! Fuck…”

Kino caught me, jumping up instantly when i fell on him. “Christ! Why are you such a klutz?”

“It’s hard moving in this car!” I yelled as I rubbed the back of my head. I plopped down between his legs and adjusted myself on top of him, my head laying on his chest. I felt him tense for a moment then relax under me. He settled his arm around my shoulder and shifted slightly.

“You still cold?”

I nodded and played with the lapel of his jacket. I wanted to tell him that i loved the way he helped me kill zombies, or how cute he looked when i beat him at table hockey, and that i really loved the shitty glitter bracelet we won me with his 20 tickets but i was too much of a chicken to even let him know that. I looked at him and his eyes remained closed, completely relaxed with a steady breath. Now that I was closer I could smell the musky sweetness of his cologne. It was lulling me me into into a steady comfort. I had never really spent time with him like this before. We barely touched after fucking. Sometimes, if i even stayed in his dorm, we would just sleep side by side and he’d remain closer to the wall as if he was allergic to me. But this was nice.

His hand came to rest on top of mine, his index finger tapping to the beat of the song that started playing. I lifted my head and watched as his lips effortlessly wrapped around the notes, my heart filling with the sweet sound of his voice. I had never heard him sing before. We had only ever had dance classes together since that was our majors. I pushed his hair back gently and his eyes opened. “You sound...amazing.” I whispered.

He licked his lips slowly and chuckled softly. “Thanks...i just really like this song.”

“I’ve never heard you sing before. I didn’t know you could.”

“I write and compose songs all the time. I just…” He shrugged and looked away. “Think I’m better at dancing.”

“I know what you mean.” I chewed at my lip a bit. “I-i don’t like the way I sound when i sing either.” I looked away from him, returning my face to the nook between his neck and shoulder.

“You don’t sing, you rap that’s different.” He said. “...Or do you mean you can-?”

“Hui says I can but i still think that sound like a dying cat.”

“If Hui says you’re good then you must be amazing. He’s basically the best singer along with Jinho.”

“Don’t ask me to sing for you because that’s not happening. I hate singing for people.”

Kino sat up, moving me with him. I had have expected him to tease and force me to sing but he leaned in closer, angling his head so that our lips were only centimeters apart. Now i thought that he was just going to land a kiss but instead he resumed his soft singing, the notes whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and drank in the steadiness of his voice. My hands slid up his chest towards his neck where I rubbed the shaved nape of his neck. He responded by cupping his hands around my waist, holding me tightly. “Hyunggu…” I whispered.

He pressed his forehead to mine and I connected our lips. I kissed him slowly, our body heat finally putting a bit of warmth in the car. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth, dancing against mine and pulling a small whimper out of me. He smiled against my lips. “What was that?”

I hid my face in my hands. “Be quiet.”

“Oh, you’re really gonna be shy? Around me? Really?” He pulled my hands away and kissed me again. I leaned back in the seat, pulling him down on top of me. His hands slipped under my skirt and caressed my hip and thigh, pulling my leg around him so he could nestle between them. I don’t know why I felt a little shy. Maybe it was because he let me hear him sing...a certain air of vulnerability between us? Or maybe it was just the way he looked today. You would think I was a teenager with a crush. Whatever it was, it was slipping inside me with every kiss and pooling within the pit of my stomach. I could feel his jeans pressed against my center and my hips dipped into his. “You should’ve just told me this was what you wanted…” He cooed against my ear.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I was still thinking about what you said. About me putting out on the first date.”

He kissed at my neck, gentle presses of his full lips on my jugular. “This isn’t a date remember? If you want something all you have to do is ask. And i also said I was sorry.” His right hand slid over my shoulder, down to my breasts, over my stomach, and under my skirt where his fingers danced across my panties. I nudged my hips up to meet his hand so he could cup me fully.

“Make me feel good. That’s what I want, Hyunggu.”

He licked his lips and nodded, barely saying a word as he busied his mouth with kisses across my neck and collarbone while his fingers moved under the lace fabric. His slender fingers stroked the length of my folds, the coolness of his metal rings against my skin made me gasp. My body shuddered as my thighs tried to keep shut.

“What’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “Y-you’re rings are c-cold…”

“Oh. Sorry, I’ll take them off.” I gripped his wrist before he could pull his hand away and pressed my entrance onto his fingers.

“Don’t you dare.” I moaned. “Keep going.”

He clicked his tongue and kept his fingers pressed inside me. “You never cease to amaze me.” His free hand gripped mine tightly, our palms pressed together, fingers hugged tight against each other. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to spread my legs wider but my car was so small it was hard to move around. I groaned, a mix of frustration and pleasure. I wanted him deeper inside me and it was driving me insane.

“K-Kino…” I opened my eyes and found that he had been looking down at me, a small smirk across his lips. “W-what…?”

“Nothing. You just look good.” He shrugged and slowed his thrusts. “Your car is really small.”

“Yah, ya think?” I sighed and sat up. “Do you just want to go inside?.”

“No. Not at all.” He pulled me up from the seat and bent me over the center console. I gasped as i almost fell into the front seats, bracing my hands near the gear shift. Just as I was about to yell at him, I felt Kino’s warm tongue on my center. “F-fuck, Kino don’t do that.”

He ignored me and continued small licks to my folds, letting out a soft moan in between. My breath hitched as I gripped the sides of the seat. His hands rubbed the swell of my ass until he grabbed my panties and yanked them down. He went back to work, kissing my pussy lips slowly while flicking his tongue against my entrance. His hands gripped and kneaded at my cheeks and thighs, his fingernails digging in ever so slightly. “Y-you’re not gonna let me out of this car, are you?” I asked in a breathy moan. I felt him shake his head while his tongue was still inside me. I nudged my legs apart a little bit more and rocked my hips back against him. His name became written in the visible puffs of breaths I exhaled as i desperately wished for him to touch me more.

As if he read my mind his hands moved around my thighs and down my calves, every ridge of his rings sliding over my skin like a newfound sin. My legs buckled when his hands came back to my upper thighs. He stroked the length of my slit slowly with the underside of his fingers before he nudged the design of his larger square ring on his index finger against my clit. I gasped loudly as my nails dug into the seats a wave of pleasure becoming a dangerous tsunami. He rocked his finger against me again, slow and torturous until I was screaming his name and begging to cum. My body was shuddering when he yanked me back onto his lap. I immediately felt his cock underneath me. “So, this is what you’ve been wanting, huh? I didn’t know you’d like these that much.” He held his hand up in front of me and i could see the silver glistening with my cum through the light from the street lamp above. “What about this one?” He pulled the textured metal band off his thumb and switched it to his middle finger. “How loud can you scream for this one?”

I tried to squirm away from him, afraid of the shit that was going to come out of my mouth as soon as his hands got near me, but he pulled my legs open and propped my feet on the headrests in front of us. I was panting hard, my back against his chest so I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine. I was spread open for him and he had enough access to slide the band through my folds. Every pass of the textured metal seemed to hit all my nerves that were bursting with excitement. “Kino...fuck...God. Please don’t tease me. Please…” I mewled.

His unoccupied hand slid under my crop top and yanked my bralette to the side. His had smaller, simpler bands on this hand but they still elicited that same thrill against my skin as the others. He was making small windshield wiper strokes across my nipple, making it bud to the surface. I could feel his breath across my neck before his swiped his tongue across my jugular. His teeth wrapped around the sensitive skin and pulled blood to the surface in a gaping mark just below my jawline. It was a spot that always made me go crazy, especially when Kino was the one teasing it. My hands were grasping for anything to stabilize myself and ending up twisting in Kino’s hair, yanking his head back hard.

He growled and released the hold his teeth had on my neck. “Ow! You fucker.” My eyes rolled over to him and i saw the dangerous smirk cross his mouth. “Do it again.”

I swallowed hard and pulled on his hair again. “Be a good boy for me, Kino.”

The sound he made was almost inhuman and made every hair on my body stand on end. I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass eagerly awaiting freedom from the confines of his jeans. “Is all that for me?” I asked in a teasing tone. He wasn’t going to be the only one going crazy in this car. “Are you gonna cum inside me, baby?”

I felt him tense beneath me, his dark eyes questioning every word I had said. I leaned in closer and pressed my words into his neck. “You are going to cum inside me Kino. I can’t wait to be so fuckin’ full with your hot...thick-” I gasped as he grabbed me by my shirt and slammed our lips together. His tongue was vicious, teeth painfully tugging at my bottom lip while his fingers dove deep inside me. His rings were pressing against my entrance, occasionally entering me as he forced his fingers knuckle deep. I could only swallow back my screams of pleasure as my hips snapped up harshly to plunge him deeper into me. Kino wouldn’t even let me pull away to breathe. Every moment was filled with him taking over my mouth and pussy. My nails were embedded deep in his scalp, my body shuddering violently as it begged for my orgasm to overflow. My back arched high as i felt his fingers curl deep inside me. My mind was screaming YES!YES!YES! as I tiptoed closer to the edge. But all of that was gone in an instant.

Kino pulled away from me completely leaving me breathless and pissed off. My legs fell from their propped up position, tingling like they were filled with pins and needles. “Get up.” He commanded. I growled and hauled myself up within the confined space. He worked himself out of his jacket and shirt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down around his ankles. My eyes immediately fell to his cock that was now laying on his stomach, finally freed. He adjusted himself in the seat, spreading his legs a little wider before he gripped his shaft. I watched the rings slide across his skin, the metal clicking together ever so slightly. That simple sound triggered something inside me and if that wasn’t bad enough Kino let out a deep low moan. His head fell back against the backseat as he jerked himself a little faster. My cum that was still on his fingers mixed with the bit of precum spilling from his slit as he twisted his hand over his sensitive tip. I couldn’t wait anymore. If i did i was going to go crazy.

I pulled away my shirt and bra before climbing onto him. He looked up at me, our eyes locking as I sunk down onto him slowly. “Ohh fuck…” He groaned.

I bounced slowly, even though i wanted to fuck him into oblivion, teasing him as payback was going to make my orgasm that much sweeter. Inch by inch i felt him sliding in and out of me, our hips kissing every time i settled him in all the way. His brows were furrowed, lips frozen in a permanent moan. His hands were placed on either side of my ass keeping a firm hold of my cheeks as if he was trying to hold himself together. The windows misted with the fog of our breaths intermingling. He pulled me for another kiss, slowing down his pace a bit. His thrusts were starting to meet my bounces, matching the way his tongue caressed mine. Going slow was supposed to be torture for him yet...it made everything even hotter. We eased into a steady rhythm of grinding, his hips snapping up to meet mine in a harsh thrust. He was coaxing every feeling out of me in just one night and my mind could barely wrap around any of it. His kisses made their way down to my breasts and he captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

I held him tight to my chest, pulling at his hair when he pressed against my spot. He was filling me completely and it was as if my fantasy from last night was coming true. I was shivering in the stillness of the air but Kino’s hands kept exploring, grabbing, and rubbing wherever he pleased, warming me a little bit at a time. His mouth continued to work across my chest, leaving small hickies in hidden areas that only i could look at later. He was normally one for aggressively marking up in the most visible of places but these...looking back at these would help me think back to this moment with him. My body convulsed when i felt his ring covered fingers spread across the small of my back, the other hand crawling up my chest to drum its fingers across my throat. The grip came slowly at first, testing the water and my reaction. Of course, i fell into it easily, loving the way the metal clung to my skin, pressing into it like a branding, hot and stinging.

“Good boy…” The compliment fell into a rasp as his hand seized tight at my words. My eyes fell shut and it was like all I could hear were our moans mixing and the soft music still playing on my phone.The song seemed to be connected with our own tempo; a nice harshness mixed with a tender pace.

Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send

I could feel him throbbing inside me. He was coming undone but the look in his eyes screamed for my pleasure. He yearned for it just as badly as i yearned for his. My walls were keeping him trapped, flexing around his swollen cock begging for his cum. He landed a bite to my rib cage and i could barely squeeze out his name through the hold he had on my throat. My hand slammed against the fogged up windows, leaving streaks behind as my orgasm hit me hard. I clung to him, my nails making deep scratches between his shoulder blades when i at last felt his heat spread inside me. The sound he made had me riding another wave of ecstasy, extending my orgasm to another degree.

He fell back against the seat, his teeth chattering as our body heat wasn't enough to keep us warm any longer. The beads of sweat across his forehead felt like ice on his skin. I pressed myself to him trying to share what little bit of warmth we had left. It was a stupid idea to remove what clothes we had on just to get a bit more pleasure. It was mostly worth it though. Kino grabbed his jacket from the seat and wrapped it around me. “Here, you need this more than i do.”

I pulled my hands through the sleeves and adjusted the form fitting jacket around my breasts. His eyes trailed across my torso and he grabbed my face, pulling me in for another kiss. His fingers on either side of my face had me feeling so comforted as our lips mated into a slow rhythm.

Beauty I've always missed With these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say any more

Our foreheads pressed together as we separated for the last time. “I want you in bed with me.” i whispered.

He nodded and pushed me off him gently so he could pull up his pants and put his shirt on. With his cock no longer inside me i could feel his cum start to drip down my thighs. I tried to hold it in as best as i could, wanting to keep it there but it was no use. “I’ll give you more later, I promise.” He kissed the back of my hand before opening the door and sliding out. The rain drenched him instantly but he held his hand out for me to grab. I zipped his jacket up and took his hand cursing as the drops felt like icicles impaling me. I grabbed my purse and my phone, locking my car before we ran out into the night. The short run to my dorm made us look like we had gone through a hurricane. Kino was visibly shaking at this point and I rushed to try and get my key to swipe through the door lock. I finally managed to get us in and we shuffled to the elevator, leaving splatters of water across the tile. I looked over at him and felt so bad. His hair was dripping on his face and his body looked so small with his shirt clinging to him like that. I pulled him close to me which he accepted even though I’m sure the leather jacket wasn’t doing much to help.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little as we got to my floor. “We look like Jack and Rose.”

“Y-yeah. Just throw me o-off the door then.” He said through his chattering teeth. I pulled him along to my room and opened the door immediately turning up the heat. I helped him pull his clothes off and grabbed my towel to dry him off first. I pushed his hair back and guided him to the bed giving him a quick kiss before he slipped in.

“Get under the covers, baby.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled every blanket i had over him slowly easing his shivering down. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and dried off, tying my hair up before shutting off the light and retreating to the bed. Kino unwrapped himself from the blanket burrito and beckoned me to join him. I eased in and laid down. He pulled himself on top of me, settling between my legs and enveloping us in the building warmth. I kissed his forehead and pushed his hair back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

“Stay with me Hyunggu…”

He nodded against my shoulder, eyes falling closed as his hips rolled against my center. “Always…”

Cause I love you Yes I love you Oh how I love you Oh how I love you

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thirstygirlclub · 6 years ago

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A Boy Named Box - Part Two (2)

KozikxGayMale!Reader

(this is my second time writing this. i had finished this, all done, until my internet crashed and i lost all of it. hopefully, this one will be as good as the lost part.)

(the second part of a request from an anon! where the reader is Juice’s twin brother that moved away from Queens to Charming for a new start and falls for a certain sandy haired son)

also this part is dedicated to @marcus-demitri455 and @samcro-saint99 who were so lovely when i was so heartbroken about this, love you my angels! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

p.s legit thought that this was only going to be 3 parts max but I didn’t factor in the fact that i always get carried away and that this is all so cute that it is consuming me more than i ever thought possible? so this is going to be part 2 of 4 (for now but knowing me i’m going to turn it into a whole McFreakin’ book or some shit)

WARNING: CONTAINS CUTE STUFF

Tig was trying to rile you up, you knew he was, but that didn’t stop you giving him exactly what he wanted. You grabbed him by the front of his kutte and you couldn't give a shit about disrespecting the leather and sons of Anarchy colours when he was disrespecting you like he was. You had had enough of your sexuality being the butt of all of his jokes. You knew he was joking and he didn’t mean it, not really, but that didn’t stop it from offending you. Juan was getting sick of it too but he let you fight your own battles now you were both adults.

“Say that again,” you hissed lowly, “you bastard.”

“I said,” Tig said loudly with a laugh, “I’m not gonna let a gay kid beat me in the ring. Unless you’re scared-”

You bashed him roughly against the brick wall of the work bay while he grappled at your hands and work shirt; trying to get you to release him but his attempts proving fruitless. His eyes showed panic and pain, there was blood running from his nose and down his chin from where you had punched him to try and get him to shut up. Despite the expression on his face, he laughed as you were wrenched away from the older man.

You struggled against Kozik’s grip. He had pulled your arms behind you, almost like a police grip, and was pulling you away. Even though he was strong, he was struggling to do so. Kozik practically threw you into the parking lot then pushed you back by the chest when you had rounded on him to get back to Tig.

“That’s enough!” Chibs commanded from where he had been watching the brawl and walking over to you, “Stop this now. You know he doesn’t mean it!”

“I don’t give a fuck if he means it or not,” you growled at the Scottish man, “I’ve had to deal with that shit all my life. I’m not dealing with it here, get it?”

“Alright, alright,” Chibs sighed with an understanding nod at you before turning to Kozik, “go deal with that dickhead. I’ll get the kid calmed down.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah? Then stop fucking acting like one!”

He grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and started walking you off but you fought him off. Chibs let go and put his hands up in surrender but followed you anyway. When you cast a glance back, Kozik grinned at you then turned back to go have a look at Tig’s face.

“I’m takin’ bets on a fight night,” Chibs told you and took a drag of his cigarette, “first match is you against him. If you’re willing to clear the air in public.”

“If he’s not scared of losing to a fa-”

“Enough Box! Are you in? I’m sick and tired of you bein’ at each others throats all the time.”

“Yeah,” you spat, “I’m in.”

“Right. 2 weeks time, you and him in the ring then all this gets put to rest. Yeah?”

You had been sleeping peacefully, in a drunk and stoned stupor, snoring away when you were woken up by a voice in your ear.

“Box,” you heard them whisper in your ear, “time to get up.”

When you opened your eyes you saw Kozik stood over your bed, with his arms folded and that stupid grin on his face, you sat up with a gasp and pulled the blankets up over your naked body and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck man?!” You shrieked hoarsely, “get out!”

Kozik laughed at your now bright red face but didn’t leave. When he didn’t say anything you shook your head in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. You knew you weren’t the most attractive person while you were sleeping, especially after a night of drinking and smoking. You hastily wiped the drool off of your cheek and tried to fix your bedhead.

“You know you snore?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said with a scoff.

“Get up now; we’re going training.”

“Training?”

“Yeah. I bet $64 on you winning and I’m not gonna get it back with that right hook so get up, get dressed.”

He picked some shorts and a black shirt from a pile of clothes from the pile of clean washing on the desk chair to throw them at you. He then stood looking around and the room that you were sleeping in.

“Uh, kinda naked here bro,” you said and held the blankets tighter to your bare chest, “you wanna leave?”

Kozik smirked, knowing he had already seen everything, but turned to leave anyway. Once the door was shut, you checked the time and groaned, standing up and pulling on the clothes.

“Are you joking?” You asked him as you stormed through to see him sat drinking coffee at the little dining table in the kitchen, “it’s 6-fucking-05 in the morning. What is your problem?”

“Gotta get there before the crowds. Come on. Let’s go, we’re jogging to the gym.”

He stood up and hit you on the bicep as he walked passed you and out the front door. You sighed and followed him, stretching and yawning as you went.

Evidently, you weren’t as fit as you thought you had been. You had been jogging for a total of 10 minutes and you already needed to sit down since you were puffing, panting and sweating profusely. You grabbed the back of Kozik’s shirt and braced yourself on your knees before collapsing on some nearby grass. Your running partner chuckled then same to sit by you. Luckily, it was still morning and reasonably cool out.

You had only been in Charming for about 6 weeks but you were already sick of the heat. You were so used to the chillier, grey weather in Queens and you hadn’t yet acclimatised to it like Juan had but then again, he was always a fan of warmer weather. You used to say he was like a lizard.

“Come on Box,” Kozik groaned once you had caught your breath, “we’ve been sat here for 20 minutes and I actually want to get to work today.”

“I still have to go to work after the gym?” You huffed then rolled onto your side and curled up in a ball when he nodded.

“Stop being a drama queen.”

“Who are you calling queen?” You asked venomously.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck you’re grouchy in the morning!”

You sat up to glare at him and saw that he was already stood up and was holding his hand out you to help you up. You sighed in defeat, taking his hand and letting him help you stand and you weren’t sure but maybe he held it for a second too long when you were on your feet. And maybe there was that mischievous glint in his blue eyes but you couldn’t know for sure because as soon as you had thought you had seen it he had turned around to run on ahead of you.

Training with Kozik was simultaneously the toughest but most entertaining thing you had done in your life, kind of. You had got a chance to talk to him properly about everything you had been through and it was nice to open up to somebody that wasn’t Juan. As much as your brother loved you, you knew he was getting fed up of hearing about your ex. He would never say anything to you about it but you could just tell. That twin intuition, you know?

Kozik had listened patiently to your worries while you battered the punching bag. He eased your concerns that the guys hadn’t accepted you as yourself and still just thought of you as one half of The Juice Box, that they all thought you were running away from your past, that they didn’t accept you for your sexuality with them being a biker gang and all.

“You know the guys talk shit but honestly Box... listen to me. They love you, alright? We all do besides, we all got our thoughts on Tig. Nobody gives a fuck if you’re gay. And yeah, you’re Juice’s brother but you’re also Box. We get you’re a different guy all together. Got better hair for a start,” Kozik had told you, ruffling your sweaty hair and making you laugh; diffusing the tense atmosphere you had brought with you that one particular day, “and don’t worry about running from where you came from; we all got something we’re running towards. You know?”

You hadn’t been ashamed to wipe away a few tears when he told you that; you needed to hear that and it meant so much coming from him. But as he patted you comfortingly on the shoulder you couldn’t help wondering what it was that he was running to.

On the plus side, you hadn’t been in better shape for a long time. You were waking up at 6am every morning without needing him to barge into your room and drag you out of bed. He had given you special instructions not to drink, smoke, do drugs for the entire 2 weeks you had been training with him and he had even put you on a special diet. This mostly consisted of you sharing his lunch, normally some kind of salad with lean meat or pasta, while you were working and him bringing you the food for your dinner. It was nice to have someone looking out for you every now and again.

You had a good little routine going too, wake up at 6 then run to the gym with Kozik at 6:30; work out and train until 8 so you were all ready to hit the showers and seeing him in just a towel afterwards was always a bonus, not that you would tell him that of course; he was already big-headed enough.

The buzz around TM and the club house was electric on the day of the fight. Word had got out that Kozik was training you up and teaching you the way that Tig fought so he had enlisted the help of Chibs. This meant that it was no longer just a competition to see who was the better fighter but also who was the better coach too. The animosity and fighting talk was so bad between the two teams that Clay had to schedule the shifts so that neither team was mixed together. You had tried to defend yourselves and say that it was all friendly but Clay was having none of it.

You had also been promoted to “mechanic’s assistant” which essentially meant you were Kozik’s own personal go-fer boy and he was loving it; he was asking you to get any number of different things that he could easily get for himself. Every time you complained about it, he would remind you that Clay was keeping an eye on you to see if you were worth keeping on the team which would make you grumble but kick him the wrench that was about 3 inches away from his hand.

The sound of a motorcycle drew you out of your angry thoughts and you turned to see Juan climbing off of his motorcycle wearing his Sons of Anarchy kutte and sunglasses. He carried himself differently when he was wearing the vest and you kind of wanted one too but you had a feeling that regardless of how accepting they were as people, the other charters and club rules probably wouldn’t allow a gay man into the club. It didn’t stop you craving the sense of belonging that your brother had found with them though.

You were leaning casually against the front of a green dodge charger, beside Kozik as he was under the hood of the car, as you ate the rest of the blonde man’s chicken salad, when Juan came sloping over to you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. You sent your twin a quizzical look which he returned sarcastically.

“You ready for tonight little brother?” Juan asked you, “you think you’re gonna win?”

“Uh yeah,” You scoffed, stuffing another bite in your mouth, “why? You got no faith in me?”

“Nah, obviously I do. I just mean that Chibs is a good coach, that’s all.”

With that comment, Kozik raised himself from under the hood of the car and stepped in front of you, between you and Juan, with his arms folded and his chest puffed out. Juan tried his best not took look threatened but his small step backwards betrayed his smug face. You peeked over Kozik’s shoulder and smiled around another bite of salad. Your brother looked between you and Kozik with a knowing smile but said nothing, turning to head into the clubhouse.

You knew Juan knew about your teeny tiny, minuscule crush on your fighting coach. Again the twin intuition, but knew better than to call you out on it.

“You wanna pass me that wrench?” Kozik asked you once you had clipped the lid back on his tupperware tub.

He was pointing to a black handled tool in the tool box. All he had to do was bend down and grab it but he really was loving having you as his personal servant. With a sigh, you bent down to grab it and give it to him but he stood with his hand out stretched until you had placed it in his palm but even then he didn’t close his fingers around it.

“I meant the other one, the one next to it,” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eyes.

You sighed and raised your eyebrows at him before grabbing the other wrench and swapping it for the next size down.

“No, the other one,” he grinned.

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“Less of the attitude mister,” he hit you in the chest with the wrench you had just given him before turning back into the car, “Clay is always watching you. You wanna be my butler forever?”

“If I don’t kill you first,” you muttered but turned away when you saw Clay peering at you through the blinds in the office.

“What?”

“Nothing man, just saying how much of an honour it would be.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought you said.”

You laughed with him and brushed your shoulder against his as you lent under the hood to watch what he was doing, sharing a look with him before he turned back to his work with a smile on his face.

(legit have no idea how to write guys, i’m sorry!!)

#if you're gonna be homophobic you can go and get fucked.#ok?#ok #kozik #herman kozik #kozik imagine #kozik prompts #kozik headcanon #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy prompts

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swanky-batman · 7 years ago

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Twinning

Twinning One shot

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of drinking and violence.

What happens when you hang out with the famous redheaded twins?

Masterlist

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Being best friends with Fred and George Weasley usually gets you in trouble.

Especially since they found out you have a crush on the dorkiest kid in school- Neville Longbottom.

They have teased you relentlessly and almost gave the information away to Neville himself, although he didn't put two and two together, thankfully.

After class ended with him, you walked out and gave a look of death to them.

"You know, I look past a lot of shit for you guys." You threw your hands on your hips after pulling them to the side. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you."

They both looked down a bit, "I'm sorry." They each said separately. "We were just overexcited." George continued, "We promise we won't tell him."

You snorted, giving a small smile towards them, "Jerks."

They each gave you a smile, Fred speaking this time, "I still don't understand what you see in that dork." He laughed lightly, knowing all too well why you crushed on him.

It was his fourth year, your fifth- both of you had gone to the dance held the year of the tri-wizard's cup. He noticed you, alone and reading the one night in the library and asked you if you wanted to go with his little nervous smile.

You immediately said yes, not wanting to freak him out. He'd always been super nice and now you'd see him on a night out.

The twins mocked you back then, saying their backup choice had been taken but you didn't mind. The dancing that night was spectacular with him and you both talked about different subjects throughout the evening. You had one dance each with Fred and George that night, and otherwise remained near Neville for the evening.

You were in year 6 now, Fred and George in their 7th- the beginning of the new year as you were still in the first week.

You had spent the entire winter with the Weasleys and loved it- they were like your own family.

"Y/N?" George snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Thinking about him right now, are ya?" Fred winked, walking ahead a little and talked to Ron.

"I'm sorry, again." George turned to you.

You smirked, "I forgive you, I suppose."

"Excuse me," someone said from behind you, "Oh, hello, Y/N." Neville looked up and you smiled to him, "Hi George!"

George greeted him briefly but looked agitated. That happened more and more when people greeted him by name, since the incident with his ear. It put him off that it wasn't easy to hide either- he was self concious about it. That was something he let slip by on a late summer night with dancing and drinking.

"Where are you off to?" He offered all the same.

"Just towards Herbology. I heard you aced a question this morning, Y/N!" He grinned towards you.

"Eh, it was nothing." You shrugged and George snorted, nodding his agreement.

"Well, still, good for you." He smiled, moving along, "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye!" You waved and George threw up a hand, giving you a high five.

"What is with you?" Your brow furrowed but a smile formed on your face.

He smiled back but didn't answer, turning with you towards the next class. Fred caught up with you and threw an arm around your neck.

"It's a nice feeling to have you in half of our classes, ya know." He spoke up, "Since you are a giant nerd, we get to copy off you pretty easily." He chuckled and then looked over towards George for back up banter, which he didn't add. "Eh, holey boy, you hearing me? Comedic gold set up?"

George was looking at you both with a pout, walking past the door of the class, "I actually don't feel too good. Talk to the professor for me?"

"Hey!" Fred called, "Georgy boy!" He let go of your shoulders and went after him. "Me too!"

"Great!" You called before sighing and stepping into class with Professor Flitwick, trying to make up an excuse. He didn't look like he bought it but he continued with the lesson.

After class you had one goal in mind- getting to them and smacking them upside the head for leaving you last minute like that.

You went to the dorm room and walked into the boy portion of the room, hearing the end of the conversation go something like, "...worst timing, mate." From Fred to George.

"What. Happened?" You shrieked, walking into the room without waiting.

They both jumped off the bed like they were caught in some conspiracy.

They stared at you for a minute straight, not moving.

"Well...?" You insisted, waving your hands.

George got up and tried walking past you and you stopped him by stepping in front and pushing his chest. You looked up with hurt in your eyes and he wavered.

"It's not fair, Georgy." Fred spoke up from behind you both, standing and moving past you.

You looked at him as he walked out.

"Woah, sorry guys." Neville popped in, "Just needed to grab a book I forgot for next period." He looked at you both and saw George looking angry, "You alright?"

"Fine." His jaw tightened a little, moving past you both.

"George!" You called after him.

"You alright?" He asked and you nodded a little before walking out after him.

You figured he was going somewhere away from the area. There wasn't a lot out of the way on the grounds but you figured to check the bleachers at the Gryffindor section of the quidditch games.

You spotted him there, a couple of rows ahead of you. He didn't seem to have noticed you yet- he was rubbing his face and picking at his ear.

"Why?" You asked, shakier than planned.

His head whipped around, his eyes landing on you. "What are you doing here?" He gulped.

"Where else would I be, idiot?" You tried to lighten the mood but it caught in your throat.

He frowned and looked away, "I figured you would use the excuse to stay with him."

"What is going on with you today?" You plopped down on the bleacher next to him.

"Contrary to popular believe, there are things I keep from Fred." He chuckled, "There are things I like to keep to myself. I don't know what I was thinking." He stood, putting distance between us again. You stayed silent, waiting. "You are- amazing. Too amazing. People notice you and I notice them noticing you. It felt like fun at first, I got to hang out with the girl they were looking at." He turned, meeting your eyes, "I'd rather be them right now- there's this hole burning in me." He strode across the few steps and grabbed your face, pulling you towards him for a kiss.

The shock on your face was evident and after he pulled back he looked serene for a moment- then he looked terrified, "Oh- bugger." He breathed in, running off, "I'm so sorry." He shouted back from a distance.

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Over the next semester, he avoided you as best as possible. You couldn't even talk to him, he was blocked off from you. You sent letters saying you wanted to talk.

You broke down quite a bit, your best friends suddenly avoiding you. You knew that Fred would follow George, but it hurt he didn't acknowledge you much.

You cried often, without them and the Weasley's you had nothing. You hadn't even had a chance to explain, or process it. You hugged your knees to your chest.

Neville walked in on a session in a corner of the herbology lab and he tried to comfort you, awkwardly patting your back.

The next day he smiled towards you and walked to a class with you, Fred and George seeing you along the way.

After that, you stopped seeing them. They didn't show up to school, and you had heard the story. You heard from talks that they opened a joke shop of their own, escaping from Umbridge who was beyond strict.

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Taking a deep breathe, you opened the door. You couldn't get out until spring break- things at school were unstable and it was hard to get out.

You were greeted after a moment, the store was hectic. You turned came face to face with George.

"Hi." You answered back.

His face froze, "Y/N..."

"Can we please talk?"

To your surprise, he nodded and led you to a back room.

"I've been meaning to talk to you, actually." He spoke first.

"When?" You asked, spite laced in the word.

He nodded, taking off his top hat, apparently from the event, "What I did was despicable. Mean. I," he looked down, fiddling with the hat, "I kissed you, without knowing what you were feeling, and then..."

"Ignored me. Cast me out." You finished for him. "You didn't even give me time to respond before you hauled it away from me." You nodded, tears filling in your eyes, "Do you know how many times I cried over you, George?"

He looked into your eyes, sadness there. "You didn't need me."

"You're an idiot." You locked your jaw, "If you believe that, you are the dumbest person I've ever met."

"And I thought ma could be rough." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't be smug and adorable, trying to get out of this. You know what, I don't know why I came here. I'm obviously just being a jerk. I should go." You tried walking past him and he caught your wrist, making you cringe.

He looked down, pulling your sleeve up a little. "What has she done to you?"

"Nothing. It's protocol for detention."

"What? What did you do?"

"I was questioned for extra curricular activities that weren't scheduled or mandated by Umbridge." Your eyes fell.

"I want to help."

"You seem to want a lot of things."

"I was scared, alright." He started. "You frighten me."

"Thanks." You snorted.

"I love you. I fell in love with you." He threw his hat across the room.

"You have a funny way of showing it." You frowned.

He met your eyes, "You're enfuriating, you know." He stood before you, "I dont have money. You know my family. I only have this to give to you- a starting businessman. I was trying to make something of myself to come back to you."

Your face lightened, "I love everything about you, moron." You smiled a little, "How could you not see that?"

He moved towards you and kissed you again, this time not moving away. "Please let me make this up to you by trying to make you happy for the rest of my life."

"Get a room!" Fred sighed, walking in.

You both laughed, going into the next challenges of life together, no more crying alone.

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storytaeme · 6 years ago

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~ thoughts on the fansites discourse ~

it’s been a while since i’ve done one of my thoughts post and i just saw something that i feel like i want to voice my opinion on. as always, discussion is open through pm if you agree/disagree!

aight hear me out. so fansites have been garnering lots of heat and “tea” as some may say lately for sasaeng/stalker/obsessive behavior. this is for some and not for all, but it’s the main reason why people are pissed at them.

so thoughts on this and some arguments that have come up:

it’s weird yeah sure that fansites follow these people around and we dont really know much about them but like.......there are so many people online and there are fans who follow them to so many of their concerts and fly out and we dont know anything abt them either so idk why people are bringing this up?

if they want to be private, let them be private??? they dont owe us an explanation or their entire tax history before they can be a fan

they’re not forcing you to give up your personal information so why should we?

if they have money then thats cool??? they can do wtv they want with it yknow. idk how they get money and it’s not really our place to judge their level of wealth

people are saying we dont really need photos they take anyway since bts feed us so much. so aight you dont have to consume it, you can just ignore them? you dont like it, then just ignore them? nobody is forcing you to look at it. block, mute, yknow. those options exist.

and the whole whitewashing ordeal idk dude yeah a lot of fansites whitewash and it’s Shitty, im not gonna condone that behavior. but the entire argument of lighting during concerts and photography editing also exist and thats what a lot of people dont really understand or try to understand when they dont know anything about photography

“theyre stalking bts wo their consent omg!!” bighit communicates with the press about this, and from what i’ve heard (unconfirmed atm), they also let fansites know - so i mean,, ??? idk my dudes

these fansites arent necessarily doing it to give bts more exposure, they are fans if you cant tell and if they want to photograph bts then let them? like why are people pressed?

think of it this way, if their hobby is photography and they want to put it to good use while also supporting bts who they love, why are people mad about that?

nobody gets made at writers or artists producing og content and making money off it so like???

as long as they are respecting bts and their space and privacy according to regulations, who are we to tell them what to do/not do?

if they are real fans then they’ll understand how to respect bts

again, if they’re not telling you how to spend your time, what right do we have to tell them how to spend theirs?

to emphasize again, i do not condone unacceptable behaviors by fansites still (see section below)

y’all who’re coming at fansites wo fully grasping the situation and conditions are being unfair.

you think that fansites are dangerous cuz theyre stalkers but you can literally say the same about any fan who’s crazy and dangerous AND stalkers. so why are you only coming at fansites when there are still crazies out there coming @ bts outta nowhere wo even bighit’s knowledge?

commenting on how they spend their money and how they splurge on bts......like dude, it’s not your money, you dont have a say in what they do with what they have

if they use money from selling goods from photographs to gift bts or make donations then let them???? thats the intention from the very beginning?

as long as theyre not lying about where the money is going from selling merchandise, why are we making it a problem?

THEYRE NOT SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW BTS ON PRIVATE SCHEDULES AND IF THEY ARE THEN THEY ARE WRONG. BUT FANSITES WHO ARE RESPECTFUL AND FOLLOW BIGHIT GUIDELINES DESERVE TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT THE SAME WAY WE SHOULD BE RESPECTING PEOPLE IN THE FANDOM.

idk people who are coming at them without considering them as FANS first and foremost and considering their intentions/situation, as well as other bits of information that we are not privy to, are nasty.

see previous point for my thoughts on if the fansite is being disrespectful.

kpop fandom culture may be different from western fandom culture idk this i cant really confirm. but when i was following western celebs closely, fansites didnt exist and it was only the creepy press following them around. but it seems like it’s different in korea and the boys recognize them and bighit knows them.

i do not know this and cannot confirm it so it’s still tbd if there is a fandom culture difference

dont support people you dont want to support/dont agree with.

literally it’s none of our business what they do in their lives. they dont push me for my private life, i wont push them for theirs. unless they’re being incredibly problematic, then idk why i would be questioning what theyre eating for bfast

again this defense goes for unproblematic/chill fansites who actually just love bts

fansite behavior i dont condone just to be clear:

stalking and chasing bts/idols down in goddamn public

going to and taking photographs of events/actions that are outside of press knowledge or bighit did not release

whitewashing obvs

solo stans who shit on the other members holy shit like wyd

probably missing a whole lot more but these are the only ones i can think of rn

i just do not understand why we would ever push fansites to release private information or how/what they do with their free time aside from bts. this turned out to be really long just because im really tired with the sudden rise in hate towards fansites who actually do love bts and want to support them with projects and are doing it properly.

arguments are for sure welcome because this is only ideas from my side so im always down to talk about it if i didnt cover anything.

#thoughts #im just a hundred percent done with this fandom's need to police everything other fans are doing #unless theyre being problematic let them live

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Copy vs lost car keys

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illbefinealonereads · 5 years ago

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Today, the Don’t Read the Comments blog tour is stopping by illbefinealone reads. Keep scrolling to learn more about the book, as well as read an exclusive excerpt.

Don't Read the Comments Eric Smith On Sale Date: January 28, 2020 9781335016027, 1335016023 Hardcover $18.99 USD, $23.99 CAD Ages 13 And Up 368 pages

Slay meets Eliza and Her Monsters in Eric Smith’s Don't Read the Comments, an #ownvoices story in which two teen gamers find their virtual worlds—and blossoming romance—invaded by the real-world issues of trolling and doxing in the gaming community.

Divya Sharma is a queen. Or she is when she’s playing Reclaim the Sun, the year’s hottest online game. Divya—better known as popular streaming gamer D1V—regularly leads her #AngstArmada on quests through the game’s vast and gorgeous virtual universe. But for Divya, this is more than just a game. Out in the real world, she’s trading her rising-star status for sponsorships to help her struggling single mom pay the rent.

Gaming is basically Aaron Jericho’s entire life. Much to his mother’s frustration, Aaron has zero interest in becoming a doctor like her, and spends his free time writing games for a local developer. At least he can escape into Reclaim the Sun—and with a trillion worlds to explore, disappearing should be easy. But to his surprise, he somehow ends up on the same remote planet as celebrity gamer D1V.

At home, Divya and Aaron grapple with their problems alone, but in the game, they have each other to face infinite new worlds…and the growing legion of trolls populating them. Soon the virtual harassment seeps into reality when a group called the Vox Populi begin launching real-world doxxing campaigns, threatening Aaron’s dreams and Divya’s actual life. The online trolls think they can drive her out of the game, but everything and everyone Divya cares about is on the line…

And she isn’t going down without a fight.

Buy Links: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dont-Read-Comments-Eric-Smith/dp/1335016023 Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-read-the-comments-eric-smith/1131303425#/ Books-A-Million: https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Dont-Read-Comments/Eric-Smith/9781335016027?id=7715580291810 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/don-t-read-the-comments Indie Bound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781335016027 Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Eric_Smith_Don_t_Read_the_Comments?id=Go6PDwAAQBAJ

Eric Smith is an author, prolific book blogger, and literary agent from New Jersey, currently living in Philadelphia. Smith cohosts Book Riot’s newest podcast, HEY YA, with non-fiction YA author Kelly Jensen. He can regularly be found writing for Book Riot’s blog, as well as Barnes & Noble’s Teen Reads blog, Paste Magazine, and Publishing Crawl. Smith also has a growing Twitter platform of over 40,000 followers (@ericsmithrocks).

Author website: https://www.ericsmithrocks.com/ Twitter: @ericsmithrocks Instagram: @ericsmithrocks Facebook: @ericsmithwrites

Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary

Rating: 4/5 stars

Review: Don’t Read the Comments tackles some heavy subjects, cyber bullying as one of the main ones. But it’s done beautifully, and though the subject matter is that way, it didn’t make me feel heavy while I was reading it. Eric Smith does an absolutely marvelous job at writing from a first person female POV. His excellent writing style, as well as the pace that perfectly suited the story, made the book unputdownable. I really enjoyed the characters. They felt fresh as they were developed excellently. The dialogue is excellent, it felt natural and flowed really well. All of it put together kept the book feeling dynamic, and entertaining throughout. This is a read that you definitely shouldn’t skip.

Excerpt:

1 Divya

Mom. We’ve been over this. Don’t read the comments,” I say, sighing as my mother stares at me with her fretful deep-set eyes. They’re dark green, just like mine, and stand out against her soft brown skin. Wrinkle lines trail out from the corners like thin tree branches grown over a lifetime of worrying.

I wish I could wash away all of her worries, but I only seem to be causing her more lately.

“I’m just not comfortable with it anymore,” my mom counters. “I appreciate what you’re doing with…you know, your earnings or however that sponsor stuff works, but I can’t stand seeing what they’re saying about you on the Internet.”

“So don’t read the comments!” I exclaim, reaching out and taking her hands in mine. Her palms are weathered, like the pages of the books she moves around at the library, and I canfeel the creases in her skin as my fingers run over them. Bundles of multicolored bangles dangle from both of her wrists, clinking about lightly.

“How am I supposed to do that?” she asks, giving my hands a squeeze. “You’re my daughter. And they say such awful things. They don’t even know you. Breaks my heart.”

“What did I just say?” I ask, letting go of her hands, trying to give her my warmest it’s-going-to-be-okay smile. I know she only reads the blogs, the articles covering this and that, so she just sees the replies there, the sprawling comments—and not what people say on social media. Not what the trolls say about her. Because moms are the easiest target for those online monsters.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware of that sign in your room with your slogan regarding comments,” Mom scoffs, shaking her head and getting to her feet. She groans a little as she pushes herself off the tiny sofa, which sinks in too much. Not in the comfortable way a squishy couch might, but in a this-piece-of-furniture-needs-to-be-thrown-away-because-it’s-probably-doing-irreversible-damage-to-my-back-and-internal-organs kind of way. She stretches her back, one hand on her waist, and I make a mental note to check online for furniture sales at Target or Ikea once she heads to work.

“Oof, I must have slept on it wrong,” Mom mutters, turning to look at me. But I know better. She’s saying that for my benefit. The air mattress on her bed frame—in lieu of an actual mattress—isn’t doing her back any favors.

I’d better add a cheap mattress to my list of things to search for later. Anything is better than her sleeping on what our family used to go camping with.

Still, I force myself to nod and say, “Probably.” If Mom knew how easily I saw through this dance of ours, the way we pretend that things are okay while everything is falling apart around us, she’d only worry more.

Maybe she does know. Maybe that’s part of the dance.

I avert my gaze from hers and glance down at my watch. It’s the latest in smartwatch tech from Samsung, a beautiful little thing that connects to my phone and computer, controls the streaming box on our television… Hell, if we could afford smart lights in our apartment, it could handle those, too. It’s nearly 8:00 p.m., which means my Glitch subscribers will be tuning in for my scheduled gaming stream of Reclaim the Sun at any minute. A couple social media notifications start lighting up the edges of the little screen, but it isn’t the unread messages or the time that taunt me.

It’s the date.

The end of June is only a few days away, which means the rent is due. How can my mom stand here and talk about me getting rid of my Glitch channel when it’s bringing in just enough revenue to help cover the rent? To pay for groceries? When the products I’m sent to review or sponsored to wear—and then consequently sell—have been keeping us afloat with at least a little money to walk around with?

“I’m going to start looking for a second job,” Mom says, her tone defeated.

“Wait, what?” I look away from my watch and feel my heartbeat quicken. “But if you do that—”

“I can finish these summer classes another time. Maybe next year—”

“No. No way.” I shake my head and suck air in throughmy gritted teeth. She’s worked so hard for this. We’ve worked so hard for this. “You only have a few more classes!”

“I can’t let you keep doing this.” She gestures toward my room, where my computer is.

“And I can’t let you work yourself to death for… What? This tiny apartment, while that asshole doesn’t do a damn thing to—”

“Divya. Language,” she scolds, but her tone is undermined by a soft grin peeking in at the corner of her mouth. “He’s still your fath—”

“I’ll do my part,” I say resolutely, stopping her from saying that word. “I can deal with it. I want to. You will not give up going to school. If you do that, he wins. Besides, I’ve…got some gadgets I can sell this month.”

“I just… I don’t want you giving up on your dreams, so I can keep chasing mine. I’m the parent. What does all this say about me?” My mom exhales, and I catch her lip quivering just a little. Then she inhales sharply, burying whatever was about to surface, and I almost smile, as weird as that sounds. It’s just our way, you know?

Take the pain in. Bury it down deep.

“We’re a team.” I reach out and grasp her hands again, and she inhales quickly once more.

It’s in these quiet moments we have together, wrestling with these challenges, that the anger I feel—the rage over this small apartment that’s replaced our home, the overdrafts in our bank accounts, all the time I’ve given up—is replaced with something else.

With how proud I am of her, for starting over the way she has.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you.”

Deserve.

I feel my chest cave in a little at the word as I look again at the date on the beautiful display of this watch. I know I need to sell it. I know I do. The couch. That crappy mattress. My dwindling bank account. The upcoming bills.

The required sponsorship agreement to wear this watch in all my videos for a month, in exchange for keeping the watch, would be over in just a few days. I could easily get $500 for it on an auction site or maybe a little less at the used-electronics shop downtown. One means more money, but it also means having my address out there, which is something I avoid like the plague—though having friends like Rebekah mail the gadgets for me has proved a relatively safe way to do it. The other means less money, but the return is immediate, at least. Several of the employees there watch my stream, however, and conversations with them are often pretty awkward.

I’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, I’d get to keep this one thing. Isn’t that something I deserve? Between helping Mom with the rent while she finishes up school and pitching in for groceries and trying to put a little money aside for my own tuition in the fall at the community college… God, I’d at least earned this much, right?

The watch buzzes against my wrist, a pleasant feeling. As a text message flashes across the screen, I feel a pang of wonder and regret over how a display so small can still have a better resolution than the television in our living room.

THE GALAXY WAITS FOR NO ONE,

YOU READY D1V?

—COMMANDER (RE)BEKAH

I smile at the note from my producer-slash-best-friend, then look up as my mom makes her way toward the front door of our apartment, tossing a bag over her shoulder.

“I’ll be back around ten or so,” Mom says, soundingtired. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I always am,” I promise, walkingover to give her a hug. It’s sweet, her constant reminders to be careful, to check in, especially since all I generally do while she’s gone is hang out in front of the computer. But I get it. Even the Internet can be a dangerous place. The threats on social media and the emails that I get—all sent by anonymous trolls with untraceable accounts—are proof of that.

Still, as soon as the door closes, I bolt across the living room and into my small bedroom, which is basically just a bed, a tiny dresser, and my workstation. I’ve kept it simple since the move and my parents split.

The only thing that’s far from simple is my gaming rig.

When my Glitch stream hit critical mass at one hundred thousand subscribers about a year and a half ago, a gaming company was kind enough to sponsor my rig. It’s extravagant to the point of being comical, with bright neon-blue lighting pouring out the back of the system and a clear case that shows off the needless LED illumination. Like having shiny lights makes it go any faster. I never got it when dudes at my school put flashy lights on their cars, and I don’t get it any more on a computer.

But it was free, so I’m certainly not going to complain.

I shake the mouse to awaken the sleeping monster, and my widescreen LED monitor flashes to life. It’s one of those screens that bend toward the edges, the curves of the monitor bordering on sexy. I adjust my webcam, which—along with my beaten-up Ikea table that’s not even a desk—is one of the few non-sponsored things in my space. It’s an aging thing, but the resolution is still HD and flawless, so unless a free one is somehow going to drop into my lap—and it probably won’t, because you can’t show off a webcam in a digital stream or a recorded sponsored video when you’re filming with said camera—it’ll do the trick.

I navigate over to Glitch and open my streaming application. Almost immediately, Rebekah’s face pops up in a little window on the edge of my screen. I grin at the sight of her new hairstyle, her usually blond and spiky hair now dyed a brilliant shade of blood orange, a hue as vibrant as her personality. The sides of her head are buzzed, too, and the overall effect is awesome.

Rebekah smiles and waves at me. “You ready to explore the cosmos once more?” she asks, her voice bright in my computer’s speakers. I can hear her keys clicking loudly as she types, her hands making quick work of something on the other side of the screen. I open my mouth to say something, but she jumps in before I can. “Yes, yes, I’ll be on mute once we get in, shut up.”

I laugh and glance at myself in the mirror I’ve got attached to the side of my monitor with a long metal arm—an old bike mirror that I repurposed to make sure my makeup and hair are on point in these videos. Even though the streams are all about the games, there’s nothing wrong with looking a little cute, even if it’s just for myself. I run a finger over one of my eyebrows, smoothing it out, and make a note to tweeze them just a little bit later. I’ve got my mother’s strong brows,black and rebellious. We’re frequently in battle with one another, me armed with my tweezers, my eyebrows wielding their growing-faster-than-weeds genes.

“How much time do we have?” I ask, tilting my head back and forth.

“About five minutes. And you look fine, stop it,” she grumbles. I push the mirror away, the metal arm making a squeaking noise, and I see Rebekah roll her eyes. “You could just use a compact like a normal person, you know.”

“It’s vintage,” I say, leaning in toward my computer mic. “I’m being hip.”

“You. Hip.” She chuckles. “Please save the jokes for the stream. It’s good content.”

I flash her a scowl and load up my social feeds on the desktop, my watch still illuminating with notifications. I decide to leave them unchecked on the actual device and scope them out on the computer instead, so when people are watching, they can see the watch in action. That should score me some extra goodwill with sponsors, and maybe it’ll look like I’m more popular than people think I am.

Because that’s my life. Plenty of social notifications, but zero texts or missed calls.

The feeds are surprisingly calm this evening, a bundle of people posting about how excited they are for my upcoming stream, playing Reclaim the Sun on their own, curious to see what I’m finding… Not bad. There are a few dumpster-fire comments directed at the way I look and some racist remarks by people with no avatars, cowards who won’t show their faces, but nothing out of the usual.

Ah. Lovely. Someone wants me to wear less clothing in thisstream. Blocked. A link to someone promoting my upcoming appearance at New York GamesCon, nice. Retweeted. A post suggesting I wear a skimpier top, and someone agreeing. Charming. Blocked and blocked.

Why is it that the people who always leave the grossest, rudest, and occasionally sexist, racist, or religiously intolerant comments never seem to have an avatar connected to their social profiles? Hiding behind a blank profile picture? How brave. How courageous.

And never mind all the messages that I assume are supposed to be flirtatious, but are actually anything but. Real original, saying “hey” and that’s it, then spewing a bunch of foul-mouthed nonsense when they don’t get a response. Hey, anonymous bro, I’m not here to be sexualized by strangers on the Internet. It’s creepy and disgusting. Can’t I just have fun without being objectified?

“Div!” Rebekah shouts, and I jump in my seat a little.

“Yeah, hey, I’m here,” I mumble, looking around for my Bluetooth earpiece, trying to force myself into a better mood.

This is why you don’t read the comments, Divya.

#booklr #blog tour #don't read the comments #eric smith #ynaall #yna4 #contempall #contemp4 #out2020 #read2019

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uchhu · 7 years ago

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Looking for some advice

god this got long

I’m the president of an organization at my school, and I’m having some problems with one of the Vice Presidents (we have 2)

The whole business of the organization started last spring, which is how I met the vice president (Ill call her T), and we got along well, she was actually the person that I spent the most time with out of everyone and everything was going well.

Over the summer things stated getting bust for the five of us in charge of said organization (5 of us total, Me, T, another Vice President (A), Treasurer (B), and Secretary(C)). Events needed to be planned, budgets needed to be set, paperwork needed to be done, it got pretty stressful, especially for me because as President I had to go the extra mile to make sure everything was happening that needed to happen.

T has done several things that have not only added onto my stress, but have made me upset, and Im worried about how this is going to end.

Problematic things are as stated

1. B and I stayed up very late one night to but everyone into committees, everyone completed the forms we asked them, all but one girl who is closest to T, therefore B and I put her in whatever committee still needed people in them after we sorted everyone else. The next morning T asked me to put her friend in said committee, and when I told her it was full and that she didn't turn in the form she was supposed to, she made excuses and said that nobody in the committee wanted to be there, which I took seriously because again B and I spent a lot of time sorting everyone, and when I looked everyone who was in it explicitly asked to be put there on their form, T lied to me in hopes that it would convince me to put her friend in the committee

2. The five of us were supposed to have a meeting on skype to discuss event plans, everyone was there but T, she joined the call for 15 min then left to eat and sleep. The rest of us stayed on that call for a long time, and we didn't finish until about 2 am. During this call we came up with event ideas of the organization and we were each put in charge of pricing out an event. A and C spent a long time finding materials and pricing everything out for their event. A few days later T complained that she didn't get to have any input in what we were doing, and for the sake of getting things done A and C let her take over their event. This didn't sit well with me because she voluntarily left our meeting, the rest of us did what we needed to do, and now that it was convenient for her she just jumped back in and took over other peoples things, which I know she would be livid if someone did that to her, but A and C let it go, so I did too.

3. We decided that having out meeting on a school day made the most sense, since not everyone lives on campus it makes more sense for everyone to get together when we’re all here already right? T thinks otherwise, she wants us to have the meetings on Sundays, which makes no sense since that means other people will have to make an extra trip over here on the weekend. She insists that she remembers some people wanted Sunday meetings, I know this isnt true but just to humor her I ask if anyone wants to have them on Sundays, nobody but her wants Sunday meetings. The real reason shes pushing for Sunday is because shes busy during the week, so because SHES busy, she wants all of us to accommodate. Nah.

4. The five of us have another meeting to solidify the days of our events, the obvious first choice is Fridays, followed by Thursdays (Most classes are on MWF) and then Saturdays. T says that’s not a good idea, “people have tests on Thursdays”, read as “I have tests on Thursdays”, because how is she going to know when everyone else has tests. Fridays and Saturdays are bad too because “Some people go home on the weekend”. There are two types of people who go to this school, people that live here, hours away from their families, and people who are from the area who still live with their families, nobody is going on spontaneous trips home for the weekend, not to mention this stupid excuse contradicts her wanting Sunday meetings.

4. We have paperwork that needs to be signed by our adviser, T know our adviser better than anyone else among us because T did research with her over the summer, so we asked her to get with her to have it signed, T agrees to get it done. Today T sends me a text, to summarize, she doesn't want to meet with our adviser because she doesn't have time to do research this semester and doesn't want our adviser to ask her about it, so now shes trying to get me to do it. This is literally the only responsibility T has been given in months, and shes trying to push it off on me because she doesn't want to. I tell her I cant because I’m going to be busy for the rest of this week and next week, and she asks “You dont have any time at all to meet with her?”. I push back and tell her no, I just told you I didn't, if you dont have time to do research then TELL HER THAT and just get the paper signed, I did the rest of the paperwork by myself and I cant do it all alone

Im concerned because shes lied to me and, shown that she is not dependable, and she is self centered, going so far as to try to get the schedule of the entire organization to revolve around her availability, and I cant deal with all of that while trying to run this thing

Also concerned because all of these things piss me off, but I dont know how to bring it up to her that wont result in some kind of falling out, which is something I dont want because right now there’s only about 20 of us and if something goes wrong between us everyone will notice. But on the other hand I have a tendency to hold everything until I burst and that wont be pretty

So I just want some tips and/or advise on how to go about dealing with all of this while causing the least amount of damage.

#if you read all of this im sorry and thank you

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junker-town · 5 years ago

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10 best bets for over and under Vegas NFL win totals in 2019

It’s win total time! Our experts offer up their favorite overs and unders for 2019.

The NFL has wrapped up offseason workout programs, which means we are now awaiting training camp and the start of the road to Super Bowl 54.

The close of spring workouts means we know what rosters will mostly look like heading into training camp, what major injuries teams are dealing with before they put on pads, and how new additions are fitting in. Plenty will change in August, but for the time being, we have a good baseline to figure out which teams might be better than expected and which teams might be worse than expected.

With that in mind, it’s time to assess Vegas win totals for 2019. Oddsmakers set a number that is not about projecting how many games a team will win. Rather, they want a number that will get as close to even money bet on each side of the number. This puts them in a position to profit rather than sweat out an excessive liability.

We’ve posted the full list of Vegas win totals at the bottom, courtesy of the Westgate Superbook. The positive and negative numbers in parenthesis after the win total represent the cost to bet the over and under. For example, the Cardinals win total is five. The -130 represents the over (bet $130 to win $100) and the +100 represents the under (bet $100 to win $110). In this case, the over is favored. In comparison, the Ravens win total is set at 8.5 with the over at +105 and the under at -125. In this case, the under is favored.

SB Nation’s NFL staff have taken some time to run through the list and offer up their favorite over bet and their favorite under bet. Which over and under wagers do you like?

David Fucillo

Favorite over: Seahawks (8.5 wins)

How can you bet against Russell Wilson in his prime? In seven seasons, Wilson has led the Seahawks to double-digit wins six times, and nine wins in the other season. Past performance is not indicative of future returns, but whether backed by the Legion of Boom or dealing with a transition defense, Wilson has done everything asked of him to boost this Seahawks team.

Wilson has done this in spite of consistently lackluster offensive line play. We finally saw improvement from the line last season after Tom Cable was let go following the 2017 season. If the line continues to improve in 2019, this offense could provide considerable balance in the run and pass game.

The Seahawks’ defense is in transition following the departure of Earl Thomas and the trade of Frank Clark. The Seahawks are counting on big things from Tre Flowers and Shaquem Griffin, and will hope pass rusher Ezekiel Ansah can remain healthy. It’s not a great situation, but the defense should be able to at least avoid taking on water. And with Wilson at quarterback, that is enough to keep this team above .500.

The Raiders over six wins is intriguing as they move from completely ugly rebuild to roster infused with talent. They’re not a strong playoff contender by any means, but seven wins is very possible. The Texans over 8.5 wins is another interesting one. That offensive line has serious questions and they lost some key cogs on defense, but even with a regression from 11 wins, there’s some value at +130.

Favorite under: Saints (10.5 wins)

Drew Brees could easily turn this thing on its ear, but I’m not high on Brees in 2019. I think he’ll start out fine, but last season’s second-half struggles are not an anomaly. I suspect he hits the wall this year and things go worse in the second half than they did last year.

Brees will not be helped by the departures of Max Unger (retirement) and Mark Ingram (free agency). Second-round pick Erik McCoy should plug in at starting center, but if he struggles his rookie year, the Saints’ offensive line could be in trouble. Even with a stacked defense, this offense has a lot of question marks.

The Saints open the season at home against the Texans, on the road against the Rams and Seahawks, and then at home against the Cowboys. 1-3 out of the gate is not entirely out of the question. 10.5 wins provides a nice cushion because ten wins would not be a surprise for this team, but they have enough hurdles that any higher just seems like too much.

The Rams are another team at 10.5 wins that I’m inclined to bet the under. They’re a solid team and will probably win the NFC West, but regression to a 10-win season makes a lot of sense.

Christian D’Andrea

Favorite over: Raiders (6 wins)

Last year’s Oakland team was in the middle of a rebuild. The Raiders had a historically inept pass rush, a porous offensive line that allowed Derek Carr to be sacked 20 more times in a season that he ever had before, and their top wide receivers were a 33-year-old Jordy Nelson and Seth Roberts.

That team still won four games.

This past offseason, Jon Gruden put together one of the league’s biggest hauls. He got defensive help through his war chest of draft picks with Clelin Ferrell, Jonathan Abrams, and Trayvon Mullen, and in free agency by adding LaMarcus Joyner, Nevin Lawson, and Vontaze Burfict — the last of whom is somehow only 28 years old. He beefed up his blocking by making Trent Brown the highest-paid right tackle the world has ever seen. He made his receiving corps one of the best in the league, headlined by Antonio Brown.

And yet the over/under fulcrum for the club is only six wins. Yes, the AFC West brings a brutal schedule and there’s always the chance Gruden’s return to the sideline fails spectacularly, but this is a team that’s improved its station in the league by more than just two wins.

The Buffalo Bills, who surrounded Josh Allen with talent this offseason, could also be a solid over at seven wins. And the Panthers, who do great things in odd-numbered years and terrible things in even ones, seem low at 7.5 as well.

Favorite under: Giants (6 wins)

Last year’s Giants team won five games, then traded away Odell Beckham and Olivier Vernon while burning a top-six draft pick on lesser Eli clone Daniel Jones.

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There’s a solid chance Jones, a zero-time All-ACC passer who averaged 6.2 yards per attempt as a college quarterback, plays significant snaps as a rookie against actual NFL defenses. Bless you, Saquon Barkley, but this team isn’t getting any better in 2019.

I could also be swayed on an aging Joe Flacco and the rising tide of the AFC West keeping the Broncos from hitting their seven-win push. And the Saints at 10.5 wins after Drew Brees’ iffy finish to what started as an MVP-caliber 2018 season also presents some room for concern.

Charles McDonald

Favorite over: Panthers (7.5 wins)

A lot of this hinges on the health of Cam Newton, but the Panthers sneakily might have a top 10 defense this year.

Luke Kuechly, Kawann Short, and Shaq Thompson were already a formidable front seven trio. Then they added Brian Burns in the draft and recently signed Gerald McCoy, which should give them tons of room to be creative on defense. If James Bradberry and Donte Jackson continue to progress, they’ll have a fantastic cornerback duo to pair with that stacked front.

Their offense has a handful of young players that are poised to take a step as well. Christian McCaffrey has already established himself as one of the best running backs in the league. Curtis Samuel and D.J. Moore can be a lethal, young wide receiver duo as well.

Their offensive line has a few questions, but they were able to sustain a good offense last year with that unit before Cam Newton started struggling with his shoulder injury.

If Newton can stay healthy, this is a team that has a legitimate chance to win the NFC South with the additions they’ve made on defense. That’s a huge variable, but I’m comfortable hitting the over on 7.5 wins for the Panthers squad.

Favorite under: Raiders (6 wins)

Yes, the Raiders offense is improved this year. Adding Antonio Brown and Tyrell Williams will help Derek Carr and Jon Gruden in a big way, but I’m still down on the Raiders for two reasons this year.

Their defense and their schedule.

After the Raiders season opener against the Broncos, they play the Chiefs, the Vikings, the Bears in London, and the Colts before their bye. Then they head to Green Bay and Houston in Weeks 7 and 8. To close the season, they travel to Kansas City, play the Titans and Jaguars at home, and then play the Chargers in Week 16.

PHEW.

Their offense might be equipped to battle with those teams now, but their defense is still far away from being a real contender. They had the worst defense in the league last year and now they’re relying on a lot of young guys to step up and be legitimate contributors for them.

If — and it’s a big if — they nailed their 2019 draft class and get meaningful contributions from Clelin Ferrell, Johnathan Abram, and Maxx Crosby they have a chance to field an average defense.

They’re just too far away on defense with a grueling schedule for me to really believe in them.

Adam Stites

Favorite over: Lions (6.5 wins)

Year one of the Matt Patricia era was pretty underwhelming for the Lions. The offense regressed from No. 7 in points scored in 2017 to No. 25 a year later. That negated improvement by the Detroit defense and the team finished last in the NFC North at 6-10.

To cash in on the over, the Lions only need to win one more game in 2019. So the question to ask is “Did the Lions got better at all during the offseason?” I’d posit that, yes, they did.

First and foremost, Matthew Stafford will presumably be playing without the back fractures that caused him issues in 2018. After three straight seasons with a passer rating over 90, Stafford came in just under that mark in 2018, despite the NFL average passer rating climbing from 86.9 to 92.9. If he’s healthy and playing more like his usual self, Stafford should put up much better numbers -- especially now that he has top 10 draft pick T.J. Hockenson at tight end.

If the defense is still above average under Patricia’s coaching — which should only be helped by the addition of Trey Flowers — there seems a solid chance the Lions improve by at least one win.

Favorite under: Rams (10.5 wins)

Eleven wins is a lot of wins. So even if the Rams are good — and they probably will be — they could have a winning season and still come up short of the oddsmakers’ win total.

Last year, Los Angeles was an offensive juggernaut and rode 32.9 points per game to a spot in the Super Bowl. That’ll be a hard standard to replicate in 2019 — especially when the offseason was mostly about mitigating losses.

Ndamukong Suh, Lamarcus Joyner, Rodger Saffold, C.J. Anderson, and Mark Barron all left in free agency. A couple spots on the defense were filled by the additions of Eric Weddle and Clay Matthews, but both are in the twilight of their career. The 2019 NFL Draft didn’t give the Rams much either, because the team’s first pick didn’t happen until No. 61 overall.

There’s also a lengthy history of teams that lose in the Super Bowl struggling to recreate their success a year later. A recent example was the Carolina Panthers who had a 15-1 season that ended with a loss in Super Bowl 50 in February 2016. In the following season, the Panthers finished 6-10.

The Rams might be ripe for at least a little regression.

James Brady

Favorite over: Bengals (6 wins)

Despite replacing Marvin Lewis as head coach, the Bengals aren’t in rebuilding mode. They still believe that they have the pieces to win football games, and I’m right there with them. I think Andy Dalton is good enough to actually do damage in the playoffs and think his supporting cast is good enough to eclipse six wins.

Personally, I don’t think the AFC North is going to be all that impressive this season. The Browns could come out and do some serious damage as many think they might, but I see the Ravens being a very inconsistent team and the Steelers are very good at being completely unpredictable. The Bengals should win at least three of those divisional games, perhaps more.

Dalton, A.J. Green, Tyler Eifert, and Joe Mixon will win six games, at least.

Favorite under: Colts (10 wins)

In that same vein, I don’t think the Colts are going to be as good as advertised. It seems like Andrew Luck is fully back and for that I think they’ll be a good team, but other than the addition of Justin Houston, I just don’t see a roster that’s going to put up 10 wins. The draft class didn’t do much for me.

Their lone saving grace, other than a generally decent roster, is that they play in a pretty spotty division overall. Perhaps this will be my one pick that gets “exposed” later on — I’m just not a believer in what the Colts got going on.

Here’s where each team’s win total stands right:

Arizona Cardinals: 5 (-130, +110) Atlanta Falcons: 8.5 (-130, +110) Baltimore Ravens: 8.5 (+105, -125) Buffalo Bills: 7 (-130, +110) Carolina Panthers: 7.5 (-135, +115) Chicago Bears: 9 (-130, +110) Cincinnati Bengals: 6 (-120, Even) Cleveland Browns: 9 (-130, +110) Dallas Cowboys: 9 (Even, -120) Denver Broncos: 7 (-120, Even) Detroit Lions: 6.5 (-140, +120) Green Bay Packers: 9 (-120, Even) Houston Texans: 8.5 (+130, -150) Indianapolis Colts: 10 (+130, -150) Jacksonville Jaguars: 8 (+115, -135) Kansas City Chiefs: 10.5 (+130, -150) Los Angeles Chargers: 9.5 (-140, +120) Los Angeles Rams: 10.5 (+120, -140) Miami Dolphins: 5 (Even, -120) Minnesota Vikings: 9 (-110, -110) New England Patriots: 11 (-140, +120) New Orleans Saints: 10.5 (+120, -140) New York Giants: 6 (+110, -130) New York Jets: 7.5 (-110, -110) Oakland Raiders: 6 (-130, +110) Philadelphia Eagles: 10 (+105, -125) Pittsburgh Steelers: 9 (-125, +105) San Francisco 49ers: 8 (-110, -110) Seattle Seahawks: 8.5 (-140, +120) Tampa Bay Buccaneers: 6.5 (Even, -120) Tennessee Titans: 8 (+110, -130) Washington: 6.5 (+120, -140)

For a more in-depth look, check out out breakdowns by division:

AFC East AFC North AFC South AFC West NFC East NFC North NFC South NFC West

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