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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 4 months

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Qna Answers!

Ever since you mentioned that you do darker art besides stardew I've been super curious! Is there anywhere we can follow your work?

NOPE! this is more or less the first time I had much of a social media presence, I did make an Instagram when I was around 12 but I lost the password to it, and honestly... It's best I never find it...BUT I would like to post my other art somewhere! Let me know what social media I should use If you have ideas and I'll go make one! :D

I could use Instagram again but I haven't heard too many great things since I left.

What’s your favorite thing about Stardew? Do you have any other games you’d like to make comics about?

I love the fishing and mining aspect of the game! that and the mini-games. You'd think it be the socializing aspect with what I make but there's just something satisfying about making progress in the mines or getting that impossible to catch fish.

I don't usually have a lot of money to spend on games so I tend to go indie but I also never expected to be making art about Stardew so not really. If I like the characters, I might make comics about them but this is the first time I've done comics about games ever so maybe in the future.

Who is your least favorite bachelor and bachelorette

This was a really hard question to answer, I don't have a least favorite bachelor or bachelorette, I just have favorites. The main reason why is because I've either met people who are like the bachelor's or I can relate to them on a personal level so it's hard for me to dislike anyone BUT THATS A COP OUT ANSWER so I really pushed myself to find something to not like.

I'm gonna get torched but Elliot- gifts are super expensive to get, I know I can just give neural gifts but it's a bad habit of mine of going for the loved gifts and my guys got EXPENSIVE tastes or gifts that aren't easy to get BUT It fits his character as it implies he came from a more luxurious lifestyle. (if the Victorian clothing wasn't a big enough hint) but again, I don't dislike him, he has a lot of comedic potential!

I'm gonna get MURDERD for this one, Leah- I CAN NEVER FIND HER. Her pathing and my pathing NEVER collide and I keep forgetting she goes to the beach to draw sometimes so I never go there and I go to the wiki to find where in the WORLD she is at and 99% of the time is in the cortege but I can't get to her because I don't have 2 hearts yet because I don't run into her unless I remember to look in the saloon IF shes there BUT again, I do not dislike her...I dislike her pathing and that's on me for not thinking ahead. Plus this problem goes away once I DO have 2 hearts.

Whats your favorite crop and who’s your favorite bachelorette?

Coffee! (gee what a surprise 😅) I just love it when I can get one seed, grow it, and then harvest it and multiply my coffee crops by a huge amount! It's not worth much but it's just a satisfying crop to have.

Maru- not exactly a popular pic but I had a lot of friends who were 10X smarter than me growing up so Maru just naturally reminds me a lot of my closest friends, THAT and she's easy for me to bump into in the clinic.

(I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 💀 but I think it said-) What software do you youse and what do you recommend?

I use Krita, and couldn't recommend it more! (scroll down more to the archive and there are more details about it)

and a UGEE tablet BUT I got it as a free gift. So far I haven't had to replace it yet and has lasted a good amount of time (my old ones lasted a year until I had to replace it) so Idk if I can recommend it and it's kinda expensive. (for me anyway) I'm honestly dreading the day something happens to it and I have to get it replaced :(

It costs about $60usd right now

Question Archive! - stuff I was asked before here for you to find :D

(some of it, the rest is tagged with #ask)

Whats your chickens name (the chicken in your pfp)?

Tudee-chi or Tudee for short!

Got any advice for perfection?

This website apparently! That and the Stardew Wiki

Okay I have to ask: favorite Bachelors and Bachelorettes?

Alright! Here's a tier list from Favorate to I'm chill with them!

Do you think that the male and female farmer can co-exist as a pair of chaotic twin siblings with joint ownership of the farm?

And I don't see why not! It's more fun that way

Sorry to bother, but can i ask what you use to draw?

Not a bother at all! I love answering questions!!! I use Krita

Who is your favorite stardew Bachelor?

Harvey! and for the dumbest reasons...Harvey ended up being my favorite bachelor for 2 main reasons

Sorry to bother but do you happen to have any tips/advice on drawing bodies and heads??

I ABSOLUTELY DO!!! it's no bother at all

What you need to keep in mind is that a lot of my advice is a suggestion and what I'm comfortable with-

For the future, this will be a question archive of things I'm asked to keep it easy to find once the Mega pin post is ready!

#stardew valley #sdv #ask #Thank you for the questions!

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together.

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blurb: Harry and Model Y/N do their first ever interview together on the Late Late Show with James Corden and they play "Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts".

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I loved this concept SO much!!! And I really hope you guys like it too. Thank you anon for requesting this😍😍😍

The Late Late Show with James Corden producers called you and Harry trying to book you both to be on the show and to an interview together. You have to admit it that you got nervous; of course you had been through tons of interviews before but to do a double interview with Harry is a whole new level. You both are really private about your relationship and it's kinda rare to actually see one of you talking details of it, and it also had something to do about the larries fans. You were really concerned about them, you never want to disrespect them or even upset them in some way, even though some of them made fun of your relationship, they're still Harry's fans and you respect all of his fans without exception. But anyway, after a lot of talking between your management and between both of you too, you agreed to go and also felt a lot more comfortable because it was going to be with James, that was already friends of you guys.

It was set up that you both will be playing a game in the show called ''Spill your guts or fill your guts'', which actually worried you a little because of the hard questions but besides that, you were really calm, Harry made you calm. He was so great at calming you, I think it's the fact that those past 2 years you both had been through ups and downs and you got quite great at calming each other. And by the way, your man looked SO nice! You were kinda matching actually, as you both were wearing grey. You were in a grey suit and Harry had a grey sweater on looking stunning.

James called both of you on stage and you entered smiling and waving to the crowd as yoi walked towards James's direction. Harry gave him a big hug and you followed by hugging James as well. You both sat in the couch besides James's desk as the crowd got more silenced.

— It's so great to have you here! — James said to you both as he sat down on his chair — Honestly, I really thought you wouldn't accept!

— Oh, Y/N didn't want to! — Harry said quickly making you give him a slightly slap on his arm — Sorry, we had to discuss it! — Harry corrected himself making the crowd and James laugh.

— I never said I didn't want to! I said WE HAD to discuss it! — You corrected him making an emphasis on the ''we had''.

— Alright that's acceptable! Anyway — James looked at the papers on his hand and then back at you — How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven't seen you both in months because you always disappear!

— We've been good! — Harry said while playing with his rings in his hand. You crossed your legs as James stared at you. You couldn't help but start laughing a little because he was fixedly looking at you at that made you a little nervous!

— Yeah, we're pretty good! It's been a nice year! — You answered honestly — And we don't disappear! We just... I mean, I feel like there are times when we actually kinda get away from the world a bit. I truly don't know why. We just focus on spending some quality time together as a couple because we both work so much and we spend a lot of time traveling so it's something really important to keep the relationship stable. And we do it specially in the begging of the year, because that's when we celebrate our anniversary, so I guess it's just a habit that we have to disconnect and enjoy our time together so we can just focus on us and what we expect from the relationship on the following year. And it's the best time to do it because the holidays just happened and he have a little no work time to really be just us.

— Oh right! And how long have you been together by the way? — James asked, he actually knew the answer of that because you're all pretty great friends and you and Harry actually hangs out a lot with James and his wife.

— It's been two years now! — You answered.

— Yeah, it's been a bit now! — Harry completed.

— Oh so, you both weren't dating on the VS Show 2017? Because there were a lot of rumors by the end of the show! — James asked.

— We were not! We actually met at the VS, we took a long time to actually start dating, we started dating in early january 2018, I guess — Harry answered as he slided his hand on his perfectly styled hair.

— Oh, I see... And do you guys plan the future? — James asked making you and Harry exchange looks while smiling at each other — Oh, I like that look... Marriage? Kids? We ALL want to know!

— I mean... yeah! It's almost impossible to be this long in a relationship and not plan it! — Harry said — And I feel like we enjoy a lot of the time we spent together, it's been quite a journey and it's nice to have someone that you really care about and you want to have a future with by your side at some of the most important moments of your life, but I think we both agree that we still have a lot of things to experience before taking this step, you know, the marriage step. But yeah, I can't wait for a time when this is going to be a thing for us! I'd marry her in a heart beat and she knows it! — Harry said. He looked focused while talking but as soon as he felt your gaze towards him, he blushed and started smiling like a little boy who just got his favorite candy.

— So, you won't pop the question anytime soon? — James asked teasing Harry about his reaction over your gaze. As James were close friends with you guys, he knew how much you loved each other and actually everyone could see how Harry kisses the floor you walk by. He is head over heels for you and he melted anytime your hand touched him and anytime you smiled or even looked at him. Everyone who was close to you guys would know that you're the one for him and he's the one for him.

— I mean... — Harry had a cheeky smile on his lips — Who knows.. The year is just starting, 2020 it's a new year!

— And what's your thoughts on that, Y/N? — James asked looking at your blushed and smiley face.

— I agree with whatever he said! I was actually too distracted admiring his beauty to hear what he said. — You joked making Harry blush even more. You were head over heels about his man and this man only, totally in love with him.

— Alright so, on the next block we'll "Spill your guts or fill your guts'' where you'll see Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N answering the most crazy questions! We'll be right back! — James said to the camera that stopped filming immediately. You both stand up and walked with James to the other spot in the stage where the game was set up. It was a big rounded table with some of the most disgusting things you've ever saw and smelled. Apparently James wasn't going to play with both of you, but you could also see there was bull penis, cod sperm, chocolate cockroaches, hot sauce, 1.000 year old eggnod and banana smoothie in the table. But anyway, you just chatted with Harry and James until it was time to start shooting again.

— So, we're back, and we're about to start playing ''Spill your guts or fill your guts''. — Harry said as the camera started filming again — And apparently, I'm going to host this part, unless you want to? — Harry asked looking at you across the table.

— No, you can do it! — You answered as you sat straight in the chair looking at the things in the table — I'm nervous I've never done this before.

— Oh yeah, you've never done it! Well that's exciting! — Harry said before letting a small evil laugh leave his lips making you laugh as well and roll your eyes — Ladies first! — Harry said and you took a deep breath before taking a paper card in your hands. — So what am I eating? — Harry said as you both looked to the table.

— I guess...hum.. you can stay with the hot sauce! — You said cheeky smiling at him spinning the table to put the hot sauce in front of him.

— You know how much I hate hot sauce! — Harry said frustated while looking at the sauce.

— I know! — You said right before you whispered a low ''oh god'' before reading the paper — I love this! — You said laughing a little — Alright, Harry explain to the world the meaning of ''Watermelon Sugar'' — You said laughing as you watched Harry's face goes red when he listens to what you asked.

— Well... — He took a deep breath before laughing a little. He's face went completly red as he thought of explaining it — I guess it's about, hum.. Giving pleasure...to your significant other...hm.. by eating a watermelon! — He said pausing a little containing his laugh. Of course everyone knew the real meaning of Watermelon Sugar but neither of you had ever actually defined it with the exact words about the meaning.

— Alright! That was good!...Very convincing! — You looked at him with a slightly mocking expression as you saw Harry trying to decide on what he's gonna make you try.

— Let's go with the banana smoothie! — Harry said with a huge malicious smile on his lips.

— No fucking way! — You said immediately. Harry knew how much you hated banana, actually you'd rather die than eating a banana, so he just laughs — Harry...

— It's a game! You gave me the hot sauce, I'll give you the banana smoothie! — He said and you tried your best to do your pity face, even with the doggy eyes basically begging for him to chose everything else except the banana smoothie. — Alright, alright — Harry sighed making you smile as he now changed the banana smoothie to the bull penis. It was bad, but way better than banana. Harry got a paper card and laughed a little when he read what was written — You're one of the most notable supermodels on your generation and also are friends with some of the greatest models from your time. Rate Kendall, Gigi and Bella to best to the worst catwalks.

— Oh god! — You covered your face with your hands making Harry laughs out loud. You looked at the bull penis quietly and then at Harry again — I feel like I could answer, right?

— I feel like I could answer! — Harry completed putting an emphasis on the ''I could'' making you laugh and then slide your right hand through your hair.

— We've talked about this before, I know, but it was a healthy gossip between a couple... — You said staring at Harry's face thinking — I'd say... — You started but then stopped as the crowd cheered a bit.

— Just eat the penis! — Harry says quickly after letting out a long breath and making you laugh a little by the controversing of the words of your easily jealous boyfriend.

— If I might say, I'm very surprised you're asking me to eat another penis! — You answered quickly seeing Harry's eyes widen at you as he had a big smile on his face.

— I mean, it's just bull penis! — He said and you just agreed looking at the penis again — I mean, I could help you answer this.. Blink twice if the worst one is...

— I'M EATING THE PENIS! — You shouted getting one of them in your hand and just throwing it in your mouth chewing it slowing with a very ugly face because you knew Harry would actually say it, he can be the next gossip girl. — This is disgusting! This is probably the worst thing I've ever putted on my mouth.

— That's funny I thought you liked a penis in your mouth! — Harry said lowly making you literally choke and spit the bull penis in the small bucket you had in your hand and then drinking water as you tried to contain your laugh — But I mean, how much horrible things have you ever put on your mouth, right?

— That's not the point! Focus on the game! — You said as you looked through the rest of the things in the table — As I ate the penis, I'll give you the cod sperm so we can match later. — You said positioning the cod sperm in front of him — Actually, how did they got the sperm out of the cod? — You asked and Harry laugh looking at it as he said he had no idea. You picked another paper card and let out a loud laugh — I LOVE this game! Between Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn, rank their solo careers to best to... — You laugh at the exact moment Harry covered his forehead with his head. He got the napkin beside him and wrapped it around his neck, then he got the fork with the cod sperm and stared at it quietly.

— Just put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't look at it! — You said innocently making the crowd laugh and Harry to look at you with a mocking expression while trying to contain his smile.

— Right, because ''don't look at it, just swallow'' fixes everything. What are you gonna tell me now? Should I spit or should I swallow? — Harry joked making you laugh realizing what you actually said.

— I mean, I'd swallow it! — You said joking back while holding back your laugh. Even though you were actually shy, you and Harry were used to always making sexual jokes so it was normal to you, and very funny too as you'd do it all the time. But Harry did as you said and threw it in his mouth, but he spit on the bucket beside him. It was your time again and he chose the chocolate Cockroaches and read the last question.

— Who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs? — Harry asked making you smile thinking if you should tell it or not even though you knew exactly who it was and so did Harry. You'd always tell each other when someone flirted with you because this helped a lot to deal with all the being extremaly jealous story — WHO IS HE? — Harry joked making you let out a laugh.

— I mean.. I'd say you, for sure! I was really surprised! — You said making him smile because even though he knew you were very excited when he answered your DM, he was definetly not the most surprising celeb to slide into your DMS but he accepted the answer either way.

— Alright, this was fun! — Harry said finishing the game and then the camera came back to James and the new guest of the show.

You and Harry left the studio of The Late Late Show in NYC and grabbed dinner at a french restaurant in the city exactly like you both said you'd do in the end of the night. In the restaurant, you basically talked about the game and how fun it was to do this together and how much you loved going through new experiences together and how much you wanted to see what the future will bring to both of you, because even though the future was uncertain, you both had 100% of certain you wanted to spend it together.

#hwrryscherry #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #harry x reader #HARRYxMODELY/N

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thatstupidpotato · 3 years

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POSSESSIVE MUCH // Katuski Bakugou//

synopsis: after being able to tolerate and date each other for a full three years, both the bakusquad and dekusquad decide to celebrate their last few days together:)

warnings: possessive y/n and curse words :)

this is my first time in tumblr:) and english is not my first language so i am sorry for all the errors:' anywayy i hope you enjoyy:)

cr: to the owner of the masterpiece:)

"Do you think he will ever man up?" Kirishima says as he looks at his friend blushing profoundly at his crush while screaming death threats at her at the same time and she looks as equally pissed and flustered. "Man it is giving me real headache seeing how oblivious they are about their feelings for each other." Kaminari frowns as Bakugou raises his hands ready to blow his crush' face off. Now this was some free shit fucked up romance the bakusquad got to witness every day and if i am being honest? they would pay a thousand million dollar just to get away from them. For this shit show to end. For maybe Bakugou to man up and confess his feelings or for y/n to women up and do something about hers as Kirishima says. " Dang it mann i cannot see this anymore.... i will have to get myself involved now." Everybody looks at Mina for a split second and then looks back at the duo... currently Bakugou was desperately trying to push y/n away from him as she was very harshly pulling on his hair and kickin his legs. They could see a panicked Midoriya and Uraraka trying to prey their friend of off a very desperate explosive time bomb and Ilda telling them that if they don't stop fighting then he'd have to go get Aizawa sensei while doing his usual air chopping gesture. At the very mention of their teacher both the mentally frustrated teenagers quickly push themselves away from each other. They glare at each other as Midoriya pulls y/n by her wrist and while Bakugou makes his way towards his friends.

Bakugou scowls as he sits next to Kirishima and snatches his water and gulps everything down. " So now do YOU want our help or do you still think that you got it?" Sero smugly askes as Bakugou glares at him. Not directly being able to say he wants help Bakugou starts mumbling under his breath. "Bakubro you need to tell us to help you so we can actually help you and clearly you need help dude. You don't got this at all." Kiri can't help but laugh remembering the situation his friend was in a few moments ago. "Fine i need your help"

Y/n grunts as she sits down in a chair somewhere far away from the boy and his group of friends whoes hair she just nearly ripped of off. "Why? i just need to know why you would treat the person you like like that. You just nearly made him go bald y/n?!?!" Now Uraraka was a very sweet and patient girl but seeing the way they treated each other was surely gonna be the last straw to her patience as well. "It's not me this time!! That piece of shit started it!" y/n points an accusing finger at Bakugou's direction. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU POINTING A FINGER AT ME HUH YOU WORTHLESS BITCH?!!?!" "SEE!!" This was going to be way more harder than they thought.

This was reallyy not that hard at all. And it was hard to believe at first but Bakugou being the desperate hot-head desperately trying to get his crush to actually like him back and not rip his hair was willingly cooperative. And y/n being a bold bitch that she was, she also willingly obeyed to everything her friends said. And now that leads to this current situation. Kirishima had briefly explained Bakugou what he was suppose to do and not do. Now he was patiently waiting for the girl to show up. Y/n on the other hand was ready to rip Bakugou's limps off his nicely built body. So apparently y/n was not willing to get out of her bed so Uraraka might have told her that Bakugou beat the shit out of Midoriya... well now that was chaos.

Let's not discuss in details how they both nearly killed each other. Just as y/n entered the room, Bakugou was ready to be sweet and cringe for the very first and the last time in his life but nah-uh. Y/n pounced on his and tackled him down. That was the last thing he expected to happen and this is Bakugou we are talking about so of course he fought back. Both dekusquad and bakusquad could only watch in pain as they once again indulged in a physical fight.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH?!"

"YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IZUKU YOU MOTHERFUCKING FUCKED UP PIECE OF SHIT!!"

"WHAT THE HELL YA TALKIN' BOUT?? I NEVER TOUCHED THAT DAMN NERD!!"

and just like that Bakugou understood what the hell was happening. This came as a shock to everyone but before y/n could say anything else, Bakugou quickly ran up to y/n and put his lips on hers. Luckly Kaminari got everything on camera:)

So now here they were a few years later. They had just recently graduated and to celebrate their hard work they all had decided to go out. They were all at some club and y/n was tired of glaring at the damn fucking hoes who were shamelessly eye fucking her boyfriend. And Bakugou? oh boy he enjoyed watching his girlfriend shoot daggers at each and every girl who laid their eyes on him. "I have a very bad feeling about this guys..." Midoriya wasn't very wrong about that. If this continued for any longer you bet your ass y/n was gonna flip out and no one could stop her... "Midoriya chill out bro. I'm sure nothing will happen right... right Y/n???!!" Every inch of Kirishima shivered at the look on y/n's face.

"Ohh hoo i can't promise anything to you right now Kiri." y/n had this creepy smile and her brows were frowned as a group of girls make their way toward them. Each of them sitting in between one of the boys. These bitches be blind. And then they openly started flirting making everyone in the table uncomfortable and making y/n more annoyed.

slut flirting with Katsu - "hey there hot stuff. I am Britney and you are?" she got no answer back as Bakugou ignored her and foucsed on how y/n eyebrows were furrow real hard and she had a disgusted look on her face. Was this slut really doing this? they paid no damn attention as all the fucking sluts desperately tried flirting.

Y/n glances at Midoriya and see that the slut was now clinging onto him and how he couldn't do anything to prey her of off him and poor Uraraka looked in pain as the girl ignored her attempts to get her to get off her friend. Y/n flinched when that slut pushed Uraraka making her stumble a little, Kirishima caching her before she fell. Ok so that's it you bitch.

"Hey you bitch you just pushed my friend and i don't know what the hell you and your little slut friends are doing here because nunna us want any of you here. You're making all of my friends uncomfortable so leave before this takes a bad turn." to say that the slut girl looked a little scared was understandable. After all y/n did have a bad temper so everyone tried their best to stay at her good side. She slowly let go of Midoriya and he look really relieved. That slut girl looked at the girl behind y/n. The one that has been eye fucking Bakugou the moment he stepped his foot inside that club. Ok so everyone was holding their breath no one saying anything, too scared to speak. All the slut girls stopped doing their shit and just started at y/n who turned around and looked at the 'Britney' slut. Now Britney was not one to get scared easily it seems. Bitch looked y/n up and down before rolling her eyes at her and turning her attention at Bakugou again. "So tell me moree about yourself ~"

And what did Bakugou do? He stared her in the face real hard. Like a blank face just started at her. Britney flinched a little before shifting uncomfortably. Oh ho did that bitch get an idea on how to get into his pants. Britney slowly turned toward Bakugou and crossed her legs, he dress moving up just a little bit more. She put one hand on her lap while the other one lifts her glass as she takes a sip of her drink. So now i think what she wanted to do was make it look sexy? but did it? nah-uh. Everyone made a disgusted face at her attempt. By now the people around their table had their attention turned to them as well. Y/n was trying really hard to keep her anger at bay. After all they were gonna be heroes so they had to have a nice reputation and y/n didn't wanna drag the others with her. "Britney? honey? i don't really know what you think of yourself but right now not only me but everyone here can see how dumb and a little slut you look like. So if you don't wanna humiliate yourself anymore, my advice? You turn around and you leave." and then y/n gave her a sarcastic smile. Britney looked around and saw that now half of the people were looking at her. Oh honey Britney wasn't going down without a fight. She smirks smugly at y/n " I am sorry? but who are you again. You don't look that important to me." yes now she had done the it. Everyone looked prepare to hold y/n back. Y/n once again laughs sarcastically before slowly walking up to her. "You just had to do it didn't you Britney? you don't realise who you messing with bitch. But let me tell you loud and clear. You know the boy who you've been eye fucking all this time? yeah i am his girlfriend and i am far more important than you will ever be." y/n leans down to her eye level, starting her right in the eye and she could see how embarrassed she looked. Right now? y/n really didn't care about their reputation. She had crossed the line. And honestly? i think it'd be humiliating for her to just walk away from Britney. She just looked down on the future hero so of course she had to do something right? Y/n stands up straight and everyone sighs a breath of relief because she's not gonna beat that bitch up so now they could leave without anyone getting hurt. But that's not all was it? y/n picks up Britney drink more like snatches it from her hands before examining it properly and pouring it on her. Everyone gaps before laughing at her. Britney looks at Y/n with so much rage and y/n just smirks at her. Britney stands up ready to throw a fist at her. But before she could even take a step Bakugou stands up and pulls y/n towards her before crashing his lips on hers. Y/n kisses back. Their lips moving together in sync. Bakugou licks her bottom lip before sucking on them hard making y/n gaps at the painful pleasure. Bakugou shoves his tongue inside her mouth, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He pulls her closer to him as his hands travels down to her ass, squeezing it hard making y/n bite on his tongue as hee hand tugs on his hair harder making Bakugou grunt. Yes they were having a full on make out session in the middle of a club and everyone was looking at them in shock. Britney looked more than humiliated as she stool still. Her drink making her hair and clothes sticky as she stares at the couple making out. She could hear a few snickers directed at her. Bakugou pulls away first looking at her with his eyes all soft and whipped as he smiles softly at her. Pecking her lips hardly one last time, he smugly looks at that Britney bitch as his hands stay around his girlfriend. Did you really think he was gonna waste his breath on her? no.

Bakugou smirks at Britney, his hands dropping down to intertwine with his girlfriend.

"Come on babe filthy whores don't deserve this much attention. You're just wasting your breathing talking to trash." and then mr. hot stuffs winks and walks away pulling y/n with him, others following behind laughing at the shook Britney. Few minutes after they leave the club everyone erupts in laughter. Someone from the crowd screams "MAN I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST FLIRTED WITH THE FUTURE PRO HERO AND GOT MADE FUN OF BY ANOTHER FUTUR HERO" and all she could do now was run home and cry like a little pussy.

When they were back at the dorm y/n apologised for the way she behaved. "Chill y/n. You don't gotta be sorry. Infact it was really fun yk seeing her face." y/n smiled at all of them. Bakugou looks at y/n smugly "Possessive much?"

"Of course i am going to be possessive over you. You're mine."

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that's all:) i hope you enjoyed:)

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ilove-cedricdiggory · 4 years

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The Burrow is in color again.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary - The Battle of Hogwarts, only, Fred wasn't alone with Percy. You had been dating Fred for a while now and he wasn't letting you out of his sight during the fight. Do you let him out of yours?

Trigger Warning - Death, angst,

Standing beside your boyfriend and his brother in the great hall once more felt strange. You were standing behind Harry, glaring at the man you once called your professor. While you never liked Snape, you did well in potions and that alone kept you on his more decent side. Now, you hated the man with every fiber of your being.

Your hand was tightly in Fred's, his position slightly in front of yours as Mcgonagall began firing spells at the dark haired man. Once Harry explained what the students were off to look for, you, Fred, and George ran to take a post.

As you ran off, you saw a few first years scrambling in search of guidance. Your hand slipped from Fred's, moving to the group quickly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You guys are all first years, yeah?" you asked, your voice soft. Seeing them all nod, your stomach twisted. Just about all the first years were already at the station, loading onto the train now. "Okay, come on, I'm going to try to get you all to the train. Hold onto each other. Were going to have to apparate. You guys have no idea what that is, but you're going to hate it. It's the only way we can make it." You gripped onto ones arms as the rest tried to hold on.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going" Fred voiced himself as he caught up with you. "They are first years, Fred. They can't be here for this. They need to catch the train." You turned your head away from your boyfriend, back to the kids. "Then we're helping. I'm not letting you do any of this stuff by yourself today." You nodded, George and Fred taking a few first years themselves, as you apparated onto the platform and directed them into the train before heading back to the school before the barriers were up.

"You can't do that love. You can't. Run off like that, leave me without you. I won't be able to live if anything happens." Fred held you close to him, his hands up in your hair. George stood behind him, looking you in your eyes, nodding in agreement.

You sighed, but understood the seriousness in his voice. You felt the same way about Fred - if absolutely anything happened today to him, you were genuinely unsure how you'd be able to continue on.

Seeing as how you hadn't been without Fred sense first year, the last thing you could handle was not having him. You, George, and Fred met on Hogwarts Express, them seeing you sitting in a spare compartment, alone, and absolutely scared out of your wits. You were a confident kid, yeah, but this was the first time you'd ever be away from your family like this, in a world you didn't know existed until two months ago.

They sat in with you quickly, warming up to you within minutes. From that day on, you three were inseparable. When they got into trouble, you got them out of it. While they were the notorious trouble makers, you were the one that kept them both level headed. George wasn't quite as bad as Fred, but he couldn't always control his twin brothers actions. You, on the other hand, simply had to look at Fred the right way, and he was changing the details of his lated prank to fit your expectations of him.

Looking back on it now, you were really stupid to not see how whipped he truly was for you, but now that you knew, you used it to the fullest of your extent, especially when you weren't focused on the war surrounding you.

The two of you had officially gotten together your fifth year, George finally tired of the longing looks you both shared and came up with his own task of getting the two of you together. It took him a lot longer than he cares to admit, but finally the two of you were locked in a broom cupboard, having downed a bit of pumpkin juice with George's brewed Veratiserium. You and Fred were spilling the truth of your feelings for each other faster than you drank the juice itself. Which lead to your own seven minutes of heaven that lasted a bit longer than seven minutes, thanks to the locked door.

Now, the two of you stood together, prepared to fight for each other and your entire families, against a man you had feared the last 9 years of your life. You took a step back, leaning against the wall behind you as you gave the twins a few moments together.

"You okay Freddie?" Your eyes watered with the risk that lied ahead of all of you, your body attempting to warn you of just exactly what was due to happen to the three of you in just a moments time. But, instead, you focused on the deep voice of the love of your life before you, smiling softly as he spoke. "Yeah." The one word filling your head, a tear falling from it's home in your eye to slip down your cheek.

"Me too."

You moved to stand between the two twins, your hands grasping both of theirs. While you dated Fred, George was still your absolute best friend. The three of you having spent more time together than you ever have apart. Your heart was owned by both of the twins next to you, but in two very different ways. Your love of Fred filling up your entire being, leaving you breathless and full of oxygen at the same time. Your soul fuller than it ever thought it could be now that he was the one that held you at night. But your love for George filled up your brain, leaving you absolutely excited for the moments that stayed there. For each moment you had with Fred, you also had with George. He was your family, your brother, and you loved him just as such. The three of you created a bond no one in the world could break.

Fred's arm wrapped around your shoulders, his face moving to press a kiss into your temple. "Well, boys, I think it's finally time for me to get behind your crazy plans and put all that prank knowledge to its use." They chuckled, smiling down at you. "After all this time, we knew you were paying attention"

The three of you fought together for as long as you could, but you somehow separated from George and instead, met with Percy. You hoped with all of your being that George stayed safe, along with every one of the Weasley's.

You stayed with Fred and Percy, listening to them talk about simple things. It wasn't until you heard Fred laugh and the rumble of a wall that your heard fell. Moving to shoot your own spell at the wall, you held it up until your energy left you, hoping it gave someone enough time to save the love of your life. You had seemed to step forward as you cast your spell, for the moment it broke, you felt the weight of the stone upon your own body. Your eyes closed as you felt the breath you had in your lungs leave you, the ringing in your ears fill up your pounding head, and the cry of the pain just barely leaving your mouth. You looked to your left the best you could, seeing a head of red before your body gave out.

You weren't sure what death was like, if this was it, but it wasn't what you expected. You expected yourself to be standing infront of a gate or something, filled with a freeness you had never experienced before. You anticipated seeing all the family members you had gone so long without, standing before you as you felt your heart swell as you saw their faces after the time you lost with them. You expected to get some kind of answer as to why the world turned the way it did just as you were growing up. Why you found yourself worrying about unforgivable curses instead of your next date with Fred.

Instead, you saw white.

You didn't comprehend where exactly you were, not until your eyes took you into the crisp kitchen, feeling a sense of familiarity as you took on the burrow as clean as what it was. It was strange to see it this way, without the dishes cleaning themselves up, without the wind blowing through the open window, without the noises that came with being at the Burrow. You felt calm, but not nearly as calm as you would in the normal home.

"Y/n." You looked up to see a woman you had never met before, standing beside a man who looked exactly like Harry. The only difference was, Harry's beautiful eyes were the same as the woman standing before you. "You're, you're Lily Potter." Your voice sounded strange, not quite like your own. "And you're James. I know because Harry keeps that picture of you guys, even when he comes to the Burrow. You're his parents." Your words flew from your mouth, before your eyes closed. "Does this mean I'm dead?" Your voice was smaller than before, the pain filling it.

"Not exactly. That's up to you." James walked closer to you, showing you around the Burrow. "You can choose to let go, I'm assuming you can walk up the stairs and be met with exactly what you expected death to be like, but you don't have to." Lily smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your head.

"Is Fred dead?" You whispered, looking at her.

"I don't know, honey. I'm so sorry." She took you in her arms, holding you to her chest. "I can't, I can't go back if he's not there, Mrs. Potter." Your tears fell once more, the whole in your heart already growing. "I can't live without him." Your sob filled the quiet air, your tears almost evaporating before they hit her skin. "I know honey, but you won't know unless you go back."

You looked at her, your eyes still full of the fears that filled you, only in the form of water. "I'm so scared." You whispered, looking at James. "It's okay to be scared honey, it really is." she cupped your cheeks, smiling softly. "But fear shows you you're alive." Lily's lips touched your forehead softly, smiling. "You're more than welcome to sit and think, the choice is yours." They both smiled at you, before vanishing. You weren't sure where they went, but you hoped it was as far away from Harry as they could. The last thing you wanted was for Harry to meet his parents through death do young.

You sat on the couch, thinking of the times you fell asleep on Fred's chest, threw pieces of chocolate at George and Ron, talked on and on with Charlie about the dragons he saw daily, read a book with Bill sitting across from you, or listened to Ginny and the boys groan as Percy went on and on about his prestigious job.

Your heard was full of Fred and George, yes, but it was also full of every single Weasley you came in contact with. They filled your heart, just as much as your twins did.

You nodded to yourself, taking a deep breath and letting go, unsure of how this was supposed to work. You felt confused as you tried to open your eyes, but was met with a force holding you back. You couldn't open them to find yourself in the crisp, white Burrow, but you also couldn't open them to find yourself back home.

You fought with your body for what felt like years, feeling like you couldn't command it to do the simple action that you completed from the day you were born. That was, until, you heard the sob from above you and the voice of Molly. "It's okay, she had to be okay."

You felt your heart squeeze and the pain rush to your head like you couldn't imagine before your eyes finally opened, seeing the people staring down at you. You first made eye contact with the woman you heard, her own sobs falling from your mouth quickly. "Get him, get him!" You couldn't quite hear her, but saw her mouth forming the words. Your ears screaming with the ringing you heard before.

Your eyes widened with tears as Fred's face filled your view, his cheeks blotchy and nose red from crying. George's face came into view next to his, his just as bad as Fred's. "I thought you died! We thought you died!" He said, his voice mumbled with the ringing in full effect. Your hand moved to tough your ears, hoping it would stop the annoying sound.

"It won't stop." You whispered, pulling at your ears. Ginny appeared with Madam Pomfrey, the woman dropping a simple potion into both ears, the ringing silencing after a few moments. "Freddie, Georgie." You cried, pulling them into you. "I - I saw red hair. I saw it. I thought you-" your sob filled the air as your eyes squeezed close.

"Well, something did happen." Ron said, pointing to the bed beside you. You turned your head to meet the face of Percy, another sob leaving you. "I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." you cried, looking at Molly. "I tried to stop the wall, I tried so hard. I just couldn't keep it long enough." She pulled you into her arms, her own tears falling. This time, you saw your cries hit her skin, causing you to cry more. You weren't dead, you were alive.

"It's okay, it's okay." She whispered, holding you tight.

You're unsure how it all happened, but the next time you woke, you were in the burrow, but it's color was showing, the notices of each Weasley bouncing off the walls, and the soft breeze filling your senses. You were laying on the couch, the same one you found yourself sitting on after speaking to James and Lily. You glanced to the side to see Fred asleep on the floor next to you, George on the couch across from you.

You smiled softly, the pain still vibrating through your body as you smiled, kissing the knuckles of Fred's hand. You lived. He lived. It's okay.

The Burrow was in color again.

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jennsmischievousmind · 4 years

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Fucks not Found

Ghosts

Summary: You hack, that's what you do. Dying to do so freely, wasn't what you had expected. Meeting the weirdest fucking squad; losing the best part of you; falling for a thief : was not planned.

Pairing : Four/Billy (Ben Hardy) - You

A/N: The story goes through the all movie, so I suggest you watch it before reading.

I don't own any characters other than Eight.

English is not my native language, I'm trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Tried my best to match Ryan Reynold's level of sass aha

This is how you die.

"So you're the one who hacked the wrong guy" You swiftly turn around gasping at the sudden voice in your apartment

"Depends, you’re his hitman?" You were ready to run even if it means jumping by the window.

"Nooo, I'm an angel.” You snort at his sarcasm, unknown to you at this moment that he was full of it.

"Wanna disappear?" he asked taking a seat at the kitchen table eyeing your bags at the door.

"In a body bag? Slowly you make your way to the knives, just in case.

"You are a funny one, aren't you? I know the man you stole from, you won't get far until he got you. But, he emphasized, if you’re willing to do what's right.."

"I've already done my part for the flag." Assuming he was American by the way he talked.

"I'm not talking about shitty drug dealers. But evil war-lovers, genocide perpetrators, that kind of shitty so-called human. Those ones that are above the laws with governments' balls in their hands, ready to squish them.”

"That's gross" your brother appeared from the adjacent room. You let your mind consider the stranger’s offer as soon as you look at your confused brother, knowing he was in danger because of you.

“You two look at lot alike.” The guy leaned in, screwing his eyes at you both.

“We’re twin dumbass” your brother answered glancing at you wondering.

“What’s the deal?” you asked considering the offer

The guy smirked, “Well, to be short you die, and then you take down evil motherfuckers without governments’ backlash on you.” He tapped his fingers against the Formica table.

It took 5 minutes.

"One condition, my brother comes to!"

"What's he good at?" he crossed his arms.

"I can drive…Hold on what? Die? Who the fuck are you!?”

"Already too many questions” he rolled his eyes

"He's a hell of a driver, it got him under surveillance when he got chased by 6 police cars after an illegal race back in the States."

"So they caught up Muttley” the guy clucked his tongue

“Hey!”

"No, you interfered almost ashamed, I told him to stop the car...I got motion sickness."

The guy erupted in laughter, you two watching him unamused.

“I’m more like Peter Perfect.” Your brother mumbled as the guy left.

You look by the window discreetly, catching a glimpse of the guy mingling in the crowd. “You’re Muttley bro.”

A week later you got a text. The guy who called himself One had planned your fake death. A random trek in Italy’s mountains, an assumed fatal fall, no bodies recovered.

It was never supposed to be your life. But we all know nothing happens as it should.

Papà went to fight a war and disappeared, you were forced to move in America when you were 6.

Mammà never cope the loss of her motherland and husband. She died of a belated broken heart syndrome when you were 16.

Both you and your brother were placed in a host family. It wasn’t a crappy family like it’s always the case in some tv show, they were nice and wealthy. The father was a tech engineer, somehow you took interest in his work and start learning to code, soon reading about hackers: white hats; black hats; “We are Legion”, you were hooked and skilled in a matter of time.

When you turned major though, things turned difficult, the host family had to let you go and Internal Affairs of your state caught you looking in their network. Which led to you working as a C.I for them, it was that or prison. Not thrilled by the idea but obliged to cooperate was your new motto.

Your brother had some job here and there but nothing steady, so money from the IA was welcome.

After a year and a half, I.A ditched you, it was rather good news in a way, they’ve erased your past mistakes but said they’d keep a distant eye on you.

So you moved on from your shithole that was the 1 bedroom apartment you and your brother shared and went to your parents’ hometown in Italy. Your brother was reluctant at first as he couldn’t even say hello in Italian, you taught him as your mamma had done it with you but he wasn’t that interested.

Working with people was not your forte, you were too bossy, so you got fired ... plenty of times: from a coffee shop, a rental bike shop and a tourist city tour bus thingy. So you started doing what you were good at, hacking for money, it went well for a few years, never being too greedy - until you hacked the wrong person and got in trouble.

That's how you became a Ghost and ended up in the middle of the California Desert.

One had built a squad. No names, only numbers to identify each other. Not calling your brother by his name was a challenge, same for him.

There were 7 of you.

One, the “boss”, a mysterious sassy billionaire who decided to fund his own strike team.

Two, a French blonde woman, pretty cold, a spy apparently

Three, a crazy hitman who couldn’t shut up

Four, a young parkour master and reformed thief

Five, a Doctor, but you heard she was actually working at a Dentist

Six, your brother, the annoying driver.

And then Eight, you, the Black Hat somehow becoming a hacktivist.

Why not Seven? Long story short, it was one more condition you’d submitted to One.

_SICILY

"Your focus determines your reality.”

“Oh for fuck's sake One, quit your Jedi bullshit!” you loosed your temper typing on your keyboard angrily. An entire week, an ENTIRE WEEK quoting Star Wars!

Four and Five laughed in the comm. One braced himself on the other end of the line. Three cut the heavy silence.

“Eight, Chiquita please stop yelling”

“I’m not a Chiquita stop saying that!”

“Ok ok chi…Eight, damn you’re stressful”

“God, why do I have to team you up!!” One facepalm

“Now what?” Five asked

Radio silence

“Oh so now no one’s talking! What are you, 4?” One angrily called out to you 2.

“Yeah, uh high, literally.” Four answered One, you snorted.

“No .. damn not you!”

“You called me Mate!” Four said offended

“No, shush – Eight are you done with the system?” he was about to lose it.

“I’ve been done with it the second Three called me Chiquita!” you crossed your arms in front of your laptop.

“Hey ..” “We’re not talking about that again!” One cut Three

“Can we get going now?” Two interfered, you heard her bike roaring.

“Finally, some sensed words.” One said wrapping it up.

Four entered the place you’d hacked the system of. Six and Two were not far in case of trouble.

“Four, the hard drive is in the main office. Second floor.” One enunciated, you followed Fours progression with the security cameras.

It was enlivening, stressful, but oh so exciting. When you worked with I.A you were never there when they’d go down in action, it was nothing but boring data researched and dealer’s MacBook.

“Freeze Four, guards coming east.” Switching cams you gave him a safe path.

“Ok, you’re clear. Now to your left, third door then turn right.”

Four got his hands on the hard drive containing all you needed to know about the next target.

“Well done.” One congratulated the team

“Thanks, thanks, It helps to have a sexy voice guiding you” Four chuckled, you blushed, sexy voice? is that even possible?

“Great, kid. Don’t get cocky.”

You rolled your eyes at the endless use of Star Wars' quotes.

“Hum that’s my sister, remember?” Six growled tightening the wheel

“Luke grab Solo, meet up in 15minutes at the hotel. Everyone move!” One instructed you smiled at the thought of being Leïa. Gosh, you were as much of a nerd as One.

Climbing down the jeep Three had rented, you laughed seeing your brother holding Four in an arm lock for a few seconds anyway, Four reversed the lock, pining your brother’s arms behind himself.

You passed by them “Easy with my twin please.” Four wasn’t releasing his hold so you stopped, turning back you lift an eyebrow at Four insisting he let him go.

“Oh!” he lifted his hands in defence taking a step back.

Grabbing your brother by the sleeves as he was about to jump on Four “Come on piccino” you made your way in the hotel laughing.

Your first big mission started a few weeks after, everyone gathered in The Haunted House as One called it, an old bunker, cheesy name for an HQ.

“You don’t get it, I need a CAR!”

“That’s a car, Six.” Three argued back.

“No that’s a heap, that thing won’t get us through the paved road of Italy, believe me.”

Four and Five were amused by the situation, Three had rent a truck and an old Volvo for this mission.

“Alright, shut up, we’ll get another car!” One declared, Six flicked to Three.

One resumed the mission’s details. Giving everyone their own missions. A simple mission, retrieve a lawyer’s smartphone.

In the midst of it, your hand flew to your brother’s head next to you. The smacked resonating between the walls of the unfinished bunker.

“Why ..why’d you hit him?” One asked confused, your brother was rubbing the back of his head frowning at you.

“Cain’s instinct.” You replied wriggling your fingers for him to continue. Four snorted, Six nudged him in the ribs.

In a few months, you had learned a lot from this weird squad. Learning to shoot was an obligation, Three was insane but a good teacher.

You’d asked Four to teach you some parkour in case of a chase. Six and Four became close friends in a matter of time. Five was nice, but you were never one to be good at making friends. Two was not a big talker and frankly, she scared you a little.

So you spend your free time hacking and reading, on the hammock installed between a dismantle plane and a dead tree. Not far from there you could hear Four skating in the empty pool and three at the makeshift shooting range.

Suddenly,

“EIGHT!”

Groaning you closed your book “WHAT!?

Your voice boomed against the caravan and lost itself in the desert, but you still hoped Four had heard. It was his thing, screaming your name instead of coming to you directly. At his silence, you wriggle out the hammock and strode to the pool.

“What’d you want skater boy?”

He was lying in the pool his board by his side. “Four?” you made your way to the ladder, “hey” you gently nudge him with your foot but he didn’t move.

“Four? you called out worried, “shit” knees hitting the vinyl liner checking if he was breathing, he wasn’t.

“Hey wake up, seriously dude don’t make me do CPR on you, I suck at it!” suddenly laughter erupted in your ears. Six appearing on the edge, Four chucked on the floor.

“Pranking you..he tried to breathe in, is always the best sis!” Six laughed even harder at your confused face. Still kneeling at Four’s side, he was looking at you laughing, until he wasn’t, catching a glimpse of worry melting with anger in your eyes.

Punching his left shoulder, you hurried out the pool. He stayed on the floor watching you go.

“Don’t make me do CPR I suck at it!” your brother was still laughing his brain's out.

“What was that?”

Four leaned on the dead tree near your head, his shadow offering some shade.

“A real bad joke?”

“No I mean, why’d you hit me?”

Sighing you clasped your book closed for the second time today “you really got me worried, happy?”

“No, you propped up on your elbow at his answer craning your head to him, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His warm hand slide in your hair at the base of your neck, he leaned in, letting you enough time to push him away if you wanted.

"Sorry" he whispered, his lips pressing in your temple gently, warmly for a few seconds. Catching yourself leaning in you almost fell off the swinging' hammock as he released his hold, he grinned and left not saying anything more.

"What the hell Four!!" you yelled at him, an ounce of laughter in your voice, a blush creeping into your cheeks, his own laughter filling the desert's silence.

FLORENCE

A/N: don't forget to double tap if you liked it. 🙏

#billy x reader #four x reader #6 underground imagine #four imagine #Ben Hardy #6 underground Four x reader #Fucks not Found

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rikumorimachisgirl · 4 years

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So, I started writing this Mystic Messenger fic last year but lost the inspiration to continue. I finally finished it today, so I hope you like it.

Oh, and I commissioned this lovely artwork from @hydeine last year, too. I said I'd tag her when I finally post the fic. I suppose today's the day. Here we go...

Title: Strawberry Pancakes

Pairing: Jumin Han x OC (Iris)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,665

Author's notes: Some of the scenes were faithful to the game.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger, but I own the idea of this fanfic.

It started with pancakes. Those thick, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth fluffy stove-top cakes that both of them - apparently - were both fond of.

The first time they talked about it got him into a spot of trouble. Over an utterly dull lunch date with his father and his latest conquest, amidst the rich ambiance of the Michelin star restaurant where only the who's who in society were spotted, Jumin Han chose to indulge in a little tête-à-tête of his own at the RFA chat room with her.

Her. Iris - RFA's accidental member, unofficial party organizer, everyone’s cheerleader, and about the only other person who resonates with him. Jumin quietly as he waited for her to respond to his last message. Over the last twenty minutes, they have gone from talking about Elizabeth the 3rd’s grooming habits to his favorite breakfast food.

| ‘I like chocolate chip pancakes.’ He felt his lips stretch sideways as he read her message. It was strange, he thought, how he's been joining the chat room more often since she joined. In the two weeks that they've been chatting, he felt closer to her than he's ever been with anyone in his life.

| ‘I figured you would.’ He typed and sent.

|’Huh?’

|’You seem like the type who'd indulge in something with high sugar content early in the morning.’

|’That was a lucky guess, Jumin.’

|’But I don't believe in luck.’

|’Oh, and I suppose you think you've got me all figured out already? If you're so smart, tell me what I’m thinking at the moment.’ He smirked at her cheeky response.

| ‘Iris, I'd like to remind you that I’m a businessman, not a fortune teller. If you’d like me to infer based on our conversation though, I'd say you're thinking that I like buttermilk pancakes, to which the answer is no. I prefer strawberry pancakes.’

Silence.

| ‘Am I really that predictable?’ Her message finally came in two minutes later. He chuckled. In his mind, he imagined she probably would’ve pouted as she replied.

“You seem rather amused, son. Did something happen?”

The sound of his father's voice snapped him out of his daydream. The young executive silently cursed himself for carelessly dropping his guard. Clearing his throat, Jumin straightened up and ran a hand through his dark locks.

“My apologies, father. I had urgent business to take care of.” He tucked his phone in his pocket while wishing that Iris would understand why he hadn't gotten back to her.

“Judging by your smile, I take it that business is going well?”

It took all of his willpower not to roll his eyes at his father's new girlfriend. Glam Choi was it? And what was it that she did? Judging by how she managed to turn heads, he deduced she must be some kind of celebrity. Nothing special, he thought; after all, his father, the Chairman of the Board of C & R International, seemed to have dated them all - socialites, celebrities, models, beauty queens - some of whom were even a year or two his junior.

“Jumin? Are you all right, son?”

He silently cursed himself once more. While he was silently judging his father’s new girlfriend, he had once again dropped his guard and gave the older man the opportunity to call him out.

“My apologies.”

“That's twice you've apologized. My, what an interesting day it is indeed, ” the stately older man said curtly. “Is our company not to your liking, son? Please just bear with us for a few minutes more. After all, your assistant told me that you won't have an appointment in the next hour or so.”

Jumin took a deep breath and sighed. If he had only known his old man’s agenda was to introduce his new girlfriend, he would’ve begged off right away. God knows he’d much rather be eating pancakes with her now than having a full-course meal in this place. He shook the thought away for a moment. Now wasn't the time to dream of her. Fixing his grey eyes at his father and the young celebrity he decided to date, he feigned a smile. “Very well, father, you have my full attention until then.”

OoOoO

The second time they talked about pancakes was more of an afterthought. It happened right after their first kiss.

Their first kiss. The very thought of it still made his heart race. He remembered every little detail as if it were yesterday. He had Assistant Kang to thank for arranging everything for him. Thanks to his efficient employee’s quick thinking, he was able to meet Iris a week earlier than the rest of the RFA members, although if he had a chance to do it over, he wouldn't be as flustered as he was when he first laid eyes on her the night before.

He watched in awe as she stepped into the foyer. She was everything he’d imagined - slender and graceful, her brown hair cascaded down her back, and her dark brown eyes looked back at him with the same level of wonder.

“Jumin, i-it's so nice to finally meet you.”

He swore he’d never felt his heart beat faster than it did at that exact moment. ‘Get a grip, ’ he scolded himself, as he schooled his emotions before it got the better of him. He must not lose his footing, after all, he was Jumin Han - businessman, philanthropist, future CEO.

“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped from his mouth quite naturally, and he immediately regretted it when he saw her cheeks turn several shades redder.

“I’m sorry, ” he cleared his throat. “What I meant to say was that I hope you traveled safely. If I had known Assistant Kang was going to ask you over, I would’ve sent out my driver to pick you up.”

And then she smiled, and he knew right away that he was going to do whatever it takes to keep her.

“Who is this woman and what is she doing in your house?”

Jumin gazed at the shameless woman his father had been forcing him to marry and resisted the urge to throw her out of his penthouse himself.

“Sarah, please don't be like that. I'm Jumin's friend -”

“And what kind of friend comes a man's house alone? By the looks of it, you probably stayed the night, too!”

If Iris was the least bit upset at the insults hurled at her, she did not let it show. Unfortunately, he was far from being gracious.

“This is dragging on far longer than I expected. I'm actually quite surprised I hadn't thrown you out the door the minute you showed me that fake cat picture. My security will show you out.”

“What? No, you can't do that. I'm your fiancée,” Sarah cried out incredulously.

“Oh, please,” he said haughtily. “If you think that we'd gotten engaged just by exchanging a few words, you're clearly delusional.”

“So, you're choosing her over me?”

“I don't know why you're even asking,” the dashing Chief Director of C & R International said, as he turned his attention to the willowy brunette who stood quietly in the corner. Something about the way she looked at him urged him to come closer to her. With each step he took, the answer became clearer. He stopped in front of her and smiled. She was a good head shorter than him, and she looked adorable gazing up at him with those big brown eyes.

“It wasn't like I had another choice to start with,” Jumin finally said, his eyes never leaving hers. “Iris,” he whispered, as he lifted her chin and closed the gap between them. He could've sworn he felt a shock wave run through his body the minute his lips touched hers. Suddenly, the sound of Sarah's protests faded, and all he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat - or was it hers? He really couldn't tell - but every single one of his senses zeroed-in on the beautiful woman in his arms.

Her lips were the softest he’d ever kissed - not that he’s had lots of experience - as a rule, he only kissed women because he needed to close deals with them and the kisses they shared were always cold. This, however, was different. As his mouth moved over hers, again and again, all he could think about were two things - how her kisses taste like strawberry pancakes, and that he could never get enough of her.

OoOoO

The third time they talked about pancakes was a memory guaranteed to make her blush almost immediately. He remembered vividly - Provence in July, a month after they'd gotten married. He promised to take her on an unforgettable honeymoon anywhere she wished. He thought she'd choose to go to Paris, Santorini, Milan, or even Ibiza, and he’d be happy to take her there; but instead, she chose to go to his newly-purchased winery so he could still oversee their daily operations while spending time with her and Elizabeth the 3rd.

That's so like her.

He woke up alone in bed one Sunday morning. Frustration marred his beautiful face as he ran his hand over her now-empty side of the bed, and found it still warm. She couldn't have been gone for long, he thought. And Elizabeth the 3rd, who usually enjoyed sleeping late, was not in the room as well. Still half-asleep, he forced one eye open to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

‘Six-thirty, ’ he groaned silently, as he rolled on to his back. What exactly could his wife be up to this early? Sighing, he rolled out of bed and left the room in search of the beautiful woman who disappeared from his side before he even got to kiss her good morning.

The house was quiet except for some movement coming from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow, he quietly made his way to the large French country-style kitchen his wife loved so much and found himself entranced at the sight of the lovely brunette he now called wife, stirring something in the mixing bowl while their pet sat on the counter, looking curiously at her.

"I hope I get this right, Elizabeth the third, " she told the cat softly. "Jumin's pancakes always taste good, so I hope he'll like these."

Her innocent declaration made him gasp. She was making pancakes for him. And that realization made him pick up his feet and head over to where she was at.

"I see you both are up early."

"Jumin -, " she cried out in surprise, as she felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Good morning, my love. I didn't expect you to be up so early."

"I could say the same about you, especially after we made love several times last night, " he responded, as he planted soft kisses on the side of her neck. Her cheeks turned red at the thought of their passionate night together, and he smiled, knowing how embarrassed she was. "You're blushing."

"I can't help it…, " she murmured. "And I think you've disappointed Elizabeth the third."

He watched their pristine white cat jump off the counter and saunter out of the kitchen. "I think she's just giving us some privacy. Don't worry, she'll be fine, " the dashing young businessman said as he stopped kissing her, but kept her in an embrace. "So, tell me what you're up to."

"I was going to make strawberry pancakes for you, " she started, her face still flushed. "But I'm not sure they're as good as the ones you make."

"Is that so?" He unwrapped his arms and moved closer to the counter where the mixing bowl was. "I suppose there's just one way to find out."

She watched in silence as he dipped his long and slender finger into the bowl and scooped up a tad bit of better. Carefully, he brought his finger near her lips, while watching her gently. "Say ahhh…, " he said and laughed at how dutifully his wife complied. "Well?"

"It's sweet…"

Cocking his head to one side, he smiled at her wryly. "Is that so?"

"Why don't you taste for yourself?"

His eyes twinkled with excitement, as she failed to realize how enticing her offer was. Cupping her face with his hands, he leaned forward and whispered, "I suppose I will, " before he ravished her mouth - and all of her body - over and over just like the night before.

The pancake batter was left untouched until later that day. And as she had placed ointment on the scratches she had left on his back, he feasted on the strawberry pancakes she had made just for him.

OoOoO

The fourth time they talked about pancakes was on Valentine's Day - the first of many they'll be spending together. He thought of many ways they could be celebrating this together and spent a lot of sleepless nights thinking of the perfect present for her. Never once did he think they'd be spending the day spooning her in bed, with one hand caressing her swollen belly.

Thirty-eight weeks. She had been carrying their first child for nearly nine months, and despite her growing belly and her slight weight gain, she continued to look even more beautiful.

"I really want pancakes, Jumin."

His hand stopped moving, and he raised an eyebrow at her upon hearing her request. "Darling, I asked you what you wanted for Valentine's…"

She snuggled closer to him as she felt his low voice vibrating on his chest. The gentle sound of his voice always soothed her and the baby, and she wanted to hear more of it today. "And I told you I want pancakes."

He frowned, feeling a little upset at her answer. In truth, she could have anything she wanted - jewelry, cars, all the designer items a woman could get her hands on - but all she wanted to for Valentine's was his home-cooked pancakes. "That's all you want?"

"That's all I want, " she hummed. A few seconds later, she felt the baby kick and the sensation made her giggle. "See? Even the baby wants pancakes."

"But the doctor said you should lay off sweets…" He should have known better than to speak those words because no sooner had he said them, she immediately turned to him with sad puppy eyes. He sighed. He knew at this point that he had lost to her once again - after all, he could never resist her - but he wanted to make her victory a little harder. "As I was saying, the doctor said…"

"But Jumin, I haven't had anything sweet since we found out I was pregnant, " she said, pouting. "And I'm really craving the strawberry pancakes you make."

"Will that make you happy?"

"Very much so."

Sighing again, he untangled himself from her and rolled out of bed. "All right. I suppose I can alter the recipe a little bit. You just lay there and rest, okay? I'll be back with your pancakes."

Elizabeth the third jumped from her bed and walked beside Jumin as he stepped out of the room. "How long do you think before she rolls out of bed and follows us?" He asked, glancing sideways at their precious feline as she mewled her response. "Ten minutes? That's too generous. She's been too fussy lately, but something tells me you're spot on, so we need to move fast."

And true to form, a very pregnant Mrs. Han waddled out of their room ten minutes later, enticed by the mouthwatering scent wafting from the kitchen.

"Those smell heavenly, " she said excitedly, as she made her way beside her husband and stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss. "Thank you, Jumin, " she whispered before she waddled towards the cozy little breakfast nook she had designed for them.

He smiled, as he watched her walk away from him. She had no idea how happy she's made him, how lucky he was that she came into his life, and how thankful he was for all the many things that brought them closer together. Especially strawberry pancakes.

The end.

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Ali & Ro

NYD Catch-up

Ali: *Daintliy throws the tiniest of pebbles at our window 'cos I'm in trouble enough if this goes tits up without also breaking a window* Ropunzel, Ropunzel, let down your hair! Ro: allow me to busily make tea while I loudly quiz Tess and whoever else may be in earshot about their resolutions Ro: I can't believe you're only just getting home! I was going to ask how you're evening was but I think I can guess Ali: You're a 🌟 Ali: We need to fully mind-map and dream-board ours later, I've got so many ideas already but I at least need in on that tea action first, builder's brew please and thank you 😘 Ali: Shh 😉 I've been in bed since 1 💤 like an 😇 Ali: Hehe social media never lies, not mine at least Ali: I'll tell you all about it, whilst Ma tries to tell you she quit the fags years ago, like 🙄 Ali: 💃 Ro: Of course. Well, there has been a kitty there so the universe should stay on our side with that one, hopefully. Ro: Hm yes, if anyone asks you got back before I did, there's not much I can do if social media decides to answer instead though alas Ro: Oh Tess, no offense intended, but truly I'd much rather hear what you have to say Ali: Oh, Bluebs, hope she was alright with the fireworks, I paid Rocky with a selection box to keep her company but bet he was too busy being a hooligan come 12, nutter...but I'm sure she hid herself nicely warming the blankets for us anyway, like 😽 Ali: Did you and Meena have a good time? With all dem 💶💶💶 you can both more than make up for missing the hottest part night of the year, ay Ali: Bless her heart, though perhaps take her pack away from her still, you'll be helping her and, you might need one after I fill you in, like 😉 Ro: I can't tell a lie there was some bribery involved for us too with the older kids. They had me baking and the text advice I received from Tommy wasn't as helpful or coherent as usual Ro: We definitely earned our crusts it has to be said Ro: I think Meena would've liked to join you so you might want to play down the finer details when you fill her in but no complaints here, fussy children aside Ro: I draw the line at that level of trickery, we'd both be caught if I even tried I think Ali: I think its to be expected, babysitter rules are there are no rules, or very few, ESPECIALLY when it comes to sugar 😋 Lucky kiddos, I would kill for a sweet treat rn Ali: Maybe I can push it and see if the old man is any fit state to do a fry-up too, mmm Ali: We should deffo ring Tommo then and be annoyingly loud and cheerful 'cos he always gets hangovers un🍀 🦆y Ali: Payback Ali: Well her brother was there so she wouldn't have been able to have all that much fun, like, I'll be sure to downplay it though, tact is so my strong suit 😏😂 Ro: Oh? You'll be glad to hear then that I had the foresight to make enough cookies to bring a batch home. There's still a few that could be claimed by you if you're quick enough. Ro: I can make no such promises about a proper breakfast but time will tell I suppose, I'd consider it favorable if you work a little of your own magic Ro: You have plenty left don't you? Ro: We'll likely need an actual spell to wake Tommy after all Ali: Faster than a speeding bullet, me Ali: I can climb these drainpipes like nobody else 🐈💪 Ali: I'm sure we could concoct a pepperup potion, getting him to drink it is another kind of magic altogether Ali: even if we settle for calling it an energizer smoothie or something muggle Ro: Perhaps we could say it has lots of biotin that'd make him more inclined for sure Ali: When quiff is life Ali: He truly is sweet 16 Ali: And 15 is looking up for me too, fingers crossed and knock on wood rn, this is gonna be our year, Posy, and that ain't the after-affects still talkin' Ali: Wished on every 🎆 in the sky Ro: Wishing is very powerful so I'm not surprised, I am very intrigued though Ro: Go ahead Ali: I'm in 💚 Ali: 🙃 and now hiding under the covers eeeeeeeeeeeppppp bye Ro: Did Marlene get off work early last night and surprise you? That's so lovely Ali: No, no, no Ali: It's all but ended and it will be if my feeling is correct and reciprocated Ali: We'll be better off as friends, honestly, I can't give her what she wants but I can be there for as a mate so that's what's best, she'll see that given a bit of time, I'm sure of it Ali: That said...do you think I'm a total slag for who did surprise me last night now? 😳🙈 Ro: Oh okay. That makes sense Ro: No Ali, I'd never Ro: Is it someone I know? You've mentioned Meena's brother already... Ali: Oh lordy no 😂 Drew is an alright lad really but no, he's not the sort, definitely would not be reciprocated, he's got half the girls at School after him and he loves that Ali: More power to him but you're getting warmer Ali: you know the lad him and Meena live with, don't you? Caleb Cavante, in my year too Ali: 😍 Ro: I think so? He's always in the music block isn't he? Ro: He smiles a lot. Not in a weird sense though I don't mean that Ali: Oh Ro 😂 you make ME smile Ali: sounds like him, cool hair Ali: obviously, I knew of him before last night but it was just like...right time, right place, you know? Ali: Sounded triter than all the 'new year, new me' posts aren't I? Ro: Not at all Ro: It sounds like a fairy tale and we're treating it as such! Ro: Did you kiss him at the end of the countdown? Ali: Oh no, I forgot to lose a shoe...Typical, on the one night to make throwing dancing shoes aside count! But I suppose he won't have to search the kingdom high and low Ali: Back at School Tuesday Ali: At least this promises to make my weekdays more entertaining at any rate Ali: Mhmm 😊 *Gameshow host voice* BUT THAT'S NOT ALL Ro: What else is there? Did he lose a shoe instead? I dread to think what I'm missing here... Ali: [Improptu selfie with the tattooed finger over her lips like a moustache] Ali: Not saying that trumps 'Facebook Official' but 😎 Ro: !!!! Ro: did Caleb get a tattoo too? Ali: Oh silly me, yeah Ali: [Photo they took together post-tattoo] Ali: Big n Lil dipper, its cute, right? Ro: Oh my god! You better not post these, Tess will kill you, but Ro: I think that's adorable Ro: Did it hurt so much?? Ali: She'll love it Ali: we did it ourselves, on each other Ali: thank god he wasn't really crap, unfair, I'd have to go over it myself 😂 Ali: Not really, doing lil dots like that by hand is probably the most chill way to do it, it really wasn't anything to think about even Ali: I could do one for you, really get the mumbot shorting a circuit 😈 Ro: Really?! Weren't you scared?! I would be. Ro: Ali that's so brave. He must have trusted you and vice versa to such a degree Ro: Only you'd get all of this out of the way before a first date has even happened Ro: No wonder you're so giddy Ali: Nah it's not scary, you can watch next time I do one on me, if you like, see for yourself Ali: Promise it isn't dead gory or anything Ali: I'm thinking of doing a Clitocybe rivulosa, our 👑 achievement in witchery to date, you want in? Ali: Won't show Mum that one forreal, she'd lock us in separate dungeons again 👎💔 Ali: Yeah...it felt good to get that shit out of the way, this way, if he wants to look down at his hand ever again and not be reminded of a bad memory, we'll have to make it good Ali: Clever, non? Everyone will think its ridiculous, I know, but I trust his intentions now, which is more than I can say for any of my previous Ali: Bar Marlene, of course, although technically she didn't set her intentions but not in a malicious way so we're letting it slide Ro: Do you sincerely promise? I'd like to see the whole thing for myself before I make any of my own but Ro: It does sound lovely. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so pleased Ro: No offense to Marlene, oops, I'm getting carried away here Ro: It is happy news though Ro: I mean, a love letter on skin, that's just Ro: It makes me speechless Ali: 🤞 Ali: ❌💚🙏☠💉👁 Ali: Me too, it's catching Ali: It'll be better in the long run, she can find her a wifey Ali: I know, I just- ahh Ali: He just text, asking if I got Home alright Ro: Sorry but this boy is a keeper Ro: that's so gentlemanly it's like we've stepped into Austen Ro: Are you nervous about school? It just sounds so magical and classrooms are so...well, not, aren't they? Ali: Better! He wasn't stand-offish and rude to me at the party, only to be won 'round by my wit, humor and independent spirit Ali: Clearly, he's more clued in and go-with-the-flow than Darcy, a win in anyone's books, even Jane's Ali: Hmm, not particularly, nah Ali: I'm not overly concerned with what other people think, so that won't spoil it, fat chance Ali: and we've always had a certain talent for making the mundane magical, haven't we? Ro: Jane would be spinning! Lydia with all her apparent lack of concerns for 'social conventions' has nothing on you and I have little doubt you'd be overjoyed by whatever 'disgraces' Caleb had in mind Ro: A much better match that anything she'd have conceived no doubt Ro: School seems so far off still but now I really am envious that you've made certain you'll have reason to look forward to it. Very unfair! Ro: The only fly in the ointment, potentially is what Marlene might say, how much are you going to tell her? Ali: 🙊 Ali: I'd be happy to regale you with the night's disgraces but I have even less doubt that you'd rather not hear about those details Ali: You're not trying to tell me you've previously nearly eloped with Caleb yourself though, are you? 🤔 Georgiana Darcy is a pretty good fit for you Ali: Now that would be a scandal worth the gossip 😏 Ali: Perhaps you can join me and make the music block your new haunt for a bit, give the library chance to REALLY miss you, like Ali: Hmm, no doubt she'll say things she'll regret when her pride is less hurt Ali: but they aren't prejudices against my 'fake' sexuality I haven't heard before, from her as well, so 🤷 Ali: I understand why, not that I agree with her. For one, I can attest to the reality, and also, I've not got any issue with experimentation, whatever the outcome but I see her frustration Ali: Serious as she is, about, everything Ali: It'll be okay, if she doesn't want to be my friend then alright, her loss frankly, but I'll always be there for her if she chooses Ro: To be honest, no I would not. It's much too early in the year, and day, for all that Ro: Oh goodness! Flattered as I would be to considered an accomplished woman, I fall short in all necessary regards, least of all the elopement alas Ro: Hm, as much as I both enjoy, and clearly need the practice for that comparison to hold true in any sense, I think I'll leave you to the necessary haunting yourself Ro: True. She's always been very vocal, hasn't she? I can understand if you slightly relish the opportunity to leave her speechless just this once too Ro: And it really would be her loss if she chooses that path to go down anyway Ali: What can I say? I'm an overachiever Ali: Couldn't even help myself, like 😎😂 Ali: No you don't, and you're a year younger, you're well ahead of the curve set and it ain't even necessary for a lady to have pleasant hobbies and talents in our day and age so Ali: You're an overachiever too, that's why I loooooove you 💚 Ali: S'cool though, suppose we don't wanna turn up en masse, put him off his A game, bit rude Ali: It is one of the things I admire about her but less so her dogmatism Ali: No one is always right about everything, even me 😜 Ro: Thanks I suppose Ro: Though I probably shouldn't pass on that wisdom about not always being right to everyone else at the kitchen table Ro: Not if I would like to live to be a year older at any rate Ali: Honestly 🙄 Ali: No wonder they love Marlene so much Ali: Ma is gonna be gutted, no doubt it'll be all my fault Ali: like lowkey but damn, woman, show a little loyalty when your daughter can't 😂 Ro: She'll calm down as long as you keep your gentleman caller away from the door for a while I'm sure Ro: When is the first date set for actually? Oh so exciting! Ali: Yeah, we've both agreed as much Ali: For Lene's sake as much as mother's Ali: Gotta get my house in order Ali: I don't know, ooh, what should we do?! Ro: There's always the open mic if he'd adore being serenaded Ro: Sounds like you'd have time to work on a dedication if not a song Ali: THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA Ali: I'll bring out an old classic, best to stick with what I know and am best at for max best impressions Ali: Can always go new and exciting with the outfit 🤩 Ro: Exacty Ro: Your full of good ideas when it comes to that Ro: Oh! We should go donation diving. New year, new clothes to peruse through Ali: Yes! We must we must! Ali: Best time of year for it, ungrateful fuckers binning their unwanted presents Ali: Regift 'em our way 🙏 Ali: Marlene wants to meet up later Ali: Looks like we're doing this today then, ugh, we can hit the charity shops tomorrow maybe? The sales rush shoulda died down a bit at least Ro: That works for me, I'd rather not fight for my faux furs, somewhat defeats the desired purpose Ro: I'll be around if things with Marlene go according to plan, or otherwise and you need to talk it out Ali: Agreed, though I'm down for granny bashing our way to the bargains if needs must Ali: I'll be getting some practice in today, like 🙃 Ali: Thank you though, Posy Ali: Sure it'll be fine Ro: I know it will. You can do this Ro: I can condone that much at least, your shopping behavior less so Ali: 😽 Ali: With you on my side, how could I fail? Ali: She is getting narky though so watch me waltz down the stairs and out again like missed me missed me

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weinstein and more

IKM: Man, this Weinstein thing is turning into a fucking VORTEX of a shitstorm

IKM: sucking in everybody close to the dude

Kenzie: yep

IKM: Now Affleck has all kinds of groping allegations

Kenzie: I don't know if they are allegations

Kenzie: a bunch are on tape

IKM: at this point, I think we can say "groping facts"

Kenzie: Tarantino had to release a statement

Kenzie: Ben is toast

IKM: yeah, a bunch of his movies were produced by Weinstein

Kenzie: Matt Daman had to be like "I had no clue. keep my name out your mouth."

Port: Ben and his bro been bout that creep life

Kenzie: all of his movies

Kenzie: yeah I forgot about Casey

Port: I've just heard that Hollywood, generally, is filled with creeps and weirdos the higher you go

Kenzie: I would bet most of them get into the business for the ladies

IKM: Yeah the stories are starting to come out of the woodwork

IKM: the Steven Segal stories are terrible

Port: Once Terry Crews talked about getting groped up by some dude in front of his wife I was like shit.

Kenzie: what happened with Steven Seagal

DG: yeah Afflecks are verified creeps

Port: Women don't have a chance out here.

DG: Segal is involved with the Russians

IKM: Segal was inviting women to his house for "casting" interviews and would answer the door in a robe

Kenzie: Terry could have put hands on that man but didn't for his career sakes

Port: Correct

DG: Oh, didn’t see that (doh)

Port: For career's sake. Now think about a 5'3" lady

Kenzie: Segal looks like the type

Port: She can't do shit.

Kenzie: nope

IKM: Segal aint shit

IKM: and aint been shit for a long time

IKM: question is, what do we do with the likes of the Afflecks?

Port: Are we sure Segal doesn't not think he is starring in a new movie?

IKM: Casey has an Oscar and got it AFTER the whole allegations of something or other

Port: Sure did

Kenzie: there is nothing that will be done

Kenzie: they will apologize

Kenzie: give money to a cause

Kenzie: and continue to get jobs

DG: ^that

IKM: "In 2010, Affleck was sued by two former co-workers. I'm Still Here's producer, Amanda White, sued Affleck for $2 million. She detailed numerous "uninvited and unwelcome sexual advances" in the workplace, alleging that Affleck had instructed Spacehog guitarist Antony Langdon to expose himself in her presence, spoke "inappropriately" about her advancing age and fertility, discussed his "sexual exploits", referred to women as "cows", invaded her "personal space" by locking her out of her hotel room while entertaining another woman, attempted to "manipulate" her into staying with him in a hotel room, "violently" grabbed her by the arm when she refused and sent her "abusive text messages" for refusing to stay with him. White alleged that Affleck refused to honor the terms of the production agreement, including her fee, in retaliation.[163] The film's cinematographer, Magdalena Gorka, sued Affleck for $2.25 million.[164] Gorka alleged that she had been subjected to "routine instances" of sexual harassment by crew members including Langdon, "within the presence and with the active encouragement of Affleck."[165] While staying in Joaquin Phoenix's apartment during filming, Phoenix offered Gorka the private use of his bedroom. Affleck allegedly joined Gorka in bed while she slept, wearing only "his underwear and a t-shirt ... He had his arm around her, was caressing her back, his face was within inches of hers and his breath reeked of alcohol." She claimed that she was later berated and verbally attacked by Affleck for refusing his advances and she was forced to resign because of harassment and abuse."

IKM: Jeez man

DG: oliver stone said something dumb ass yesterday like “you don’t realize but what Harvey is going through right now is very difficult”

IKM: Oliver is....

IKM: I just don't know man

IKM: what a disappointment that dude is to me

IKM: seems absolutely clueless

DG: so, which Affleck is that? because either is plausible

IKM: Casey

Kenzie: yeah I knew about the Casey Affleck stuff

Kenzie: some of these guys are in a tough position

Kenzie: because they know Harvey personally

Kenzie: and some probably had prior knowledge of it

Kenzie: they have to act like they didn't know about it and hope no one has evidence contrary to that

IKM: but everybody knew

IKM: MANY people were complicit in this

IKM: apparently all of Hollywood

DG: supposedly Weinstein's contract had verbiage in it about sexual harassment suits lobbied against him

DG: not sure if that is standard contract shit or not

Schaedey: I mean it been a pretty established assumption for years, I have been hearing the same Harvey Weinstein jokes for a loooooong time

DG: really?

IKM: I think that's a problem though

IKM: people joked about it but who confronted him?

IKM: told him to stop that shit

DG: Harvey Weinstein is not on my radar on a normal day

DG: I think there’s a lot of Hollywood that is disgusting

DG: and there’s going to be a lot of shit that comes out that is terrible

DG: tip of the iceberg type shit

Port: That's what I'm saying. The culture of Hollywood seems to be gross

IKM: That's not just Hollywood though

IKM: This is pretty much male culture at large

IKM: Hollywood is just high profile

IKM: male culture at large is gross

Port: Also correct

Port: I'd imagine every creepy Hollywood exec is like turbo Gronk

Port: Jus a non-stop stream of sexually suggestive jokes

IKM: we "expect" Hollywood to be better cause they are generally liberal, pro-women in Hollywood

IKM: but that's a falsehood. Nowhere is pro-women

Port: Nah I dunno if I ever expected anyone with power to not be a scumbag but this is still exceeding my expectations

Kenzie: you expect a certain level of decency

IKM: Do you?

Kenzie: and I don't believe all in Hollywood are scumbags

DG: I think there’s gotta be more good people than bad, just the bad is so terrible

IKM: Maybe yall grew up differently than me

Kenzie: exactly DG

IKM: Cause male culture growing up...

Kenzie: growing up yes

Kenzie: but then you grow up

DG: some do

IKM: exactly

Kenzie: and you realize you were a scum bag

IKM: SOME

DG: but where does that example of the culture come from?

DG: you don’t just conjure this shit up

IKM: exactly

Port: Easy guys this is just locker room talk

(unamused)

DG: for example: I hadn’t seen blade runner in decades so I watched it this last week prior to seeing the new one… there is a scene where Harrison ford straight up rapes the replicant chick

IKM: Real shit, if you were to ask all the women you know if they have a sexual harassment, assault or straight up rape experience and they were to be truly honest with you, what percentage do you think would say "yes" to at least 1 of those three?

DG: but it was this scene that was probably thought of as an attractive and aggressive man keeping a woman from leaving when you know she wants to stay

DG: at least

Kenzie: their entire life?

Kenzie: I would say 75%

DG: revenge of the nerds the head nerd straight up rapes the hot girl

Kenzie: I am thinking about all of the shit I did as a teenager

IKM: Man DG I don't remember that

DG: he has a Darth Vader mask on I think? and screws her pretending to be her boyfriend

IKM: shiiiit

IKM: didn't even remember that

Kenzie: although that is rape it isn't what was considered rape back then

Port: 100% IKM

Kenzie: I want to hold out some hope Port

Kenzie: are we talking catcalls are sexual harassment also

IKM: Makes you really want to go back and think when you were younger like "Did I do some repugnant shit?"

Kenzie: I know I did

Port: This is coming from my small sample size but I've asked every one of my lady friends every one of them has at least one story

Port: From the light end to the awful end.

Port: I know for a fact I did

Kenzie: teenage boys are awful

Port: Can confirm

Kenzie: myself included

Kenzie: how many random asses did you grab on a dare from your friends

K Myers Jr.: I didn't do any of that cause I was an anti-social misfit.

IKM: And friends can't dare you to do shit when you're friends just as wack as you, lol

IKM: but who knows, I think I totally erased high school from my memory banks it was so wack, lol

Kenzie: yeah I try not to think about all the inappropriate things I did

Kenzie: all of the stupid statements I have made

Kenzie: and young Kenzie still wasn't as bad as others that I know

IKM: Oreilly, Affleck, Weinstein, Cosby, they are dinosaurs

IKM: world has changed

IKM: even from 10 years ago

IKM: that type of behavior is simply unacceptable

IKM: except if you're the president

Kenzie: but what about shit happening at new companies

DG: the google manifesto

Kenzie: isn't Uber going through shit

DG: yes it is

IKM: and I think 10 years ago we don't even hear about that

Kenzie: of course not

DG: definitely don’t because of no social media

DG: giving people public voices that never had them before

Kenzie: shit like that becomes standard practices

Kenzie: some women are coming out saying that co-workers kept her away from Harvey because they knew the deal

Kenzie: what are the chances that Harvey's brother knew what was going on

DG: 100%

IKM: of course he did

Kenzie: exactly

IKM: whole board knew

DG: scope and breadth, maybe not

DG: I picture one of those scenes where they are talking and a name comes up and brother goes “Jesus, Harvey”

DG: “but I had to make her watch me jerk off onto a plant”

Kenzie: You think Hugh Hefner was out here being a scumbag

Kenzie: he seems like he was in the perfect position to be one

IKM: I think Hugh set his shit up the proper way

IKM: Never heard of any harassment claims or anything on Hugh

Kenzie: Like Bill Burr said you just live too long

DG: I'm a pornographer and sexual exploiter of women… (y) aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee (y)

IKM: Hugh was never a pornographer

Kenzie: it is called soft-core porn

DG: he was never a hard core pornographer

IKM: and whether or not what he did was sexually exploit women is up for argument

Kenzie: and he has a tv station dedicated to that

IKM: Exploitation is 1-way street

IKM: and porn has no artistic value

Schady: playboy was artistic?

IKM: so if his pictures have artistic merit they are not porn

Kenzie: didn't he get his hands on Marilyn Monroe skinny dipping pictures and published the pictures

Kenzie: he had an entire station that was not dedicated to art

IKM: from what I know about playboy

IKM: it was about doing tasteful nude pictures

DG: throwing money at someone who needs it to pose naked in your magazine so you can make more money is sexual exploitation

IKM: No it isn't

IKM: I need money. I get paid to program. Am I being intellectually exploited?

DG: but you would normally program, yes?

IKM: Yes

DG: i’m gonna go out and say not everyone that appeared in playboy would normally strip for money… some sure

Schady: yeah i dont think the girls doing nude photo shoots came out of school saying that is the career i need to be pursuing

Kenzie: http://www.npr.org/2017/10/01/554854492/marilyn-monroe-helped-hugh-hefner-but-not-by-choice

Kenzie: yeah he published those pictures without her permission

IKM: He woulda got sued out the ass today

IKM: suprised he didn't back then

IKM: or really I guess im not suprised

DG: if hugh ever sold being in a playboy as a way to jump start an acting career, or saying something like “i know people, do this for me…”… that’s exploiting

IKM: I can agree with that

Kenzie: i don't know

IKM: but there were plenty of women who appeared in playboy who did have acting careers

Kenzie: if he said sleep with me i know people than yes

DG: sure that happened too

DG: pose naked so i can sell magazines

IKM: I dont want to fall into the slippery judgement slope

DG: the man did it for decades, so i’m sure there’s a little bit of everything in his history

IKM: To me there is acceptable behavior and theres unacceptable. Paying women or men to be naked in your magazine? I honestly don't think anything is inherently wrong with that

IKM: As long as they weren't duped

IKM: as long as they know what they are getting themselves into

IKM: this is a free country, so do what you want

Port: Nah Hef came from that old school where quaaludes were like tic tacs

IKM: lol so you think hef was Lud'in em up?

Kenzie: i bet his playboy mansion parties where drug dens

Port: That's the era he me up in!

Port: I'm sure they were 'ludin in the grotto

IKM: if two people choose to take drugs and have sex while high that's not necessarily a problem

IKM: it's the Cosby, "I'll lude them in secret"

Port: Hmm that's where it gets tricky sir

Kenzie: but how many people were getting cosby'd up in that bitch

Port: Lot I'd say Kenzie.

Kenzie: yep

Kenzie: i doubt cosby invented the game

Port: Throughout the 70s and 80s. Prolly enough blow to build a snowman in the grotto

Kenzie: brotha from philly he didn't know how to get down like that

Kenzie: i bet they tried

Kenzie: Hef probably took Bill under his wing

Schady: i dunno i mean there is something to be said about attracting women to a place with piles of drugs and then them making even more poor decisions in an altered state of mind

Schady: obviously the women taking them intentionally are mostly to blame but it is very is enabling and promotes poor decisions

Kenzie: substitute drugs for alcohol and is it still wrong?

Schady: its still wrong but just gets a pass cuz its "socially acceptable"

Schady: alcohol gets a pass on so much shit

Kenzie: in those circles it was socially acceptable to do the same with copious amounts of illicit drugs

Schady: there are some differences

Schady: coke is much more physically addictive short term than say alcohol

Schady: so once some girl tries it once she could be doing some fucked up shit just to stay high

IKM: listen, if you go to the grotto you know what its about

IKM: if you're getting fucked up in the grotto it's with a purpose

Schady: maybe? You think it was always known to everyone

Schady: we say this after decades of tales of debauchery

IKM: two people go to a party and get drunk

IKM: they sleep with each other

IKM: is one a rapist?

IKM: I think we would say no

Port: We would

Schady: im not saying rapist

Port: Consent law not so much

Schady: but i am saying that having piles of drugs accessible to anyone that is around is somewhat exploitative

Schady: having spent plenty of time around people that like to get fucked up

IKM: isn't it the same as having a bunch of beer and alcohol?

Schady: like i said

Schady: some drugs are different

Schady: whats the joke in half baked? "I used to suck dick for coke.... ever suck dick for some marajuana?"

IKM: LOL

IKM: Its a weird line though

IKM: cause it says, "Ok men, it's ok for you to go out and get fucked up. Women? You have to stay sober."

IKM: If men can go out and get drunk and try to get laid, why can't women?

Kenzie: if that was your intention then go ahead

Port: You can but you gotta know as a guy that that could go left.

Kenzie: yes

Port: Honestly never thought about it till later in life but yeah whenever someone doesn't have their full mental capacity about themself

Kenzie: back in the day that was easy pickins

Port: You open yourself up. Because just being wasted isn't consent.

Kenzie: when that happens you have to get as drunk as them

IKM: I mean, I was wack so I don't know the answer to this question, but as a single dude, how many times are you having sex without the influence of alcohol?

Kenzie: if both are wasted then you are good

Port: More than I did not

Kenzie: if you are sober and she is wasted you could be in trouble

IKM: sober + wasted is bad for business unless the man is the one wasted

Port: Yes. If you are both wasted you still could be if she says I don't remember consenting to this.

Port: Correct IKM. If you're blasted then it's whatever.

Kenzie: what if you say i don't remember consenting to this

Kenzie: then the question is who has sex with who

Kenzie: DUN DUN DUN

Port: Then same rules apply

IKM: lol @ dun dun

IKM: See, this is why I don't drink

Kenzie: you can drink without getting wasted

Port: Jus nobody would give a shit about Kenzies story of being wasted then taken advantage of

IKM: so you gotta give breathalizer tests at the door Kenzie, lol?

Kenzie: i don't like not having my wits with me out in the street

IKM: "Aaaaaand now sign this release form..."

Port: I think you just gotta use your adult sensors

Kenzie: at home get as wasted as you want

Port: You can tell when someone is rippppppped

Kenzie: you can tell the signs of a drunk woman

IKM: you cant tell if you are drunk too

Kenzie: they get really touchy feely

Port: Like I was out one time and this chick was wasted. Slumped in a photo booth type thing in the bar

Kenzie: LOL

Kenzie: always makes me laugh

Port: And dudes were swarming

Kenzie: sloppy drunks

IKM: See Porter, you call her homegirl to come pick her up

Port: And I was like...this may end up bad

Kenzie: somebody is going to put their junk on her head and take a picture

Port: She had no friends around her

Kenzie: i know how that story goes

IKM: Came alone and got drunk?!?

Kenzie: seen it a thousand times

Port: She could barely talk we got her phone and the last missed call was her homies looking for her

Kenzie: first off no girl goes out alone

Kenzie: they will end up alone because apparently girls get lost easily

Port: She got out safe but the guys tryna engage in "conversation" KNEW she was trshed. An easy mark

Port: Correct

Kenzie: you got to stay away from that

IKM: Far

Kenzie: even if you know the girl

Kenzie: you have to know how fucked up they are because if they cross the deep end game over

Port: Nah man these days I feel like I do my part and get em an Uber or something

Kenzie: oh so you now mr captain save a hoe

Kenzie: lol

Kenzie: i just had to say it

IKM: That would be the last time I hang with such a girl

Port: Lmaooo

K Myers Jr.: If you can't handle your liqour you shouldn't be drinking

Port: Nah man just tryna break trip cycle of male shitiness

Port: I can't handle my liquor IKM BUT GUESS WHAT

Kenzie: but how does she learn not to get that drunk

[Kenzie: not saying she needs to get assualted to learn

Port: I dunno man I can't teach that lesson.

Kenzie: but i am a 6'2 250lb black man and i don't get that drunk

Kenzie: i have no fear of someone raping me and i know better

Port: Yeah I wouldn't want anyone to learn the lesson that way.

IKM: I tell you how such a person learns that lession: the next time she wants to go out her friends are like "uggggghhhh no. YOu can't handle your drinks."

IKM: done

Port: Or they smack drinks out of her hands

IKM: even better, lol

Kenzie: i have heard of stories of girl completly losing members of the group

Kenzie: that has never happened to me once

Kenzie: they can be horrible at watching each others backs

Port: Horrrrrible

] Port: That was the girl in the story we were like where TF are your friends?

Port: They left her at the spot because they couldn't find her slumped in the photo booth

Kenzie: granted i probably wouldn't look in the photo booth for you

Kenzie: we have the sense to passout in the bathroom

Kenzie: "PORTER YOU IN THAT STALL MAN"

Kenzie: wait i got seperated once when i got kicked out the club and my boy was still in there

Kenzie: he was looking for me and i was slumped outside

Kenzie: wasn't a good look for me

Port: Lmao Kenzie that has literally been me

Port: In the stall giving up all the body

Kenzie: i had friend say he had to use the bathroom and then 30 minutes later we was like where did he go

Kenzie: i go to the bathroom and that is where he was still at

Kenzie: said he just needed a rest

Kenzie: legs wouldn't get him back up

Kenzie: lol

IKM: lol

TS: http://money.cnn.com/2017/10/12/media/rose-mcgowan-harvey-weinstein/index.html

Kenzie: why was she banned from twitter?

TS: apparently she put someone’s personal phone number on there and it got her kicked off for a day

Kenzie: ok

TS: Bro, y’all had a real ass convo on here

TS: Gotta edit it but I definitely think this goes to the logs.

TS: @Kenzie, yeah, when I think about shit looking back, I thought I was a choir boy but shit. Definitely grabbed boobs and asses

Kenzie: same

TS: My twitter isn’t the worst BUT OH GOD IF I EVER GET FAMOUS, FIRST THING GOING IS FACEBOOK

[Kenzie: i thought i was just playing a part in the game that we all thought was cool

Kenzie: i grab your ass, you pretend like you didn't like it, rinse and repeat

TS: there was a time as teen that i tried to use porn logic… Grabbing turns them on...

TS: I was lied to

Kenzie: little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

Kenzie: never used that logic tre

IKM: On 10/13/17, at 11:58 AM, Kenzie wrote:

> little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

IKM: lol wut

Kenzie: by my sophmore year in highschool i stopped most of that shit

Kenzie: it was really around the ages of 12 - 15

TS: I remember and I think this kinda will haunt me. Wasn’t me but there was this girl in HS, ran for Ms Freshman. Beautiful, fun, great personality, everything. She was being her as usual, relaxing outside the JROTC building. I went to the shooting range, came back and she was in the bathroom BAWLING. Her brother runs in furious. asks where did he go and burst out the door.

TS: Dude, for whatever reason, decided to flip this girls skirt all the way up

TS: Asked me before that and I saw enough TV to think that wasn’t a big deal. TV lied to me

Kenzie: i remember in 7th grade a bunch of guys (myself included) was chasing this girl around the park so we could get her shirt wet

Kenzie: after about 5 minutes of this she got PISSED

Kenzie: turned around and lifted up her shirt and was like is this what you want to see

Kenzie: we all sat there with the dumb face on after that realizing we fucked up

Kenzie: she was legitmately pissed

Kenzie: i remember the girls name and everything

DG: yes... cool and funny wasn't cool nor funny

Kenzie: i still feel bad about that shit

DG: and no one ever told me otherwise

DG: that's the kicker

Kenzie: it was almost considered boys will be boys

DG: have to piece all that shit together yourself through age and experience

Kenzie: can't blame all that shit on hormones but it has to play a part

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