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angelguk · 5 years

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→ teeth — a taehyung drabble

or the one where taehyung’s sick of your games and decides to fuck you his way. warning: there’s a bit of amateur bondage. overuse of the word kitten. oc and taehyung are assholes to each other (but that’s only because they’re both emotionally attached by refuse to acknowledge it). mild edging. fuckbuddies au. taehyung’s a freak.

send me a kink uwu.

You’ve got your tongue dragging against the span of Taehyung’s neck. It’s sinful. The way he curves into it, head thrown back so that you can have your way with him. You’re not usually like this. Taehyung’s the one who generally sends that midnight text asking if you’re free. And that mostly ends with you naked in the backseat of his car, riding his cock like your life depends on it. But there’s a fire in your veins that has you pushing him back into the bed, forcing a bruise from his skin, your clothed cunt grinding into his crotch. You’d just had the shittest day ever and you needed something – anything to get the frustration you’re feeling out of your system. Taehyung had, naturally, been the first person to pop into your mind. You’d be ashamed tomorrow, by the way you’d stormed into his shared apartment, startlingly his roommates Jimin and Hoseok, and hauled him into his room. But right now you couldn’t care less. Not when Taehyung is wearing too many clothes for your liking. You’d stripped the moment he’d shut the door, leaving you only your underwear. It was unfair that he wasn’t naked too.

You make quick work of the shirt he’s wearing, splaying your palms on his tone chest the second it comes off. Your eyes momentarily linger on the inky lines crafted into his skin spanning along his left chest and over his shoulder. When you’d first fucked Taehyung in that nasty frat bathroom a month ago, the tattoo had thrown you completely off guard. He’d always had that gentle soft persona about him. What with the glasses and affinity for anything vintage. But you’d quickly learned that Taehyung was a man with layers. And peculiar tastes. Very peculiar tastes.

“Oh!” It’s automatic, the response Taehyung pulls from your lips. He’s bucking up into you, grinding his erection against the wetness seeping from your cunt, a wicked grin on his face. You feel the urge to take it, close your eyes and let Taehyung lead the way. But then you dig your fingertips into the taut muscles of his shoulders and wiggle your hips away from the taut grasp of his hands.

“What’s wrong?” He’s feigning concern, you can read the impatience in his eyes as clear as day.

“I’m in charge tonight.” His eyebrow raises.

“You’re in charge? Well then, what do you want to do to me, mistress?”

You bristle at the title. That’s another porn genre you didn’t into to know Taehyung was into. “Don’t call me that.”

“What you want me to call you? Ma’am? Mommy? Noona?”

“None of those. Gross.” You rise from the bed, and amble to his closet, rummaging in his silk tie collection. He’s got an obscene amount of these. But he claims his collection doesn’t deserve as much scrutiny as your didlo one does. A claret one draws your attention, intricate navy and white embellishments threaded through the fabric. You pick it up, turning to find Taehyung staring at you, brown eyes perplexed.

“Bondage? I never pegged you for the type.” You glare at him, the bed dipping under the weight of your knees. He’s got his hand stretched out, ready to receive it. “You want me to tie you up?”

“What don’t you understand about the phrase, I’m in charge?” You retort. He grins, the familiar square of his lips making your heart clench in a way you refuse to acknowledge. “I’m tying you up. And shut up before I actually peg you.”

“Feisty,” He murmurs, settling down into his mussed bedsheets, wrists neatly above his head. “I like it.” You ignore him, clambering onto his thighs, subconsciously leaning into the tent protruding from his sweats. The tie swoops neatly around his wrists, forming a simple but firm knot.

“Comfortable?”

“Not really. There’s a situation in my pants that I would love for you to fix.” You swat his side, the mischief twinkling in his eyes making your guts squirm.

“I meant the tie, you dimwit.”

“It’s alright. Kind of amateur. You could have gone all the way. Make it hurt a little bit.”

You should have expected that. Taehyung’s got a hidden preference for pain. Giving it. Receiving it. He would want the hand tie to hurt. But even with the annoyance lingering in your bones from the day you’d just had, you couldn’t make yourself steep to his level. You’d rather not hurt him. So you roll your eyes, swallowing the rude retort that’s on your tongue and lean down, slotting his lips against your own.

You’ve got your weight pinning him down, mouth working his open in harsh movements. It’s wet and hard, your teeth grazing against his because you want Taehyung to be pliant underneath you. But he’s jerking his hips against your own, jostling you around, your clit rubbing against the curve of his cock and he’s slipping his tongue into your own mouth. He’s taking control even when you’ve got him flat on the bed, supposedly at your mercy. But the way your thighs are shuddering every time he grinds his cock into you tells you that perhaps you’re at his mercy. You raise a hand in retaliation, clamping them over his bound wrists, your other palm gripping his hips, and push him roughly into the mattress as you rip your mouth away from his.

“Behave,” You hiss. Your underwear is drenched and you don’t like the way your resolve is dissolving.

Taehyung huffs, cheeks flushed. “Or what? You’re going to punish me?” He sees the flash that goes across your eyes and his dick twitches in his pants, pulsing against your own sex. “Look at that. Kitten’s learning how to be a dom.”

“You’re insufferable.” But you dig your fingers into the band of his pants, hooking onto his underwear too and drag them off. There’s a thud on the floor but your attention is drawn to the come leaking from his tip. Taehyung’s huge. It’s not even up from debate. You’d had to learn how to take all of him over time but the sheer size of it still catches you off guard sometimes. He’s got his mouth open, a remark already floating out, but you don’t give him the chance, sinking down on him hard, your hand wrapping around what can’t fit in your mouth.

“You – oh! Fffuck! Kitten – you, ngh!” His stomach curves dangerously, a sudden heat forming in his guts. The tip of his head is hitting the back of your throat. It’s warm, velvety and his groans are stuck in his throat, hips rocketing off the bed because you suck him so good. He’d never tell you but you gave him the best head he’s ever had in his life. And he’s had a lot. Most girls wanted to get it over with, just another motion that ended up with to them face first in his sheets. But swallow him like you mean it. Like you want him deep in your throat. Like you want to gag on his cock. It makes him feel even bigger when he slams into the back of your throat and you let out that little nasty noise that makes him want to fuck you senseless.

Your tongue catches on his tip, around Taehyung swears he never made the noise he did when it did. He’d been this vocal but the sound of you slurping down his dick has got him riled up, the pressure in his gut threatening to snap. You can tell he’s close. He’s twitching against your tongue, salty slick coating your mouth. Your swirl around him, dragging the tip of your tongue across his length before dipping it into his slit.

“Hhholy! Fuck! Kitten – I’m gonna come – baby. Shit, I’m gonna –“

You pull away, mouth wet and your eyes twinkling. Fairly satisfied. Taehyung’s glare has you going instantly still, the triumph you feel evaporating instantly. His eyes are narrow, skin sheeny with sweat and the restraint you’d thought was tight enough looks dangerously loose.

“What game are you playing?” His voice is low, chest rising steadily.

“I-“ Your voice feels stuck. You swallow hard, mouth still tasting like him. “That was your punishment.” You know you sound unsure. You don’t know why he makes you feel like this – like an unskilled naive virgin even though you’d had your share of partners. It’s stupid, you know it is. But you feel like squirming under his gaze, all the determination in you vanishing.

When he laughs you know you’re in for it. “You think that’s a punishment kitten? Pulling off before I finish? Like I won’t just fuck your mouth later?”

Your lips are in a hard line. “Who said I’d let you?” You shift upright, nerves prickling at the new tension in the air. You suddenly wish you were wearing a little more than your flowery underwear.

“You’ll beg for it.” The tie is loose now and Taehyung moves quickly, dragging you onto his lap, fingers ripping at your soaked panties. “I’ll make you beg for it, kitten. You said you would be in charge tonight – now it’s my turn.”

#taehyung smut #kink game #taehyung x reader #anyway stream teeth by 5sos #soundtrack is that song!! teeth!! listen to it!!

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killbaned · 5 years

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also as the resident gay that CAN drive, y’all motherfuckers that make cutesy jokes about not knowing how to drive need to fucking learn because it’s fucking annoying, and you people always end up treating people that can drive like your own personal ubers.

being 25 and not knowing how to drive isn’t cute and it doesn’t make you better than other people because “ohoh my carbon footprint lol :)”

“but i don’t have a car/i cant afford a car” you don’t need to have a car to learn to drive. if you have friends or family that has a car, you can use theirs, i did it when my piece of shit truck broke down. im not saying you can use someone else’s car on your driving test if you’re not paying for lessons from the dmv, because i don’t know the laws about that. but also, don’t pay for lessons from the dmv the instructors are almost always assholes. get a copy of the manual and study that. you don’t need to know about motorcycles or commercial vehicles aside from how to deal with them on the road.

knowing how to drive is a literal life skill people need to have, even if you dont have a car of your own. y’all make all these posts about “omg i wanna roadtrip with my friends” but then talk about not knowing how to drive how the fuck do you think you’re gonna get anywhere if you and all your mid twenties friends don’t know how to fucking drive, or if there’s only one or two people in your hypothetical group that does? being the sole driver on road trips fucking SUCKS.

and also like, being able to drive even if you don’t have a car is something that again is a life skill you should know because you just never know when a situation is going to come up where you might need to drive even if you don’t want to?? “if i get sick you better call an uber not an ambulance”, i get that. mom has a few grand in ambulance fees from the last few years. but also if someone you’re with gets sick it’s even better if you know how to drive them yourself if they have a car available. (to my knowledge even the shittest insurance plans work to where if the owner of a car lets someone else drive their car then the insurance extends to that person or it doesn’t matter because it’s the car that’s insured not the people. as long as an accident isn’t your fault it shouldn’t be an issue, but i haven’t had to get new insurance since 2014 so i don’t know for sure, i could be wrong, and it could be a thing that varies by state.)

like car culture in this country is absolutely fucked up, and classist and racist and ableist and everything, i’m not saying it’s not. and there’s plenty of valid reasons for people that can’t drive, disability is one of them. trauma is another. if you’ve had a car wreck or some other bad experience then i totally get not wanting to drive, that’s different.

but, “oh it was scary when i did it once so i never did it again” honestly is not a reason. driving a car for the first few times IS scary, because it’s a new thing. diving a car for the first few times in traffic is also fucking scary. the first year i was driving, and this was when i just had a permit so i wasn’t by myself, i was always like “i just don’t like it when there’s other cars around me”, but you get used to it.

if y’all can play video games where you have to have your head on a swivel and you get used to it you can get used to driving. yes, i know there’s a difference and you don’t have to worry about actually getting hurt in a viddy game, but its still similar. driving is honestly muscle memory more than anything. learning to keep an eye on traffic, checking your blind spots, using your blinkers, its all things you just do without thinking about it.

and i know this is a weird fucking rant to go on and i’m not saying “there’s no excuse ever for not knowing how to drive at a certain age”, because there are. i also know that even if you DO know people with a car, it’s not easy to borrow it to learn to drive. there’s school and work and life that can make meeting up hard or impossible, and if shit happens and you haven’t found the time then like, that’s fine.

but what pisses me off and made me think of this when i saw that post is that the “gay and can’t drive lol” jokes went from being jokes to y’all thinking it’s a personality trait. that and a bunch of the other shit jokes that keep going around about different stuff is honestly just coming across as “look at me i’m incompetent at basic things that one should know to be an adult and i expect other people to do these things for me and it’s cute, and if you know how to do these things that i don’t i’m going to make a bunch of posts about how you’re the bad guy because you can like, balance a budget” or whatever.

if i wasn’t having to see a fuckton of posts talking about how i’m automatically an asshole and a shitty human being because i drive instead of using public transit i wouldn’t be so touchy about this yet here i am at 4:30 in the morning.

#i put this under a cut bc it got long #lmk if read tho honestly

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brianc521 · 6 years

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Mendes Barbecue

It’s a Mendes family barbecue and Shawn brought you along for your first time of going.

It was a little nerve wracking but it helped knowing that his family liked you.

“Babe, want another one?” Shawn asked, pulling a beer out of the fridge.

“Um, no but I’ll take a water.”

“Okay,” He nods, digging into the back of the fridge to get you a water.

You and Aaliyah were just starting to get to know each other, she was just starting to open up to you and he loved watching that.

She was going on about a new play that happened at the hockey game she went to the night before when the door bell rang out throughout the house.

Shawn smiled and answered the door for his Mom, being pulled into hugs from his friends that were at the door.

But your heart stopped when Aaliyah looked up, smile erupting on her face as she jumped up from her spot next to you.

“Lauren!” She cheered, tackling Lauren with a huge hug.

“What are you doing here Laur?” Shawn asked, hugging her next.

His arms circled around her tiny waist, locking around her, face burying in her neck, eyes shut.

You looked down at your empty hands, noticing the drinks he was getting on the table next to him.

“Heard the superstar was back in town, had to come over and say hi.” She answered his question, rubbing his back up and down as she hugged him.

“It’s been too long,” He sighs, pulling back just slightly.

You stand and look around, wondering if there was another place you could go to so you didn’t have to watch this.

“Y/n, have you met Lauren?” Aaliyah asked, noticing you stand.

You look over, Shawn’s eyes widening when he finally looks back over at you.

“Babe, meet Laur.” He says waving for you to come join the group.

You put on a tight lipped smile, stopping to grab your water along the way.

“Oh sorry, I got distracted.” He says pointing to the water.

“It’s okay, I got it.” You smile at him, looking at Lauren.

“Laur this is Y/n, Y/n this is Laur.” He introduces the two of you.

“Y/n? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned a Y/n before.” Lauren looks to Shawn, who shrugs in response.

You swallow thickly, jaw tensing as he moves almost a little closer to her.

The group gets carried away with conversation, slowly moving outside where games and the grill were set up.

You stood away from the group, talking to his cousins about nothing really.

“Where’s Shawn?”

“He’s catching up with some old friends, didn’t want to intrude.”

“Intrude on what?” Karen asked.

“Shawn catching up with Lauren and the boys.” You answer, looking at your toes.

“Did he say you were intruding?” She asks as she serves up some fruit.

“What? No, I just wanted to give him his space with his friends. I’m not apart of that world for him.”

She looks at you confused, head tilting, “You’re apart of his world yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Then you’re apart of all his worlds, apart of everything.”

You look back over at Shawn who’s laughing and smiling brightly at Lauren.

“But her,” Karen points at Lauren with the spoon she was holding. “She’s not apart of his world anymore, none of his worlds.”

“Doesn’t quite look like it.” You mumble, watching as she grabs his arm.

You sit from afar tonight, watching him interact with her, Aaliyah interact with her, Manny interact with her.

It’s so natural for them. They all make conversation easy, and have old inside jokes.

For you to get Manny to even remotely look like he might smile you have to bring up something that Shawn told you to bring up.

The more you watch him and his family with her the more left out you feel. You are so out of place here, and this made it very apparent.

You had your doubts that they actually liked you but now you had your true answer.

You stand from your spot on the porch steps, heading inside, passing the small group in the kitchen and going to the door.

You slip your shoes on, reaching for your purse when his cousin pokes her head around the corner to look at you.

“You leaving?” She asks, scaring you.

You jump, hand reaching for your heart as you look up, “Um,” You look at the door and back at her. “Yeah, just gonna head home.”

“Why? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, think it’s just time I head out.”

“You’re leaving?” Karen asks, joining you two by the door.

“Yeah,” You sling your purse over your shoulder.

“Did something happen?” She asks noticing your upset gaze.

“I just don’t quite think she’s out of his world yet, and that’s okay. But I’m gonna leave.” You say softly, making Karen look out the back window.

You take that as your chance to dip, so you quickly step outside reaching for your keys.

You fumble with the key fob, unlocking the door, opening it and slamming the door shut after you climb in.

You start the car, unrolling the window.

You go to move the car to drive when you see the gate open, a tall curly haired boy jogging to your car.

“Hey, what are you doing? Why are you leaving? And why is Mum pissed at me?”

You look up at him, sighing when you see his concerned eyes.

You almost break, tell him your being stupid. You almost get out of the car and go back inside with him but then;

“Shawn where did you go? We were playing a game.” Lauren calls from the gate.

“Come back inside, come on.” He says reaching inside your car to grab your keys.

“It’s okay, just go back.” You mutter, swatting at his hand.

“Come back with me.” He says looking at you, noticing the tears pooling in your eyes. “Babe?” He asks looking at you more worried now.

“Shawn? Come on!” Lauren yells, making him look up and over at her.

“Yeah Shawn, go back to her.” You spit, putting the car in reverse so you could leave.

“Hey, wait.” He says walking with your car. “Stop the car, talk to me.”

“There’s not much to talk about.”

“Of course there is, why are you leaving?”

“Shawn!” Lauren whines.

“Just go back to your girl Shawn, it’s all good.” You say glaring at him.

He stops short, eyes widening.

“What are you talking about?” He says, still following your car. “I am with my girl right now.”

“She’s over there.” You point to Lauren who’s standing on her toes to see him over the cars.

“No,” He shakes his head at you, “You’re right here.” He says reaching for you.

You swat his hand away, and he looks at the house and then back at you. It shocks you that he runs over, opening your passenger side door and climbing in as your car is moving.

“Shawn get out.”

“No, not until you talk to me.”

You start to drive away anyway, with his eyes pleading for you to look at him.

You drive for a while, maybe a block or two until you start to unravel. You pull over, putting the car in park as you cover your face with your hands.

“You’re my girl.” He whispers, touching your arm. “You are, not her.”

“Seemed like she was tonight.” You mumble as a tear falls.

“No,” He shakes his head frantically, thumb wiping your tear.

“She just fits you know?” You look at him.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shut up, yes you do.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“I’m talking about how she fits with your family. With you, and your friends.”

“No she doesn’t.” He protests.

“No?” You question, eyebrows raised, “Think your Dad said more words to her tonight than he has ever said to me.” You bite your lip. “Aaliyah was real quick to leave her conversation with me to go to her.”

Shawn sighs, reaching for your hand but you pull back.

“And you,” You sob, making his heart break at the sound. “The way you hugged her, and spoke to her, and ditched me for her.”

He looks at you, eyes wide, mouth open to say something but nothing coming out.

“So yeah Shawn, she fits better than I do.” You say crossing your arms.

“She doesn’t.” He sighs, feeling so broken about the way he made you feel.

“I’ll just drop you back off,” You say reaching for the gear shift.

“NO!” He roars, ripping your keys out of the ignition. “You’re not leaving like this, you’re not leaving me ever.” He says gripping onto your keys.

“You say that to her too?”

“Would you stop that?” He requests. He takes your face into his hands, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “I love you,” He whispers. “I love you, I’m in love with you.”

You reach up and grip his wrists, shutting your eyes tight making more tears spill out.

“I love you so much, and you’re so wrong.” He cries. “She doesn’t fit, never had never will. There is a reason why we broke up, you know the reason.”

You roll your eyes, “She was your first love Shawn, no one forgets that.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I thought she was my first love, but I didn’t know what love was until I met you.”

You stare at him, to see if he’s telling you the truth.

“The things I would do to see you smile,” He grins, “What I would do to hear you laugh, or to hold you at night. I wanna make you breakfast, lunch and dinner, just to make sure you’re eating. I wanna comb your hair when you get out of the shower, and I wanna hear about your day at work. I pray it’s your name on my screen every time I get a message.”

He pulls you closer, his breath fanning over your face.

“I could be having the shittest day, like nothing is going right, but then I see your smile. It doesn’t even have to be directed at me, it could be you smiling at anything and BAM I’m having the best day of my life. Because you’re there, because you’re my first love. You’re the love of my life. You’re my girl, and I don’t plan on letting you go.”

You are sobbing, crawling over to sit on his lap so he can hold you, and he does. Locks his arms around you, your face buried in his chest as he whispers that he loves you in your ear.

“My Dad takes awhile to open up to people, and he likes you. Told me just tonight that I found the one. That he’s never seen someone make me so happy and treat me so right. He likes you Babe, he thinks your the one.”

You laugh a bit into is chest.

“You are the one.” He mumbles, kissing the side of your head.

“And Liyah likes you too, she just is friends with Laur which is a bit weird but whatever. But she talks about you all the time, looks up to you, wants to be you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” He nods, “And Mum, she fucking loves you. Has since the first time I came home and went; ‘I think I found her Mum, think I found my one.’ She asked about you and I didn’t even know your name yet, all I knew was that you drank White Chocolate Mocha’s at Starbucks and that I was the one who paid for you that day. But she loved you then.”

You laugh and smile at the memory of how you and Shawn first met.

“And me?” He hugs you tighter. “Well you heard my schpeal, but I’ll say it again, I’ll go on longer if you need me too. Because I love you, I’ve always loved you, I’ll always love you, and that’s not gonna change.”

“I love you too.” You pull back to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, brushing the hair out of your face. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t care about you.” He pouts, “You have to know that I care, I care the most, I care.”

“I know you do.”

“God I love you,” He sighs, leaning up for a kiss.

Your hands are in his hair, his are on your hips, lips on each other as you both hold on to the other for dear life.

You pull away first, shifting over to the drivers seat, his hand on your leg as you take the keys back and start the car.

You make a U-turn and park back in your spot at his parents house.

He watches you with careful eyes as you get out of your car, wiping at your eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you wait for him to get out.

“We’re going back to the party, I never got food and you never brought me that water.”

He drops his head and gets out, reaching for you.

“I thought you were dropping me off.” He whispers, hugging you for real now that he can hold you.

“No, I’m staying too.” You whisper, holding him tighter.

“You better be staying for life.”

“I am.”

“Shawn, there you are! What happened?” Lauren asked walking out of the gate.

You tensed in his arms, and he sighed.

“Just talking to my girl.” He said staring into your eyes. “My girl.” He whispered to you.

“Yours.” You whispered back.

He leaned down, kissing you softly. He tasted like the beer he was drinking, but a lot like the love he was conveying to you.

His hands pulled you closer by your hips, as your hands slid up his chest to the back of his neck.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip and you gladly opened up for him. He moaned softly when your tongue came into contact with his.

Lauren cleared her throat but he waved her off, lifting you off your feet, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she went back to the party, alone.

“Was that necessary?” You giggled against his lips when you heard the gate latch into place.

“It was.” He nodded, looking up at you now that he was holding you.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love with you.” He smiled, letting you jump down and gently put you on your feet. “Let’s get you food and a water.”

“I might take that beer now actually.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughs chasing you back in the house.

Karen stands in the kitchen when you both come running in laughing.

He kisses your cheek, leaving you at the island so he could make you a plate of food.

Karen looked over and smiled at you.

There was laughing from outside as the sliding door opened, Shawn returning to your side with a plate of food piled high for the both of you to share.

“Shawny, I think this is your beer.” Lauren said in her disgustingly cute voice.

“Oh thanks,” He said around a mouth full of food. “But I’m actually gonna have a water,” He swallowed, sliding the beer over to you. “That way my girl can have the rest of my beer.” He smiled.

“Oh,” Lauren said shifting her weight from one foot the to other.

“Thanks,” Shawn said nodding to her and looking back at you, feeding you a strawberry.

She groaned, walking away.

He laughed as you took a bite, shaking your head at him.

“Think she got the picture now?” He asked eating the rest of what you didn’t.

“Maybe?” You giggle.

Karen stands, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, as she watched the whole scene play out.

She walked past them, hitting Shawn in the head making him wince in pain, whipping around to look at her.

“Mum?” He asked confused.

“You’re stupid, but a smart stupid.”

“Thanks?” He said looking at you confused as his Mom walked away.

“She’s right,” You shrugged, taking a bite out of his burger.

“I’m smart stupid?” He said taking the burger back.

“Yeah, but your my smart stupid.”

He grins, mustard on his lip, making you laugh.

“You have,” You point to his mouth, laughing harder as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, spreading it further. “You made it worse.” You giggle.

“Help me!” He whines, pulling your chair closer.

You grab your napkin, wiping his face off, holding his chin in your hand.

“Shawn Mendes, you are smart stupid and I love you.” You sigh, staring into his eyes.

“Y/n L/n, you’re really beautiful and I love you.” He whispers, leaning in and kissing you.

Yeah, he’s pretty great, and when you need it he makes you feel like the only person in the world.

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princewrath-blog · 6 years

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#HighwayToHell #PartOne #BDB #PL

Rhampage: Look who I’ve found, Wrath. [The lounge was semi-private but you could still hear the pumping sounds from the main floor of the Iron Mask. I escorted a gorgeous female toward the male across the room. She had long, shining blonde hair and curves for days. Walking next to me, with my arm around her waist, she swayed as if to the music. Her eyes shone with excitement and as we neared she started to flush a little.] Exquisite. Isn’t she? [My devilish grin let my friend know exactly what was going through my head right now.] She was dying to meet the Prince. [I flashed him a wink and turned my lips to her ear.] Isn’t he magnificent? Just like his daddy. Tall, dark, and phearsome. [She blushed harder and ducked her head to hide her grin. It only made me push that much harder.] He’s hung like a moose. You think that you could handle that much male? [She giggled and squirmed in my arms. I stood behind her, holding her tightly as she leaned all of her weight into me.] Come now. Let’s show his highness what you have to offer. [I stroked one arm to get her to calm down. She was like putty in my hands. I trailed one finger over her collarbone and down the front, dragging her shirt lower.] Such lovely, full, breasts. [The fabric was stretched so tightly over her that you could see her hard nipples. I scooped my hand inside and brought out a bare breast for Wrath to see. My eyes were on him the entire time. She was never my true prey. I freed the other breast and left them both pressed close together, held up by the collar of her now completely stretched out shirt.] Delicious.

LW:

Once again I sat with a drink in hand as I waited on Rham. The last message I had received said was he had a devilish night planned. I should have been nervous, but I was not. We had a knack of causing chaos in the midst of a calm sea. Hearing a familiar voice from behind I turned, seeing Rhampage headed my way with a voluptuous blonde on his arm, I knew right away what was in store for tonight's festivities already. My eyes focused on his stare. *Rham, nice to see you.* I looked at my watch and then back to her. I gave her an in-depth ominous look, letting my lip curl into a crooked, wicked smirk. I could already smell her arousal as I am sure Rham did, this made his game excel to another level. I played right along with him. She was no match for the pair of us. Standing tall I went to examine her for myself. With a low growl rumbling deep in my chest. Her breast filled his hands, and I ran the pad of my thumb over her hardened nipple. Dipping my head down to the side of her face, I took a deep breath in skimming my nose along her jawline until my lips pressed to her ear. *Do I meet your requirements female?* I said in a hushed tone. I could hear her heart sped up and her flesh turned from a pink glow to red heat. I was now pressed somewhat against her body looking Rham right in the eye. My hand trailed down her other arm. *Rhampage, what have you promised this female? I already knew, but I wanted him to speak it out. I wanted to make sure she was willing to go through with our charade.

Rham: [Sandwiched as she was between the two of us, she was beyond anything more complicated than pleading 'Yeeesss...' I grinned and let her feel my erection pressed tightly against her ass.] I didn't promise her anything that she didn't come looking for. [He was standing so close to her that when I ran my hand down between her thighs I was also brushing against his length. It was anything but innocent. Nothing ever was between us. Her short skirt rode up easily for me.] I swear, Wrath, she found me. [Her breathing was becoming erratic. She gave up on any semblance of holding herself together and let her head fall back against my shoulder. I thrust my middle finger in deep and was rewarded with a throaty moan.] Apparently we have made quite the name for ourselves. Rhonan brings more and more of them to my attention each time. [I rolled my wrist to bump against him again. Two knuckles traced him through his leathers in the same motion that it took for me to prime the female. My game was shameless and I knew it. Never once did my eyes leave Wrath. Not even as I grazed my fangs down her slender neck.] You won't be getting just one of us, female. [Another delightful groan and I could almost see her eyes rolling back in her head.] No one ever gets just one of us. [My heart was in that statement more than I liked to admit. It was a fear of mine that he would find a shellan one day. My pulse jumped. I forced myself to tamp down the fear and focus on the here and now. My gaze fell then to hide the thoughts inside my head. I pretended to be admiring her breasts just before slipping my fangs into the sweet spot at her neck. I sealed my lips around the soft skin and drank deeply from the vital blood. Her heart thrummed out a rapid beat that gave so easily what I was after, though I didn’t stay there long. My goal was not to wear her out before the fun had even started. I closed the wound with a swipe of my tongue and looked at Wrath once more, this time licking my blood soaked lips.]

LW: *This game that we played often was indeed a form of art. Rham was Picasso, and she was just the empty canvas we would paint on. He already had her in a state of provocation. My length was already pressing against my zipper as Rhams knuckles brushed over them. I noticed the rhythm of her heart accelerated as the adventure continued. *Rham, how is it you always know what I like.* Our eyes fixed on each other, and our prize was melting in between us. My fangs elongated as he drank from her neck. The thirst I felt was like desert air. My eyes drifted down the form of her body. Thinking to myself how he knew what we both liked. Was it greedy of us? Most definitely, but I was in no hurry to stop. I cupped her rounded breast leaning my head down sucking on her hardened nipple. My hand ran up the inside of her other thigh until I covered Rhams hand going knuckle deep with him. Her moans grew louder with every movement. At this point we needed to take her to a more private place in back or Rhonan would have no other choice but to break us apart and ask us to leave the area. With one more nip on her breast I brought my head back up with the shittest grin on my face. Speaking to Rham only because by now she was in such a state of ecstasy she would not be able to respond appropriately. *Shall we continue in the back Brother?* My hand was still on his, I would not move it until he gave me the call.

Rham:

[There was something to be said for playing the voyeur. I licked my lips more than was absolutely necessary just watching Wrath. His mouth at her plump breast was enough to make me lose it right there. Delicious. She was certainly enjoying herself, the sounds muting out whatever music was coming from the dance floor. If we were lucky this would last well into the wee hours of the morning. The female seemed up for it and I knew that Wrath was on board. Maybe I'd stop halfway and pull in another willing body. I kind of had a knack for that sort of thing. I hummed my approval as Wrath's finger joined mine. I'd lick her off of his finger later. I met his grin with a fanged one of my own.] What?... You don't like the locale?... [I glanced over my shoulder at where Rhonan was guarding the doorway. No one else was getting through here but they could easily see in if they were so inclined. There was a sudden moment of eerie silence. The music cut out and it was like someone hit the mute button on the entire club. I was just about to ask the bouncer what the sitch was when a loud scream shredded the silence like a million blades. In the blink of an eye, Rhonan was gone from his post.] Shit! Wrath! [I damn near dropped the female. Forgotten was any thought of getting some tonight. Something had just gone seriously fubar and I was going to find out what it was. The katana strapped to the middle of my back was too long for a crowded club like this one so I reached back with both hands to pull out the shorter, twin blades. They shown in the dark with an eerie light. That could mean only one thing. Shades were near. Our weapons had all been blessed by Lassiter. They were the one thing that could harm the evil creations. I shot a look back at Wrath that was slightly panicked. We weren't ready for this. We had been preparing for so long but had never actually faced off against one of the shadowy creatures.] Call for backup.

LW:

Things were undoubtedly taking off. Her arousal filled the room, and I was ready to sink not only my teeth into her vein but my length between her thighs. Rham and I would fill every opening imaginable. Answering Rham with a simple *You know me, I don't give a fuck where we are, I was more offering privacy for our guest. I think she is out to lunch right now.* I gave him a dirty little smirk and flashed a wink at him. I did like the game. We had perfected this charade. Stillness filled the entire club, hitting our room last. Rhonan was gone, and in a slow motion matrix moment Rham yelled out, and his Astrux duties went on high alert almost dropping the female. I had her in one arm reaching for my cell with my free hand. Yea, we had been training, but we were not yet ready for what the devil had released. It was like there was a new sheriff in town now. *On it* is what I yelled out after placing the female on a bar stool. I called none other than my father. He no doubt was sitting behind his massive ornate desk. Keeping the race safe was now the forefront of every brother's job. I slide my phone back in my pocket. I reached for my Shuriken throwing stars. My father always said I was born with them in my hands. I looked at Rham again, I suddenly saw him differently. *Dude, do not go all savior on me. I am not ready to go on solo missions without you yet.* I had my stars griped between my fingers and my daggers planted against my back.

Rham:

You know you'd never be able to make it through a mission without me anyway. [I flashed him a grin that I wasn't really feeling and poked my head around the edge of the entranceway. I wasn't about to jump right into the mess without seeing what was doing first. Utter mayhem was one way to describe it. Bodies were surging this way and that, trying to get away from the creatures that they couldn't see very well. The naturally dark lighting of the club was making it hard to get a good idea of where the bad guys were. One thing was for certain, no one was getting out the front door. They were getting cut down like cordwood. Shit! This was bad! Very bad! The majority of the crowd out there were vampires. Our race was being slaughtered right in front of my eyes. It was something out of a horror movie. Glowing eyes shown from every corner. I couldn't get an accurate count on how many there were. A group of vampires came toward me, no doubt trying to flee out the back way. I quickly grabbed the first in the crowd and pulled them through. At this point the real goal was going to be saving as many as possible and somehow making it out alive. I motioned for them to be quiet as I pulled more through, blindly shoving them behind me, knowing that Wrath would take care of them. I reached for the last in a group of five when a Shade caught on to what we were doing. His icy gaze found mine and I was held in place. My body responded before my mind had even caught up. I yanked the civilian through the door, using the momentum to propel myself straight into danger. I deflected a wicked blade intending chop down the male but only barely. It grazed off the side of my arm leaving an angry slice. I'd worry about that later, this fucker needed to go down so we could get to more survivors. Years of training kicked in just as my brain finally got with the program. This wasn't going to be some simple case of stabbing the thing through the heart. Shades were shadow creatures created by the Bastard Throe. The only way to take one down was to chop it to pieces. I let out a loud battle cry and set to doing just that.]

LW:

I didn't have the time to debate if I would make it or not. I would never say anything to belittle Rham; he was my partner in crime. There was nothing we did not know of each other. He kept calm and quiet as he started shuffling people through the door. Panic was the look on all their faces as they made their way to me. I hushed them and made my way to the back door of the VIP lounge. With my hand turning the knob and slowly opening the door I started helping them out one at a time. I was on the third person when a rebellion seemed to be happening in the alley. I opened the door wider when I became face to face with a set of glowing eyes. *Fuck NO* is all I got out before I threw one of my throwing stars. It only stunned him briefly. I kicked the door shut and watched as the civilians headed into a corner like trapped rats. We were surrounded, and this shit was about to get real. Reaching to my back and pulling a dagger out I was crouched and ready to take on whatever came through the back door. *Rham, I hope you got something up your sleeve, we are in deep shit right now.* I hope some backup was on there way. That's when the back door splintered, and I was going to fight my way out, or we were all headed to the fade.

Rham:

[I was trading blows with the fucker in front of me but it was getting me nowhere, fast. The situation on the dance floor wasn't improving any but I did take heart in the fact that a few more got behind me into the VIP room. At least there weren't any Shades in there. I hoped.] Fuck this! [I danced back and around a table so that I could buy the time to switch out my weapons. The longer blade of the katana was by far my favorite and I didn't have the luxury of playing it safe anymore. Any bystanders I thought to avoid were mostly dead by now anyway. It was time to put up or shut up. The blade gleamed brightly in the darkness as it cut a wicked arc through the Shade in front of me. There were no screams of pain from the creature, they felt nothing and only knew death. Its arm disappeared almost before I even finished slicing it free. Still, it didn't stop. I heard what sounded like an explosion behind me and the only thing that I could think of was Wrath. That was where he was. I saw red in an instant. Like a switch had flipped. My entire body was behind the swing that decapitated the foe in front of me. It seemed to do the trick but I didn't stop to see what the outcome was before I was running back into the VIP room. I saw the broken pieces of the back door and thought the worst instantly. The first fucker that came through the door met the same fate as the one on the dance floor. Smooth decapitation, like a surgical strike. From the side of my vision I finally registered Wrath crouched there and it felt like I could breathe again.] FUCK! I thought you were already a goner! [I saw all of the civilians hiding behind Wrath and couldn't be prouder of the male. He was protecting them no matter what. Well, we both were now. I sheathed my blade quickly and went to the large couch in the room.] Help me with this. We need a barricade until the Brothers show up. Angel help us. This is really bad, Wrath. That front room is a complete meat grinder.

#HighwayToHell #PartOne #BDB #PL

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todorokis-left-shoe · 4 years

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All the walking yesterday combined with my stupid uterus punishing me for no good reason has me dead. Be at the funeral this Sunday where they will be playing a distorted version of Elmo's world as my Amazon box is lowered into the Walmart garbage can, entering hell and bunking with Satan. I will change my name to Gloria Wheatbuckle and take part in the hell Olympics, where I will compete in lava swimming only to come out in 3rd place because turns out lava isn't swimmable— who knew? Satan will tell me I'm an even piece of shit soul and ban me to purgatory where I will then meet Albert Einstein and we'll dine with Jack the Ripper, partake in Sunday brunch with George Washington and some guy named Johnson Fork. In purgatory I will be crowned the shittest shit there ever to of been shitted, therefore earning my play in purgatory. For the rest of my eternity I play a never ending game of soccer with Elvis— but not just one Elvis, 200+ Elvis. Yeah turns out Elvis never existed. It was always a conspiracy. All Elvis was, and always have been, impersonators of impersonators. Elvis was just a construct created from someone's fursona— that's right, Elvis was once a bipedal goat made up for the enjoyment of some guy's fanfiction for the show M.A.S.H. You know the truth and its thanks to me, Gloria Wheatbuckle form the beyond.

Y'all I'm tired.

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☆ Might as well :'3

even though tadashi’s stated opinions in that early game conversation they had about friends and such in a murder game early chapter 2 went absolutely down the shitter with other people (fun fact yuuf: dash and miko were dating when you told me veronica thought they were friends, oops), tadashi stayed remarkably neutral on veronica the whole time. honestly he set out with a lot of respect for her, which actually never really died- he was very glad that she was the very first person he talked to in this strange new situation, rather than someone losing their mind completely, and instantly pegged her as someone who might be useful and reliable to keep in contact with to logically figure this out.

and he just..... stayed like that, really? at the time their chapter two discussion happened tadashi was still very much on the train of all he said there, and the fact that veronica seemed to both agree with him AND not be looking to push... whatever the fuck they had any deeper ramped up the respect for her really. it actually did make him break his arm’s distance approach to the conversation to find out just how much she was like him, by asking if she would be looking to make friends with these people outside of the game- she differed from him there, at the time, but it didn’t shake him too much. can’t have it all right. anyway who cares

that said veronica DID actually dodge a massive bullet with tadashi too, around chapter 5- if tadashi hadn’t learnt previously via his secret being delivered that the whole situation with his parents was an accident, he ABSOLUTELY would not have believed veronica’s explanation of her secret being an accidental situation, and likely would have drifted away from sharing too much with her in the idea that she’d totally kill again and who better than someone in his position right lol. he may have still come out of that situation a little warier in canon just because she’d proved she could kill someone, but it could have been worse, and his opinion didn’t shift much at all.

tadashi never really had a drive to push things much further with veronica because of their shared stance to not make friends etc in a murder game, even with the respect for her. him inviting her to play with him in the arcade was, admittedly, more a shittest of ‘oh this’ll be fucking hilarious to see’ rather than any desire to get to know her better- even if he did actually enjoy himself, really. he might still have killed her, if only under her possibly showing some signs of turning on him in the future or something, but honestly she was never very high up on the list. even though they weren’t close, per se, she balanced out at being someone tadashi considered too useful to lose, considering....... the vast majority of the class here to him lmao.

and okay. her cracking up when he rubbed a piece of evidence in haruna’s face did amuse him also. maybe they were a bit more like each other, but he never really went looking to dig into it.

short opinion: Best Allies Forever who may have been a little bit better at getting along than tadashi ever wished to dig into outside of just large amounts of respect.

he’d be up for talking to her outside of the game still now though. if only out of interest to see what she might be really like outside of everything they discussed.

#shslmythos

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svt-husbands · 7 years

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Pressing Play

❤ Soulmate Drabble (1/13) ❤

Member: The8 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 660

Whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. How loud the music is depends on how close to them you are.

The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, more specifically you were at a bus stop. It seemed not as romantic as you were told. Just a faint bass echoing throughout your body that no one else seemed to hear. The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, so in Seoul you stayed.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to pack up their life and move far away when they first heard whatever song happened to play, in fact it was encouraged, but nonetheless it remained terrifying. And perhaps what scared you most of all was despite the fact that you had worn a dangling pair of earbuds around your neck since the age of four, you did nothing. Your fingers had hovered over the play button anxiously ready to start the song that you had picked out when you were much younger and much more eager of the situation. But they you didn’t move, and the quiet hum of the guitar you felt throughout your body flickered away like a dying campfire.

You had visited what seemed like every corner of Seoul by then, wandering around with two overused earbuds in your ears replaying the same song over and over. It was unbearable, in fact you had wondered if you may have simply gone insane. You may as well have composed the song yourself because that was all that was on your mind. However, despite the months you wandered around looking for what seemed like a lost cause you were only greeted with silence.

You had grown to taking the same route every day: first the array of food carts that smelled greasy in the most wonderful way, then to the park with the biggest red slide you had ever seen, and then finally you would visit the small overgrown wishing well that no longer worked and was riddled in weeds. The wishing well seemed enticing, like it knew something you didn't. So, every day despite better judgement telling you you should look for somewhere new you were instead always draw back to here. You would listen to the same song everyday, but there was never an answer. That was until now.

It was the faint bass that reverberated throughout your body, faintly matching the drum of your every pounding heart. And for some unexplainable reason, in this moment you knew exactly where to run. It was never a game of hot cold, it was never a question of if you would ever hear that song again. None of that seemed like a worry anymore because you two were made for one another, and you both somehow knew exactly where to run.

You ran past the rows of food stands, ignoring the intoxicating smell of beef, Louder. You ran past the park, listening to the sounds of children squealing when they went down the slider, however that all seemed so quiet, Louder. And then you reached it, the old wishing well that was so covered paddy weeds you could hardly tell what it was. And there he was.

His eyes reminded you of the sun, with such heat and utter passion to melt glaciers. A set of cherry stained lips framing a mouth that had yet to speak the first words. You finally realized the song that was playing over and over again within your chest, and you could only help, but bite back a laugh. Everything in this moment seemed so bubbly, so bubbly with anxiety and wonder and hope.

“Hi, I’m Minghao. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner, I was so afraid to press play.” He motioned to his phone that was playing the shittest pop song you had ever heard, making the entire moment seem much less serious and more exciting and fun.

“Hi Minghao, you have shit taste in music.” You laughed, and so did he making a much more beautiful melody than what you could ever play.

-peach

#seventeen #the8 #the8 imagines #minghao #seventeen imagines #minghao imagines #fluff #seventeen fluff #the8 fluff #minghao fluff #seventeen scenarios #the8 scenarios #minghao scenarios

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gilinskyxskatee · 7 years

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*listen to all i wanted by paramore,ilusm by gnash, and Make me (cry) by Noah cyrus*

“Even if we tried, it wouldn’t work”- Jack Gilinsky

This story begins in highschool. It was the beginning of your Junior year. You were kicking off the year by going to the first home football game. You always get there early enough to watch the boys run out onto the field. Most of your friends were already there. Everyone mostly knew you because of your boyfriend, Jack. Jack and you met when you both were camp counselors this past summer. You were new in town and he was the first person to make you feel at home. You two mostly talked about music and it was history from there.

You and your family sat in the stands by Jack’s family. Your brother Derek was also on the football team. While waiting for the announcer to announce the players, you took your eyeliner and wrote number 10 on your cheek. “Alright ladies and gentlemen please give a hand to our Panthers”,you announcer spoke. He went down the line of numbers and introduced every boy. They lined up on the field and waited for kickoff. “(y/n), come join us in the student section”,Taylor said. “Ok”,you said following them. You noticed everyone was covered in baby powder. Someone handed you a bottle and other dumped it all over you. “Why baby powder”,you asked. “It the whiteout game, one of our school colors”,Taylor said. “Hey (y/n)”,someone said making you turn around. A guy then threw powder all in your face. “Oh my goodness, Ow”,you said looking down. The asshole threw it right into your eyes. “Sammy, whats your problem”,Taylor said hitting him in the chest. “Oh my bad, I didn’t mean to get it in your eyes”,he said. “Come one lets go to the bathroom”,Taylor said taking you under her wing. “Here let me help”,Sam said. “I’m fine, really”,you said. Taylor took you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. “So thats Sammy Wilk”,you said. “Yea, he’s cool. He just plays too much”,she said. “Thanks for helping me out”,you said. “Its no problem”,she said smiling. “I feel like we’re gonna be close”,you said to her. “I guess i’ll be your best friend”,she said sarcastically. She smiled at you and you finally felt like this year is gonna be awesome, well you thought.

Highschool was the shittest time of your life. The only thing that made your day was your friends. They made you forget about all the drama school caused. Jack was always there when you needed someone. Of course Taylor was there, but you didn’t wanna put everything on her. You didn’t want her to see you as the depressed, crying girl you were behind closed doors. You only wanted her to see the bright side of you, always. Anytime you were upset, you thought Jack could always feel it. Everytime you shed a tear, Jack was always parked outside your window ready for you. You’d scale your house and sneaked out and go driving with him. Sometime you wouldn’t talk and Jack understood. Mostly it was being neglected by your parents, or only getting negative attention from them. They only saw the bad in you. Your brother always got all their love. He was the first born who was planned and got straight A’s. You weren’t a planned baby and they reminded you all the time. You made B’s but that wasn’t good enough. They were never physically abusive except once. It was mostly verbal. Your brother knew about it, he always tried to protect you. Lets just say, not every family is perfect even if they look like they’re right out of a catalog.

You two walked back to the field. You saw that the boys have already scored twice. Jack turned around and waved to you. You smiled and puckered your lips to him. Derek looked at you and pretend to puke. You scrunched your nose at him and shook your head. “You and Jack are too cute”,Taylor said. “We’re okay”,you said. “You and Jack”,sammy said in a questioning voice. “Yea”,you nodded. “cool, again sorry about earlier”,he said. “It’s fine”,you said smiling. “We haven’t formally met yet, Sammy Wilkinson”,he said sticking out his hand. “(Y/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n)”,you said shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you. We’ll probably see more of each other since me and Jack hangout alot”,he said. “You do. Well you probably do he hasn’t introduced me to many of his friends”,you said. “that’s not surprising”,Sammy said under his breath. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you me-”,you were about to ask Sammy but interrupted by the buzzer indicating it was halftime.

Jack and his sweat drenching body ran toward you. It was so crowded because everyone was going to get food. You saw Sammy wiping his nose and cramming something into his pocket. “Baby, hey”,Jack said behind you. “Hey”,you said smiling at him. “Are you enjoying the game”,he said kissing your cheek. “Yea, you kinda suck at football”,you said srunching your nose. “Why is there powder all over you”,he said wiping some off you. “School Spirit?”,you said raising your shoulders. “You and school spirit”,he said laughing. “Hey, I’m trying okay”,you said throwing powder on him. “Oh no you didn’t”,he said. “Jack no”,you said running down the bleacher stairs. “Come here, come give me a hug”,he said. “No you’re sweaty”,you said running around the back of the bleachers. “But I just wanna show you how much I love you”,he yelled back. You keep running until you see two guys smoking. “(y/n), whats up”,you heard one say. “Sam?”,you said looking into the shadow. “Hey Jack! You didn’t tell me you were dating my new friend here”,Sam said flicking his cigarette. “Yea. Hey, lets go get some food from the consession stand”,jack said putting his arm around you. “C’mon Jack, lets hangout now. I know you need your fix”,he said flashing the little baggy that he crammed into his pocket earlier. You looked at the bag of cocaine and then jack. “How about you and your fine ass girl come back to my place and we have a little kick back”,the other guy said. “Fuck off Skate. You graduated two years ago and you’re still around. Plus I’m not that guy anymore”,Jack said.

You couldn’t comprehend what you just heard. You were appalled and disappointed. You took off running to find Taylor or Derek. “(Y/n), wait let me explain”,Jack said behind you. “What? That you’re a coke head?”,you said. “I used to be, not anymore. Those guys are bad news. Please don’t ever associate with them”,he said. You didn’t say anything and turned around and walked away from Jack. “Where are you going”,he said. “You said not to associate with guys who are bad news, so I’m walking away from you”,you said. “I don’t talk to those guys anymore! I’ve been clean ever since summer, when I met you. When I met you, I wanted to be good for you.”,he said grabbing your hand. You turned to face Jack again, but with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t cry”,he said wiping your cheek. “What if you died, or got so stoned you did something terrible that you could harm you or someone else”,you said. Jack looked down and the the buzzer sounded saying third quarter is starting. “I gotta go”,he said walking toward the field. “Jack, tell me what you did”,you said grabbing his hand. He yanked his hand back and put his helmet back on. “Jack, I will leave if you do not talk to me”,you said. He stopped and you were desperate. “If I tell you, i’ll loose you. I don’t wanna lose you. You’re too important”,he said.

“Do you love me”,you said with a course voice. “Of course I do”,he said smoothing down your hair. “Then why won’t you tell me”,you said laying your cheek in his hand. “I’m not telling you because I love you”,he said kissing your forehead. “See you later”,he said jogging off. “Jack”,you yelled after him. He kept running not looking back or acknowledging your desperate call for him. “Guess lover boy won’t tell you about his interesting past”,you heard someone say behind you. You turned to see Skate. He looked like a true smoker. Baggy clothing, pungent smell of weed and cologne, greasy long hair. “I can tell you everything”,he said taking another hit. “And what he doesn’t know, I can fill in”,Sammy said walking up next to Skate. “You been crying babygirl”,Sammy said getting closer to you. This guy was starting to give you a creepy vibe. And when the words ��babygirl’ left his mouth, they made your whole body cringe. “The wind make my eyes tear up”,you said. “bullshit”,sammy said whispering into your ear making goosebumps cover your body. “I have to get back to my friends”,you said backing up. “We are you friends”,Skate said looking you up and down. “Look, I don’t wanna hear anything. Plus you might tell me bullshit”,you said folding your arms. “Why would I do that? Why would I try to make Jack look even worse, the truth will already do that”,sammy said. “Jack will tell me when he’s ready. And if it is anything bad, he’s changed. I only care about our future”,you said. “What fututre? You think you two will last?”,Sammy asked. “You can’t change your past, but you can let go and start your future”,you said.

“Once you learn what he did to Addie, you’ll never see Gilinsky the way you do now, ever again”,Skate said with grief. “Who’s Addie”,you said with a soft voice. “Why don’t you ask loverboy at the after party tonight”,Sammy said stomping on the rest on his blunt. “Cmon, we have to go get booze for tonight”,Sammy said to Skate. “See you there”,Skate said to you.

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theclarkystuff-blog · 7 years

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Ace Attorney 6 : Spirit Of Justice

The Ace Attorney series has always had a strange relationship with it’s audience outside of it’s native homeland, Japan. With the series origins going back to 2001 on the GBA , it would not be until 2005 until the original Gyakuten Saiban would be released outside of Japan, now under the name of Ace Attorney on the DS. Ports of the original GBA trilogy to the DS would favor functions the DS offered such as the touch screen and microphone input and a new soundtrack, the series would continue primarily on the DS with 3 new games emerging and would see various games in the series get ported to IOS, Windows (Japan exclusive), 3DS and Wii.

The series would continue to see releases outside of Japan although a number of games such as Ace Attorney Investigations 2 and The Great Ace Attorney would stay in Japan for reasons ranging from changing market environment and what some speculate could be a difficult localisation with the series already skating on thin ice with it’s current location setting it somewhere in California despite the series nods to it’s Japanese origins often on display, the titles that would make it outside of Japan however would only be available via the 3DS eShop, the only game to get a physical release being a cross over with Level 5 series, Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney.

In 2016 Capcom would release the latest mainline entry, Spirit Of Justice, on 3DS to which I decided to pass up on buying straight away due not having enough free time to commit to this game but Capcom put a tiny deal on it and I’m thinking great, if I want more of these games to release outside of Japan I have to buy this so I cave in. Starting the actual game up we get what I feel is a standard now with the series, short anime cutscenes to help explain the story, the usual events of a crime taking place and slowly being introduced to the setting, the story starts off with series main man Phoenix Wright traveling aboard to the country of Khura'in, a country at civil war being ruled over by a dictatorship like monarchy which has enforced the Defense Culpability Act, legislation which allows lawyers representing clients found guilty in any crime will face the same sentence as there clients, including being put to death, which has made being a defense attorney a frowned upon occupation.

As usual in this game you spend a good chunk of time in a court room having to defend your clients claims of innocence by presenting relevant evidence or pointing out inconsistencies in testimonies given by witnesses or the accused. Returning are old tricks our attorney team can use to find the truth including Apollo Justice’s bracelet which will point out people in distress to him and allow him to use his perception to pick on nervous traits your subject may show when reflecting upon there actions. Athena Cykes brings along her therapy sessions which questions people upon their emotional state during events and with her help you can help recover memories from patients suffering from traumatic events. New for this series is the fountain of truth, an event which will allow the court to see the victims last moments through their eyes in the hopes of finding clues to convict the real murderer. For the other half of this game you will play in the investigation mode which will allow you to explore various areas associated with the crime scene and question witnesses and investigators.

It did not take long for the usual charm of the series to kick in, punny names, stranger than fiction murder plots, colourful characters, although by about the third case into this game I felt that some of the experience was dragging along, being the 6th entry into this series it is but hard to imagine fans have already seen a majority of it is about and the game did feel a little like I had been there and seen a bunch of it before. It never helped that during my playthrough due to a mishap involving forgetting to save and leaving the battery on my 3DS to run out I had to repeat a large chunk of the trial again which turned me off so much that i took a short hiatus from this game, I would pick up the game again a month or 2 later after beating Breath Of The Wild and Mario Kart 8 Deluxe.

I pushed through with case 3 again I was then greeted with perhaps one of the worst cases I have ever seen in an Ace Attorney game. This case felt like it was put in here just to give Athena some kind playtime, I feel this case has little to no bearing for the rest of the game and just kind of exists for no reason like a commercial break at the third act of a movie. You can imagine my frustration losing my steam for this game due to my save blunder although coming back at the shittest part of the game but then we got to case 5 and it completely turned me around. The concluding chapter of this game was that good I would say the rest of the cases seem like a long drawn out intro. This case puts you in the position of Apollo Justice as you enter into one of the most complex murder plots within the Ace Attorney series which involves spirit mediums, assassinations, black mail, smear campaigns, broken families, there is a while lot to take in, think a friend who played the playthrough commented the case lasts like 14 hours.

As this story is progressing I soon realise I am playing a case as good anything Trials & Tribultions ( AA3) as a whole offered, that story wrapped up many things which i felt were left loose and showcased how many of it’s cast had grown, questioning the motive of there characters and giving Phoenix his defining moment, that moment where you felt he had learned all he could from his mentors and had become the ace attorney he had wanted to become. As the game goes on and draws closer to it’s conclusion I realise that I may have played the “Apollo Trilogy” and while Dual Destiny’s may not have outright focused on Apollo I seem to recall moments in there which helped branched his character forward which makes his story all the more meaningful. The penny drops for me in how this game even follows a similar course to Trials & Tribultions in how the cases are presented to you and how we get told this story from at least two perspectives.

If the series goes on ( I have no difficulty in believing it will) I suspect it may begin to focus on Anthea but it leaves enough open stories to keep older fans interested in hopes of them being resolved but this is Capcom we are on about, they ain’t no problem leaving loose ends open like several of the MegaMan series stories.

My conclusion on this is that Spirit Of Justice stands at least level with Trials and Tribultions, which was already a favorite of mine in the series. This game crafts a wonderful story about character growth and facing up to our responsibilities for the greater good of society and with the political story that feels like it mirrors parts of todays political climate I can’t help but feel the story in this game registered more with me more than perhaps it was ever intended too. Ace Attorney despite coming close to being fifteen years old manages to hold up well with its new stores and bright and vibrant characters, I guess I will dive into the DLC at a later date and hope that I will be able to find an excuse to play through this game again, this game comes highly recommended by me.

#nintendo #nintendo 3ds #3ds #capcom #ace attorney #ace attorney 6 #spirit of justice #phoenix wright #apollo justice #android #ios #eshop

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kelly192192-blog · 7 years

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Third Person POV

Neymar had broken down during the World Cup Final. Scolari and his team mates knew what had him so devastated. He had lost you.

You two have had the worst possible break up two nights ago and he knew he had screwed up.

This game was very important to him and once was very important to you as well.

The World Cup Final.

He didn’t even make it through to the second half before tearing up thinking about how you were meant to be there to support him. You were supposed to scream his name on the benches. You were supposed to comfort him before the second half started saying soothing little things such as, you’re always a winner for me, I’ll always be proud of you.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

He was dying, slow and painfully.

Neymar’s POV

My heart felt heavy.

My heart was aching.

My heart hurt.

I couldn’t go on any longer without her.

This game was supposed to be for her but I ruined it.

I fucked us up.

The best thing that’s ever happened to me, even more than becoming a footballer: I let loose and slip between my fingers.

Not even slip, I pushed her away with my own two hands.

I couldn’t help but cry harder. Scolari knew what had happened. The boys all knew what happened. Dani, Marcelo, David all surrounded me and tried helping me calm down but nothings going to work. Not when I knew my baby girl was probably still in pain because of me. She was still in bed sobbing and shedding tears that I wasn’t even worth.

I was benched and someone else, I couldn’t even focus on who went up to play for me due to the tears welled up behind my eyes. Most were sliding down my face into my hands but the well was a endless black hole. It kept splashing out water. Endlessly.

I’ll love you endlessly.

She believes that I broke that promise I gave her. I didn’t break it though. I betrayed it, yes but I never broke it because I do love her and I will love her endlessly.

What the fuck have I done?

She’s gone. Forever.

Endlessly.

Y/N POV

Would I ever be able to breathe right again?

Would I ever be able to stand up again?

Will I ever be able to love again?

I continued sobbing loudly into my pillow.

How could you do this to me Neymar? I loved you. Was my love nothing to you? I love you more than anything. Do you know what that even means?

The visions of 2 nights ago were haunting my mind.

They were constantly flashing in my mind, reminding me of the dreadful night I had witnessed. In that bed we shared. In that room we shared. Even in that life we shared and vowed to share with no one but each other.

He’s not worth it Y/N.

Get the fuck up and sort yourself out.

I harshly wiped away my cheeks and got out of bed.

I was currently staying at my friends place. I did the guest bed, she had already done so much and I couldn’t just leave the bed undone. That would be very disrespectful. I also wrote a note so she wouldn’t get too worried.

Once done I readied myself and grabbed the keys to our- no no, their house. It could be theirs. I don’t care anymore. He’s not worth it.

I mind was nowhere else but those images of him and that bitch if an ex of his: Bruna.

I nearly got hit by plenty of cars. My mind wasn’t with me.

He wasn’t home. I knew this because it was the final today. The final he claimed to win for our love. The love he burnt down and crumpled. The one he tore and shattered.

I walked through the door memories of that night playing in my mind.

Walking in after a tiring day at work to hear the most disturbing noises.

Not just any type of noise. Those ones of pleasure. Ones that says ‘come walk into the bedroom now because you need to see what’s going on’.

So that’s exactly what I had done.

I still to don’t know if its good that I saw or not. Was he playing with me all this time? Probably.

Fucking his ex in the bed we shared a year into our marriage was something low. If you can’t keep loyal, why get married? Why make me hopeful for a amazing life with you? Why if you can’t keep faithful?

And why give me the shittest excuse to live up on.

I was drunk.

Why do this to me? What have I done wrong?

I shook all thoughts away. I don’t care.

I walked into the living room first. Everything that said Neymar and Y/N needed to be destroyed. There is no more Neymar and Y/N.

Starting from the CD box next to the television. All our wedding CD’s and the CD’s from our date, CD’s from prom, CD’s from childhood, CD’s from teenage years, they were all in here. Neymar was a guy who liked to look back to times and memories. He would always hire a photographer when something important was going on, and he would print out a CD of them all.

I picked them all out one by one, calmly snapping them in half and placing them in a neat, messy pile of discs next to myself.

Once all CD’s were broken just like our love, I headed to the kitchen.

The fridge consisted of more than 50 pictures of us. From young pictures to older pictures. Happy pictures to sad pictures. Laughing pictures to crying pictures.

He threw all our memories away, not me.

I picked the one of our wedding day. We were staring deeply into each others eyes, me with a deep blush and small smile on my face. Him with a cheeky grin but glistening eyes.

I harshly tore the photo in half. I went through all of them and ripped them into the smallest shreds I could muster. These were never going to get fixed ever.

Ever.

Our love was dangerous, dried, dead.

Endlessly.

Endlessly dead.

Opening the cabinets I picked out the plates and glasses that were gifted to us from some of those guests at out wedding who wanted to apparently help start our home.

What home?

I smashed them harshly onto the white tile floor. Some glass shards came in contact with my bare arms, slicing it and drawing blood.

I couldn’t care even a little bit.

I then made my way to the bedroom. That bedroom.

My hands were scratched and bloodied from all the ripping and tearing and breaking I had done but I wasn’t done.

Slamming the door open, I walk in and can’t help but take a glance to the still messy bed that smelt of cold sweat.

I took a shaky breath in and started with the closet. Pulling out the dress I had worn for our first date and grabbing a pair of scissors I started tearing it into pieces, then go onto the many dresses, and tops and jeans he had brought for me. Coming to the heels and boots I picked them all up and walked out to the balcony, only to notice there were swarms to paparazzi outside.

Damn it, they must’ve followed me from when I came in.

Who fucking cares.

They started shouting questions at me and snapping pictures of my bloody state.

I harshly threw all the shoes in my arms down the balcony not caring if someone got hit or not.

“Y/N what’s all this?! Have you and Neymar broken up?! Why did he break down in the match?!”

Break down? Break down my fucking ass.

I turned to look at all of them.

“Neymar cheated on my with his bitchy ex! I caught them in the bed I once called ours! Yes we have broken up! There won’t ever be anything going on between us again! I’m only here for a little bit, to get rid of everything that leaves traces of our supposed love!”

With that I marched back inside and went for the closet again. At the bottom there was a floral box I had bought to fill in with all those ‘special’ gifts that asshole brought me.

I opened the lid to be greeted with another tonne of photos, beddy bears, quotes, letters, charms, key rings and even that little snow globe we had made which had a picture of our first kiss. It was full of little hearts.

I picked it up with a strangled cry and threw it against the wall in anger. I smashed into tiny pieces. I then picked the teddy bears, key rings and charms before heading back out to the balcony. It had started getting very cold and windy however the paparazzi didn’t seem to care and were in fact companied by many fans as well this time.

Great timing.

I threw all the things played in my arms and girls were climbing and wrestling each other to get to some of them.

Not worth it.

I walked back inside and grabbed the whole box with the pictures and letters and quotes and all those other useless shit. I grabbed a match box and walked back onto the balcony with it. I set the box onto the floor before picking some matches out and lighting them up one by one and throwing them into the box.

I then picked the box up and threw the box out as well. People rushed to get out the way as they knew it was lit with fire and thankfully no one got hit or anything by it.

The tears were painfully rushing down my face but there was one left over memory that needed destroying.

Walking back to the closet, I grabbed the giant box at the bottom and pulled off the lit to reveal a beautiful, white, diamond wedding dress.

It was sparkly and just plain beautiful. I took the dress out on the balcony and lit up the last match. I held the dress high above the ground before holding the match near the bottom.

A few seconds later it caught fire.

Just like my heart.

Just like our love.

The fire bitterly killed the dress.

Just like how he killed me.

Just like how he killed my heart.

Just like how he killed my love.

Once the fire was up halfway I let it drop down the balcony and onto the wet pavement floor.

I couldn’t hold myself up and longer and I broke down. I felt numb but at the same time I felt pain. I didn’t feel a thing yet I felt the burn.

I need to get out of here but how could I when the paps are outside?

Who cares? I need to get out.

I grabbed a suitcase and packed everything. I walked to the front door but remembered something before walking out: the key and the ring.

I grabbed a pen and paper.

To: Worthless

You’re not even worth my attempt at writing this or even the damn ink in this pen. This ink could be used for so much more than to write a pointless thing to someone worthless like you.

The key is on the kitchen counter and so is the ring. There’s no need for it anymore. You can hand it over to Bruna. I’ll file you the divorce papers. Sign them and you’re a free man. Free to do whatever you want. Free from me. You don’t have me to pull you down anymore.

I just have one question for you:

Why did you give me hope?

Don’t answer this question or try to contact me to answer. I just want you to think about this.

Tell yourself, why did I give this girl hope if I can’t stay faithful in a relationship?

I only want you to think this question. No answers needed. Just think.

I really did love you.

But I don’t ever think I’ll ever forgive you so don’t waste your time in trying to make things like it used to be because I have too much respect for myself.

You’re the man I never want to remember again. I want to forget everything I ever had with you. But if there really was something there then you wouldn’t have cheated on me, so there wasn’t anything really.

I wish you luck in your life without me. I really hope you’ll win the World Cup. You’ve done so much for it, you deserve it.

From: Y/N

Slamming the door I walked out of the unknown place I’d never think of entering again.

Neymar’s POV

We had won but I had lost.

I lost.

She was the real win and I lost her. I couldn’t even attempt to fake a smile for my team. They tried making me hold the trophy but I felt like if I touched it I’d get electrocuted. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her. I only stood there emotionless while photos were being taken.

She was supposed to be here with me. She was supposed to hug and kiss me, tell me I did great, tell me she was proud. She was supposed to tell me she loves me and I was supposed to kiss her with everything before picking her up and twirling her around, she was supposed to laugh that beautiful, musical laugh and j was supposed to try and kiss her again and she was supposed to she no you only get one and I was supposed to pout and-

I couldn’t go on.

The tears that hadn’t even ended 2 minutes ago started again.

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The boys decided they didn’t want to go celebrate. I was holding everyone down along with myself. They said they wanted to come with me to make sure I was alright and I didn’t have the strength to protest. I just wanted to go home and be alone where I could imagine her in my arms.

After getting past the paps that seemed to know even where I live we got to my door.

I shoved the key into the hole and opened the door to notice it hadn’t been locked. Had I forgot to lock it while coming out?

But I knew I was wrong when I walked in.

The house was trashed.

In fact, no, not the house. Our memories were trashed.

She had been here.

She didn’t want anything to do with me. All our years together. From babies, to childhood, to teens, to adults. She destroyed them. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She’s done.

The boys seemed to also understand what had been going on and they all tried holding me together while I stood there with tears rolling down my eyes.

She doesn’t want anything to do with me.

“Come on mate, let’s sit you down yeah?” Hulk walked me to the sofa and pat my back once I sat down.

I had my head in my hands and my sobs were violently pushing out my throat.

I lost her.

Thiago came out the kitchen with a piece of paper and a pair of keys in his hand. Wait… Is that…Those were her keys but is that..? Don’t tell me…

“Neymar? I think you need to see this,” was all he said before handing the paper to me and I was scared to even glance at it.

I heard Oscar say something like ‘why did you give it to him’ in a harsh tone but I ignored what Thiago said back.

I gulped loudly and looked down at the paper.

Her handwriting. Even if it was messy and definitely written in a rush, I knew it was her writing.

I sighed and took another gulp before I started to read.

Worthless.

She doesn’t know what type of pain she causes me with only written words.

I am worthless. I ain’t worth her love or her affection or her attention or her at all. I am worthless. Worthless.

I felt my breath hitch.

She left the key. The key to our home. The key to the place we call ours. My eyes started gathering more moist but I pushed them aside. I need to read this.

I froze at what I had just read. She couldn’t? She wouldn’t? She can’t just want a divorce without hearing me out.

I jumped up making the boys look at me confused. My breathing was rapid and my hands were shaking. As for the tears, they kept coming.

Free man? Is she being real? I love her. She can’t be serious. She can’t leave me.

Please Y/N. Please.

The ring? Her ring.

Please no.

“Where’s the ring?” I couldn’t help the crack in my voice.

I was still staring down at the paper in astonishment. I can’t believe this.

Thiago handed me the ring and I couldn’t help but let out a angered yell.

David tried grabbing me but I pushed him away and continued reading the note with tears sliding rapidly down my face.

Why did you give me hope?

“Because I love you! What the fuck do you mean why did you give me hope?? I fucking love you more than anything! WHY WOULD SHE EVEN ASK THIS?!”

No one answered me.

“She says she’s never gonna forgive me. What am I gonna do? Guys what am I gonna do? HOW AM I GONNA MAKE THIS RIGHT?!” I was so angry at myself, I don’t know what to fucking do with myself.

'You deserve it.’

I sighed and dropped onto my knees. “No baby. No. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve the cup. And I don’t deserve you but I can’t stay away. You’re my world. My life. My everything. There’s no me without you. I love you.”

Looking down at the ring, I knew I needed to fix this.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

“Neymar, what are you doing? You need to understand that she needs space,” Dani tried stopping me but I shot him a death glare which made him back up.

It rung but she didn’t answer a few tries later it went only to voicemail. She turned her phone off.

“Where are you my love? I need you,” I sent her a voicemail. Then another. Then another. Then I happened to be sending her more than counts worth texts, calls, emails, voicemails. Just anything to get to her. But no. She wasn’t answering The boys had cleaned up and left. I felt bad for making them do so much for me and not being able to celebrate but I couldn’t help it. I killed her. I leaned my head against the wall and tried taking deep breaths but every breathe I took brought pain to my heart. Without her, I’m going to die. A life without her is apocalyptic. Its toxic and its waste. I love you princess. My phone binged in my hand and I rushed to see who it was. My shoulders dropped dramatically once I saw Bruna’s name flash over my screen. Fucking bitch. This was all her fault. She drugged my drink. She made me drunk then she took advantage of me. Hey Ney Xxxx I ignored that sluts text and tried calling Y/N again with as much hope as I had the first time. I won’t lose hope on our love. I was more hopeful when instead of going to voicemail it rung with time and my heart skipped a beat. Voicemail. I sighed, I ruined this and I need to make it right. Where could she be? I scrambled to my feet, still in my sweaty, jersey and shorts and rushed to the door. First to all the boys. They would tell me if she was at theirs but I need to start somewhere. She wasn’t at Marcs. Or Davids. Or Oscars. Or Hulks. Or Dani’s. Or Thiagos. None of the boys had seen her so I head to Scolaris place. He hadn’t seen her either. Then I head to Rafa. She demanded answers while I was roaming her house, searching for my girl. “Neymar, what did you do??!!” “I CHEATED ON HER!” I harshly turn around to face my sister who had a look of disgust on her face. “How could you?” She didn’t even shout which scared me. Her voice was a low whisper, almost hurt. My shoulders shrink. “I didn’t know.” My voice broke as I was yet again reminded of the loss of my world. Rafa didn’t even look at me as the tears slid down my eyes while I sat on the wooden floor and sobbed for the wrong I did. “How could?” She repeated but more comfortingly this time. I didn’t want comfort though. I deserve pain. That night flashed before my eyes. ~DING DONG~ Why is Y/N ringing the bell? “Babe where are your keys?” I say as I pull the door open to realize its not Y/N but Bruna at the door. We were still friends so I gave her a confused look as there were tears sliding down her eyes. “Bru? What’s wrong?” I ask widening entrance by moving to the side a little. “C-can I come in?” She sniffles and I wasn’t so sure if Y/N would like the idea of her in our house but she seemed devastated and the angel on my right shoulder won. I let her in and she sat on the sofa while I sat opposite her. She looked up at me and I gave her a what’s wrong look. “C-could I go get something to drink?” She asks stuttering and I get up to grab something for her but she stops me. “I’ll get I, I want to occupy myself as much as I can,” she says and heads to the kitchen. I shrug and look down at my phone that buzzed with a text. I smiled when I read who is was from. Y/N. But my smile dropped once I read what the text said. 'Sorry baby. Gotta work late today. You shouldn't wait up, you have training in the morning and the cup is in 2 days. I love you so much Xx' I sighed knowing she's trying to clear everything so she could come watch the World Cup Final. I replied with... 'I'm waiting up anyway. I miss you and I need to see you. Besides I can't sleep without you in my arms. I love you too my love Xx' "Made us some coffee, I know its late but I wanted something to liven myself up a bit. I made you one as well," Bruna walks back into the living room with two mugs in her hands. She places one in front of me and sits opposite to me. We've been talking after our break up and there's nothing going on between us. We're just friends and that's it. Y/N seems to think there's more which is why she would hate to find Bruna in our house but she's a friend so I couldn't just leave her alone when she's crying so hard. "So what happened Bru? What's going on?" I ask while leaning forward to grab the warm mug. I took a sip and it was pretty good. Bruna was watching my every move like a predator hawk watching its prey. "Its just, I had a terrible fight with my dad. We were screaming and shouting everything at each other. He went on a rampage, started throwing things..." I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying exactly as my vision started to slightly blur. My ears started to ring and I felt light headed and dizzy. Suddenly the blurred vision I knew was once Bruna I couldn't make out. Was that Y/N? I felt a finger on my lips but I didn't even have the strength to lift my head, close my eyes feeling dizzy. I felt a weight on my lap and my crotch tightened automatically. A groan left my throat as this girl started grinding her hips into mine. I rolled my head back; my crotch was getting excited. Her hot breath fanned over my ear, "let's take this upstairs, Ney." Her whisper entered my ear in a hushed, seductive whisper. "What did you do?" I could barely hear my own voice. "Come on Ney, let's get you to bed." "Y/N?" I asked when I thought that sounded a lot like her. My vision was still blurry but I knew this couldn't be Y/N as she was much taller than the girl I called my love. She helped steady me and lead me around. After going up some stairs and opening a door, I was shoved harshly onto a soft mattress. I didn't have the power to move. My vision slightly cleared but my mind was still fuzzy. What's going on? "Bruna?" She was stripping off her clothes and I was still oblivious to what was happening.

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i'm having a really really rough day (week, month, year..) and i just wanted to tell you that scrolling through your blog always makes me feel a lot better so thank you. do you have any tips for feeling better when you're having a bad day

oh I’m so sorry that you’re having such a rough time my sweetpea :( literally if its any solace im gna fkn cry reading this omfg the fact that my blog could bring happiness to anyone ???? wild ! thank you so much for telling me that. you’re a very nice person!

and I know it’s so hard when you’re in that space to pull yourself out of it, especially if you’ve been in it for a while. i feel like there’s a really fine line between riding the wave and wallowing tbh. I’m a strong advocate for feeling your feelings, it sucks and is uncomfortable but sitting in them exploring them understanding them feeling them to their fullest extent is really important i think. burying them never helps anyone or anything. i have a few things if i’m feeling down ! writing out what you’re feeling helps a lot! you dont have to share it anywhere but solidifying everything you feel in a physical way really helps to compartmentalise and give you some semblance of control over your feelings!! if all of the things you’re stressed ab are just swirling around in your mind it can be easy to become overwhelmed by them !!

i know its hard but take some time to do the things you enjoy !! watch something funny !! i got really into watching standup comedy when i was having a super rough time because it was a lovely balance of cynicism that was perfect for the mindset i was in but still was hilarious and would make me laugh lol. but it wasnt super cheery or obnoxious like some sitcoms can be. but funny tv shows! something mindless !! i play a lot of mindless games too like apps on my phone and findawords and sudoku ! things like that that keep my mind occupied but aren’t too overwhelming.

its super hard sometimes but getting up and getting out of the house can make a world of difference! a few months ago i was having the shittest day and i knew if i stayed home and sat around it would make me feel worse so i forced myself up and out and i went and tried a new cafe i’d been wanting to go to and when i got there they ended up having a resident cat !!! and i dont know if she could sense that i needed it but out of all of the other people in the whole cafe she got out of her bed by the window and wandered over to me and jumped up in my lap and let me pet her for almost half an hour while i drank my coffee !! and it literally turned my whole mood around omfg. but the universe is on your side tbh !!! little acts of self love and positivity can make a world of difference. whether its going for a walk, or taking a shower washing your face, putting on a face mask, tidying up a corner of your desk, messaging something nice to an old friend or a family member, treating yourself to a coffee. anything.

honestly i understand how hard it is to feel that low. emotions are a bitch and i know its easy for me to give you this advice, but its super flingin difficult to implement any of it when it feels like lifes against you and you don’t have the energy to fight it anymore. its rough and im so sorry for whatever it is you’re going through right now. i truly and honestly wish you all the best.

if you ever just need an ear to listen please know that im always here !! my ask box is always open for anyone for any reason ! so please if you’re having a shitty time and just want to vent or anything i care a lot and would love to listen and help out in any way that i can !!

lots of love to you my friend i hope you’re able to find comfort in something today xx

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amy--abroad-blog · 6 years

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Got Asked

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? Clean, I cleaned it this morning

what color are your eyes? Brown baby, brown~

do you like your name? why? I mean, yes, I think it suits me, I do wish my middle name was used instead of it though, its more... unique?

what is your relationship status? In a relationship

describe your personality in 3 words or less Caring, stupid and cheerful

what color hair do you have? Dark brown

what kind of car do you drive? color? I... do not drive

where do you shop? I mean, I’m all about that Kmart cheap realness, but I do appreciate H&M and Cotton On from time to time.

how would you describe your style? Still trying to figure it out. Very... baggy on top, tight on the bottom, mostly monochrome. Quite usually serving that tom boy realness.

favorite social media account I think I’m still active on Facebook because thats how I keep in contact with people but I am a huge Insta girl.

what size bed do you have? Single

any siblings? 3 older ones. Forever the baby~

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Japan, been interested to live and work there for quite a while now, I want to experience the country for myself, get better at the language, start a career there and be with my boy. (Currently in a LDR)

favorite snapchat filter? I don’t use snapchat

favorite makeup brand(s) I mean. I use makeup but not religiously, I buy whatever I can afford, I usually don’t leave the house without brows filled and that winged liner. Recently though I swear by Daiso’s Mascara man. That shit has LIFT. Cheers to my mate for telling me to buy it.

how many times a week do you shower? Everyday~

favorite tv show? Game of Thrones and Stranger Things. HOWEVER, I’ve been binge watching a Danish show on Netflix recently called Rita. SO GOOD.

shoe size? I always forget... Aus size 9 I believe?

how tall are you? 165cm

sandals or sneakers? Sneakersss

do you go to the gym? Nope. I should lol

describe your dream date Uhhh. At the moment. Disneyland. Sorry for the basic answer but I am DOWN.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? Uhh. Probably like $6.

what color socks are you wearing? I’m not wearing any.

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2

do you have a job? what do you do? Currently job hunting, will be starting an internship soon

how many friends do you have? Quite a few? I have my main group, then I float. I love surrounding myself with people.

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 1-100 real quick.. uhh. I quite literally don’t know.

whats your favorite candle scent? Lavender

3 favorite boy names Oliver Danny Hiro

3 favorite girl names I actually don’t know.

favorite actor? I have this weird love for Mark Ruffalo

favorite actress? MERYL STREEEP and Emma Stone.

who is your celebrity crush? Danny Jones of McFly and Taka and Toru of One Ok Rock

favorite movie? I used to LOVE Parent Trap as a kid. Still do. Toy Story, Monsters Inc, Lilo & Stitch uhh yo Black Panther too atm. That movie was LIT.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I am not a reader

money or brains? Brains but hey, why not both

do you have a nickname? what is it? I don’t really, Amy is short enough as is so I never really got one.

how many times have you been to the hospital? For myself? I recall... twice?

top 10 favorite songs SHINee - Replay One Ok Rock - Memories One Ok Rock - We Are Usher - Caught Up McFly - I’ve Got You Busted - Year 3000 (lol) Weezer - Undone - The Sweater Song Foo Fighters - Run Foo Fighters - Sky Is A Neighbourhood BTS - I Need U

do you take any medications daily? Nope

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Combination

what is your biggest fear? SPIDERS

how many kids do you want? If I ever 100% do.. 2

whats your go to hair style? Just.. out.. nothing exciting lol

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Uhh.. medium sized

who is your role model? Mum

what was the last compliment you received? That an outfit suited me a lot

what was the last text you sent? Telling a friend that I expect him to be at a BBQ lol

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Younggg. Thats a funny story. Long story short. I never really believed in Santa because in all the houses I was raised in we never had a chimney. Therefore theres no way he could’ve been real. Mini mastermind that I was haha

what is your dream car? Don’t currently have one

opinion on smoking? Nope. No. Nope. I mean, you do you but its not for me.

do you go to college? Graduated

what is your dream job? Photographer with my own studio or a dancer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Nope

do you have freckles? Nope

do you smile for pictures? Yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone? Thousands.

have you ever peed in the woods? Nope

do you still watch cartoons? Sometimes on Netflix

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? Maccas. Don’t think I’ve eaten at a Wendy’s.

Favorite dipping sauce? Tomato sauceee

what do you wear to bed? Oversized tee and cute pj shorts.

have you ever won a spelling bee? Nope. Forever the shittest speller.

what are your hobbies? Photography, dance, baking

can you draw? I used to be able to, slowly losing my touch I think

do you play an instrument? I used to play the violin

what was the last concert you saw? Foo Fighters, Weezer opened for them

tea or coffee? TEA

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Neither?

do you want to get married? In the future I do yes :)

what is your crush’s first and last initial? T and O

are you going to change your last name when you get married? I think so

what color looks best on you? BLACK, sometimes red and sometimes white

do you miss anyone right now? All of my family, friends from highschool and my boyfriend.

do you sleep with your door open or closed? CLOSED

do you believe in ghosts? I don’t not believe in them..

what is your biggest pet peeve? When the volume is on an odd number lol or rude people.

last person you called` Boyfee

favorite ice cream flavor? Choc. oh PHISH FOOD. That shit good.

regular oreos or golden oreos? Regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Choccccc

what shirt are you wearing? Black and White printed, guys button down from Hallenstein Brothers.

what is your phone background? Lock screen is me and my bestie and the other one is me and the boyy.

are you outgoing or shy? Both.

do you like it when people play with your hair? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

do you like your neighbors? I don’t really know them, but I play with their German Shepard every morning lol

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Mostly mornings, I’m trying to make it a habit to do it at night too.

have you ever been high? Nope.

have you ever been drunk? HAHAHAHAHA... good times

last thing you ate? Uh... yorkshire puddsss

favorite lyrics right now oh man uh... well I a few weeks ago I was listening to Get Over It by McFly a lot because I was going through a hard time in terms of stress and getting my life together. When Danny sings the last line “But I’m up and I’m over it”, makes me feel like I too can fight the stress and the down times. So i guess thats it. Sorry, I feel like it needed context haha.

summer or winter? WINTER. ITS BEEN TOO HOT IN BRISBANE.

day or night? Night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? Milk

favorite month? Uh... May and December

what is your zodiac sign Taurus

who was the last person you cried in front of? Well it was over the phone and I was calling my mum, a few weeks back.

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