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danorth · 5 years

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So, this is gonna be long and one hell of a ride. NSFW or for anyone, really. And I may not be alive much longer, because I’m probably going to be murdered.I’m at the bar the other night, watching the Hall of Fame Game. After it’s over, I go over to charge my phone, and get one last drink before I Uber home. This girl sitting next to me, very attractive. Out of my league. Like wayyy out. I’m just scrolling through memes on my phone. And she asks me“hey! Can I trust you to watch my things and not drug me?”“Uhh what?”“Can you watch my stuff while I go pee and not drug me”to which the bartender said “oh you can trust Greg, he’s really nice”. Annnd this is where the bartender fucked up.Girl comes back from the bathroom, sits back down and started to talk to me. Just random shit. Showed pictures of our dogs to each other. Talked about shows n stuff. Typical ‘meet a girl at a bar’ flirting shit. She asks if I’ve ever seen the show Years and Years. I say “no, but I’ve seen the band perform live”. So she goes on about how great the show is, and how I need to watch it. Asks if I have HBOGO. “Yes because I forgot to cancel my cable after GoT”. So she makes me download the APP, so I could start watching it when I get home. Thanks for the recommendation! I’ll probably check it out never. So a few minutes later, she said“hey do you live close by?”“Yea, like half a mile”“we should go watch the show right now, we can curl up on your couch and watch it together. I have a bottle of whiskey in my car”“Idk, my house is kind of a mess right now”“That’s okay, I have pets too” (or something like that. All I was thinking was that this girl wants to bang at this point)“I mean I guess, but I have to be at work early tomorrow”“That’s okay, I can only stay 30-40 minutes and then I’ll have to go home” “That’s fine” heh, cuz that’s all the time I’ll need! AM I RIGHT, FELLAS??No. Nononono, this was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life at this point.It’s about, 11pm at this point. I think? And mind you, I’ve only been talking this girl for maybe 20 minutes.So we tab out, get in her car. Which is a stick shift. And I say “oh no shit, I like you even more now! No one drives a stick anymore! I drive one every day!” Which I’m excited about, because at this point I’m thinking to myself “hmm this girl is hot, has tattoos, likes shows I like, and imma bout to get laid”We talked about driving a stick shift the whole time on the way to my house (this is important, because it wasn’t the first time that this subject came up). Which is just a half mile away. So was a short drive. She parks behind my car, blocking my car in.Go inside, I try to clean up a little bit as she meets and plays with my dog. While I try to get my Chromecast set up on my living room TV. Ya know, to “watch HBOGO”.She runs outside to her to grab the bottle of whiskey.It’s fucking Evan Williams.And this is the first time where an “oh no” thought crosses my mind.Kids, I’ve slept with some strange in my time. I don’t know how or why I get myself into these situations. I honestly feel that I’m a decent looking, charming, sometimes funny, nice person. Sure I troll the fuck out of people on the interwebs, but I do genuinely care about other people. Being nice does pay off, and karma is a real thing. But in this case, I was dead wrong.So after some talking about random shit. We get the show playing. I couldn’t even tell you what happened in the first few moments of that show, because she gets up grabs me by the hand, and leads me into my bedroom.Sex.So after, we’re just laying there. Pillow talk. Was a good night. I just got laid. She asked if she could stay the night. We’re gonna go to sleep. Everything is cool. I let her know that I have to be at work in a few hours, so I need to get some rest.Now, up to this point in the story, it all sounds like a great night. Pulled off another one night stand. high fives all around Right?Wrong.I say “that was great we should do this again sometime”“I don’t think so”“What why?”“I don’t think my husband would appreciate that”I am speechless. I don’t think I’ve ever felt my heart skip that many beats ever. Millions of thoughts crossed my mind all at once. Like, how the fuck did I not see this coming. Omg imma home wrecker. I’m probably gonna get shot of he finds out.Me: “Ummmmmmm WHAT? Is this an open relationship? Does he know where you’re at? Like, why didn’t you tell me that?”Her: “idk, does it matter?”“Uh yeah, I’d be pretty pissed if I was him”Now I’ve been cheated on before. And that feeling sucks. I’ve been in a similar situation like, 10 years ago. Where I didn’t know that I was sleeping with someone who had a bf at the time. I had found out a couple days later, and I found him on fb and let him know. He thanked me, and didn’t get mad at me at all. Cheating is the worse thing ever.So this is where shit starts to hit the fan. I don’t remember the exact conversation, but it went something like this:Her: “we’re getting separated soon”Me: “well you’re still fucking married to him”“Yea but that’s okay”“How is that okay?”“He’s been..... abusive”There’s a slight pause, then she starts crying. So this is where the sober me starts to kick in. This girl is struggling. She’s in a bad spot. And no one should ever lay a finger on a woman. And now I’m trying to empathize with this trashy Evan Williams drinking bitch. Like I legit felt bad from all the shit that she was telling me.Que the panic attack.She starts going nuts. Ripping posters off my wall, running around my house butt naked. Knocking shit over. Basically trashing my house.She asks me to get her medicine out of her purse. Which I do. She takes it. And calms down. (For the most part).Now this is like, 2 or 3 am now. I tell her that we need to go to sleep. Because I have to work in the morning. She tells me “(bartender) was right, you are a really great guy” Btw, Evan Williams isn’t that bad when you’re slightly inebriated and you just had sex with a crazy bitch.We finally get to sleep around 4? Maybe? I wake up late, she wants round 3. And who doesn’t like morning sex. I’m still kinda drunk at this point, and could give 0 fucks. So I gave her a fuck.Anyways, I need to leave for work. But her car is blocking mine. I tell her that she needs to move hers, but she can’t because she didn’t know where her clothes were. And told me I couldn’t move it because “I didn’t know how to drive it”“Uhh, this is the third time we’ve had this conversation. I drive a stick every day, I can move your car”I move her car. I leave for work. And I just let her stay at my house. I let her stay because one, the shit that she told me about her husband is pretty crazy. Two, I was already running late, and fuck it she’ll probably leave before I get home.A couple hours into my shift, she stops responding to my texts. I get concerned, because I’m starting to sober up, and piecing all this shit together. I came to the conclusion that I should find the husband on fb, and message him, letting him know what happened.... BUT, I see that she had already messaged him. FROM MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT! My computer was still logged into fb when I left, and I didn’t think to log out or shut it off or anything.I tell my boss about everything that has happened up until this point. He lets me go home. When I get home, I find her still naked in my bed. I get her friend to get her an Uber. And I leave. Oh also had the sex one more time because 🤷‍♂️.Go back to work. Thinking everything is over. That’s the end of that. Wrong again.I get home from work, to find her on my couch wearing one of my shirts. And only that shirt. Like vag all out and everything. This girl is afraid to go home. Which I’m worried about at this point. Because I want her to go somewhere safe. She’s refusing to reach out to any friends and what not.Oh yea, she had me find her phone. Which had 40 something messages and 28 missed calls from her husband. And several others from other people.She hands me $20 to order a pizza. And after we eat the pizza, she’d Uber home. Fuckin bet. I ordered the pizza, and she wanted one last round of the sex before the pizza got there.I kid you not. I’m sitting on one end of the couch, her on the other. And she just opens her legs and says “make it quick”This bitch has already hit and kicked me, trashed my house, and I’m just ready for her to leave.Sex.After, we’re just sitting there, and she starts crying again. Asking to go home. And I’m like“I’ll get you an Uber home, but you gotta put pants on” “No”“What do you mean ‘no’? You can’t get in an Uber with your pussy out”“No”So I gather up all of her belongings and clothes. And try to help her get dressed. To which she refused to allow me to do.Most guys will agree, one of the hottest things ever... That “arch” thing that women do when you’re pulling their panties off is a fucking amazing feeling.I had the same feeling when I got her panties ON.Pizza arrives. I go outside, sign for the pizza n stuff. Come back inside. Panties are off again. God dammit.We never even opened the pizza box. She’s saying that she wants to go home. But is refusing to get dressed. I’m starting to panic myself. Because I don’t know how I got myself into this situation. But, am me.She eventually hands me her phone, with the conversation that’s she having with her husband. And I read through the conversation, it’s her sending multiple texts saying “I’m so sorry babe” “idk where I’m at” “come get me”. And him saying “nope sorry” “this is on you” and “call 911”That last one though. That’s what I did.Before I called 911, I offered to drive her car back to the bar where we met, because I knew the husband would give her a ride back there. And not to my house. Because now I’m starting to worry about my safety. I don’t want homeboy to show up on my porch with a shotty. But then again she states that “you don’t know how to drive my car” with it being a stick and all. Even though this is 4th or 5th time this was brought up in conversation.I told them that I have an inebriated woman in my house that is refusing to leave, even though she wants to leave. Etc. I tried to call our one mutual friend, (the bartender from the previous night) but she didn’t answer.The ~20 minutes before the cops arrived were the most awkward 20 minutes of my life. This girl is drunk crying. Trying to get me to go for yet another round. Where at this point, my dick hurts. Also, “girl you need to get dressed, you’re gonna be going home”Finally got her panties back on, I didn’t tell her that I had called the cops. I told her that the Uber was coming. And was trying to get her to put her pants on.Cops show up, I go outside. Explain the situation, was kind of freaking out. But I kept my calm. I told them that I was concerned about her safety, because of all the shit that she told me about her husband. But they can’t force her to go anywhere she didn’t want to. She wanted to go home. Officers ask if she was presentable. I pop my head back in the door. She’s still wearing my shirt and her panties. So I’m like “I guess?”, and then I let them in.She yells “are you fucking serious? You called the cops?” “Uh yea, you didn’t wanna leave. Even though you said you did. Plus your husband said to call 911, so that’s what I did”The officer said to her “you’re on this man’s property, and he wants you to leave”Que crying and what not.Cops ask me to gather all of her stuff. Which I do. Her husband calls her phone, so I accept the call, and then put it up to her face. Tell her to tell him what’s happening. And that she is getting an Uber home. Apparently her card and PayPal was getting declined for the ride. So she couldn’t do it herself. They live like 5 miles away from me, so it was only $8 or something. I live pretty close to downtown, so ordering a Lyft/Uber usually takes 2-3 minutes after calling for one. Once cops tell her that her ride is on the way, and gonna be here within 2 minutes... Girl finally decides to get dressed.I had to help a 30 year old woman put pants on... I could see the officer’s partner struggling to keep a straight face during that ordeal. Lol.Anyways, I hand her hat, keys, bra, shirt (she’s still wearing mine) to the officer. Made sure she had all of her belongings. We get her to walk out of my house to the Uber. But she tried to grab the bottle of Evan Williams. To where I audibly laughed. “I don’t think they’ll let you take that”Cops didn’t let her take it. She got in the Uber and she was gone. Policeman handed me the bottle back. Where I say “usually this is the other way around, ha”Po-po leave, I call it a night, and it’s over.Flash forward to today. I get a message from our mutual friend (the bartender) and she’s asking if crazy girls keys are at my house. I was at work at the time. So I wasn’t able to check. But I’m 98% certain I handed those over to the cops. I look for them when I get home. Found nothing.Oh, and this girls car is still parked across the street from my house.So that brings us to now. I haven’t heard anything from her. Or the husband. And I’m not sure if it’s safe for me to go home. But ya. Know what? Fuck it. I’m glad I could share this story with y’all. There might be more to come, but you’ll probably have to read about it in my obituary.The moral of the story is, drug every girl that asks you not to drug them at a bar. 😂Jk don’t do that.And don’t stick your dick in crazy.TLDR: Took a girl home who I didn't know was married. She trashed my house.Edit: I’m not gonna change “que” to “cue” because fuck you, deal with my mistakes while I deal with mine. via /r/tifu

#IFTTT #reddit #tifu

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noramoya · 5 years

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“DON’T STOP TIL YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH : AN ARTICLE ON THE QUINCE JONES MJ TRIBUTE DEBACLE.” – SYL MORTILLA, @WordPress .

“You know how sometimes people get offended on behalf of others? Well, right now, I am seething. Positively livid. Absolutely outraged, and do you know the worst part? I am not even directly affected by what has happened here. It’s not my money involved, but I am truly appalled for you and I guess it could happen to any of us so we should not stand for it. Let me explain.

I was in London recently, deep in the underground rabbit warren, climbing up an escalator the size of Everest. As I ascended the cold metal steps, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, one of many promotional posters for forthcoming shows. Despite keeping my ear to the ground, my finger on the pulse and some say, my head in the clouds, I hadn’t heard of this one.

In fact, I was temporarily bamboozled by it. I had heard some time ago that Quincy Jones would be playing a show at the O2 Arena, but this bore no resemblance to that event.

It was still Quincy, but it contradicted my recollection that it was to be a celebration of the work of the late Michael Jackson.

Originally, this “world exclusive concert” had promised not only “three iconic albums played back to back” but went on to nail its colours to the mast by actually naming them: Off The Wall, Thriller and Bad.

I remember at the time thinking that this would be quite the spectacle, but the ticket prices were utterly exorbitant – well in excess of a hundred pounds a pop.

The new poster was so different that I questioned whether it was even the same event or if I had already missed that one and now this was the follow up show.

I felt like I was in Animal Farm, staring in disbelief at the board previously displaying the motto “four legs good, two legs bad,” adjusted to read “four legs good, two legs better,” leaving me questioning my own memory of the original.

I have since read something that confirms that I hadn’t been imagining things after all and rather than being a feverish cheese dream, the content of the concert HAS been altered to remove all remaining traces of Jackson.

Now, everyone is entitled to their opinion as to whether or not this was the right thing to do in the light of recent allegations (arising from a “documentary”) and I am not here to have that debate.

What I take issue with though is that when you substantially deviate from the original advertised line up that people have paid handsomely to see, they should be entitled to receive a full refund.

What wound me up most was the arrogant stance taken by the promoters. Disgruntled fans have received a response from them explaining: “the show’s content has not changed. Songs from the three Michael Jackson albums will be played, alongside tracks which celebrate era-defining music. Therefore, we are unable to offer refunds.”

Now, let’s just think about this for a second. They’re claiming that it’s the same show as before. I mean, I guess they have got a point – after all, it is still Quincy Jones and seats are every bit as expensive as they were before, but the actual music? Well, that could not be more different.

The show appears to have shrunk in the wash and its colours have run. Now, in its place we have “Soundtrack of The 80s” featuring “iconic songs and defining albums.” I’m genuinely surprised that Sara Cox isn’t billed to host it.

Get your magnifying glass out though and look carefully at the small print at the very bottom of the poster and any fears you may have previously had will be swept aside.

See – it IS EXACTLY the same concert as before. O yea of little faith. Look, there’s all of Jackson’s biggest hits… Rock With You… Man In The Mirror… er, Yah Mo Be There…

I appreciate that there are bigger injustices in the world right now, but the principle of this stinks and the precedent it sets is utterly unacceptable.

This is like professional gaslighting. Maybe the organisers of the event are in a state of traumatised denial after this significant transformation to their show.

The last time a promoter was this cheeky was back when people who had bought seats to see Michael Jackson at his O2 residency for his ill-fated This Is It farewell tour were offered hologrammatic “souvenir” tickets instead of their money back.

When people buy tickets for Glastonbury, they do so without knowing what the line up will be in advance. People know that they are getting on board before the bands are announced and if they aren’t satisfied when the poster is unveiled, they are free to cancel.

Line ups are subject to change all the time, but usually, when someone drops out, the promoters arrange for someone equally impressive to stand in. Sometimes, the replacement is actually better than the act originally scheduled, so it works in the fans’ favour.

Occasionally, issues arise where, for whatever reason, artists are unable to fulfil their original obligation due to their personal situation or circumstances beyond their control.

I was crushed one Summer when Irish girl group B*witched were due to headline a Nineties nostalgia concert, but were sadly unable to make it in time due to problems with their flight. To be fair to them, they offered a full explanation and regular updates throughout the course of the evening by virtue of regular Skype updates. These things happen. C’est la vie.

There is sometimes a disclaimer attached to shows warning in advance of possible alterations. It covers the promoter’s back, acknowledges the reality of the industry and manages fans’ expectations.

I have studied the Quincy poster quite closely under my musical microscope and I don’t see anything anywhere that states: “please note: the advertised content is subject to change at any minute – in fact, it might have already changed beyond recognition by the time you buy tickets. Those who wish to take a complete leap of faith do so entirely at their own risk as even if we move the goal posts so far apart that they end up being in completely different countries, we reserve the right at all times to not only refuse entry but also refunds.”

I am no mathematician, but I am genuinely curious as to how much of the original advertised content of a concert you have to depart from before it can be considered a “change.”

Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you bought tickets to see The Manic Street Preachers on their current tour, encouraged by the promise that they are going to be playing your favourite album of theirs: This Is My Truth, Tell Me Yours in its entirety. Imagine turning up, feather boa warming your your neck, looking forward to hearing songs from that album, only to be told that instead you are going to be treated to two hours of singer James Dean Bradfield’s side project.

Furious, you rush to the box office for a refund. “Ah,” says the woman behind the counter, “but this is the same concert.” “HOW is it?” you wail. “James will still be playing songs from This Is My Truth,” she says, “alongside era-defining music.”

Faced with no alternative, you return to the show to hear James playing George Benson’s Give Me The Night. “But this isn’t even one of theirs!” you scream, throwing back your head in terror, at which point you see a sign on the ceiling above you that says “NO REFUNDS.”

The addition of extra songs doesn’t make things better, it makes them considerably worse, as it has the effect of diluting the overall quality. It makes it considerably less likely that you will get to hear the songs from those albums that you paid good (Bad?) money to hear.

Maybe before the show, you could go into the O2 branch of Nando’s and order a plate of peri peri chicken, before tucking into it and immediately realising that something is wrong. Rather than your spice of choice, it has an altogether milder, tamer flavour, like someone has seasoned it with lemon and herb. It doesn’t even look or taste like chicken. Closer inspection reveals it to be pigeon!

Incensed, you storm up to the counter and demand your money back. “I’m sorry, Sir,” says the Manager, “but there are no refunds because that is the same meal as the one you ordered.” Then they chuck out a corn on the cob and throw some spicy rice in your face in an effort to placate you with era-defining side dishes.

Where exactly will this madness end? If you go to a tailor and after getting measured up and paying for a brand new suit, he then proceeds to lop the legs off the trousers and stitch a floral pattern into the lapel, can he still expect you to be happy with that?

We live in a time where people are expected to pay for the privilege of printing off their own tickets at home, and don’t even get me started on the fulfilment fees – exactly who or what are these fulfilling other than corporate pockets?!

Fans increasingly find themselves forfeiting booking fees, administration charges and the like when concerts are cancelled by the promoter. These would appear to be regarded by them as little more than curiosity taxes.

It’s all very caveat emptor – buyer beware – if you have gone to the trouble and expense of organising transport and arranging accommodation to see a show which is then pulled, well, then, that’s your problem.

By all means, go ahead and adjust the content of a concert – you’re the promoter, it’s your show, you can do whatever you like, but if you do, don’t hoodwink ticket holders into thinking that nothing has changed. Don’t flummox your customers. If they aren’t happy with the alterations you’ve made, they should be entitled to receive a full refund as the show they bought tickets to see is no longer the one that will be staged.

Believe it or not, this piece originally started out as an advertisement for the forthcoming Quincy Jones concert in which I heaped praise on the promoters for their courageous actions and argued that the concert remains fundamentally unchanged. They cannot take issue with any aspect of the final version because this is exactly the same article as before…alongside era-defining sarcasm. “

-Written by Andrew Timms .

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lonelyshrimp · 3 years

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April?!?! That’s so far away

And now it's looking like may :)

Basically: in January I moved out of my old house into a new one with my roommates from said old house. My one roommate decided to be extremely controlling during the entire move was like. Hmmmmm hey Dont Do That. Like. We spent the day moving and getting everything out of the moving truck and into the house, there was still stuff we had to go back for the next day, and it was late. And yet he was all "get this shit out of the living room and put it away I can't deal with all this mess" and it's like. Buddy. We're all tired as hell. Calm tf down. He was literally the least packed of everyone and yet was rushing all of us and complaining about us like. The fuck?

And then he started pitching a fit because I needed the biggest room in the house.

Now. I've never been good at advocating for myself because it makes me feel selfish and disgusting but. I needed that room for two reasons:

My furniture is Big. My nightstand, dresser, and bed frame are all big fucking wooden things. And,

I spend a Lot of Time in my room and if it's not of an Adequate Size then I will literally feel like the walls are closing in on me

So yea I wasn't saying I needed that room out of some self-important grandeur, it was out of Genuine Need.

Then shit hit the fan :) So, backstory. My parents weren't too too great and I have a lot of trauma im working through because of it. Kitchens are particularly bad (I believe I've posted about this before?) And twice I ended up having severe panic attacks and flashbacks because of the roommate having to either move my belongings (people touching my things is Bad) and complaining about the mess of the kitchen itself, and him yelling at his fiancée for not reloading the dishwasher after emptying it and "theres no need for dishes in the sink when we have a dishwasher!"

In both instances I did what I've been instructed to do by professionals for years: I removed myself from the situation. Sure, it wasnt graceful, but I went up to my room in an attempt to calm myself down. Both times the roommate started screaming down in the kitchen so loud I could hear him misgendering me from in my room. Its to the point that after police being to the property several times, the roommate refusing help and making threats against others I've decided that for my own safety I need to move out of region, same with my partner and their mother.

So now im staying with them while we look for a place :)

#shrimp answers #wow this was long whoops #tw bad parenting #ask to tag

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jcchasezdaily · 6 years

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JC Chasez on ‘NSync Reunion Rumors: ‘The Answer Is No’

Bye, bye, bye to those reunion rumors! ‘NSync may have been one of the biggest boy bands in music history, but it appears that they have (not so surprisingly!) hung up their marionette dolls for good.

“The answer is no,” JC Chasez exclusively tells Us Weekly. “I know people want to hear a different answer but we felt like we did what we set out to do. By the way, we are all still friends and we all still talk about this stuff. But the way we went about it was we had to be inspired by something. And that’s the only way we would do anything.”

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“Whatever we do together we have to do it because we are inspired to do it. It’s authentic. And I feel like that’s part of why we had a connection with our audience,” he adds. “[We want] to continue to be honest with our audience and fans. I would never want to take anything from anyone that didn’t feel genuine. That’s just kind of the way we approach everything that we do. … I think if they are going to invest in you then you should be fair to them. If you’re not giving everything that you have then you shouldn’t be doing it. That’s out of respect for them.”

Chasez — along with Justin Timberlake, Joey Fatone, Lance Bass and Chris Kirkpatrick — formed the band in 1995. They broke album records, toured the world and, well, played with a hacky sack before performing to sold out concerts.

“Thirty minutes before a performance it was just the five of us. Everybody else would clear out and it would be a quiet space — wherever it is we need 30 minutes to hit the reset button. And to gather our energy, get ready to go out there and give the best performance we could give,” Chasez tells Us of their pre-show rituals. “The other thing was we kicked this little hacky sack around. It started so early that we became superstitious that if we didn’t do it it would be bad. And none of us actually hacky-sacked. It wasn’t like a thing we actually did. We did it as a joke one day and then the next day you do it again and it’s like, ‘We did it four days in a row, let’s do it again!'” (Freddie Prinze Jr. in She’s All That, anyone?)

He adds, laughing: “And we ended up doing it for 10 years. It’s ridiculous.”

As for who still has the hacky sack? Kirkpatrick — and he brought it with him when the band reunited at the 2013 VMAs.

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“We even did it at the MTV performance when we showed love to Justin for his award,” Chasez says. “Again, it was for the right reason. When your friend is being honored and you’re a part of their lives and this was a big part of his life we wanted to share that and we wanted to support him in that moment. It was fun. We did those moves so many times. It’s like riding a bike. Keep it fun, keep it light. We didn’t do anything too crazy. We weren’t trying to do stunts or elusions. We just wanted to keep it straightforward and share the moment with the audience.”

For more, read the rest of his Q&A below:

US: What memorabilia do you have?

JC: I have like a storage space. I have ridiculous things in there still. I still have the mechanical bull from the tour in a warehouse somewhere. I go through and cut through the clutter and go, “OK, I have too many of these. I still want to keep a couple of these because someday I can show people.” But I try to narrow it down. When you first get that stuff you get so excited to have it. And then you’re like, “OK. Enough is enough. Let me pick two or three of each and then keep it moving.”

US: Do you have the marionette dolls?

JC: Oh yeah. We have all of those.

US: What was your favorite music video?

JC: I liked shooting “Bye, Bye, Bye” because I got to work with the stunt coordinator from the movie Ronin for the driving sequences. At that point in our careers we really — anything we can think of we can do — and one of my favorite films at the time was Ronin and I loved the driving sequence. I just couldn’t believe how real it felt. So when it came time to make the video they were like, “You like the movie? Why don’t we just hire the guy that did that scene?” And I was like, “You have to be kidding me!”

US: What was your least favorite? Anything too strenuous with choreography?

JC: No, choreography was always fun. I always enjoyed that stuff. When you are making a video it’s just outright fun. I think the aftermath of “It’s Gonna Be Me” [though] because we had to wear the makeup for basically over 40 hours. So by the end of the day and through the dance sequences and everything that stuff was basically glued to our heads. And we are sweating this kind of tar. And tearing that stuff off we ended up having a lot of ripped skin and bleeding, which was not fun.

US: What was your favorite song: “Bye, Bye, Bye” or “It’s Gonna Be Me”?

JC: I don’t really have a favorite between those two. They are both fun. I love the opening part of “It’s Gonna Be Me,” the piano part was always fun. And I always liked the attitude of that song. And then for “Bye, Bye, Bye” I just loved the crowds response because they can dance with us.

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US: Do you prefer the fast songs or ballads?

JC: It depends on where we are in the show and how fatigued I would be performing live. You forget that when you do two fast songs in a row you’re looking forward to sitting on a stool for a song. Like, “OK, I just got my cardio in” It’s basically like interval training. It’s kind of crazy but we wanted to give it as much as we could so we had to pace it out that way.

US: Are you the kind of person who will just put on the Christmas album for fun?

JC: I mean I don’t put on the album but if it’s on a station that I choose I have fun with it. They are fun memories for me. I don’t know how to equate it other than saying it’s a college memory.

US: Is there something a fan would never know about a certain song?

JC: For me, working on “It’s Gonna Be Me” — for some reason we just couldn’t get the attitude quite right. Or at least I couldn’t at the time. I remember singing that “You don’t want to lose” line a million times.

US: Do you regret any outfits?

JC: In retrospect I regret everything! And yet I love everything. It’s like you’re living in a moment — go with it. People are like, “Those space suits were ridiculous.” And it’s like, that’s kind of why I like them. Yea, ridiculous, that’s the point. It’s ridiculous. Maybe tight leather pants, bad choice. But I’m all about it.

US: You all reunited for your 40th birthday last year. Was that a surprise?

JC: It was a surprise actually. I thought I was having dinner with four people and then I walked into a whole room of people. It was a bit overwhelming but it was a lot of fun. A lot of nice things were said. Again, a wonderful moment to reminiscence and a wonderful moment to be thankful for.

US: What’s it like to look back at the span of your career starting from The Mickey Mouse Club and seeing that the cast — Ryan Gosling, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera — are all successful?

JC: I like when good things happen to nice people and growing up they were always great people. I love to see people get a win. … And by the way, these people deserve it. Ryan is a talent. Keri [Russell] is a talent.

US: Do you keep in contact with Britney or Christina?

JC: We keep in touch. Obviously not on a regular basis but of course there’s always the occasional catch-up.

#JC Chasez #*NSYNC #NSYNC #US Weekly #article #it was expected you guys

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koreankokaine · 6 years

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Flights part 4

Word~1,736

We got back to the hotel El completely flipped on me.

"Amira Greene Keller, explain." We got to the room, went to our bedroom inside and shut the door. She turned on music loud enough but not disturbing and I started to explain.

"So you know my best friend from New York? Twix?"

"Yeah?"

"Wellllll..."

"What?"

"It'svernonfromseventeen." I said super fast

"What?" her face looked very confused

"It'svernonfromseventeen." I said a bit slower

"Amira?!" she warned

"It's Vernon from Seventeen."

"WHAT?!?"

"We've been friends since I was adopted. His family lived right down the road from us. Our mothers are friends."

"Omo, Kate has friends." She said seriously then we busted out laughing. My mother is very...childish.

"Yes, she does."

"Wow, anyway continue."

"When I was 2 and he was 5 he moved. He's brother figure to me more than my own brother. I was too young to communicate by speaking coherent words and write so he took it upon himself to write the best he could and would draw pictures dedicated to me. My mother would send his family pictures and vice versa. All my life we've been in some form of contact. When I was old enough, 6, his family brought me to Korea."

"So you've been to Korea????"

"Yea,"

"Bruh,"

"I know I'm sorry."

"Go on,"

"I was 12 and he was 16, he started training. I was there when he was accepted into Pledis. It was the best day in both of our lives. Hansol is a very hard worker. The other guys are too, don't get me wrong but being a foreigner and half Korean, he struggles with other things most don't deal with."

"So are you friends with the group?"

"Yes, ma'am I am. That's why I don't let you on my LINE because I talk to everyone on there. Hansol was the first "idol" I met."

"Who else do you know?"

"Well....."

"Jisoo, Amira."

"Three months for ten years amounts to a lot of time and people."

"You spend the whole summer there?!?"

"Yes and no. I would go during the school year. My parents and his have an arrangement with each other and the school. I live there with Hansol's family and several times I've stayed at another groups’ dorms."

"What groups"

"Got7 and Exo."

"For real?"

"Yeah, Mark is also my best friend."

"How many best friends do you have?"

"The ones that are as good as you are Mark, Hansol, Changkyun, Suho, and HaNee aka Honey J."

"Honey J like Jay park's backup dancer?"

"I literally ran into her at a cafe."

"Bro," she was low key jungshook we sat in silence, "Sooo question?"

"Yea?"

"Are you May?" I nodded

"You're May?" she said a bit too loud

"Shhhhh," I said hitting her lightly

"Wow, and I call myself your best friend." I laughed. "Why are you anonymous?

"What do you mean "why?"

"You're May, THE best friend of Monsta X and several others. Fans don't know what you look like or your name but the hear your voice. You're a ghost."

"Oh Yeah, we all agreed for the sake of my sanity to keep things under wrap. Yes, they still talk about me and show hosts and people bring it up but they know how to go about it."

"Gave me a rough idea of how many groups you personally hang out with?"

"I know MX, Exo, Got7, Seventeen, and several AOMG guys. Sadly, I have not had the please to meet BTS, Ikon, and others on our list."

"This is the most important question I’ve ever asked in our 8 years."

"Yes?"

"Have you met Jay Park?"

I started laughing, "Yes I have. He is annoying as hell. I love him but this man will not stop being a pain in my ass."

"How did you met all of them?"

"You know about Hansol and Honey. I met Mark while visiting California that one year when you guys went to Florida. We both went to the skate park and connected. I met Suho last year when I was shopping in Japan and EXO was there having a concert. He was in a store and I asked him a question about some clothing. We got to talking and invited me to the concert."

"So you have been to an Exo concert. Did you meet any of the other guys? It's so surprising. You are not a very outgoing or social person." she said with sarcasm and a smile. 8 years of friendship and she knows everything about me except this part of my life. I smiled

"Yes, I met the others. Actually, I'm better friends with Chanyeol than Suho."

"How did you meet Monsta X? No offense that's who I am mainly focused on now because you just allowed me to meet them."

"Hansol and I were visiting Seoul on his day off and had just gotten some street food. There was music playing and I started singing and Vernon started rapping to it and this guy heard us. It was the CEO of Starship. He came over and asked if we were signed with anybody. Hansol said yes but I said I wasn't and that I wasn't looking to be signed. He said he didn't care but that he wanted to add me to a team of private contractors. I agreed but me being 12 he told me to meet him at a location with Hansol and come see what he was working on. We went later that day and it was No Mercy live recording. There was nobody there. We sat in the back. Hyolyn and Soyou were chilling in the judge seating area. Hyolyn was so goddamn beautiful. When I met her, oh my God, she was, no, IS a goddess. The show started and the contestants performed a lot of good songs. You've seen No Mercy, so you know everything. I know this is going to be cheesy but one of the contestants really held my attention. We made eye contact. I was kinda magical."

"Was it who I think it was?" El asked knowingly

"Yes, it was Hoseok." I smiled "So there I was, 12 years old in the midst of future idols, at a live show of a company who produced one of the biggest girl groups and staring at my first crush."

"Awwww Lucky,"

"LOL, no, that was the day my life became hell. Those boys are the most irritating men I've ever met." I chuckled

"Really?" she questioned

"Oh yeah, they're the reason I can't go to one of the best restaurants in Seoul."

"Oh my Jisoo, tell me later."

"Yeah, that's a whole other story," I said recalling that event

"LOL,"

"Anyway, they finished their performances and the guy came up to us. He introduced himself to us. I was starstruck like you were tonight but I got over it pretty quick. This was when I wasn't fluent in Korean so I had Hansol translate. Hoseok asked where we were from and said that I looked a little too young to be there. The judges were still in the room conversing. Some of the other guys came over to see what Hoseok was up too. He went into a protective mode when Gun Hee asked why we were here and who we were. Hansol told them what we were there for. the guys had a few hours till the had to go so we got to know them."

"I wish I was in your head right now. That must have been cool," she said trying to imagine

"It was."

"What happened next?"

We told them how we were invited and they were like 'you need to sing a song for us' and I was not having it. I told Hansol to translate 'I'm only here to watch the show. Hoseok asked me to sing for them. and me being me agreed instantly. I looked at Hansol for approval and he agreed. I got onstage and I picked Give It To Me by Sistar. It was the first song I knew how to sing fully in Korean. I ended and everyone in hearing range was shocked. I got a standing ovation and the producers try to get me to sign with Starship which I kindly declined. I want to be independent. Soyou and Hyolyn were impressed and praised me for doing their song. I talked for a while with the other guys and they gave me their contact info so I could contact them next time I was in Korea. I talk to Mx, Gun Hee, and Yoon Ho the most. Outside the setting of work, they are very genuine and nice people. Since MX and Seventeen have known me since I was younger they are more like brothers to me. The women of Sistar are like my older sisters and too often they act like mothers."

"Wow, that's cool."

"Yes, it is, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I can't go around saying Hi my name is Amira. I'm also called May. I am friends with Kpop idols. What's your name?"

"I understand, I'm a little mad that you waited this long to share."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm glad you told me finally though." we hugged my phone dinged with a notification. Wonho texted me goodnight I replied to him. El saw me, "So another big question," she began.

"I have a feeling what it is." I was worried

"So are you and Wonho dating?"

I laughed, "No, we are not.”

“He really likes you. You can see in the way he looks at you. Amira, he's in love with you.”

“Ellie, he's 24 years old and I'm 16. He's 8 years old older than me. His fans would kill me. I can see read the headlines now, ‘Monsta X’s Wonho dating ordinary fan.’ ‘Update, Wonho’s mystery girl is their friend May.’ Oh yeah, Yep that would get me killed and my family would be pestered. If my real identity came out that would be very bad.”

“Why don't you have LDR with him and see him when you visit or at concerts?”

“My age would be frowned upon and he doesn't like me like that. It's never going to happen. Trust me.”

“You know it's true, he likes you.”

I ignored her, turning off the lights and going to bed.

#monstax #monsta x fanfic #shownu monsta x #wonho fanfic #wonho monsta x #hyungwon monsta x #kihyun monsta x #jooheon monsta x #minhyuk monsta x #i.m monsta x #au monstax #beautiful in the US

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dilfdarling · 7 years

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Detention [Zack Taylor x Reader]

Request: Hi do you think you can write something where the reader meets zack in detention and she wasn't the biggest fan of zack at first but they start to talk get to know each other a little and eventually make plans to hang out Outside of detention and the reader starts to realize she may have a bit of a crush on him

Word Count: 3,277 (idk how this became so long...)

A/N: Hello Darkness my Old Friend. I feel like the pacing could have been better. And also I feel like I could have written Zack better. Because of the way this ended, I would not mind writing a squeal for it. If you all wanted one of course!

Tag List: @zacktxylor @weasleygirl7 @themorphinggrid

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The ride to detention was silent. Your mother hadn’t spoken to you that whole morning, other than to tell you to get out of bed. You understood why she was mad, but you couldn’t help but feel upset that she was so angry she wasn’t talking to you. You had tried talking to her earlier, but nothing came of it, so you had decided you weren’t going to be as silent as she was.

You felt yourself tense when your mother pulled into the school parking lot. You had never been in detention before, and knew the kind of kids that were in there. You remembered Billy had detention and made a mental note to try and sit by him if you could. He was the only person you wouldn’t mind talking to.

The car came to a halt and your grip tightened on the strap of your bag. Your mother looked over to you and sighed, keeping your eyes trained in front of you.“I’ll be back later to pick you up.

”You groaned and opened the car door, “I love you too,” you mumbled and hopped from the car.

You refrained from slamming the door. You didn’t need your mother even angrier. You walked towards the school and prepared yourself for detention. As you walked down the hall, nearing the room, you slowed down. A lot of kids knew about what you had done, and you weren’t too sure you were ready to face what they were going to say.

You opened the door and walked down the steps. The kids in the room were talking amongst themselves and quieted down once you made your way into the room.Colt made his way towards you, and you tried to ignore him. As you tried to move around him, he moved with you. You glared at him, but he seemed unaffected by you

.“Now, what could someone as perfect as you possibly have done to end up here?”

You made a face at him, motioning towards the bruise on your eyes and the stitches above it, “what does it look like?”

He scowled at you and you placed your hand on his chest, pushing past him. You sat down at an empty table and pulled your phone out. You heard Colt grumble and he walked back to his seat. You normally weren’t mean, but you knew that you needed to assert some sort of dominance in hopes of being left alone.

You started to text one of your friends, trying to have some sort of positive interaction with somebody, seeing as your morning had been so horrible. The chair beside you moved and you tried to ignore it, thinking if you left them alone maybe they would leave you alone.

“You’re Y/N right?”

You looked beside you, and refrained from groaning. Zack Taylor sat beside you. You had never personally known him, but from what you had seen of him made you hesitant to respond. You also weren’t feeling very friendly considering your situation. You just nodded and looked back down at your phone.

“You were in that fight right? The one in the girls’ bathroom?”

“Please,” you turned to him, your eyes meeting his, “drop it.”

Zack put his hands up in defeat and turned towards the front of the room. The detention teacher made his way into the room, greeting everyone. You shoved your phone back into you bag and slid down your seat. You were going to go along with whatever you were supposed to do, but you were going to make sure everyone knew that you were upset.

It was your third week of detention. You began to tolerate Zack. He didn’t bother you as much, but he made it his mission to sit by you every day. You read a book for most of detention, or tried to finish any homework you had from earlier that week.

“What are you doing?” Zack whispered to you, looking over your shoulder.

“Math work.”

You seen him nod and move back a bit. You slightly shook your head and sighed. You moved to grab your calculator and as you sat back up and piece of paper flew past you. Zack snatched it from the air, his hand getting awfully close to your face.

“What the hell?” You whispered, scooting away from him, “do you and your friends not know how to pass a note like regular teens?”

Zack smiled at you and shook his head, “nope. Anyway, I’m not going to let it hit you.”

“Good,” you huffed, “if it hits my face, you’re going to have to worry about more than detention.”

You saw Zack give you a funny a look and heard Trini laugh from the table beside you. You heard the note zip past you several more times before detention was let out. Every time it passed you, you would give Zack a dirty look. He would always smile back at you, reassuring you that you were safe.

You packed your math back into your bag up and stood to leave. You walked from the room and outside. You breathed in the fresh air and made your way to your mom’s car. You got into the car and tried to ignore the fact that you were going to have to go back to detention the next Saturday.

You looked down at the book you had brought to detention and hummed softly to yourself. The chair beside you was pulled out and you looked up to see Zack. You gave him a gentle smile and looked back down at your book.

“So, you can smile?” Zack teased you as he sat down.

You pursed your lips and knitted your brows together, your eyes darkening.

“I’m just kidding. You have a cute smile though.”

You were taken aback by his sudden compliment. You felt your face flush and you shoved your nose back in your book. You wondered if had complimented other people, or if he had genuinely liked you. But he didn’t even know you, he couldn’t have liked you.The rest of detention you thought about his compliment. You couldn’t even read. You were sure he had noticed. You slammed your book shut once detention was over and tried to hurry out of the room. You knew that was all you were going to think about until next Saturday.

You hadn’t been wrong. During the day you were fine, you had school work to occupy yourself. But at night, when you were trying to sleep, you couldn’t help but think about Zack. One day at school he had even sat with you at lunch. You weren’t sure why he was being so nice to you since you had really only ever glared at him.

You hurried into the school. It was your last day and then you would finally be free on the weekends. You rushed down the steps, hoping that the teacher hadn’t arrived already. You had been running a little late and didn’t want to get into more trouble.

You slowed down once you saw the teacher wasn’t there yet. You walked towards the desk Zack sat at and pulled out the chair beside him. You noticed his friends giving you awkward and confused glances. Zack smiled at you when he realized you had made it.

“Sleep in late?”

“Yea, my phone died last night so my alarms didn’t go off. I woke up five minutes before we had to leave, which is why I look like this,” you motioned to yourself.

You wore leggings, an oversized shirt, your hair was pulled into a messy bun, and you wore no makeup.

Zack looked you up and down and furrowed his brows, “like what? You look cute.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could question him the teacher walked in. You shifted in your seat and stared at the teacher as he spoke

.“Why are you being so nice?” You whispered to Zack, leaning closer to him than you wanted to.

He smirked at you, “do you want me to be mean to you?”

You snorted, “of course not,” you quickly grew serious, “I just haven’t been the nicest person to you, and you’ve been nice to me constantly. And now you’re calling me cute.”

“Well, you are,” Zack’s voice quietened, “I also like seeing you blush.”

You could feel your face heating up. You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms at him. You huffed and looked ahead of yourself. Zack let out a quiet laugh and seemed to go back to passing notes to his friends.You were curious about those five teens. They were always together, no matter what. You had kept to yourself most of the time, so you had never really talked to Zack and his friends, but now that you were with him every Saturday you realized how peculiar they all were. You were positive that a teenager should not have the reflexes or accuracy that they did.

“This is your last weekend here, right?” Zack leaned back towards you.

“Yea, I guess I’m happy about that, but I think I’m gonna miss your compliments,” you smiled at him, sounding slightly sarcastic. But you almost felt like you were really going to miss him.

“I can still compliment you during the week.”

You scrunched your face at him. You two were given a warning for talking and you decided it would be best to stay quiet, you weren’t sure you wanted more detention. You moved forward, leaning against your hand. Since you had been running late, you weren’t really able to bring anything with you to occupy yourself.

You could see Zack scribbling on a piece of paper, one separate from the not he and his friends were passing. From the way he was sitting you couldn’t read it. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was doing. You knew it probably wasn’t your business, but with having nothing to distract you it was hard to stop trying to look.

You tilted your head, still only able to see the very top of the paper. You didn’t want to move any closer, in fear of Zack noticing you and scolding you for being nosy. He slightly moved the paper and you could see some of the words: Wanna han

You weren’t able to read the rest. Zack shifted, and rather quickly. The note he and his friends had been passing zipped towards you, but Zack reacted faster than you could even think. His grabbed the paper, the back of his hand almost touching your nose.

You let out a squeak, but tried to not alarm the teacher. You looked over, and Kimberly was making a face at you two. She mouthed ‘sorry’ and Trini was trying her best to stifle her laughter.

“I told you I wouldn’t let it hit you.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, still frightened.You knew it was just a piece of paper, but with how fast they kept throwing it, you knew it could probably do some serious damage if it happened to ever hit someone. You were surprised there hadn’t been any incidences yet.

As you tried to calm yourself back down Zack slid the paper he was writing on towards you. You gave a him a confused look and he motioned for you to read it.

Wanna hang out after detention?

You smiled at the paper and quickly realized you didn’t have a pencil. You didn’t have anything. Zack pushed his pencil towards you and you grabbed it, quickly writing a reply. After being able to do nothing for five weekends in a row, you were up for anything. You also thought it would be a good idea to get to know Zack.

You wanna hang out while I look like a mess?

You pushed the paper back to Zack and looked up at the clock in the room. There was only 15 minutes of detention left. You felt relieved. The note appeared back in front of you and you read over it.

You look fine, but if you think you’re a mess, then you are an adorable mess.

You narrowed your eyes and looked up at Zack, who was messing with his phone. You looked back at the paper and answered him, telling him you’d hang out. You slid it towards him and saw him smile as he read it.

The teacher stood up, getting ready to dismiss the kids from detention. It hit you that you were about to hang out with Zack. You placed your hands on the table and pushed your seat back.

“I don’t have my phone on me, so I can’t tell Mom I’m going out. I should probably be home before 8 o’clock, ‘cause that’s when she normally gets home.” You informed Zack as you stood up from the table.

Zack nodded as he grabbed his things. He told his friends you two were going to be hanging out and Trini smirked up at him, crossing her arms. Kimberly nudged her and you noticed Zack narrow his eyes at the two girls.

The two of you made your way from detention and towards the school exit. You weren’t sure where exactly he was taking you to hang out. You weren’t sure you cared where you were going though. Being free of detention was all you were concerned about, so you would have gone anywhere with Zack.

“You wanna go to the mines?”

Except there.

“Um? Can’t we get in trouble for that?”

“If we get caught.”

You slowly nodded to him. He had clearly been there before. He promised you that the two of you would be fine. You reluctantly went with him. It felt like forever had passed by time you actually reached the spot he wanted to hang out at. You leaned over and grabbed your legs, your breathing heavy.

“How are you not out of breath?”

He shrugged as he easily climbed on top of the abandoned train car. You groaned at how athletic he was and made your way to the car. You placed your hands on your hips and looked up at him, questioning how he got up there.He leaned over and put his hands out, telling you to grab them. You were skeptical at first. You reached up for his hands and he easily pulled you up. You pulled yourself onto your knees and looked around. You were almost upset you had never broke into the mines before, the scenery was astounding.

“How did you find this place?” You looked back to Zack.

“I don’t know, I just come here to clear my mind. Sometimes it’s hard to deal with life, and I just like to sit up here.”

You nodded, “yea, I understand that. I mean, we probably aren’t going through the same things, but I know where you’re coming from.”

Zack shifted, and turned towards you, “how’d you end up in detention? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I had never thought you would end up there.”

You looked away and couldn’t help but quietly laugh. You never thought you’d end up in detention either, and never wanted to, but you were almost happy you did end up there. You messed with the hem of your shirt, stalling your answer. “I don’t know, I was just sticking up for someone who couldn’t stick up for herself. A freshman was getting bullied in the bathroom, and several other girls were just standing there, watching. I hate confrontation, but I couldn’t let some senior pick on a girl who couldn’t protect herself.”

Zack watched you closely. You knew he had already heard what had happened, but it was like he was hearing the story for the first time.

You continued, your eyes wandering away from his, “I was hoping to just talk her down, but the girl moved from the freshman to me. I didn’t know what was happening until she grabbed me. She slammed me into the sink and I hit my head a little too hard. Somehow she didn’t knock me out, and I felt so angry that she had even attacked me that I fought back. A teacher rushed into the bathroom while I was on top of the girl and once I was pulled off I realized how much blood was on the floor. For a second I thought I had hurt her, because I couldn’t feel any pain from the adrenaline. After that it’s just a blur, I know I was sitting in the nurse’s office until the ambulance arrived though. That Saturday was the first detention. I’m really sorry for being an asshole to you for a solid three weeks. I don’t have an excuses honestly.”

You rubbed the back of your neck and looked at the ground. Zack was silent for a moment, taking everything in.

“It was really brave that you stood up for that girl,” Zack gave you a reassuring smile, “also, you have a really cool scar above your eye now.”

You looked up at him and and let out a quiet laugh. He was trying to help you feel better, and that meant a lot. You realized how amazing his smile was and you felt your heart flutter. You started to think about him and you the two of you were sitting on top of an abandoned train car, in the middle of some mine, alone.

“Okay,” you sat up straight and crossed your legs, “since you asked me something, I’m going to ask you something,” Zack nodded, ready for the question, “how are you and your friends so-” you paused trying to find the word, “I don’t know… You kept throwing that paper really quickly and your reflexes are amazing! How the hell did that happen?”

You could see Zack’s shift in emotion before you finished the question, but he immediately smiled at you again and didn’t skip a beat, “we are such great friends, that it has made us stronger.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I wasn’t sure that was possible,” you smirked at him, “but thank you for informing me of that. I’ll be on the lookout for some new friends so we can become the strongest group.”

Zack looked at you with offense, “no one will be stronger than us. Anyway, you could just be my friend. I don’t know if you’ll get stronger, but I could carry all of your heavy things and give you piggyback rides when you’re tired.”

Your cheeks heated up as he spoke. Hearing him say you could be his friend made your heart jump. You liked the idea of being able to spend time with Zack. You felt your stomach flip, thinking about him doing anything for you was making you feel light. You had never thought you would be friends with Zack Taylor, but now you were pretty sure you had liked him, a little more than you had originally thought.

“As long as being your friend means we can come up here and just sit when life gets a little too heavy.”

“Yea, of course.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him when he answered you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence and stared over at the sunset. You knew then that you had adored Zack Taylor. You pushed the thought of him never seeing you as more than a friend from your head. You weren’t going to let your thoughts ruin that moment. You were content with just sitting with him and not worrying about what the future held.

#zack taylor #zack taylor x reader #zack taylor imagine #power rangers #power rangers imagine

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