#like i can carry an adult women but fuck if it didn't hurt me bad doin it and i had to stop several times to catch my breath
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I want their fuckin freedom they have no chores no responsibility they can go out with their friends when ever they want for however long they want they can sleep in there bed all day they eat drink drive vehicles use the phone have a home with no bills no expenses they can spend their money on stupid things that bring them joy with no worry of the gas they burned in someone else's vehicle or if there's dinner at home they have no worries about laundry no worries about dishes no worries about the messes they make because they know I'll clean it up always I want to be viewed by my family and by my friends as someone who is an actual person with limits and boundaries and who has goals and dreams they'd like to accomplish in the day besides laundry for 16 people and not a tireless cleaning machine. I want to be able to rest and have hobbies I want to be able to do things with my partner and my friends again I want to be able to fuckin daydream and make up stories again for Christ sake I want to feel like a person and not a corpse forced into playing "tradwife" I want the freedom they all have while I'm in the background doin they're dishes.
#i don't mind helping with chores but it's the fact I'm the only one qnd i can get my four youngest to help me with bribes of sweets#but there's several adults living here who don't care that they make. more mess then a four year old#and could definitely start doin their own laundry#or take the trash out if it's full instead of cramming more into it so that the bag splits and is to heavy for me to lift#and I'm actually kinda strong like I've def lost a lot of energy n strength this year tbh but this bitch can lift pretty heavy boxes at work#and i split logs pretty regularly so im not the strongest gal by no means like of lord i had to carry my mother around everywhere#because she was a stubborn asshole who refused to use any mobility aids and then wanted to go shopping or go out and i had to just carry her#like i can carry an adult women but fuck if it didn't hurt me bad doin it and i had to stop several times to catch my breath#like I'm not super Strong but I'm not weak the trashbag cant weigh more then an adult#it takesn nothing to rinse a bowl out so your food don't turn into cement#or throw away the wrappers of your bandaids instead of tossing them on the floor#or wipe your shoes before you come in and track big chunks of dried mud and grass all over the home#my parents wanted 12 kids wnd our house to look like a magazine and they beat that mentality of the house must be clean as a whistle#because what if Jesus was to stop by we must have our home look so clean that we would be unashamed if jesus stopped#so clean we encourage him to look in cupboards and under the bed clean#i dont think that's a Bible verse but there was a biblical book that was all about having a home that was so clean constantly#just so you wouldn't be ashamed when Christ cand because cleanliness is closer to godliness#i really hate my mother like so much I'm glad i can finally say it I'm glad i don't have to work to earn her love or buy it#you shouldn't have to have to earn love especially from your parents I'm glad she can't constantly condemn me#i have nightmares about my mom condemning me or being smug n proud and ruining my life in the name of her cult#like throwing away all of my belongings and only having a bed a Bible some christan fiction four floor length Jean dresses baggy tshirts#also her giving my sister she favored a bunch of my organs since I'm broken anyhow and slowly dieing because i don't have a liver anymore#or her ruining my relationship and friendships because she didn't think they were godly enough so i have no one in my life except church#she tried to have an arranged marriage for me not a dream that happened#i know she loved me i hate that i think so low of her but her love felt like hate most of the time#i know she loved me though andni love her to I'm just glad i don't have to constantly hve to perform for her#i have so much garbage in my brain
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you know, for all the pain a certain someone has intentionally caused me with their group stalking and abuses, there's been a lot of weird indirect validation here too.
Like, when Corban was targeted, I wasn't really talking to Corb. John, yes, Corb, no. Corb wasn't active in John's server. Corb found out I was trans by proxy through this and was just "Yeah well. Min was already an honorary dude anyway." Surprise: 0.
Also the new kid in the server is transmasc but only early 20s and not real good with confidence and the like, and still carrying a lot of traits culture beats into AFAB people on apologetics and being quiet. Not that women should have to deal with that either but like, it's a thing. It codes to people.
So anyway, at one point they made some comment about being transmasc and I went MOOD and apparently he thought that was negative or being treated different bc he had NO IDEA I was trans, so he went complaining to another server about mean cis guy treating him Different somehow and one of the players saw it and was like dude do I have news for you.
Even outside of gender it's been fun, when it wasn't infuriating.
John got a job as a beta tester for a ring of game developers out of this. I got a cleared blog I can be myself on instead of being demanded to perform for people. And I think my stalker has learned a lesson they can not unlearn or wish away. They didn't learn it enough, or they'd be reigning their friends in RIGHT FUCKIN NOW, but some people enjoy being victims and hurting themselves, and that person is one of them.
It's a psychological reflex thing, usually present in children and not adults. In fear of losing something they damage or destroy the thing to have a sense of control in their life of when they lose it. Someone realized they lost what they wanted and is now psychologically addicted to driving their friends after me endlessly.
Minors tend to lack agency in their lives and are subject to adults, so it's one of the few ways for them to have authority. When adults are predisposed to it, it's less that someone is controlling their life and more that someone used to, and they don't know how to control it themselves, and they never grew out of that.
If she hadn't wanted me, she wouldn't have been mimicking being me, it truly is that simple. If the god was there, she wouldn't have stolen and misrepresented old jokes or copied design ideas, she wouldn't have needed to. She wouldn't have walked into the acme trap, she just wouldn't have. She wouldn't be up my ass all these years later while I tried to ignore her and them. And the person has enough braincells to understand what has happened, even if they don't WANT to.
Don't get me wrong, if I fucked my life up that bad, yeah. Like dead ass if chasing him away was something I could actually do, rather than him being chased into silence by others until my muse leaves me and my spirit is dead, which happened to me for some years until I left a horrible situation i was being used up in, like. I'd probably legit kill myself. Dead ass. And lbr mine's way more fun than her butt clenched inner self so like. I don't blame someone for wanting it but there's a certain point you should ask when you're performing and mimicking, and spiritual journal plagiarism is that line.
But when enabled by vile people with personal vindictive interests and investments for themselves, they'll just encourage the destructive behavior. They will literally make that person destroy themselves, and have been, for a few years, and it's leaving that person with like. The realization that their life is a lie, their friends are fake, their relationship is fake--or just flat denial, and that's where the denial and beep beep back the fuck up truck kicks in. And then cycles back to a bunch of screeching harpies crawling my mentions.
I'm not sure why that particular cult feels entitled to argue about or like strip me of my identity, it's outright psychotic behavior. Like no, ur not Aaron Eema the coyote, Hermes is. What the fuck.
I mean, sure, on a deep spiritual level about transmigration and metempsychosis? But that's not what they're doing. They got their game and play discs reversed and are all fucked the fuck up and trying to like, deny a real person is a real person so they can keep up beliefs and roleplays without acknowledging how fucking weird it is. It is, in fact, the definition of delusion. And it's turned into psychotic bulk harassment and stalking for literal YEARS, and they STILL can't grok how weird they're being.
Back when I was a regular in SPN fandom, someone made a room, "proof Aaron is a demigod". I chuckled and ignored it, they collected things i did and said and went LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT. I didn't really say much because I didn't want to enable it too far under the cult allegations, but like. Son you were close. The thing is we're all demigods basically, as per my opener with this. Man is god and whatnot, io pan io pan I am a man but I am also in fact a reincarnate hermes and pan, what about it? A bunch of you are I just have my shit together.
I've always been Aaron, and always been Coyote, and NEVER was understood by my former spouse that tried to steal my work without grokking. only the superficial romance feelgood elements were worthy to them, everything else was fodder. If it didn't feature them and their attention, if it did not ENTERTAIN them, it was useless. Hermetic axioms, who needs them, but this 2010 One Republic romance playlist, now that's some fuckin magic, or whatever.
It's just. SIGH. Grown woman literally behaving like child with trauma over her own decision that caused her own loss, more at 11.
"I'll never understand how you do what you do." "You have this magical superpower to glance at a group of people and have them organize into a group for a cause." These are truly elements of the soul, and identity, and self, that can not be mimicked, and it's because I'm here, with him, and always have been. People with other legacies trying to mimic mine will always fail, just like I'd fail trying to mimic theirs. I'm not sure why people are acting like this is complicated.
If I tried mounted horseback combat I'd get wasted. I own that. I'm not sure why people think they can lick my air jordans and pick up being a messenger of the collective unconscious while simultaneously trying to Nuh Uh that said unconscious exists, or they're connected to it, or that anyone could influence it.
Maybe that's part of what was getting fucked up. The group loves surrendering to shadows and exterior forces. To them, "gods" are a thing that are beyond them, and they can Do The Things, and we can't, and we just have to suck a lemon or something. But that's. Not that. Like if you play at being a witch you in theory know you can influence it yourself too.. But what's frying them, I think, is the idea, no, you don't get to disassociate your choices, identity and divinity is still from within, you come from long lineages of souls and memories. This is mine.
Because every time some shit happened like Three People Give A Topical Name To Events, it just whistled past them that it could be related. Or Kid At A Convention Names It. Like, the Collective part of Unconscious or Radial Manifestation Bomb of it just. 404 error could not grok. Kept braindeadedly pinning in "someone else named it" when they already saw up front how topical it was, but wanted to separate from it, but again was not grokking the Manipulation Of The Collective Unconscious part. But. But how could a HUMAN be responsible for that?
Because we're god(s). Duh.
No seriously stop trying to make it complicated just so you can choose not to understand it.
Or is it more the rage that someone you hate so much that you love them and are addicted to them achieved that, and you didn't, and are still eating my scraps off the floor.
Which is it kiddos.
These questions are, as ever, rhetorical. I do not actually want anything to do with these people, more me looking within for the answer and leaving the question on my blog to discover the answer later, as it goes. Like, this is a personal blog, I don't know why they keep coming here of their own free will to read things. I have been gone from Supernatural fandom for a while kids, there is literally just the Ghost of Aaron lurking in a server maintained for others. What are you even doing anymore. Like. What. Why. I know Crowley says stop looking for Reason, but god damn, what.
Come to the spot I basically think out loud into the internet so I can remember it and then complain about my autistic magical mess. Man, I cache dump between persona shifts sometimes man, I do it all day for work at work man, if I don't write down what I'm thinking it goes into the void and turns up somewhere else, it's truly that simple, lemme be. It's not my fault other people literally can't understand my internal life while they try to roleplay to replicate it. Which is quite ironic even in its own way on what even that has Become.
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Mike aka captainpoe is talking shit about me so let me get things straight.
He’s gonna do screenshots of what will makes him look like the victim, like he always does so you will have to believe me on my words (since I coun’t found our conversations by pm) but most people who know me or I've been following me for a long time know that I usually stay out of the drama. Big thanks to my friends for telling me what he was doing behind my back like the adult he is.
3 years ago Mike started following me, I was back then a small blog and I thought “wow a big blog is following me!”
He started to talk me and really fast told me to send him my edits by messages and I did! he also reblogged me on his mcu blog (and his sw blog too... I think).
I was really stressed with a big exam around July and I became obsess with EVERYTHING, I was a true pain in the ass to everyone. I’m not gonna lie. So yeah I also became obsess with my Tumblr notes, I did gifs to relax but it was not working very well back then. my behavior was childish and I apologized to him after!
(He accused me of wanting to be reblogged on his sideblogs, it’s true, but it’s natural to me to reblog everything that people send me or tag me in on my sideblogs, I sincerely don’t understand people problem with reblogging on sideblogs things ).
When he got harassed on here, more like called out (it was actually around the same time I was a dick) he asked me to take his defense and to reblog a post he made, he was basically whining about how he was the victim and never harassed anyone, he sent me messaged telling me that he was a married man in florida and never did anything against the once upon a time fandom, wasn’t homophobic and meh meh meh... Back then I believed him because he was the nice guy who was helping me getting notes in the MCU fandom. He used me, after talking to other members I realized that I wasn’t alone.
I WANT TO APOLOGIES TO THE POEPLE I DIDN’T BELIEVED BACK THEN. I KNOW WHO HE IS NOW.
He started being aggressive but nothing worriedly when TLJ came around, it was a real little thing but I wasn't shipping Rey x poe and I felt like it was problem for him that I wasn’t shipping them. I didn't thought too much about it but still, it left a bad taste in my mouth, I wasn’t talking a lot to him after that.
When I had problems and got hate on my blog he didn't do shit to help me.
I was still sending me my edits because... Notes. I can’t lie about that, like every creators here I want my edits to get notes.
I think we haven’t talked for a verrrry long time, I was sending my edits that’s it.
Last year he asked me to join my GOT blog, after all the reblog he did for me I thought It would be really bitchy to me to not add him as a member. But I also noted that it was funny how he joined both the B99 and the GOT fandom once he realized that it was very popular.
He did edits on the blog so no problem at all, until s8 ended. I’m like everybody, I hated that season but when someone join my sideblogs, especially my got one, I am very clear about the no hate rule (I had problems with that on this blog before). But he thought that since he was popular he could do what he wanted, I deleted the two first he reblogged, one of them was calling people to harass D&D and I hate what they did but as someone who has been victim of bullying at school and still suffer from that I was disgusted by what he posted but I haven’t told him anything since he’s really popular and I didn’t want to create any drama... I have a life so I finally forgot about it.
My laptop broke and gosh, I really understood who he was at that moment! I sent a messages to all the members of my sideblogs asking them to keep the blogs active while I can’t, normal stuff for an admin. I had my tablet with no photoshop... spidey got “fired” and like a lot of other people I thought about that scene in iw where Tony told him “you’re an avenger now”, lucky me I have already made that gifset before so I took my tablet and just reposted my own gifset, it took me so long because I had to convert it back to gif format because of Tumblr... Anyway, later he sent me a message accusing me of having copied him and I haven’t seen his gifset so told him exactly that. He then accused me of doing that ALL THE TIME with endgame and I told him “listen bro we’re both using the same 30 seconds YouTube clips that marvel gave us”, like 20 other people (they were not a lot of people because that channel was weirdly unknown), it’s true that I was doing them after him but it’s just because I have a life and cannot always do gif, I make them when I have time. He also basically told me that I must be rich for having replaced my laptop that fast, I haven’t, I was using my tablet but even if I did replace my laptop, mêle toi de ton cul ( I have no English expression coming to me ).
I really understood who he was then.
He totally stopped making edits for my got blog, because it stopped trending so it wasn’t interesting him anymore.
a few months past and I think the only thing he told me is that he was scared of clowns... Literally.
And then the BIG ONE, I know he was a douche but omg. Mike asked me to reblog ALL his posts on a sideblog I'm only a member of. He told me that the admin have blocked him because she was shipping reylo and well reylos hate him because he’s posting shit on them , they were a huge misunderstanding then (because i’m French and I may not have explained myself right) , I told him that I wouldn’t reblog him if the admin didn’t want to see his posts on the blog, he was blocked! and I was, at the same time, talking to another member of this blog who is a close friend of the admin and she agreed with me. he was very insisting and I told him that the admin was checking what we add to the queue and would certainly delete his posts, it was the big misunderstanding that could have hurt the admin of the blog, I just meant I know she checks what’s happening because she told me when I don’t tag a post with the right tags, it’s just what a good admin (unlike myself) does. I also told him that it was a new blog with “only” 14k followers, he must have something like 50K followers sooooo, and that his edits were getting 100K notes, more than anybody here. He became... I have no words to describe that. He told me that it was a dictatorship if I couldn’t reblog what I wanted, and that I should leave the blog, I stopped answering pretty fast after that.
In our last conversation I was vulgar. (it’s in the post he sent to my friends), he really need to get over it, I’m French and from Normandie : I am vulgar! wtf. It’s also the last thing he ever posted on my game of thrones blog. It was a Sunday either two days after after the last star wars movie came out or ten days ( I don’t remember if he waited a week or not) but he reblogged a text post from his blog sending hate toward the writers of both got and sw and spoiled the entire Star Wars movie on my game of thrones blog, which was “the drop of water that caused the vase to bleed” like annoy me all you want but when people goes on my got blog they don’t want to be spoiled, it was so rude and mean and that post had nothing to do there and it was at least the third time so I told him to “fucking stop” and since mr thinks he is the king he went all “you can’t talk to me like that” “I'm an adult” meh meh meh. I told him to never go in France ‘cause he wouldn't like us. And it was the last time we spoke.
Nothing to do directly with me but I would never do what he does to get notes, that man he’s ready to use any big events such as pride or women’s day to get notes. I do make edits for those events too but I'm actually a bisexual woman and not an heterosexual man and I really don’t think he’s doing those edits to show his support to those movements but just to get notes, this year he did the same thing with blm movement I thought it was disrespectful at best, he even made the famous “I we burn you burn with us” gifset from the movie and no, just stop dude.
Making that gifset of Naya before she was even found was awful, a lot of people are doing gifs to feel better about things but I don’t think it would have came to anybody else mind to have it ready in their draft. It actually make me think of myself because after they died I made a gifset of Carrie Fisher and Stan Lee and in my head it was a tribute but now that I think back about it I wouldn’t make gifset when people dies anymore, I said it once again but in my head it was a tribute to those wonderful people life and work. I did to feel people and myself a little better in those situations but it didn’t makes me feel better. I thought about it even more, especially for Carrie, because I couldn’t stop thinking about Billie and losing my mom is the worst thing that could happen to me. You can say that, at the end, Mike makes me realize something.
He has been calling out for his behavior but instead of facing it like an adult he just want to take people down instead of him, I'm one of them and I certainly won’t be the only one. it’s someone who doesn’t know how to face the consequences of his behavior and still think he’s untouchable, me and one of my friend said that he thought he was the king of Tumblr and I sincerely think that in his head he is.
Sorry for the grammar I'm French and it’s almost 4 am so I'm gonna check the grammar tomorrow.
#usersavana#usersameera#userchaitali#usergeo#userdiana#winterswake#userdaenerys#nessa007#userfleur#userteshia#usertom#userteri#tumblrusercassie#ericasinclairs#userariella#userlaiba#userelysia#userjoelle#usercody#tusersoph#usertoph#I don't want to lose the people I like here#or people to keep believing his lies
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Save Haven - 2
Safe Haven
A Maze Runner Fan Fiction
Pairing: Thomas / female OFC
Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'
Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful
Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only
Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures.
Beta by the lovely @hell1129-blog Danke, Schatz!
Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.
Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.
Previous parts: 1
2
TWO MONTHS BEFORE
Thomas rolled off the pretty blond all sweaty and panting heavily, feeling terribly empty inside. She was the fourth girl in three weeks and though the sex was okay he knew he wouldn't want to see her again. It seemed that those meaningless fucks couldn't really satisfy him anymore. Physically maybe, but not emotionally. The more girls he laid the more he got filled with a big black void expanding deep inside of him.
It hadn't been a long way from losing his virginity to Anne a few weeks after his arrival in Camp Safe Haven to becoming the womanizer he was now, only six months later.
His time with Anne had been quite nice. He hadn't been in love with her but she was sweet and experienced and she had wanted him badly. So he grabbed the opportunity to finally have sex at the age of 19, almost 20. After discovering that the boy, celebrated as a hero by everyone, was nothing but an ordinary teenager, average to a boring extent and often in a bad, brooding mood, Anne had ditched him after only three weeks.
But he hadn't been lonely ever since. Many of the girls in the camp almost threw themselves at him, he simply had to pick one for his next amorous adventure and he soon found out that casual sex was a great way for him to vent and to let go of all the bad memories and to handle the trauma he was suffering from. He knew his success with women wasn't based on his good looks or his captivating personality. Sure, he was a nice, handsome guy but so were many of the young men around. What the female part of Safe Haven's residents liked about him was his popularity and his status as a hero with the death cure running through his veins. He and his friends had won the big battle against WCKD. Brenda, Jorge, Frypan, Minho, Gally and him. Living legends. They had lost Newt and Teresa on the last part of their road to glory, which made them real legends - dead and gone- buried somewhere under the ruins of the last city. The loss still hurt so much it sometimes made him sick - literally.
And there was something else that attracted the girls. Besides his fame he had achieved a certain questionable reputation as a notorious player over the last months. If he was honest with himself...he was a man whore...easy to get and easy to get rid off again. But he didn't care. Not about his reputation, not about much in general.
He turned around to face the girl lying beside him, managing to smile at her. "That was great." He got up and started to put his clothes on.
"What are you doing, you don't have to go just yet." Blondie eyed him with a frown. "We can go for another round." She added slyly.
"No, sorry. I gotta go. Gotta get up early tomorrow." Thomas gave her an apologetic smile.
"It's only 8 o' clock"
"Yeah, well, what can I say. I need my beauty sleep." With a little shrug he turned around to leave her wooden hut. "Bye, Alicia." And with one last look over his shoulder and a forced smile on his lips he stepped out into the cool air. The night was wonderful, the sky full of stars, the temperatures mild and the wind coming from the ocean only a light breeze. He took a deep breath and started walking home to the little shack he shared with his best friend Minho.
Passing the big round hut in the centre of the camp he heard cheering and clapping hands, various voices all talking at once. He decided to find out what was happening and entered the camp's headquarter curiously.
"Thomas, come in. We have great news." Vince waved, beaming with joy, indicating at him to join him besides the RT unit. Thomas made his way through the group of people, greeting some of his friends. There was Jorge, one of the few older adults around. A tough, street-smart man and something like a foster father to Brenda. The pretty petite brunette was standing in the middle of the room, kissing Frypan, her boyfriend, who was a good friend of Thomas. The strong black guy with the babyface hugged Brenda tightly, obviously crazy in love with her. Gally rolled his eyes, nodding in their direction, running a hand through his short blond hair, a grin on his still boyish face that always exuded a mix of anger and grimness, even if he was in a good mood. He used to be Thomas' enemy but now he belonged to his circle of close friends without the shadow of a doubt.
"What's going on?" Thomas asked when he reached Vince. The tall man in his forties with the long blond hair was something between a father and a big brother to him.
"It's the twins. We've just received a radio message from the Horizon. They're coming back tomorrow morning with a big haul. Ended their 2-week quarantine today, the crew is fine, zero infections. They made it, they really made it." Vince hugged him happily. "This is going to be such an improvement, Tommy."
"Yeah, I guess so." Thomas replied, hoping Vince was right.
Well then...I'm finally going to meet the famous twins, he thought. Joe and Kasey Miller. Everyone in Safe Haven knew their story. They had lost their family to the flare and ten years ago, when they were about fifteen years old, they had decided to leave the mainland and to go to sea. They had been living on a houseboat with their parents and thus they knew how to sail a ship. They had managed to repair an old tub. They survived off shore for years, cruising the ocean, docking in several ports, collecting anything useful to survive for the long run and recruiting a little motley crew. That's how they'd met Vince.
In the end they had three ships: the Freedom, the Unity and the Horizon. The little fleet discovered the island that now was Safe Haven and the rest was history.
They'd already left when Thomas and the others had been brought to the camp. There were two ships on this mission.
One under the command of the twins, looking for medical equipment and everything that had to do with books and education. The plan was to build a little hospital and a school for the kids as well as a library.
The construction team, led by Gally, had been working on the buildings almost 24/7 in two shifts over the last months. The hospital and the school had been finished two weeks ago, the library was almost done too. Thomas was part of this team, doing some minor work, like chopping down trees or carrying stones and other materials around. The job was alright, he liked working with his hands and the physically hard work exhausted him so much he couldn't wreck his brain over everything that had happened to him since he had been sent to the glade.
The second ship was under the command of a guy called Parker Higgins, who was a close friend of Vince and the twins. His team was sent out to find technical equipment, all kinds of machines and devices that could be of use to improve the camp's technical standards. Everybody was waiting for their return eagerly. "What about the second ship?" Thomas wanted to know. "No sign of the Freedom and her crew." Vince shook his head with a sad sigh. "But I'm sure they'll be back soon." "Of course." Thomas gave him a reassuring smile.
"I've already told the others. The twins are going to be here tomorrow around nine." Vince said, changing the subject. "I want you and the others at the beach to welcome them, okay? Please, tell Minho and be there in time."
"Sure." Thomas nodded, unsure how to feel about their return.
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I hope you liked part 2 - I would love to hear your opion!
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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴
Riqui: Can we give it up for our ladies though!! 🔵🔴
Carlitos: AMAZING!
Riqui: Goals TBFH
Carlitos: Isn't the Women's Clasico vs Atleti though??
Riqui: You'd think..
Carlitos: So 2 Clasicos?
Riqui: A Real and Fake Clasico it is.
Riqui: Either way.. Our ladies👑💪🏼🔵🔴
Ansu: Damn Right!
3 OCTOBER 2020
Ansu: Um so what happened to you telling us what Sergi told you? @Carlitos 🤨🤨
Carlitos: What Sergi told me about what?
Ansu: You know..
Carlitos: I wouldn't be asking if I did, now would I?
Ansu: BRO ABOUT THE THING!
Carlitos: WHAT THING!?
Ansu: 😒
Riqui: Stop messing with him nanu
Carlitos: But it's fun
Riqui: Regardless
Carlitos: 😑 fine
Carlitos: So about what Sergi told me..
Francisco: 👀
Pedri: 👂🏼👂🏼
Ansu: Go on
Sergiño: What is this about again?
Riqui: We want to know how things are with the old people's gc
Sergiño: Why do we want that exactly?
Riqui: Leo is in it.
Sergiño: Gotcha. Carry on @Carlitos
Riqui: 😏
Carlitos: So as I was saying last time, I kinda played it dumb.
Carlitos: NOT A DAMN WORD RICARD.
Riqui: I didn't even breathe
Carlitos: I felt a thought formulating in your head.
Riqui: So you finally know how it feels.
Carlitos: 😒😒
Riqui: Sorry.. but you kinda stepped into that one by yourself.
Frenkie: You kinda did dude.
Carlitos: Even you!!
Frenkie: Calling it how I see it.
Riqui: Carry on Carles.
Carlitos: So serious.. wow.. Okay as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.
Dembz: You interruped yourself fréro Carlitos: DO YOU WANT TO KNOW OR WHAT BECAUSE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO!
JC: Chill bro.. carry on we are all eyes.
Iñaki: We are all eyes?
JC: We are reading..
Iñaki: True. Okay Carles carry on.
Carlitos: Thanks.. Much appreciated.
Carlitos: AS I WAS SAYING... I started asking random questions, then we talked about you guys😬 and about Luis and Ivan leaving which lead to him kinda slipping up and telling me that things are a bit different clearly, the "bullying" shifted from Luis and Masche to Jordi and Masche.
Riqui: So they did leave..
Carlitos: Yeah.
Ansu: But if like you said Masche is there why didn't they stay?
Carlitos: how would I know...
Pedri: Why didn't you ask him?
Carlitos: I didn't think about that.
Riqui: See.. I don't speak for nothing.
Carlitos: 🖕🏻
Riqui: How thoughtful of you!
JC: What else did he tell you??
Francisco: How is Leo feeling?
Carlitos: I don't know. We didn't talk about Leo
Dembz: And how are you going to get into that thing? Who even is the one in charge of it?!
Carlitos: Geri.
Sergiño: Is Dani in that group??
Carlitos: I think so? Logically he should be.
Frenkie: He wasn't when I was added there 2 years ago.
Sergiño: WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me.
Frenkie: Nope. But that was 2 years ago.
Sergiño: Outrageous!
Pedri: So what's the plan? @Carlitos
Carlitos: I don't have a 2nd part yet.
Iñaki: Just ask Geri. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
Francisco: But what would be his reason.
Riqui: The fact that he has been here ever since he had all his baby teeth?!
Dembz: So why don't you join them too..
Riqui: No thanks I'm good..
JC: Scared?
Riqui: Of whom?!
JC: Geri.
Riqui: He is not scary. Why would I be scared of Geri.
Dembz: 🤷🏿♂️
Riqui: I am not scared of Gerard.
Dembz: Aha.. Exactly what a scared person would say.
Riqui: Just drop it.
4 OCTOBER 2020
Sergiño: I am definitely in a dream.
Sergiño: This actually happened
Frenkie: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻
JC: Congrats on the debut bro!
Dembz:💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿
Ronald: I am so bummed we could have won this damn match
Riqui: 🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️
Dembz: 🙄🙄
Frenkie: So many decisions that could have been made differently..
Riqui: 🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️
Carlitos: I mean.. you'd think by now the clue would have been gotten..
Pedri: Congrats @Sergiño!!!
Pedri: and I agree Frenks
Iñaki: That uncalled penalty towards the end...
Iñaki: The last minutes were the best attacking minutes during that entire thing. And it is all due to you guys.
JC: I was screaming the entire time.
Ronald: And now Jordi is hurt..
Riqui: 🤷🏼♂️
5 OCTOBER 2020
JC: It has been a blast getting to know you guys. I loved every minute of me being here. Good and bad.
Ansu: You are not going forever my guy.
JC: Who the frick knows man
Ansu: Frick?!
JC: keeping it PG for the U-18
Ansu: 😒😒😒😒
JC: 😂😂😂🤣
JC: Gonna miss this in particular. I cannot believe the next time I see you you'll be an adult.. 😭They grow up so fast😭
Riqui: You know you are not leaving this thing right?
Riqui: We already agreed that no matter where we end up, no one leaves this.
Dembz: Oui fréro.. You will still be able to see the kid grow up.
Ansu: Get off my back! @Pedri is literally here and he is even younger!
Pedri: Woah woah.. WOaH do not drag me into this dude!
JC: Nah dw bro, it's more fun with him🤣
6 OCTOBER 2020
Francisco: Congrats @Ronald and @Riqui!!!!!
Ansu: AND MY MANIFESTATION IS COMPLETE!!!
Ansu: Well almost complete..
Ansu: Wtf is up with your stipulation dude @Iñaki
Frenkie: The 25 is right there!
Sergiño: Congrats Riqui and Ronald!
Iñaki: 🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️ I have no idea man.. I guess I'm gonna be Riqui 2.0 this season.
Riqui: 🤦🏼♂️🤦🏼♂️🤦🏼♂️🤦🏼♂️
Ronald: "Francisco: Congrats @Ronald and @Riqui!!!!!" 💙❤💙❤
Ansu: RONALD!!! Your mission is to get more dirt from Luis!
Ronald: Yes I know
Dembz: So has anyone been keeping track of the votes?
Riqui: How is that even a question! I almost want to go count them myself.. since I have nothing else to do apparently😒😒
Frenkie: It'll change. I know it.
JC: It will.. yes
Pedri: It's unfair though..
Frenkie: It has to.
Carlitos: I'll go count them with you
Iñaki: Me too
Dembz: Same I guess...
Riqui: and to think I will get more time with the ball with the NT...🤦🏼♂️
Carlitos: At least you'll get it
Dembz: Here Here 🍺
Riqui: We'll see how long it lasts
7 OCTOBER 2020
Carlitos: THE MOTION PASSED!!!
Riqui: 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Riqui: 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼
Riqui: FUCK YES
Dembz: Oleee
Frenkie: Now what?
Riqui: Now we wait for the ass to make his move.
Dembz: And those are?
Riqui: Resigning
Dembz: And?
Carlitos: Resigning..
Dembz: I got that.. what else
Riqui: Well.. if he doesn't, if he insists on being an ass, a referendum will take place. He is screwed either way
Dembz: Good
Carlitos: He better, for once in his life, do the right thing.
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The next day, they show up to court on time, as expected. There's a large gaggle of reporters in the room and an even larger group of witnesses. Most are for Carly, of course, but a few are probably for Cyrus. After all, you don't make it this long in the business without having any friends who will back you in court.
Court starts fairly quickly, opening statements passing dully before the first witness, Elizabeth, is called to the stand. "Mrs. Baldwin, you were the nurse to treat Mrs. Corinthos right after her rape and kidnapping, correct?" Diane asks.
"That is correct, yes."
"Now, can you describe to me what you saw when she was brought in, in terms of injuries and just how she looked?"
"She was beaten up pretty bad; you can still see some of her bruises. Jason was carrying her in, but she was still snarking with me, so I could tell she was distracting herself. She seemed like she was processing what happened to her still. Now, I don't know much about how she acts in most situations in general, but I could tell something had happened and it wasn't good from her body language and from the way she seemed a lot more... Fragile."
Carly scoffs from her seat in the courtroom, "Fragile?"
"She's testifying for you, Carly. Play nice." Robert whispers.
"This is nice," she shoots back before redirecting her attention to the testimony.
"Now, you and Carly don't get along very well, do you?" Diane questions.
"Understatement."
"Then why did you volunteer to testify?"
"Because this is something that's bigger than the fact that we can't get along. This is a traumatic experience for her no one deserves to go through. So I put aside my own personal feelings for her and volunteered to testify." Elizabeth answers, smiling at the blonde, who actually manages a real smile back. A minor victory, but he's counting it as one.
"I retire this witness," Diane says before sitting down at her chair again.
"Now, Mrs. Baldwin, you discussed your dislike of Mrs. Corinthos a minute ago, did you not?" Cyrus's lawyer, who's name is Addison Helstrom, questions her.
"We don't get along, yes."
"But you have a child with her best friend, correct?"
"That is correct; Jason and I have a little boy named Jake."
"And did you and Mr. Morgan ever engage in a romantic relationship?"
"Objection, relevance. Asking witness about her relationships has nothing to do with this trial, on any count." Robert objects.
"I'm merely trying to establish a relationship with Mrs. Corinthos here."
"Overruled. You may answer."
"Yes, we were in a relationship at one point." Elizabeth answers uncomfortably.
"Did this contribute to your dislike of Mrs. Corinthos?"
"Objection, relevance. We're not having their feelings on trial here, we're having the charges against Mr. Renault. As far as I can tell, questioning Mrs. Baldwin about her social life isn't affecting that." Diane objects.
"Trying to establish a relationship between them."
"Overruled. You may proceed."
"My relationship with him didn't affect my feelings about Carly, if that's what you're asking. I'd already had the dislike for years by that point."
"Now, do you believe that someone could hate her enough to kidnap her?"
"It's happened plenty of times before."
"A yes or no will suffice," Addison says sharply.
"Yes, I do believe people could hate her enough to kidnap her. It's happened before."
"Do you believe that Mr. Renault could kidnap someone?"
"There's not much he could do that I wouldn't believe. Kidnapping Carly and raping her, that doesn't strike me as something he wouldn't do, along with the rest of the charges against him."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, he's done or arranged a lot of things in this town since he's been here. Even if he's made it so that you can't trace it back to him, we all know that it's his fault that overdoses have gone up, along with a whole other slew of crimes he's had other people commit."
"So, speculation in town has helped this? Mrs. Baldwin, you're a town gossip. Are you sure that you should be talking here?"
"Objection, harassing the witness."
"Sustained."
"I retire this witness," Addison says before sitting down again as Michael's called to the stand.
Flashback
"Carly, enough! Yes, alright, I'm Jake's father. Happy?"
"No. You lied to me, for over a year, about being his father! Me! I'm your best friend! And you lied to me because why, because Liz told you to?"
"Stop badmouthing her!"
"No! Jason, you're not telling me things because of her! You're keeping secrets, you're acting like she's the most important thing in your life. You've let her manipulate you into thinking you don't deserve to be Jake's father! I remember how you were with Michael when he was a baby and he turned out great," Carly shouts at him, hurt and betrayed.
"Jake's not safe with me as his father," he defends his decision to her angry laughter.
"Really? That's your defense? He isn't safe? Jason, you'd give your life in a second for any of the people you care about so don't give me that bullshit. Lizzie really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she? I mean, god, what does she mean to you?"
"She's the mother of my child."
"I found out from Sam that you're Jake's father, Jason! Sam! Who else knows about this? Who else did you trust with this more than me? Who else did you decide got to know that you became a father while I sat there, thinking that kid was my cousin's? Please, tell me who means more to you than me. Give me a list." She shouts, tears streaming angrily down her face and making this conversation a lot harder.
"It's not like that-"
"The hell it isn't! You became a father and I had to find it out from Sam, of all people. Sam, who hates me. So who else matters more than me, who else deserved to know this more than me? Sonny?"
"Fine, you want to know who else knows about this? Lucky and Sonny. That's it. They're the only people we told," Jason shouts back. "So yes, your cousin knows that he's not Jake's father."
"Is this a bad time?" Elizabeth asks, walking in. "I can go."
"No, please, stay, Elizabeth! Clearly, you're worth keeping one of the most important things to happen in his life from me, so I'll go and leave you two to it. Maybe you can make another kid and hide that from me for a year!" Carly says. "I'll go. Clearly I'm not wanted."
"Excuse me?" Elizabeth asks, confused. "What the hell is she talking about?"
"She knows about Jake."
"Oh."
"Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself? You managed to trick him into thinking he shouldn't be a father to his son! Because, you love him, but you hate his dirty life, right? This is the way for you to keep your claws in him and distance the life you think is too low for you to deal with. God, Elizabeth, this is working out so fucking perfectly for you! You get to keep Lucky and you get to keep your claws in Jason at the same time. Congratulations!" Carly says sarcastically.
"Look, the adults who matter in his life have already decided this is for the best." Elizabeth counters. "And you're right, I do love Jason."
"Not enough to be with him! Not enough to let him be a father to his child! Not enough to even think of ruining your perfect little saint act by admitting to yourself that the reason you hate him is the thing that sustains him. So don't you dare start fucking preaching to me."
"Carly, stop!" Jason says, standing between the two fighting women. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you!"
"You know what? I'm not even mad at you, Elizabeth. I'm beyond angry you managed to get him to agree to not take fathership of his own child, but you're not the one who hurt me here. You did, Jason. How do you become a father and hide that from me? The biggest thing to ever happen to your happens and you didn't tell me but you told Sonny. You told Sam. You decided that Sonny, Sam, and Elizabeth are the most important people in your life. I'm no longer on that list. When did that happen?" Carly asks, half sobbing by this point.
"What are you talking about? You're my best friend. Of course you're one of the most important people in my life," Jason asks, confused.
She laughs, but it's absent of any humor and full of hurt. "I'm your best friend but you hide this from me. You hid this from me. The single most important thing to ever happen in your life happens and I'm not on the list of people who get to know. No, but Sonny is! Sam is!"
"Sam knows because Jake's why we broke up. And Sonny knows because I needed to talk about it with someone."
"And that someone couldn't be me?" Carly asks, voice breaking. "You had to talk to someone and the person you talked to couldn't be me, your supposed best friend. No, you talked to my ex husband about this. When did I lose my place in your life, and when did he fill it? Or, did Elizabeth," the name comes out venomous, he's half sure she's going to kill someone with it, "take it? Please, tell me when I lost my best friend to fucking Elizabeth Webber."
"You didn't lose me."
"Like hell I didn't! You hid this from me!"
"Because it's what's best for my son!"
"Is it? Or is it what's best for Elizabeth? You agreeing to pretend not to be Jake's father means that she gets to keep her perfect reputation and you, what, you just pretend you don't have a son for the rest of your life?" When he doesn't respond, she laughs again, still full of hurt and absent of humor. "Just tell me this, were you ever going to tell me about it?"
"I don't know." He admits slowly, watching as she practically dissolves into hysterics.
"You don't know? You were going to keep this a secret for the rest of your life? You would go to the grave without telling me about this, about your son?" Carly asks, sobbing by now. "How would you feel if I did that to you?"
"I'd be pissed," he agrees.
"Then why the hell did you do it? Why did you hurt me?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Well, you should've thought of that before you hid from me that you're a father," she responds sharply, wiping her tears and collecting herself. "You know what, I'm going to leave."
"Carly, you don't have to go," Jason offers.
"Yeah, yeah I do. I've got to go somewhere that doesn't remind me of the fact my best friend just betrayed me." Carly says before walking to the door. "I guess I should've known better than to go anywhere near this mess. Then again, I always thought you were the only person who'd never lied to me."
With that, she walks out the door. And, as far as he knew, out of his life forever.
"Well, for once, I agree with her," Elizabeth sighs, smiling. "She shouldn't have stuck her nose where it doesn't belong."
"Stop, Elizabeth."
"What? I'm not lying, she had no business inserting herself into this-"
"I've got to go find her."
"Why? Because she's mad? Carly's a big girl, Jason, she can deal with being mad every now and then. She needs to understand that we made the right decision for our son."
"Because she's my best friend and I'm pretty sure she's as close to hating me as she's ever been. I need to fix this."
End of flashback
"Thank you," Carly thanks Elizabeth.
"I just told the truth." Elizabeth smiles before leaving the courtroom for work.
"I never thought I'd say this, and this doesn't make me a fan of hers by any means, but she definitely helped our case. I don't know if I'd be able to do it if I were her." Carly whispers to Jason, who just smiles to himself in response. "I'm still not buying her whole saint act though."
"Mr. Corinthos, you've had your fair share of spats with Mr. Renault over the past couple of years, correct?"
"That's one way to put it, yes."
"Can you explain that answer?"
"He's presented a serious threat to my family since he stepped foot in Port Charles, so we've been in several arguments. The biggest came when my wife, Willow, who was pregnant at the time, somehow got kidnapped and was found, tied up, in one of his warehouses. Mr. Renault's doing what he did to my mother a few nights ago hurt my entire family." Michael explains calmly. He's a good testifier, very calm and assured while also not being too cocky. Probably comes from all of the testifying he's done.
"You believe he would kidnap your mother, correct?"
"Yes. My mother's been one of his chief enemies, second only to my father and Jason Morgan."
"Now, do you think he has an obsession with your mother?"
"I try to spend as little time as possible with him, but yes, I believe he's probably got an obsession with my mother. After all, he had one with Willow before he kidnapped her."
"Have you ever seen Mr. Renault harassing your mother? Loitering at areas she's at, things like that."
"Yes, numerous times. My mother can handle herself, so I don't step in, but yes, he does harass her regularly."
"I retire this witness."
"Mr. Corinthos, you're close with Mr. Morgan, correct?"
"Yes, Jason's like a second father to me."
"And you love your mother, correct?"
"Of course I do."
"Do you believe that they would concoct a story of a kidnapping and rape in an effort to hurt him?"
"No. Never in their lives would either of them lie about a kidnapping or rape. Especially not when there's evidence both took place."
"So you believe they're good people?"
"Objection, relevance."
"Sustained."
"I retire this witness."
Flashback
"I come with the boys."
"I think the proper greeting is hello."
"Whatever. Come on, you are going with us to the park. It'll be fun."
"Carly, I have-"
"Work and, lucky for you, it can wait. You know what can't? The park. It's beautiful outside and you are going to go play with my boys outside to take your mind off of everything." Carly insists. "Come on, let's not keep them waiting. They're rowdy enough as it is."
"You can't just storm in here and-"
"Too late, I have. Come on, Jason, it's gorgeous outside and the boys really want to see you."
"Fine," he sighs, giving in.
"I knew you'd cave."
In lieu of a response, he rolls his eyes and they leave the office to the presence of two very loud boys. "Jason!" They yell excitedly, running over to him.
"You see, I don't get a greeting like this every time they see me. I think they like you better." Carly jokes.
"Didn't you say something about the park, Carly?"
"Just change the subject, it's fine," she sighs. "Alright boys, to the park we go!"
The boys chatter excitedly the whole way there, talking about everything from their latest school projects to the video game they just got to pretty much anything having to do with them. That's one trait they got from their mother.
When they finally arrive at the park, the boys run over to the jungle gym excitedly, leaving them to themselves. "Things any better on the Sonny front?"
"Nope. He's still with Emily."
"Well, you do know you're doing the right thing, right? Fighting him on it, even if he doesn't see it now. Emily is going to get hurt and you, better than anyone, know that."
A few minutes pass and Michael walks up to them. "Jason, how come I look more like you than my dad?" He asks. "And how come I haven't always been a Corinthos?"
Jason and Carly exchange a glance before sitting down and gesturing for him to sit in between them. "It's a long story, bud. You sure you want to listen to it?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. Well, you know how Sonny's your dad, legally and emotionally and stuff? Well, biologically, your dad is actually my brother, AJ Quartermaine. For the first year or so of your life, you lived with me and your mom."
"So I'm a Quartermaine?" He asks, confused. "Like Emily?"
"By blood. And legally, for a few months." Carly answers. "Michael, when you were born, AJ couldn't be a good father to you. He threatened to take you from me. So I had Jason take care of you. I practically begged for him to say he was your father because Tony Jones, a doctor who I'd also been involved with, wanted you too. I knew if I didn't have someone on my side, preferably him, I'd lose you."
"And he agreed to help you out and say I was his. So wait, I was a Morgan?"
"For a while, yeah. AJ, though, he found out you weren't mine, you were his, and he was going to sue Carly for full custody of you. So she married him to save herself and he changed your name to Quartermaine."
"So I went from a Morgan to a Quartermaine to a Corinthos?"
"Yeah. Your dad and I, we got together and I got pregnant."
"With Morgan?"
"No, that, uh, that baby didn't make it. I miscarried him. But your dad and I stayed with each other and we got married to keep him out of jail. Eventually, though, we really fell in love so we renewed our vows and he adopted you. So that's how you became a Corinthos."
"That's complicated."
"Yeah, yeah it is."
"So wait," he asks, turning to Jason, "you were my dad for a year?"
"Yes I was."
"Cool. So is that why I look like you?"
"Well no, you look like me because I guess AJ and I look alike."
"Not really."
"Well, then it must be that the combination of your mom and him made you look like me, Michael."
"I guess," he says, shrugging your shoulders. "Are you sure you're not my dad biologically?"
"Yes, we are."
"Alright. Well, I'm going to go swing."
End of flashback
To be continued when I wake up or something idfk
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What's your opinion on Jimin and V? They both infuriate me because of the way they handled things in the routes. I think Jimin gets a little bit better at the end of his route, but V doesn't seem too. He doesn't tell Saeyoung about his brother, just shows up one day Saeran in tow and is just like 'I'm back'. Even if Saeran didn't want to go back yet, he could at least told Saeyoung what was going on.
tbh most of my opinions on every mm character is that you just have to completely disregard how Normal ppl would act given that the plots of mm are so wild and unbelievable. on the other had though i get why people have qualms w certain characters for how they handle the plot. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ eso si que es
But. as far as jumins route goes i think they just fucking did him dirty w it. with the second bad end/chats leading to it especially. I know it sounds weird to say given that it's his route but those few days are so fucking OOC for jumin. i mean I'll find my own ways to rationalize it bc it Can be rationalized if you care to, but not everyone will. because its fucking weird. not even the end itself but jumin leading up to it.
that being said i LIKE jumin and i like his route save for that. jumins hidden or has Had to hide his emotions and opinions his whole life. his father frequently brings new women in and out of his life, one of the only two people hes ever been able to trust has just committed suicide and he feels like he doesnt even Know either of them anymore, and then MC comes along getting him to open up making him Trust them again and hes worried something similar is going to happen. yeah yeah cat ran away whatever but to ignore what its ACTUALLY about is impossible. rika was one one of the only people and the only Woman he really trusted wholeheartedly as an equal and shes dead the cat she gave him is missing and being overprotective of MC is his one way of gaining control again. if I couldn't rationalize that though it absolutely would have skeeved me out from the get-go, though. so im not surprised Or affronted by the fact that ppl find it irredeemable ig.
now V. V is an even weirder story. he clings to rika from the moment they first met because dont ask me why. i dont know why. is she supposed to remind him of his mother? weird. is he genuinely just that nice of a person? probably. and rika is fucked. rika is traumatized and has been since young childhood. she suffers from what someone who doesnt experience delusions thinks delusions are or how they feel. whatever. and V loves her So Much that if she wont GET help he wont force her so hes going to do whatever He can to help her. until it goes really fucking wrong.
and let's all just be honest and say everything about seven and saeran and especially their backstory doesnt make sense. it ABSOLUTELY hinges on suspension of disbelief. but there are some aspects that do make sense. the stronger older brother in an abusive household is trying to keep himself And his sickly younger brother safe and sane. stumbles across v and rika and we already know mm doesnt Quite take place in our world as we know it and i know fuck all about typical korean life and families so I couldnt tell you why they didnt report their home life to the authorities from the get go. also this whole thing doesnt fucking make sense bc seven and saeran look like MAYBE 10 at this point and V is only 5 years older than them max but him and rika have obviously been together for a while and are Adults here. doesnt track. timeline dont make sense. angway.
but the way I see it is rika had Already started to plot mint eye yadda yadda here and knew that if the boys were separated she could control seven publicly as the stronger twin in a way that makes it seem like they're helping and protecting them both, they just have to be separated. seven can roll w the loneliness and grief of having to leave his brother behind as long as it means hes safe. and w saeran, she can use that same grief and loneliness to manipulate him a different way. behind the scenes. create her perfect believer who will do Anything she says because she saved him, why shouldnt she save everyone else? and j think by the time V realized just how bad rikas mental state was it was too late to Fix it. but he loved her he loved the RFA and the RFA loved rika. he didnt want to taint or tarnish her image w the reality of who she is what shes been doing etc.
after that it's a series of unfortunate events and fucking stupid decisions v thinks hes making for the good and sanity of everyone else. hes given himself a "I'm not a hero i just Have to bear all this by myself forever and fix it alone with no help and save Everyone in the end" complex that sure is with great intentions but leads down a rabbit hole of hurt and fuckery that he cant fix. ever. and I think he was worried about telling seven about saeran because if he had he KNOWS seven would have gone after him alone. and he would have been hurt or killed or worse. he would have been. and V was still trying to save whoever he could. save rika and Hope he could save saeran? save saeran and Hope he could save rika? who knows. I dont. I think V had the BEST intentions. i do. i think he was just a bit of a Rudely untrusting dumbass carrying them out.
but that's what mm is. MC is the character that is meant to push the characters into healing from their fatal flaw. yoosung is slipping from success because up to that point hes hinged his entire future on his older cousin. zen. i dont remember. has to find a happy balance between shooting for the stars but not hiding himself or who he is while doing it? something gay like that. jaehee pushes herself too hard to be successful. to not be a burden. to be financially and socially stable and safe above her own happiness. jumin is cold and untrusting and hides himself because the last time he wasnt/didnt, he got Hurt. seven is the same gay shit as jumin and zen with the added bonus of needing to learn that mc can make their own decisions wrt danger. v needs to stop carrying the world on his shoulders. saeran . . . needs to heal. learn that his life is not intrinsically tied to the lives of others and he can still love people but be his Own person, whole and healed. whether or not you the individual player believe that by the end of the route theyve gotten their first real step in the right direction is up to you.
anyway stream room 206 ep by elah hale on spotify.
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No Place Like Home💜
Dedicated to @marvelpotterlove 💜 Thank you for commissioning me and trusting me with your fic. This was a five part series, but I extended it. Basically broke the final chapter in half. Reader is a single real estate agent in Cali. There will be fluff and mild drama. Word Count: 2,338
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Part Five: Boiling Point
"Girl. I don't understand how you're related to those haters, but you'd better get out before they drag you down. They ugly, petty, got bad weave, and they evil, child! I'll be damned if I see you come back with a fucked up closure or damaged leave out all because them city bumpkins can't take!" Ang is right, the fam is toxic and annoying, and they keep trying you but as much as you complain you can't just make yourself drop them.. they're your family.
"They are complete messes, yes, but they're still blood, Ang. Unfortunately, it's thicker than water."
"That's not how the full phrase goes, it's a dangerous misinterpretation," Erik interjects. He's been lying on the bottom bunk with you, chillin. "The actual phrase is 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.' You're more tightly bound to the family you choose than the family you're assigned at birth. So in essence... Cut them bitches off and level up."
"Is that restaurant boy?! I wanna see him, I haven't laid eyes on him yet. Let me facetime. Can he hear me?"
"No, he c-"
"Yes, I can hear you," he cuts in again and you have to wonder now what else he's heard. Probably a lot more than you care to think about or unpack. She FaceTimes and you angle the phone at Erik. He salutes with two fingers and her voice goes up what sounds like ten octaves.
"Ok! You are cuuuuteee!" Her grin is so wide showing all her perfect teeth. His answering smile is lazy and sweet, his lids floating shut with long lashes on display.
"Cute? Sis, I'm a grown ass man."
"You right, Sir. You fine as hell. Damn. Y/N? Damn. I know you better, hmmm.. Girl!"
"She did," Erik blurts causing your heart rate to spike. You smack him in the arm to shut him up. The screen angle changes and you're suddenly staring at the seat cushion of Ang's car. Her grinning face eventually comes back into view.
"BITCH! Are you two a thing now, or? Because this needs to happen. Here I am expecting you to look depressed and you're there thriving. Look at you all boo'd up."
"We're not a thing. He was just helping me.. de-stress."
"Righhht... His dick just happened to slip inside of you for therapeutic purposes," Ang's angular brow rose in faux judgement.
"Aight but tell her about the bachelorette party," Erik interjected. Your deep sigh gave away the nature of the story.
"What they do," Ang demanded to know, protective as ever.
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Screams mingled with a loud masculine voice in the living room, "Get down! All of you! On the floor!" Instantly you and cousin Shaquel dropped to the floor behind the counter, silent and out of sight, listening. Your heart heaved in your chest. "Looks like you women were having a party," a second man's voice yells. "All you need is the.. Strippers!" In unison they yelled and the women's fear turned into loud hoops and aggressive cheers.
"Damn.. I dropped my cheesestick," Shaquel groaned kissing her teeth. You were just glad they were strippers and not robbers. Heading into the living room, you found a space in the audience and sipped on your third canned soda of the night. Jamila's future in-laws were long gone. Mom and Aunt Iris were gone. That one was probably for the best. Looking at the strippers, only one was cute. The cute one was chocolate with small dark eyes are bow shaped lips. He was cut but still thick and a bit stocky. The way he danced, he was working hard for his coin. The other guy couldn't really dance so much as grind and thrust, but the cute one was putting on a show. 'When We' by Tank came on and he killed that dance like he was auditioning for the next Step Up movie. You took a few dollars from your pocket to throw out of respect. That man was working.
"I know you ain't thirsting over a stripper when you got that delectable piece of ass you don't near deserve. I'll never understand that one," Jamira said cutting her eyes. Why she was staring at you, you didn't know. It was actually hilarious because here she was engaged and still flirting with your man in front of you. You were tempted to tell her about herself.
"Jamira, I've been real patient with you.. Don't try me right now."
"Or what? My nigga you mad 'cause I'm right. That nigga too cute for yo ugl'ass. Die mad."
"Jamira? Turn around and enjoy your strippers," you cautioned, "I'm over here minding my business."
"If you wanted to watch the stripper, you'd watch the stripper, but you running ya mouth. Obviously you got some shit to say!" The party was shifting, the animosity growing. Jamira was drunk and starting to really speak her mind. A bridesmaid came to her side, rubbing her arm to calm her but she snatched away, clapping to emphasize her words. "Nah, this fatass bitch always wanna sit back and judge some shit like she somebody important and she ain't, but she think cuz she got a little money or whatever she better than us."
Whoah, never had you uttered those words and if you ever thought ill of them, it all stemmed from the way they treated you. You'd never dare to treat anyone the way these folks treated you and they called themselves your family? The disrespect was real. "I don't know what gave you that impression, but I never disrespected any of you guys. That's something unique to you, mom, and Aunt Iris." Jamira couldn't hear nor was she listening, she just kept yelling and it was obvious she was trying to find a way to hurt you with her words. It was what the family did best, lash out.
"She just a stuck-up, nappy-ass nobody trying to be special in Cali and I hope that pretty ass nigga runs right over through her ass because she ain't shit and ain't gone be shit.. and that's what the fuck I got to say." She collapsed into the sofa and commanded the attention to return to the strippers with an aggressive hand gesture. Immediately, the onlookers refocused on the dancers unwilling to piss off the bride-to-be.
Part of you said drop it and let her have it, but the part of you that had grown stronger and stronger since arriving back in New York told you to stand firm. You'd let Jamira, your mom, and your aunt 'have it' way too many times over the years and honestly you were beyond fed up.
"If I'm stuck up, Jamira, I deserve to be. I work for everything I got and I do it well. This nappy ass hair? It's healthy, it's thick, it's strong, and it's long." You flipped your pressed inches. "..Just like my man's dick and no matter how many times you come onto him like a cheap prom date from Hell, you will never get it."
"That's what you think? Heh. Watch me. I'll be sitting on his face before you leave town," Jamira replied boldly. No one in the room knew what to do, but watch the spat. The strippers stopped moving, unsure of whether to continue.
"No. You watch yourself because the next time you say or do something trifling to me I'll really embarrass you," you pointed willing to take it there.
"Bitch, you can't do a damn thing," Jamira snapped jumping up. She stood inches away looking as if she was ready to swing and she was inching closer like she was about to.
"If you want to get married with a black eye, touch me. I beat your ass in high school I can do it again--"
"NO! ..No. We not doing this. Jamira, sit down! Y/N? Just leave, okay? Nothing against you, but leave," Shaquel waved toward the door and without a glance backward, you exited stage left. You were still heated. Once outside, you had to call an uber. All this ubering made you wish you never came back to New York in the first place. It was pricey. After standing outside for fifteen minutes, a car finally came to take you back to the house.
"Why you back here, ain't you supposed to be at the bachelor party," India said letting you in. Obviously, you'd interrupted her slumber. She yawned loudly. Erik must've been upstairs in the room. "I got sleepy and decided to turn in early," you lied. "Bullshit. I heard you was out causing problems," she sighed accusingly. Instead of responding, you headed for the stairs.
"Don't walk away from me in my house, get your ass back here and answer me," India croaked. "Why you out here causing problems with my daughter like you ain't got no damn sense?"
"Did you know your daughter tried to sleep with my boyfriend?" He may have been a fake boyfriend, but she didn't know that!
"Hmph," India scoffed with a slight smirk, "That's what ya ass get for parading him. If ya'll so tight, why you worried?"
"You know what mom? I let a lot of things go and I shut my mouth and maybe that's why y'all think I'm some doormat, but I'm done holding my tongue.."
"Child please, save the dramatics for Cali. We're all adults in this house. If you bold enough to say something, say it!"
"I'm not doing this tonight," you sighed knowing a whole guilt trip was coming. "I'm going to bed."
"You going to bed.. hmph. I carried you for nine months and then I carried you and your sister until you were eighteen, but you going to bed. Must feel good to be spoiled with all this damn freedom. Leaving whenever the hell you please. Hell, I wanted to sleep but you done woke my ass up knocking on my damn door! The sacrifices I made for this family, I did to keep us together and then your lil raggedy fast ass wanna run to California and rub elbows with the rich and famous like we ain't shit. If anything you need to look inside yaself and get that straight. You're ungrateful and you're selfish. Your daddy was a selfish deadbeat and you turned out just like his ass, despite my teaching. I was your mother and your father.. and you just gone leave across the country? What about us?"
"I sent you guys money and I visited, but how often do you expect me to visit when every time I come all you do is tell me I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm selfish, I'll never get a man. Every time I come here you do anything you to try to break me down. Since I was fifteen! That's all you've done! Of course I don't wanna be around that!"
"You just can't take criticism. You never could. Just like ya big-headed daddy. I hope to God you have a kid one day. I do. One who will ruin your damn life and expose to you just how selfish you are so you can see!"
"Goodnight," you waved dismissively walking to the stairs. She kept talking as you ascended, but you tuned her out. Everything but the threat.
"Be at the wedding rehearsal tomorrow. Grown heifer. And I swear if you mess things up we're gonna have a real problem."
Without a response, you turned the corner spotting Erik. He was standing in the hall, listening. He stretched out his arms and you walked into them resting your head against his chest. You stayed like that for a while before the two of you went back to the room. You were so over this wedding, India, and Jamila.
"You finally snapped," Erik said staring at you in awe. You'd wanted to do that for so long and you still didn't say what you could've said, but as irritated as you were it felt good to talk back. It was obvious he was trying not to say too much, but it looked like he had lot to say.
"You should've heard me at the the bachelorette party," you offered and his eyes begged for more information. You recounted the whole night from the time he left up to the point where you almost fought your sister at her own party.
"What would you say if we didn't go to the wedding," you asked trying to figure out your next move. Erik shrugged, leaving the decision in your hands. "I'll do whatever you want. I'm here for you," he stressed. Hm. You could go to the wedding like planned, suck it up and then disappear right back to Cali. You could pack up and leave the house right now to stay at a hotel. You could even go back downstairs to say how you really felt. The options were limitless. You decided to think on it longer. In fact, you'd sleep on it. Decide tomorrow.
"You need some head to clear your mind?" Erik smirked. He'd been watching you brainstorm. It was an interesting offer, an option you hadn't considered. "Get some head, go to sleep, and whatever you choose to do in the morning, I'll roll with it," he suggested. It was a solid plan.
"Okay... but I need to work off some of this tension and negative energy so let me suck your dick instead."
He jerked back slightly in surprise, "Who said we can't do both? But I'm going first."
"Who's this supposed to be for, me or you," you teased feeling lighter already. There was something about his energy that could lift a person out of any cloud of negativity. It was like he'd been through so much personally, he could relate to anything. His presence was a miracle and a blessing.
---
"So I interrupted y'alls little sinfest," Ang smiled. Throughout the story her expression had changed more times than Kanye's allegiance. She was on an emotional rollercoaster and you knew she was right there with you in all that you were saying. "Don't go," she said firmly. "Leave those chickenheads where they are and check into a hotel. I will finance it myself, just leave." She was so serious. She never liked the fam, especially Jamira. The white couch incident was still clear in her mind.
"I'm going to sleep and then I'm going to make a decision tomorrow. I'll keep you updated."
"Alrighty. Well you two kids have fun and 'de-stress'," Ang said with air quotes. She couldn't stop smiling, though it was slight, you knew your friend and from the bottom of her heart she believed you and Erik were together or about to become an item. To be honest, it would be nice. He presence alone did so much for your mood and he was so wise and considerate. You needed him around in your daily life to keep you emotionally and mentally stable. After signing off with Ang, you curled up with Erik behind you on the lower bunk and went to sleep.
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