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cosplayproblemsposts · 3 years

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Polkadot Man x M! reader Pt 2

Warning-Vent and a little bit of fluffy.

Summary: you manged to find out the truth but it didn’t help the fact you were still clinging onto something that has been proven true. Abner couldn’t help but comfort you even if you keep on rejecting every advantage. The thinker couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice but also a hint of guilt.

You sat within the bus eating girl scout cookies that you bought against Rick’s thoughts pressured on the cookies. “I can’t believe you actual bought girl scout cookies” Rick pondered on your childish behavior. ��Your just jealous for your not stuffing your face” Rick rolls his eyes but smiles and gives you a fist bump.

Cleo grins for Rick stomach growls “And when was the last time you ate Rickie” you tease. Rick huffs and takes the offered cookies and says “Shut up” you hum. More boxes of girl scouts cookies are handed out to everyone expect Nanaue for he doesn’t eat such foods.

“I like strawberry” Abner mumbles to which cause you to trade over your strawberry for his chocolate ones. You gave him a sly wink to which cause him to hide his face with the help of the box.

“Hey why are you afraid of rats?” Cleo asks Robert while you moved and took a sit beside Abner. “Why are you so in love with them ratcatcher 2?, you know what I think?, I think you have serious case of daddy issues” you frowned at Robert. Robert isn’t exactly known as a expressive type and everyone can see it regardless how cold heart he is you know otherwise.

“I have no issues with how much I loved my father” Robert sighs “You remind me of my daughter that’s why I’m here”. You couldn’t help but smile while biting into a cookie. “Why are you afraid of rats?” Cleo once again asks the same question. “My old man. when I was a lad, if I didn’t finish a task right, he would dole out a punishment. And one day, he just locked me in a create for twenty-four hours. And it was full of starving rats”.

You sighed and whistled to gain Roberts attention and threw three cookies at him, he caught all three of them. “As imperfect my father was ,he loved me. I wish I could give that to you”. ‘Don’t worry yeah?, I’m gonna get you out of here alive” Cleo smiles “I’m going to get you alive out of here”.

“What about clock” you hummed “Your oddly quiet” Robert pips up “Oh yes whats your story”. Cleo smiles up at you while Abner turns his attention to how close you were. “I don’t want to bore anyone to death” Rick scoffs “Shut up and tell us, I’m all eyes and ears” you frown at him.

“Uh...where do I start, I was born in may the 18th 1918″ you thought of how you lost your mother. “My mother died after bring me into the world. I was small but strong while my father walked out of my mothers life the moment he found out she was pregnant”. Cleo frowns “So my granddad took me in so all I knew was that I had to live through a time era where if you were caught crying even a little your shamed for it”. Abner places a shy but comforting hand on top of yours “I was different I knew that but different made me strong and I reached for knowledge”.

“I found it easier to keep to myself until Benjamin came along in shape of defending me” you chuckled a little. “He is my childhood friend who glued himself to me from the very beginning, you see we both grew up in the back houses” Cleo frowns out of confusing. “That is what we called them, it’s just houses that were mistaken for apartments” Cleo nods. “I remembered getting into fights with older boys and I was an idiot for believing that I’ll win but I never did” Chris now understand why you protect Abner.

“But I ain’t no coward for I didn’t run away from a fight other then that the old crow wouldn’t let it go” Robert chuckles or something like that. “I would come home all scruffy every two weeks to the crows dismay” Rick nods. “Years past and I was top of my class even tho I caused trouble and had been caned for it” Abner winces at the thought of it. “I enrolled into university but halfway through my second semester I dropped out to join the air force in 1939 August the 18th” you had to take breath. “I had trained enough to find myself within the sky in the midst of 1942 defending my country” you found yourself growing a pit in your stomach and you felt like vomiting.

“I was battling above a filed like nothing had gone wrong in the first place, the very Nazi manged to slash me out of sky” Robert doesn’t know anything about the air force but can see it. “I found myself hurrying to my death until an enemy pilot collided with me but I didn’t meet death instead I found myself two days before the whole entire event”. “Other then that when the fall of Poland had happened I had to be the last to know” You squint at the box of chocolate cookies before you.

“Around the time Benjamin had been set off to Poland and hadn’t returned so when I had been shipped off to Poland, I searched for him” Robert clears his throat. “I think that’s enough” Robert could tell that you didn’t want to go any farther with your side of the story. Abner squeezes your hand and when you notice you move your hand from his to which caused him to shutter away.

“Hey penis-maker, we’re on a mission” Chris makes a face “Easy inspector gadget. A little drink never hurts nobody”. You frowned at the idea but you really need a pick me up so you gone with the flow. “Expect the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year” Abner commented. You stare at him and could tell he was still a little hurt from you moving away from him.

“Here’s to last three hours of being alive” Robert didn’t agree “I’ll be alive. You speak for yourself”. You drank your drink like a shot and didn’t hesitate to ask for another. You find yourself laughing and watch as Abner gag on his drink to which cause you to pat his back. “Easy there dots, you want to be somewhat sober” Abner nods.

Everyone found themselves dancing with the music blazing in the background. You watch them fail at one of the most simplest thing in the world and you couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon Y/N join us” Abner spoke while holding out a hand. “No you guys got it handle, I’ll just get in the way” you weren’t an upbeat dancer your more of slow dance type of guy. “No your not, you need this too” You smiled but caved in “Fine”. You took a last swig of your drink before standing up to dance with him.

You held onto Abner’s waist from behind and dance with him, for the truth you weren’t that bad. Abner sways his hips in synced with yours and you couldn’t help but evolve your arms around him. Swaying with your face just a few inches off from his right shoulder. You held his hand and kept on swaying while the both of you smile and laugh. You tugged him back to which cause him to look down at you, you grin and “Damn you are one dish”. Abner frowns out of confusion but by your grin it must be a good thing.

Abner turns around and stares down at you and without warning he captures your lips with his. You stood thunderstruck but kiss back after a few seconds, it never accrued to you how soft his lips were. How gentle and shy he can be, how easy a red tent grows across his cheeks. He had to be the most sweetest thing you ever had met. Far too sweet, Abner had to be the number one candy in the world.

The two of you pull away with a small smiles on each other faces. You hum and kept on swaying to the music until Cleo poke Abner side. “Sorry for breaking you two up but you gonna have to focus for his here” you look and saw The thinker himself. You nod before parting from Abner to keep an eye on the weirdo over at the bar with Robert pressing a gun to his side.

But now here your with this odd looking man making a way to the back door with him mouthy off. “If you think that big mouth of yours is gonna save you sadly think again” he hums at your words. “Your the 1940′s guy right” you grow surprised “Pardon” he just smiles. You push through to the back only to see half-naked women “Sorry Loves we just want to get by” they screamed of course.

A solider turns to us but Cleo makes a rat shove it’s way into his mouth to which cause you to frown. “Ah geez now you don’t see that everyday” you watch the man squirm while the others moved on. “Now that is nasty” the man reach a hand out to you but you declined his odd muffles for help. “Sorry mate it’s more like a you problem” he still lays there until he just stop moving. You made a face “Oh my goodness that’s fucking gross” you watch the rat scurry off somewhere else. You flinch when the rat doubled back and ran pass your right shoe “Ugh, fuck no” you shiver “Y/N!” you hear Milton call out.

“That was a gross way to die” Cleo only sighs “I’m sorry if that creep you out”. “No I didn’t mean it in that way for it was unexpected” Cleo looks up at you and smiles. You can tell she is still jumping “Welp weirdo how does it feel to be here” the man only grins. “Benjamin called out to you but you never came” you glare at him and kicked him. “Y/N” Abner spoke softly “Don’t his just lying” you frown and said “Yeah, his just lying”.

“Look Abner about before I..” you were cut off “don’t worry about it we all have our ups and downs”. “For I killed my mom” you frown and by his very life you can tell he had done it for the greater good. “I know Abner and I’m truly sorry” Abner smiles and lays his head on your right shoulder. “Num Num” Nanaue says so you groaned “No, he isn’t Num Num’s” Nanaue seems disappointed.

Abner cuddles into your right side “Hey Abner” he hums “What are you gonna do once your free”. For the truth Abner doesn’t know himself “I don’t know” you smile. “You can see the rest of England with me then” Abner smiles and says “I’ll like that. Cleo came and said “Hey can I join” you smile and move over for her to join. She took your left while Abner has your right, Weirdo looks at you three before he started pondering over his own life.

“Okay so operation Harley” Rick says to each of us while we all nod.

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I know I said two-parts but I’m gonna stop here for now.

#Polka-dot man x male reader #the suicide squad x male reader

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elffees · 3 years

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some little additions to the ep 5 endings for low brotherhood

oh this post is going to hurt but i’m doing it anyway. these are just some brainstorms on tweaks to the endings bc for the most part, they all come off as high brotherhood, which is fine for me tbh bc i have never played a LB route cause im Soft™️. but i’m also Curious™️ and thought up some variations that couldve been made for people that did have a LB playthrough

these are mostly tiny changes. nothing too major bc like in canon, i think morality having the highest affect on Cross vs. Surrender is fine, but it would’ve been kinda cool if the epilogues had been tweaked a little to reflect brotherhood also. so possible tweaks i thought of is basically what this post is about.

here’s some:

redemption

(sidenote: okay i said the changes were mostly little and i promise they are. this ending specifically tho just has the most significant ones i’ve made by adding in like 2 extra scenes. but that’s really it)

in this ending things are the same when they reach the road block, including daniel tearing up, until sean says “you’re my brother”. they do not exchange i love yous nor hug or touch foreheads. sean goes straight to “and i know it’s gonna be alright” while keeping an outstretched arm on daniel’s shoulder. daniel also goes straight to his “how do you know”. the car scene plays out the same from then on except without hugging. they mostly stay separately in each other’s seats.

daniel doesn’t panic and jump to his feet when the police start walking sean to the car. he stands up resigned and watches sadly but quietly. sean doesnt say anything as he gets in the car but does look back at daniel before they pull off

in the collage, there is still a picture of daniel visiting sean in prison, but they don’t hug and just speak tensely across from one another.

daniel doesn’t come on the day of sean’s release, karen is the only default. now, like lyla, daniel is a determinant. (imagine if they were all determinant and even karen didn’t come meaning sean could get out of jail with nobody in the world caring about him jesus christ) there’s a scene with sean afterwards visiting daniel’s apartment. when daniel opens the door, he’s shocked and slams a palm to his forehead, clearly having forgot sean’s release date.

there’s small polite smiles on their faces as they greet each other at the door, but sean never makes it past the front steps. their conversation is brief before daniel gestures that he actually was walking out and has to go. they say their goodbyes with a casual hug (quick back slap) before daniel hops in his car using his power and pulls off with sean watching.

sean still goes back to their first campsite but alone. it mostly plays out the same where he still cries, but with no comfort, and then drives away towards the right after taking one last look at the trail

the epilogue ends with daniel stepping out of his car and approaching faraway friends that he waves to. they’re drawn vague and out of focus to save on production costs (don’t worry dontnod i gotchu). the angle of the scene shifts so it looks like daniel is walking off towards the left

summary (1/2) -> sean took the heat in order to let daniel have a childhood in america. and he succeeds in this, but because their relationship was poor, during his incarceration their bond practically turns to dust. daniel gets a childhood, but sean loses his own and his brother in return

summary (2/2) -> sean still wants some kind of relationship with his brother, but its awkward and distant. daniel does not hate sean. he holds some semblance of polite respect for him bc in his HM!eyes sean “did the right thing” at the end of their journey. but overall, they are not that close and are more like acquaintances who just worked on a group project one time.

blood brothers

sean doesn’t say “be careful” before daniel gets out the car. just “you know what to do”

they don’t hold hands after daniel’s massacre. daniel just stares out the window while sean focuses ahead

(after the 6 years) when sean backs into the garage and daniel sees he’s being held at gunpoint, daniel doesn’t do anything at first. he doesn’t even move forward to get a better look. he simply watches the scene play out until the gang members notice he’s there, bc sean keeps glancing his way, and they begin to threaten him too. that is when he uses his powers.

sean giving daniel a pat on the shoulder? yeah in this LB version it’s now a shove. he noticed that daniel did not have his back. daniel just shrugs.

he still heads out to their patio and takes a seat. the scene is angled so that the player sees sean over daniel’s shoulder think about joining him, wanting to go smoke, with their dad’s lighter already out so we still see it. but he instead waves his hand dismissively and turns back into the shop.

daniel stares out towards the beach alone.

summary -> they gain freedom and escape to mexico, but their relationship is empty. there’s no polite respect, but there’s no outright animosity either. it’s just….. empty.

lone wolf

daniel doesn’t say the “it’s my turn to take care of us” line (omg it was so good tho). it’s now smthg along the lines of “i won’t let you stop me here after all this”

when saying the “we made it” set of lines, he’s still happy but also boastful, ready to hold it over sean that he was right

he doesn’t cry. instead of sobbing over the death of his brother, he is more shocked bc of how unexpected it is. he still calls out for sean’s name frantically, but does not get distraught afterwards. instead of leaning onto sean’s arm like he does in canon, after it sinks in that sean’s dead, he only grimaces while sitting uncertainly in his seat

the pictures stay the same

when sitting on the beach and looking over the ocean, he is not drawing in sean’s journal. he still has a small smile on his face but we also see him taking swigs of the beer can(?) here instead of later

also instead of a teardrop tattoo, he has a tattoo of 3 dots. the teardrop has several meanings, including death of a loved one or crime affiliation. but bc a lot of players interpreted it as being a tear for sean, then i think it’s preferable to just not have it in the LB version at all to avoid confusion and just have him with the 3 dots to make it clear it’s solely part of the gang/crime lifestyle

(moving on) daniel heads over to sean’s memorial and it is absolutely not as decorated as it is in canon. there is only 1 candle and no plants. the brick is still there but instead of a cross, it’s just a hastily laid single wooden plank with sean’s name scribbled down it. there’s no eye patch. the only thing of sentimental value there is their dad’s lighter.

daniel doesn’t sit, he stands looking at the memorial while drinking his beer. he realizes it’s empty tho and lazily litters the can beside sean’s memorial before turning to walk off and as he does he sees the gang.

most of their interaction plays out the same, but while daniel’s walking away instead of sparing the group, it’s clear he kills them as they are all unmoving, us seeing the dude with the gun flop to the ground over daniel’s shoulder. this change is bc personally i interpreted daniel sparing them as a sortve homage to sean’s high morality in this route. as in he’ll still do what needs to be done to survive, but will try to kill as little as possible out of respect for sean’s beliefs. so being as though daniel does not value sean as much in this LB version, he doesn’t care about that and kills them without thought.

summary -> for the most part, daniel still has the relatively content life he does in canon except, going by the now bare minimum memorial and littering, he doesn’t value sean’s memory nearly as much as he does in HB. sean’s death was ofc still a shock and smthg he still remembers, but it didn’t crush him like it does HB!daniel, and he honestly feels more annoyance than regret. in his LM!eyes, hes disappointed and thinks its a little stupid that sean wanted to switch gears at the border like that. he doesn’t hate him tho, he just sees sean as a disappointing memory.

parting ways

at the border daniel still cries, but instead of saying sorry to sean he says “i can’t do this sean. i have to go”, making it extra clear he’s not crying bc it’s the end, he’s crying bc of the damage he does not want to do.

he still says the “i hope you’ll be happy” line, but instead of being genuine it’s now full of disappointment with a twinge of bitterness

you know that quick angry facial expression he has before he’s walked off by the cops? WELL HOWDY IT DEFINITELY STAYS

the picture collage still shows him having a relatively happy upbringing with stephen, claire, and chris

when he’s on the phone at the reynolds’ and claire comes up to him, he’s still smiling and content. when he gets the letter with no sender name, his smile drops after taking the pic out and realizing who it’s from. the player doesn’t see yet tho. emphasis on 1 pic bc it’s not several like it is in canon/HB.

daniel rolls his eyes and with his power tosses the envelope & photo card (no sand btw) across the room so they land on a distant table. the camera zooms in on them and we finally see it’s of sean in mexico.

when claire comes back into the room, she halts seeing the mail and picks them up, glancing between them and daniel regretfully before sitting down

we go back to daniel and with arms crossed, he glances out at the tree in the yard for a brief moment before walking away

the scene stays focused on the tree and we still zoom out to the Wolf Brothers carving, except it has a not-recent slash cut through it

summary -> daniel gets a childhood in america and sean gets his freedom in mexico, but their relationship is destroyed. daniel doesn’t approve of sean’s final decision at all and holds little to no respect for him. sean sends the post card bc, like in redemption, he still wishes to hold some kind of relationship, but he doesnt try all that hard and doesn’t miss daniel that much to send several pics and a chunk of sand.

and so these were some of my ideas for low brotherhood endings! i tried to put them in order from most positive (minute respect) to most negative (outright disdain). i’d love to hear thoughts on this or if anyone wants to add to these, then that’s fine to! just don’t break my heart pls

#lexi plays lis2 #life is strange 2 #surprisingly my variations to the LW ending hurt the least #still messed up but my redemption & blood brothers tweaks just feel cold #and the parting ways one…. :(#lis2 #lis 2

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scornedlove · 3 years

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

ROBYN

Covering my tattoo didn't feel as liberating as I expected it to. The next few days, I used my sore hand as an excuse to skip work. I didn't do anything but lay on my living room sofa and get high all day. I skipped showers and barely ate. I couldn't even find the energy to talk to Mel or whoever else was blowing up my phone. All I wanted was to be alone. Even when Dre came knocking at my door for the fourth day in a row, I prepared to leave him standing there again. Then he threatened to file a missing persons report.

"I swear to God Anna, you in a bougie ass neighborhood. It won't take long for the police to get here." He shouted, as he peered through my living room window.

"I'm fine! Now go away!" I yelled, barely moving a muscle.

"I wish you would stop acting like a kid! I just want to talk for a minute." The sincerity in his voice made me give in, but I took my sweet time getting to the door. When I cracked it, he still offered a soft smile.

"Can you let me in?" he pleaded, hearing Ollie and Pepe jumping to greet him as well. I sighed, took off the latch, and opened the door to let him in. Once he was in the threshold, they attacked his ankles with love until he bent down to rub their bellies.

“I know you haven’t been to work in a few days. I been calling and stopping by everyday. You got me worried as fuck, what’s going on with you?!” he quizzed, staring me over.

“Damn, a bitch can’t take a vacation? I mean, I am the boss.” I forced a laugh as I pulled out my rolling tray. I could tell I was gonna need to be high for this.

“Who you trying to fool? You don’t look good.” he frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not trying to look good. I’m tryna get high...you wanna smoke?” I offered, holding it out to him.

“I’m serious. I know you an-”

“I mean, does anyone really know anyone” I side-eyed, cutting him off with a smirk.

“Stop that shit! I’m not joking around. Have you seen your doctor yet?” he snapped, getting to the reason behind his calls and visits. The doctor in him had to make sure I was good.

“I made an appointment for his next available opening which is two weeks out, is that okay Dr. Dre?”

“I hate when you do that. Stop making it seem like I’m overreacting.”

“You are, like you always do.”

“Alright, if I’m overreacting, show me how many doses you have left of the meds I gave you last week?” he demanded. I started to blow him off, but realized he was right. I had taken them all.

“I was having some stomach pain and headaches. They were the only thing that stopped it.” I explained, as I lit the blunt I finished rolling.

“That’s what I’m trying to get you to understand. You need them, go get a prescription cause I feel like you need something stronger than what I gave you.”

“Do you think you could hook me up with a few more, since I have to wait two more weeks?”

“Hell nah. I can’t hook you up with shit, but if you come to the office I can get you on the books.”

“Damn, I forget you a man who goes by the books.” I blew a few rings of smoke in his direction.

“Do you have to smoke so much?”

“Do you have to be in my fuckin business so much?”

“Wow. Really?”

“You heard me. You stay acting like you care so much. Why is that? Huh? You want some pussy? If that’s all you want just say that, I mean, I could use some dick too”.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You know what, I don’t know what you’re on right now, but I’m out. Call me when you’re sober” he stormed out, slamming my front door.

The noise from the slam created a tingling ache in my stomach that traveled up to my chest. Suddenly the room felt too small and I couldn't catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and wrapped my hands around my elbows, as I rocked back and forth. I don't know how long it took for it to subside, but when it did, I realized I'd pissed on myself. I guess Dre was right after all, this was getting out of control.

I got up and ran myself a bubble bath. When I got out, I looked myself over in the mirror and was disgusted with my reflection. My skin was a mess, I was in need of a brow wax, and worse of all, I had a huge cluster of pimples on my chin. On top of looking like shit, I still felt like shit. I knew this couldn’t go on, so I called John to let him know I needed him tomorrow for the entire day. It was time for some much needed self love.

CHRIS

“I’m cool on relationships. I'm mad I even wasted time on that shit” I spat, tossing back a shot of Henny.

“Don’t beat yourself up bro, I told you about that long distance shit. She was probably fucking somebody else too”

“She was celibate T” I repeated for the umpteenth time, shaking my head with irritation.

“Whatever you say” he chuckled, sticking to his cheating theory.

“You know what, this is pretty much your fault now that I think about it”

“How you figure that?”

“You’re the reason I went on that double date, and you’re the reason I was stuck with Ryan’s drunk, freaky ass” I exclaimed, almost knocking over my chaser. I hadn't been this faded since Trey's bachelor party.

“Well damn, sounds like you need to be thanking me.”

“I lost my girl because of you”

“No, you lost a dead end relationship. Nobody wants to be stuck in that long distance shit, and she wasn’t giving up the goods either! That ain’t no way to live”

“Fuck you T. Everything is a joke to you huh?

“I’m sorry bro. For real tho, if you can say you were happy, or that she was your soulmate or some shit...then I’ll apologize” he stated before a long pause. “Exactly”

“Yeah, you might be on to something, but I guess now we'll never know”

“No, I am right and you know it. You need to get ya manhood back. This is the best the west coast has to offer, and you get the pick of the litter.” he slurred, as he waved some chicks in our direction. Before I could protest, two dancers approached us. They were both rocking dazzled lingerie and matching masks on their faces. The shorter one straddled T’s lap and immediately began gyrating on him.

“Hey baby, it’s been too long. I thought you wasn’t fucking with me anymore, but I see you brought a friend.” she smiled, placing his hands on her ass.

“Yeah, this my brother. He just got dumped and needs to be welcomed to the single life”

“Well he came to the right place. This my girl Goldilocks. It’s her first night, so don’t worry, she’ll be gentle.” she smirked, making eye contact with her as she nodded in my direction.

On cue, Goldilocks sat on my lap and started to whine her hips to Juvenile's slow motion. I couldn’t front, it had been so long since I had some ass, it didn’t take long for me to stand at attention.

“Follow me” she ordered, leading me towards the back of the club. She found the last empty room and lead the way inside.

“Sit there” she motioned towards the sofa as she seductively removed her bra and tossed it at me.

“MMMMM” she moaned, placing my hands on her breasts. I squeezed and rubbed her nipples while she grinded on me in her panties. She leaned into me and began to suck softly on my neck. Her scent filled my nostrils, and that’s when Robyn invaded my mind. Goldilocks was wearing Dolce and Gabana, her favorite perfume.

“Don’t stop touching me” she groaned, grabbing my manhood and squeezing as tight as she could. Her touch was electrifying, sending shocks throughout my body. After a few moments of her skin up against mine, I was ready to take her right there on the couch.

As if she was reading my mind, she stood, stepped back, and began peeling away her stockings. Just when I thought there was no way I could get any stiffer, I noticed a tattoo going down her side. It was just like the one Robyn had. I knew must’ve been tripping, but I had to know if it was her. As quick as I could, I hopped off the couch I was glued to and snatched the mask from Goldilock’s face.

“What the fuck!” I yelled as she jumped back and readjusted it.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s okay” Rayven sighed trying to calm me down.

“This is not okay!”

“Chill, ya’ll not even together anymore. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Besides, she’s not my cousin anymore. I don’t claim her ass.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?”

“Look, the bitch is crazy and I don’t fuck with her. You obviously don’t either, after the way she beat my ass over your rejection the other day.”

“What? I’m confused. Ya’ll fought?”

“Chris please, stop playing dumb. We fought over you plenty of times! But fuck all of that. Run me my money.?” she ordered, holding her hand out.

“Chill with that, I ain’t paying you for shit” I pushed past her, grabbed my jacket, and left the room.

ROBYN

After the way I acted before my panic attack yesterday, I knew I had hella ass kissing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking when I pissed Dre off. He’s the only reason I haven’t gone off the deep end already, so I knew I had to make things right with him.

I got up super early even though I barely had any sleep. Regardless of how I felt, I was going to make the most of today. I found a full service spa and got the luxury package. It included a full body massage, pedi, mani, and even a wax. I was there for a total of three hours, and by the time I left, I felt like I could conquer the world.

“Where to boss lady?” John asked, making eye contact through the rear view mirror as I slid in the backseat.

“I need to see Aundre. Would you happen to know where he is right now?”

“I do, but imma be honest with you. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Did he say something to you?”

“I witnessed the aftermath last night. I’m not picking sides, hell I don’t even know what it was about, but I do know a hurt ego when I see one. Maybe it’ll be best to give him a little space.”

“I’ve known Dre for a long time now. Thanks for the advice, but I got this” I reassured him as he nodded his understanding. “Matter of fact. I have a couple of stops before his office if you don’t mind.”

Almost an hour later, I entered Dre’s office with steak and potatoes from his favorite steakhouse in LA and a bottle of Cabernet in tow. It was a few minutes before noon, so I figured I would surprise him with his favorite. No one can resist their favorite meal, even if they are pissed.

The first face I saw when I approached the receptionist’s window angered me to the core. I wanted to know what he was smoking on to have this woman in his presence, let alone his business. After everything she did to him, he still gave her what she wanted when she showed up with an open hand, and that had my blood boiling.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” Teyana asked, without even looking in my direction as she took a seat at her computer.

“Wait...you work here?” I stammered, trying to gather my words.

“No, I just like the uniform” she smirked, rolling her eyes. A million questions ran through my mind and I couldn’t help but want to slap the smirk off her face. They had to be fucking again.

“Can you let Dre know I’m here. I just need a minute of his time.”

“He’s busy with right now, but I can let him know you stopped by.”

“I’ll wait. I just need a minute, this is import-"

"-I'm sorry Robyn, but he's with a patient. He asked me not to interrupt his patients unless it's for his mother. Now I can take your number and have him call you when he gets a chance."

“Are you kidding? You know he would drop whatever he’s doing to see me right?” I snapped in frustration. I was trying to keep the peace, but she was intentionally pushing my buttons.

“Tuh, girl please” she chuckled, getting a kick out of my attitude. I don’t know who she thought she was playing with, but I wasn’t the one. I took it upon myself to go through the doors that led to the back and found Dre’s office. Which wasn’t very difficult, his door was open and I had a clear shot of him sitting at his desk.

I walked right past Teyana with a smirk of my own this time. By the time I reached Dre, that smirk was gone. There was some other chick in his office comparing notes with him, which wasn’t the problem. She was practically in his lap with the way she leaned into him, she was so close that one of her big ass breasts was resting on his arm.

"Excuse me Dr. Dre” I cleared my throat and the girl jumped back.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in complete surprise.

“I brought you some lunch, but I guess your still working.” I paused glancing at the now irritated co worker. It was obvious Dre was hiring nothing but eye candy around here. He always had a thing for double d’s.

“Naw, Ms. Westwood and I were just finishing up. Give her these instructions and have her come back in a week” he stated, turning to face her. She grabbed her files and quickly left his office, making sure to look me up and down as she tossed her hair over her shoulder on the way out. Not this bitch too. I was gonna have to have a little talk with Dre about his choice of employees.

“So what is this supposed to be, an apology lunch?” he asked, closing the door to his office. The tone of his voice made it obvious he wasn’t gonna make this easy for me.

“Sorta. I needed to apologize but I wanted to surprise you with your favorite. Besides, this is my first time getting to see this place in person. It’s dope!” I forced a smile, taking a seat in the chair across from his desk. His piercing eyes stayed on mine making him hard to read, so I began to set his food up.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t have an appetite right now, so I’ll just put that in the fridge until later.”

“Wow. Okay, you’re really upset with me huh?”

“Robyn, I don’t know what fucking planet you living on, but you don’t treat people the way you do and still expect everything to be cool.”

“I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? I don’t know why I say fucked up shit sometimes, but I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

“Well sorry don’t cut it. Shits gotta change.” he shook his head, making me feel shitty.

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t like whatever this is either. I need some help getting it together. Can you help me get through these next couple of weeks?” I sighed as his demeanor instantly hardened.

“And there it is”

“What?”

“The reason you’re here. You’re abusing these drugs and I’m the one supplying you. I’m beginning to notice a pattern, but I don’t want to believe you only come around when you need something from me” he nodded, as if he’d really solved a mystery.

“How dare you?! That’s not fair. You know how hard shit has been for me! You surrounded by all these bitches that’s taking advantage of yo stupid ass, they got you questioning my intentions!” I erupted like a fish out of water. “Everyday is a struggle to get out of bed. How the fuck can I show up for anyone else when I can barely show up for myself?! You know what, nevermind. Fuck it, I don’t need anything from you!”

“Wait! I wasn’t trying to argue and fight but why do you make shit so hard?” he yelled, blocking the exit so I couldn’t storm out.

“Excuse me. You better get out of my way!”

“Chill Anna. Let’s just go back and have a se-”

“MOVE OUT MY FUCKIN WAY!” I yelled so loud there was no way anyone in the building missed it. He slowly backed from the door, a mixture of hurt and confusion on his face as my eyes met his, glare as intense as laser beams. I didn’t know whether to cry, slap him, or curse him out and act a fool. I couldn’t believe he called me an addict to my face. I had to get out before I did something stupid.

#rihanna #ff #fanfic #fanfiction

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the time is now

title: the time is now

characters: (fem) reader x kim seungmin of stray kids (feat. choi lia of itzy, lee felix + bang chan of stray kids)

genres: romance, rich kid au, friends to lovers au, (sort of!) mafia au, dedicating this to 191109 seungmin & levanter era!seungmin

word count: 7.9k

warnings: alcohol consumption, violence (nothing too wild tho), i haven’t proofread, idk what im doing tbh (but seungmin drives an aston martin i hope that makes you feel better)

synopsis: you and seungmin spent years pushing each other away, only to be confronted by your biggest fears when you finally decided to stop running away.

a/n: i hope this doesn’t suck :(((

Summer is for fun. Summer is for rest. Summer is for romance.

But summer is also for opportunities, and that’s the sole reason why you’re standing inside the Laura Ryu boutique—where you can’t even afford its cheapest pair of earrings. The luxury fashion brand is open for internships for the very first time and now it’s one of those “a million girls would kill for that job” positions in South Korea.

“Good morning, everyone.”

The sweet but regal voice belongs to Julia Choi, Laura Ryu’s daughter who’s specifically flew back from New York to Seoul for the summer to help her mother managing the internship. You know her better as Choi Jisu, your childhood friend who’s currently attending Parsons School of Design.

“I’m Choi Jisu, and I’m going to be your mentor throughout the internship. Well, technically I’m responsible for all of you here so please, stay in one piece until the end of summer although it’s going to be absolute hell, okay?”

Everyone laughs, and soon you’re ushered to one big studio inside. You see a placard with your name on one of the table and quickly head there, giving Jisu a little wave as she tells the other interns to find their stations.

After all the interns are seated, Jisu claps, effectively silencing everyone. “And now, something to motivate you,” she announces. “We’re going to monitor every single one of you and by the end of summer, we’re going to choose one intern to help with our next collection. How’s that sound?”

Excited whispers are heard all over the room, and you hope you’ll survive summer in one piece.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

Jisu is running down the stairs, her heels making loud clacking sounds against the marble floor. She envelops you in a tight hug the moment you’re within an arm’s reach. You’ve missed Jisu, it feels like it’s been ages since you volunteered at the animal shelter together.

“I can’t believe you actually applied!” she chirps.

You chuckle. “Well, I can’t believe I actually got in.”

Jisu snorts. “Oh please. I don’t need to see your portfolio to know how amazing it is. You’re probably the only one who sent a proper portfolio.”

She greets the shopkeepers, leading you outside. “Are you free? Let’s catch up!” she offers. You nod, linking your arm with hers. “What do you want to do? Coffee?”

“O—”

A white Aston Martin pulls over in front of you, causing Jisu to gasp and check her watch. The window rolls down, revealing an annoyed Kim Seungmin on the driver’s seat. “Yah Choi Jisu,” he snaps. “I know I’m just your insignificant cousin, but couldn’t you at least tell me that you were going to be at your Mom’s boutique the whole day?”

“Oh shoot, sorry Seungmin! I totally forgot,” Jisu panics, turning to you with apologetic eyes. “It’s okay,” you assure her. “Go. You’re stuck with me for the whole summer anyways.”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m not gonna leave you behind. Seungmin, you don’t mind if I bring Y/N along, do you?”

Yeah, Kim Seungmin. Someone from your “summer is for romance” phase two years ago. You’re well aware that you’re an intern at his aunt’s boutique, but you thought you wouldn’t meet him since he’s set to take over his father’s law firm instead of becoming the heir of Laura Ryu’s fashion empire.

“It’s fine,” you refuse. “We can hang out some other time, Jisu. You two have fun!”

“Come with us,” Seungmin interjects, calmly as usual. Two years of not seeing him in flesh has weakened your defense. Seungmin has always looked fine, but now he looks ten times hotter with his dirty blond hair and you’re cursing yourself for being so shallow. Jisu shrugs, opening the door and pulling you inside.

Seungmin glances at the empty passenger seat then at the rear-view mirror. “So where are we headed, Young Mistresses?” he asks, his tone both sarcastic and playful.

“We were going to grab some coffee. Just stop by at the first Starbucks you see,” Jisu answers before attacking you with questions. Seungmin mumbles an, “Okay Miss” before making a u-turn. You feel all eyes are on you when you enter the café, suddenly realizing that you just stepped out of Kim Seungmin’s Aston Martin with Choi Jisu attached to your side.

For a split second, you forgot that you’re hanging out with South Korea’s top socialites who are way too cool for Starbucks.

After getting your orders, the three of you are chatting about every little thing. “And how is our little Byul? Has she been adopted?”

You and Seungmin exchange awkward glances, causing Jisu to cock an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“I didn’t go to the shelter last year,” you confess.

“Me neither,” Seungmin mumbles, sipping his Americano in a haste.

“Okay, neither of you went to the shelter last year, so what? What are you guys being so weird about?”

“Nothing,” you and Seungmin answer in unison. Jisu examines your face and snaps her fingers, seeming to get the idea. “Well, if that’s the case… why don’t you two talk things out?”

“Wait what happened to catching up?” you panic, while Seungmin grabs his cup and stands up. “I should drive you home,” he says.

Jisu clicks her tongue. “Sit down, both of you.”

You and Seungmin do as told, begging her with your eyes to save yourselves from this situation. “As you said, Y/N, we’re stuck together for the whole summer so we still have a lot of time. And no thank you, dear cousin. I’ll just take the cab. See you!”

Your friend smiles at you one last time before walking out, stopping the first cab she can find. You turn to Seungmin, finally letting yourself indulge in his pretty eyes that only seem to warm up whenever you’re around. Contrary to popular belief, there’s nothing special about Kim Seungmin except for the fact that he’s a straight-As law student, looks both adorable and hot, and is actually a sweet, humble boy despite being filthy rich.

Okay, you’re definitely not over him.

Seungmin clears his throat. “So, how’s the internship so far?”

“It was only my first day,” you answer. “We didn’t do much yet. The real fight starts tomorrow, I guess.”

“You’re in good hands. Jisu handles everything well, and her Mom won’t even show up until the last day so you’re going to have fun.”

You laugh. “But one of the interns is going to be included in the team in charge of the next collection so I suppose your aunt will appear once in a while, right?”

“She’ll be in Paris the whole summer,” Seungmin explains. “Jisu begged her to let her handle the program because she misses home, and here we are now.”

“How about you? Been doing fine, I guess?”

The little spark in Seungmin’s eyes fades at your question. He stands up, returning your puzzled gaze with a cold one. “Let me take you home.”

“You don’t need to,” you retort, slightly offended. “Seungmin, did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t,” he denies. “Please let me take you home. Jisu will kill me if I leave you alone here.”

You’re not satisfied with his answer, but decide to follow him. Seungmin enters the driver’s seat and starts the engine, heading to your neighbourhood without a word. “You still remember where I live?” you ask.

“I’m a law student Y/N. I can remember a lot of things.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. This is probably the only thing you hate about Seungmin: he shuts down everyone the moment he shows a hint of weakness. “Seungmin… are you okay?” you try again. “I’m not getting off until I get a proper answer.”

Jisu once told you that everyone in their big family sees a therapist every month; you know for sure that Seungmin must be their favorite patient because they get paid a fortune for counselling a very good boy who answers everything with positive words.

Seungmin is a strong, positive guy, but not all the time. People tend to forget that. He tends to forget that.

Looking at how tense he is, you decide to drop the subject. “How’s Chan and Felix?” you ask while scrolling through your Instagram feed, looking at a photo of the said boys posing in front of their luxury cars.

Seungmin’s eyes soften at the mention of his best friends. “Aren’t you the one who go to the same university?” he questions endearingly.

Christopher Bang and Felix Lee were your classmates in Fashion Journalism—a class which Felix signed up for by mistake. He tried to have it erased from his timetable, but changed his mind when he realized that everyone in that class was girls. Soon, his best bro Chris Bang joined him and when they found out you were friends with Seungmin and Jisu too, they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but everytime I want to say hi they’re always surrounded by their friends.”

“You mean Seo Changbin, Lee Minho and Yang Jeongin?”

You nod. Seungmin laughs, slowing down his pace as he reaches your neighbourhood. “Just say hi. Those guys are harmless.”

“Easy for you to say,” you scoff. “Seo Changbin radiates this ‘you can’t sit with us’ vibes stronger than those girls in Mean Girls.”

“I mean it,” he repeats. “Just say hi. Felix calls you all the time anyways. You’re a part of their so-called circle.”

“You mean your circle?” you correct him jokingly, unfastening your seatbelt as he smoothly hits the brake in front of your house. “Thank you for taking me home.”

Seungmin smiles your favorite smile, the one where his eyes disappear into crescent moons. The door is opened, yet you’re just sitting there, trying to look for answers inside Seungmin’s doe eyes.

“What is it?”

You chew your bottom lip, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

Your Golden Retriever puppy named Sun died when you were in fifth grade. You couldn’t function for the rest of summer, so your Dad suggested that you volunteer at an animal shelter. You eventually registered for a 2-week volunteer program where you fell in love with a lively Pomeranian you ended up adopting and a lovely boy named Kim Seungmin.

You and Seungmin went to different schools (he attended an elite all-boys school), the volunteer program was the only time you could meet him. He brought his cousin Choi Jisu the next year, and it became a routine for the three of you from then on. Your beautiful friendship was perfect until your 18th birthday, when Seungmin gifted you a box full of photos of you he had taken as your birthday present.

After 8 years, you finally realized that Kim Seungmin wasn’t just a friend you volunteered with. He was the one you played hide and seek with, he was the one who taught you to use a camera, he was the one who sang to you when you cried after one of the dogs in the shelter got sick.

“Have I ever told you that I love your voice?” you asked him on one Sunday morning, right before you turned 20. “You could be a singer.”

“No, but thank you. You said it right when I started doubting myself.”

“This is not an empty compliment, Seungmin. I’m serious.”

Seungmin ruffled your hair, eyes lighting up at your seriousness. “You never say empty words, Y/N. I know that.”

After a few minutes of trying to find the right response and not finding any, you decided to let his compliment hang in the air. You laid beside him, keeping a safe distance because hearing him breathe so peacefully was enough to mess up your insides.

Seungmin turned to you, and for a while he just stayed like that, quietly examining your face while you were on the verge of freaking out.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He didn’t change his position, eyes still locked on your face as he whispered, “I asked myself that too, but I honestly don’t know. I just hope I can see you like this forever. Seeing you makes me happy.”

Speechless, you didn’t dare to meet his eyes. How were you supposed to react? Was Seungmin drunk?

“Seriously,” you croaked to break the silence. “You should audition to become an idol or something.”

“Should I?”

“Well, depends whether you want it or not, but go ahead if you want! You have nothing to lose anyways!”

His lips curled into a sad smile. “Nothing to lose? Y/N, money isn’t the only thing I have.”

Whenever you started to feel that maybe you and Seungmin could become something more, the universe always made sure to remind you that he wasn’t just a boy you grew up with. He was the only son of a successful lawyer who rode limousine to school and owned a black credit card he used without thinking. He appeared on nation’s newspaper after attending exclusive parties you could only dream of going. He was someone who flew to London with private jet over the weekend because he wanted to take some photos.

You laughed, locking eyes with him without realizing. “But with your money you can have everything, Seungmin. You and Jisu are different from the rest of us.”

Ten years of friendship and you never once talked about this. You knew Seungmin wouldn’t mind; he wasn’t the type who liked to flaunt his wealth, but he wasn’t one of those people who didn’t like to be reminded of how loaded they were. He never cared. But you were afraid he would think that you did, so you always avoided making comparisons.

That day, you had to do it. Maybe you were too protective of yourself, but you couldn’t risk getting hurt. One little slash on your heart, and the wound would leave a permanent scar.

Seungmin hummed in agreement, breaking the eye contact to look at the clear sky.

He left the shelter the next day, and you never talked to him again.

“Jisuuuu,” you whine as Jisu pulls you into Rose’s, a fancy bar that she frequents. “I thought we were just going to hang out!”

“We are!” Jisu exclaims, waving at the bartender before choosing a spot. She orders you a drink you’re not familiar with before pouting at you. “Okay, sorry for not telling you, but we’re not gonna hang out alone today.”

The door opens, revealing Chan and Felix. The latter immediately throws his arms around you, and you can’t help but break into an endearing laugh. “Y/N!!!! Why is it so hard to meet you? Don’t you miss your expensive friends?!”

You pull away from his grip. “Excuse me, but since when your socialite agenda includes your humble friend right here?”

Felix pouts, ordering a glass of Dry Martini while Chan and Jisu are whispering among themselves. You scoot closer to them. “What are you guys whispering about?”

The three of them snicker at the same time and you figure this isn’t just the usual “hanging out” session.

You turn to Chan. “Bang Chan, spill.”

“Wow, hearing someone that’s not my parents calling me Bang Chan is so refreshing,” Chan says. “It’s like having 2 personalities. Christopher is this hot, alluring, seductive man no one ever says no to, while Bang Chan is his inner child—soft, caring, funny… but still hot—”

Jisu shoots Chan a deathly glare before smiling at you. “You like Seungmin, don’t you?”

You take a sip of your drink and let her question sink in. Looking at your friends’ faces, you know that it wasn’t even a question. They feel it, and there’s no use of denying your feelings anymore.

“And that’s all we need to know!” Chan exclaims, standing up from his seat. He slips in a few dollars into the bartender’s pocket. “Seungmin doesn’t know we were here.”

Felix slaps his shoulder. “Bro you were literally the one who told him to come here. Stop trying to be cool.”

“Ah… you’re right,” Chan answers as Jisu rolls her eyes. “But anyways, Seungmin is will be here soon. Talk to him, okay?”

After waving them goodbye, you glance at your surroundings. Everyone is chatting with their friends while sipping their drinks happily; they’re in their natural habitat, while you’re just sitting there hoping Seungmin will come soon so you can get out of there as soon as possible. The bartender notices your uneasiness and offers you another drink to try.

Just as you start contemplating to leave, Seungmin enters the bar. He gives you a small wave when his eyes land on you, like it’s natural to see you there. The bartender serves 2 glasses of drinks before Seungmin even reaches you, “Gin and tonic, Mr. Kim’s favorite.”

Taking off his suit, Seungmin sits beside you and sips his drink. “When Chan kept terrorizing me to get here ASAP I know something’s up,” he says, examining your face. “… and you want to leave.”

Without waiting for your answer, Seungmin takes his coat. “Put it on my tab,” he tells the bartender, putting his hand on the small of your back and leads you out.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks after you’re sitting inside his car. “For real this time.”

He sounds apologetic, hurt and hopeful all at once and you recall everything you said to him two years ago. Those words left a deep scar in your heart, you can only imagine how broken Seungmin must have been.

“Yeah, we do need to talk.”

You never want to allow yourself to feel insecure, but the voices in your head get wild sometimes. You hate to admit it, the same way Seungmin hates to admit that he’s not always the calm and strong heir everyone expects him to be.

The only way to tune out those voices is to visit the park near your house to play on the swings

Seungmin has rolled up his sleeves so he could help you push the swings. You try to look over your shoulder. “Kim Seungmin what are you doing? Push it harder!” you demand, to which he shakes his head.

He continues to push the swings gently, still allowing you to feel the cold wind on your face. “No,” he answers firmly. “You’ll get sick.”

Knowing you can’t change his mind, you just let him set the pace, and soon your heart starts to feel lighter. The voices get muffled by Seungmin’s low humming. You have a lot of explaining to do, yet he hasn’t said anything, not even telling you to smile a little. This time you’re not sure if it’s because of the swings or Seungmin or both, but the voices are almost gone now and you decide that’s enough for tonight.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper quietly. Seungmin stops pushing, letting the swings moves by itself before coming to a halt. He kneels down in front of you, a frown on his face. “Why? What did you do?”

“Two years ago… I’m sorry I pushed you away,” you sigh. “I’m sorry I did it like that. And I’m sorry for pestering you the other day. I don’t have any right to force you to tell me things.”

Seungmin heaves a sigh, grabbing your hand to stop you from fiddling with your shirt. He slowly laces his fingers with yours, the warmth of his eyes reminding you of the old happy days when the two of you would sneak out from the shelter to have a picnic under the clear sky. “And I shouldn’t have left,” he reminds you. You only stare into each other’s eyes until he blurts out, “Can we start over?”

You almost cry at how easy and right it feels. You spent years of your adolescent life telling yourself that this wouldn’t work, the wall you built to protect your heart was destroyed by the very person you built it for. But you find it impossible to lie when he’s looking at you with so much hope and adoration. When you finally nod, Seungmin rewards you with his toothy grin that always makes your insides flip.

The voices in your head shout out warnings at you, but you quickly shut all of them down. You’re not going to let them win. You’re not going to let them stop you from loving the only boy you want to love.

“Let’s take things slow, yeah?”

Seungmin beams at your words, pulling you up to envelop you in his arms. He waits until you relax before tightening his hold. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, breathing him in as he mouths words you can’t decipher into your hair. “Remember when you managed to persuade that young couple to adopt Vivi?”

“My lucky day,” you murmur, unconsciously pulling him closer to you.

“It was my lucky day too.”

“Of course it was! The owner also bought you chicken when Jisu and I were the ones working hard! You just nodded along with us!”

Seungmin chuckles. “I got to hold you for the first time that day. You were so happy that Vivi got a new home that you just jumped into my arms. Then you started crying and ruined my Balenciaga shirt, but I was beyond happy. You stayed in my arms until you fell asleep, and I got to watch you sleep.”

You pinch his waist softly. “You’re such a creep.”

Seungmin’s laugh only makes you feel even giddier than you already are, so you just close your eyes and relish in the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist securely. “Shall we go to Jeju tomorrow?” he suggests.

“Jeju?”

He pulls away, enough for him to see your face but still holding you close. “Yeah. I can book us tickets so we can fly tomorrow and spend the whole weekend there. You don’t have internships on weekends, right? We’ll go to pretty places and I’ll take hundreds of pretty photos of you. We can have dinner by the beach since our villa is facing the ocean. You love seafood, right? Our chefs—”

“Kim Seungmin, what happened to taking things slow?” you giggle, causing him to let out a cute frustrated groan. “I’m sorry. How about a road trip to Busan then?”

“You can drive to Busan?”

“You’re underestimating me, love.”

Seungmin’s phone rings when you’re about to utter a sassy remark. He glances at the caller and releases you, his eyes turn cold as he accepts the call. “Yes, father?”

You can’t hear what his father is saying, but whatever it is, Seungmin doesn’t look happy. You reach for his hand carefully, and he quickly squeezes yours while responding to his father in a polite, business-like manner. He walks you to your house, telling his father that he’ll be home soon.

Seungmin pulls you into his arms again as soon as he slides his phone into his pocket. “Duty calls?”

“Mhm,” he replies. “As you can see, I had a meeting today, and Father wants updates.”

“He already involves you in meetings? That’s cool!”

“Nah, I can’t voice out any opinion yet. I’m just there to listen.”

Seungmin detaches himself from you, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek. “So, I’ll pick you up at 6?”

You nod, not even bothering to protest that it’s too early because you want to see him again soon. Seungmin enters his car and starts the engine. He rolls down the window, grinning when he sees you wave at him. The phone call must have bothered him, but you decided to let it slide. “Text me when you get home,” you tell him.

Take things slow. You have to take things slow.

Not only does Seungmin know how to drive to Busan (while looking extremely attractive behind the wheels), he also knows Busan like the back of his palm. He took you to all the pretty places and took pretty photos of you as promised. Now you’re at the balcony of the Kim family villa (you figure they have apartments and villas scattered in the whole country), nestled in Seungmin’s arms while waiting for the sun to set.

“Wait, sit over there!” Seungmin forces you to move from your spot to the end of the couch. “The angle is pretty!” He snaps a few photos with his newest Leica camera that’s worth a car. You give him your silliest poses before bursting into a fit of giggles. Seungmin puts the camera on the coffee table and pulls you back to him. “Enough photos for today,” he mutters, settling you on his lap. Seungmin never struck you as someone who loves skinship, but he never misses a chance to wrap you in his arms, and you’re not complaining. He probably feels the same blissful comfort you feel whenever the two of you touch.

The sun begins to set, and for a while you focus your gaze on the sky, admiring the way the sun paints it with shades of orange. Seungmin shifts underneath you, pressing a kiss on your exposed shoulder to earn your attention. You meet his eyes, and you see a tinge of worry in them. “What is it?”

Seungmin takes an awfully long time to answer your question, causing you to cup his face. “Tell me.”

“Do you trust me?”

The question has you frowning. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

Seungmin smiles, but the tinge of worry is still reflected through his orbs. “Whatever happens, I’ll try my best to make this work, okay? I’ll do anything to make this work. I want you in my life, more than you can imagine.”

“Seungmin—”

“There will be days when I’ll be away for meetings, there will be days when I’ll feel like absolute shit because of my Father and the business,” he reveals. “Sometimes it will feel like I’m keeping you in the dark and I know you won’t like that, but there are so many things I need to sort out now, and I can’t tell you anything yet. Is that okay?”

You can’t base your relationship on not-knowing! You can’t base your relationship on excuses and blind faith!

“Is it too much if I ask you not to let me wait for too long?”

Seungmin shakes his head so fast you wonder if it hurts his neck. “You know how smart I am,” he boasts. “Trust me, you’ll be amazed at how good I am in getting things done.”

“You better be, there are a lot of people waiting for your help, Lawyer Kim.”

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Speaking of getting things done, I have a request for you.”

“Request?”

“There’s this masked ball held by Chan’s Dad next month, and we’re all attending. I’ve been looking for a nice mask, but everything seems mediocre. Will you design one for me?”

You squeal, immediately attacking him in a tight hug. You’ve always wanted to design jewelries, including masks. The mere thought of buying the materials, matching the design according to Seungmin’s style and drawing all the pretty details launch you to cloud 9 in an instant.

“I guess you like it,” Seungmin singsongs. “I have one more request though.”

You tilt your head in excitement.

“I want you to be my date.”

Your smile falters, but Seungmin tug at your lips softly, gesturing at you to smile again. “Everyone will wear a mask and you’ll only take it off at midnight, so we can leave before midnight if you want. Besides, I’m just a guest. All eyes will be on Chan.”

“But what kind of dress am I supposed to wear? Everyone will—”

“Aren’t you a designer? You’ve sewed a lot of dresses, wear one of them.”

“But they’re not from designer brands, aren’t you ashamed?”

“I don’t care,” Seungmin tells you in the most caring tone. “You’re you, not Julia Choi. Not Felix Lee. Not Christopher Bang. And you’re not me.”

Flashbacks from your painful conversation two years ago come in a flash, but now both of you are looking at it from a whole different perspective. Your smile slowly returns, and Seungmin huffs a sigh of relief. “That’s my girl.”

“Can I tell you something too?”

He nods.

“There will be days when I’ll feel like I’ll never be good enough to succeed in anything,” you begin, biting your lip to prevent tears from falling. “I don’t let myself dwell on it most of the time, but sometimes I fail. Is that okay?”

Seungmin cradles your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’ll knock some sense into you whenever you’re about to drown in self-pity!”

You pat his head in return, hoping that this Seungmin—the one whose eyes radiate sunshine and voice laced with honey, the one whose laugh sounds like a sweet melody—will be the Seungmin he shows to the rest of the world more.

Seungmin is still cradling your face, gaze flickering to your lips every now and then, triggering you to do glance at his lips in return. The pull is too tempting, you wonder if you should just crash your lips on his or let him decide for you.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he whispers, barely audible. Your eyes flutter close, and Seungmin doesn’t waste any time. His lips meet yours in a fleeting kiss, making your breath hitch at how soft and burning his lips feel. Seungmin kisses you deeply, taking his time to savor you and you’re going insane at the way he clutches your waist, the way he hums everytime you pull him closer. It’s almost too much, yet at the same you know he’s still holding back as if he’s afraid that this is all just a fever dream.

“Seungmin, please.”

“Mhmm?” he tries to speak against your lips, hazy eyes gazing into yours.

“More,” you breathe out, determined to make him let go and kiss you the way he wishes to although you’re blushing like mad. “I’m not going anywhere, so just kiss me.”

“You sure?” he mutters, eyes waiting for your approval.

You close your eyes again, and right that moment you feel Seungmin’s lips move against yours. This time, he lets go. Hovering over you, he pours all the feelings he had suppressed for years into the kiss. You’re soon lost in all the love and passion he has for you, his every touch eating your skin alive. You’re lost in Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin and you hope he knows you feel the same.

“Stay still!” you yelp, fixing Seungmin’s mask as the limousine stops in front of the ballroom where the party is held. Mr. Song, Seungmin’s chauffeur, opens the door for both of you. You start to panic upon seeing reporters snapping photos of other guests entering the ballroom. Seungmin steps out, looking like His Royal Highness from a reputable kingdom.

He extends his hand to you. “Come on, love. Jisu and the others are already inside.”

The sound of shutters and the blinding flashes almost make you shut the door and tell Mr. Song to drive you home, but Seungmin reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I’m here. You’ll be alright.”

Gathering some courage, you finally set your foot on the ground. Seungmin helps you with a gentle smile he knows will calm you down. He leads you inside, holding your hand a little tighter whenever someone seems to make you uncomfortable.

You spot Jisu from the gold feathery mask she showed you the night before and her signature high ponytail. A redheaded boy joined her with a drink in his hand, and you know for sure that it’s Felix. Everything at this party is grand, and by grand you mean people with diamond-studded dresses, a huge orchestra group, extravagant chandeliers, ice statues, and all kinds of foods and drinks you know absolutely nothing about.

“You okay?” Seungmin asks, releasing your hand to take a slice of chocolate cake that the waiter offers before handing it to you. Jisu squeals at the cake, taking the same cake from the waiter. You look at her in awe as she digs in right away. “How do you eat that at a place like this?” you hiss, earning a laugh from Felix.

“We’re here to enjoy ourselves, darling. Eat up!” he encourages you. You turn to Seungmin, who gives you a spoon. “Why? You love chocolate.”

You take a glance of everyone around you, nobody is eating. They’re either dancing or laughing or drinking. “Do you guys usually eat? Or are you doing this to make me comfortable?”

“We’re not some dukes and duchess Y/N. Wait, even dukes and duchess eat at parties. Shut up and enjoy your cake!” Jisu deadpans with a full mouth, causing you to laugh and do the same. Seungmin keeps his hand on the small of your back all the time, making sure you’re okay. After finishing your cake, he pulls you to the dance floor.

“No Seungmin, I’m not dancing with you,” you yell at him. Seungmin pretends not to hear you, his eyes glint with mischief. He puts your arms around his neck, then his own around your waist. You thank the heavens for the slow music because the last time you danced was in the second grade. Seungmin leads the dance, slowly backing you into a corner and pushes his mask up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“Been dying to do that.” He smirks at you as you glare at him, thankful that the mask is hiding your flushed cheeks. “Thank you for going with me. I know this isn’t your thing,” he adds, twirling you smoothly.

You scoff playfully, caressing his left cheek. “If you’re thankful, ride subway with me for the whole week.”

“Easy,” Seungmin, bringing your hand to his lips. “Your wish is my command, you know that, right?”

“All you need is tux and mask to become all flirty, huh? Did you dream to be a Disney prince?”

Seungmin shrugs, pulling you closer so you can rest your chin on his shoulder. The song comes to an end, switching to a more upbeat one when Seungmin’s phone vibrates. Though reluctantly, he takes the call and walks you to the water fountain near the salad bar.

“I’m at Mr. Bang’s party,” he says. “But Father—okay.”

The call ends just like that. Seungmin curses under his breath, wordlessly taking you back to where Jisu and Felix are standing. “I need to go now,” he breaks the news.

“Dude, you just arrived!” Felix protests.

“It’s my father,” Seungmin informs dryly. The redhead’s eyes become softer, and Jisu dismisses her cousin. “Don’t make him wait,” she urges him. “We’ll take care of Y/N. Who knows, she may find someone cooler than you.”

Seungmin looks at you with so much guilt, so you give him your most convincing smile. “Go. You can tell me about it later.”

After giving you one last “I’m sorry” look, he disappears into the crowd.

Felix cheers when the orchestra plays a song he knows. “Ohhh I love this song! Come on Y/N, time to rock the dance floor!”

As you’re about to pull Jisu along with you, Mr. Song walks toward you. He stops, bowing at the three of you. “Miss Y/N, Young Master asked me to take you.”

“Why? I thought Seungmin is meeting his father?”

“He does have some things to take care of, and you’ve been requested to join him.”

You glance at Jisu and Felix who tense at Mr. Song’s news. “Is this bad? What happened?” you try to ask, but Mr. Song only waits for you.

“It’s okay.” Felix rubs your shoulders. “Go with him.”

You nod. “See you guys later.”

Mr. Song guides you out like he knows the building by heart. Once you’re back inside the limousine, he enters the driver’s seat. “Is everything alright, Mr. Song?”

The old man smiles. “Young Master Seungmin is a very nice boy. He has clear goals and works hard to achieve them. And he wants to make you, especially, happy.”

He stops in front of an abandoned warehouse. You open the door before he does, taking off your heels while he holds the door for you. “Just give him a chance,” he says.

You quicken your pace when you hear someone scream. Peeking inside, you spot at least 10 men dressed in all-black surrounding a man who’s sitting on a chair, his hands tied and eyes blindfolded. Blood oozing from several parts of his body, his face completely bruised.

You look back to where Mr. Song is, but he only gestures at you to come inside. You slide the door a bit more to squeeze yourself in, looking up when you hear a familiar voice.

It’s Seungmin, swinging a baseball bat in his hand, his dress shirt stained with blood. “This will be the last time I ask you,” he hisses, sounding nothing like the Seungmin you know. “Tell me where the Hwangs’ secret hideout is. If not, I’m afraid I’ll have to change my weapon with something more impactful.”

One of the men hands him a gun. Seungmin takes it to the hostage, loading it near his ear. “I-I’ll tell you! Please spare me!”

The hostage goes on to provide all information that Seungmin needs. He swings his bat once again, hitting the hostage’s waist before throwing it again. You’re frozen to your spot, the whole event unfolding right before you feels like a stab on your heart. Seungmin runs his hand through his disheveled hair, then notices you standing there.

“What the fuck Y/N what are you doing here?!” he yells, voice shaky and raspy. Seungmin quickly turns around to his people, pointing at the hostage who’s lost his consciousness. “Take him away,” he commands lowly. “You’re all dismissed.”

The men drag the hostage’s body and leave the place quietly. Now, it’s just you and him facing each other. Seungmin is about to take your hand in his, but decides to stop himself when he realizes that they’re covered in blood.

“Did Mr. Song drive you here?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. Your body shakes as you involuntary recall how Seungmin beat the hostage up. The look in his eyes, his emotionless voice, the way he swung his bat without hesitation.

“What are you, Kim Seungmin?” you quiver, taking a step further from him. You need to get out, you need to be anywhere but here. You need something, anything that can make you forget what you just witnessed.

“Please,” Seungmin pleads. “Please Y/N. I’ll tell you everything. Please listen to me.”

“This is what you’ve been trying to hide from me? The fact that you torture people to get what you want?!”

Seungmin eventually grabs your hands, begging you to look at him. “I’m looking for other ways, love,” he utters. “But for now I have to do whatever my father says. His words are law, but I’ve vowed to myself that it won’t be like this for too long. I’ll stop him.”

You swat his hands away. “For years you made me think that we couldn’t be together because I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, that no matter what I did I would never be good enough, that I would never be able to fit in. It turns out you’re just saving yourself, aren’t you Kim Seungmin? You only care about yourself!”

“How am I supposed to tell you that this is me, Y/N? How am I supposed to tell you that this is how my family lives? Would you—,” he pauses, wiping his tear-stained cheeks. “Would you even spare me a glance if you knew that I’m no better than a murderer?!”

“That’s up to me to decide!” you shout. “You don’t get to make decisions for me, Seungmin, but you didn’t even give me a choice in the first place!”

When he runs out of words to say, you force your body to turn around, exiting the warehouse with your last bit of strength left. Mr. Song is waiting for you, your heels ready for you to wear. You slip into them, refusing to look into his eyes when he offers you help.

You feel Seungmin’s eyes on you as you walk away. Even after what happened, you can’t help but return his gaze. He looks broken and lost—on other days, you would have run to him and took him into your arms.

But now is not the time, no matter how desperate you are for answers. You turn on your heels, your heart shattering into pieces as you remember the question Seungmin asked you in Busan.

“Do you trust me?”

Jisu’s maid pushes a trolley full of snacks and drinks into her room. You politely refuse everything, but your friend pours herself a glass of champagne, chugging it down in one go. She lets out a dejected sigh once the maid leaves the room, glancing at you warily.

“I’m so, sorry Y/N,” she whispers. “I can’t believe his father did that to you.”

“Did he really send me there so I could see Seungmin like that? And you knew about this?”

“I didn’t!” Jisu exclaims. “I mean, I do get the gist what his father does, but I never knew it was that bad. And I didn’t know he asked Seungmin to do all the dirty deeds himself. That man and his greed.”

Jisu sits beside you. “The way Seungmin’s family runs the law firm changed since his father took over,” she explains. “I guess this is why he wins every single case now. He does literally everything to win, and he expects Seungmin to do things his way later.”

“Has Seungmin ever told you this?”

“No,” she mumbles. “I know Seungmin’s been stressed high school, but I never knew this was the reason. He’s seeing his therapist almost every day, Y/N. I thought you would help him and vice versa. I know the two of you have liked each other since forever. I’m sorry.”

You wrap your arms around her. “You’ve been nothing but sweet to us. You, Felix, Chan… you guys are my everything.”

“How about Seungmin?” Jisu starts sobbing. “I’ll respect your decision whatever it is, but what are you going to do now?”

You try to clear your mind, imagining how you and Seungmin will be if you live without each other. Will you be able to bear the unimaginable pain? Will he?

“Jisu, do you know if Seungmin’s parents are home?”

“No, they’re in Paris with my Mom.”

“Then can you drive me to his place?”

The Kim family butler takes you to Seungmin’s bedroom. He knocks the door, waiting for a while before opening it when nobody answers. The big room is empty, but the attic ladder is pulled down. “Young Master likes to spend his time in the attic. He probably fell asleep there,” the butler says.

You nod, thanking him before climbing up. The attic is neat and warm, with Seungmin’s photos decorating the walls. Several dog plushies are placed on a small wooden rack, while some get special spots near his mattress.

You lie down beside him, taking a good look of his sleeping form. He’s no longer covered in blood (which definitely makes things easier for you), and his steady breathing calms you down within seconds. You wonder how it feels like having to sacrifice everything in order to have everything. You think about how Seungmin wakes up in fear everyday, waiting for his father’s cruel orders.

“Y/N?”

Seungmin blinks at you, squinting to make sure that it’s really you. “Hi. Your butler let me in.”

He scrambles to get up, but you stop him. “Lie down. You must be tired.”

You scoot closer to him, feeling his body tense up when you circle your arms around his torso. “You can tell me everything now.”

Seungmin begins his story, explaining how his father never says no to clients, no matter how impossible their cases are to win. He often works with his clients to eliminate everyone in their way, using any methods possible. When Seungmin started high school, his father told him to watch how the law firm worked, and eventually forced him to do things by himself so he would “toughen up” and “understand how business works.”

“Mr. Song has been helping me form plans to end this. He’s Father’s most trusted person, so he knows everything. I still do fact checks, of course. I’m trying to be as careful as possible. I’m trying to take down my own father, and if I take even a step wrong, it’ll be over for Mother and I.”

You sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you pat his back softly. Seungmin keeps his hands to his side the whole time, afraid to cross the line although you’re glued to him.

“Father has ears everywhere Y/N. He probably knows how serious I am with you and wanted to test you. I’m sorry you had to see all of that.”

“Test me?”

“Yeah. Whoever decides to stay with me after knowing everything will earn his approval.”

“Has anybody else gone through that?”

“No,” he answers. “Believe it or not, you’re my first girlfriend.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Believe it or not? Of course I do, it’s obvious that you had no dating experience!”

“Y/N,” he calls out. “You’re here to say goodbye, right?”

Seungmin has pulled you away, sitting up and waiting for you to do the same. “It’s okay. If I were you, I’d be so disgusted at myself too. Don’t think about me, just think about what’s best for you.”

“You never… killed anyone, right?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll never do that. You have my words.”

“I trust you, Seungmin,” you state. “I asked myself again and again, but my answer remains the same. You’re not a bad person and I trust you. I know you by heart, and I’ll love you as long as I can.”

You wish you could promise only boy you’ve ever loved an eternal love—it sounds beautiful, something that lasts forever. But you know better than to give Seungmin empty promises. He’ll probably break your heart if life doesn’t allow him to change his world, but you’re willing to take the risk.

Seungmin releases the breath he seemed to be holding for the past few minutes. “That’s my girl,” he praises. “That’s all I could ask for.”

“Let’s only think about now, okay? You’re not alone anymore, you have me.”

You cup his cheeks and capture him in a loving kiss, basking in the warmth of his body when he scoops you into his arms. Seungmin’s gestures still feel hesitant, but you convince him with every kiss, with every sweet word you utter against his lips until he finally melts and kisses you harder, each kiss more ardent than before.

“You’re never lacking in my eyes, don’t forget that,” Seungmin tells you, enunciating each word clearly so you’ll let it sink in. “You’ve always been more than enough. Everything I could ask for.”

You only grin, pecking his swollen lips one more time before allowing yourself to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat.

Both of you let your own images of the future loom over you for so long, feeding yourselves with doubt and fear.

Now it’s time to let go.

more a/n: i spent a long time writing this, i hope this is still good and not boring! i’m happy that my first story in 2020 is for seungmin. the ending is somewhat bittersweet, but it was the only option that felt right to me.

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S3A - E1

Okay, instead of making like massive reblogs of thoughts as I have them for the episodes, I’m gonna just make a massive bullet point list that I’ll add to throughout the episode, so you get One post per episode instead of “Like all nine million of them.”

I put Read-More’s because I care.

Thoughts (of which I have far too many):

I’m in the first ten seconds of the fuckin episode. Why the fuck is Braeden electrocuting Isaac? Like, look, I wanna like Braeden. I have issues with her entire moral system, but I still wanna like her cus’ she saves Isaac. But...how am I supposed to do that when the literal first thing she does is electrocute my boy??? He’s knocked out, not DEAD (not that that’s how shocking someone’s heart even Works) and it’s not like she needs to trigger the healing process. He’s already got Gaping slash wounds on his chest. He’s hurt enough. ALSO. “Be quiet”?? R U Serious? You’re electrocuting him. YOU try being quiet with fucking jumper cables on your chest.

The CGI...is so bad. Oh my god. What the absolute fuck. it looks like Sharkboy & Lavagirl. And why aren’t Ethan & Aiden’s claws doing anything to the bike?

I AM CONFUSION. If the twins don’t have to take their pants off to do the Transformers shit, why do they have to take off their shirts? Can...can I just skip that? Make the big bad werewolf wear an ugly hybrid of two of their stupid ass sweaters? Or do Ethan and Aiden really just like being shirtless that much? (I wouldn’t put it past them)

What is with Braeden and the electricity?

The writing in this show, what the fuck? “I thought I told you to hold on” EXCUSE ME, ma’am. He literally just passed out. His bad I guess.

Guess who has to add the anti-scott tag to this now? Anyway, I hate that Allison’s bit in the intro is her kissing Scott and then drawing the bow. Like, they’re broken up. They don’t get together in this season. Why are they kissing in the intro? That had to have Totally pissed off Scallison fans.

There’s my boy, holding up lizard tattoo designs. Pls tell me he took a pic and sent it to Jackson with the caption “It’s YOU.” Like, yes, way too soon, but man it’s fuckin funny.

This tattoo artist is a good-ass salesman. However, p-sure he’s not a good-ass artist if he had to wrap Scott’s arm up That badly. Like...they have stuff for that. Fuck, the one I got on my ankle, they used SaranWrap and Tape. Just needs to be kept out of the open air for a bit. You don’t need like eight layers of gauze. I do feel for Scott tho. That tat probably cost him like $50-75 before the tip. Oof.

Eyyy, time to be salty. Ya’ll know I love Allison, but does it get any more clear that she totally bailed on everyone after the warehouse? She went to France! She doesn’t even know what happened to Jackson after he got cured. ALSO. Lydia says “Derek taught him the werewolf 101.” Not Scott. Derek. XP

Lydia, honey, leave Allison alone. If she doesn’t want to go on the double date, go alone and make it an orgy. Fun, right? Wait, no. Don’t. You’re 16. Don’t do that!

When exactly did they “agree to give each other the summer”? She said “I’m breaking up with you.” he said “I’ll wait” and then she cried into her dad’s arms. Like...why didn’t we get to see this apparently incredibly important conversation? (maybe because it didn’t happen??)

I fucking LOVE the “I’m just gonna say hi. HEYYYYY! You know....they probably didn’t see us.”

The most horrific thing about that moment was the bad CGI.

I WANNA POINT OUT how cute it is (in a like, sad way cus’ she’s terrified) that Lydia is close enough to Stiles now that she immediately goes for his side and they like insta connect with the eye contact. Not in like a Stydia way, but like, they’re close. she trusts him and goes to him when she’s scared, even though he’s human and you’d wonder if she shouldn’t go to Scott instead, since he’s the werewolf.

SCOTT WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING THE DEAD DEER. Your ability to smell chemosignals/sense emotions has nothing to do with touching. Stop poking the dead animal.

Wait, WHY is there a full moon in that shot? The full moon isn’t for like a week! I COUNTED.

...what? Why the fuck does Braeden think Scott’s an Alpha? Why tho? Like, seriously? WHY? He’s not an Alpha yet. Nowhere near it. And if she knows bc Deaton told her (i think he was the one who hired her) then shouldn’t she know he isn’t one yet? IF SHE KNOWS that she can tell Melissa abt werewolves, WHY doesn’t she know that Scott’s Melissa’s son? Where is the LOGIC?

Scott’s morning routine is giving me Legally Blonde vibes. ~my perrrfectt dayyy, nothing standing in my wayyy~

I can’t tell. did Allison get highlights, or straight up dye her hair brown?

This sweet moment between her and her dad. Yes. Pls.

I will admit, I like getting to see each of their mornings.

Lydia...who are you fucking? Honey, you’re sixteen. Why isn’t whoever the fuck is in bed with you also getting ready for school? What.....the fuck?

Completely different Beacon Hills High School set. I really can’t blame the writers for that.

Wtf Davis? You list Erica and Boyd as being 17...since when? They’re supposed to be entering their Junior Year of high school. They would be 16 GOING ON 17. ANd what the hell do you mean Erica’s birthday is August 16th? She said in the last season that she’d “Just turned 16 a month ago” that was Spring semester. ???? Come on, guys. Seriously. Writing 101, getting to know your characters. I don’t know anyone writing a novel who doesn’t know the exact birthday of their characters. Plus, they cut 2 in. from Gage Golightly’s actual height, while adding an inch to Sinqua’s (according to google, which isn’t always reliable) Whatever. Boooooo.

Uh...that principal was threatened by the Argents. Victoria herself promised to torture him if he didn’t resign. Why does he look so surprised by the fucking sword in his office? For that matter, why is he at the school at all? He KNOWS the Argents attacked him. This should cause problems!

Honestly, Lydia, I love you. Like, go for it. Nothing wrong with not wanting to date and just wanting to have fun. My issues stem from YOU BEING 16. Yes, teenagers have sex. But this is ridiculous. Why is there so much sexualization? I knew a grand total of like....two teenagers who had sex at 16? and like one who did at 15 (which they say in canon she and Jackson were banging before her birthday). Like, it’s not nearly as common as y’all are making it out to be. Knock it off.

WHEN DID MELISSA MEET ISAAC PROPERLY? WHEN did that HAPPEN?

....so why didn’t Derek answer the phone? They literally never explain? He shows up, so...why didn’t he answer?

I’m SO InCredibly Disturbed by Jennifer having everyone’s phone numbers. HOW? In What Way is that REMOTELY appropriate? WHY did no one question it? Why didn’t STILES or LYDIA question it?

So tiny, bugs me so much. He didn’t turn his phone off. He turned his screen off...is it that hard to have him do the right one?

uhhh. Werewolves can smell other werewolves. Wanna tell me why Isaac can’t tell a werewolf just walked in the room? An ALPHA no less?

why TF are Kali’s iris’ and pupils so fucking massive?

So...what was the deal with the birds? Don’t they say later that Jennifer like summoned them? So they aren’t from the Alpha pack scaring animals? And also, how would the Alpha pack be scaring animals if they’re like, in the middle of town? They said in S1 that “wild animal sightings are up” like what 75% or something? “As though something is scaring them out” but that made sense, bc we knew Peter was running around in his full-shift (it’s a fucking full shift, it’s just fucked up) in the woods. But these Alphas aren’t, they’re integrating. So is it Jennifer that the animals are afraid of? Like, does she have sPoOkY aura or something?

More bad CGI.

WHy is no one responding to the woman stumbling around in nothing but a hospital gown?

ONCE AGAIN. Werewolves can Sense Werewolves. SCOTT you sensed Isaac in a BOYS LOCKER ROOM. DUKE IS RIGHT THERE. WHT THE FUCK?

angry smoker doctor “Why don’t you wheel this joker out of here?” “I’m gonna go smoke” Grrr

Sir. clearly your mask wasn’t tied on appropriately. it shouldn’t just Fall Off when you touch it. there are Protocols! STOP THE SPREAD. also, someone wanna tell me why none of these alphas can keep their claws in? A lil flashy flashy red eye would’ve done the trick just fine.

Okay no, seriously what the FUCK is up with these contacts, you guys? THEY”RE MASSIVE???

Ugh, can I just *swoons* “I’m an Alpha!” slice “So am I.” That is just so fucking smooth. Woo. I feel so safe ohmygod. PLUS. Derek KNOWS Ennis. I can’t imagine how satisfying that had to be.

Uh, Derek, honey. You’re Isaac’s legal guardian. You can just Sign Him Out of the hospital. With clothes and everything. What are you doing?

Honey, what do you mean the county took it over? If they were gonna do that they’d have done it six fucking years ago. Unless you gave it to them, it’s still yours? I did the research. Like HOURS of it.

What do you MEAN there’s a magic healing herb that helps with Alpha wounds? Since when do Alpha wounds need extra healing, I thought they just took a lil longer? ALSO why is it growing INSIDE your house???? SCOTT. Isaac is fucking UNCONSCIOUS. Can your tattoo fucking WAIT A MINUTE?

I have so many questions. WHY does Braeden know who Allison is? If Lydia’s immune to magic, WHY is Braeden able to bruise her? WHY can Braeden DO magic? and WHY is Chris allowed to take Lydia out of school?

ALLISON you had Geometry LAST YEAR why are you holding a GEOMETRY BOOK??

ohhhhmygod, Derek. Derek. DEREK. Your eyes are pretty on a normal day. That little Blink and ruby reds thing? Ohmygod. I just. I wanna take a picture and just stare at it BUT. how tf does this whole red eye thing work? You can see in the dark....but now you also have x-ray vision? You know, I could believe it was thermal vision...maybe? If Scott was still healing for some reason maybe the tattoo would be brighter? Otherwise I have no idea what is going on.

BUT SCOTT”S NOT 18??? He’s Still fucking 16, or even 17, but not 18. WTF? He needs parental consent in the first place (i should’ve mentioned this in the other note abt the tattoo)

uhh...seriously? When someone breaks up with you and tells you not to talk to them anymore...why do you need a reward for doing as they asked? Like, yeah, you’re sad, I feel that. But making it a ‘reward’ sounds kinda weird. You know what makes it really easy not to text the ex that doesn’t wanna talk to you? Delete her number.

WHY THE BLOWTORCH? SOMEONE WANNA EXPLAIN? Peter’s not covered in tattoo from when he was literally burned alive, why the FUCK would a blowtorch create a black tattoo on Scott’s skin?

DEREK. HONEY. Why would Stiles be able to hold Scott still??? Scott’s a werewolf.

All this bullshit to explain away Posey’s tattoo that he got. Like, damn dude, we all like tattoos, but you have a job that needs bare arms on the regular. That was kinda rude.

Where did braeden get clothes? I forgot to ask.

uhhhh. Ephemeral might technically work in that sentence, but that’s still really awkward.

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DESTROY HIS DOOR? YOU FUCKING ASSHAT. And WHY the instant fucking grr face? “why’d you paint the door?” uhh, leave him alone? He can do what he wants? It’s his house? Also, don’t get all fucking rude about the alpha pack. He told you it was a rival pack.

KALI. PUT SOME FUCKING SHOES ON. JESUS.

Why exactly does Scott see the symbol and INSTANTLY put together that it’s got anything to do with the Alphas or the animal attacks? Where is the logic jump there?

What exactly was the POINT of popping your claws if you were gonna kick her in the face???

UH, Melissa? Why didn’t you tell Scott that there was a whole other person with Isaac?

What is with the face touching, Duke? I’ve never known a blind person who actually wanted to rub their hands on my face to ‘find out what i look like?’

Really not a fan of all these weird jumps and camera angles with the awkward reflecting.

WOah WOah. Allison gets to PAINT her APARTMENT? Wtf kinda BULlshit is that? My landlord won’t let me do that. Rude.

I know they’re imprisoned and it sucks, but they’ve been there for four months, they had to have gotten bored. Do you think they broke into any of the security deposit boxes to see if anything was left behind?

Last thoughts: They really went for it with this episode. I have plans to change a lot of it. Hopefully I can mesh the changes with the general plotline.

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall #for safety reasons

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slytherinbangchan · 5 years

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Slytherin Bangchan (Hogwarts!Au!)

Blog’s Masterlist.

Gryffindor Jisung SKZ Hogwarts Masterlist.

Pairing: SlytherinChanxHufflepuffReader

-Pure-blood.

-His Patronus is a wolf.

-He's in 6th year, same as you but you never noticed him before.

-Maybe cause you would barely make it in time to classes most days and you don't have time to look around or pay attention to anything else.

-But what can you do?

-Sometimes you just can't wake up in time.

-All that time trying to study even at night.

-There's too much work to do in sixth year.

-Actually that's the reason why you ended up finally acknowledging Bangchan's existence.

-It was one of those multiple nights you had fell asleep at 9 or so over your books in the library after 24 hours without any sleep.

-You woke up a while later to a little chuckle.

-'Hey, you're alive'. He said.

-You rubbed your eyes and looked at that ash gray haired guy.

-He wasn't wearing any specific color which'd help you identify which house he belonged to.

-Just a shirt and a black sweater.

-His robe hanging over one of his shoulders.

-Also two black circles under his eyes.

-He must be used to pull all-nighters too.

-He handed you a coffee. 'I saw you struggling from my table earlier so...' He said. You were still kinda asleep so you just kept looking at him. 'Uhm... I went for some coffee but you were already asleep when I came back'.

-'Oh...Oh! This is for me? Thank you'. You said grabbing the mug.

-He smiled. 'Let's study hard, yeah? Do it in your room tho. It's late so you shouldn't be here'. He said as he walked away.

-After that you've seen him a lot of times.

-Probably he was always there you just didn't notice.

-The funniest thing was to find out who he actually was.

-Cause you asked some of your friends for that library guy.

-Saying he would probably be a Gryffindor or maybe even a Hufflepuff.

-But? Had you really been ignoring his existence all that time even if he was in your own house?

-How oblivious could you be?

-So one day you made it to classes in time and there he was as you all waited for the professor.

-No robe on. Just the shirt.

-He must had the tie on tho right? But you could only see his back at first.

-He was chatting with this guy, Woojin, you know him and he's a Gryffindor.

-So just what you thought, he must be a Gryffindor too.

-Then someone called his name and he turned around.

-You didn't waste a second and looked at his tie.

-Your heart stopping for a moment as you spotted the distinctive green and silver on it.

-He saw you by the way and said hi.

-Your friend asking you how the hell did you know freaking Christopher Bang?

-One of Slytherin's prefects.

-You wondering how did you not know he was one either.

-But he saw you at the library and still you didn't get in trouble.

-He should had have the badge on that night at the library but since he wasn't wearing his robe back then you couldn't see it.

-No wonder you couldn't find him between Gryffindor's or Hufflepuff's sixth years.

-Anyway that was just the start.

-As mentioned earlier you never saw him before but now you see him everywhere.

-He's friends with a guy named Felix.

-He's a Hufflepuff too. 3rd year.

-Some Slytherins would mock Felix from time to time.

-So Chris takes care of him a lot.

-He also tutors him sometimes.

-You never expected to get to this point of fascination for a Slytherin.

-Far less if that person belongs to one of the most competitive houses.

-You don't really enjoy being competitive like that.

-Only when it comes to Quidditch sometimes.

-Anyway you've been watching Chris during Charms.

-Also at herbology.

-If you didn't have a ton of homework you would have followed him around after class.

-But you can't afford that.

-Actually you should forget about him at once.

-Cause you haven't talked since that night at the library and he's taking plenty of room in your mind.

-So today you decide to get back to your study nights.

-This time away from the library.

-You sneak out into the Astronomy Tower.

-You'd love to stay in your common room but it's so difficult for you to focus when there's other people around.

-You sit on the ground and start with your homework.

-Soon the night takes over and you start to feel sleepy.

-Also your stomach growls.

-Why are you like this?

-You sigh and try to stay focussed.

-When you notice the steps that have been walking towards you it's too late to hide.

-You take away your eyes from that book to slowly look up.

-Meeting Chris's smiling face at the end. 'You again'. He says. 'Don't you have a common room?'

-'Ah... I just can't focus there'. You say. Your heart beating fast as he sits besides you.

-'Yeah I get that I'm the same'.

-You want to listen to what he says but your head is somewhere else.

-Mainly wondering why he has to show up the same day you decided to forget about him.

-'So?' He asks.

-'Huh?'

-He chuckles. 'What are you studying tonight?'

-'Oh. Potions. I'm struggling with 'Veritaserum''

-'No wonder. It's a very difficult one'.

-'Yeah but most of you guys seem to understand it just fine'.

-He laughs. 'Yeah, you tell that to Woojin'.

-'He doesn't?'

-He shakes his head and you both laugh.

-You started talking about potions but a couple hours later your conversation is in a completely different point.

-'Are you seriously rooting for Gryffindor on next match?' He asks.

-You laugh. 'Well yeah. If it’s not Hufflepuff I'm going with them'.

-'Unbelievable'.

-You laugh again. 'Why? Are you also on the Quidditch team but I haven't heard?'

-'I could be'.

-'Really?'

-'I stopped playing but I could go back you know'.

-'Only for me to have a reason to go with Slytherin instead?'

-'So me playing for the team would be a valid reason for you to do that?' He asks in a kinda flirty tone.

-You blush lightly as you pretend to think. 'I don't think so, no'. You say, chuckling a little at the end.

-'Liar! You totally would!'

-'How are you so sure about that?' You chuckle again.

-'Cause we're close now'.

-'Oh, are we?'

-He laughs. 'Yeah. And you don't know any other player so the fair thing would be to cheer for your friend'.

-'We're not that close'. You laugh.

-'Ouch'. He dramatically holds his chest. 'So cruel. That hurt. Who's the real Slytherin here, huh?'

-You scoff. 'Clearly you are. Trying to make me feel guilty or something so I betray my team'.

-'Gryffindor is not your team'. He laughs.

-You chuckle too. 'You know what I meant'.

-'Okay, then. Let's have dinner tomorrow'.

-'Huh?'

-'It's pretty late and we should head back to the dorms but I want to get closer to you so let's meet again tomorrow'.

-'Really? Only cause a Quidditch game?'

-He chuckles. 'Sure. Let's go with that. Anyway, I'll wait for you after classes'. He says as he stands up.

-'Okay...'

-'Wow, please don't be so excited'. He says sarcastically as he chuckles.

-That night you went back to your dorm but you didn't sleep at all.

-Too many things and conversations to proccess in just a few hours.

-The day went by so slowly.

-You fell asleep in every corner.

-Last class was Defence Against the Dark Arts.

-And just like he said, Chris was waiting for you at the end of it.

-He took you to dinner but even being the weekend you had to get back to keep studying.

-So you weren't out too long.

-You started meeting him often tho.

-And learnt a lot about him.

-You'd eat together.

-He'd help you out with some classes.

-Such a smart guy.

-As you imagined the first time you saw him he spends a lot of sleepless nights.

-He doesn't study a lot tho.

-He just enjoy spending his nights learning dark and forbidden spells just for the fun of it.

-Maybe also cause he gets bored of the usual ones.

-And he likes to be prepared for anything.

-Somehow he's among the best scores at class.

-Not sure if he cheats or he's just that good at everything.

-In any case as time goes by you can't help but to fall more and more for him.

-Then one day you're just walking around outside in the snow when he stops.

-'So...' He says. 'I've been dropping hints for a while now'.

-You frown as you look at him and he chuckles.

-'As I was saying. I'm not sure if you're purposely ignoring them or you just didn't notice at all'.

-'What are you talking about? What hints?' You ask and he chuckles again.

-'Yeah, I thought so'. He clears his throat and looks at you kinda shyly. 'I like you.... y/n'.

-You don't say anything just blush.

-'I'm sorry to say it like this but I was getting kinda frustrated. I'm not used to take this long to get what I want'.

-You still don't know what to say.

-'Of course you're not a thing or anything I can just 'get' but I mean... I've been flirting with you since that night at the Astronomy Tower and you didn't notice at all'. He chuckles.

-You still just blushing.

-He's starting to feel awkward. 'Can you say something? I feel stupid'. He laughs uneasily.

-'I'm sorry I didn't noticed. I'm an idiot' You look down to the floor.

-'Ah, it's okay probably you didn't cause you don't feel the same?'

-You look at him. 'I do!' You say. 'Actually I couldn't stop thinking about you after the first time I saw you at the library so...'

-You look back to the floor shyly.

-Your hand grasping at his scarf tho.

-He smiles sweetely as he pulls you closer to hug you.

-You can hear his heart beating now.

-’I really do like you a lot'. You say. 'Please, promise me you'll take care of me from now on'.

-He kisses your head as he hugs you tighter.

-'Of course'.

ᴸᶦᵏᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᴮᵃⁿᵍᶜʰᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗ² ᴿᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵐᵘᵗᵗʸ ᴾᵃʳᵗ² ᶦⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ

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issabakugodrangeel · 4 years

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My Second Chance

Skz 10th member Au

A/N: So I’ve actually have written this a long time ago just never had the guts to publish it but my skz feels are making me do this so I hope you guys enjoy this I love reading 10th member Au’s I think they’re fun also sorry for any grammar mistakes still learning

Warning: ITZY will be mention in my story and I don’t mean no hate towards them I thought it’d be a fun to add some drama to this so I do apologize if you guys are ITZY stands again this is just for fan fiction please don’t take it personally 😣

Lisa’s P.O.V

5:00 am

I lean back on my bed, letting out a grunt. I was really never a morning person but I had too since I'm a trainee for JYP Entertainment.

I stayed in bed for a few more minutes and got up to get myself ready for practice today. I had a feeling that today something was going to happen. I couldn't put my finger to it so I just shrugged it off knowing it'd be the same as it always has been for 7 years.

After about 20 minutes of getting ready I got my bag and everything I need before heading off. I quickly stopped at a caffe to grab a drink and a small bite to eat, now making my way over to the JYP building.

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Going up to the practice room, once I opened the doors, I saw 'them' and by meaning 'them' (yes these are the ITZY members) Yeji, Jisu (lia), Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna. They looked at me and just laughed at me. I glance at them before I ignore them and went to my corner to set my things down.

I had some beef with them in the past and I still do. They would always hate on me for some reason. I wouldn't lie if I said they don't try to bully me when they actually do, even tho I'm older than they are. I don't even know what I did to them to begin with. I just remember Ryujin saying 'my kind' shouldn't belong here. I assumed it was my race. My korean was still not perfect but I was at the point were I can keep up a conversation. I never told JYP about this because I don't want to start more drama.

"She still here?" Yeji rolled her eyes at her friends as I heard them whispering stuff about me. At this point I'm used to it. "There's no way she's going to debut, she's been here for 7 years already." Yuna scuffed. "Don't worry girls this just proves her dream is nothing more than a dream." Yeji laughs along with her members.

I rolled my eyes and started putting on my dance shoes. 'I will debut'

"Enough about 'that thing' you won't believe what I heard." Ryujin changed to a different topic. "What did you hear?" Chaeryeong asked her. "You know my friend Han Jisung?" The girls nodded. "Well he told me that his friend Bang Chan is putting together a group and he already has all his member but Jisung told me that they're looking for one more member, and that member happens to be a female." Ryujin smiles.

"what really?" Yeji says. Ryujin nods. "Jisung said he doesn't know who Chan has in mind but it could be one of us." Ryujin tried to contain her exigent. "I'm dying to know who it is." Jisu fixed herself in the mirror. "Well one thing is for shore it wont be 'that' over there." Ryujin teases as the others agreed.

I chuckled to myself like I cared.

"Alright girls start stretching." Our dance teacher comes in as everyone got to their places.

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After a couple of hours I collapsed in the corner of the practice room. I was beyond exhausted. The other girls quickly packed up their things and left. I usually stayed behind to get some practice in. I always like being myself anyways. To be honest I never really fitted in. I wasn’t pretty like the others or skinny. There wasn't really a place for the out-of-place Mexican/American even tho I'm very light skinned most people thought I was some sort of Asian in me. Sometimes It cheered me up but then sometimes it didn't. I didn't try to think much of it as I just wanted to make my dream happened.

I was actually in a group before called B.A.P but we were so underrated but I loved our fans everything was going perfect till our company started treading us like shit and wasn’t paying us right. Slowly one by one each member’s of B.A.P left. It what was best for us even tho it did hurt inside. They we’re everything to me. Luckily I got another chance to be able to debut here at JYP. I still talk to the other members but now as much as before.

Placing my arm over my head to block out the lights I heard the door open, causing me to get up.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” An all to familiar voice says in a heavy Australian accent. He was scratching the back of his head.

I place a hand over my chest to keep my breathing steady. “Oh, no it’s okay.” I said. We stood there in a awkward silence. “Did you need the room? I was just about to leave.” I asked going to pick up my stuff. He reached out his hand to stop me.

“N-no it’s fine. I don’t really need the room.” He says politely. I looked at him confusingly. It look like he has something to say but can’t put it into words. “I actually came here hoping to talk to you. If you have time.”

“You want to talk to me?” I pointed at myself.

He nods. “Yeah, Clarissa right? Do you have a second to talk?” I was shocked he knew my name.

I nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. You can just call me Lisa it’s much better. Sure I got plenty of time. Practice just ended anyways.” I smiled.

“Perfect. Sorry, I’m Bang Chan or you can call me Chris.” He sticks his hand out for me to shake it which I take.

“I know. We had a few classes together but we never talked did we.” I mentioned.

He frowns. “S-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not much of talker to begin with. Also you’ve been apologizing a-lot since you got here.”

He chuckles. “Right, anyways the reason i’m here is because I have something I need to talk to you about.” He starts taking a seat on the black sofa. I sat on his right side.

“You know the show case is next month right.” Chan asked me I nod my head remembering. “Are you signed up?”

“Ahh, not really. For some reason JYP doesn’t want me too.” I give him a sad look.

“Oh. Well, after 7 years of training JYP nim is actually giving me a chance to let me pick out my own group to enter for the show case.”

A smile grew on my face. “Really? That’s amazing wow. I can’t believe he’s actually having that much trust in you.”

“Thanks. Ya, know for someone I just met, you seem awfully happy about this.” He gives me a wired funny look.

“Everyone deserves a chance to debut right? I’ve heard some of your productions and you got some sick beats. You’re really talented.” I said sitting crossed legged. Even if we haven’t talked I’ve seen him hanging in the building a lot with headphones on his head. I really do admire his work.

“Thanks, again. You’re pretty amazing yourself. I was a fan back in your B.A.P days. And I’m one of your subscribers too.” He smiles. I gave him a small sad one in return.

“Really? You’ve been there since then?” I asked in aw and kinda embarrassed. Yet I felt very grateful.

He nods.“To tell you the truth, I already picked out my members I think I want to debut with.” I think I knew where he was going with this. “But, I figured there was something missing. I talked to JYP about this as I was forming the group and he thought it would be a great idea.” He stop for a moment as if he was nervous to say the next sentence. “I had this idea of adding a female member to my team. He wasn’t sure about it at first till I mention a certain someone.” I could feel my heart accelerate.

“Lisa, I wanted to ask you to join my team.” He glances up at me meeting my eyes. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “ I know you’re probably still hurting from your pervious group. And I know I’m asking a lot form you to having you be in the same situation again, but I honestly feel like having you in our team could take us somewhere.”

A lot was happening in my head at the moment. A huge part of me wanted to scream yes i’ll join your team but at the same time I was feeling scared. Being in all boy group again just made me relive the hate I have received. I didn’t wan’t Chan’s group to go through that with me.

“You really want me to be in your team?” I said with a shaky voice.

He gently grabs my hands in his. “ From the start I was forming the team, I always had you in mind. When I first heard you were going to be a trainee here I fanboy so hard. I wish I had the nerve to talk to you back then, but JYP told me how B.A.P was falling apart and I didn’t want to be selfish and snatch you when you lost a family.”

The moment he held my hands this warm feeling sparked off.

“How about this? You don’t have to give me an answer now, come with me and meet the other members tomorrow for lunch. I have a feeling once you meet them things will be different.” I don’t know why I was being pulled to him. It was like the universe was telling me to go with him.

“Okay..... I’ll meet them.....”

‘Why do I feel like this was meant to be?’

Chan just gave me the biggest smile.

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Lisa SKZ 10th Member Masterlist

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids 10th member #stray kids 10th member Au #bang chan #kim woojin #Lee Minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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migleefulmoments · 4 years

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Wait, is awesome-fanfictionada Abby's new alias? The posts have the same pompous air to them and the "tween daughter" feels like a fake contrived insertion to make the person sound more woke and in touch with younger people. I mean, how many times can a person say "tween daughter"? Are they trying to prove something? This journal might've been around for a bit but it's certainly become highly active and utilizing all cc-arsenal smoothly at a questionable time when Abby's "gone". Just saying...

Ya know...I was thinking the same thought about “tween daughter” today but I don’t think it’s Abby. She knows too much which feels really weird but she does seem to be going through the masterposts as she’s reposting all sorts of old posts. She has asked some good questions and noticed some of the issues we notice but she accepts their “FACT” answers and is already turning everything into confirmation bias after having a blog for 6 weeks. It’s weird becuase Abby rose up right as Michelle left and this is happening again but Abby never had the patience or tolerance for anything but the “Darren is perfect”, “Mia is evil” storyline. In this post, you can see that awesome noticed that Chris keeps making snarky comments about Klaine- Abby was never willing to see the interview as anything but a love letter to Klaine. (Why in the hell did Chrisdare split A/non?) In the second ask below Awesome puts Chris in a higher pedestal than Darren and Abby NEVER did that.But hey, it’s all weird, what does everything else think?

Anonymous asked:What happened with Mia, why everyone hates her? I'm new at this :

chrisdarebashfulsmiles answered: A/non this is a long story. A lot of us tried to ignore her as much as possible for years. You of course already know that she’s a beard ( honestly not an opinion but a fact proven by a lot of things, public and not - let’s talk about her living with her real bf “and D” for example) and this wouldn’t have been a problem if she wasn’t the daughter of a powerful couple and she was kind enough to truly love other people than herself. Because in that case she would have been a perfect beard and a wonderful friend for D. But unfortunately for D mostly the reality is way different.I can say to you, while suggesting to keep an eye for some posts about her here, that we have public video and post reporting how much awful she could be with D and his fans. Or we wanna talk also about her fans? With the excuse of going full bearding following D everywhere every time ( obviously she talked about grueling work and heavy travel schedule in 2015) she and his group stole the money asked with a fundraising for a new video. And don’t forget: She’s rich AF. Our despising is mostly related to the shit she does to D, tho.

leka-1998 It’s been 2 years since they forced the encagement. Almost 1 year since the sham mockery and not even 1 month since everyone and their mother included it in their 2019 recap. And would you look at what’s happening, there are still people coming here wondering if something’s wrong.Archives here are a good place to start. Let me just say one thing. She’s mocked Cor/y’s death because an interview had to be rescheduled and she was not happy about it. She’s an all around bad person and the complete opposite of what D stands for.

awesome-fanfictionada On this topic - M - do you have any insight on the k/laine e/xplained interview? I always had an “off” feeling whenever watching it and now I got to know M directed it?! I find it a lot off-putting, what with D’s exaggerated laughing (trying to hard?) and the weird mood changes (like after D says they’re buddies - C says they hate each other - D repeats it and his face suddenly falls a little) or C who presents us with a string of snarky remarks on both k/laine and the fans who wish they could take a picture together! But would it not be kind of normal to? And to reconnect with the other post about W - if they really did want to stop people talking about D and C being together, why not have the two couples spend time together? Would have been the simplest thing but still, no. Like last Halloween for example - If it wasn’t that those pictures almost amount to a “proof” of c/hillaren instead :) Well, I’m slowly reading all your posts from the beginning of time. Sorry for asking or stating obvious things! ,

Anonymous asked: I love Cc, but I just can’t imagine C agreeing with all this and if he did, my heart still hurts for him.

cassie1022 answered: Nonnie, you’re more than entitled to your opinion. I, respectfully, disagree. C is not a victim in all of this. He made a conscious and willing decision to stand with D. He’s just as culpable in all of this as D is and he’s tried to show that on more than one occasion. I’m not heartbroken for C and I don’t think he would want us to be. At the end of the day, he has a love most people only dream about. Many people perceive C as being the more fragile of the two, and I think that’s a grave mistake. C’s the glue that holds them together. He’s always had to fend for himself and the world wasn’t always kind to him. D grew up in this seemingly perfect little world where he trusted everyone and thought people were mostly good and that’s part of why he’s in this situation.

flowersintheattic254 You only have to watch the impact theory interview to see what drives C. C is strong and he stands up for those who are marginalized. C is tough and stronger than people give home credit for and he’s loyal too.

awesome-fanfictionada I agree with the loyal and strong very much - the impact theory interview is that where he says he’s not a victim anymore and he doesn’t let people hurt him? Cause I loved that interview. The thing that gets me with C is that I perceive him as honest all the way through, which is weird cause I normally distrust people - but in all these years after G/lee ended he has been loyal and has never betrayed or even directly talked about D (for what I know). The same cannot be said about D, whose behavior always puzzled me even before I knew about cc!

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Notebooks and Post-it’s - chapter 4 - (Branjie) - thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you have as much fun reading it.

Listen… I might have gone and been doing somethin’ a Lil dumb… or maybe a lot of dumb,” Silky looked on with dread, as the younger queen was twisting her hands - seeming distressed in a way that she had only been in connection with one simple subject… or someone.

“What bitch? As long as you ain’t touching that Canadian ice Queen, you golden.” Vanjie’s steps faltered slightly as he kept on pacing, trying hard to avoid looking Silky in the eye.

“ I mean...”

LINK TO AO3

José was frantically knocking, hoping that her friend wasn’t snoozing just yet.

“Fuck, Silk! Open the motherfucking door. Code red, bitch. Co-“ he wasn’t keeping his voice down, not caring that it was after midnight and that the guest probably wouldn’t take kindly to being woken up by his foghorn voice.

The door was opened by a bleary-eyed Silky, who was rubbing her squinting eyes with her glasses in her hand.

“Why you be waking me with your screaming and knocking, bitch. You know us beauty queens be needing at least 8 hours of sleep to look as good as -“ As Silky finally put on her glasses, she noticed how bad the smaller queen looked, his body vibrating with energy and agitation.

“Fuck, Vanj. What happened?” The big queen had a suspicion, but hoped to both God and the ever-loving Jesus, that she was wrong.

“I’ve gone and been a stupid ho…” He hurriedly barged past Silky, walking into her hotel room, immediately pacing the length of the room.

“What?” Closing the door after herself, Silky tried to clear her sleep-deprived brain, so she could understand what was going on. She tried to focus on Vanjie, but he was walking back and forth quicker than a queen at a wig sale.

“Listen… I might have gone and been doing somethin’ a Lil dumb… or maybe a lot of dumb,” Silky looked on with dread, as the younger queen was twisting her hands - seeming distressed in a way that she had only been in connection with one simple subject… or someone.

“What bitch? As long as you ain’t touching that Canadian ice Queen, you golden.” Vanjie’s steps faltered slightly as he kept on pacing, trying hard to avoid looking Silky in the eye.

“ I mean...”

“Vanj, you dirty ho.” Silky sat her fine ass down on the bed, feeling tired. Not just because she had been awake for more than 20 hours, but also because she didn’t want to rehash the whole Branjie telenovela. And the way Vanjie was looking had 4 different alarms going on in her head.

“Bitch, I know.” Vanjie finally looked Silky in the eye nervously.

Silky knew what had to be done, and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

“Fuck, I ain’t awake enough for this.” She scrolled through her contacts, searching for the number of a certain someone who would be able to set Vanjie straight.

“Nah, Silk don’t - I’ll just-“ understanding what was about to happen, Vanjie walked towards her, but Silk raised her hand in a stopping motion, effectively shutting up Vanjie - an achievement in itself.

“You sit yo stupid ass right the duck down and enjoy the ride. Imma call auntie Kiki, no matter what you be thinking, you idiot…Loooord have mercy…”

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Nina lightly pushed against the already slightly unlatched door, fearing what she would be met with. She had run as fast as she could down to Brooke’s hotel room after receiving a text that just said,

Please come. Need help. Room 417.

“Brock?”

“Hiiiiii Miss Nina!” Sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and a stupid smile on his face, Brock seemed deceivingly cheerful. The almost empty vodka bottle in his hand, however, told a different tale of alcohol indicated that the smile was due to alcohol and not joy.

“Please tell me that bottle wasn’t full when you began?” Nina closed the door behind herself and walked towards Brock, already dreading the night she had in front of her.

“You betcha, it was,” he was giggling, but Nina could see the dried tear stains on his cheeks as she sat down next to him.

“Give it here.” She tried to take the bottle from his grasp, but he tightened his grip. “Brock, give it. You’ve had enough. More than enough. Jesus, we have a show tomorrow!” He stubbornly kept holding on to the bottle.

“Nope. I still remember.” His voice was low, almost reverent.

“Remember what?” Nina lightly pushed against his shoulder, trying to figure out what had pushed him over the edge this time.

“His lips, his smile…. how he felt in my arms… I need to forget.” José. Why was she surprised?

“It’s been six months. Shit Brock, I think I need to call Steve if you keep this up”. Brock leaned his head against Nina’s shoulder, trying to seek comfort.

“Six months? I kissed him today?” It was mumbled against Nina’s shoulder, almost too low to be decipherable.

“I know you don’t want to but this can’t keep…. you did WHAT?!”

“Sucked his cock, too” Brock looked sheepishly up at Nina through his lashes. His drunk eyes a weird mix of mischief and hurt.

“... I’m sorry, WHAT?”

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“So lemme get this straight. You went down to his Lil dressing room before the show and ended up having a Lil Kai Kai and then he went icy as Chris Evans in that marvel movie and left you with yo dick hard?” A’keria was standing in front of Vanjie who was on the bed. She had a fluffy bathrobe and looked both unimpressed and tired as hell.

“Uh-huh.” Vanjie seemed to have shrunk in on himself, A’keria’s disapproval making him look like a little schoolboy who was being chewed out by his teacher.

“And then yo stupid ass decided to go back after the show, thinkin’ “imma speak with lil Miss Hytes” and then she both blew yo mind and your cock? Am I missing something here, Mary?”

“... nah, that’s all,”

Faster than Silky could react, A’keria leaned closer to Vanjie and slapped him on the back of his head.

“OW!! Bitch what the fuck?” Vanjie shrieked at A’keria, rubbing where she had hit him. Silly knew from experience that Auntie Kiki had a mean slapping hand when she disapproved of your choices, and sent a silent look of understanding to the tiny Puerto Rican in his moment of pain.

“You a damn fool. Gurl, ya’ll went and broke up. I know the boy is good in bed, but you don’t need no post-it relationship, boo.” Sighing, she sat down next to Vanjie. “You be needing a man who can hold your hand in daylight not just suck your dick in stupid ass dressing rooms after hours. You know a “you a bird and he a bird” kind of relationship?”

“A’keria… fuck, I know.”

“Then why did you go and done it? You just got over his pasty white boy ass.”

“Well…”

“Vanj. José… you guys ain’t good for each other, you know this. That’s why ya’ll decided to break up. Just get through the tour in Europe and ya’ll don’t have to see each other for a couple of months.”

“You right,” Vanjie leaned his head against A’keria’s shoulder, seeking comfort, as she draped her arm over his shoulder, giving him a tight hug.

Silky woke from her slight slumber on the bed. Seeing her two Dream Girls hugging it out, she decided to join them. As she gave them a big bear hug, she leaned close to Vanjie’s ear.

“... was it good, tho? Did your man suck it good? Did he take you to new… Hytes?”

“Shut the fuck up, Silk!” The shriek from Vanjie only barely covered the scream of pain from Silky as A’keria simply leaned over and gave her one of her patented Auntie Kiki disapproves slap, to the back of the queen’s head.

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“So…”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm.”

“I know.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Fully aware, Nina.”

“Brooke. We talked about this.”

“Shit, I-“ Brock ran his hand over his face. Attempting to clear his head and make himself sober up a bit, “I know, just…”

“You’ve been spiralling. This whole tortured artist who drinks and smokes to forget shit is getting real old, real quick.” Nina shook the vodka flask for emphasis.

“I am trying” Brock mumbled, knowing that Nina was right, but not wanting to admit it.

“Are you? ‘Cause to me it seems like you’re self-sabotaging. You guys broke, you were the one who ended it. It sucks, but that doesn’t mean that you have to suck him. Like, you move on.”

Nina felt like a broken record. Sure, the fact that the two idiots had somewhat made up was new, but this? Comforting Brooke over Vanjie? That had been her life ever since the reunion had happened.

“I just miss him. I see him almost everyday, and I still miss him.” His voice was small. Nina knew that this level of emotion was only reserved for drunk Brock, as he always his behind his mask of professionalism during the day.

“I know. But hon, he moved on. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You’re supposed to be having the time of your life, not moping over your ex. You’re our reigning queen.”

“It hurts,” Nina sighed, knowing that this could take the rest of the night. Already dreading the morning with rehearsals and meet & greet’s.

“Right, but you need to stop this,” Brock finally looked up at Nina, exasperated.

“How? We have Europe after this week”. Which was true, the three queens saying yes to dxp months ago, way before the reunion, when Branjie seemed like the best of friends.

“Okay…” Nina looked around the hotel room, searching for something that she could use. Her eyes spotted a notebook lying on the top of the side table next to the bed. She quickly got up from the floor, her knees cracking and her back aching. Reminding her that drag did not do a body good.

“Right… so here’s what you’re going to do!” Nina grabbed the notebook and threw it down to Brock, who amazingly caught it.

“You are going to write down all of these feelings. All of these memories. Just all the stuff that want to tell him. Write it down on those pages. See it as an outlet, a way for you to get it all out…”

“Right and-“

“And then you are going to cut down on those cigarettes. And Jesus, will you please slow down with the drinking. Please. If not for yourself then for me” Nina stared into Brock’s eyes, searching for some affirmation that he understood what she was saying.

“Okay,” He was nodding slowly, donning a wry smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Promise me,” Nina wasn’t dumb, had known Brock for too long, to let him find a loophole.

“I promise.” Nina just looked at him unimpressively. “Okay. Fine. I promise you that I will cut down on the cigarettes, slow down the drinking and write in the goddamn notebook. Happy?”

“Immensely.” She could see that he wanted to ask her. But that he was too proud, so she threw him a lifeline.

“Do you need me to stay?”

“Please.” The look of sheer gratitude on Brock’s face told Nina all she needed to know, as she helped him get up from the floor, tucking his long body into bed, and cuddled into his side, hoping that her nearness would give him some sense of comfort.

These two idiots.

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“What’s the Tee, Christine?” Silky looked at Vanjie with knowing eyes. A’keria had left them alone, stating that she couldn’t deal with their bullshit, warning them that they shouldn’t wake her unless Oprah showed up.

“... I just… have you looked at him lately?” Vanjie was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, looking almost lost.

“Sure. Blond wig, unclockable mug and them dance moves… he fine, he always been fine.” Something that Silky would never admit to the Canadian’s face, but he trade. That wasn’t a secret.

“No… like… you seen his face? Like them bags under his eyes the size of Michelle’s titties? How he be drinkin’ like it’s Mardi Gras up in here?” Vanjie looked at her searchingly.

“Well…”

“He ain’t right, Silk. I worry bout him.”

“Vanj. That ain’t yo job no more. Not yo monkey and defo not yo circus.” Which was true. But Silk has noticed. And she was worried too, it Vanjie didn’t need to know that.

“But what if I want it to be?”

“Then you a stupid ass bitch, who makes bad choices”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Banjie huffed, smiling sadly.

“But boo… if you went them cookies, then go get those cookies, ya know,” Silky knew that she wasn’t helping, but she couldn’t stand to see that sad face on the otherwise happy tornado of energy that was Vanessa Vanjie Mateo.

“What, but A’keria-”

“Is right. And yo is a stupid dick hungry queen who should be spending time getting pounded by some unknown twink in every new city… but if ya want that Canadian bacon? Then go get it. Munch, munch, crunch, crunch, bitch.”

Silky and Vanjie looked at each other for a beat, before they cackled louder than two seagulls who had just seen some fresh fish.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #nina west #silky nutmeg ganache #akeria davenport #angst #hurt/comfort #post break-up #canon compliant #notebooks and post its #thankyoumissvanjie #s11

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mschrisaholic · 5 years

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Woman can really be the weakness of man!

!!!ENDGAME SPOILER!!!

Imagine:

You’re one of the casts of the Avengers: Endgame. You and other casts watched one of the fake scenes which Captain is killed by Thanos (RDJ’s ig post) on the set after you finished filming the big fight scene of the movie. What happened then???

P.S.~

English is not my first language, so please do forgive me if I make any mistakes, which I am so sure that there are some in my writing;)) Enjoy~

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— Your shared hotel suite with Chris in Atlanta —

“Babe, it’s almost the time, we need to be on set.” Chris was the first one to be waken up by the alarm, as he was sleeping next to you, he held you tighter in his arms and muttered while he was hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t wanna film that scene, it’s too emotional for me. I don’t wanna say goodbye to Tony…” You turned around to face Chris and you did the same thing as Chris did.

“Trust me, nobody wants,” Chris stroked your hair and laid a kiss on it, “but still, we need to film that.”

“It’s the first time I hate my job that much…”

“Hey, it’s nice that you still got me with you, right?” Chris pulled you out of his arms so that he could stare in your eyes.

“Right! I’m gonna order room service. What do you want for breakfast, big boy?”

“You.” Chris said and he gave you a passionate kiss.

“Sorry, sir,” you pulled him away, “She’s not available right now because of her morning breath. She’s only available for dinner.”

Chris laughed and for sure, grabbed his left boob.

“Remind me to order it tonight then! I’m gonna have bacon and eggs now.”

“Then I’ll have pancakes so that we can share!”

After you had breakfast, Chris and you headed to the set to film the most emotional scene in the MCU history ever.

— On the set of Avenger: Endgame —

“Y/n!” RDJ saw you and he yelled your name immediately. Well, you’re one of his favorite casts on set cause you’re like the first one to support all his parties and the first one to laugh at his jokes. Sometimes, you don’t even laugh at Chris’s but RDJ’s and silly Chris will be slightly jealous of him.

“Robert!” You got rid of Chris’s hand and ran to give RDJ a big hug. Chris pouted a bit and followed your steps.

“Hey, it’s not my last day today. Are you gonna cry for me like hell that day then?” RDJ hugged you back and gave you a pat on your upper back.

“Trust me, she is! She is on the verge of crying this morning.” Chris stroked your hair and answered the question for you.

“Yeah, I am. Today is already too much for me.”

“It’s good that the sentimental Chris here got someone who is as emotional as him. You’re lucky, man. Maybe instead of holding a party tonight, I should hold a crying ceremony.”

“Oh thanks, Robert. But Chris and I can have one whenever we want, as we are too emotional all the time.” You said and faked crying, which made RDJ and Chris laughed.

After you three had chatted a while, the Russo’s brothers gathered every cast to get ready for the big fighting scene, the scene that everyone fighting against Thanos.

The stunts in the scene almost killed you to be honest, you needed to flip around and also did the wire-flying thing.

After filming the bug fighting scene, you went to find your boyfriend, tried to find some comfort after all the tough stunts that you did. When you went to Chris’s trailer, you couldn't see him and Mark called you from behind.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Mark! You're finding Chris too? He's not here.”

“He's filming. Do you wanna go watch? Many of us are there.”

“We can watch that? My script didn't have something like this...”

“Yes, we can watch that! Even me! Come with me!”

Well, even Mark could watch it, then why couldn't you? So you followed Mark.

When you’re on the set, you saw Josh was standing on the rock, in the middle of your boyfriend and Robert, Hemsworth was lying on the ground not far from them.

“Action!"

After the Russos’ brothers yelled action, the wire started hanging up Chris in the air when Josh the Thanos was holding Chris’s neck so tightly. You saw Chris the Captain America struggling from the grip. You knew what was going on and you couldn’t help but started crying. You gripped Mark’s arm. When you saw Chris failed to get rid of Thano’s grip and fell on the ground. You started to gave Mark’s arm a much tighter grip and sobbed.

The Russos’ brothers finally yelled “Cut”, but it was too late for you to stop crying already. Maybe there’s nothing to stop it already, knowing that Tony was dying already hurt you so much, and now even Captain America was killed by Thanos? You could feel your heart was already shattered in pieces.

You couldn't properly speak, all you could do was staring at Chris, the Captain America, who was now climbing up from the ground, patting off the dust on his suit while he was looking around the set.

Chris's smile got widened when he saw your figure, but it started fading once he realized that you're sobbing. Mark standing next to you gave Chris a puzzled look and shrugged at him. Chris ignored Hemsworth who was trying to talk to him about the scene and ran to you.

“Y/n, what's wrong?” Chris asked once he was facing you.

You couldn't say anything because of your crying, all you could do was holding Chris into your arms holding him so tight in your arms.

Chris tried to comfort you by patting your back and asked you what happened.

“Y/n, what happened? Hmm?”

“They can’t do that to you… Tony is gonna die and Captain America dies too… I don’t think I can take this…” You tried your best to say something with your shaking voice.

“Oh god...” Chris said as he stroked your hair gently, trying to soothe you.

RDJ, the Russo's brothers and the other Chris followed your boyfriend and then they were standing next to you two and the other casts.

“Tell her, Chris.” RDJ whispered to Chris, who was still holding your crying figure.

Chris got what RDJ meant but he was not so sure about it, everybody knows the “No spoiler” rule. So instead of directly telling you, he looked at the Russo's brothers and of course, he received nods from both Anthony and Joe.

Chris pulled you away from his hug and held your hands in his instead. Then, he led you to his trailer while you were still kinda sobbing and when you two were there, he let you sit on the couch.

“Hey, y/n.” Chris sat next to you on the couch and held one of your hands in his while his other one was wiping your tears away.

“I can’t see both of my favorite heroes die… Especially you… Although I’m not playing your love interest in the film, it still hurts so much.”

“I know. It’s because you love me so much. But what I’m trying to you is that it’s all fake. The scene that you’ve just watched is a fake one, it is used to fool all of you."

“Oh god, thanks god. But why are you telling me? Isn’t it forbidden to do so?” You were too happy and you throw your arms around his neck.

“Well, while you’re crying back then, I was approved by the directors. Thanks for being so trustworthy. What can I say, woman can really be the weakness of man!”

“Oh god! I’m so happy for you, for Cap. God, I must have acted so silly.” You chuckled while you're now wiping your now happy tears away.

“I'm glad that you're crying for me and for my character, but your tears do scare me a lot. I'm so worried.”

“I know. I'm sorry. But hey, what's the ending of Captain then? Did he go back in time and find Peggy?” You asked Chris the question that you've always wanted to ask him.

“Um... I didn't get approved to answer that one, y/n.” Chris pouted.

“Do you think my tears will work again this time?” You smiled mischievously.

“I don't think it will for them, but it definitely will for me. I don't wanna see you cry tho, so please don't cry. Whenever you cry, I don't know what I can do and I start getting panic.”

“Oh no. You don't, babe.” You held Chris in your arms and he put his arms around your torso. You two just stayed like this until RDJ came and called you two out.

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cherrymoonvol6 · 5 years

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i binge watched all of skam españa s1 yesterday for the first time (cause i didn't really care about any of the remakes until the skam in my first language went for a wlw season, which FUCK YEAH) so here are a couple (or more) thoughts about it:

inés was... uf. a straight up savage. like i really saw how much she hated eva.

i love that the stairs became a regular, particular location for eva and jorge. it really felt unique for them and made their relationship stand out for me in the remakes.

i thought this too while watching s2 but the boy squad interactions feel SO genuine. i really felt like watching my own classmates talking, like they got everything about teenager boys' interactions down. and yay the whole group doesn't look like a bunch of instagram models together! probably my fave thing about skames

i LOVE all the changes they did. the only remake i saw beside this was skam france, which felt like the original in almost every way except that the original was superior in literally everything. watching it was almost like a recap of og s1 but ten times worst. but skam españa had a lot of interesting and good changes that had me legitimately wondering what could happen next

i was really sold on noreva for this season. like nora really proves to be a great friend!!! i dislike that every noreva interaction after the cristian scandal was like... eva self-pitying and saying no one likes her and nora being like :/ and comforting her in every way possible, like i don't remember that og eva was so annoying when the shit hit the fan??? but besides of that nora and evas friendship felt really nice and genuine

viri really got on my nerves this season despite not being overly hateful towards amira. i don't think she earned her place in the girl squad but i hope they prove me wrong lmao

i like that the girls really feel like the losers of the school. because they don't look like supermodels. and i saw eva's no makeup face with acne at times which made me so happy??? bc it's not often we get teenagers without super clear skin, which is bullshit. so that was cute!

but speaking about that... idk how i feel about cris being casted with this girl who resembles no physical characteristics to the og chris aside being white. og chris was pretty much a one dimensional character whose only purpose was to react exactly like the other ones and throw a shallow phrase there and there, and in that sense this cris felt much more fleshed out, which i like. but especially knowing cris is the host of s2, it makes me feel like they didn't want to flesh out a fat, non-conventionally attractive character in a wlw season and instead went for an actress who's easily the prettiest one in the bunch. thinking we could've gotten a much more physically relatable character for such an important season for me makes me feel sad and frustrated. not to give irene shit cause she has the acting range! but yeah. not really a fan of that.

my fav change was perhaps how they handled the penetrators sweater thing. cause every remake feels like they make a similar version of the sweater without never really explaining what are the penetrators about, but skames handled it really well? like the herpes thing is gross af but it also felt funny lmao. and the vaginal herpes thing means they skipped the "i think im pregnant" drama which i LOVE cause i hated that part lmao.

i don't really connect with amira at all cause... me and religion are not the best partners yikes. but like... everyone gave amira so much shit for her religion all the time. like i physically cringed at some moments bc the girls were too hard on her. having watched s2 i think it's a nice buildup to her season, tho. like amira was way more sweeter than what she should've been imo!

connecting with any eva besides og eva is... so hard to me? i can't help but see her like a secondary character everywhere. eva in this season had a bit to it and i especially felt it bc they were trying to develop the others' relationship as well (viri and alejandro, nora and alejandro, cris and hugo, etc). the actress (idk her name rip) is really good as well, she really conveyed that eva feeling super great and her emotions felt really raw and real

my impressions of alejandro ranked from thinking he's a kinda decent fuckboy, to being genuinely surprised at him apologizing at viri by himself, to absolutely hating him when he said he won't take a no for answer. and fuck eva for laughing at that, too. that shit ain't cute and that's my main problem with noorhelm. but anyways, with alejandro moving on with inés on s2 i felt like that bit was changed so. so maybe i won't hate that bitch as much in the nora season, who knows. (also i read a couple people saying this alejandro is the most handsome william and i agree, like i really could fall for this bitch for a couple of minutes)

it's sad that lucas and viri were the weakest actors in the season, particularly bc i liked what they did with lucas, having him realize he's gay before meeting spanish!even and come out to his friends on his own. like lucas' actor has two facial expressions on this season and viri is just.... ugh. also lucas coming out now probably means he'll find his even as a background character in other season, which is cool bc i don't think lucas' actor will have the acting range to host an entire season by himself

and??? those are it??? i liked it way more than i thought i would. i have my complaints but i think they handled a couple things better than the og and from start to finish it felt very different to what the og did while keeping the important bits. so... 7/10! good.

#skam españa #skames #skam spain #skam españa s1

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ruckusheaven · 6 years

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A Coon In A Colorful Heaven: Chapter 3- “So Where Should We Begin?”

Coon- A black person who is ignorant to white discrimination and unknowingly suffers with self hatred.

This chapter continues to follow the eternal story of a man named Damien. When we last saw Damien he had finally arrived into Heaven after mysteriously being let through by his personal Angel “Angie”. But not long after arriving to Heaven, Damien soon discovered that the pain and damage that he caused as a Mortal still continues to follow him as a Spirit. After having a small altercation with his Aunt Pam, Damien began to wonder if being in Heaven would truly be paradise for him; But within that same instance he realized that he was starting to deteriorate just like his “judgment room” began to when he was being Judged. Now his only chance of staying in Heaven will comes from the assistance of his Grandson Chris...

Damien: *staring in shock* My.. Grandson?... Veronica had a child

Chris: Ya’know even though i already knew you didn’t know this.. Hearing you so surprised really shows how disconnected you two were..

Chris: Well are you gonna let me help you up or would you rather lay here until you disappear?

Damien: *grabbing Chris's hand* sorry im just a little shocked is all... I never knew..

Chris: *pulling Damien up* Well how could you have known? Leaving your wife and child behind will do that

Damien: *staring down at the ground in shame*...

Chris: Come on, i’ll take you some place we can talk quietly

*Damien and Chris begin to walk down their street*

Damien: *looking around* Our zone really is beautiful.. it feels like i’m back in Philly but nothing looks like Philly

Chris: Yea i know what you mean. Our zone was created a few hundred years ago by one of our elders.

Chris: Since then hundreds of our family bloodline began to add and change it more and more. From adding new structures, to changing how the air feels

Chris: But what amazes me most is that no matter what changes, everything still feels perfect.

Damien: *sees little kids flying thought the sky* yea.. i think i get what you mean

Damien’s Family Zone was like no other.Their Zone had a very odd mix of typical city blocks mixed with rural areas.The buildings themselves had their own unique feel and shape. Some stretched almost endlessly into the sky while most stood only few feet high. Some were made out of brick and wood, while others were floating in the sky made up of soft fabrics. People flying and walking, kids playing and running, Men and Women dancing and talking with soulful music playing in the background. The Zone itself just felt like a relaxing Fall afternoon mixed with a chill breeze carrying a very slight scent of Vanilla and Honey.

Damien: This place.. this realm.. it’s like i have so many questions about it but it truly feels like there’s no point in asking anything about it.. like there’s no reason at all..

Chris: Oh trust me you’ll definitely have an almost endless amount of questions. But i honestly think that the most beautiful part about Heaven is that i can take my time to understand every detail if i wanted to, and still discover something new or create something new. And whatever matters or doesn’t is truly up to me

Chris: I can ask questions or i can just enjoy not knowing which is something that isn’t punishing here.

*Chris and Damien walk into a park, where they both sit on a old Wood Park bench*

Chris: So before we began, do you have any questions for me?

Damien: Honestly i don’t know where to begin..

Damien: Like i have so many questions like; How were you in Heaven before me? Where’s Veronica and Lexis, and what’s happening to me?

Chris: Ha, you’re really do have some heavy questions.. But for no lets stick to the one’s that will help you the most before you disappear

Chris: First off what you’re going though is basically called a Soul Confliction

Damien: Soul Confliction..

Chris: Yea basically your soul can’t decide on whether it should be here or not.

Chris: Judgement isn’t done God or Peter it’s done by you yourself. You truly know if what you’ve done in your life is wrong or not, which is why the judgment room prevents you from being able to lie

Chris: Deep in our hearts we know our truths and what we did. The people that can truly accept their failings and are able to learn and change from them can make it into Heaven. But those that refuse to believe what they did was wrong and basically rebuke what’s going on, goes to Hell.

Damien: So basically i’m in the middle..

Chris: Bingo, It’s not uncommon tho. I say for every 1 million souls a few thousand are Conflicted. What’s alarming to many is that the number of conflicted are being to rise more and more.

Chris: But that’s a whole nother fiasco

Damien: Well what is it that i need to do to get rid of my conflictions..

Chris: That leads into what happen to mom which leads into what happened to me..

Chris: See.. whether you know it or not you hurt mom to a point of almost no return.

Damien: Bullshit! i never once hurt Veronica. I gave her the world when i was around. From toys to great schooling, there was nothing that she ever needed that i couldn’t provide.

Chris: And yet somehow she had a terrible life where she hated herself, her mother and never felt that she could be the perfect girl that you wanted her to be, which cemented multiple personality and mental disorders for her.

Damien:

Chris: Yea, excellent parenting

Damien: Look, how was i suppose to know of anything like that would happen to her. Any problems that happened between me and Lexis stayed between us.

Damien: I never took out my anger or frustration on Veronica

Chris: Do you honestly think that because you didn’t yell or hit her, that she wasn’t severely affected by your actions.

Chris: It’s not about what you did say to her, it’s what you didn’t. It’s not about the amount of money you spent on her, it’s about what you bought. And it’s not about the problems you had with grandma, it’s about how you handled them.

Chris: Every careless and thoughtless action you made she saw and she made her own reasoning's for them.

Damien: Like what!? what did or didn’t I do that affected her so much?

Chris: Your input on her self worth

Damien: Now this is definite bullshit. I always called her beautiful and brought her tons of dresses that she wanted!

Chris: You do know there is a difference between calling someone beautiful and actually treating and showing them that they are.

Damien: What are you talking about?

Chris: Let’s start off small. What kind of toys do you remember buying her and what affect do you think they had?

Damien: I don’t know.. shit like barbies and dolls similar to them.

Chris: Right, you gave a dark skin girl a bunch of toys and dolls that looked nothing like her nor were there any positive representation of women like her besides her mother.

Chris: But thanks to you her she never looked at her mother in a positive light nor did she want to be like her

Damien: Ugh, please don’t turn this into a white vs black bs. I heard enough of that bs before i died and i rather not hear more while i’m dead.

Chris: This isn’t about white vs black you idiot, this about the start of a girl looking in the mirror and hating what she sees

Chris: You take a black girl and put her with a family where the father hates her mother and doesn’t talk or spend loving time with the daughter; and surround her around a bunch of examples of what being beautiful and perfect is but none of them look like her. What do you think will happen?

Damien: But what you’re talking about are dolls. They’re just toys!

Chris: Toys that she spent more time with than her own father

Damien: ...

Chris: Yes the toys played a small role in the grand scheme of things. But most big problems are complied of small things like it. But as you’ll see, Mom had bigger problems than you know

Damien: What do you mean i’ll see..

*Chris goes to put his hands on Damien’s head, But is interrupted by Angie*

Angie: Sorry to intervene but i can’t let you take him there.

Angie: I get what you’re trying to do but you’ll only cause more damage than good!..

Chris: *staring at Angie shocked and confused* what do you mean i’ll do more damage than good and why do you look like-

*A Bright Light crashes down on Angie and Damien taking them away*

Chris: What the hell!

Chris: Will seeing what happened to Veronica really break him as he is?

*A Bright Light crashes down leaving behind Angie and Damien in a new location in front of a huge club with blasting music*

Damien: What the hell Angie!? why did you take me away from Chris?

Angie: Listen that kid was going to take you someplace that i don’t think you’re ready to see yet. And since you only have one shot at this i rather take things a little slow to make sure you won’t get broken.

Damien: What do you mean broken? and where are we?

Angie: How about you find out *pushes Damien through the doors*

*Damien stumbles into the building, tripping over a bottle and falling forward*

Damien: *falls on his chest* oof! *slowing picking himself up* Someone needs to explain why pain is still relevant here..

???: Nephew you got alot more stuff to learn before we get to that

Damien: Huh? *looking up*

Damien: UNCLE CRAIG!

Uncle Craig: So we meet again nephew, perfect timing too *grabs Damien by the back of his collar lifting him up in the air*

*Uncle Craig carries Damien into the main floor filled with people dancing and drinking, while “Frankie Beverly- Before i let go” plays loudly*

Uncle Craig: AYE LISA!! I DONE FOUND YA COON AS GRANDSON AH-HAHAHEY!

Lisa: *Stands up waving her arms* Whaaaat! Bring My GrandBaby over here!!

Damien: Grandma Lisa!? Great Great Grandma Lisa!? Why does she look so young.. and fine!?

Uncle Craig: Don’t be weird nephew that’s ya grandma. You can take that freaky talk to those weird white country zones i hear about

THE END OF CHAPTER 3

#Vol1

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antisocial-honeybee · 5 years

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11:27pm

Y'all I'm so happy. Like, I'm dating the love of my life.

He's so amazing, I saw him today for the first time in forever and it was perfect.

When we walked up to each other he was slightly blushing and had a huge smile on his face. I hugged him and I picked me up.

He kissed me and I felt like I was in heaven. It was like my world came together in that moment. Like everything was okay.

And we sat on one of those benches that swings, he laid his head on my chest and I played with his hair, which is a dark brown in the sun but any other lighting it looks black. And he'd look up at me every other minute and smile, kiss me, or squeeze me tighter.

And since we were outside both of our hands were cold so we keep putting them under each others shirts, and making the other jump from the coldness.

Then we laid in the road and looked at the clouds together.

I wish I didn't have to leave, that I could have stayed with him the whole day.

Every time I see him I feel like my heart starts glowing, it gets warm and my stomach gets slight butterflies for the first couple minutes.

I had started to forget exactly what his eyes look like, but seeing them today was so great. They are like, a mixture of the shade of honey around the center but as it got to the edge of his eye they were more of a maple syrup color.

Every time I kissed him or hugged him I had to stand on the tips of my toes, I'm 5'2 he's 6' exactly.

As we made out I could feel him smiling, and then I'd start to smile too. He'd press his forehead against mine and look into my eyes, kiss my nose. I kept kissing him on the cheek too.

The feeling of his arms around me is the best feeling in the world, it's like I'm safe, like nothing could possibly hurt me because I have the most amazing guy in the whole world holding me and I know he'd do anything for me, just as id do anything for him.

I can honestly say that without a single doubt in my mind that he's the one. Cause every time I hear his voice my whole day gets better, when his name lights up my phone I smile instantly. Holding his hand is like its the missing piece of mine, as if they were made to hold each other.

He's so amazing, he's my everything. I love him so much and I really hope it works out for him and I. I lost him once, and after we broke up it was the worse weeks of my life. Having him back is the most amazing feeling. Like I'm finally going to be happy with someone, I finally found the perfect relationship for myself.

I can't wait to for the day I marry this boy.

Update

Yeah, we broke up. Found out he was texting another female.

Update pt 2

I still love him, still miss him, even tho it's been almost a month since we broke up. It hurts, ya know? How he meant everything to me and I wasn't enough to him, to the point where he looked to someone else.

I know I need to get over him. Im trying, I really am.

But I really thought he was the one. That we were perfect. I guess I was wrong.

Update pt 3

I keep dreaming about him.

The other night I dreamt we had a kid together. It was a boy, we named him after our mutual friend, the one who got us together. Chris.

Last night I dreamt we talked everything out and got back together.

I woke up from both dreams crying but trying to go back to sleep so I could return to the dream. So I could feel his arms around me one more time. To kiss him one last time.

I hope I dream of him again tonight. I miss him so much. More than I've ever missed anyone else, it's been over a month since we broke up. I just want my baby back.

#honey eyes #brown eyes #love #in love #other half #boyfriend #perfect relationship #im finally happy #i couldn't be happier #my other half #i love him #i love you #rant #got played #fucked over #fuck relationships

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scornedlove · 5 years

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Chapter Fifteen

ROBYN

It’s official. I made my own name in fashion. We were at London Fashion Week again, but this time I wasn’t just watching. I was working alongside some of the fashion greats. The first week of January Adam Selman reached out to me personally. Apparently, the networking I did at the last fashion show paid off. He liked many of my ideas and wanted to collab on the upcoming fashion show, which meant we had about six weeks. He started working on this collection in June but felt it needed something more, so I was included in all the major decisions. It was such an amazing experience, from deciding on how things sit on the models to deciding how the pieces were cut. All the hard work paid off because the show was a success and he wanted me to join him on the autumn and winter collection as well.

“This is going to open so many doors for me” l smiled, thinking out loud. Mel, Frankie, Paige, and I had just made it back to our hotel, shitfaced from celebrating.

“Yeah, you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” Frankie agreed. “I knew you would take off any day now. Nobody knows how hard you work like I do. You earned this.”

“I wanna go to Bim and celebrate with my people. I might as well take all ya’ll with me, ya’ll put in just as much work as I do. We all could use a vacation, plus my birthday is coming up” I grinned, excited just thinking about it.

“That’s what I’m talking about! I need to bathe in some island sun” Paige nodded her approval. “The only person who probably wouldn’t come is Meagan, only God knows how pissed she is that she didn’t get to come to fashion week last time and this time.”

“Well, if you don’t do your job right at home, why would you get the privilege of traveling?” I shrugged, feeling no sympathy. It’s a wonder I haven’t let her go yet. She was constantly coming in late, leaving early, and leaving tasks unfinished. I must admit, our customers enjoy her. She’s really good when it comes to customer service, but slacks in everything else.

“Yeah, but you know she’s been feeling some type of way since she saw Dre come in with your purse that day. That would be the real reason she doesn’t go to Barbados.” Frankie chimed in. “That’s my girl and all, but I’m not missing out on Barbados for anybody”

“What do you mean? Megan and Dre had a thing? Wait, you and Dre are hookin up?” Mel asked curiously. She had been in her bubble with J, so I hadn’t even told her about what happened between Dre and I on New Year’s Eve.

“You slut! I thought you said ya’ll vowed not to cross the line?” she asked mimicking my voice, after I gave her the quick, short version of what went down.

“Shit happens” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I hope you know you can’t be playing with this man’s emotions, especially after what Teyana put him through.”

“It’s just sex. It’s not like this is serious” I explained.

“You can only say that if it happened once, but come to think of it. I’ve seen much less of you lately, that means you’re getting consistent dick” she snickered, making Frankie and Paige burst out in laughter.

“No, I’ve been working bitch” I corrected her while giving her the finger.

“But seriously, be careful. You know I worry about you”

“Well don’t. I feel better than I have in a very long time" I stressed hoping to convince her. I was telling the truth; things were really starting to look up for me. I was content with being single and on top of that, my career was starting to take off, so I couldn’t be happier.

I even went out of my way to make sure I enjoyed Valentine’s Day, even though I spent it alone. I went and saw the movie Silver Linings, bought myself a beautiful bouquet, and had an online shopping spree while eating pizza and cheesecake. It was the perfect day and now I couldn’t wait to get home to my new pair of red bottoms and two new Burberry purses.

“How are you today John” I asked my driver, in a cheerful tone, as he grabbed my luggage and tossed it in the trunk. Dre hooked me up with the car service he’s been using for a couple of years and so far, I was extremely satisfied. It’s nice being chauffeured around and my driver was cool to talk to.

“I’m good, now that my bajan thing is back” he winked, opening the back door for me.

“Happy Birthday” Dre sang as soon as I got in. He had balloons and a massive bouquet of roses.

“What are you doing here?!” I yelled, completely surprised.

“I wanted to be the first to welcome you back. How was your trip?” he asked, pouring champagne into a flute and offering it to me.

“It was fuckin awesome!” I grinned, gladly taking it and gulping down half of it immediately. “I’m ready to leave again so I can celebrate that and my birthday”

“What are we doing for your birthday?” He asked curiously.

“Well, I didn’t have anything planned for today, but I’m taking my crew to Bim for a three-day weekend. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Cool, so that means I can steal you away today” he smiled.

“Well I have so much to do in so little time. I have to pick up Ollie and Pepe, stop by the shop for a few things, and so much other stuff” I replied. I didn’t expect him to even want to spend my birthday with me, it would’ve been nice to have a heads up.

“How about lunch before you get started on all that?” he suggested.

“I’m sorry Dre, but I don’t have time to wait a half hour for food and take another half hour to eat it.”

"Well, how about this: I’ll let you take care of everything you got going on, and you can come to my house later. I’ll have a nice birthday dinner ready and we can have a little night cap. I won't keep you out too late” he promised.

“Deal” I replied, realizing he just wasn’t taking no for an answer.

He rode with me for most of my errands and kept my glass full the entire time. By the time I made it to work, I was pretty tipsy so when Jenn started singing happy birthday at the top of her lungs, I started to twerk to the imaginary beat.

“What are you even shaking?” Meagan asked with a frown. “You literally have no ass”

“Dats cool tho, cause what I lack in da back, I pack in da cat” I shrugged with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Any who. Not that it compares to that big ass bouquet you have in your hand, but someone literally had a single rose delivered to you today. It’s on your desk” she stated.

“Oh yeah, Chris dropped something off for you last week, it’s in your office too” Jenn added nonchalantly and my heart almost stopped from hearing his name.

“Wow” I whispered in awe when I saw the canvas that brightened up my office. I immediately recognized the painting from last year’s Valentine’s Day and my heart skipped a beat. I was confused though. Was this his way of getting rid of what was left of me, or was this his way of reaching out to me?

When I removed the canvas from my desk, I found the rose and a note in Chris’s familiar handwriting and my questions were answered. He wanted to talk so he’d left his number.

“Hello” he answered on the second ring.

“Hi Chris” I paused, feeling lost for words. “It’s Robyn. I just got the gifts…This painting…. it’s beautiful. Thanks”

“You’re welcome. I honestly didn’t think you would call, and happy birthday by the way.”

“Thanks”

“I don’t know what you have going on, but I would love to take you to dinner tonight… For old times’ sake”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” I replied, without missing a beat.

“Your favorite, Gorgio Baldi of course.” He quickly replied.

“I would love that. I’m finishing up a few things at the office, I can meet you there at 6”

“That's perfect”

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you soon” I smiled through the phone. I felt mixed emotions as butterflies tickled my stomach. I’ve been wishing I could just have a single moment alone with him and I was finally getting that chance. I hated to leave Dre hanging so I made a mental note to cancel with him before I left the office.

I worked quickly and was done with everything that was urgent in a couple of hours. I was in the middle of packing my laptop when Jenn rushed into my office.

“Ooh, I'm glad I caught you. There’s a call for you on line one. It’s Jacques, he says it’s urgent.” she announced.

“Hello” I picked up the phone, wondering what he could possibly want.

“Hi Robyn, it’s about Rayven”

“What about her?” I asked, partially irritated. She was always up to something.

“She’s in the hospital. You need to come and see her” he ordered.

“Is she okay? What happened?” I asked, now frightened.

“She’s in the ICU at Kaiser, I don’t know all the details, just get here as soon as you can” he insisted with urgency before hanging up.

An hour later, I was looking at my younger cousin attached to all sorts of machines and couldn’t help but feel guilty. Apparently, she was high on cocaine and had a stroke. She’s been in a coma for 2 days already, and things still aren’t looking all that great for her.

I know her bad choices aren’t my fault, but maybe if I would’ve at least taken her calls she wouldn’t be here. She went from trying to call me several times a day to calling a few times a week, but she eventually stopped trying.

“What the fuck am I gonna tell her mom?” I sighed as my mind raced. I’m the only family she has here and I’m supposed to be looking out for her. Yeah, she’s done some fucked up things in the past, but I wouldn’t wish death on her.

After seeing her like that, I had to wait in the lobby. I felt responsible and every time that monitor beeped, I felt my anxiety raising. On top of all that, I couldn’t stand to be here. All I could think about was the last time I was in the hospital. I knew my anxiety would be off the charts so I took a Xanax before coming in, but it wasn’t helping.

“I know ya’ll aren’t in the best place right now-” Jacques began as soon as he saw me.

“Never mind that dumb shit, what happened to my cousin?” I asked, angrily. “Where the fuck is Jay?”

“He had business to take care of, that’s why I’m here” he stated, trying to calm me down. “I’m sorry this happened to her, but she’s really been spiraling downhill since you guys fell out. She’s been out of control, partying like there’s no tomorrow, and not taking care of herself. It’s like she didn’t care if anything happened to her.”

“Well I guess her boyfriend doesn’t care either, considering he’s not by her side” I fumed.

“They aren’t together anymore. I’m not all in their business, so I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s been running with a new crowd, and none of those muthafuckas are here, but they’re part of the reason she is. Look, we can point fingers all day but I’m just here to help. I think it might be a good idea to get her mom down here, there’s no telling what may happen” he admitted.

“Are you okay? You're shaking.” he asked when I didn’t respond.

“What if she died on my birthday?” I blurted as my eyes finally began to water. “That would be some fucked up shit”

“You can’t think like that. You gotta pull yourself together so you can be strong for her” he continued. "It ain't always about you. Everyone has been through some shit. You just gotta suck that shit up, forgive, and move on.

“Okay” I sighed realizing he was right. I sat down for a minute, after taking another Xanax, and finally I could feel my heart rate slowing. I wasn’t prepared for the call I was about to make, but I dialed my Aunt Jenna’s number and prayed to God she could find a way to forgive me.

The next couple of days were like torture. I put everything I had going on, on hold to be there for Rayven. After calling Aunt Jenna, she was down here on the next fight. She arrived the next day and that’s when hell began. She went from sympathy to pure hatred when she found out why Rayven was in a coma. She kept saying that she shouldn’t have left home, and how she was worshiping the devil out here. Her energy was all bad and after sitting at this hospital for three days hearing her speak ill of my little cousin, I felt like it was unnecessary for her to be here if she hated her own daughter so much.

“Auntie” I called out, interrupting her phone call. I could hear her saying to someone she was in the States because her daughter was a dumpsy and overdosed, and that must’ve been the last straw.

“Hold up” she spoke to whoever was on the phone and pulled it away from her face. “Wuh you want?” she asked, obviously irritated that I interrupted her conversation. No wonder Rayven was so ready to get away from her, she had evil going through her veins. She wasn’t like that when we were growing up, so this was all new to me.

“I don’t mind staying here with Ray. I can get you a room, so you can take a shower and get some rest. I’ll have my driver come get you if anything changes, that way you can be here when she wakes up” I offered in the kindest tone I could. I would hate to disrespect my Aunt, but if I continued to hear the way she spoke about Rayven, things could get ugly fast. Lucky for everyone, she accepted my offer.

Another day came and went with no changes. I was so exhausted and depressed just sitting around and waiting, so when Mel offered to keep watch for a few hours, I was more than grateful.

I went home, showered, and had a quick meal. By the time I made it back to the hospital, Rayven had woken up.

“Rob-?” Rayven’s raspy voice called out when I walked in.

“Thank God! You’re up?! “I smiled, feeling relief rush over me.

“I’m so sorry” she choked out as tears started to fall.

“Shhh. Try not to talk” I replied softly. “You’re alive and that’s all that matters right now.”

“I tried to call you, but your phone is going to voicemail. She just woke up about ten minutes ago. They drew some blood and will be back to get her for an MRI any minute.” Mel stated, checking her watch. On cue, two nurses came in and took her away.

“Thank you for sitting with her. I know how you feel about her, so that really meant a lot” I stated, giving Mel a hug.

“Girl, family is family. I was upset about her holding her lie back, it wasn’t any deeper than that” she shrugged. “But I do have to go, charge your phone so I can check on ya’ll later”

I stayed with Rayven the rest of the day, but I really missed my bed. I decided to leave for the night, and promised her I would be back tomorrow morning. I was so tired that I passed out in the backseat and woke up to John shaking my shoulder. “Ms. Robyn, we’ve arrived” he repeated over and over until I realized where we were.

“This ain’t where I live” I snapped looking around trying to figure out where the hell I was, then I spotted Dre quickly approaching us.

“Don’t curse him babe. Take it out on me. I talked to Mel earlier and she told me you were on the way home. I called and called but you didn’t pick up. John told me you were passed out in the back, so I told him to bring you here” he explained, pissing me off even further.

“I’ve been at the hospital for a week. I just want to sleep in my own bed” I sighed, slapping my forehead.

“I got you girl. My bed is just as comfortable, if not I will take you home myself” he promised. I was irritated but I rolled my eyes and got out the car anyway. When I got inside, I changed into one of his t-shirts, used the bathroom, and went straight to bed.

When I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and my stomach growling, I couldn’t help but let my nose lead the way.

“Good morning sleepy head” Dre smiled as he pulled the bacon out of the oven.

“Wow” I grinned, after seeing the feast he’d created. There were waffles, sausage, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“Sit down” he ordered, pulling a chair out for me. “I miss you, so I’m stealing one hour from you. I didn’t get to treat you on your birthday, so just relax and let me enjoy you”

"How am I supposed to do that when my cousin is alone in the hospital?"

"I know you're used to taking care of everyone else, but you can't take care of anyone if you're not taking care of yourself. Let me take care of you Anna" he pleaded.

“Alright, but you can’t keep hijacking my car. Next time you’re gonna regret it” I shook my finger at him.

“Okay, I won’t kidnap you again. You just gotta figure out a healthy balance between your job and your personal life” he stated, leaving it at that.

After eating, he gave me a full body massage, that led to some great sex. I had a lot of shit to do since I missed a week of work, but it was sweet that he missed me enough to plan all of this. I've never had anyone damn near kidnap me just to make sure I was good. So instead of fighting it, I let him take care of me and I was glad that I did.

#robyn rihanna fenty #ff #fanfic #fanfiction #RiRi #rih

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