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scriptmedic · 4 years

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COVID

Or, How to Abandon Pants & Save the World at the Same Time

Hey all. Seems like it’s getting tough out there.

Seems like shit is getting really real, really fast.

I’m here in New York, doing ICU transfers for one of the hospital systems, and I can’t lie to you... it’s bad.

We’re storing bodies in refrigerated trailers because the morgues are full.

The City is reopening potter’s fields and digging mass graves.

Hundreds of people a day are dying. Soon, thousands.

Mostly older. Some previously-healthy adults. Mercifully, not many kids.

It’s real, and it’s bad.

But I promise you, the world is not ending.

And I also promise you this post will end with HOPE, even if it’s hard to read.

But I want to talk about something... a misconception I’ve been seeing over and over again.

We are NOT the “Front Line.”

I keep hearing the term “front line responders” used for our nurses... doctors... PAs...

Bullshit.

We’re the LAST line.

We’re the failsafe. The oh-shit, I can’t-fix-this-any-other-way line.

We’re the everything else has gone wrong line.

The FIRST line of defense against COVID is YOU.

You, sitting at home, wondering how the world will ever get back to normal.

You, hoping that your job will still be there in a week, a month, a year.

You, resisting the urge to walk the dog again because you’re bored.

YOU are the ones who are going to make the difference in how many people live, and how many die.

Not us. Not your health professionals.

YOU.

How You Can Stay Safe & Save the World

I want to talk about something .... RISK.

A lot of people I know are pretty risk-tolerant. We’re young, we’re healthy, and if we DO get COVID, it will likely just seem like a cough, or even like... ...nothing.

Here’s the problem.

There are a LOT of people testing positive (in countries doing mass testing, i.e. not here) who had NO IDEA they were infected.

It’s called being an Asymptomatic Carrier.

So even if you literally do not care if you get COVID...

Even if you feel completely fine...

ACT LIKE YOU HAVE IT ANYWAY. Act like ANYONE you come into contact with could die if your breath touches their skin, their mouth, their nose.

Act like everyone you meet is your granny, or your mom, who’s sick. Someone you love.

It’s not about YOUR health, it’s about EVERYONE’S health.

I’ve put together a few guidelines to help you stay safe AND save the world.

I’m about 6 feet tall... ...so remember to keep a distance of 1 (one) Scripty apart from each other. NO EXCEPTIONS (unless you’re fluid-bonded with someone).

Wear a mask in public, even if you have to make it yourself. No, this does not mean you can violate social distancing! REMEMBER -- KEEP ONE SCRIPTY APART, MINIMUM! Yes, I know masks are direly hard to come by. Yes, I know they’re uncomfortable. Yes, I know they make it hard to breathe. I am literally wearing TWO OF THEM at the same time, between 40-60 hours per week. WEAR ONE ANYWAY. Not on your chin... Not hanging off of one ear... Over your nose AND your mouth. .

If you can’t find a mask, DO NOT cough out of your facehole. The correct direction to cough is due elbow. Then make sure you SCRUB dat bendy boi. .

Scrub dem grippy bois Hand wash for 20 seconds. Make sure you’re getting between your fingers, under your nails, and around your wrists. Sing Happy Birthday to yourself. Just like the Mars Rover did. .

STAY. THE FUCK. HOME. I know you miss normal life. Time with your friends. Visiting your family. I miss it too. I would LOVE to spend time in a park, to go hiking again, to go back to my GYM, to just... live my freaking life. There are SO many people I’m craving hugs from. But here’s the truth. THE MORE YOU STAY HOME NOW, THE SOONER THINGS CAN GET BACK TO NORMAL. I CANNOT stress this enough. Staying home is saving lives. Period. Full stop. I don’t know the last time I saved a life with no pants on, but you can. Right now. TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS AND STAY HOME AND YOU WILL SAVE LIVES I PROMISE. (it’s okay to save lives with pants on tho. your roof, your rules.)

I promised you this post would end with HOPE.

Here’s the thing...

Yes, a lot of people are going to die.

Yes, a LOT of people are going to be out of a job in the short term.

Yes, this really is THAT BAD. .

AND.

Everything in Nature has a niche. Something it’s better at than anything else.

Dogs? Dogs are the best on the planet at loving people. (That’s the #1 reason we bred them from wolves -- because they loved us.)

But humans do ONE THING way, WAY above and beyond ANY of our competition.

WE ADAPT.

We are the adaptivist motherfucking species on Planet Earth.

We live in more environments than any other warm-blooded species I know of.

We got cold... so we figured out how to make fire.

We got hot... so we learned to harvest ice, and then to MAKE ice, and then to make air conditioners.

Our food was going bad... so we made iceboxes, and then refrigerators, and then takeout (because we got too lazy to cook).

The point is, we ADAPT.

We adapted to the influenza pandemic in 1918, twenty years before we ever saw a virus under a microscope.

We adapted to smallpox... and then fucking eradicated it. Smallpox literally no longer exists because we decided we’d had enough of it.

We CAN and we ARE and we WILL adapt to COVID, too.

Smart motherfuckers are making vaccines.

Recovering patients are donating antibodies to help save lives while the smart motherfuckers get their shit in gear.

And y’all are STEPPING the FUCK UP.

My heart is overloaded with love and appreciation.

For grocery store workers. Supply chain workers. Truckers. Food service workers.

For all the people who can’t stay home.

I nearly cried saying thank-you to a barista about an hour ago because a cup of coffee was enough to make me feel human.

You’re busy praising us in the health care trenches, but the truth is, we owe our ability to live our lives right now to you.

To the guy busting his ass in a restaurant for less than minimum wage.

To the girl making round after round of deliveries even though she’s tired AF.

To the people who are keeping us going.

And most especially, to those who might have the hardest job of all...

...the people who are staying the fuck home.

I love each and every one of you.

And it’s gonna be tough. It’s gonna be tough for a WHILE. (This is a marathon, not a sprint.)

But we will get through this together.

You... me... everyone.

So, so, SO much fucking love,

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

#COVID #COVID-19

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Not like us→fratboy!tom pt.1

Parings: fratboy!tom x reader

Warnings: pure angst

Summary: you over hear some things tom said to Harrison and it turns out your relationship has been something tom doesn’t want the rest of the world to see.

A/n: there will only be two parts to this but this was from a blurb requested by an anon and I got multiple requests to do a second part or make it into a fic so this is the extended version and also the first part! I have another frat boy tom fic this week along with ‘black beauty’ hope y’all enjoy!!

“I don’t wanna be rude or anything it’s just that...it’s just that people aren’t use to that type of stuff.”

It was Friday afternoon. After your last class of the week you found yourself curled up in Toms plaid comforter bed trying to cool off after a long stressful week. You were no stranger to his bed, or his room. You spent endless nights here studying, sleeping, cuddling, watching movies, the left side was your side and the right was Toms. Tom joked he slept closer to the door to protect you if anyone came in.

“I mean, yeah...you’ve been dating for about What? 5 months? If you wanna break up with her just do it now, it’s just gonna suck if you wait longer.” Harrison, Toms best mate since primary school, spoke loudly.

The kitchen, the boys were talking about you in the kitchen. You were awake now, trying to fix the mess on your head and wiping off mascara that moved in your sleep. You clung onto Toms university hoodie that smelt just like him and always made your stress go away.

“I love her though, I do. I just don’t want her to get hurt you know? Guys like me aren’t supposed to date girls like her.” Toms voice broke at the beginning but stayed strong at the end.

You, they were talking about you. You who’ve been dating the infamous campus fratboy Tom holland for about five months and it started over a broken down car, Taco Bell, and mental breakdowns. It was the stupid start to a loving relationship but you and tom were almost made for each other in the strangest way. You two were polar opposites that became one when the two of you were with each other.

“I get it, she’s kinda a dork...no offense.” Harrison spoke and you now cracked the door open to hear the conversation a little bit clearer. You didn’t know if any of the other boys were downstairs and you really didn’t want to find out.

“No I understand, she is. And like that’s the thing, she’s dorky and cute and all nerdy and I’m this fratboy who can chug a whole bottle of vodka in an hour if he tried. What does that say about us? More me specifically.” You look down at the jaw strings of the hoodie and mess with them. Was it safe for you to keep listening? No. Were you going to anyways? Yes.

“I’ve got a reputation to keep up, so does she. Remember Megan? Megan is the type of girl people want to see me with. Not (y/n), but I love (y/n). That’s the thing, I love her and people are going to hate us for that.” His voice was broken but it was almost like he’s been needing to rant for awhile now. You couldn’t go out there, what would you even say?

“Have you fucked?” Harrison’s bold statement made you step back. Tom was your first, it was two months in and you were 100% ready. Tom has had sex Dozens of Times But you, you were different because this time it was for love, not for fun.

“Of course, but it’s best if no one knows. Keeps her safe. Keeps our reputations high.” The sound of a beer bottle hitting the recycling bin made you crawl back into bed. Pretend you’re asleep and act like you’ve never heard a thing.

Everything made sense though why he never wanted to post pictures on Instagram, no snapchats, you never went to the parties—not that you wanted to anyways—never got super affectionate around his friends. Why Harrison was the only one to know about the relationship.

He was ashamed of you. He was embarrassed to be in love with you.

No, you weren’t like the other girls he’s been with. Not a party animal nor a outgoing person. You were simple, nerdy, studied hard, loved to stay in, hopeless romantic. You were a girl tom always dreamed about but never thought was real, and you were perfect but he knew other people didn’t think that.

“Baby?” Tom whispered and you sat up rubbing your eyes and pretending like you just woke up. “What’s wrong?” He noticed the tears and the red eyes and flushed look in your face.

“I—it’s—my allergies, they’ve been acting up. Seasons changing are the worse.” You lied and tom wrapped his arm around your waist. How could he act like this, a loving and adoring boyfriend, when he just claimed he was ashamed of you.

“Oh, I have some medicine if you want—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“It’s best if I go back to my dorm. Alone. I think I need a full nights rest.” You sniffle as you stand up and look over to his mirror and fix yourself up.

“Oh okay, text me when you get there please.” He hands you your backpack and kisses your forehead. The kiss felt sour against your skin, his lips no longer felt soft and plump but bitter and hard.

“I will.” You give a soft, fake smile before walking out. You pass Harrison who gives you a sweet smile before you exit the door.

He was ashamed, he was ashamed, he was ashamed. That’s all that ran though your head. You weren’t like Megan, his ex who was drop dead gorgeous—she cheated on him with two different guys so you have that huge advantage of not being an asshole—but she was still what he wanted. They were perfect, the light of every party.

People like you weren’t supposed to be with people like him. Study hard, nerdy, good grades, good girls, weren’t supposed to end up with frat boys like Tom Holland. Boys like him were supposed to be with party animals and adventurous people. Not you.

Boys like him are never supposed to be with girls like you.

Saturday evening, the next day.

Books scattered across your bed as you shoved information into your brain about chemistry. Your glasses have a glare and your roommate was out for the night. Normally you’d spend your Saturdays with tom but currently you didn’t know where he was and didn’t bother to see him. You didn’t respond all day and you made sure to let him know you wanted to be alone.

Two knocks. Two knocks on your front door is what made you jump and take out your headphones.

“I’m coming!” You shouted as you hopped off the bed and jogged over to the door.

There stood tom, two bags of Chinese food and a bag from wallgreens. He wore a skin tight green Ralph Lauren polo shirt and some joggers.

“You never told me if you made it home safe.” He pouted as he walked past you.

You forgot that your Saturday nights were perfect, cuddled up in bed, eating Chinese food and having messy makeout sessions.

“Sorry, my phone was off and I fell asleep.” You lied. He set the stuff down before opening the wallgreens bag.

“I got you some more medicine, and this green smoothie thingy? I dunno, the lady said it helps clear your sinuses. I kinda looks gross I wouldn’t drink it either.” He sets it down and you watch him with folded arms.

“Don’t you have a party to attended tonight?” Your voice bitter as you talk about the frat.

“It’s overrated. Saturday’s are meant for us and I like them this way.” He sets kicks off his shoes. You were mad and you didn’t know how to handle it, so you did it in the most petty way possible.

“No, lets go to the party, what’s the theme I bet I can find something.” You walk over to your closet. Tom follows you to stop you.

“Why would we do that? You hate parties remember? Too many people. We always stay in.” He grabs your hand and you can’t help but to feel your eyes water. He was an idiot, an actual idiot that you wish wasn’t so pretty.

“Why don’t you want me at your parties?” You step back and he furrows his brows.

“Peach, What are you talking—“ He starts and you shake your head.

“You can at least invite me! An offer would be nice! But you never did, because I’m too dorky and nerdy to be around you. Or maybe it’s because I’m not like your other Ex girlfriends in the past.” You sniffle and he steps closer.

“Are you on your period? What’s happening? Who’s telling you all this?” He stands there clueless and you wipe your nose.

“You! Yesterday I woke up from my nap and I heard you and Harrison talking. ‘People Like me shouldn’t be with girls like her’ and ‘I’ve got a reputation to keep up’? What the fuck tom!” You shout at him and he steps back.

You heard all of it and it was hitting tom. He never meant any of it, not in the way you took it. He just didn’t want people teasing you, making fun of you, bullying you, he wanted to keep you safe. He was also selfish, he knew that if he took you to one of his parties you’d get taken advantage of. He would leave you for one second and you’d be gone, he can’t even think of the worse case scenario or else it would hurt him.

“You know, I know I’m not super popular nor am I this victoria secret model but I’m not embarrassed to be around you nor am I ashamed which I probably should be because smart girls can’t be with guys like you!” You say out of anger and now tom gives a look.

“Are you calling me dumb?” He asks and you walk over to your bed.

“You didn’t listen to me at all! You are the one who said all these things and that was only the stuff I heard! What else did you say, Huh? I want to know.” You wipe your eyes and he shakes his head.

“Nothing! I said nothing else! Harrison just asked me why I never post with you or why the other boys don’t know about you it’s to keep you safe! It’s only to keep you safe! The people I hang out with are not good people and I just don’t want anything bad happening to you!” His face was red and you wanted nothing more than to run out and never speak to him again.

“I’m a fucking adult I can take care of myself! You’re the one who said that people will care if they know about us. I don’t care about my reputation, Holland! I have absolutely nothing to lose, it’s you who are selfish and it’s you who still wants to be the golden boy of the circle. The one thing that I have that all those other girls don’t is fucking loyalty, and trust, and I give a shit about you! They don’t! Megan cheated on you and I would never even think of that! Sydney only used You for sex and popularity and guess what tom? I’m not doing that because I actually love you but it’s very obvious that you only care about yourself.” You grab your keys and purse which causes tom to freak out even more.

“What are you doing?” He stops you but you yank away and keep going.

“I need time to cool down, im going for a drive. When you decide what you want to do with us, come find me.” You storm off leaving tom in your dorm.

Tom fucked up. He did that a lot but most of the time he could find a simple way out of fucking up. This time he couldn’t, He was about to loose the most valuable thing in his life.

The most logical thing for him to do was not chase after you. You didn’t want him to chase after you anyways, you wanted him to figure out what he wanted not for him to beg on his knees for your love. He stormed out of your dorm as well, leaving everything he’d brought and went back to his frat house.

He couldn’t forget though that there’d be a party in about two hours, the boys were setting up and tom stormed in and ruined their mood.

“Hey! Look who showed up to help!” Yelled one of the boys, Alex.

“Hey mate, you alright?” Harrison stopped him. Bright red eyes, heavy breathing, tension in his whole body, he was pissed.

“Leave me be.” He mumbled and Harrison stopped him again. The whole frat was looking at him, even the extra friends who came to help out.

“Hey, What happened? Where’d you go?” Haz stops and tom tries to push past him.

“She heard, she fucking heard everything and all the shit—“ tom started and everyone was confused but Haz.

“(Y/n)?” Haz says and immediately everyone goes to shock.

“Woah man, you’re fucking (y/n)? Nice!” One said and Haz gave a look to the boy. The rest were confused with who you even were.

“Let me go, please.” Tom had tears back in his face and Haz let him run up into his room like a child. He didn’t know where you were and didn’t know what he’d say if he called you.

You had found yourself at the place where it all started, the place where your car broke down at 12:00am trying to get home from the library and tom just happened to be driving around that night.

“Hey, are you okay?” A thick voice pulled you out of your crying and knocked on your window. You had your hazard lights on and pulled to the side.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just my car broke down.” You sniffle and he helped you out of the car and popped the hood.

“Can you call someone to tow it? I don’t think I can really help you here.” He asked and you nodded calling your insurance and trying to figure the most out.

“So uhh, you’ve got someone coming?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, thank you.” You smile at the stranger and he stands there. “You can leave...” you trail off and he shakes his head.

“It’s midnight and it’s a college campus, not so safe to leave a pretty girl alone.” He goes to lean up against his car.

“Thanks.” You wipe your eyes and start to feel yourself cry some more. It was a really long week. Tom jumped up and came over to hold you. Comfort you, make You feel safe.

That was the start of your relationship

He helped you call someone to get it towed and offered to get you some food to help you calm down. The first time you met tom you were crying while eating a burrito from Taco Bell in the back of his car. The fratboy held you in his arms and let you cry all that you felt that day.

Now it was different. It was just you. No tom, no broken car, no Taco Bell, nothing.

Tom holland had broken your heart, how did you not see that coming? Maybe it was because you were blinded by the British charm and the white lopsided smile and floppy curly hair. Maybe if you weren’t as naïveté as other girls then you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation.

If you could go back five months ago and just stay at the library a little longer and have someone else help you, you would’ve. If you could go back and jut say thank you instead of saying yes to his dates, you just might’ve.

The last thing you wanted to feel was tom Holland’s little secret.

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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Rise of the Renegades (Chapter 4)

Summary: Heroes come from the most unexpected places. Heroes sometimes feel a little too different, a little too scared, a little too alone. But heroes also know when enough is enough, and that before saving the world, they need to save themselves. And they cannot do it alone.

They were going to be the hope of the world. They were going to call themselves the Renegades. Even if they didn’t know it yet.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26246812/chapters/64945570

Wow, Obsi, you’re not posting at 11PM? No, I’m posting during online classes. That’s how much I love y’all.

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Tag list: (Tell me if you want in or out!) @nodrianbcyes @healing-winston-pratt @lethughandsimonkiss @aceslytherinwinchester @plain-jane-mclain @jacihayle @cindersnightmare

Don’t be a hero

The sky could be falling, the seas could be rising,

the whole world would end, and you’d still be there smiling.

You laugh in the face of the dangers you see.

Oh, thank goodness you’re out here with me!

Hugh

“So the first step to our redemption is to stop stealing.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Sure, that's easy. Next time our families need food, water, or medicines, we will walk to the supermarket, take out our credit cards and—”

“Okay, I get it,” Hugh interrupted, “we don't have any money.”

“Not a single penny. All the money my dad makes goes to the medicine fund,” Simon explained. “Do you remember when Sophie had a stomach infection during the summer? That's where all the money he had raised for two months went.”

The truth was that Hugh was not very aware of how much medicines actually cost. He rarely got sick and his aunt...

When he told the owner of the store he didn't know what his aunt had, he wasn't lying. Just six months ago, she had gone to the last remaining hospital in all of Gatlon City that had not yet been taken over by the Anarchs or some gang. She left in the morning and returned hours later, with a box of cigarettes she finished that same night.

Yes, she was sick. No, there was nothing to worry about. She would be fine. And she never bought cigarettes again after that. (Good. It was a terrible habit.)

“What medicines—”

“Oh, I don't need medicine,” she replied. “It’s only a matter of time. And I'm serious. If I see that you spend money on medicine for me, I will punish you.”

It would be the first time his aunt punished him. He didn't want to smear his record with it, so he decided to believe her.

Everything would be fine.

“We will have to find a way,” he replied. “But we can't steal anymore.”

They continued walking down the sidewalk. Classes were over. The autumn wind ruffled their hair and flushed their cheeks. It was a sunny and kind of hot day, but it didn't bother him at all. After all, he had always preferred warm climates.

“We could drop out of school,” Simon suggested, “and get a job.”

“Drop out?”

“It's not like someone is going to stop us,” he replied with a shrug. “Would your aunt mind you drop out of school? I think my dad would be happy to have someone else bring money to the house.”

Hugh tightened the straps on his backpack. Simon had told him walking like that made him look like one of the dwarves from Snowhite. “I had never considered dropping out of school,” he replied. “I don't know what she would say.”

“Think about it.” Simon carried his backpack on one shoulder and walked with his back hunched and his eyes down. “I know you hate school as much as I do. It's not like we learn anything anyway. Also, if we stop stealing and start earning an honest living, we would stop contributing to the crime and anarchist culture that destroyed the city in the first place.”

Hugh stopped walking.

“What’s wrong?” Simon asked.

“That— that makes a lot of sense, actually,” he agreed.

When did you get so smart?

Simon smiled at him and tapped his temple. “And I didn't learn that in school.”

They stopped a few steps from the door of Joe's Basket. He felt a wave of remorse wash over him. That man had been so kind to him. He had given him a chocolate bar, talked to him, sent greetings to his aunt...

And they had been cruel. Nothing but cruel.

He reached into his pants pocket and felt the money he kept there.

An honest purchase might not solve all the trouble they had caused, but it could be a good start.

Simon opened the door for him. The owner of the store recognized him immediately and greeted him. Hugh smiled at him and headed toward the shelves. He and Simon stared at the articles for a while. He was glad to know that he had been able to restock since their last visit.

On one hand, he wanted to spend those five dollars and seventy cents on a couple of cans of real food. But on the other, those fruity bubble gums looked great. Hugh hadn't bought gum in a long time after Mr. Westwood told him they cause cavities.

“If you drop off school, what job would you get?” Simon asked.

“What job would you get ?”

“I do not know, that's why I ask you. We’re brainstorming.”

He laughed underneath. “I think… I could sell chromium stuff, right? Like cutlery. I could start my own chromium cutlery business!”

Simon looked at him skeptically. “Sure. The market for cutlery is in full swing during this time of the year.”

The two of them fixed their gaze on two chocolate bars that were left at the bottom of a small cardboard box at the same time. They immediately knew where they would spend their money. Stars, they could even buy that fruity bubble gum. The hell with cavities.

Being good felt… good.

Simon reached out for the chocolates when three men entered the store, one by one, leaving a strong smell of tobacco and glue behind them. They wore brown leather jackets and had their right ear covered with earrings.

Roaches.

As the Roaches approached the counter, Hugh and Simon ran to hide behind other shelves.

“We have to go,” Simon whispered in the lowest tone he could manage.

Hugh looked at the counter. The shortest of all had to be of the same height as him. He was missing a lot of teeth and his fingers were yellow. His face, haggard and wrinkled, made him look more like a rat than a human. He leaned confidently on the counter, conversing with the owner as if he were an old friend. But the owner did not look at all pleased with their presence.

“Simon, we have to help him.”

Simon turned translucent. “Help him?”

One of the Roaches turned in his direction. Hugh managed to duck just in time so they wouldn't see him.

“They are armed,” Simon stressed. “I saw their guns when they entered.”

Hugh almost laughed out loud as he removed his glasses and handed them to Simon.

Guns were the least of his problems.

He could create a weapon with his powers. A metal bar thick enough to hit the bigger guy on the head. He would hit him so hard that he would end up completely knocked out. Then the bald man would have the same fate. By that time, the shortest would have drawn his gun and shot him straight in the chest. But what would be his surprise when he realized that the bullets did not hurt him.

It would be so heroic.

“Guns, sure,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Do you think some guns can stop me?”

Simon pursed his lips.

Then he remembered that he had not come alone. That his friend was there. That the guns could hurt him.

If something went wrong, even the smallest thing, he would lose Simon.

“It's a stupid plan,” Simon whispered. “Don't be the hero.”

Simon gave him the glasses back.

Hugh put his glasses on. “I will not be a hero. Turn invisible.”

The hallway was clear. If they walked silently to the door and ran as fast as their legs would allow them, the Roaches would have no chance to catch them even if they wanted to. And with Simon being invisible, they wouldn't even notice him and couldn't hurt him in any way.

That one was not a stupid plan.

Simon followed him. They were getting closer and closer to the exit. The Roaches had no idea what was happening. Hugh reached out to open the door...

But a girl with dark skin and curly hair did it before he could.

For a second, the two of them looked into each other's eyes, and Hugh felt like he had already seen her at another time. He was so focused on trying to remember why her face looked so familiar that he barely noticed that Simon pushed her away and ran.

Before he could follow him, a voice talked.

“Lady, come in. And you, kid... You stay.”

The girl entered. And Hugh stayed.

Georgia

The only time Georgia had come face to face with a villain had been when Mr. Rae broke into her home the day after Tamaya escaped. She and her mother were quietly having a cup of black tea and sour toast for breakfast when he threw down the damn front door like the maniac he was, ran into the dining room and started yelling at Georgia to tell him right now where Tamaya was. Georgia instinctively flew up to the dining room ceiling.

Her mother managed to throw Mr. Rae out of the house by threatening him with a knife.

After Mr. Rae left, her mother asked, “Do you know where Tamaya is?”

Georgia shook her head. She wasn’t lying. And her mother knew.

“Do you have something to do with her running away from home?”

Georgia nodded.

Surprisingly, her mother didn't scold her. They finished their breakfast as if nothing had happened. Before leaving for work, she told her not to leave the house and to finish the calculus lessons she had left on her desk. Georgia managed to get so distracted doing math problems that she hardly thought about Mr. Rae.

When her mother returned, she made her promise never to get in the way of an evil person again. Georgia didn't want to promise that.

“But Mom, Mr. Rae is a villain!” she exclaimed.

“Of course he is, Georgia,” the woman agreed. “But you are not a hero. You can't save everyone.”

Like I couldn't save my dad, right?

Georgia promised. Mr. Rae never looked for her again. That had happened over a year ago, and so far she had managed not to get in the way of any villain, and she was very proud of it.

Yet, she had been so mired in her happiness that she hadn't thought about what to do if a villain got in her way.

So Georgia did nothing. She just obeyed.

She and the boy took a few steps away from the entrance.

What a lousy day she had chosen to look for a job.

The big Roach extended his hand. Georgia hugged her curriculum tightly. What did he want from her?

The leader realized her confusion. “Give him your money,” he explained.

“Now,” the bald man seconded.

Georgia reached into her pants pockets and handed him her last fifty dollars. Her mother would be furious. But she'd be more furious if Georgia risked her life for a measly fifty dollars.

“What I wonder is,” said the bald man, “how is it that a girl with perfume as expensive as yours ended up in this part of town?”

“I—“

“Are you lost, darling?”

“Enough, Hound,” the leader ordered with a laugh. He toyed with a couple of coins. “Don't flirt with the hand that feeds you.”

Hound stopped.

The taller one then turned to the blond boy who was next to Georgia. He held out his hand. “Money. Now.”

The boy didn't move a muscle.

“Are you deft?” exclaimed the leader. "Now!”

“No.”

Leader raised his eyebrows. “Are you saying no to me?”

Georgia turned to see him. She was asking herself the same question.

Did you say no to him?

“No,” he repeated. “I refuse to listen to a villain like you.”

So he noticed it too. He also noticed they were villains.

But why did he think he was a hero?

Hound and Big Roach walked towards the boy, but Leader stopped them with a wave of his hand. “A villain?” he scoffed “What makes you think I'm a villain?”

“Well, certainly, robbing stores is not a very heroic thing to do,” the boy emphasized. “And you didn’t even say please when you—“

Leader put the gun to his forehead. The owner opened his mouth to speak out, but Hound gave him such a look that it silenced him before he said anything. Georgia dropped her curriculum.

That kid was going to get himself killed right in front of her. Georgia knew she had to do something, but she didn’t understand why her body refused to listen to her heart.

Just like that night.

“What do you think now?” the leader asked her, with a hideous smile.

“Will you say "please”, Mr. Roach?”

Leader stuck the gun to his forehead. “What the fuck, no, I won’t!”

And then, the kid—

The kid freaking smiled at him. “Then shoot.”

Leader froze. He lowered his gun, puzzled at the boy's reaction.

Was that it? Was that how you defeated a villain?

By smiling at them?

Incredible.

But before Georgia could process what happened, Leader placed the cannon on her forehead. She stifled a sob that threatened to come out of her mouth.

The boy's smile disappeared immediately.

“Oh, excuse me, Captain, could you repeat your last order?” Leader asked with mockery. “Did you order me to—“ he put his finger on the trigger “—shoot?”

If only Georgia could grab the man by the wrists and snatch the gun from him in one move. Take that stupid Roach by surprise, point his own gun at him, and give him a little taste of his own medicine. He would never expect it from a pretty, defenseless girl like Georgia.

But she did not move. Again.

The boy took the money out of his pockets. Several coins and two dollar bills. The big man snatched it from him with an almost piteous expression.

Seriously?

“Were you about to risk your life for five dollars?” Hound asked as Leader tucked his weapon into his belt. “How pathetic.”

The boy lowered his head and turned to see her. If Georgia could speak, she would have thanked him.

“The backpack,” ordered Big Roach. “We also want the backpack.”

“But—“

“Give me the backpack. Now.”

He gave him the backpack. Big Roach opened it and raised his eyebrows. Hound rolled his eyes and scattered all of its contents to the ground. The textbooks opened at random pages, one of the notebooks ended up under a shelve, and the metal pencil case made a ruckus as it smashed against the store tile.

However, what caught her attention was the comic.

Georgia flinched when she saw his back cover.

A man was wearing a blue mask and a tight uniform and had Ace Anarchy's helmet pierced by a silver spear.

Hound handed the backpack to the owner, saying something about putting all the money he had there. Leader squatted down and took the comic as if it were a vile gossip magazine.

“Do not touch it.”

Leader made a military salute. “As you order, Captain,” and opened the comic.

Georgia didn't understand why the boy was so upset. His pupils had dilated and his hands were shaking as much as hers. Each page that Leader turned, the boy flinched as if it was an unwanted touch.

He hadn't acted like that when they had literally pointed a gun at him, but now he did? Now he freaked out?

Then she thought it would make her nervous too if they touched her books. Especially the ones she hid under her bed.

She wanted to say that she understood him.

But she couldn't speak.

Then, Leader stopped at a particular page. “Hey, guys, check this out,” he laughed. “It turns out that our captain is also an artist. Look what he did,” and pulled out a drawing of a battle between the same superhero and Ace Anarchy.

Georgia didn't have to be a detective to know right away that the boy had drawn it.

Hound joined in the taunt, but Big Roach was only as serious as she was. Leader tore off the back cover of the comic and threw it to the ground along with the rest of the notebooks. Suddenly, he took Georgia by the arm and put the two pictures on her face.

“What are the similarities between these two pictures?” he asked with his cigar breath. Georgia had the drawings so close that she couldn't distinguish them. “Did the Phantom Feline eat your tongue, lady? What are the similarities?”

“They're both a drawing of the same characters...” she muttered.

Leader pushed her. The owner passed the backpack to Hound, and he and Big Roach headed for the exit. “I thought you'd be smarter, lady,” Leader said, shaking his head. “I'll tell you what the similarities are. They're both going to end up with someone dead.”

He stopped right in front of the boy, put the drawing on his face, and tore it in two. “Just not today, Captain.”

The tension didn't go away when they left, but Georgia felt that at least she could breathe peacefully now. She collapsed into a plastic chair that was awkwardly perched next to a broken soda machine and hid her face in her hands.

She was safe. The villains were gone.

She was safe.

But at what cost?

At the cost of being a coward.

“Are you okay, kids?” asked the owner. “Good heavens, I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Georgia raised her face. He was an old man, with gray hair and parched skin. His wrinkles became more noticeable with his concern. "I'm fine,” Georgia said. “Don’t worry.”

“And you, son?”

The boy adjusted his glasses. “I’m fine too.”

With mechanical movements, he bent down and quickly gathered his things. He took Georgia’s curriculum and shyly handed it to her. Georgia noticed how his expression changed when he took the comic in his hands, battered and with folded and wrinkled pages. The boy tried to flatten it out as best he could and tucked it between his heavy Algebra and Geometry books.

“Where is your friend?” asked the owner.

“He came out before they saw him,” he replied.

The owner frowned. “I didn't see him come out—“ Immediately, the owner seemed to understand. But instead of getting mad, he just shrugged. “Oh, all right... Well, I'm glad everything is fine. I am so sorry, if I knew they were coming, I would have closed the store. Anyway, I think you should go with your friend, right?”

“Yes,” the boy stammered. “I have to go with him.”

“Don't you want to take—“

“Oh no, really.”

“For the inconvenience.”

“It’s okay.” He pressed the books to his chest. “I have to go with my friend. He must be very worried. Goodbye, sir.” He looked at Georgia for a second. “And bye... ma'am.”

Ma’am?

The owner shook his head when he left. These kids, really. “What do you have there, miss?”

Miss was a better term.

Georgia handed it to him. The owner smiled. “A curriculum. You have beautiful handwriting, miss, I assure you.” Her mother would be very happy to hear that. “But at the moment I don't have any vacant positions. Sorry.”

Georgia took her curriculum back and smiled at the man.

Why did she feel like she hadn't smiled in years?

Was she so affected by what just happened?

“However, I doubt that you are going to decline my offer to take anything from the store,” he continued, smiling as if she had been practicing it all her life. “How about a chocolate bar? I've heard that chocolate always helps us forget our sorrows for a moment.”

He was right. “A candy bar sounds great,” she replied.

The owner walked over to the shelves. “I’m glad to know Phantom Feline did not actually eat your tongue.”

Georgia laughed. Her eyes saw the red notebook that was below the shelf. She bent down to get it out of there. On the cover, it had “Hugh E.” written in permanent marker.

She opened the notebook. On the back of the cover, there were a lot of unfinished doodles and random to-do lists. In the corner, someone had written in purple pen, “If you find this lost notebook, return to 4491 Atha Drive. Be careful, the owner is a bit of an idiot. Proceed with caution.”

And the owner (probably this Hugh E.) had added with a blue gel pen, “Not true. My aunt says I'm very charming. Please give me back my notebook.”

His handwriting was way too pretty for a boy.

Georgia tucked the notebook into her cloth bag. When she returned her gaze to the ground, the gray eyes of Ace Anarchy's drawing met hers. It was when she realized that Hugh E. had not taken his drawing with him.

Georgia decided to return him his notebook and drawing as soon as she could.

After all, he said "please".

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #fic #ao3 #OG renegades #hugh everhart #simon westwood #georgia rawles #rise of the renegades #i had to look for a random adress generator because #like you americans have a different adress format #not like theres something wrong with it #now i'll go back to my boring life

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Birthday surprise (Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!💜 This is a small fic I wrote for @cbouvier23 birthday!💕I’m very late lol, but anyway, happy birthday and I hope y’all like it. I had this idea a few weeks ago but I didn’t have the chance to write it until now, it probably is rushed and not very well written, but I'm trying my best♥️

Btw, thanks for all the comments and messages, I will try to reply to all of them soon😘 and I still have some fics to read! I hope I can reply all the comments and read all the fics you’ve tagged me in tomorrow morning!

Warnings: Smut, Ivar is not a very good husband, reader feels neglected but... 😈 I love Thora and Hvitserk.

Words: 2025 (this was supposed to be a 1000 words fic)

gif belongs to @multi-fandomations

Ivar never forgot anything when it came to you.

You should have known better, but you underestimated him, though you had your motives.

And there you were now, paying for it in the bed under him, moaning loudly with his hand on your throat, choking you.

Since he became king of Kattegat, you had been feeling a bit neglected. You got it, those were hard times, he was still looking for Lagertha, Björn and Ubbe and he needed to work hard to gain the trust and respect of the people. But you hardly saw your husband, and that annoyed you.

Of course he still had those small details that assured you that he knew you were still there, like making you sit on his lap during the feasts, caressing your hand softly as you sat next to him, with your head on his shoulder, watching him look at numerous papers and maps, tracing new plans.

Or those times when he came to bed in the middle of the night, grunting and breathing heavily due the pain on his legs and the tiredness. Ivar would rub his beautiful eyes and yawn before looking at you, asleep on your side of the bed, but facing his side and with one hand under his pillows, as if you were waiting for him to join you. He'd kiss your forehead softly and smile as you moved in your sleep, then he would lie down next to you, under the warm furs, and hug your cold body, which would immediately relax between his arms.

You heard him get up every single morning. As soon as the firsts rays of sunlight lightened up the room, Ivar abandoned the bed, leaving you alone again.

You were proud of him, how could you not? He had managed to become one of the most powerful men in all Scandinavia, and he was already as famous as his father. He was known for his smart strategies and plans, and everyone admired him.

But sometimes you wished he wasn't king. You watched some other couples with envy, sitting on your throne as Ivar chatted away with his men, drinking and laughing. He would stay there for hours, listening to his people, and when he turned around again, you would have left already, too bored.

You sometimes wished to have a relationship like Hvitserk's and Thora's. He seemed completely devoted to her, and she looked so happy... During one of your long walks with Thora (who had become one of your closest friends in Kattegat), she had told you Hvitserk and her made love every night and every morning, that he woke her up with kisses and every time he had to be away from her for a few hours, he would kiss her lovingly and tell her how much he would miss her.

You, on the contrary, couldn't remember when was the last time Ivar kissed you.

You remember the last time you both had sex, though, and it repeated in your mind every single night, when you were laying all alone on your bed, touching your body with your own hands as you missed your husband. It had been on his new throne, after a feast. There was people still on the hall, most of them already passed away and the rest too drunk to notice what was happening. You had rode him for almost two hours, and didn't even try to hide your screams. Of course Ivar smirked the whole time, and took his time pleasuring you with his fingers and his cock.

Maybe you should have talked to him, but you didn't want to make him angry or sad you knew how important was Kattegat... You couldn't risk the well being of an entire city only to have your husband for yourself for a few hours!

But would I risk it, though? Would it hurt if he took a free day and spent it with me in bed, making love and maybe conceiving a prince or a princess?

Though you must admit, that day it hurt even more.

Ivar left even earlier that morning. And you woke up a few hours later, when the sun was already up and you could hear the noises and screams from the people in the streets.

A bit disappointed, you let the thralls braid your hair in a different way than they used to, put on a new dress Ivar had bought for you a fortnight ago, with brilliant colors and fine material. It was made in a very distant land, and the cheerful colors made your eyes stand out. You had been waiting for an especial occasion to wear it for the first time, knowing Ivar would like it.

But when you got to the great hall, he wasn't there either.

You tried to hide your disappointment as you greeted Thora, who came early to give you a beautiful new bracelet as a birthday gift. You had breakfast with her, a bit more cheerful when she proposed you to go to the beach for a walk.

You were very glad Hvitserk found her.

Your husband's brother came in when you had already finished your breakfast, and hugged you so tightly you almost fell back.

"Happy birthday, little sister!" He said with a big smile, making you laugh as he lifted you up.

"Thank you, Hvitserk" you smiled back at him.

"Ah, you look beautiful" he winked at you caressing your hair as he smiled "I still remember when you were a little girl, too small and too nervous, running before me and my brothers" he sighed "And now look at you, a grown woman, married to the brother she hated the most and the new queen of Kattegat"

"I'm younger than you and I've done more things" you smirked, winking at him.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and Thora laughed, grabbing his arm and kissing him softly.

Your smile faded immediately, and you looked away from them, only smiling again when you saw Ivar entering the hall, grunting as he walked with his crutch.

"Hello" you smiled at him, waiting for him to maybe kiss you and wish you a happy birthday.

Ivar didn't smile back, he only kissed your cheek and asked you;

"Do you have any plans for today?"

Before you could even answer, shocked to hear he hadn't remembered your day, Thora spoke.

"I thought we could go to the beach and spend the day in there, right, Y/N?" She smiled widely, and you managed to smile back though you wanted to cry.

"Good idea" Ivar shrugged "It's sunny today... I'm going to rest a bit" he frowned, touching his leg.

"Okay..." You bit your lip. Should you stop him before he left and tell him he was forgetting something?

That he was forgetting about you.

Thora comforted you that day, and she managed to make you smile a few times, as you told her embarrassing stories about Ivar and Hvitserk when they were children.

You ended up spending more time than you intended on the beach with her, and you had almost forgotten the disappointment of that morning when you went back to the great hall.

But when you entered your room, wanting to maybe take a bath and relax for the evening, you found something you certainly didn't expect.

There was an enormous table just in front of the bed. It was full of plates, with your favorite food in them. The room was illuminated by some candles and the thralls had changed the furs on the bed.

You gasped, your heart beating faster and faster and your lips curved in a small smile.

"Ivar" you whispered.

"Did you truly believe I would forget your birthday?" His voice came from a darkened corner on the room, and you bit your lip when he approached you, with his crutch in hand "I could never"

"You seemed so busy lately..." You didn't even tried to hide your happiness "I wouldn't have blamed you"

Ivar sighed softly, his blue eyes were fixed on yours, and his expression was relaxed. He wasn't King Ivar anymore, he was just Ivar, your Ivar.

"What did I do to deserve you?" When he was close enough to you, he reached to cup your face with his warm hand "My queen, I've been the worst husband in the world, haven't I?"

"You haven't" you smiled, touching softly the hand that cupped your cheek with your fingers "I understand you have things to do"

"That's not an excuse" he leaned into you, pressing his forehead to yours "Please, forgive me"

"You're forgiven" you nodded, already hypnotized by his amazing eyes on yours.

Ivar kissed you. Oh, how you had missed his soft lips against yours, his taste, his passion...

He grabbed your neck and kissed you until both of you were out of breath. You panted against his lips, your eyes still closed.

"I hope you're hungry" he muttered, a mischievous smile on his lips.

You didn't really eat a lot of food.

Your body needed him, desperately, and you didn't even try to hide how much you wanted to touch him, to feel his hands on you again.

Ivar couldn't resist much more either.

Soon, you were naked, moaning and screaming with his tongue against your clit and his fingers buried deeply in your sex, curling at the rhythm of his tongue's movements.

Your hands were on his braided hair, and your hips moved against his mouth and his hand. His eyes fixed on you, studying your movements, the moans and sighs of pleasure that left your parted lips, even how you screamed when he bit softly on your clit and curled his fingers at the same time. He smirked every time you moaned his name.

You came on his mouth, and he licked all the juices that rolled down your inner thighs.

Then his lips traced a pattern on your skin, starting on your lower belly and continuing on your breasts, collarbone, neck and lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was the sweetest taste in the world.

You tried to unbutton his trousers, wanting to return the favor, but Ivar didn't let you.

Tonight is all about you, my queen.

He made you cum again, only with his fingers, with his forehead pressed against yours and his lips parted, looking at you amazed. Looking at you moaning his name in pleasure was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Then he thrusted into you.

You gasped and moaned in surprise, immediately moving your hips against his. Oh how much you had missed that feeling. His thick cock stretching your warm walls, hitting that secret spot just right, hearing his grunts and deep moans into your ear as his fingers caressed your neck.

He started slow and passionate, enjoying every single sound and move you did. But Ivar lost control pretty easily. How could he not when he saw you throwing your head back? With your beautiful neck exposed, untouched...

When his hand closed around your neck, you moaned again, and your walls clenched around him even more, making him growl and thrust even harder.

"I can't believe you thought I would forget your birthday, Y/N" he sounded hurt, panting on your ear.

"I'm sorry" you managed to say, though it was difficult to focus when he was fucking you so good.

It was the best birthday present you could ever ask for.

When you came for the third time, you sobbed his name, your nails dug on his shoulders, scratching his back. Your walls tightened around his cock, making him hiss as he let go of your neck and grabbed your hips, thrusting even faster until he came too, his warm seed coating your walls.

Both of you kissed again, this time the kiss was sloppy, but intense. Ivar bit your lip softly before breaking the kiss.

"Rest a bit" he muttered, smirking when he saw your eyes closing involuntarily "I will tell the thralls to prepare a bath" he kissed your forehead "For the both of us"

Tags: @mblaqgi @alicedopey @lol-haha-joke @hallowed-heathen @ivarslittlebadgirl @naaladareia @tephi101 @captstefanbrandt @love-hate-love @titty-teetee @readsalot73 @moondustmemories @thevikingsheaux @therealcalicali @chimera4plums @blushingskywalker @awkwardfangirl02 @gruffle1 @justacripple @heartbeats-wildly @letsrunawaytotomorrow @inforapound @sallylebecks @cbouvier23

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #vikings #vikings imagine #vikings smut #ivar smut

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I Knew You Were Trouble | Stray Kids AU

Chapter 3

Warning | Drinking, Language(?)

Word Count | 1.9k

a/n Trying to make these look nicer. I might go back and fix the other 2 as well. Little bit longer this time. I know i said this would probably only be 3 chapters but I only have a general idea of where this is going so as i write it it sorta just gets bigger (and hopefully better but y’all are the judges of that.) I don’t know exactly how many more chapters this will have but probably like 1-2 more. Maybe. I’m not good at sticking to what I say. The question mark is next to language cause I've forgotten like 99% of what I wrote. I need to stop writing these on no sleep. That is my excuse if there are any mistakes. Ok imma stop here now.

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It’s been two weeks since Chan first showed up in my history class. Since that lecture he’s always showing up out of nowhere. If we share a class he always sits close to me, but I’ve followed my unspoken rule of not acknowledging his existence hoping he’ll go away. Thankfully he has yet to sit right next to me but with the way my luck has been going he’s gonna do it sooner or later. He hasn’t spoken to me yet but I can hear him react to things I say. Rosé and Lisa are the only people who will sit next to me these days. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly become the center of his attention but I hope everything goes back to normal soon. I run into him All. The. Time. I’m so over it. I’ve started spending a lot of time in the library hoping I’ll get away from him. The worst part about it is all the whispering. No one but Rosé and Lisa talk TO me but everyone else on campus don’t seem to mind talking ABOUT me and why Chan seems to never leave my company. Honestly people don’t you know pointing and staring is rude? I can hear all your whispers, do you think I asked for the hot bad boy who may or may not get me killed to start paying attention to me?

Ever since this whole situation began I’ve picked up the habit of ranting about life out loud. I hate it but it helps relieve the frustration for some reason. I hear him laugh whenever I do it. “For the last time Lisa I am not going. I’ve said it 17 times now, I will not say it again.” Yes I am actually counting. Even though I said that I know she’s gonna keep asking until I crack and say yes, but I am as stubborn as a mule so she will reach the hundreds until I finally do. Unfortunately she has 4 more days until the Halloween party and it’s only 9 am. “It’s gonna be so much fun though. Like everyone is going.” Sigh. “I know they will. That is why I’ll be staying home and watching Horton hears a who for the 25th time on Netflix.” It was the wind, just ignore it, it’s definitely not Chan. “But it’s ha… Did you say 25 times? Really?” Don’t look at me like that or I’ll bite you. “Yes. Stop with the face, it’s a masterpiece of cinematography.” 100 percent the wind. “Oook, moving on. You have to come. I already told Binnie you’d be there.” I’m just glad she stopped flinching whenever he makes a noise. That really got on my nerves. “You know how disappointed she’ll be if you don’t show.” Oh she’s pulling all the stops now. “That’s just low. You know I can’t say no to those puppy dog eyes of hers.” Thankfully she’s not actually here. “It’s still a no and I’ll just have to deal with the disappointment.”

True to my thoughts she continued to pester me about going to the party until 4 days later 3 hours before the party I cracked. It wasn’t just Lisa though, she bought reinforcements. “I’m actually gonna kill all of you. I know how to make it look like natural causes too. I spend far too much time on the internet.” They could at least let me choose my own outfit but no, here I am on my bed just glaring at them as they rifle through my clothing in an attempt to find something they deem “suitable”. That meaning as short as humanly possible with plenty of skin showing up top. “Yes dear we know.” Why’d they have to bring Binnie into it? I know her sorority is the one throwing it but I can’t deny that girl anything. She’s adorable. If it were just Rosé and Lisa I would’ve been fine….. probably. Ok I wouldn’t have been but I can pretend. As much as I hate this I’m just happy that Binnie doesn’t seem to care about my whole Bad Boy Leech Problem™. She came back from her month break found out what happened and just rolled with it. “I don’t have time to go back to my dorm, Rosie got anything she can wear? Nothing I’ve found is good enough. “Hmmmm, maybe. I think I have a good one. Just a sec.” Well, they don’t like my clothes, nice. “Come here and let Binnie start your hair while I set up the makeup.” They aren’t even going to see me coming. They’ll be going about their day and then I’ll just be there. Then they’ll be gone and I’ll use my elite skills to, “Oww, Binnie.” She’s first even though she’s my favorite. “Sorry. Don’t worry the hair will cover the burn.” Don’t look at me with that cute smile. I’m tryna be mad at you. “What do you think?” I think I’d rather wear jeans and a hoodie but I don’t get a choice. “Isn’t this a halloween party? Why am I not going as a bunny or something?” I have the perfect onesie for it. “We got you a mask.” Yes, because that’s the best halloween costume. “It’s perfect Rosie.” Makeup happened at this point.

I’ve been here all of 20 minutes and I’m already over it. People with red plastic cups everywhere, people making out wherever I look. PDA, disgusting. Everyone is dressed up in actual halloween costumes. The three demons that caused my pain are dressed as a slutty bunny, a slutty maid and a cute angel, 2 guesses as to which one that is. Speaking of slutty bunny is headed my way with 2 red plastic cups. “You could at least pretend to be having a good time.” I don’t think Rosé understands how deep my hatred for these events runs. “I could. But then people would think I’m here by choice. I want everyone to know that I want to be anywhere but here.” I need some wood because of her next sentence, or maybe a bottle to hit her with. That would also work. “At least you know Chan won’t be here. He’s never been to one of these parties.” She’s jinxed it now. I’m gonna have to look over my shoulder the whole time I’m here now. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.” She’s laughing. The absolute nerve. I’ve changed my mind, she’s first. “Calm down and drink your worries away.” Easy for her to say, she doesn’t have a Bad Boy Leech Problem™. Sipping the drink she handed me as she walks away I scan the room to see if I can find Binnie. She’s the only reason I’m here so I’ll be damned if I let her get away from my moping. Making a bee line for her as soon as she came into sight I was stopped by some guy dressed as Luigi who was tryna dance all up on me even as I tried to get past to Binnie. “Dude imma stand on your toe if you don’t skedaddle.” It seems he didn’t quite hear me. “I said-“ Gonna kill all of em’. “She said beat it kid.” Especially Rosé. Luigi couldn’t seem to get out of the way fast enough. Continuing on my quest to get to Binnie I felt him follow. I hate how well I’ve adapted to ignoring him.

When I finally reached Binnie which took a lot less time than expected, probably because of the guard leech, she took one look at me then looked to Chan, then back to me and I could see the apology in her eyes. Those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “We will talk later but just know my statement stands. You’ll never see it coming.” Having Chan standing right there seemed to be making her nervous so I just let out a sigh and moved to find a corner that was loud enough that holding conversation would be to troublesome but quiet enough that I won’t go deaf. “We can go anywhere you want and I promise I won’t try to make conversation.” Do I trust that or should I keep looking for my perfect corner. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I find a nice secluded corner to hide from everyone in. And he’s gone. How did I not notice that until now? Should I be relieved? I know I should but I feel a little disappointed. Taking another sip of my drink if whatever it is I noticed something. It’s empty. I don’t remember drinking it but it’s gone and there’s nothing on my dress or shoes so I assume I didn’t spill it. “Did you seriously only now realize your cup is empty? Not very observant are you?” It’s a good thing the cup was empty because it would be all over the both of us. He is a ninja, I swear. I didn’t see him at all and now he’s right in front of me. “What happened to not making conversation?” I need to work on my Glare of Doom™, he didn’t even flinch. Handing me a cup of some kind of alcohol I assume, he smirked. Dammit. I acknowledged him. “I was just saying. I’ll stop now.” That god damned smirk is lethal. I looked at the cup, then at him, then at the cup, then at him again but suspiciously. “What is it?” I wanna punch that smirk off his face. “Vodka and lemonade. Don’t worry I’m not trying to drug you.” Sniffing it, as if that would tell me anything, I took a cautious sip. He’s yet to try and kill me and he seems smart enough to realize he’d get caught if he did while surrounded by this many people. It tastes the same as what Rosé gave me so I’m just gonna hope he’s telling the truth.

We stood there in silence for what felt like a year but was realistically only 20 minutes. I have to pee. I have no idea where the bathroom is. I assume he doesn’t either since Rosie said he’s never been to one of these thing either, and I wouldn’t ask him anyway, since I’ve gone back to pretending he doesn’t exist. Pushing myself off the wall and walking away abruptly in the hopes he won’t react in time and I’ll lose him, I go in search of a bathroom. It didn’t work so I had Chan following me as I walked around looking like a lost child looking for their mum. “There’s a bathroom on the 2nd floor, 3rd doorway to the right.” Not acknowledging him but taking his advice, I went back to the entryway we just walked through and started climbing up the stairs. Coming up to the door there was a line so I just leaned against the wall with my eyes closed and sipped at my drink while we waited. As the line moved Chan nudged my shoulder a little to make me move up. “It’s your turn.” I handed him my drink and walked into the bathroom. Doing what I came to do, I thought about how this night has been going. I hated it at first, and I’m still not really enjoying myself but I find myself hating it less and less as time goes by. “C’mon princess people are waiting.” Why am I red? Am I blushing? Just from that? Shaking my head to clear it, double checking my face to make sure I’m not red and making sure all of Binnie’s work hasn’t come undone I open the door and come face to face with Chan. “There you are princess, you were taking so long I almost kicked the door in.” I’m really finding it hard to hate tonight.

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theblackandgold-series · 5 years

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The Prince and The Boy (8)

Chapter 8: He Needs Me

A College AU

Texas Southern University (Houston,Tx)

Ship: Chiron Harris x Erik Stevens

Warning(s): none

Things were finally back to normal. Chi and Erik are sitting next to each other in their sociology class once again, both eating breakfast that Erik got for them. Erik remembered to get two apple juices instead of one this time.

Chi’s bashfulness seemingly fades over time, exchanging more and more of those longing glances with Erik throughout the class.

Erik notices every glance Chi makes, smiling to himself each time. They’re joking around with each other and Erik gets to see Chi’s personality a little bit more. Before class is over, the professor reminds the class of an exam next week. Erik takes this opportunity to ask Chiron on another date. It’s not too soon, he thinks, Right?

“I have a class right after this, but maybe after that?”

Erik agrees, suggesting that they meet at a coffee shop near campus.

We can do that cute shit like in the movies.

They meet by a bench near a building close to the edge of campus, greeting with a small peck, which almost makes Chi blush. As they walk, their hands keep brushing until Erik grabs Chi’s hand, smirking at him as they walk.

They make small talk, flirting back and forth. Erik notices that the more they talk, the bolder Chi gets. It shocks Erik, but he likes it. As they’re talking and getting to know each other more, things seem to fall together naturally and you’d think they��ve known each other for years from overhearing their conversation.

They finally get to the coffee shop where Erik orders a black coffee while Chi orders a soy chai latte. I guess he has a sweet tooth. Erik nods silently to himself, Noted.

They pick up their drinks and sit down and continue talking. Erik loads his black coffee with enough sugar to kickstart diabetes. I knew he had a sweet tooth Chi muses.

They get so lost in conversation that they almost forget the whole reason that they’re there: to study. Chi the one that gets them on track by being the first one to take out his textbook first and Erik quickly follows.

Their study session lasts for about an hour and a half before Chance walks in with his girlfriend. Erik looks up when he hears “I see you E!” Chi just smiles up at him, shaking his head.

When they approach the 3 hour mark, they wrap up their study date and decide to head home. Walking to their cars, they begrudgingly part with a goodbye kiss and go their separate ways. The next day they spend apart, but still keep in touch through text. Chi offers to bring Erik breakfast to class next time.

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Chi spends the next day with Kendall, telling her about him and Erik. She immediately facetimes Bryson so he can hear too.

“So,” Kendall begins, “y’all good now?” Chi just nods “Yeah” with a smile that can’t be wiped off of his face, “we’re good.”

“So what’s next with you two?”

“I don’t know, we’ll see, but I think this is gonna be good. For the first time in a long time, I’m excited.”

“I’m happy for you. It feels so good to see you smiling again” Kendall gets up to hug him.

Bryson chimes in “Yeah man, it’s good to see you happy. I’m glad you talked to him so I ain’t have to fight you.”

“He asked me out on another date soon,” Chi announces, smiling thinking about their phone convo from a few nights ago, “to a concert.”

“Oh shit, whose concert?” Kendall asks as she lets him go and sits back down.

“Kendrick.”

“Kendrick?? This nigga got taste,” Bryson comments, “But what row is it?”

“It doesn’t matter, Bryson,” Kendall interrupts.

“Man, y’all know that nigga got money.” Bryson continues. This earns a roll of the eyes and a “shut up” from Kendall.

“When’s the date?” she inquires and Chi checks his phone, “Saturday, I think.”

“Y’all doin anything after,” Bryson chimes in once again. “No, I don’t think so. We might go eat or something, but we might do that beforehand.” “No, I mean are y’all doin anything after?”

“Bryson, really?”

“It’s a valid question.“

“Why did I even call your ass” Kendall sighs, knowing he wasn’t going to be serious. “Anyways, I hope you two enjoy your date!”

“Thank you, Ken.”

“Yeah, all jokes aside,” Bryson continues, “enjoy your date, have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“I would never do half the shit you do.”

Bryson jokingly holds a hand over his heart, “I’m hurt.”

“You’ll be alright nigga.” Bryson laughs at Chi’s response as Chi turns to Kendall. “Ken can you help me get ready for this date Saturday?”

Bryson helped him get ready for the last one. He’s nervous but more excited this time. He’s just happy that Erik still wants him even after Chi cut him off for that period of time.

“Of course. Anything you need.”

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Their last sociology class of the week was finally over and Chi and Erik are walking out of class together, being almost nauseatingly cute, when Erik sees Chance and Khalil, who he is supposed to meet up with before practice.

“I’ll text you when I get out of practice” Erik pulls Chi into hug, hugging him until he hears Chance clear his throat. “You’ll see him tomorrow. I’m not tryna be late.”

Erik gives Chance the stank eye and turns back to Chi and gives him a long kiss, just to spite him.

Chi laughs into the kiss. “Y’all niggas annoying,” Chance shakes his head. “We’ll see you later Chi,” Khalil butts in as Chance pulls Erik away from Chi.

During their walk to practice, Chance and Khalil are teasing Erik, but it doesn’t work since Erik’s not even mildly embarrassed. Nothing could embarrass him when it comes to Chi. He’s smiling the whole time. While they’re getting ready for practice, their locker room talk consists of Erik beaming about the date he has planned for him and Chi.

“So where are y’all going for this date?” Khalil inquires as he puts on his equipment.

“I’m taking him to go see Kendrick. We were listening to him one time in the car, and I thought it would be a good idea.”

“Nigga, you ain’t take your best friends to a concert,” Khalil smacks his teeth.

“Really,” Chance questions, “That’s what you’re focused on right now?”

“Thank you, Chance.” Erik replies. “I mean,” Chance continues, “It would’ve been nice to get an invite, but whatever.”

“When y’all gon buy something for me?” Erik looks up at both of them.

“When we got your type of money.”

“You too bougie for us,” they both say simultaneously.

“Fuck outta here” The three continue their conversation, unknowingly making Sean privy to the details of Erik and Chi’s Friday night plans.

Once practice is over, Erik spends his night preparing for the date and talking to Chi until he falls asleep. Neither of them could wait for the next day to come.

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The beginning of Erik’s Friday is spent running errands and getting ready for the concert. Chi is at his apartment with Kendall that night doing the same thing.

Chi’s not as freaked out this time, but he’s still a little nervous. He keeps on fixing his shirt, checking his hair, which leads to Kendall to putting a hand on each of his shoulders and trying to get him to relax.

“If you brush your damn waves one more time,” Kendall grabs his brush, “calm down Chi.”

“Whatchu mean? I am calm.” He takes his brush from her and brushes his hair again to mess with her.

Kendall gives him that look that says “you a whole lie”.

“I am calm, Ken” Chi smacks his teeth.

“Okay,” Kendall decides to let it go, “You’re gonna have fun tonight.” He nods, “I hope so.”

“You better tell me how this date goes too” He laughs, “you sound like somebody mama.”

“Mmhmm. Tell him to have yo ass home by 11, since you wanna be so smart.”

“I said you sound like somebody mama, you ain’t my mama.” She slaps his shoulder and he laughs.

“I mean it, nigga. Don’t have too much fun”

“Aight, mother dearest.”

Before the banter can continue, a knock interrupts their conversation. Chi and Kendall exchange a look “Speak of the devil.”

“I'll answer the door,” Kendall shrieks as she runs to open the door for Erik. “What’s up,” Erik greets, met with Kendall’s face, “Kendall right?” She nods and he smiles as he sees Chi walking up, “Hey Chi, you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He walks out with Erik right beside him and looks back to Kendall, “I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forget to lock up.”

“I won’t. Have fun, but not too much fun.” She says teasingly before closing the door behind them

Erik grabs Chi’s hand as they walk to his car. He opens the door for Chi and when he’s seated he closes it and walks around to his side.

After Erik gets in and closes the door, there’s a small, comfortable silence as they both look at each other, actually taking in one another. Erik takes a deep breath,, “Are you ready?”

Chi smiles and nods, “Yeah, I'm ready.”

“Bet.” Erik pulls out of the parking lot and they’re off to the venue. It’s a little ways away, so Erik takes this time to bring up something important. Something that will affect his time with Chi.

“So,” he begins, “you know how I want to make sure we communicate with each other?” Erik turns the music down and turns to Chi as they approach a red light.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“So I'm already busy with football, you understand that.” He starts off, Chi nods and waits for him to continue. “But soon, I’ll be real busy with something important.... and during the process, I won't be around as much. I just want to let you know before you think something’s wrong.”

“How long does it take?”

“Could be around 3 weeks.”

“So would we have no communication at all or...? How does this work?”

“We’ll still talk to each other and we still have class together, just outside of class I’ll be caught up at practice and being on-line. I’ll make sure to still call you and text you, don’t worry. You gotta promise me you won’t tell anyone else until the show.” Chi nods in agreement, “I promise.”

Chi’s gone through periods of time where Sean would just stop talking to him with no good explanation. He doesn’t want Erik to do the same to him, but he’s glad that Erik is telling him ahead of time. It eases his mind and convinces him either more that this thing with Erik is different.

“I don't want you worrying about that tonight, but I needed to tell you that so you’re not surprised.” Erik tells him his future plans and what’s to come for him as to why he’ll be so busy, Chi understands. He knows he’ll hate being away from Erik but it’ll all work out.

They eventually get to the venue, listening to a rap playlist during the ride there, and walk inside to get to their seats. They sit close to the front which doesn’t surprise Chi. Erik’s the type to go all out for people he cares for.

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After an amazing concert, they get in the car they turn their phones back on. The barrage of notifications includes an instagram post that Erik was tagged in. When he opens the app, he sees Chi was tagged as well. And who other than Sean to tag them in some cryptic ass post with Kendrick lyrics and a thirst trap picture.

But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together

Every time I put the head in you would panic

And come right down like an avalanche

Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants

He chooses to ignore it for the sake of Chi, but Chi can sense he’s upset about something.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Erik tries to shake it off, “It’s nothing,” he grabs Chi’s hand to hold and rubs his thumb along the back of it, shooting Chi a small smile, “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Everything’s good with you here.”

He kisses the back of Chi’s hand before driving off. They pull up to a diner that looks promising and walks inside. After they get seated, Chi decides to go through his notifications and comes across the dreaded instagram post, smiling falling from his face.

Erik immediately what Chi was looking at. Chi lets out a deep sigh “I can’t win with this nigga, man.”

“Ignore it, Chi. He ain’t worth it. We’re gonna enjoy the rest of the night. just talking”

Chi tries his best to shake it off too, but, just like Erik, it keeps lingering at the back of his mind. Other than that hiccup, the rest of the date goes smoothly. When they finish their food, Chi turns to Erik. “Thank you Erik, I had a good time tonight”

“I’m glad. I had a good time, too.” Neither of them want the night to end, but it’s getting late and, although neither of them had anything to do the next day, they were both still tired.

Chi yawns and rubs his eyes, “Someone’s getting sleepy,” Erik jokes. “Come on, so I can get you home. It’s getting late”

Chi just gives him a sleepy nod and they leave after Erik quickly pays the bill. The ride home is filled with comfortable silence.

Erik plays his music low this time as Chi closes his eyes during the ride home. Erik chuckles to himself as he looks over to Chi who’s fighting sleep, but he keeps wanting to rest his eyes. He can’t remember if he snores and/or drools in his sleep or not and that’s the only thing keeping him from falling asleep at the moment. After a while, he actually lets himself fall asleep to the sound of the quiet music that Erik raps along to.

Erik sneaks a couple looks at Chi through the drive. When he pulls up to Chi’s apartment, he’s tempted to take a picture of him sleeping, but he doesn’t. He figures this won’t be the first time he’ll see Chi sleeping.

“Chi, we’re back at your place” Erik tries to gently wake him up. “Baby boy you gotta wake up.”

Chi finally flutters his eyes open, letting out a “huh?” in his disoriented state.

“You’re home,” Erik laughs a bit. Chi sees that the lights are still on which meant that Kendall’s still there. He knows she’s probably going to end up spending the night like she always does.

“Your best friend is still here?” Chi nods, “She’s always here. I feel like she’s my roommate at this point,” he chuckles as he gets out and stretches a bit. Erik also gets out and walks over to Chi’s side. Hugging him tight. “I’m glad you enjoyed tonight”

“I’m glad that you asked me out.” Chi’s trying to figure out if that little nap in the car would cause him to have morning breath because he wants to go in for a kiss.

Erik sees how hesitant he’s being and goes in for the kiss anyway

Chi’s worries about his breath, Sean, everything, just melt away and he melts right into the kiss.

Erik pulls away first and pecks his lips one last time. “And don’t worry about that nigga, Sean, okay? He just trying to get under your skin”

“Please don’t do anything crazy, Erik. Like you said, he’s not worth it”

“I hear you, baby boy.”

Erik pulls him into another hug, this time holding him for a while. “I’ll probably call you tomorrow or some shit” Chi nods and yawns again. “Let me let you get some sleep.” He kisses his forehead and watches as Chi walks into his apartment.

“Text me when you get home,”

”I will,” Erik promises, “Now go to bed.”

Chi turns and makes his way to his door. “Sweet dreams!” He yells before Chi can close the door

Chi waves as he walks in, he sees Kendall sleep on the couch with the TV on

he turns it off, and she wakes up, eyeing him as he stands in front of the tv. “I was watching that, Nemour.”

“Nah, the TV was watching you, Lorraine.” She flips him off and he laughs.

Kendall’s alert now as she thinks to ask about his night. “Tell me all about the date.” She grabs his hand as he puts the remote down on the coffee table. He shakes his head, “I’ll tell you in the morning, sis.”

He’s ready to hop in bed, she smacks her teeth. “I promise I’ll tell you everything in the morning, okay?” Kendall gives in and lets Chi go to bed. As soon as he gets in the room, he strips out of his clothes and sits down on the edge of his bed.

A few minutes later, Erik texts him saying he’s made it home. Chi smiles and lays down, mind going through the events of the night, finally settling on the goodnight kiss before drifting off to sleep.

He tries to ignore the Sean mess, trying to focus instead on everything that went right tonight instead of the one less than savory parts of the evening.

Erik’s up reflecting on his night, he’s happy the date was a success. He got to see one of his favorite rappers with his favorite guy. As far as he was concerned, his relationship with Chi was all that mattered.

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ledamemangociana · 4 years

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2020 20 questions meme time UWU

i was tagged by @decertatio to do this! i havent spent enough time on here recently to tag anyone, B U T! if you see this and would like to do this, consider yourself tagged, and let me know! i wanna read your answers UWU

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1. Do you make your bed? - GAWD NO, at least not 70% of the time, im so bad at this. it’s coz on the weekdays, i start working at 6:30am or 7am at home coz my bosses are in Australia and a lot of our clients are in Australia and/or New Zealand, and they’re 3 or 4 hours ahead of us, so i gotta get on those emails and support case tickets as soon as i can, so i give myself about an hour to catch up, and then i hurry out of the condo to get to the office before im marked late at 10am lolololol. on the weekends, when im at home, BECAUSE im just at home, i never fix my bed coz im in it 85% of the time anyway lakdjf

2. What’s your favorite number? - 13, cliche as it sounds. not coz i think it’s lucky or anything, but because other people around me thought it was. i kind of clung onto it when i was in high school coz i wanted to fit in by standing out.

3. What’s your job? - An accounts and client services manager at a digital services agency.

4. If you could, would you go back to school? - Probably not. I love learning, HATE studying.

5. Can you parallel park? - i never got far enough into being taught how to drive by mom to get to parking

6. A job you had which would surprise people? I think every job I’ve ever held, tbh. I graduated interior design mainly because my dad told me to when i asked him if i should enroll in advertising instead (the entrance exam i passed was good for either course). the only ID job i ever had lasted only two weeks, at a firm i had to do my internship/OJT at. it was my first job, and i was let go after two weeks. after that, i was a call center agent for two months, and then a copywriter for 6 months, and then an SEO specialist for a year and a half, and then a social media content/community manager at one firm for one year, and then for another agency for 3 and a half, and now im in my second year as an accounts manager at a digital services cloud agency. even i’m surprised at this job list tbh.

7. Do you think aliens are real? - i absolutely do believe that we are not the only life in this big, huge, wide, expansive universe that the planet earth is but a miniscule blip on. there’s definitely other life out there.

8. Can you drive a manual car? - i haven’t driven a car legitimately outside of learning how to drive, but yeh i probably can, since that was what my mom taught me with.

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? - junk food and soft drinks, but in general i try not to feel guilty about anything i take pleasure in

10. Tattoos? - none, but i am ACHING for them. i’ve had ideas for a loooong time. one that i DEFINITELY want to get as my first one is part of a letter that i found that my mom wrote for me in high school. “i know that you will be able to stand up for yourself and the world will stop and take notice.” i still have the letter, so i still have it in her handwriting. i want it on the inside of my left forearm.

11. Favorite color? - Pink! lighter/softer/pastel shades are my preferred ones, but i love any shade or hue of pink tbh

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? - i hate fake guilt trips. like, when someone wants me to do something that i can’t do, they’ll come in with like “nah, it’s fine, i’ll just drop all these SUPER IMPORTANT things im doing and go out of my way to do this thing that im asking you to do because i’m SOOOOO sorry that you’re unable to do it yourself” coz it’s like...dude, if you really were able to do that or if you wanted to actually do that, you wouldn’t have asked me to do the thing in the first place. like, you’re clearly just saying that to make me feel bad enough to make me drop everything im doing and do whatever it is you asked me to do. i also hate when ppl fish for compliments by being falsely humble or self-deprecating. like. PLEASE, y’all, i’ve lived with negative amounts of self-esteem for literal decades, i know the difference between actual self-loathing and you just wanting to hear good things about yourself that you don’t want to be called narcissistic for saying about yourself. i know what it sounds like when someone is actually going THRU something or is actually having an actual hard time accepting themselves and/or asking people for what they need as opposed to when someone just wants to be told something. like. don’t insult my intelligence and experiences like that. granted, there are nuances to consider for all of these things, bUT like i said, i know the differences when i see them.

13. Any Phobias? - i have a phobia of drowning that’s light enough to NOT keep me away from water but bad enough to sometimes make watching or listening to scenes where someone could potentially drown to set some triggers off for me. i also just have a really really bad fear of dying because of getting my oxygen cut off, coz that sounds like a really slow, painful way to die.

14. Favorite childhood sport? - i was never really a sports kid. the only sport i ever really enjoyed playing willingly was badminton. i trained for a few summers but never competed, but i got good enough to make games in a court fun. i still have my badminton racquet, it’s the only Legit™ badminton racquet in the house (it’s a Yonex, handed down to me by my trainer, only been restrung twice or thrice coz the last restringing was done so damn well), all the other racquets were inexpensive unbranded knock-offs that were good enough for me and my family to have casual games with.

15. Do you talk to yourself? - yes but mostly as a product of deep focus or concentration, or really heavy emotion. having social media has lessened doing it for the latter since i can just vent on here or on twitter, but when im doing stuff for work that’s hard or needs a lot of focus or concentration, i have full-on stand-up meetings with myself.

16. What movie do you adore? - “Romy And Michele’s High School Reunion.” it’s not a perfect movie by any means, but for someone who was a bullied outcast for much of elementary and high school years in a private, all-girls, Catholic school where everyone was tall and thin and pretty and pale and smart and popular, ALL the things that i wasn’t, it was - is? - like a beacon or a hug.

17. Do you like doing puzzles? - heck yeh, coz solving them makes me feel smart, and not being able to solve them but learning HOW to is so much fun for me.

18. Favorite kind of music? - i don’t know that i have one, to be honest, i haven’t listened to current radio in literal YEARS because i dont own a radio in the condo, i barely watch TV anymore, and i dont spend enough time in a vehicle to really know what’s up. i enjoy pop, hip-hop, rnb, showtunes.

19. Tea or coffee? - more of a coffee person myself, actual tea always just tastes LEGITIMATELY like leaf water to me, and i cant find a liking for it. i do really love sweet tea and milktea tho. but yeh, im mostly a bean juice person.

20. The first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? - An architect, like my dad. i thought i would be one, up until i discovered writing in high school, and then i thought i wanted to become a journalist until i took it up as my first course in college and hated it. but yeh, it was always “architect! like daddy!” when i was asked that question when i was a kid. i looked up to him so much as a kid, and he and i were super tight when i was younger coz i was his firstborn and a daughter. we used to call each other best friends. i miss those days a lot; things between us seemed simpler, but maybe that’s because i didn’t have the ideals, knowledge and capacity to question the way he loves/loved me as My Parent™. our relationship these days is absolutely skewed and skewered.

#personalciana #Mango Goes to Jail #memeciana

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 25

March 20, 2019

Renesmee runs up behind Taeyong wrapping her arms around him. “TY darkness.” She says smiling resting her head on his shoulder.

Taeyong freezes hearing her as he stands there. He lifts his hand covering his mouth looking away. “How can something so bad sound so cute?” He stands there blushing looking towards the floor.

“Mmm but Tae you’re cute.” Renesmee says not letting him go. She looks over seeing the set smiling. “Well not now because of the outfit but still cute.”

Renesmee leans forward standing on her tip toes. “How does he look now then?” Ten asks walking over towards them. Renesmee looks up hearing him and she waves to him.

“Uh…” Renesmee starts off biting her lip turning her head towards the mirrors looking at Taeyong reflection. “Sexy?” Renesmee sounding more confuse as she looks back at Ten.

Taeyong coughs closing his eyes as he stands there. Ten smiles biting his laugh back seeing the older males face. “Why did you say it like that?” Taeyong asks through his hand that he still hold over his mouth.

“I don’t know?” She speaks shrugging her shoulders. Taeyong tilts his head looking at her. “What.”

“It’s good to have the old Nessie back.” He says smiling and she smiles back. “Ugh why are you so cute.” He looks away trying to pull free.

“That’s because she’s like you.” Moka says walking over drink her water. Taeyong looks over at her and Ten just nods agreeing.

“What do you mean?” Taeyong asks looking at her.

“Fans call y’all the vampire couple.” Moka answers tilting her head. “You both have unrealistic looks and when you’re on stage it really shows.” She nods as she speaks. Ten holds up his phone taking some pictures of them smiling.

“It’s true you both are the power couple of SM.” Ten says before pulling up a tweet holding his phone up. “See look.” He hands Taeyong his phone.

“Besides D.O hyung; Nessie other partner could be Taeyong.” Taeyong reads out reading the post. He scrolls still reading and Renesmee blushes. “Both Taeyong hyung and Nessie noona have that vampire look and feel both are a threat the true power couple of SM.”

“The true darkness of SME and here are pictures to prove it.” Taeyong finish reading before handing Ten his phone.

“Oh I read that one they made a thread of who would best unnie.” Moka says smiling pulling her phone out. “It said Tae oppa, D.O oppa, Johnny oppa, Kai oppa, Key oppa, and Minho oppa.”

“Why Minho oppa I don’t know…” Moka says tilting her head looking at Renesmee. “I don’t think he’s her type.” She shrugs before putting her drink down.

“I’m all for TaeMee or is it TaeNes?” Ten says looking at Moka and she hums.

“I like TaeMee better.” She says and both Renesmee and Taeyong groan. “Oh we should get it to trend.”

“Why are you trying to start trouble?” Taeyong asks looking at them and they just laugh.

The director yells and they look up putting their stuff up. Renesmee let’s go of Taeyong getting ready. Donghae walks over running his fingers through his hair. “Everyone get ready.”

They spend the next 6 hours filming the MV. “See you’re late right there Moka.” Renesmee points at the screen as they watch the replay. Moka nods as the stylist fix her outfit.

“I think she should step a little early before the spin.” Taeyong nods looking at Moka. He lifts his hand showing her when to step as they watch the play back. “See here that’s when you should step.”

“Oh okay that way I’m here before the next count.” Moka replies placing her hand on her hip. “Got it!”

“Okay places!”

They start the music again and they go through the dance. Once they finish the dance they move onto film outside shooting the other parts of the MV.

At the end of the day they go back over filming individual scenes for the video. “Cut that’s it!”

“Wow I don’t think we’ve ever done one day filming.” Moka says bouncing on her toes and Ten tilts his head watching her.

Renesmee walks out the dressing room looking down at her phone. “Hello?” She answer holding the phone to her ear.

“Be here in 5 hours.” Kyungsoo says before ending the call. Renesmee pouts looking at her phone.

She walks over standing next to Ten drinking from her tumblr. “What’s with her?” Renesmee asks looking at Moka.

“I have no idea.” He replies folding his arms shaking his head. Taeyong comes up behind Renesmee reaching for her tumblr.

“Gimmie!” He says resting his chin on her shoulder. Renesmee gasp turning her head watching him as he takes a sip. Taeyong smiles as the straw touches his lips.

Ten holds up the camera taking a video of them. “SM’s cutest evil supernatural couple.” He says and Moka laughs watching. Renesmee and Taeyong both turn giving him an evil stare.

“#TaeMee.” Moka adds nodding as she looks at camera.

“So how do you feel about today’s shoot?”

“I had fun I can’t wait to see all the added effects.” Moka says as she stands there dancing.

“Even though you messed up a few times?” Taeyong asks watching her and Ten smiles. Moka pouts looking at the floor.

“Well no but you and Nessie unnie did help me so yes I did have fun.” She says smiling again and Renesmee just covers her mouth laughing.

“What about you?” Moka asks looking at Ten and he turns the camera.

“Eh I hurt myself doing one of the moves me and Nessie noona do but a nice hot shower will fix that.” Ten says nodding and Renesmee shakes her head.

“I told you be careful.” She nags him and he walks over resting his head on her shoulder. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” She laughs tickling his chin.

“This is why I love noona she takes care of me.” Ten smiles trying to kiss her cheek but Renesmee whines turning her head. Ten laughs seeing her face holding the camera up.

“You kissed Johnny hyung so easily but you can’t kiss me?” Ten teases her and she shakes her head.

“That wasn’t easy kiss acting is not easy what so ever.” Renesmee speaks up looking back at him. “The first take I got a panic attack.”

“She’s right Kai oppa said it took them like 30 different takes to finally get everything because she keep freaking out.” Moka pokes Renesmee cheek smiling.

“Really?” Taeyong asks taking another sip from her cup. Renesmee nods closing her eyes.

“But I’m a professional so I must fight through no matter what.” Renesmee says lifting her fist.

“Unnie is super cool and strong never complain about anything.” Moka says kissing Renesmee cheek. “She never cries or gets sick she’s like a superhero.”

“Eh every superhero isn’t super though.” Ten adds looking at Moka. Renesmee hums nodding her head agreeing with him.

“If she doesn’t cry or get sick wouldn’t that make her a robot.” Taeyong questions looking at Renesmee tilting his head. “Or are the rumors true; you really are a vampire.”

Renesmee shrugs as she stands there thinking. “She doesn’t sleep…”

“She doesn’t eat…”

“Hmm she is super smart.” Moka adds to the list as they stand there.

“She’s super fast.” Ten points out.

“Don’t forget she can breath under water.” Moka says holding up her hand.

Renesmee looks at the camera looking at the moon shape under her eye. “Maybe she isn’t human?” They say looking back at her and she hums.

“Really guys can we just talk about the MV or something?” She asks leaning her head back. “Before we leave for the photo shoot.”

“Okay what did you think about today?” Moka asks looking at her and Renesmee thinking.

“It was simple.” Renesmee says nodding her head. “Pandora Box will take over the world.” She says pointing to the camera smiling.

“This is most definitely one box you’ll want to open.” Taeyong says pulling Renesmee back as she takes a swig from her cup. Taeyong bites his lip looking at the camera before pushing his knee against her leg.

Renesmee starts walking heading to the van and they head off to the shoot. Once they finish for the day the girls head back to their dorm. “Okay I’ll be back going for a walk then to see my mom.”

Renesmee hops out the cab and makes her way down the path. “Don’t even know why I’m coming out here.” She folds her arms as she walks looking st the ground.

Kyungsoo stands there throwing rocks into the water. “It doesn’t like when someone throws rocks at it.” She says walking up behind him and he turns hearing her.

“What?”

“The water…” She says pointing to it then at his hand. “It doesn’t like when someone throws rocks at it.” Renesmee speaks again pushing her hair back as she stands there.

“Well I don’t like my girlfriend lying to me and keeping secrets from me.” He says throwing another rock into the water. “I don’t like the fact I have to go to Jisoo or the others just see if you’re okay.”

Renesmee stands there looking at the ground as she listens to him. “I don’t like looking up stories and post online only to read that you’re in trouble and in pain!”

“Do you not trust me?” He asks walking over to her.

“Do you not trust me or you don’t think I can help?” He speaks his voice getting a little louder as he stands there angry.

“Or do you not really love me enough to tell me what’s going on.” He says looking down at her and she bites her lip. “Answer me!”

Renesmee closes her eyes letting her shoulders drop. “I do trust you and I do love you but…”

“But what!” He yells grabbing her arm causing her to whine as she looks up at him. “But what Nessie?”

“I don’t want to lose you okay.” Renesmee says looking away. “I’m ignoring you because I want to keep you.”

“If I let you in; if I let you help you may get in trouble and they will make us break up.” Renesmee yells pulling free from his grip. “You heard Chen oppa and I’m sure you’ve seen the videos.”

“I try so hard to get them taking down but more and more pop up.” Renesmee pushes her hair back. “I hurt, I have bruises, my ribs are broken and all I can do is smile.”

“I can’t do anything!”

“Yes you can!” Kyungsoo says grabbing her again. “Tell your manager don’t just take this on by yourself.”

“He knows, well not everything but he knows.” She speaks her voice fading. “I wasn’t lying when I said he doesn’t want me up there at night or early in the morning alone.”

“Then why isn’t he doing anything about it?” He asks watching her and she shakes her head.

“They will deny everything, I’m just a kid compared to them they won’t believe me.” Renesmee says looking at him. “I’m doing this to stay in the group.”

“I’m doing this to stay with you but in the end I’m just hurting everyone by staying.”

Kyungsoo sighs moving closer wrapping his arms around her. “You need to see a doctor.” He says closing his eyes and Renesmee shakes her head.

“I can’t if I go they’ll make me stop and I can’t at least not now.” She says looking up at him. “Not when they are planning our tour.”

Kyungsoo grips his fist the anger in his eyes growing. “Please I know you’re mad but if you want to help you have to do it my way.” She says tilting her head back.

“Now you want my help?” He says looking down at her and she nods. “Fine what is it?”

“Well I really want to try and sleep but you know how that ends so…”

“So you want me to sleep with you?” He question watching her. She looks away biting her lip as he stares at her confuse.

“That’s only part of it.” She whispers looking at the ground. He hums looking at her as she stands there.

“And what’s the other part?”

“Well I may get in trouble but I would get some rest and healing time.” She speaks outs and he just smirks. “You’re going to have to kiddnap me and take me to my mom house.”

“So you’re running away again?” He asks trying not to smile.

“No you’re kiddnapping me; this way my mom will stop worrying and so will you.” She points out stepping back folding her arms. “No one at the company knows about the house well not that one.”

“Hmmm Jisoo knows but I told her my mom is selling it so she won’t come over…”

“Just have my mom call my manager after a while because yes technically it will look like I’m running away.”

Kyungsoo smiles pulling her back kissing her cheek. Renesmee whines trying to pull free but he shakes his head. “Oppa please my pain pills wore off; I wasn’t kidding about the pain.”

Kyungsoo lets her go nodding looking at her. “How did you film today if you were in pain?” He asks taking her bag from her.

“Like I said pain pills my doctor gave them to last time I messed up my back and ankle.” She leans her head on him closing her eyes.

“So I guess this is the part where I kiddnap you?” He deadpans grabbing her hand and she nods. “Well then time to go.” He says pulling her along.

Renesmee hums following him and she looks back at the tree. “What’s wrong?” He asks looking at her and she stops.

“The tree.” She says tilting her head.

“Yeah I’ve notice it seems to be sick.” Kyungsoo says watching her and he tilts his head. Renesmee looks back at him tilting her head back.

“Do you come here when I’m not here?” She asks and he nods his head. Renesmee squeezes his hand and starts walking again. “It will be fine.”

March 29, 2019

“Where is Nessie?” Their manager asks looking at the girls. They all shrug shaking their heads. “What!”

“Last I saw her was we did our filming.” Moka says as she walks down the hall. Their manager groans walking off.

“Maybe she’s in the practice room?” Chaoxing says turning down the next hallway. She bumps into Mark, Taeyong, Jungwoo.

The girls bow saying a quick hello. “She hasn’t been seen in almost 10 days.” Jisoo says holding her phone.

“And she’s not answering anyone calls.” Roxay adds folding her arms. “You don’t think she passed out somewhere?”

“Are you guys talking about Nessie?” Taeyong asks and they nod.

“She’s been missing since we finished our filming.” Moka says looking at him.

“Do you think she ran away because of the rumors?” Eunjin says rubbing her head. “I mean she was acting strange the past few months.”

“She’s been acting weird since they mentioned a tour.” Sora says and Yiyang nods agreeing. “Maybe the stress really got to her; you know she doesn’t show emotions or let us know when something is wrong.”

“She’s right she carries all the weight of the group by herself.” Xiaoling speaks up as she hugs Jisoo from behind.

“Did you girls try and look for her?” Mark asks tilting his head. They shake their heads looking at him.

“So the video I saw is true; she really is hurt?” Jungwoo asks looking at them.

“We really don’t know she doesn’t look like it.” Jisoo says tilting her head. “She’s seems to be fine then the next moment her whole attitude is different.”

“Hey guys did you hear Nessie has been taken.” Johnny says making his way around the corner. “I heard some guys talking about it; they seem to be happy that she was missing.” He questions before looking over seeing the girls.

“What do you mean she was taken!” Jisoo says looking up at Johnny. He sighs rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t know really I just know your manager isn’t to happy.” Johnny says folding his arms. “And they can’t get a hold of her mom; they think she went back to America.”

“No she said she’s moving back here; well that’s what Nessie said.” Jisoo hums trying to think. “She has been going to China a lot lately maybe she’s there.”

“Didn’t she say that night she was going to see her mom?” Eunjin asks looking at Roxay.

“Yeah she did so that means her mom saw her last.” Roxay says looking at them. “Does anyone know where she lives?”

They shake their heads then look at Jisoo. “Since she moved here I don’t know; I know she sold that other house so she won’t be there.” Jisoo sighs whining closing her eyes. “Maybe Nessie is right I’m too weak to help her when she needs it.”

“Don’t think like that.” Mark says placing his hand on her shoulder. “They will find her.” He nods looking at the others.

“Yeah Nessie is a pretty tough cookie to beat.” Taeyong adds smiling at them. “And if we have time we’ll help too.”

“Thank you but knowing Nessie she doesn’t want help.” Jisoo says looking at the floor before walking off. “Come on let’s go girls.”

Renesmee lays there sleep as Kyungsoo sits there watching a video on his phone. He looks up hearing footsteps coming towards the door.

“Yeah I just got here.” Rosalie says talking on the phone. “No I didn’t forget I’ll be there when I can okay bye.” She says opening the door.

Rosalie stops seeing Kyungsoo then looks at the bed seeing Renesmee. “She’s actually sleep; oh my god how did you do it?” She says gently putting her bag down.

Kyungsoo stands up bowing to her putting his phone down. “Uh well I just slept with her.” He says putting his hands in his pockets.

She hums looking back at him and Kyungsoo freezes hearing what we said. “No not like that I wouldn’t do that.” He says starting to panic as he shakes his hand. “I mean not that I wouldn’t want to….”

“No wait I uh I mean…” He speaks stumbling over his words. Kyungsoo faces turns red and he looks away. Rosalie walks over placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Relax D.O okay.” She says looking at him and he nods trying to relax.

“What I mean is she asked me to lay with her.” He says letting his shoulders drop. “She says I keep her calm enough to sleep.”

“Let me guess you just woke up?” She asks walking over to the bed sitting next to Renesmee. Kyungsoo hums a quick yes watching her. “I’m glad she has you.”

Rosalie speaks softly moving hair from her face. “It was so hard to get her to sleep without using pills or letting her pass out.” She continues speaking as she looks at Renesmee. “I was scared that she wouldn’t make it past the age of 7; because she wouldn’t sleep and sometimes wouldn’t eat.”

“Before her father left he would worry so much and blame his self because she couldn’t sleep.”

“May I ask where is her father now?” Kyungsoo asks slowly not wanting to push it.

“Famous actor in China I’m sure you met him at least once; I know he most definitely wants to work with you.” She says looking back at him smiling. “Trust me it wasn’t his choice to leave we both agreed to keep her safe.”

“Well she’s older now why won’t he come back?” He asks looking confuse and she laughs seeing his face.

“He’ll be back sooner then you think.” She says nodding. “Now why don’t you tell me about this plan; I don’t think I can keep ignoring her manager.”

“Well she said she wanted to sleep, she told me to kiddnap her; and this way she would get rest and let her ribs heal.” Kyungsoo speaks looking at her then back at Renesmee.

“She told me to tell you if they call say you took her for a bit and to come up with something so she can stay here for a while.”

“I see then this should be easy for me.” Rosalie says pulling her phone out. “Wait I won’t do it just yet; they think she’s missing so I’m going to have a little fun.”

Kyungsoo hums watching her then back at her phone. “Now I see where she gets it.” He nods walking back over to his seat.

“What?”

“Huh oh uh nothing.” Kyungsoo says smiling as he sits down picking up his phone. “I didn’t say a word.” He grabs his water taking a swig.

“So when are you going to sleep with her?” She says clicking her tongue. Kyungsoo gasp chocking on his water hearing her. “You’re both adults.”

“Umm I don’t think this is a good topic to talk about.” He speaks in between fits of coughing. Rosalie stands there folding her arms.

“Fine but if you two are still dating by next year we talk wedding plans.” She says walking grabbing her bag off the floor. “I have a meeting so bye.”

Kyungsoo stands bowing to her as she leaves. Once she locks the door he sighs falling back onto his seat closing his eyes. Renesmee whines turning over as she lays there.

Kyungsoo hums looking over hearing her. Renesmee tosses again shaking her head. She reaches out swinging at the air before jolting forward screaming waking up. Kyungsoo jumps up running over to her.

“Hey calm down it’s okay.” He says sitting there rubbing her shoulders. Renesmee gasp trying to breathe. She blinks looking around before looking at Kyungsoo. “It’s okay I’m right here.”

Renesmee looks around again before pushing him away running to the bathroom. Kyungsoo groans being push to the floor and he looks back at her. Renesmee leans over the toilet throwing up.

Kyungsoo gets up walking up behind her. He crouched down reaching over pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Renesmee whines trying to push him away again. “Stop.”

Kyungsoo says grabbing her hand rubbing her back. “No get out.” She says still trying to push him out. He sighs not moving and she groans throwing up again.

Kyungsoo hums softly as he rubs her back. “Ugh I hate this.” She says closing her eyes and he tilts his head looking at her.

“Do you always throw up after a bad dream?” He asks her and she shakes her head no. “This is the first time?” She nods hearing him.

“Okay I think I’m okay now.” Renesmee says flushing the toilet. She slowly stands up walking to the sink. “Ugh.” She grabs her toothbrush and brushes her teeth and tongue.

Kyungsoo walks over grabbing a face towel and some bandages. “You just missed your mom.” He says placing them on the counter space. Renesmee nods before using mouthwash to clean her mouth out.

She spits into the sink then wipes her mouth. She then turns looking at him and he smiles. “Okay shirt off.”

“What?” Renesmee says moving away from him.

“Hey I have to take care of you so off with the shirt.” He says pulling her closer and she pouts. “Pouting is going to get you no where.”

Renesmee pushes him away pulling her shirt down. “Really Nessie in our MV you basically had on a see through shirt on.” Kyungsoo says folding his arms. Renesmee whines looking away and he sighs. “Nessie.”

“I think my ribs are okay now.” She says nodding her head but Kyungsoo smirks reaching over pushing on her ribs. Renesmee screams falling to her knees.

“Yeah but there okay now.” He tilts his head down looking at her. He then slowly pulls her back up. “I won’t do anything to you; you know that.”

Renesmee nods before turning her back towards him. “Fine.” She says closing her eyes. Kyungsoo nods reaching down pulling her shirt off.

“I talked to my mom and she said this should help along with ice.” He says holding up the tube. Renesmee hum turning her head looking at him. “Are you going to turn around or no?”

Renesmee shakes her head closing her eyes. Kyungsoo sighs looking down at his slippers. “Fine.” He says squeezing some cream on his hands.

“How long was I sleep?” She asks facing the floor. He hums as he applies the cream onto her back first.

“Well since yesterday and it around 3 in the afternoon.” He says looking at the bruises on her back humming. “The bruises on your back seem to be fading.”

“Isn’t that a good thing oppa?” Renesmee says looking back at him and he nods. “I’m sorry.” She says turning around looking at him.

“For what you didn’t do anything.”

“I should have told you sooner what was going on.” She says pouting looking at the floor. Kyungsoo blushes looking away before clearing his throat.

He leans forward kissing her nose. “It’s okay; now are you going to let me finish.” He asks holding up his hands. “Because I called a doctor and he said that you will need to ice your sides to help healing.”

Renesmee shakes her head pouting and he just sighs. “Well as your nurse and since your my hostage you do what I say.” He says rubbing the rest of the cream on her sides and stomach.

Renesmee whines shaking her head and he just smirks. “You have no choice.” Kyungsoo says grabbing the bandage and starts wrapping it around her stomach. “That is unless you want me to leave you here alone?”

Renesmee whines grabbing his arm closing her eyes. “No stay don’t go.” She says looking at him and he smiles. Kyungsoo looks at the wrap making sure it wasn’t to tight.

“Such a baby.” He says teasing her and she hits his arm.

“No I’m not!”

Kyungsoo smirks grabbing her shirt handing it to her. “Yes you are anytime we are together you act like a baby.” He says folding his arms and she just puts her shirt back on.

Renesmee looks away putting her shirt on pouting. “No I don’t.” She says walking past him going to the kitchen.

“You’re doing it now.” He points out watching her.

“I change my mind leave.” She says walking down the hall. Kyungsoo hums grabbing his phone before following her. “Meany.”

Kyungsoo nods walking over grabbing his keys. “Okay bye.” He says walking to the door. “See you later.”

Renesmee looks back hearing him and she runs over to the door. “Nya!” She hugs him from behind. Kyungsoo stumbles a bit as he puts on his shoes. “Don’t go.”

“You told me to leave.” He says standing there and she pulls him closer. “Do you me to leave or stay?”

“Stay.” She cries closing her eyes and he drops his other shoe reaching for her arms. He pulls her arms down turning around.

“Then don’t say something you don’t mean.” He speaks wrapping his arms around her. “Are you hungry?” He asks pushing her hair back.

April 1, 2019

Déshì walks into the house carrying a bag. “Nessie?” He says looking around walking down the hall.

“Hello you called me?” Rosalie says speaking on the phone with Renesmee manager. “Yes I did take her.”

Renesmee lays on her giant penguin plushie in the living room. Déshì walks into the room laughing. “What are you doing?” He asks looking at her.

“They keep telling me to lay down so I’m laying down.” She says pouting turning her head to look at him.

“You need to let your body heal itself.” Kyungsoo says walking out the kitchen. “What’s in the bag?”

“Some old pictures of Nessie.” Déshì answers patting the bag.

“No!” Rosalie yells. “I will have someone personally drive her to and from the company until she is better.” She says and they all look back down the hall.

“What’s that about?” Déshì asks pointing down the hall. Renesmee groans sitting up taking some of Kyungsoo food. He looks at her moving away.

“She’s on the phone with my manager.” Renesmee says trying to get some of his food again.

“Stop.” Kyungsoo says walking over to the couch.

“Fine she will be there tomorrow.” Rosalie says before ending the call. “Ugh and he’s the nice one?” She says walking down the hallway.

“You have to film tomorrow so Déshì will be taking you from here to there then back.”

“What why do I have to do it!” Déshì whines looking at Rosalie. She just tilts her head watching him.

“Because I said to.”

Renesmee laughs watching them smiling. “Since I’m not selling this house it’s yours now Nessie.” Her mom says grabbing her bags off the couch. “Did you bring what I told you?”

Déshì nods holding up the bag and she smiles. “Nessie look at these pictures they may help you, but I have work so bye.” She says before leaving.

Nessie nods getting up going over taking the bag from Déshì. “Uhh you’re welcome.” He says watching her and she nods sitting on the floor.

Renesmee takes the books out opening them. “Wait these are my baby pictures?” She says looking at them and Déshì walks to the kitchen fixing a plate.

Kyungsoo looks over looking at some of the photos. Renesmee sighs looking at the pictures trying to figure out the people in them. “Hey you’re in some of these.”

She says looking over at Déshì and he just nods. “Told you I know your past.” He says looking back at his food then over at his phone.

“But how?” She asks watching him. Déshì shakes his head. “Fine then who are the rest of these business people?”

“That you have to ask your mom.” He points out. “Why this ain’t about them.”

“I know but they look familiar to me?” Renesmee says tilting her head looking at the picture. “Xi…” She looks at the picture trying to think.

Déshì hums sitting up hearing her. Renesmee sighs turning the page seeing the man face again. “Xi…Xim…ugh why is he in here!”

Kyungsoo leans over looking at the pictures. “He seems very close to your mom.” He says looking at the photo in her hand.

“This dress, this was my favorite dress when I was little.” Renesmee says looking at the next page.

“I can tell you have it on in almost every photo.” Kyungsoo says with a smirk and she reaches over hitting him. “What it’s cute.”

“Hmm there’s that guy again.” Kyungsoo points out and Renesmee looks at the corner of the picture. Déshì grabs Kyungsoo pulling him back shaking his head.

Renesmee hums going back to the picture in her hand. She closes her eyes groaning as she rubs her head. “Think what’s his name.”

“Xim…”

‘I won’t do that!’

‘This is my family!’

‘Look I can do more work in Korea than here Ximen!’

“Ximen!” Renesmee yells looking back at the books. “Ximen his name is Xim…” She says her speech cut in half as she faints.

Déshì looks at her in shock as he catches her head before it hits the table. “I didn’t think she would get it.” He says looking at her gently laying her down on the floor.

“Who’s Ximen?” Kyungsoo asks watching Déshì as he picks up the books.

He sighs closing his eyes before looking at him. “He’s her father old manager.” Déshì says looking away. He gets up putting the books on the shelf.

“Old manager?”

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baynotbayley · 5 years

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( britt robertson + 24 + muse 44 ) isn’t that BAY DELTA over there? i heard SHE joined FACTION THREE after she got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause she was only on the service trip because HER BROTHER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO GO TOGETHER. hopefully she’ll fit in there – she’s ADVENTUROUS, but also IMPULSIVE. oh, i’m sure she’ll be fine.

guess who’s back, back again -- rach is back, tell a friend!

hi y’all! i’m here to introduce my trash daughter -- bay is a beloved child of mine who has gone through the wringer but also will not hesitate to put others through the wringer. you can read bay’s bio (which may or may not be longer than peyton’s) here and you can also see the BONUS bio for her service dog lucky here. or if you don’t feel like reading those (let’s be real, who reads anymore???) there’s a play-by-play under the cut! i am still just as much a sucker for plotting, please come talk to me, i love you all so much.

CONTENT WARNING: Paternal Abandonment, Paternal Death (this intro goes into more detail than her bio, more specific warnings under the cut), Amputation Details

So if Peyton belongs to the “looks like and is a cinammon roll” squad, Bay Alexandra Delta most definitely belongs to the “looks like she can kill you and also probably can kill you” squad.

Her initials literally spell “BAD”, like, if that’s not a sign idk what is

This human bean is a firecracker in a 5′3″ frame; she’s got some rough skeletons in her closet, but she tries to go with the flow of things and just live her best life and I high-key admire her for that

Bay was born in San Clemente, California to Mackenzie (Mack) & Brady Delta

Mack worked for the city as an engineer, she was very book smart but very particular & required calm & order to thrive

Brady was the head of the city’s Marine Safety department, he was the kind of person who thrived in social situations, who may not have been as book smart as Mack but damn did he know a lot about the world

Bay was the fix-it baby who didn’t fix-it!!

Mack was out the door less than a year after Bay was born, leaving Brady to take care of their daughter himself

And like, take care of her he did. He made a promise to himself when Mack left that he would do everything he could do make sure that Mack’s absence wouldn’t prevent Bay from having a great childhood

And believe me when I say that Bay really did have a great childhood.

She and Brady lived in an apartment right on the beach; Bay spent the first six years of her life with sand between her toes and an ever-present smell of sea breeze

Bay inherited her mother’s intelligence but her father’s soul; she was a people person, first and foremost, and talked to everyone and anyone who would talk to her & thrived off of the human connection

She picked up surfing & skateboarding at a very young age, & spent a large amount of time outside -- I mean, when you live in San Clemente, why wouldn’t you??

Brady was very present in Bay’s early childhood, save one weekend a month where he’d drop Bay off with family friends

Bay never asked where he went but I bet y’all can connect those dots (if you need help connecting them, though, no judgement -- lemme know)

The last weekend trip he took, though, was right before Bay turned seven, and Brady came back with a little surprise

This surprise is better known as Sammy “Squirt” Delta, Bay’s half-sibling

Sammy was the missing piece Bay didn’t realize they needed; the family of two became three and for a long time, everything was really really good.

Bay and Sammy went to public school in San Clemente

Bay’s never been afraid to stand up for what’s right, nor is she afraid to use harsh words (or fast fists) to convince others of what’s right -- which meant there were definitely some calls home during school

Bay was an excellent student, though, which probably saved her from getting into as much trouble as she should’ve as a kid

Bay’s also always been an avid reader, and was also the kid who could be found in the morning with a flashlight in her hand and a book on her chest. Squinting at pages in the dark was not good to her eyesight, though, and she got her first pair of glasses at age nine. For a while, she didn’t mind them, but by the time she started high school she was practically begging her dad to buy her contacts, and its rare to find her glasses now (although, we’ll see how long that contacts supply lasts her)

BEGINNING OF POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD FOR PATERNAL DEATH

Less than a week before Bay’s eighteenth birthday, she & her dad were life guarding a summer kickoff party at a beachfront mansion when one of the glass panels on the side of the pool started to splinter

Both Bay & Brady tried to help party goers out of the pool as fast as possible, but a man who was considerably stronger than Bay pulled her in accidentally and she didn’t make it back out of the pool before the glass split and the current of the water starting pulling her towards it

Bay ended up with numerous shards of glass in the bottom half of her left leg

Brady successfully managed to grab his daughter before she felt over the roof’s edge but, by doing so, sealed his own fate

He passed away eight hours later.

Bay arrived at the hospital with hypothermia and a very damaged leg; although at first it seemed the doctors might be able save it, Bay received a transfemoral (i.e., above the knee) amputation due to an infection her body was unable to shake

She spent 20 days total in the hospital and a year afterwards in a combination of rehab and physical therapy

Bay was also named Sammy’s legal guardian, and she and Sammy were the sole beneficiaries in Brady’s will

Bay and Sammy sold the majority of what they inherited, including their beachfront apartment

Through Brady’s will, Bay and Sammy also learned that their father was originally from a small college town in Kansas, and that he was the owner of his family’s home there

When Bay was cleared by her physical therapist (shout-out to Tony!), she decided it was in their best interest to move away from California and head to West Ham

END OF POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT FOR PATERNAL DEATH

The Delta siblings have been in West Ham for almost five years now

(Edited because I realized I never put this in) Five years is a long time and even though Bay really does miss her dad, she’s gotten used to her new normal and (for the most part) doesn’t dwell on her past

Sammy goes to school at WHU though it’s unclear what he’s going to school for (if someone ever picks him up as a connection that can totally be decided by them)

Bay got a job at the library soon after they moved and has been rocking that since. She’s taken a few classes at WHU but is taking her time with school, she’s not really worried about finishing on any kind of schedule

Bay has a three-year-old golden retriever service dog named Lucky

Sammy gave Lucky to Bay as her 21st birthday present; he wasn’t originally going to be a service dog but when the Delta siblings noticed some of his innate habits and reactions to Bay it just all made sense

When he’s off-duty, he is such a lovable goofball and he loves to be pet and cuddled and to play

When he’s on, he helps Bay deal with both physical and emotional hardships

Lucky really means the world to Bay, as does Sammy

Bay really went on the service trip for Sammy, because he wanted them to go together

It’s interesting because, in terms of post-service trip status, Bay’s life really hasn’t changed all that much?? She still has both her boys, though I think when Factions come into play, she and Sammy might split -- my guess would be that Sammy would go with the Greek Life kids

But, yeah! Bay’s really just taking things as they come, and she’s excited to be here, and I’m excited she’s here.

EDIT I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING -- PLEASE DON’T FUCKING CALL HER BAYLEY IF YOU DO THAT SHE WILL MOST DEFINITELY FLIP HER SHIT KAYCOOLBYE <3

Wanted Connections include: SAMMY (apparently i like making muses with sibling connections??), crushes/ex-crushes/hookups/ex-hookups (Bay is bisexual; she will love all the human beans if you let her), friends or not-so-friends, people she knows through her brother, someone who showed her around town when she and Sammy got to west ham for the first time five years ago? Or maybe a book buddy -- like, someone who was a frequent flier at the library & who she could’ve recommended books to?? Also someone who loves Bay’s dog at first sight but doesn’t really like Bay?? But suffers through seeing Bay anyway because they’re a package deal lmao. Or vice versa, gimme someone who doesn’t love dogs but warms up to Lucky the more time they spend with Bay. Also also definitely partners in mischief, particularly someone who’s gonna want to check out the amusement park because that’s right up Bay’s fucking ally. This is...a long list to start with, but let me know if you’re interested in any of them, or anything else!

#(( down with who i am )) || about bay.#(( like you i'm original )) || bay's headcanons.#apogeeintro #//wow #//it has been #//a WHOLE NIGHT OF WRITING BAY'S STUFF

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34.

Millz

“That’s a pretty color; all of our dresses will be like that?” I asked Darnell after showed me what she wanted the bridesmaid’s dresses for her wedding to look like.

We were in the TV room in my house since I wasn’t allowed to leave to be on my feet for no more than an hour. Trouble was out doing whatever he does during the day, the only kid here was Malachi and he was in his little rocker minding his business.

“The bridesmaids yeah, but you’re the maid of honor so your dress will be made different. It’ll be the same color though.”

“I should’ve known y’all was going to have blue and white everything; fake ass crips.”

“Fuck you,” Darnell laughed. “It’s going to be bomb and lucky for you it’s a year away so you’ll have your body to yourself. You won’t be all swollen in my wedding pictures.”

“That’s great to know.” I sat back against the couch letting out a deep sigh.

“What is wrong with you?” Darnell looked at me confused.

“I’m bored; the only time I leave the house is to go to the doctor. He doesn’t let me do anything else, and I’m fucking hungry.”

I’ve been on house arrest oh my bad bed rest for two months now and it’s annoying as fuck, just like I knew it would be. For the first few weeks Trouble stayed with me but it would be unrealistic for him to be here all day every day with me for the next few months. The only reasons I haven’t gone coo coo for coco puffs is because Malachi is here and taking care of him gives me something to do.

“What did you eat today?”

“A nasty ass egg white sandwich, no salt no pepper, no cheese just dry ass egg whites.” I answered her while rolling my eyes.

“You sound upset,” She laughed.

“This shit aint funny, I’m never getting pregnant again. I’m done for real.”

“Oh please, you’re going to pop out that big head boy then get knocked up again. Just watch and see,”

“Shut up,” I chuckled. During my last appointment I found out that I was having another boy and it was a bittersweet feeling. Sweet because the sex really didn’t matter too much to me and it was bitter because it’s enough boys in this house already; another one definitely wasn’t needed.

“Can you have sex?”

“Yeah but he doesn’t want to with his scary ass. He’s really taking this bed rest shit too literal.”

The morning I was released from the hospital the doctor gave me specific instructions about what I can and cannot do. Now I was told that I couldn’t go to work, and I couldn’t be involved in anything that would stress me out.

I don’t know what the fuck Trouble was listening to because he’s on some extra shit. When he is home if I’m on my feet for more than an hour he’s fussing at me to go lay down. He’s too damn scared to have sex, talking about he doesn’t want me doing too much. Mind you I ask my doctor every time I see her can we have sex and she says yes, while he’s standing right there but he’s not trying to hear that shit at all.

“So he’s scared to fuck you?” Darnell questioned then busted out laughing like something was so damn funny. “All of this, is the exact reason Zaria is going to be an only child.”

“Yeah right,”

“I’m dead ass; Xavier and I are completely fine with her being the only child.”

“You don’t want any more kids?”

“Not really, I mean if it happens we’ll be happy about it but we’re not planning on having more. Besides, Trouble has newborn; you and Gianna are both pregnant. Another baby is not needed in the mix right now. Between the mommy and auntie duties I already have I’m good.”

“I feel you; I ended up with this many kids by default. It’s not like I’m just out popping babies out.”

“True, what is going on with baby boy’s mama anyway?”

“Nothing, she meets Trouble somewhere every Saturday to see him and it’s going to continue to be like this until she gets it together.”

After Nicki did all that bullshit at our house Trouble took it to the family lawyer I told him about and filed to get custody of Malachi. He was awarded temporary custody with Nicki only getting supervised visits with him on Saturdays.

I feel bad for a little bit because Malachi is her child and I remember how I felt when Cameron told me he was going to go for full custody. That shit eventually faded away because Nicki brought it all on herself, nobody told her stupid ass to come to my house drunk causing a ruckus.

“You don’t go to their meetups?”

“No, I don’t need to see that bitch. I’m trying to avoid stress not have the shit sitting right across from me.”

“Well I hope y’all get all that baby mama shit worked out. The kids are good right? I know you said Dyce was still acting different.”

“Yeah, that same funk he was in around Christmas time is back and its worse.”

Dyce and Darius’ fourth birthday is this weekend coming up and Dyce isn’t happy. He was fine up until a few days ago then his attitude flipped the script. He acted the same way around the Holidays. The closer it got to Christmas the worse his attitude got. I know it’s because his father isn’t here and I don’t know what to do about it because that’s not something I can fix.

“You’re still having their birthday party here?”

“Yeah, Trouble’s mother and Alex are going to come over and help me decorate the house that morning while he takes them out to get haircuts and stuff.”

“What’s the theme?”

“Paw Patrol, i got somebody to dress up like the damn dogs to keep the kids occupied or whatever. I let them both invite five people from their class to be there so it won’t just be family. It’s going to be really cute and annoying at the same time.”

“Aww, those are your babies you know you love spoiling them.”

“Spoil my ass, the most money I’m spending is going to be on decorations and that’s only because of how I am.” I don’t like for things to be half ass, if I’m going to do I’m going in for it. It was going to be like a damn Marvel fest in this bitch when I’m done.

“Hopefully it’ll have Dyce is a better mood.”

“I don’t know what to do about it. I know the hurt he feels about his dad being gone but he’s four years old. Is it weird that I didn’t expect it to hit him so hard?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s weird but some kids are more advanced than others. You’re finding the way he’s taking it weird because Darius isn’t acting the same way.”

“Well yeah, they’re the same age.”

“Yeah but they’re two totally different kids. I’m not saying Darius is stupid because he’s smart too but Dyce is like another level of smart. How many 3 year olds talk and acts the way he does?”

“I just thought of it as him being too damn grown,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“No he’s smart so he knows what his father being dead means and it’s hurting him. Ooh and look just like you instead of just being hurt he’s turning it into anger.” She said then looked at me with a side eye.”

‘What? Why you looking at me like that?”

“I used to think Dyce was like Uncle Darius but now that I really pay attention I’m seeing that he’s just like you.”

“What?” I looked at her confused.

“Dyce acts just like you nigga, you heard me.”

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“Yes you do Dyce is like you, stubborn, mean, and short- tempered. Darius is just like Prophet, he doesn’t listen to no damn body with his hard headed ass but he’s a good kid.”

“Darnell shut up and just tell me what I’m supposed to about him and his attitude.”

“Talk to him, and I mean really talk to him Millz. Don’t think that because he’s only 3 that he doesn’t understand certain shit. That little boy is far from stupid, he’s smart and he understands the things going on around him. You better recognize that shit.”

***

Looking down at my side I smiled when I saw Karma with her arms wrapped about my leg. The rest of the kids were running around the living room having fun but she was off to the side. I knew it was only because Dyce and Darius were busy with their friends from school and Zaria wasn’t here yet.

It’s been a little over a month since Karma has officially moved in with us. I have custody right now and I plan on going for full adoption pretty soon. One thing about Karma is she’s really shy; it takes her a cool minute to warm up to people. Once she’s comfortable her personality really shines through. Karma literally has to be the sweetest little girl I’ve ever come in contact with and I always wonder where the hell that comes from because both of her birth parents were far from sweet.

Fortunately for me she has a good relationship with her brothers; she’s obsessed with both Malachi and Trouble. If she isn’t up under me she’s following Trouble around the house and he loves every minute of it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I want a hotdog,”

“Okay go in the kitchen and tell Siah to give you one.” She nodded then ran out the room.

“She is so cute,” Imani said while she held Malachi in her arms. ”What is a Siah though? Who is that?”

“Trouble, she can’t pronounce Messiah too correctly so she calls him Siah.” I answered her.

“Oh, what do Darius and Dyce call him?”

“His name, well Darius calls him by his name. Dyce hasn’t really been fucking with him too heavy.” I said while shaking my head.

“Why not?”

“He’s not Cameron,” I said simply.

Before Cameron’s death Dyce was fine around Trouble, he would talk to him and everything. After his dad was gone he distanced himself from Trouble; he rarely speaks to him at all and I know it’s because he’s still mourning the death of his father. I leave it alone for now because I understand but the moment his little ass crosses the line we’re going to have an issue.

“Aww poor baby, you need to talk to Dyce. That boy walks around looking depressed.”

“I know I’m going to handle it.” I told her just as the doorbell rang. I got up and walked out of my perfectly decorated living room and went to open the door.

“Hey munchkin,” I smiled when my eyes landed on Zaria. I got down as low as I could and hugged her. Once I let her go she went running to the living room.

“You got a house full huh? It’s mad cars outside; we had to park around the corner.” Darnell said in a joking tone when she and Xavier walked in.

“Yeah which means I have a few of melanin-deficient people in here so keep it cool. I don’t need these bitches talking shit about me at PTA meetings and shit.” Dyce and Darius invited 10 kids from their class to the party so it was 10 sets of parents in my house right now. 5 out of those 10 were white which is weird because I’m not used to entertaining white folks I’m not making money off of. keeping their cool. As long as they kept it that way we’re good.

“I got you,”

“Where’s Trouble?”

“I put him on hotdog duty, as a matter of fact Xavier you can go help him. Please.” I smiled at him.

“I should let his ass do it by himself but I got you.” He started to walk towards the kitchen patting his pockets then stopped. “Shit I forgot my phone in the car I’ll be back then I’ll go help him.” He kissed Darnell’s cheek then went out the front door closing it behind him.

Darnell and I went into the living room where the other parents were sitting down talking among st each other.

“This is really cute; damn can you do Zaria’s birthday for me?” Darnell asked me as she looked around the living room.

“Or nah,” I answered.

“That’s messed up,” She shook her head at me.

“No it’s not. Oh we can do their parties together; Karma’s is a week before Zaria’s.”

“She’s a Leo too?”

“Yeah, it’ll be way easier that way instead of us both throwing big parties. We can just do one nice cute one; they’re only a year apart and joined at the hip already so I know they like the same things.

“Cool with me, less money for me to spend.”

“Cheap ass,” I chuckled.

“Millz,” I looked up to see it was Kason calling me. “Trouble said are you ready to give out cake?”

“Yeah,” I looked over at Darius and the boys he was playing with but Dyce wasn’t with him.

“Is Dyce in the kitchen?”

“Nah, he never came in there.”

“Alright, tell him I’m ready but give me a minute.” I got up and went upstairs to see if he dipped off up there.

When I got to his and Darius’ bedroom I opened the door and saw him lying on his bed.

“Dyce,” I said his name but he didn’t move. I went over to the bed and turned him over. When I saw tears on his face I got extremely confused, he was just fine and playing downstairs.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I want my daddy,” He said in a low voice but I heard him loud and clear as if he screamed it at the top of his lungs. Honestly it hurt me because I can’t fix it, there’s nothing I can do about his dad not being here.

I pulled him onto my lap the best way I could despite my stomach poking out.

“I know you want your dad. I want my dad a lot of times too. You know what Uncle Nasir told me when I used to cry for mine?”

“What?”

“That he’s watching everything I do, and he wants to be happy. I know your dad wants you happy too, he wouldn’t want you sad and crying on your birthday.”

“Why is he in heaven?”

“He’s in heaven because a very bad man hurt him; he was too hurt to stay here so God took him back to Heaven with him.”

“Is the bad man going to hurt you too?”

“No, thanks to Messiah and your Uncle Vick he’s never going to hurt anybody ever again.” I answered him then kissed his forehead. “I know you miss your dad and I know it hurts your feelings that he’s not here but I promise it’s going to get better, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded his head. “Is Siah your boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I thought we talked about that already?” I asked with a laugh.

“Is he your husband?”

“No, but he probably will be one day if he plays his cards right.”

“Is he my new daddy? I don’t want a new one.”

“Dyce what are you talking about?”

“Dari said Siah is our new dad,”

“Is that why you’ve been acting funny? You think he’s trying to replace your father?” I asked, it wasn’t even really directed towards him; it was more so a rhetorical question. I figured that’s why he’s been distant from Trouble lately but he’s basically confirming it for me now.

Before I could say anything else the bedroom door closing caught our attention. We both looked up to see Trouble standing there.

Trouble

“How long have you been standing there?” Millz asked me when she and Dyce looked up.

“That doesn’t matter. Let me speak to him for a minute.”

Hearing him ask his mother if I was his new dad really put things in perspective for me. For the last few weeks he’s been acting different. He wasn’t really talking to me or coming near me period. I went in front of her and kneeled down so I was face to face with Dyce. I figured it was because of how he feels about his father so I never said anything; this whole thing just gave me the confirmation I needed.

“Go ahead and speak I’m not stopping you.”

“I mean as is you go downstairs and check on everything while I talk to him.” I could tell she wanted to fight me so she could be nosy but she was taking her ass downstairs.

“Millz, go downstairs.” I said again just to let her know I was dead serious. She took one look at my facial expression then nodded. She eased Dyce off her lap then I pulled her up from the bed.

“Don’t be up here all day,” she said before opening the room door and leaving out.

I sat on the bed then pulled Dyce in front of me so we were face to face. “Listen to me; I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take your father’s place because I’m not. You have a father and he loved you very much; I love your mother and a big part of loving her means loving her children. I’m not your dad, you don’t have to call me dad if you don’t want to but I am going to be here for you, your brother and sister. Okay?”

He nodded looking me straight in my eyes. It was fucking with me a little bit because I didn’t know if he was trying to see if I was serious or if he was the one trying to send a message.

“We good? You alright now?”

“Yeah, we good.” I held my fist out for a pound and he gave me one. I kissed his forehead then stood up.

“Alright come on so you can have some birthday cake.”

“Can I open my presents?” He asked as we walked out of his room.

“After everybody is done with their cake it’s fine with me.”

We went down to the living room with everybody else. Millz lit the candles and turned off the lights so everybody could sing happy birthday to the boys.

After giving out cake I wanted to get to these gifts so these kids could get the fuck out of my house before that cake fully kicks in and they tear some shit up.

***

“Thanks for helping me cleaning up man, I appreciate it.” I told Xavier when we got done getting the living room back to normal. Everyone was long gone but he stayed back to help me clean up.

“It’s nothing; I knew you weren’t going to let Millz clean shit up so I figured I could help while Darnell kept her busy.” He told me.

“Is this really life man?” I asked with a laugh. “I’m living with a woman and four kids with another one on the way.”

He laughed shaking his head. “Aye sometimes life catches you off guard. Look at me; I’ll be a married man come next year.”

“Shit if things work out the way they’re supposed to I’m going to be right behind you.”

“I’m happy you two niggas finally stopped playing, dramatic as a muthafucka but liked each other that whole damn time.”

“Everybody can’t be you and Darnell man,” I said thinking back on how Xavier and Darnell got together. It’s actually finny because he was on her from day 1. I vividly remember him telling her she was going to be his wife, and his ass was right.

“I wasn’t about to play with that girl, I knew what I wanted and went for it. It took you a minute but you got it together so that’s all that matters.”

“You right about that.”

“I’m about to be outta here, I know Z upstairs knocked out.”

“Aight, how’s the thing you put in the basement?”

“Cool, I checked on it a minute ago. Darnell aint said shit to her either so you’re good.”

“Good lookin’ man,” We slapped hands then he went upstairs to get Darnell and Zaria. When they came back down he was carrying a sleeping Zaria in his arms and Darnell was behind him yawning like she had a long day or some shit.

Once they were gone I went upstairs to the bedroom where Millz was sitting up in the bed on her laptop.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Nothing, I’m just looking at some of these pictures. You’re done cleaning up?”

“Yeah but I got something for you.”

“Something for me?”

‘Yeah, well it’s partly for you and partly for the kids. I’ll be right back.” I went down to my man cave and went over to the cage and unlocked it.

“You ready to surprise your new mama?” I said to the all blue nose pit bull puppy I was holding. “I hope she likes you and don’t kick your ass out.” I went back upstairs but stopped in the hallway right by our room door.

Taking her ring from my pocket I hooked it on his dog collar then put him down. I opened the door just enough to let him inside and give me room to peek.

“What the fuck?” I heard Millz say after a few seconds of silence. “Fuck did a damn dog come from?” She got up off the bed went over to the dog and picked it up. She grabbed the collar and when she touched the ring and looked at it her mouth dropped so I took that as my cue to walk in.

Millz looked up at me with her mouth still wide open as I walked up to her. “Close your mouth baby.” I grabbed the ring off the dog collar, put him down then looked down into her eyes. “I love you, I love the way you take care of my son, I love the way you take care of your kids and I love them with everything in me. I respect you, I respect the woman you’ve grown into and I want you to be the one I spend the rest of my life with so,” I went down on one knee grabbing her left hand. “Will you marry me fat mama?” I asked making us both laugh.

“You get on my nerves,” she laughed wiping the tears from her face. “Yes I’ll marry you.” I slid the ring on her finger then stood up and kissed her on the lips. “You ready to become Mrs. Garnett?”

“Yeah I guess I ‘m ready for that,” she said with a big smile on her face. “I love you,”

“I love you too.”

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Centerfold - Part 3

Summary: Dean stumbles across an interview and photoshoot starring his high school crush (and younger brother’s friend) Castiel. He decides he’s going to stop at nothing to get back in touch with the boy with the blue eyes who used to sit in front of him in homeroom.

Genre: Mostly fluff with a touch of angst

Pairing: Destiel

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 1498

Series Warnings: AU - No Supernatural, Porn Star Cas, Mentions of Sex (but no depictions), Bastardization of SPN Lines, Scenes, and Episode Titles

A/N: This whole series came out of a prompt for @thinkwritexpress-official‘s Back To School Challenge! The fic is based on the J Gelis Band song “Centerfold” in which a man finds his high school crush on the pages of his favorite porn magazine. This is the last part before Cas joins us, y’all!! Also, if one of the scenes looks familiar, I was using a transcript of 4.18 in order to get it just right while I twisted it to fit my story :)

Special thanks to my dearest Night Sloth who reads my stuff before y’all do and assures me it’s decent before I share it.

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Centerfold - Part 3 -

The next morning, Sam got ready for work and left, parking his car just out of sight and waiting for Dean to leave the house. He had decided to follow Dean to the city, despite his brother’s instance, so he had taken the day off of work but he had to keep up appearances if he was going to tail his brother. Not too long after he had left, Sam watched Dean’s car drive by his hiding place and he pulled out to follow.

As Dean drove into the city, Sam rode behind him staying back just far enough that his brother wouldn’t notice him but close enough that he wouldn’t lose sight of the Impala. Once they got into the city, Sam was surprised that Dean drove toward the business district, eventually pulling into a parking garage. Sam parked his car quickly, making it down to the sidewalk in time to see Dean duck into a building across the street.

By the time Sam got inside, Dean was no longer in the lobby but a quick scan of the building’s directory gave Sam an idea as to where his brother had gone. Hot Rod Hotties had offices on the building’s fourth floor. Sam elected to take the stairs, figuring he could hide his entrance better than he could on the elevator, and made his way up, his long legs taking the steps two at a time. When he arrived on the fourth floor, he emerged into the small lobby for the magazine’s offices. He couldn’t see Dean but he could hear him and Sam smiled at the receptionist.

To his surprise, she waved him back toward the offices. Sam didn’t question his luck and followed Dean’s voice, stopping just outside of an open office door to listen.

“So, you book the talent for the magazine? You made that interview with Jimmy Novak a reality?” he heard Dean ask.

A woman answered. “Yeah, Gosh, Jimmy… He never really gets the attention he deserves. All anybody wants to watch anymore is that free hard core stuff, you know? They don’t care about the story. It’s all two minute videos like, ‘Red Headed Bimbo Gets The Pounding She Deserves.’ How do you get anything done in two minutes?” she scoffed. “Please…” Sam could practically hear her eyes rolling.

Sam heard Dean huff. “I know, it’s just so… there’s no story there,” he agreed.

Sam held in a snicker. He could only imagine Dean’s inner turmoil. His brother loved those short snippets just as much, if not more, than the longer films he’d downloaded but, clearly, sharing that wasn’t going to win him any favors here.

“I’m really hoping that my dissertation can shine a light on storytelling in pornography, bring some attention to an under appreciated art form,” Dean continued.

The woman in the office practically squealed. “It really is under appreciated. Thank you! I mean, the best parts are between the sex! Like, in Stuck In The Middle , where Jimmy Novak’s character thought he was going to die… he was on the verge of tears as he professed his love to his best friend and it felt so real…” her voice trailed off and Sam was almost positive he heard her sniffle. “I mean, no offense, but how often do men actually act like that, really let it all out?”

“The orgy that followed really drove that feeling of love home,” Dean joked.

Sam could practically envision the forced grin on his brother’s face and, apparently, the woman in the office didn’t miss it, either.

“Is that supposed to be funny? How do I know you’re legit?”

Sam imagined her getting up in Dean’s face, maybe poking a finger into his chest.

“Lady, this whole thing is funny,” Dean replied, digging his hole even deeper, but then he added, “Look, I’m legit. This isn’t some smart ass paper that’s going to make fun of the industry. I promise you.”

The woman considered Dean for a moment. “I’m a sucker for a pretty face… what do you need?”

“Well, we were talking about Jimmy Novak, How can I get in touch with him?” Dean asked, almost too quickly.

“Oh, um, no…” The woman sputtered, “no, Sorry. I can’t do that.”

“Oh, come on,” Dean pled, “I’m a big fan…”

The office was quiet for a few moments, only a rustling sound coming from inside. Sam wasn’t sure what was going on in there but he was positive that he didn’t care to find out. After a couple of minutes, Sam decided it was time for him to go. Dean could be coming out of that office at any minute and Sam did not want to be there when that happened.

He made his way down to the main lobby, the receptionist on the fourth floor mumbling something about how hot the talent was as he passed. Sam did his best to blend in while he waited for his brother to come down and exit the building. It was another few minutes before Dean did - with a giddy look on his face - and Sam followed him out the door.

Something had gone well in that office, Sam mused as he followed his brother down the street and away from the garage where they had parked their cars. Luckily for Sam, whatever it was had given Dean tunnel vision of a sorts so he didn’t realize that he was being followed through the streets.

Dean turned into a park about two blocks from the office and Sam continued to trail him. He was back far enough to change his course and creep up behind his brother when Dean stopped and sat on a park bench. He watched as Dean pulled his phone from his pocket and punched in a phone number that had been written on a sheet of paper Sam hadn’t noticed while it was clutched in his brother’s hand.

As Dean pressed the phone to his ear, Sam quietly moved closer to him so that he could hear his brother’s phone call.

After a couple of seconds, Dean’s shoulders tensed. “Um… I…” His words were stilted and cut off and after a couple seconds of floundering, Dean pulled his phone away and slammed his thumb onto the red button that ended his call. “Shit…” he muttered and Sam couldn’t hold his laughter back.

Snickering, Sam made his presence known to his brother, plopping down next to him on the bench. “You finally got his number, didn’t you?” he asked, “And you couldn’t even talk to the guy!”

Dean looked at his brother in shock, surprised that he was even there in this moment of spectacular failure. “What? How? What… are you doing here?”

Sam’s laughter doubled at his brother’s confusion and it increased again when Dean scowled at him. Sam forced himself to get under control so that he could answer. “You were being super cagey last night. I knew you weren’t in the city to pick something up for Bobby so I followed you. You weaseled your way into getting Castiel’s number, right?”

Dean tried to summon up some bravado but he knew Sam had heard his phone call. He hung his head as he replied. “Yeah, I got his number from the magazine’s offices in town. And then I totally messed up when I called him,” Dean mumbled. He sighed deeply and added, “But I guess you know all of that if you’ve been following me.”

Sam sobered up at the defeated tone of his brother’s voice. He sat beside Dean, trying to find the words that would comfort him without sending him into retreat mode at the indication that feelings might be on the table for discussion. When that failed him, Sam tried anyway. “Look, I know I’ve given you a hard time about this but, I mean, there are a lot of guys out there, Dean. Don’t let this get to you.”

Dean chuckled darkly. “Sure, Sammy, there are plenty of fish in the sea. It’s not like I haven’t had a crush on this particular fish since high school, or anything.”

Sam didn’t have a response to that so he sat quietly with Dean for a few minutes. “Let’s not waste the day, why don’t we head to the record store or something, at least, maybe grab dinner before we head back,” he offered.

Dean smiled up at him and stood, waiting for Sam to join him on his feet.

Sam knew Dean could spend hours in this particular shop and he wasn’t surprised at all that his brother had made a beeline for the classic rock section. As Dean began leafing through the boxes of old records, Sam could see that his brother already seemed to be feeling a little better. They both knew that the distraction was only a temporary fix - a bandaid, so to speak - but it worked for now. And when Dean wandered into the jazz section, Sam kept his mouth shut.

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One of These Nights (11/11); jongyu; pg

Jinki knows that he’s gay. What he doesn’t know is how to handle a crush on someone as entwined in the music industry as he is.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10

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Aaand here’s the epilogue! I hope y’all like it! There will likely be nothing further for this au, since this wraps it up pretty much, but I’m happy to answer any questions about their future or the au in general. I really appreciate all the supportive messages and questions I’ve gotten throughout posting this monster of a fic, and ALSO all the patience y’all have had for my sporadic updates and disappearances.

Thanks also to my lovely wife @butchyobaggins for helping beta this and the past two parts, and to @jongyued for all her help and support throughout this whole fic journey! Shoutouts to @fleckle and @mscns also for helping me through the start of this au. And ofc, thanks to all y’all for the chapters you’ve read and messages you’ve sent! <3

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The moment they finish bowing at the end of their Christmas-day performance, Jinki rocks back on his heels and glances off stage, impatient. He doesn’t want to spend an hour mingling with the staff and the other idols they always saw at these holiday things. He had promised Jonghyun they would spend some of the night together, even if it meant waiting until two in the morning when Jonghyun got back from his own Christmas broadcast.

After what feels like forever, they finally receive the signal to leave the stage. Jinki hurries back to their dressing room and changes out of the outfit he’d been stuffed into for their performance for his own sweater and simple black jeans. Just as he starts to fix his hair in the mirror, he sees Kibum enter the room and glance at the still-open bag by his side.

A slow grin spread across his lips. "Where you going tonight, old man? It looks like you packed enough clothes for tomorrow."

Jinki rolls his eyes. "I told you already — I'm going home for a bit before New Years."

The other members file into the room just as Kibum laughs. “Uh-huh. You’re heading to your parents, when it’s nearly midnight, because you’re just that filial.”

“Oh, Jinki-hyung’s going to his parents again?” Minho stares at Jinki’s frowning reflection in the mirror as he continues to fix his hair. "You sure, uh...put a lot of effort into looking good for a visit home."

Jinki turns around to glare at them and Taemin. Though he hadn’t said anything yet — and he’s done a perfect job of keeping the fact that he was dating Jonghyun a secret — he hadn’t done a good job of hiding the fact that Jinki is dating someone. It’d only taken one stupid knowing grin after someone had asked Jinki where he’d been all night for the members to run wild with speculation, and he knew protesting would get him nowhere.

As always, Taemin smiles at him guiltily and gives an unhelpful shrug. "Hyung’s parents are pretty polite, so I can see them appreciating him dressing nice."

Jino snorts. "Yeah, okay. Tell your girlfriend we all said hi — I hope you got her something nice."

"I don’t have time for a girlfriend, and I wouldn’t have time to shop for her even if I did." Jinki sighs and pulls his bag over his shoulder. It isn’t entirely a lie — he hadn’t had time to shop much, and since Jonghyun isn’t religious in the least, he’ll just be picking up a cake on the way to share.

"I’m sure she’ll forgive you, since you’re an idol," Kibum assures, expression still entirely mischievous. "Have fun with your ‘family’ tonight. Don’t do anything that could get caught on camera."

Jinki lets a small huff to hide his smile — as annoying as the members could be, it always amuses him how similar their concerns for him are. “Merry Christmas to you all, too.”

***

Despite all the traffic and his last-minute stop to purchase a cake, Jinki somehow reaches Jonghyun’s apartment before him. He presses the now-familiar code into the keypad of his door, then enters the empty apartment and flips on the kitchen light. After putting the cake in the fridge to keep it fresh, he heads to the bedroom to drop off his overnight bag and and steals a few candles from Jonghyun’s nightstand before returning to the kitchen.

He’s no romantic, but he thinks Jonghyun will appreciate it if he makes the table a look a little more special than usual.

He finishes placing the candles in the best arrangement he can come up with his limited skill, then pulls out his phone to pass the time. One game of Candy Pang later, he hears the click of the front door unlocking, and has to rush to light all the candles before Jonghyun reaches the room.

Just as Jonghyun steps into view, he flicks off the light and grins. “Hey, hyung.”

“Hey.” Jonghyun laughs. He blinks widely as his eyes adjust to the dimly-lit room, and Jinki uses the chance to steal a kiss from him. Jonghyun’s lips are spread in a wider smile when he pulls away. “I can’t believe you set up candles. And that you beat me here — I heard the broadcast was a big production.”

Jinki shrugs. “I left as soon as I could. Wasn’t too hard.”

“Lucky you.” Jonghyun sighs. “I had to do a lot of question-dodging to get away from work...everyone there is used to me being sad and single, so they’d always take me out for drinks after our show. I missed it last year, when I went to Japan, but they still roped me into going with them once I was back.” He shakes his head. “When I said I was seeing someone tonight, you can imagine how badly they wanted to know who it was.”

Jinki raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t they already know you were dating?”

“Kind of, but I don't think they realized it was serious. Most of them think it’s a girl, but Youngbae’s convinced I won’t give any names because it’s an actor. I don’t know why he thinks that, considering I have nothing to do with that industry...”

“I’m just glad he hasn’t guessed it was me.”

“Me too, honestly.” Jonghyun steps closer to him to run fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Did you cut your hair shorter? It looks different, but I can never tell if you got it cut when the style changes so much..."

"Just a bit of a trim — they say it’s it's a lot of effort to style when it's long, so they keep pushing me to cut it. But I know they're giving Taemin long hair for the next concept, though, so I think I can convince them to let me grow it out too."

"You'll look good either way, but I'll admit I'm interested in you growing it out again...I never got to play with it much when it was at its longest, since we weren’t dating yet.”

"You should have tried it anyway,” Jinki says. “Maybe we could have gotten together sooner."

With a small chuckle, Jonghyun pulls him into a kiss. "I'm plenty happy with how things worked out, I think."

"Me too." Jinki places his hands over Jonghyun's to late their fingers together, but Jonghyun pulls away quickly before he can.

“Sorry, hold on — I have a gift for you. I want you to open it here, since you set all this up.”

Jinki purses his lips. “I didn’t realize we were getting gifts. I only bought us a cake...”

“Trust me, a cake is perfect. And you bought me a new earring last week — that counts as enough.”

“If you say so, hyung.”

“I mean it,” Jonghyun says, entirely seriously. “You wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Jinki nods. He watches as Jonghyun rushes off to bedroom door, disappearing inside for a moment, then reemerges with a small, wrapped box in his hands. A flush rises on his cheeks when Jonghyun passes it to him with an eager smile and gestures for him to open it.

He slips his fingers under the paper, carefully unsticking the largest piece of tape without tearing the paper, then begins to unwrap it from around the corners.

Jonghyun raises an eyebrow at his method. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone unwrap something so carefully."

"You put a lot of effort into doing it well, taking my time is the least I could do."

“The store did it, actually...”

Jinki laughs. “Okay, then I won’t feel bad if I tear it.”

He rushes through unwrapping the rest, no longer feeling guilty when the paper tears to reveal a solid black box. From the weight and size of it, he’d had suspicions it might be jewelry, but now he’s nearly certain.

Jinki’s cheeks heat as he stares at the box. Though he had never minded Jonghyun doting on him, he's still getting used to how much more intense it’d gotten since they became partners.

He looks up at Jonghyun. "...Did you get me jewelry, hyung?"

"Just finish opening it,” Jonghyun mumbles, equally embarrassed.

Jinki lifts the lid quietly. A plain silver ring rests inside, and when he begins to pull it out, he realizes that what he thought was a single ring is actually two, locked together by a small design on the band.

He stares at them, then at Jonghyun. "There's two rings?"

"Yeah." Jonghyun reaches over to help him separate them with a shy smile. "I know it's kind of cheesy, and hopefully not too soon...I just remember you sounded kind of sad that we could never have obvious couple things, so I thought something subtle might be nice...”

"We spent enough time pining after each other, so it’ll never be too soon." Jinki smiles and slips one of the rings onto his fingers. He holds up his hand to inspect it, appreciating the way the candlelight makes the silver glint. "I really like it. You don’t think people will be able to tell we're wearing part of a set?"

"I thought of that issue, actually." Jonghyun takes the box from Jinki's hands and removes the cushion the ring had been imbedded in, revealing a thin silver chain underneath. "The rings might be obvious if we both wore them on the same finger or on our hands, so I bought a chain to wear mine around my neck."

“That’s really smart," Jinki says, impressed. Picking up the chain out of the box, he runs a finger along Jonghyun's neck, "Do you want me to put yours on for you?"

Jonghyun shivers involuntarily. "S-sure."

Grinning, Jinki gestures for Jonghyun to turn around and take a seat at one of the chairs of the nearby table. He waits for Jonghyun to settle, then leans down and threads the chain through the ring and lets it rest over Jonghyun’s collar. He brushes his fingers against Jonghyun’s collarbone as he slips his fingers back to close the clasp.

Jonghyun’s breathing stutters. Even without being able to see his face, Jinki knows that Jonghyun’s eyes are fluttering shut from the sensation. He’s learned from experience that Jonghyun’s neck and collar is the most sensitive part of him.

When he finally pulls back, Jonghyun turns around to look at him over his shoulder. “I’m guessing you like them, then?”

"I like them a lot." Jinki jerks the chair back just enough to fit himself between the table and Jonghyun when he circles to the other side. Placing a knee between Jonghyun’s legs, he eyes the necklace appreciatively, then slips a hand over Jonghyun's chest, stopping once his new ring aligns with the just above the low neckline of his shirt. “It looks good on you.”

Jonghyun smiles coyly, lip between his teeth, and looks up at him through his lashes. “I’m guessing so, since you’re giving me that look. But what about the cake you got me?”

"It'll last in the fridge, I’m sure." Jinki loops his arms around Jonghyun’s neck as he straddles the chair, then slowly lowers himself into Jonghyun's lap. Jinki catches his chin with his hand, then kisses him deeply, until he can feel Jonghyun harden underneath him. "Besides, hyung...I can think of a better present for tonight.”

“You’re cheesy, Jinki-yah.” Jonghyun slips his thumbs beneath the waist of his jeans. “But I like it.”

#jongyu #hyung au #long fic #this has been such a long journey ;-; thanks yall!

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#34: Season 3, Episode 7 - “Raiders of the Lost Sausage”

Louis accidentally discovers that there might very well be buried treasure under his house and he’s determined to retrieve it. An Indiana Jones parody ensues. Meanwhile, Ren and Larry are literally tied together by the school guidance counselor in an attempt to end their rivalry. It’s quality content.

The very first minute of this episode lets you know right away that you’ve hit good’ol zany as hell Season 3. It opens with an emu being delivered to the Stevens house. Yes, an emu. Louis ordered one on a whim one day. We get a flashback to when he ordered it, which is pretty great. He called the totally legit and not completely asinine sounding company “Emu For You” and started awkwardly dancing to the jazzy elevator hold music.

Steve is the one who has to accept the emu delivery and is obviously furious. The bird immediately starts eating a family photo and I love how even in a professional, dressy portrait -- Louis is still wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

I want a relationship with someone as strong as the bond between Louis Stevens and Hawaiian shirts.

Louis is currently in the basement with Twitty and Tom, “bowling” with a frozen turkey and some soda bottles (the usual) -- when suddenly the frozen turkey goes flying through the wall, revealing a suspicious small tunnel.

Steve confronts Louis about the emu and Louis pulls some lame excuse out of his butt for ordering it. He says they should start breeding emus. Steve is all “Breed emus.... With one bird...” pointing out that lil flaw in Louis’ idea. That’s pretty funny. There’s a bit here where Eileen finds a giant emu egg and interrupts their conversation through the basement window, and gets attacked by the bird. You don’t actually see it happening though, all you see are feathers flying everywhere. Steve goes to help her and he too gets attacked. I always cringe at this, tbh. It’s just one of those wacky Season 3 gags. Anyway... Louis, Twitty and Tom agree to meet up the next day and investigate the tunnel.

Now, onto the subplot! We see Ren and Larry in Principal Wexler’s office, in trouble for accidentally pieing him in the face. They had the responsibility of choosing a new dessert for the cafeteria and couldn’t agree on one. They were goiiiing to pie each other, but Wexler walked between them that exact second. Of course. They’re still fervently arguing in front of Wexler so he decides that their rivalry has gone too far and they need to work it out with the school guidance counselor.

This photo makes me relate to the “....now kiss!” meme.

Louis does some hardcore research on what that tunnel in the house might lead to and comes to an... interesting conclusion. He discovers that a man named Grover Frazee, creator of Frazee Sausages, owned the property their house is built on. He became super rich off of the company and Louis believes that he most likely buried his fortune at the end of the tunnel. Something interesting: take a look at the opening credits for the episode...

Written by SCOTT FRAZEE! Dude legit named this sausage guy character after himself, lol. I always thought that was cute. I’ve said many times before that the writers are always throwing personal things in. I love it. Check out Grover’s bio though... yikes.

I’m not sure I’d be proud of that legacy. Also, he died at 43 years old... Pretty young. Maybe he ate a contaminated sausage and croaked. Also, all this talk of sausages feels like another innuendo. This show has no chill.

Louis put so much effort into his analysis, though. He treated it like a freaking college research project. Again, if he put this much effort into actual school assignments, he’d give Ren a run for her scholastic money. Tom is pretty great here. He starts singing the “We bet, you’ll go crazy... for that great, taste of Frazeeeee” jingle. It’s fantastic.

Ms. Shannon, the guidance counselor, decides to try an experimental exercise with Ren and Larry: Physically tying them together for 5 school days. As much as I looove this subplot, this always bothered me. Mainly because, how the heck does Ms. Shannon expect that to work? What if they have different classes, or need to be at different places at the same time, etc? We get a montage showing how they struggle with stuff like this throughout the day. The only issue is that the length of the leash dramatically changes depending on the scene. It’s so frustrating!

They clearly kept changing the length just so certain ideas could work. It bothers me so much, lol. I’m also 100% positive that’s not even where Ren’s locker is.

Louis, Twitty and Tom get to work shoveling out the tunnel. They bring in Beans to be their “dirt moving specialist” which is so annoying. He carries dirt in his pants from the basement to their laundry room like an idiot. They literally spend a minute showing him walking back and forth past Steve. It takes so long for Steve to catch on, it’s... ugh.

Why is he standing on the top of the little mound like that? lol. He says he’s putting the dirt in the laundry room because “there’s a big, scary bird in the backyard!”

Steve obviously goes down to the basement and catches them in the shoveling act. Twitty asks Louis what he’s going to do with his share of the money and Louis says “You know I’ve always wanted to travel. Help out the folks. Might even buy the old man a nice toupee, ahh?!” -- Unfortunately, Twitty is gone and replaced by Steve. We get a legendary Louis Scream. Can we talk about how Louis has always wanted to travel, though??? I suddenly want to see a happy Louis Stevens backpacking across the country later in life... oh wait. THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. Shia LaBeouf is Louis Stevens, y’all. The similarities never end.

Steve is piiiissssed. Louis tries to explain that he’s done his research and there’s definitely... probably... buried treasure there. But, since Louis is always goofing off, Steve is convinced it’s another one of his crazy “half-baked schemes.” “NO! IT’S NOT HALF-BAKED! IT’S FULLY BAKED!!!” Louis insists. Steve basically temporarily grounds him. There’s a great bit with Donnie eating an emu egg that Eileen cooked for him. They’re delicious apparently, so she starts to see the bright side to having the bird around. “When life gives you lemons!” she says. And Donnie’s all “.......no, mom. They’re eggs.” What an underrated character. Steve walks in and starts complaining about Louis. Donnie pulls a 180 and tells him “You don’t have to believe in what Louis is doing. Just believe in Louis.” Dang, Donnie coming through with the proverbs. Steve takes this to heart and starts looking into Louis’ research.

Louis is so smart when he wants to be. Steve appreciates this.

They make this scene into a trippy sequence with eerie tinkering piano in the background as Steve remembers Donnie’s reverberating words of wisdom. I’ve always really liked this. We think he’s hearing Donnie’s voice in his head, but it’s actually Donnie creeping from around the corner saying the sentence repeatedly. “I heard you the first time, finish your eggs!” Steve says. This is hilarious. Immediately after that, they make the hands on a clock spin out of control, making it seem like hours and hours are passing by while Steve looks into Louis’ research. But then Steve just walks up to it and says “...I gotta fix that clock.” I always thought this was so freaking funny but to this day my mom doesn’t understand the joke and it drives me craaaaaazy! Louis comes downstairs to apologize, and to his surprise... Steve is on his side now! They team up and start diggin’ for that treasure! While they’re digging we get two of the greatest lines in the entire series:

Steve: “Louis.... why aren’t you at school?”

Louis: “...Why aren’t you at work?”

THIS IS SO PERFECT! I was going to point out that Louis, Twitty, Tom and Beans all should’ve been at school the whole time... but I was waiting until now to bring it up. TV shows always mess up timelines like that. This was such a hilarious way for the writers to acknowledge their mistake. So good. Mr. Scott Frazee and Co aren’t totally out of the woods, though. Louis and Steve are in the same clothes for basically the entire episode. But Larry and Ren’s subplot tells us that at least two days have gone by. Either Louis and Steve didn’t shower or change clothes for 2 days...... or they messed up. Oops.

Back at school, Larry and Ren are tangled around a tree (again, the leash was like, a foot long when they were trying to get at their “lockers” -- but now it’s conveniently long enough for them to get tangled around a tree.) They’re stuck and talk about how this experiment has only made them resent each other more.

But the longer they hate each other, the longer they’re tied together. So they both immediately get the idea to become fake fast friends so that Ms. Shannon will remove the leash. After frantically untangling themselves, they return to Ms. Shannon’s office and act all cuddly -- gushing over how well they get along after only two days! They say things in unison and Larry even calls Ren “silly soulmate.” Omg. Ms. Shannon agrees to untie them.

They leave the office giggling and laughing at how they successfully tricked her, without realizing that the experiment worked, lol. They’re actually getting along and it’s beautiful ok...

I had to include this overabundance of screenshots because look how precious!! This episode always manages to remind me how SALTY I AM over the fact that they never got together. What a power couple they could’ve been. A giant missed opportunity for a big series finale plot twist, if you ask me. They slowly realize that they’re getting along and are freaked out. They start yelling the same exact sentences at each other.... in unison..... because they’re silly soulmates. That’s the end of the subplot.

Back at the Stevens house, Louis and Steve have made it to the end of the tunnel. *dun dun dunnnn.* They reach a tiny door and use an extravagant key conveniently left under a little welcome mat before crawling inside the cave -- where a giant golden sausage is prominently displayed.

This is another one of those moments where I notice how much Shia LaBeouf and Tom Virtue actually look like father and son. Also... as a critically thinking child, I always thought “how the hell does this cave even exist? It’s not like it’s under the basement. The layout literally makes it just another room next to the basement. So that entire cave, with a ridiculously tall ceiling, would need to fit under a section of their house. Improbable.” It sucks not being able to suspend reality sometimes.

They approach the sausage and realize it might be booby-trapped. So they end up pulling an Indiana Jones. They even have Louis say, “I saw this in a movie once... You know what we need? A counterweight or something!” Slick.

But also like the famous Indy scene, the cave starts to collapse. Steve says “.......is that an.... ominous rumble?” which I love. For whatever reason, Steve runs away but Louis stays still for a ridiculous amount of time. In fact, just long enough for the ground to break and leave a giant gap between them. Louis makes an (iconic) jump for it:

Unfortunately, he drops the sausage once he reaches the other side and it falls down the gap into the great unknown. This makes me so incredibly frustrated every time, lol. But, they couldn’t exactly let the Stevens family become millionaires right?

And that’s it!! The main plot of this episode was never one of my personal favorites, but it definitely gets a whole lot of iconic points. As I mentioned at the beginning, this is a zany Season 3 plot, which have always been a lil difficult for me to get into. But there’s no denying that Louis’ jump is hilarious and the whole idea for this episode, including the title, is golden (no pun intended.) Not to mention this is yet another episode that eerily predicted Shia LaBeouf’s future. We all know he went on to star in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Say what you will about that movie.. but... He was in it. Which marks another strange parallel between Louis and Shia tbh.

And of course, I absolutely adore the Ren/Larry subplot. It’s like, THE episode to convince you that a romance between the two of them should’ve happened. It’s just great honestly.

Thanks for reading! Do you have any thoughts on this super memorable episode? Sound off below please! (Seriously, getting one little comment on here makes my day and reassures me that I’m not talking to myself lol)

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jamesholden · 7 years

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a secret chord

after some extensive editing, here is a REPOSTED and SPOILER FREE version of the original fic.

this little monstrosity was inspired by an image I got in my head and passed to @whenimaunicorn . as usual, it got away from me. title comes from “Hallelujah” which Jim sings because it’s been stuck in my head and I’d like to hear a certain someone sing it one day.

Hope y’all enjoy! please maybe think about leaving a review here on AO3!

Naomi hums as she wanders, drifting through the Roci looking for her daughter and her daughter’s father. With four crew members clamoring to spend time with little Sam, it’s not unusual to lose her somewhere. Amos had been the only one to see Jim take her. He’d asked him to let him have a head start before telling anyone. Naomi understands.

Jim rarely has time alone with Sam. It’s hard when you’re one of the most sought after men in the system. He gets called away and spends hours watching feeds and listening to and sending off transmissions and sleeping deep into the crew’s usual wake cycle. So she gets passed around between Alex and Amos and Naomi more often than not. Sometimes after her morning routine, Naomi meanders through the halls and putters in the galley just so he can bond with their daughter alone for a few minutes longer. She’s seen his quick-hidden pain when she’d reach for one of the other crew members when handed to him, or starts crying soon after he takes her. She feels a tightness in her own chest that likely rivals one in his. Father and daughter need to get to know each other better, quick. She’s fortunate enough that Amos and Sam get along so well, or it would really be a disaster.

She hears him before she finds them.

Jim has a lovely singing voice. It’s not something the rest of the crew hears often. He’s shy about it, keeps it close to his chest. No matter how hard she fights him to join her at karaoke, he always refuses with a smile. Yet when they’re alone—when he’s running his fingers through her hair as she dozes on his chest, or when he’s mindlessly working on something in their cabin—he’ll sing to her and to himself. It’s like a secret gift just for her. The distinctive baritone never fails to soothe her, just like the warmth of his speaking voice. It filters down the hall, increasing in volume as she approaches their cabin. Naomi strains to hear just what he’s singing, what he could be exposing their child to.

“The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round, ‘round and ‘round, ‘round and—”

The singing stops as she approaches the door.

“Oh… you don’t like that one?”

Naomi smiles, pictures Sam staring up at Jim, eyes wide and fixed on his eager face.

“No, of course you don’t. Too smart for that one. You take after your mom that way.”

The pride dripping from every word loosens the knot in her chest. Jim adored Sam from the moment Naomi told him she was pregnant, that the in vitro had been successful. The affection in his eyes when he held her for the first time had almost brought her to tears again. The idea of having a child at all seemed too distant, and sometimes too hard for him to talk about once the conversation became less hypothetical. He’d hoped to have children the old fashioned way. Even if he knew the possibility existed that he may have to rely on science, he wanted the passion. The love. Reality had hurt him. But holding and seeing Sam had healed the wound.

Until she began to show signs that she didn’t like him as much as the rest of the Roci crew.

“Let’s see… what would the very smart daughter of the smartest person in the system like to listen to, hm?”

Naomi holds on to the handhold just outside their cabin, drinks in the calm silence that meets Jim’s question. Every part of her wants to lean around into the doorway, to watch her partner hold their daughter and smile at her with all the love he has. To watch two of the most important people in her life just be together. Jim makes an ‘aha!’ sound, and clears his throat before singing to Sam again. Naomi’s heard the song before. A melancholy tune with some sort of religious overtone. An old Earther song. She gives in, leans around the doorway just enough to peek at them.

Jim is curled in on himself, almost in a fetal position, with Sam seated in the curve of his lap and stomach. His hands hold onto her tiny waist. Her hands rest on both sides of his face, slapping his stubbled jaw with glee. It doesn’t bother Jim. A smile lights his face that nothing could wipe away. He waits for a pause before carrying on with the song, going on about chairs and haircuts. Naomi spins back out to lean against the bulkhead. Her chest is warm and her eyes itching.

They’ve been through so much—she, Jim, the rest of their little family. There had been so many moments when she had thought this kind of future would be impossible for them. She and Jim had almost lost each other countless times. It had been hard for them to believe that things had settled down enough to discuss expanding their family. Months went by with little to the normal amount of conflict, and they could see it. They talked it over with each other, pitched it to Amos, asked Alex what he thought.

And now, years and years after the destruction of the Cant, years after she had just about given up on any future with Jim, years after he accepted her invitation to bed, years after he saw the rift between them and closed it, years after he told her he liked her and she told him she loved him, years after she finally opened up to him and years after he accepted her past with an open heart, years after he’d joked he could marry them but he didn’t see the point and promised he’d always love her...

Here he is, hovering in their cabin singing to their daughter. Their daughter actually listening to him and playing with him. If Naomi hadn’t already seen so many miracles… she’d consider this a big one.

Soon, Jim’s voice softens as Sam’s cooing dies down. He still sings of flags and arches, of lords and hallelujahs. But Sam babbles at him less. Naomi closes her eyes and tips her head back against the bulkhead. She takes a deep breath, lets Jim’s voice soothe her as well. She shoves the fear and anxiety of their past back into the box she keeps all of her past in. The present, what’s going on in the room behind her now, is all that matters. She has Sam. She has Jim. Hallelujah indeed.

When Jim’s song dissolves into gentle humming, Naomi turns to enter the cabin. The breath is sucked from her lungs.

Sam is laying on Jim’s chest, jumpsuit balled in her tiny fists as she sleeps with her head just below his chin. Jim’s eyes are closed as he hums, thumb brushing over her back in a slow, soothing pattern. Naomi presses a hand to her lips. She could count on both hands how many times Sam had fallen asleep with Jim like this since they first brought her onto the Roci, without Naomi around to soothe her. To see it now, the two of them by themselves, is just—

“About time you joined us.”

Naomi’s gaze shifts to Jim at his whisper. He watches her with one eye and a small grin. Giving him a grin of her own, Naomi pushes off the door way just enough to get her to where he is. Jim catches her with his free arm. She kicks on her mag boots and leans in to press a kiss to his brow.

“How did you know I was there?”

“I saw you peek in,” he mutters, glancing back at their sleeping baby. “You’re not very sneaky, honey.”

Naomi brushes her fingers through his hair. “Must not have been trying hard enough.”

“I was singing,” he notes with a thoughtful nod. “Always hard for you to resist.”

“Sure, Jim.” It’s true. But Naomi isn’t about to inflate that ego.

Jim starts to shift, and Naomi helps him straighten so he can heel his own mag boots on. Sam manages to sleep through all their movements. Certainly her father’s daughter. Naomi lifts her arms, starts to reach for Sam, like she has hundreds of times. She catches herself. There’s no need to take her. She’s sleeping, comfortable, happy. In the arms of her father. Why take her? Her heart clenches in guilt, but Jim doesn’t seem to notice. He’s so engrossed in watching Sam, eyes bright with wonder, pride, joy. So she shifts. Naomi wraps her arms around him instead.

“So,” he starts, tone unsure and eyes still downcast. “Were you worried about us?”

The uncertainty that Naomi had become so used to when it came to Jim talking about Sam was back in his voice. She’d had no intention of shaking his barely-there confidence. She rests her forehead against the side of his head.

“Only a little. I was just curious what you two might get up to.”

“Oh, absolute chaos, obviously.” The teasing tone she’s used to is a welcome relief. “Our next move was a hostile takeover of the galley. Barricade ourselves in and declare it for the Nagata-Holdens.”

Naomi smiles. “I’d be allowed in, right? I mean… I am the Nagata of Nagata-Holden.”

Jim snorts, turns in her arms to put Sam between them. “I’d never exclude you. Amos, maybe. Unless he promises to fix the coffee machine while he’s in there. You? Never.”

“Good. I think.” Naomi’s gaze shifts back down to their daughter, sandwiched between them. She lifts a hand to cover Jim’s on Sam’s back. “Jim… You know you’re doing a great job at this, don’t you?”

He hums. Naomi isn’t sure if it’s thoughtful or dismissive. “It’s hard to tell when she doesn’t seem to like me as much as all of you.”

“You’re busy. You get less time with her than we do.” Jim’s brow furrows, showing his dissatisfaction with her answer. Naomi reaches out to tip his chin up, to force him to meet her eyes. “Hey. You try. You know that you don’t get enough time with her and you know that she isn’t as fond of you and you try to be a good dad anyway. You try to spend as much of your free time with her and you try to play with her. Because you care. That matters, and it will mean everything to her that you put so much effort into it.” She slides her hand back to twine in his hair and pulls his head in to press their foreheads together. “It already means everything to me that you care so damn much. You are a good father, sa sa?”

She doesn’t have to say why. She doesn’t have to explain anything to him. He knows. Even if Jim doesn’t believe her, he knows where it comes from. He knows she means it. His wide eyes and parted lips evolve into a loving gaze and a warm smile.

“Well… I’m not quite sure what to say to that.”

“There’s a shock.”

Jim rolls his eyes and tips his chin out to catch her lips with his. Naomi hums into the kiss, presses closer to him. But then Sam makes a disgruntled sound and the two of them snap apart. Jim shushes her, rubs her little back and kisses her soft hair. Naomi soaks it in and lets it loosen the knot in her chest all the way. Any leftover anxiety she may have had about starting a family with Jim is long gone. There would be no repeats. Jim’s doing everything she’s ever wanted him to do. He peeks at her over Sam’s head, shoots her a tiny grin.

“Thank you,” he mouths, turning his attention back to their daughter.

He has nothing to thank her for. In fact, he’s only proven that she should be showing more gratitude. But Jim Holden would never accept that from Naomi Nagata. So she just nods, blows him one last kiss before making her way back onto the crew deck. She should find more work to do. Just for a bit longer.

Father and daughter will do just fine on their own.

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backtomylakearearootsstory · 6 years

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S1E15

The kids are still in Santa Monica with Faye and Clarissa. Ian, Malachi, QJ, and Darius were laughing at a movie while the Aundrea and Alexis went to a nearby sports store to look at tennis shorts.

“You play tennis” Alexis asked Aundrea as she picked up a tank top.

“Oh yea, dads side of the family were all athletes, it’s in my blood. I’m actually trying out for the bball team at school”

“My mom played basketball, I’m more of a volleyball and tennis kind of chick. Darius plays soccer, he’s in a little league team back in Long Beach”

While they were chatting away, Deja was at home cooking dinner. She was preparing a pasta with shredded chicken and shrimp, a salad, rolls, and a cake. She also threw in a caramel pie for extra dessert. Quincy grilled some wings. She should be grading essays however there was no time for it today. Yvonne was helping her with by making homemeade beverages. One for the adults which had alcohol in it and the other one centered around sherbet and sprite.

“This is been a busy weekend for you, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, exhausting, can you start mixing the ingredients in the pie for me after you finish with that?”

“Sure, where’d you get this recipe for this caramel pie?”

“Pinterest”

“I figured” Yvonne said laughing, “It sounds like a dessert that’ll have me running to the gym, or at least it should”

“So what you think about Faye so far?”

“I like her, wish my Zach would have met her Friday evening, but he will be here tonight, I’ll make sure of it. Phil’s bringing him”

“Mom coming tonight?”

“Yeah, she said she is”

The conversation continued and including discussion about jobs and family, when Azalea called.

“Put her on speaker”

“Hey”

“Hey, you slaving away in the kitchen?”

“I guess you could say that”

“I’m at the pool with the Dominic”

“How’s Gabriel?”

“Alot better, I know I didn’t get to spend much time with our cousin but he keeps me busy. Well both of the boys do. My daughter is the only one who didn’t inherit any issues of blood”

“Y’all have fun out there”

After hanging up, Azalea grabbed a wine cooler out of her purse that she had hidden in her purse when someone next to her asked “long day?”

Hours later when they returned to the house it was dinner time. Helen was there when Faye walked in. The sisters and their husbands as well as their children were all in attendence when Helen walked in. Zach reached his hand out to Ian for a handshake prior to Faye introducing her daughters”

“Hi” Faye said to Helen who stood for a moment speechless. She stared for a while before they embraced.

“Mom, wants me to tell you that she’s sorry about what happened”

Helen stated that she never blamed Clarisse while holding back tears.

While eating dinner Deja asked if Faye had ever got to experience aunt Anna’s peach cobbler?

“Yeah, she usually made it on Sunday. She smothered alot of food growing up. She didn’t really fry things, but that cobbler always came in handy after eating smothered steak”

“Yeah, it was normally aunt Bessie that fried chicken, she did that until her health started to decline. Uncle Pete was a hell of a cook too, he started to cook more often to keep the tradition going afterwards. He made a good gumbo too”

“I haven’t had gumbo in a while, It’s probably been three years since I’ve been down there. Gumbo is hard to find out here that doesn’t include tomato paste!”

[Faye was not immune to Louisiana, she spent the first ten years of her life down there and she would go down every other year to visit her Aunt Lorraine and her Uncles. They normally went late June to early July. Her kids were also aware of the family that they have back in Louisiana.]

“You ever watch the cooking channel and you see a cook making a roux so thick that it looks like a paste?” Yvonne laughed as she poured a cup of the alcoholic concoction.

“What’s a roux” Darius asked

Faye explained that it was the base that makes up a gumbo and that it was the result flour and grease heated at a high temperature until it was dark brown.

After getting up to meet the other youth in another room, Helen began to ask Faye how Clarisse was doing. She said it had been years since she had seen her and that their relationship had been kind of strained every sense.

“She’s good, thank you”

The conversation was paused when the doorbell rang, Clarissa two daughters walked in. “Hey, you made it!”

“Those are your two?”

“Yes ma’am, that’s my oldest Brandi, she just started driving and my youngest Amina”

“This is your cousin”

After a hug, they went to the kitchen to fix their food and met the rest of the kids on the porch.

[conversation continues]

“I never blamed her for what happened, Lucinda was out of control. I think she favored her sons over us anyway. They got away with far more than we did. Of course, once your uncle Mark was born she decided to get the help should desperately needed. We spend the bulk of our lives dodging her temper and frankly the only reason you mother was spared is because she was smart enough to run off. I was simply collateral damage.”[doorbell rings Brandi and Amina arrive]

“What do you think was the cause of her drinking?”

“She never wanted to be in the marriage that she was in. The marriage was forced upon her young, and I think she always resented us.”

As the night progressed and the gathering came to a closure and company left, bedtime came around. QJ, Malachi, and Aundrea slept in their own rooms while Faye’s children slept on the air mattress in the den. After the adults had gone off to bed, Aundrea being unable to sleep started to read “Alias Grace” and begin writing the draft to her book report. “At least now I’m getting somewhere” she said as she began brain storming and answering questions on the handout. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about school. She wasn’t so much as nonchalant, she just was not in love with it like her brother. While she was writing Malachi and Ian were exchanging Skype information and email to keep contact. They talked about the movie they had seen for a bit before wrapping it up.

It was about midnight before they went to bed, hence the difficulty waking up for school.

Faye and her children were already up.

“Thank you so much for the visit, we enjoyed it”

“We were glad to have you”

“We’ll have to get together in a couple of weeks, maybe have you all come out to Long Beach”

“I’d like that”

After the kids all shook hands and embraced, they hugged the adults and headed out the door. After watching Faye and the kids leave they headed out for school.

At school Aundrea signed up for Basketball tryouts prior to heading to social studies class. On the way she ran into Brianna who asked her how her weekend was.

“I wanted an extra day. We had cousins from Long Beach come in for the weekend. Last night I finally started writing my draft for the report. I’m gonna have my mom proofread it. She’s a high school English teacher”

In class, the teacher announced that they would be watching a video and taking notes. “Pay close attention, there will be a quiz next class”

Concurrently, Quincy was watching TV when he got a phone call from a school. He signed up with the school system to be a sub for some time until he got his full time job. The call was from a middle school saying that they would need a sub Friday.

“Yes, I can make it. 7:50 am? I’ll see you there.”

While this was not Quincy’s long term goal, he was glad to be out of the house and feeling like he would be of use somewhere to someone.

At approximately 10:00 am, he got a phone call from QJs school saying he had been in a fight during recess, upon arriving to the school, he asked what was going on?

[Quincy(Orange) QJ (sky blue) school administrator (Pink) school bully mother (green) Ezra (light blue)]

After Quincy left and QJ had to hear a mouthful from the principal regarding his fathers “bigoted” ways he returned to class. He asked if Ezra was alright and said, he’d see him in detention.

In detention while scrubbing the cafeteria floor QJ mumbles “two days of this shit!”

“Thanks” Ezra said in a soft spoken manner.

“Don’t mention it. Kind of sucks that we’re punished for it while his fat ass is sitting in a classroom somewhere. Anyway man, you’re my friend, we may have our fights but I hate that you have to face this every time you walk up here. You don’t deserve that.”

around 5:00 pm when detention was over Quincy arrived to pick up his son.

“Well that’s my ride, are you gonna be okay?”

“yeah”

“Okay I’ll see you at school tomorrow”

after a brief pause he said.

“get in the truck, my dad can drop you off”

On the ride home Quincy said “son, you did the right thing. I’ve always instilled it in you to fight for yourself and for others you see are being wronged. You went about the situation correctly. Spitting in someone’s face is one of the most vile and disrespectful things one can do.”

“Dad, my principal was not happy with you after you left. He said you were setting and I quote “a terrible example” for me with your bigoted manners way of thinking and he said that it was no wonder that I was so aggressive”

Quincy responded by saying that he stood by everything that he said and would say nothing different if confronted again. He knew that Ezra was one of the nicest kids one would encounter.

“Ezra, you don’t have a mean bone in your body”. “Look, I am from the south where we whip ass or got our asses whipped. Y’all didn’t grow up in that. When I was in school, they didn’t suspend kids over this. I grew up, kids handled it themselves and were friends by the end of the week. Let them hash it out! But because they’ve taken that right away, now you have kids bringing weapons because they are being told that they can’t use their hands. It’s okay for a boy to go piss in the girls bathroom because he feels more like a girl than a boy but it’s not okay for two boys to settle their dispute the old fashioned way. This is a part of the pipeline to prison system. This is just an attempt to begin it early. The main target being young black boys, condemn them early, then their in juvenile hall by the age 11. Don’t let them get you to that manner, but don’t ever feel bad about using self defense when you need to.”

TO BE CONTINUED WITH EPISODE 16

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